Can We Get Some Wonderful Head-canons For All The Papas And How They Would Support Their S/o, Assistants,

And heeyyy again! Another request to see the Reader and Terzo go into a haunted house. Terzo acts all macho before realizing he’s actually more terrified of them than the reader! Hehehehehe. I love scaring my Papas. Thank you again!

Terzo and his s/o in a haunted house

It was absolutely hilarious.

On stage Terzo was the most confident person ever. And he has managed to master that persona so well he implemented it into his everyday life.

So when he heard about a new haunted house attraction from you, he puffs his chest and says he wants to go with you.

He needs to protect the love of his life, after all! What if you get scared? He can't have that, what kind of lover would he be if he let that happen?!

And so you take him.

And after the very first scare, he screams like a little girl. You knew he had amazing voice range, but this? Damn.

He's gonna be wrapped around your finger after a this just because you use his girly screams as blackmail.

You have to hold his hand the entire time. It's not like you have much choice, considering he's clinging to you.

Somehow the scares keep hitting him harder every time.

It wasn't even a good haunted house, it was one of the cheap ones.

He insists he's fine. He's not fine.

He's gonna act like nothing happened when you get out, but say anything about telling Omega or Secondo and he's gonna be on his knees.

Use that as you please.

One Of Us (Halloween Special)

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls x GN!Reader

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, poorly translated Italian

Summary: Halloween had fallen and you wanted to do something special. What’s better than dressing up for the occasion?

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You looked at yourself in the mirror as best as you could with your limited vision through the mask. Papa placed his hands on your shoulder as he stood behind you and gave you a smile. “Had I known better, you could pass as a Ghoul yourself, mio caro,” Papa said gently as he adjusted the steampunk helmet so it sat better and more comfortably.

You smiled and fidgeted with your fingers a bit. “I only have you to thank for this, Papa. Without you I wouldn’t have any of this,” You responded as you turned around and hugged him, the hug a little awkward at first because of the mask before you figured it out. Papa wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your helmet between your custom horns. “How could I say no to you?” He gave your back a few gentle pats as he let you hug him.

About a month ago you approached Papa while he was doing paperwork. The Ghouls were busy elsewhere within the Ministry and now was your only chance to bring up the brilliant idea for Halloween. When you arrived at his office you knocked the secret knock only you and him knew. “Come in, mio amato,” He answered. You opened the big doors and slid in, shutting them behind you and coming to sit in the chairs before Papa’s desk. “What can I do for you, il mio bambino?”

You heard Papa set his pen down against the desk as he shifted his attention to you. You looked into his eyes and cleared your throat. “Well, I wanted to ask something of you, Papa,” You started. He nodded for you to continue. “You see, Halloween is coming up in exactly a month and I’d like to celebrate it a bit,” You paused so Papa could speak if he wanted.

“What were you thinking, amato tesoro?” He asked. You smiled at the nickname and felt more confident about asking now. “I wanted to dress like the Ghouls for Halloween, Papa. Do you think that is possible at all?” Your leg started to bounce as a blush rose to your face. Papa smiled and nodded. “That is definitely possible. I’m going to make it possible. The Ghouls would fall for you even more, (Y/n),” He said before gathering details of what you had in mind and then setting up a time to get measurements for the outfit and helmet.

Two weeks later you were pulled back into Papa’s office to get measurements and you were nervous. Papa could sense it and didn’t leave your side as the designers got the measurements, talking to you the entire time and cracking jokes that made you laugh and made the designers huff. The designers eventually got the measurements they needed and estimated that the outfit and helmet would be done within at least six weeks. Papa counted in his head when that would be and nodded. “Thank you kindly, miei amici,” He said to the designers before they left, leaving you two alone. You stayed with Papa for a little while more as you discussed the final details you wanted for your helmet and outfit before leaving to continue your duties around the Ministry.

You had forgotten all about the costume (and it wasn’t intentional, those passing six weeks had been crazy for you) until Papa requested your presence in his office. When you stepped into his office and shut the door behind you he was standing behind his desk with a smile and his hands clasped together in front of him. “You called, Papa?” You asked as your head cocked to the side. "Sì, figlio mio,” Papa chirped as he reached under his desk and pulled a box up. He set it on his desk and patted the top of the box. “It’s here.”

A squeak escaped you as you came over to his desk eagerly, looking up at him. He opened the box and pulled out everything, laying them neatly on his desk as you watched with curious eyes. Once everything had been pulled out he moved the box aside. “There’s a bathroom behind me, go try it on! I can’t wait to see it, mio caro,” Papa ushered and you giggled, scooping up everything and rushing to try it on.

You had a decent amount of knowledge on how to dress up in the Ghouls’ concert outfits since you’ve watched and helped them before so when you came out after a few minutes Papa was shocked at first. When he saw you all dressed up, however, the shock melted away and was replaced with a warm, kind smile.

“Well, how do I look?” You had asked as you fidgeted with your fingers. Papa came over to you and you looked up to meet his eyes. “Just like a Ghoul,” He said. Beneath the mask, you smiled and you knew Papa couldn’t see it because of the balaclava so you pulled it down to show him your toothy smile. “The Ghouls are going to love it.”

And now, as you hugged Papa you let the memory fade into the dark once more to focus on the present. Papa pulled back from the hug and you did too. “Go on, go show your Ghouls. I would like to hear the details once everything is over,” Papa told you before patting your back once more. “Yes, Papa!” You chirped before leaving to go to the Ghoul’s den.

You made it to the Ghoul’s den quickly and slipped inside through the big doors, pulling them shut behind you and feeling something brush against your hand as you closed them. You grabbed whatever it was and pulled it in front of you as a stupid grin snuck onto your face. It was a tail. You could only assume Papa snuck in the tiny detail and you silently thanked him for it, personally thinking it was a nice touch.

Letting go of the tail you made your way down the hall and to the common room, peeking in and seeing your five Ghouls all sitting on the couch with their eyes glued to the TV screen with masks off and in comfy clothes. You pushed out any intrusive thoughts that might’ve been there along with fear and worry and readied yourself. You came into the room with your hands behind your back and posture straight with your head held a bit higher than normal. “Aww, how cute is it to see all five of you here in this one space? You didn’t even notice my entrance, did you?”

The moment those words left your mouth all eyes were on you instantly. You knew they didn’t recognize you at first because they all stiffened and Dewdrop bared his teeth with a slight snarl. You didn’t let your posture falter at that, bringing your hands to your sides as you tsked at him. You calmly made your way over to him, reaching him and using the fact that he was sitting to his advantage.

Standing over him you lowered your head just a bit to gaze down at your fiery Ghoul. “Now now, Dewdrop, that’s not the way to greet a lover, is it?” Rain was the first one to catch on and when he did he smiled and climbed over Mountain and Swiss to get into your view. Dewdrop bared his teeth once more and snapped in your direction before seeing Rain eagerly make his way over.

You spared a glance at Rain before turning to face him. “Rainy… My good Ghoul, my precious Rainy,” You purred, reaching a hand out to the water Ghoul who eagerly met it with his head and let you pet his hair. Rain peered up at you as his tail thumped against the back of the couch. “Hi, (Y/n)!” He chirped happily.

At the sound of your name leaving Rain’s mouth the other four’s faces contorted into surprise before a delighted smile. “There’s no way that’s you, (Y/n),” Swiss said with a smile. You turned to him and let your hand fall from Rain’s head. You pulled the helmet off and the balaclava down too.

“Holy Lucy, it really is them,” Dewdrop mumbled, feeling an embarrassed blush creep up on him for his actions. Mountain looked you up and down before nodding with approval. “You had me convinced, little blossom,” The earth Ghoul said.

You grinned and chuckled. “Well? I didn’t get this just to trick you guys. Go on, check it out,” You invited as you pulled the balaclava back up and slipped the helmet on once more. The Ghouls didn’t hesitate to get up and examine you, highly intrigued by the addition of a tail to the pants.

The Ghouls asked questions and you happily answered them, explaining the process and how Papa played a big part in it as well. When the question of the motive behind this came up you hummed. “Humans celebrate a holiday on the last day of October called Halloween. It’s tradition to dress up in a costume as something you like. This is what I chose. I chose you guys.”

It was silent for a few moments before all five Ghouls erupted into a chorus of awws. Before you knew it you were on the couch in the middle of a cuddle pile and you enjoyed every moment of it. You listened to the happy purrs of your Ghouls and nestled further into the pile.

Hours had passed now and everyone had fallen asleep in the pile except for you and Dewdrop. “(Y/n)?” The fire Ghoul asked as quietly as he could. You looked at him. “Yeah?” You replied with the same level of quietness. Dewdrop blew a kiss to you, not wanting to disrupt the pile by moving. You smiled and caught it with your mouth. “Look at you, you really are our little Ghoul now, aren't you?” He commented with a lazy and happy smile as he started to fall asleep in his spot.

You wiggled your arm out and held your hand out to Dewdrop who happily took it in his own. “Yes, Dewy. And I always will be your guys’ little Ghoul,” You answered. Dewdrop nodded and got more comfortable before yawning and letting sleep overcome him, not letting your hand go as he slept.

Sighing happily you looked over the Ghouls before shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against the back of the couch. “Happy Halloween, my perfect Ghouls. I love you all so much.”

Aether and Phantom headcanon

Phantom is Aether's little brother.

He always adored his big bro, so when Aether was summoned to play for Ghost, he was absolutely thrilled to see his brother on the stage! He was and will always be his biggest fan. He even started to play instruments himself to be more like his big brother.

He learned all the Ghost songs just to impress Aether. And his brother was so proud he refused to stop hugging him! It was just so cute of him to learn all that just for his brother!

And then, as Aether was getting ready for the Re-Imperatour, Phantom mentioned something about how cool it would be if he could be in a band as well. And so Aether had an idea. After a surprisingly serious discussion with Papa, he got Phantom to replace him as the rhythm guitarist for the band.

Does Aether miss messing around on stage? Yes, absolutely. But it's all totally worth it so see how happy and excited his little brother is to perform.

You could say that tables have turned for them, because now it's Aether who is his brother's biggest fan. ♡

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Finished my Phantom Copia sketches! Please enjoy angels of music! ♥️✨

Best Folk Album

I was thinking about what would’ve happened if Copia and the ghouls had attended the Grammy’s and I came up with this cracky little story.  I hope it makes you smile or laugh (or both)!

1,100 words, Gen, Fluff and (maybe) humor.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Most of the time when things went wrong in his life Copia could blame tequila.  Or Dewdrop.

This time he could blame both.

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It took me maybe a week or two but I wanted to design Ghoul/Ghoulettes from this current era! Hope you like them all!

Uno Night

Primo x teen, sleepy reader (Platonic)

Primo finds you asleep, listening to his album.

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yeah. no explanation. it's 2 am and zoo has sleepy bitch disease (again)

. . .

"Where's the kid?"

A silence fell over the room. Copia looked to his brothers. "Haven't you seen y/n? Surely they're running around here somewhere."

"You know teenagers," spoke Secondo. "You know, when I was their age-"

"We know, fratello. Let's hope they're not following in your footsteps," Terzo interrupts. "They don't cause trouble, generally. Unless they're with the ghouls; then we should have need for concern."

"Oh, lord below, I'm sure they are fine. They're nearly an adult you know. But if you are that concerned, Copia, I will go look for them. The three of you can continue without me."

"Thank you, fratello. I do appreciate it. It is not like them to miss Uno night."

Primo rolled his eyes before walking out the door.

His footsteps echoed loudly throughout the empty hall. There was not a soul in sight; no ghouls, siblings, or even Sister Imperator. He wondered what everyone could be up to; it was most likely that everyone had their own things going on. He imagined siblings in their own private quarters, partaking in their own individual activities. A bit of light reading, perhaps; or watching TV, drawing, writing, working, sleeping.

He wondered what you could be up to. It was possible you were with the ghouls; or maybe you were in your own bedroom, having forgotten about tonight's game. Maybe you were in the kitchen, making a late night snack. Maybe you had elected to spend the night with another sibling. No matter what you were doing, he was determined to discover your whereabouts. He just hoped it wasn't mischievous or dangerous.

As he approached your bedroom, he listened for any signs of life. He heard none, even after he knocked on your door. Opening the door, he discovered your still-made bed; he supposed you hadn't been in there yet for the night. He continued to ponder where you could be.

Next he tried the kitchen. Though he discovered a small group of ghouls that were absolutely up to no good, he didn't find you. He rolled his eyes as Aether swallowed a banana whole with the peel, turning to leave.

"Have you checked the commons?" Called Swiss.

"No, I have not. Is that where they are?"

"They were earlier. 'Dunno if they still are though," Aether manages with a mouthful of banana.

"Ah, well- thank you. I will stop by." He starts walking out the door once more. "Please stop eating the bananas whole!" He calls.

As he heads towards the common room, he wonders what you could be doing there. Sometimes the ghoulettes host game nights, which may explain the halls' emptiness.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, he is met with an empty common room. A fire is roaring in the fireplace, the only defense against the bitter chill that plagues the Ministry at this time of year.

He walks to the center of the room, making his way around the giant couch. Once he does, he spots you.

You're fast asleep, tangled up in a thin green blanket within the soft confines of the couch. You're curled up slightly, chest rising and falling with steady rhythms. He spots your phone, clutched tightly in hand, a pair of earbuds connected and in your ears.

With a sigh, he steps closer to your figure. He carefully removes the earbuds and phone from your grasp, turning it on to pause whatever you had drifted off listening to. He smiles, chuckling to himself when he sees.

You had fallen asleep to Opus Eponymous.

His album.

He leans down to your height. Brushing the hair out of your face, he decides to rouse you.

You stir, a deep whine escaping your lips as you crack your eyelids open. "...Primo?"

"Ah, good evening," he greets, "are you ready for bed, dolce?"

"What?" Your voice is rough with sleep, confusion on your face.

He chuckles. "Let's get you to bed." He reaches out to pull the blanket off of you; you whine, burying your face in your arms. "Come on now, don't be difficult. Bedtime, let's go." You don't move, breaths steadying once more. He sighs, using his hands to shake you gently. "Bambino, wake up. Bedtime."

Finally, you awaken. You open your eyes fully, brows knitting together in confusion as you use your arms to lift yourself slightly. You suck in a deep breath, unable to form words quite yet.

"Hello sleeping beauty," he teases, "are you ready for bed?"

You rub your eyes, pushing yourself to sit up on the couch. The remaining part of the blanket falls from your form, ending into a pile around you. You sleepily nod.

He helps you stand, smiling at the way you press yourself against his side for warmth. He picks up the blanket and wraps it around your shoulders, then returns your cell phone.

"My dear, I saw what you were listening to. How on Earth did you fall asleep to my album? It is not, eh... very soothing."

"Missed you," you mumble, still too drowsy to think.

"'Missed me?' I am right here."

"Busy."

"Ah, well. Would you miss me a little less if I took you to bed?"

"Mhm."

"Very well. But first we must meet with my brothers. They are very worried about you."

"Huh? Why?"

"It is Uno night. Have you forgotten?"

"Aw... I wanna play Uno..."

"Nope. Bedtime."

"Please?"

"No."

"Can I at least watch for a bit?"

He sighs. "Fine. You may watch one round, but then it is off to bed."

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The others cheered when you entered the room.

"Child, we thought you no longer loved us," Terzo yells dramatically.

"Where were you?" Questions Secondo.

"You, eh... look drowsy," Copia chimes in.

"Napping in the den," Primo says, taking a seat at the table. "They wanted to say hi before going to bed. Isn't that right, y/n?"

You nod. "I wanna watch for a bit though." You sit on the couch a few feet away from the table.

"Just watching?" Terzo whines. "Come on, the games are always more interesting when you join!"

Primo shoots him a glare. "No. They're going to bed after this round. Now who's shuffling the cards?"

You quickly lose focus once the game starts. They're oddly quiet; there's no yelling, no throwing of cards. Instead they talk quietly, calmly explaining their complete and utter rage when being handed a thrice-stacked draw four card. You're still sleepy, so you decide to lie down on the couch for a moment. Only for a moment; after all, the game would be ending soon, and Primo would be putting you to bed.

You curl up, using one of the couch pillows to rest your head on. You toss the blanket over your legs, watching the brothers play with half-lidded eyes. Over time, those eyes begin to close; before long, you're fast asleep.

. . .

Primo sighs. "I knew I should have taken them to bed."

"What?"

"Look."

The four men pause as your sleeping form is noticed.

"Poor thing," Copia mutters, "they must've had a rough day."

"They fell asleep to my album," gloats Primo. "They said they missed me."

"That is such bullshit. They probably had a playlist going and that's the song they were listening to," Terzo tells him.

"I went into their music library to pause the music. They were listening to my album."

The arguing is interrupted when a yawn is heard from your direction. "Whadya talkin' about?" You ask, words slurring from sleep. Your eyes open, and you sit up slightly.

"Don't worry baby, just go back to sleep," Copia says. "We're sorry to wake you."

"Wasn't sleeping," you rub your eyes, "Jus' bored."

"Alright," Primo stands. "That's enough. I should have tucked you in long ago. Come on, time for bed dolcezza."

You whine. "What about the game? Aren't you gonna finish?"

"We already did, long ago," Secondo chuckles. "You've been asleep this whole time."

"Was not."

"Were too."

"Alright, enough. Come on, kiddo. Bedtime." Primo hovers over you now, and helps you to your feet. You're wobbly, still sleepy, and press against him. He smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Ah, don't forget your blanket." He picks it up and hands it to you. "Okay, sleepy-time. Come on."

A chorus of "good night, sleep well!" can be heard from throughout the room. Unable to form a coherent thought, all you can think of to respond with is a soft-spoken "Night night." The room goes silent.

You hear Terzo giggle, followed by a loud smack, then; "ooow! What the Hell was that for?!"

Copia stands to bid you goodnight. "Pleasant dreams," he whispers, pressing a kiss to your head. "I would tell you to sleep well, but it already seems that you will." He winks at you. "Good night."

Primo acts as your support as the two of you walk down the hallway. When you yawn for the millionth time, he asks, "Kiddo, did you take something to make you this tired?"

You nod. "I had hives again, so I took three benedryl."

"Ah, now it makes sense."

. . .

"Comfy?" He asks, smirking at the way you're pressed up against him. You're curled up in his bed, half asleep with your head pressed into the crook of his arm. You've only been here a moment, but the drowsiness has already taken over.

"Mhm," you mumble, nuzzling further into him. A few moments later, you're asleep yet again.

"Sorry for keeping you up, kiddo. I would have put you to bed a lot earlier if I'd known." Your only response is light snoring. "Poor thing." He hadn't even been able to keep you awake long enough to make a trip to your bedroom for pajamas; he was thankful you'd dressed yourself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that day. At least you weren't sleeping in jeans.

It hadn't taken him long to coax you onto the bed. You'd laid down first without him, waiting as he got dressed. When he'd returned a moment later, you were already on the verge of sleep, clutching his pillow and laying atop the covers.

Now he's got you cozied up to him, watching as your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Night night, little one."

Te lo meriti! (CopiaxReader)

Summary: A birthday present for my dearest @nocturnal-birb I did my best and hope you like it. This also goes out to all you folks who feel this way and need a Papa’s support and reassurance.

Copia x Reader || Papa Emeritus iv x Reader || Fluff || Comfort Fic || Established Relationship || Poorly Translated Italian || WC: 1716

You stand before Copia’s door with a manilla folder in hand full of official documents for him to sign off on. There’s a few about his next sermon, some to do with the next tour, and notices from the clergy.

You gently rapped your knuckles against his door, loud enough to get his attention while your other hand brushes invisible dust off your habit and straightens the small amount of wrinkles. You wish you had more time to tidy up. Your hair was being very uncooperative today and you had been in such a rush this morning that you had forgone makeup.

You hoped he wouldn’t mind that you didn’t look your best. However, knowing Copia, it’s not because of your makeup that he’s always staring at your face with his dopey lovesick eyes. You smile at imagining him getting distracted again in the midst of paperwork coercing you that neither of you get any work done.

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Fully obsessed with the concept of Copia. He's over fifty years old. He's a gamer. His arrival coincides with the death of every previous Papa like he's the bringer of the bubonic plague. He rides little tricycles around the Ministry. He's apparently a professional dancer as well as being the vocalist for a metal band but has a Charisma of 8. He's pathetic (canon). He's literally the Satanic Pope. He loves his mom. He's kind of a bitch. He wears tracksuits with dress shoes. Tobias hates him but is chronically incapable of killing him off because he serves so much cunt. I really can't decide if I want to be this man or be inside him