#gothicselfshipper

☀️: If they wake you up, how do they do it? With a kiss? or Pushing you off the bed?

On the very slim chance that Zack wakes up before me, it would totally depend on his mood. If he was feeling quiet and sleepy he would probably poke or gently shake me awake. If he was feeling chaotic however he could and would do any number of things, yanking the covers off, whacking me wig a pillow this starting a pillow fight or heck even just yeet me off the bed.

It's about time that I made one of these. I'll probably edit it as time goes on but here we go!!

Main Romantic F/O's

Reigen Arataka - Mob Psycho 100

Zack / Isaac Foster - Angels of Death

Reiner Braun - Attack on Titan

Erwin Smith - Attack on Titan

The Huntress - Dead by Daylight

Low-Key Romantic F/O's

Dewdrop Ghoul - The Band GHOST

Papa Emeritus III - The Band GHOST

Lance McClain - Voltron Legendary Defender

Levi Ackerman - Attack on Titan

Kuai Liang (Sub Zero / Tundra) - Mortal Kombat

Kin List

Reiner Braun - Attack on Titan

Levi Ackerman - Attack on Titan

Hange Zoe - Attack on Titan

"Tch she doesn't really kill which is boring. But she does like giving 'em the run around before I slash them. I think she's killed...what a couple of people? Hahaha man it was great! She's scary as hell like that!"

Sometimes you have to give into your villain f/o’s...

A wee doodle for my two best gals @caseymmcships @amyofasgard . I love you guys and thanks for inspiring me!

Dewdrop Angst

This was a really long one and it hurt me to write it so I hope y'all enjoy this.

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It was the height of the creative season in the Clergy. After his annointmemt, the new Papa was busy working on the next album. He and the Ghouls spent countless hours locked away in the grand music room, much to Angel's disappointment. She had rarely seen the fire ghoul and it was starting to take its toll on her. 

She currently sat in the corridor outside the music room, the room completely soundproof to avoid interference. Maybe she'd cook dinner for him tonight...perhaps even watch a movie. Satan knows he needed to relax instead of rehearsing all the time.

The young woman jumped when the door beside her opened. Quickly standing to her feet, smoothing out her skirt as Papa IV stepped out. "Evening Papa." She curtsied bowing her head. 

"Good evening Angel. Were you waiting on me?" The man smiled softly at her already knowing the answer. The relationship between the young girl and the ghoul was hardly a secret. 

"Ah no, s-sorry not today Papa. I'm waiting for Dew." Angel stammered blushing shyly. "Of course. I knew as much. Do have a good night my dear." Papa bid her with a nod before walking off, a small spring in his step. The rehearsal must have gone well then! The rest of the Ghouls began to filter out with their instruments, well, those who could take them. Aether grinned and ruffled her hair as he passed, Swiss and Mountain waving as they carried on their conversation. Next to leave was Dewdrop. 

As soon as the blonde's eyes landed on him, Angel beamed widely. "Dew!" She cried, skipping over to hug him tightly. The ghoul blinked and staggered back as the girl wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I missed you!~" She giggled looking up at him, her face fell when the ghoul merely grumbled in response, shrugging her off. 

Angel watched as the fire ghoul began walking down the stone hall. She jumped startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up to see Cirrus giving her a nod and a small smile before ushering her off. Nodding back she quickly trotted after him.

"Want me to carry your guitar?" She offered glancing up at him. Sighing softly when she received no response. "How did rehearsal go? Did you guys get a lot of songs done? How do they sound? I bet they're amazing - cause you're the best!" Angel chuckled playfully, swatting his arm.

"Shut up! Will you just shut the fuck up!" The ghoul snapped, turning round to face her. His eyes glowing red under his mask. Angel flinched recoiling from him. Visibly shocked at his outburst, tears welling in her eyes. "S-sorry." She muttered quietly, hanging her head. 

"The fuck are you bothering me for anyway. Can't you see I'm bloody busy?! Fuck off and leave me alone." 

The fire ghoul snapped at her, glaring as he turned his back, stalking down the hallway without her. He only paused briefly as he heard a sniffle, the rustle of her skirts and her heels as she ran down the opposite length of hall.

Angel ran blindly, tears streaming down her face. Rounding the corner she shoved open the doors of the convent, and ran outside into the woods. She knew about his temper. She had known what she was getting into with him, but it still hurt. It hurt so much. Legs weak she faltered to a stop, stumbling and falling upon her knees. Her sobs the only sound in the night forest.

***

"YOU SAID WHAT?!" Shouted the Aether ghoul furious as he towered over Dewdrop. "IT'S THE MIDDLE OF WINTER AND YOU LET HER RUN OFF?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" 

The older ghoul growled in his throat as he rolled down his sleeves. The common room gifted for the Ghouls' use was silent. The eldest and the youngest ghoul staring each other down.

"What the hell was I supposed to do. I meant what I said." The fire ghoul growled out clenching his fist. "She's always clinging around!"

"Just because you're pissed off that Papa caught you slacking off, does not mean you take it out on her!" Aether stepped forward grabbing the smaller ghoul by his collar. "She loves you, you fucking idiot. So go out there and find her before she freezes to death." With that he dragged the fire ghoul and tossed him out into the hall. "Don't come back without her." He hissed before slamming the door closed.

It had been a few hours since Dewdrop had yelled at Angel. His tail drooped behind him as he stalked through the forest, following her scent. A tiny part of him knew that he was wrong, but he would be damned if he admitted it. 

Lost in his thoughts the ghoul wasn't paying attention and found himself suddenly on the forest floor. "The fuck?!" Growling he pushed himself up ready to curse whatever had made him fall. He stopped short however at what he seen. 

Angel was curled up at the base of a tree silent and still. "Fuck.." Dew breathed out, his eyes widening. Crouching down beside her he grabbed her shoulder, and shook her. "Wake up! Fuck! Angel!" The ghoul received no response, he could feel her soul was still there, but she was far too cold to the touch. He had to act quickly.

***

Angel groaned softly as she began to wake. Eyes fluttering open. “Nn...Dew…?” She mumbled groggily, her voice hoarse. The ghoul looked down at her, sighing relieved. “Bout time you woke up."  He mumbled quietly. Angel blinked confused glancing around, finding herself nestled in his arms as they sat near a roaring fire back in the Ghouls' common room. "What? How?" She muttered sitting up a little. 

   "What did you think you were doing sleeping outside? You humans are so weak…" Angel glanced away, sighing softly as she made to wriggle out of his hold. The ghoul tightened his hold on her, pulling her back to his chest. "You're not running away again. I'm...I'm Sorry…" 

   Angel felt the ghoul stiffen as he apologised, he very rarely apologised to anyone. She sighed softly leaning against him. "You're forgiven.. just...don't shout at me again?" 

Friendship Drabble for Papa Emeritus III - this kind of turned into that bit where your really really intimate close friends and you’re just Lowkey waiting for someone to be like “hey are we dating or what?” Kind of friendship XD

A Certain Time of Month

T/W for mention of menstrual cycle

It was a morning like any other, the sun was shining, the clergy members were busy preparing for the next ritual - but the third Emeritus brother knew that something was amiss. He had an uncanny ability to always recognise a face, and he hadn't seen Angels today yet.

A concerned frown creased his painted brow as he walked down the long stone corridor to her chambers. A much more sophisticated stay than the usual clergy members were granted. He stood outside her door hesitating. What had kept her? Was she here? Was she avoiding him? He quickly shook his head, no, there was obviously an explanation to her absence this morning.

Knocking on the door, he could hear the young woman grumble from inside. "Go away!" She shouted back, unaware of who it was. "Cara mia, it's I. When I didn't see you at your duties this morning I was worried." Terzo replied with a soft sigh, his hand and forehead resting on the wood, straining to hear her. "Are you alright?"

For the longest of moments there was no answer, just the faint sound of rustling cloth. Then the door unlocked, Terzo stepping back as she opened the door a crack. The youngest brother blinked surprised, he had never seen her like this before.

Angel's hair was pulled up into a messy braid, her skin was paler than usual and she had bags under her eyes. "Cazzo!" The man cried, hurriedly ushering her back into the room and closing the door behind them.

"My Angel, is everything alright?" The anti-pope exclaimed, taking a gentle but firm hold of her shoulders. "Are you ill? Is there anything that I can do to help?" The young woman shook her head, taking his hands off her shoulders and holding them. "I'm fine Papa...please don't worry yourself." She sighed as she let go of his hands, walking back to her bed.

"You most certainly don't look fine." He mumbled frowning as he followed her. Perching on the end of the bed as she climbed back into it, pulling a water bottle into her lap tightly. "I'll be okay, I just need to rest today...sorry I didn't let you know in advance.." She trailed off, mumbling as she sunk under the covers.

The man was silent for a moment before he shook his head, giving her a small sympathetic smile. "My love, you never need to apologise to me. I should apologise to you. Had I known, I would have been by your side sooner." He paused glancing up at the space beside her and patted it. "May I?"

Angel nodded at his question, and he quickly slipped off his shoes, crawling up the bed to lay beside her. Pulling off his gloves, he carelessly tossed them to the floor behind him, before gently caressing her cheek. "I cannot fathom your pain, but I will stay with you. Hm? Shall I get the ghouls to bring us ice cream? Chocolate? Perhaps some painkillers, those should help no? Hm?"

The blonde seemed confused by his sudden sweet offer, how could he have known? Her confusion was clearly written across her face as the man laughed softly, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "You left the packet on the nightstand." Sure enough, turning around she could see the bright blue pad packaging that she had left out earlier. "Damn..." She groaned, turning back to face him, Terzo only chuckled more at her reaction. "No need to be embarrassed, it is a part of life, and it is a beautiful reminder of woman's unique gift. To create life."

Angel groaned shaking her head, but not without a grin. "Shut up, if they're that beautiful I'm sure you can do some dark magic to try them for a day." She scoffed as she pushed him away playfully. The third laughed as he propped himself up on an elbow watching her. "You would see me writhing in agony? You cruel vixen." He mocked feigning offence with a grin. "Oh shut it you." The blonde laughed as she curled up with her water bottle watching the Papa.

"But seriously, my Angel, was that a yes to the ice cream? Because I would kill for some ice cream."

"BITCH"

The shout was followed by a loud slam, making the fire ghoul jump and raise an eyebrow as he stood outside the room. He pushed open the door and looked in. The room was pristine, save for the dent in the far wall.

"What do you want Dew?" The young woman hissed out as she stood facing the wall, fists clenched in rage. The ghoul had never seen Angel this angry before...it was beautiful...in his own way of seeing things.

"Thought you might need help taking down that wall." He snickered sidling up to her and wrapping his arms around her. She only scoffed shaking her head. "Tch it wasn't the walls fault."

With a heavy sigh she wriggled out of his arms, crossing the room to pick up what she had thrown. "Was it her again?" The ghoul asked tilting his head as he watched her. "It always is." The blonde replied holding a small photo frame, she sighed heavily and dumped it into the bin.

"What did she do this time?" Dewdrop asked as he plopped himself down on her bed, his tail wagging behind him excited to hear the gossip. Angel groaned as she folded her arms across her chest looking away again. "She had a bitch about me posting in sets of three."

"...why?" He asked tilting his head genuinely confused. "I don't damn well know. She claims I don't care by doing that. When in actual fact I posted three different messages, because three posts means more reach. But no. Apparently that means I don't care. Plus she knows I have mild OCD. But no. That's not good enough for her."

Angel snarled as she balled up her fists again. Dewdrop could feel her anger, to him it seemed to crackle in the air ready to explode.

"Hmm. Come with me!" He chirped out, leaping from the bed, grabbing her wrist and practically pulling the young woman to the door. "W-wait! Dew! What the hell?! Where are you taking me?!"

"To blow off some steam!" He laughed mischievously as he ran down the halls with her. Angel had never explored this part of the abbey, it was usually out of bounds when the ghouls and Copia were practicing for their rituals. Dewdrop knew the area like the back of his hand, twisting and turning before finally coming to a stop outside a much older music room.

"What...What are we doing here?" The blonde heaved, out of breath as she raised an eyebrow. "I come here when I get peeved off. Now you can too." He nodded taking her hand gently and placing a small silver key in it. "Go on!"

A little wary about what the ghoul had planned, Angel unlocked the door, pushing it open and peeking inside. "Is there a light? I can't see anything." She muttered squinting into the darkness, stepping inside to feel along the wall.

"Blondie..." The ghoul sighed shaking his head as he walked inside. "What?! I'm not a ghoul I can't see in pitch black!" She argued huffing, leaning against the wall as she heard him walk around. She jumped as she heard something fall to the floor, splintering and cracking. "Dewdrop? What are you doing?" Instead of answering her the ghoul chuckled, and with a snap of his fingers a fire crackles to life, in the remains of an old chair he'd just smashed. "Making a fire." He chuckled as he stood beckoning her over. The flames casting series shadows across him, glinting off the silver mask.

Angel wasn't deterred, smirking she crossed over to stand beside him, sighing softly at the warmth of the fire. "Now what?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him. The ghoul chuckled again, almost childishly. "Here." He said, taking her hand and placing a guitar in it. "Smash it!~"

Dewdrop stepped back, his tail wagging like an excited puppy. Angel hesitated, tightly holding onto the neck. "Just...Smash it? I can't do that..." She muttered as the ghoul tilted his head. "Yes you can!~"

Practically skipping over, he positioned himself behind her. Putting his hand on hers and lifting the guitar above their heads. "Are you ready?" Dewdrop whispered into her ear. "Always~" Angel nodded.

"Now feel all that anger. Let it bubble up inside you. Think of everything she's done to make you mad." As he spoke he could feel her anger bubbling up, smirking as he felt her tense up. "Now smash it!"

As he exclaimed he brought her hands and the guitar swinging down. The wood splintering, strings snapping and metal twanging. Angel breathed out slowly before giggling. "That...that felt good."