Ghost Preferences and Oneshots

Never Take a Drink Terzo Gives You// Copia + Secondo

I made a new headcannon for Copia that he is a lightweight drinker so Terzo will try to fuck him up with strong ass drinks. Enjoy this :)

Italian phrases or words are translated from google so they might not be totally accurate. 

Tw: Mixing random drinks, eventual throwing up so emetophobia warning, sexual jokes

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-3rd Person POV-

It was a Friday evening after a long day of work for the Brothers Imperator.

Primo and Secondo have been living their days of retirement. Primo working the gardens, Secondo managing the hellish library of ancient Satanic texts, the two were doing what they loved most. However, it still took a good bit of energy out of them.

Terzo on the other hand was still helping out around the Ministry. He would float around, helping wherever he was needed to. Even with him floating around there was always something he needed to do, so needless to say it also took a lot out of him.

Every few weeks when the brothers got tired of work and needed a break, they would all take off on Friday nights and spend the night in the Papa Quarters and drink the night away, play cards, and just have fun with one another.

It was a tradition the brothers had held dear since everyone was of the age of 18 and able to drink.

As Copia is now the front of the Ghost Project and currently the active Papa he is the one who is slumped with more work than the other three could have ever imagined.

Speaking of, Copia is currently in his office finishing up his last bit of paperwork. His hand is pressed to his forehead as he lets out a long sigh.

"Questo lavoro è una stronzata" He groans. 

A snide laugh comes from the doorway of his office and Copia lifts his head to see one of his elder brothers. His face reddens with embarrassment. 

"Pardon my language Secondo." He softly apologizes, a leather gloved hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he sets his pen down atop the stack of papers he was working on. 

Secondo shakes his head and walks over to his younger brother's desk. 

"It is fine fratellino, I only come to ask if you would like to walk with me to the quarters for some after work destress drinks?" The elder offers, stopping in front of the chair opposite of Copia. Secondo's gloved hands are holding the chair as he gives his fratellino a questioning look. 

Copia's eyes go to ones of shock for all of a second before turning to normal again. "I completely forgot it was Friday!" He admitted. 

"Let us walk dear brother." Copia says once more rising from his chair. Secondo smiles and walks to the doorframe. Copia pushes his office chair in before nodding off to his brother. The two walk out of the room together and head down the halls of the abbey and up to the Papa's Quarters. 

When they enter, Primo is already face deep into a book, his white button up shirt undone by three buttons, black bowtie untied and hanging round his neck, and paints lightly smeared across his face.

Copia laughs as he takes in the looks of his eldest brother as it looks almost as if he has just gotten it on with a Sibling of Sin. 

Terzo opens his arms towards the two men and calls out loudly. Secdondo rolls his eyes and walks over to the bar to pour himself a glass of whiskey. 

"Papa, welcome!" Terzo mocks at Copia. 

"Hello Terzo." Copia replies in a straight tone. 

"Come! Let me pour you a drink, specialità grandi fratelli!" He almost drunkenly yells.