#chronically ill secondo

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Whump Month: Day 3, Infirmary

Once again, I am here with my stream of consciousness bullcrap and an OC (Close, a sleep ghoul, Papa doesn't refer to her by name) you've never seen before that stems from lore I haven't explained. Nor has this been beta'd, and it's late again. But here you go! It is here! Thank you so much to @cryptickidney for further prompting me on what I should write for this one (also credit to it for Beau who was mentioned in Day 2's fic, I forgot to tag you sorry boo <3). As always this is for @cirrus-ghoulette’s Whump Month, go check out everyone else's tasty tasty whump while you're at it. Relationship: Implied Secondo/OC Summary: Secondo is having an awful pain day, and pushes away the only person trying to help. Word Count: 1,599 (shorter than usual, my sincerest apologies.) Rating: Gen

“Papa.”

The voice from beside him shot needles into his mind, digging them deeper as the soothing blackness of his eyelids shone brightly red at the sound of curtains being torn open. He mustered a groan, guttural at the back of his throat that implied a warning no words could detail.

“Papa, you have been in bed all day,” the voice spoke again, insistent, but quieter - so graciously quiet, he could listen to her all day. “You have more than just myself worried.”

If the mere thought of turning over to face her didn’t make his entire body tense, he might’ve done so to make a point, but as it stands (which he very much refused to do, anything but horizontal at that moment in time would’ve certainly been agony) he could do little more than crack a single eye open, glaring pointedly at her golden visage from behind crusted lashes. She was difficult to look at on most days, simply existing too brightly for him to look directly at her - he was half of the mind to demand Sunshine relinquish her name, but that ghoul was impossible to demand anything of - but standing there in the direct sunlight, the rays caressing each lock and curl of her hair, painting her in the warmth of the outside that he’d so vehemently hidden himself from, it made her impossible to focus on without a searing pain burning behind his eye.

But all the same, he smiled. She had the ability to do that, get him to smile, just as she had the ability to knock him clean out on his worst nights by simply being present. Just as she had the ability to convince him to do almost anything.

Almost being the key word.

“I am not moving, dormita,” Secondo protested, closing his eye once more as if to say that the conversation was finished before it had begun. “Not a soul is worried for me, you just wish they were.”

He noted her exhale, that same stubborn ‘I’m not done with you’ noise that usually accompanied an indignant arm-cross, and a swish of her tail. And he wondered when he had allowed himself to become so familiar with someone other than himself, when he had begun noticing the little details that didn’t even require him his sight to observe. Or more accurately, he began to wonder when he had become his brother. His brother who did not attach himself to many, but gave attention equally in spite of it, who never missed a detail about a person no matter how little time was spent with them. Who didn’t worry, per se, but would’ve noticed his absence, and was almost certainly the one to mention it. It almost amused him, the way he and his brothers would scorn one another, were known for bickering, and yet when it came down to it, they were still brothers at the end of the day. 

Or if not his brother, then the Cardinal perhaps - Copia, the little thing that had more than lived up to his name in the past few years, absorbing traits and quirks from all those around him, including (if, infuriatingly) Primo’s observancy. The Cardinal was particular about knowing the whereabouts of people within the Ministry, it was a strange habit that (once again, Secondo noticed his own habit of noticing, and scowled inwardly at himself) he had taken up, knocking on closed doors just to know who was there. And he had a strange knock, too, a ‘rat-at-at’ followed by a ‘tat’ that betrayed him immediately, and was likely something Secondo had missed hearing earlier in the day - or was it yesterday by now? - that had set the Cardinal on edge. Yes, if it were not Primo that had sent his sonno to his aide then it was surely the Cardinal. “Alpha worries for you,” she said matter-of-factly, and the bed dipped beside him. “He asked me eight separate times at supper - last night, by the way - if you were taking visitors.”

If he had the energy to scoff, he would’ve, in favour though he mumbled, “Taking visitors, you speak as though I am gravely ill.”

Which didn’t feel far from the truth, not with how he shied away from the light that still poured through the open curtains, and the heat that rolled in from the window had immediately clung to him, sheening his forehead and making the bedclothes feel oppressive and heavy. Or with how the single, simple act of turning his head made his brain pulse in his skull, threatening to burst forth through flesh and bone to finally free itself.

Quite frankly, he felt like steaming shit.

But it wasn’t something he’d readily admit aloud, let alone to himself. He told himself when he could, when he had the wherewithal to reassure himself rather than giving into his own cynicism, that he was better than this, that this wasn’t normal for him and that he was simply having a worse day than the last. That normally, on a skin-prickling, sunglasses-worthy day he would pick himself up out of bed fuelled by sheer pride and would get on with life, business as usual, even if that self-assuring lie rarely made it past his mind-gritted teeth, and even more than if he ever believed it.

Worse and worse days were happening, as of late, and as much as the lie could do for him, he couldn’t deny that he’d been giving in. Spending days upon days nestled into his bed with the curtains all but sewn closed and the door bolted (begging the question of how in Hell did she let herself in, but only begging the question when one could be bothered to get on their knees) rotting in his skin because what else better was there to do? Existence was agony, and company was excruciating. Because at least decomposing alone in the dark he could pretend to be the only person (semi) alive, with no responsibilities he was shirking and not a soul he was disappointing by refusing to get up and live. But the mere presence of another soul, of the ghoul sat on the bed’s edge beside him where he knew she had her hands hovering, waiting for instruction or permission to do anything for him, made him feel like the worst sinner to walk the earth bare-footed. Because how dare he do only what he could manage to do when everyone else was out there, and living, and pulling his weight when he dropped the slack because he was just too weak to push through.

Fuck. How he hated himself.

“I do think that it may be of some benefit for you to visit the infirmary?” She suggested, though the way her voice lilted seemed to morph the suggestion into a request.

That lit the fire beneath him, though. “No. Absolutely not.” Because wouldn’t that just be the final nail in his coffin? Admission of weakness, of inability, of laziness. He couldn’t bear the thought of baring himself, body and soul to the eyes of someone who would only see him as a failure, as a decrepit, deteriorating old fool. No, he couldn’t allow it. In fact, why was he allowing her to see him in such a state? Why should she witness him, laid vulnerable? What right did she have? “But, Papa-”

“Why are you still here?” He snapped, eyes shooting open and redirecting the missile-needles from his retinas into her. “I told you no.”

Her brows drew together, a penny-drop shift in expression that had her tail fall low to the ground, “I only thought it best that-”

“Then it would be best you didn’t think, from now on,” he growled, leaning up into her face, never tearing his eyes from hers. “Thoughts and ideas are for us to have, and ghouls to receive, do you understand?”

She was frozen, for just a moment, not a single hair shifting as if she’d been petrified.

“Do you understand?” Papa hissed, louder, but not quite to the threshold of yelling, but it was enough to jolt her into action, frantically nodding her reply. “Then leave me.”

She was gone as quickly as she’d arrived, the heart-shaped paddle at the end of her tail disappearing last through the crack in the door before it was clicked quietly closed behind her. And Secondo was able to let out a breath that he hadn’t realised he’d trapped in his chest. The moment his eyes slipped closed once more, laying back down into the comfort of his pillows he felt guilt bloom in his throat. But as much as he wished to pen an apology, composing his thoughts as cohesively as he could to explain himself to her, his head just wouldn’t let him.

It blared at him for even daring to move, expanding and contracting, he could hear the way his blood gushed in his ears, sloshing around his brain and it was nauseating enough that he daren’t think. He focused instead on the soft feeling of the sheets beneath his hands, and the cool air on his legs where the covers had ridden up. Sensations that didn’t overwhelm him with the urge to vacate his skin, ones that kept him present and distracted as best he could from the entrappings of his pain-addled mind. It wouldn’t let him sleep, not without intervention that he’d just scared away, but at the very least it would let him rest. 

And perhaps…perhaps tomorrow, if he was no better, he would consider making the trek to the infirmary.

[farter-imperator]

@everybodyshusband had me thinking about pious chronically ill Dew today.

Dew, stuck in the infirmary on long term care. Too unwell to be without around the clock medical supervision.

As he can't make it to Mass most weeks, the Papas come to him instead.

Copia, sat by his bed, reciting from the Satanic Bible while holding Dew's hand.

On another occasion, Dew sitting on the edge of his hospital bed while Primo kneels before him and washes his feet in a metal basin of unholy water.

Secondo helping Dew kneel and pray with him at his bedside, a prayer pillow (made by Cumulus with a small 'D' embroidered in the corner) under his knees to stop the ache.

Terzo blessing him before every procedure, clasping his hands over Dew's in prayer and whispering all the blessings he can think of in English, Italian, and Latin.

Omega allowing Dew to have a small altar to Baphomet in his infirmary room. Just a statuette, some electric candles (real candles aren't good when you're in a room with a patient that needs oxygen therapy), and a small copy of the Satanic Bible.

Dew standing in front of the altar, holding himself up on his walker, just staring at the altar proudly.

Dew with veils to wear when he feels strong enough to go to Mass. Sat at the back of the Cathedral, head bowed solemnly the entire time, Omega sat beside him gently rubbing his back. He prays silently to himself throughout the whole service, listening to the Papas but unable to be broken out of the trance. Omega knows what Dew's asking their Unholy Creator.

He never brings it up with Dew.

[sodomizers-soul]

hi! 😶‍🌫️

just making a little "about me" section for a pinned post, ive seen other people do this and im starting to use tumblr more. im arian, im 21, autistic af and live in chronic pain.

i want to start writing more about what im interested in, blogs on here are getting me super duper inspired! feel free to use my ask box to ask me questions on my head cannons and such :) my hyperfixations will usually find their way into most of the posts i make on here and my current hyperfixations are:

Ghost (the band in case you didnt notice 🙃)

Sally Face

Kuromi

[writingjourney]

I’m having a severe chronic illness/pain flare up today that’s kept me in bed all night and all day today- I’d love some headcanons for the Papas when it comes to caring for a sick or chronically ill partner if you have the time! Maybe even a short ficlet if you feel inspired to! ☕️😮‍💨📚

I hope you're feeling better by now! ♡ I managed to write a short snippet for each Papa, trying to keep it somewhat vague as to what type of pain reader is experiencing. Copia can be read in whichever role you fancy :)

content: 1.5k words total, each papa x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, reader with chronic pain [Ao3 link]

Primo

He's successfully shut out the rest of the world, one harsh look and the Sibling who tried to pester you scattered off like a fearful rabbit. He's tucked you under the blanket with the firm insistence of a nurse who's overseeing your strict bed rest. Primo knows one thing by now, having forced his body through decades worth of hard work – you can only push yourself so far before you shut down, before you cannot recover without sufficient rest.

"I could have just helped them quickly," you insist. "It's already getting be–"

"I will not have these idioti risk your health with tasks they can do themselves, fiore."

And that's that. He's well aware that no one is going to be brave enough to complain about him to Sister, half the Ministry too scared to bother you at all while you're with him. Primo knows you care about your work which entails that you'd never have called off unless you collapsed right in front of him. But he likes to think that you enjoy it when he's just as stubborn as you are.

"Drink some more water, amore." Perched on the edge of the bed, he hands you the glass, perpetually full as if by magic. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you admit. "The heating pad helps."

"Good." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Now, time to get some sleep."

"Join me? I think it's time for an old man nap."

He narrows his eyes, playful but not unserious. "I will show you who is an old man when you feel better."

You give a tired laugh and he softens up the moment you've draped yourself over his chest, long fingers stroking along your arm. With his steady heartbeat against your ear it's easier to fall asleep and for once it's comforting to know that the rest of the world can wait.

⛧ ✦ ⛧

Secondo

"Ah ah, no getting up, amore."

You sink back into the pillows, caught in the act. "I just want to–"

"No." The rhythmic scratching of pen on paper, books and notepad pages scattered on the small desk he carried into the bedroom to work from home today. "Whatever you need, you just tell your Papa."

"What if I have to go pee? Will you oversee that as well?"

He glances up over the rim of his reading glasses. "Do you?"

"No."

"Then why are you trying to get up?"

"I was going to look at what you're doing."

"You are not well, amore. You need to learn how to rest."

You pull the blanket up over your head and turn to your side, your next words grumbled into the fabric. "That call is coming from inside the house."

"What was that, hm?"

Before you can reply, the mattress dips under his weight, his presence immediately taking up all air around you. A thrill runs through your whole body, clouding the pain for a short but sweet moment.

"I know I am not leading by example," he concedes, a heavy hand stroking along the shape of your arm, down to your hips and then following the trail of your spine back up to your head. He tugs at the blanket there, revealing you to him. "Do you need more medicine? A book to read? Music?"

"What I really need is you," you whisper. "And… perhaps some more ibuprofen, yeah."

Secondo lends you one of his rare smiles, thumb softly stroking along your cheekbone. As though he can't resitst he leans in for a short but soft kiss, nose brushing against yours but careful not to exhaust you. "I can do that, amore. Make some space in the bed while I get it."

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Terzo

You haven't been particularly hungry, dozing for hours, closing your eyes to drown out the world, anything to sit out the pain and discomfort for however long it takes. When the surprising smell of freshly cooked food slowly creeps into the bedroom you feel your stomach grumbling for the first time in days.

"Terz?"

He does not reply. You furrow your brow, debating whether it's worth getting up to check on whatever he's fabricating. It's less that you don't trust him in the kitchen, he's perhaps lacking the cooking practice but he more than makes up for it with his quick wit. It's more so that he's been anxious ever since you got ill, desperate to help, flinching whenever you show any signs of pain, and he's already easily distracted on the best of days.

Before you've made up your mind the door creaks open. A smile lights up his face when he finds you awake, arms occupied with a steaming bowl that he carries between two oven-gloved hands.

"I hope you have an appetite, amore," he says.

You sit up, heart swelling at the sight of him in a kitchen apron. Before he sits down on the chair by your bedside he places the tray over your lap that you've been using, unable to sit for too long, and then sets down an old porcelain bowl you know he inherited from his grandmother. The rich aroma of the hearty broth floods your nose, tiny pieces of pasta swimming alongside finely chopped vegetables.

"Pastina Soup," he explains. "My nonna made this when I was not feeling well as a little boy, she used to say it is medicine against anything. I know how to make this in my sleep, amore. The kitchen is fine."

"I didn't say anything!"

"I see it in your eyes, you don't trust me with the stove." He raises his brows and you can't help but laugh, a sound that melts the tension out of his posture. "I know I know, I have been a bit of a hectic mother hen, hm? But I do not like seeing you unwell."

"I'm grateful, my love," you whisper, taking his hand in yours for a reassuring squeeze. "I've not been taken care of like that in a long time."

He eases into the chair, proud smile stretching his lips, and watches as you try the first spoonful. Warmth spreads from your belly to your limbs, the broth rich, so full of flavor that you feel revived from the taste alone. At your delighted hum his smile grows, so much that you can see the dimples in his cheeks. It's perfect.

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Copia

"Relax, amore," he whispers, pulling you firmer against his chest with an arm tightly wrapped around your front. "I can feel that you are still tense."

"I'm trying." You let your head fall back until it meets his shoulder. The steaming hot water of the bath eases your pain in a way that makes it somewhat more bearable. "It just takes some time to get used to the heat."

You inhale the scent of lavender bubbles, figure that you should be glad he finally made you use the fancy bath bomb and foam that you've been trying to keep for a special occasion. It feels too luxurious to waste, too much of an indulgence. Copia has been insisting on this, though, after you've been in agony for days and he's been fussing, heating pad, medication, all not helping enough to take away the discomfort of such persistent pain.

"Still tense," he whispers a few minutes later, voice so close to your ear that goosebumps prickle at your neck despite the heat. You can feel his hands now, slowly working into your muscles, fingers smoothing out the knots. It's… not uncomfortable, though you have to wince on occasion when he hits a particularly sore spot. "What do we do about this, my baby?"

"I wouldn't mind if you just kept going with this," you whisper.

And he does, though his lips start to trail the softest of kisses up the side of your neck now, across your shoulder, anywhere he can reach without moving you too much. Once the water cools down you'll slip back into sweats, cozying up in his bed with a movie. It's the closest you can get to finding peace while you're not feeling well, hoping the flare up will fade if you allow yourself the needed rest. It helps him, too, though he's much better about doing his stretches and staying on top of things.

"Thanks for forcing me to relax," you whisper drowsily, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.

He chuckles, wrapping you up between his arms and legs and the sweet scent of the bath. "We both know you never would have used that bath bomb, amore."

I hope these were comforting to anyone who might need it <3

Masterlist – My Ao3

[duskspring]

Cared For - Dewdrop Fic

Based on these posts by @cirrus-ghoulette. I'd like to also thank them again for beta/ sensitivity reading. Everyone go check out their posts!!

Summary: Dewdrop hasn’t really gotten used to the chronic illnesses he gained after his transition into a fire ghoul didn’t go according to plan. Luckily, his friends are there to support him.

Content (please tell me if I forgot anything): Chronically ill Dew, kinda angst, kinda hurt/comfort, friendship

Word count: ~2.2k words

[Read on AO3]

One, two, three, four…

Dew counted the tiles on the wall.

Five, six, seven, eight…

They were all plain white.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve…

He had to really focus to not have them blend together in his vision.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…

A hard enough task, with the constant stabbing pain in what felt like every last joint in his body.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…

This was far from the first time he’d counted those tiles.

Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four…

There wasn’t much else to do in between people’s visits.

Twenty five, twenty six, twen-

“Afternoon, Dew.” Aether announced his presence. He sounded happy, but subdued, as if being too happy would break his friend. Like it could get any worse.

The sudden noise caused the, now, fire ghoul to look away from the tiles, losing where he was and causing him to give up the monotonous “game”.

“Hey,” He answered back, his voice way weaker than he would have liked.

“How’s today been?”

“Same old, same old.” It’s not that Dew didn’t wanna talk. In fact he was desperate for any kind of distraction and interaction. But truly, what was there to say to a question like that? “Just counting tiles.”

Aether still smiled as he walked to his friend’s side, though it looked a lot more pitiful this time.

Dew hated that. He hated being looked at with that pity. It was bad enough that his transition into a fire ghoul backfired, a transition he was hesitant about to begin with, but to now only be viewed as someone to feel bad for hurt him perhaps more than anything.

“Don’t look at me like that.” His voice was a lot more agitated than he intended.

Aether sighed, himself also unsure of how to deal with what had happened or how to best support his bandmate, “How about we go out for a bit?”

That caught Dew’s attention. He nodded, the motion way smaller than he wanted it to be, considering his neck was quite achey.

After a moment, Aether looked at him expectantly and he knew exactly why. He was waiting for him to get up. And he tried, he really did, but his body simply didn’t respond. The most he got was a twitching in his arm and another sharp jab of pain through it.

His friend noticed when he inhaled sharply, seemingly in the know of what was happening. He wordlessly looked to the corner of the room where a wheelchair was sat waiting, then looked back at Dew questioningly.

The fire ghoul thought he might burst into tears. How could he, the one that once ran and stomped and worked his way over the stage be reduced to this? Someone who couldn’t even sit up on his own? He’d been told in the past not to think of himself this way. To not focus too much on the negative, but truly, how could he not on days like this?

He gave a deep sigh and nodded wordlessly again. Aether speed walked to the other side of the room to get the wheelchair. Before delicately lifting his friend into it, he made sure to help him dress up in some warmer clothes. Something that suited his personality way better than the standard infirmary pyjamas.

“Wait,” Dew said right before he was about to get wheeled away. He looked back to his bed and made a grabbing motion to the pushy there. It was a little stuffed dragon named Dio. It had been a gift from Secondo of all people, as a kind of apology or sympathy gift for the failed transition. In the past Dew wouldn’t have been caught dead carrying around a stuffed animal, but at this point he was beyond caring. Dio made him feel more comfortable and nowadays he deserved that feeling wherever he could get it.

Aether smiled and handed him the toy, before situating himself behind the wheelchair, “Onwards we go! The gardens are really pretty this time of year.” Aether said excitedly, trying to raise Dew’s spirit a bit.

The smaller ghoul was admittedly looking forward to some time outside, or really anywhere other than the infirmary that started feeling more and more like a prison each passing day.

Silence fell over the room once the two friends were out the door. It was surprisingly neat and cared for, mostly at the courtesy of Mountain coming in every other day to dust and clean. He wasn’t gonna let his friend waste away in a dirty space.

Speaking of the earth ghoul, he nearly jumped off the couch when he got the text from Aether ‘He’s out. Be quick.’.

“Alright, guys, it’s go time.” He didn’t wait for his other friends before grabbing the bag he had prepared and half jogging through the Ministry.

Today hadn’t been the first day Dew had complained about the inherent boring and monotonous life in the infirmary, so his friends, his current and former bandmates, had all come together to hatch a little plan.

With tools and some of Dew’s belongings in tow, they were gonna make that infirmary a home.

The crisp fall air woke Dew from what had felt like a week’s long slumber, although it might’ve been longer than that.

Though his friends were great at trying to keep him entertained and happy, the moments where he was alone, when everyone had some other business to attend to, he almost felt like he ceased to properly exist. Like he was stuck in a purgatory of pain and waiting for anything that would make the day stand out from those that came before it.

He didn’t recall the leaves being as yellow and red as they were now the last time he went out and it only further messed with his perception of time.

“Dew?” He snapped up at Aether’s mention of his name.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you wanted to sit out on a bench somewhere.”

“Yes please.” Anything to spend more time outside.

Siblings of sin greeted him kindly when he passed, though most with that same pitiful look in their eyes.

Right as Dew was about to roll his eyes, “There he is!” Zephyr’s voice served as the perfect distraction.

The air ghoul was in a wheelchair as well, but he was able to wheel himself forward without help. Dew somewhat envied him for it.

“Good to see you got out today, it’s finally sunny again. Or maybe that’s just you.” Zephyr winked, getting a genuine smile, albeit a sarcastic one, out of Dewdrop, even if he tried to not let that be known.

“I guess the transition worked after all then.” He replied. Zephyr chuckled at that, and so did Aether, only after taking it that that reaction was acceptable.

“I’m glad you can still laugh. Stealing my quintessence bank from me, you prick.” Zephyr joked, referencing his own past with Aether’s assistance.

“As if Omega didn’t immediately replace him. If you want Aether back so bad, by all accounts, go get worse.”

“Don’t challenge me like that, you never know what my body might pull.”

It was nice for Dew to be able to talk with someone who had similar experiences, even if in many ways he and Zephyr were completely different. Although of course he wished the air ghoul all the best, it was good to know he wasn’t alone. Surely Zephyr in a way felt the same after being the only chronically ill ghoul for as long as he was.

“You wanna sit down somewhere? I know a good spot. And if it’s already taken we’ll just play the pity card.” Zephyr suggested, pouting exaggeratedly.

“Oh Satan, please not even more pity.” Dew did roll his eyes this time, genuinely so.

“Yeah, I hate to break it to you, but that’s never really gonna change.” The air ghoul said as he made a U-turn with his wheelchair leading his friends over to the seat he had mentioned before.

Being outside had been absolutely wonderful and part of Dew wished he could’ve stayed there forever. The other part of him, however, was exhausted and he knew that wouldn’t get any better.

After bidding Zephyr goodbye, Aether started making his way back to the infirmary Dew hated so much.

“Aether, I’m telling you right now I might just be asleep by the time you get me up there.” It was in part a jab at Aether’s extra slow walking speed, ever so delicate with his friend, and partially a genuine heads up.

“And we can’t have that can we?” No, they couldn’t. Dew needed to be awake for his surprise, “Off we go!” Aether put a good bit of strength into suddenly accelerating the speed at which he pushed Dew forward.

The fire ghoul took a surprised breath, but couldn’t help the smile on his face that came paired with this adrenaline rush.

“Aether, what the fuck. You’re gonna kill me!” He laughed, genuinely laughed, as his friend raced him through the halls.

“As if you've ever cared about safety.” The bigger ghoul retorted as he rounded a corner, “Sorry!” He then yelled back at a few siblings he nearly hit, causing Dew to only laugh harder. He hadn’t felt like this since the last time he was on stage.

He cheered and whooped as Aether caught his breath at the door, smiling at his friend’s enthusiasm.

“You’re still awake.” He noted victoriously.

“Alright, I’ll admit it. You win this time.” He knew it would be a matter of minutes before the adrenaline settled and he was back to exhaustion, but that didn’t matter right now.

Aether knocked on the door as he waited behind Dew for it to open.

Well, that obviously didn’t make sense. They had left the place empty, “Why the fuck-“

Before the question even left Dew’s mouth the door indeed swung open to reveal a proud looking Mountain.

“When you said ‘be quick’, I honestly expected worse.” He mentioned before stepping aside so Dew could be wheeled in.

One of his eyebrows was raised in confusion, but his expression quickly dropped to surprise as he took in the room before him.

There were a lot of people in there, more than he had seen together in a while. From faces he knew all too well like Ifrit and Terzo, to those he had only recently been introduced to like Copia, Cirrus, Cumulus and Swiss.

But what really caught his attention was the sheer amount of stuff that was in there. It barely felt like the infirmary anymore. The walls were lined with band posters, covering up those stupid, stupid tiles. Knickknacks, including his precious little statuette of Baphomet covered every shelf and windowsill. A rocking chair had been put in place of the uncomfortable plastic one he usually sat on when getting medical infusions. His guitar was hung up right next to his bed, a bed covered in his own bedsheets and a brand new blanket he could smell his pack mates’ scents on all the way from the doorway.

He accidentally dropped Dio to the ground in shock.

“Tadaaaa! Whatcha think?” Terzo gestures around with his usual showmanship.

Dew didn’t know how to respond. It was almost like he was unable to, rendered completely speechless.

Aether walked around to his front and crouched down to wipe away the few stray tears on Dew’s cheeks, “I hope it’s to your liking.”

The fire ghoul sniffled, “It could’ve been better.” He had meant to say it with his usual deadpan, but simply couldn’t help the smile and sob that involuntarily left him.

Aether moved a little closer and hugged him, even if Dew didn’t have the energy or strength to hug him back.

“This is only step one,” Ifrit smirked, “Everything has been miserable enough.”

Dew nodded solemnly, though the smile never left his face.

“Thank you,” He whispered, looking around the room.

“Absolutely no need for that.” Cumulus said.

“Yeah, man. We’re all here if ya need anything.” Swiss winked, a small callback to the secret weed smoking sessions he’d take Dew on some days when the pain got really bad. Well, maybe ‘secret’ was an overstatement. It was more so something Omega and Aether let slide.

Dew wanted to speak his thanks even more, to be able to get up and hug everyone, but he couldn’t help the weight of his eyelids. In a way that almost ruined his mood, just wishing he could enjoy everyone’s company. But he refused to let his mood be soured now. He only felt grateful for everyone’s effort.

“I think it’s time to go.” Cirrus noted quietly to the rest.

“Want me to stay tonight?” Aether asked Dew as the rest started gathering their stuff.

“Yes, please.” Dew’s head nodded, both in affirmation and sleepiness.

When everyone had said their goodbyes the quintessence ghoul helped his friend back into the infirmary sleepwear and laid him down carefully in bed.

Dew immediately clutched the new blanket to himself as much as his body allowed him to, taking in a heavy breath of his pack’s scents. His muscles relaxed into the bed as he settled in with Dio next to him.

Aether stayed by his side as promised, making himself comfortable in the new rocking chair and thanking Lucifer that he wouldn’t need to sleep on that old plastic seat anymore.

“Thanks again for today,” Dew mumbled barely audibly.

“No need. We’d do anything for you.” Aether smiled.

It was weird; even if his joints still hurt like hell and he wasn’t in his own bedroom, for a moment Dew got to feel like he was ok. Safe, happy, cared for. Some things really didn’t change after he did. And he couldn’t be more grateful for those.

[My masterlist]

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

hi hi! I was wondering if you could do headcanons of the papas with a s/o who is kinda immature and fun?

HI HELLO ANON SORRY FOR NOT GETTING THIS DONE SOONER!! I have been busy and unwell (thanks chronic illness you BITCH) but here it is! I hope you enjoy <3

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Your immaturity provides a nice contrast and dichotomy with Primo's maturity

He thinks you've got a killer sense of humour and it's one of the things about you he thinks makes you so fun to be around

You tell dick jokes? Yes please yes please

He admires how open you are to new experiences

Primo is not a young man anymore. Even with immortality he feels how old he is, yet you make him feel so young

He sees how outgoing and personable you are at parties and Ministry functions and his heart melts all over again

You know what he loves the most about you though? The thing that makes him want to let out a content sigh and gaze at you with lovesick eyes?

The pranks you play on his brothers. Hearing Secondo yelling in frustration while you both run away giggling allows him to see how purely joyous you are and he falls in love even more than before if that's possible

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Listen, Secondo may be the bitter and grumpy one out of his brothers

But that doesn't mean he doesn't like having a partner who's fun and contrasts with him

He greatly appreciates your immaturity and sense of humour

Honestly, he encourages all the innuendos and double entendres

Watching you do your thing at parties and events, working the crowd with your charisma and fun personality is one of the most beautiful sights he's ever seen

He values your openness to different experiences as it allows you both to go out and explore while spending quality time together rather than him being cooped up in his office all day every day

You're always supportive of him and his endeavours, which he also values as someone who never really got to explore the things he wanted to growing up as NIhil's son and being raised as a back-up for Primo

When you surprise him with gifts or little trinkets at random times? He fucking loves that and sometimes he'll find himself getting excited at the possibility of you randomly dropping in during his work day to gift him something or even just to tease and distract him when he's getting stressed

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

You and Terzo together? The walls of the abbey tremble (with laughter)

You bring out the fun and immature side of Terzo and it allows him to explore the things he wished he could when he was battling for Nihil's attention and approval as Papa

The two of you are like a comedy duo with all the rude jokes and innuendos you bounce off one another

Terzo will purposely point at the genitals on a classic nude painting or sculpture just to make you laugh

He networks a lot as the most outgoing of the Emeritus brothers, so having you with him and seeing you in your element of entertaining others is something he cherishes and doesn't take for granted

Treasures every moment with you because he knows how short life is and he's not going to take any of it for granted again

The two of you have a dartboard with various activities on it so that if one of you want to do something new you'll throw a dart and see where it lands and that will be your date/couple's activity

Honestly everyone sees how happy you are together and how much fun you both have and you become the couple goals of the entire Ministry

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

He's like a lovesick puppy aaaaaaaa

He's not someone who would go out to do new things with you, but he likes the idea of doing fun things together indoors

Copia will be like a puddle on the ground if you play with the rats and converse with them like they're your best buddies

He's honestly relieved that you're such an open-minded and supportive person because he didn't have that growing up

Takes you to all the Ministry events and functions because you have such a way with effortlessly entertaining guests

Literally beams with pride and puffs his chest up

When you play scrabble together it ends becoming a competition to see who can make the most rude words on the board

Also a man who encourages innuendo and double entendre. He slips them into his sermons whenever he knows you're going to be in the front row to see how long you last before you burst out laughing

[emeritus-fuckers]

emeritus-fuckers masterlist (humans)

Multicharacter (more than 3 characters)

"Papas" post all include Papa I, II, III, IV as well as young and old Nihil unless otherise specified.

Papas comforting you after a heartbreak during your birthday party headcanonsil)

What would the Papas (+Sister Imperator) dress up as for Halloween?

Papas reacting to their s/o messing up an Italian pet name

Papas comforting their depressed s/o (headcanons + drabble)

Rainy days in bed with the Papas (headcanons)

Papas dealing with their s/o's baby fever (headcanons)

Yandere Papas with a shy s/o

Papa's reacting to their s/o singing another Papa's song (headcanons, young Nihil excluded)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys listening to their heartbeats

Papas when their s/o wants to learn more about their hobbies

Papas comforting a dysphoric trans-masc reader (headcanons)

Papas and their weddings (headcanons)

Yandere Papas (+ Sister Imperator) with a yandere darling

Yandere Papas with an angel darling

Yandere vampire Papas (old and young Nihil merged into one)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys sucking on their nipples (headcanons)

Papas being called an Italian stallion by their s/o

Yandere Papas with a darling who's already in a relationship (headcanons)

A kink for every Papa

Papas and safewords

Papas with a drag performer s/o

Papas with an afab s/o who gets horny during ovulation (headcanons)

Papas self-harm comfort (headcanons)

The Papas and Sister Imperator with a plus-sized s/o

Papas with a darling who has extreme health anxiety

Papas self-harm comfort mini drabbles

Papas and Sister Imperator comforting their s/o after the loss of their father (link to be added)

Papas with an s/o who walks with a cane due to a bum ankle (link to be added)

Papas getting wrongly accused of cheating (link to be added)

Papas and Sister Imperator with an accident prone s/o (link to be added)

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily (Link to be added)

Character exclusive content

Primo

„Butterflies” ♡ Primo x reader oneshot (fluff)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Primo's love for gardening (headcanon)

Younger Primo headcanons

Cardinal Primo and an ex-catholic s/o (headcanons)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (for link see Primo's master list)

Kissing Primo's tummy after a ritual (fluff drabble) (for link see Primo's master list)

Secondo

“Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female Reader (yandere)

„Husbandly duties” ♡ Secondo x pregnant reader oneshot (smut)

Secondo x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Secondo's hair (headcanon)

Secondo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Soft Secondo headcanons

Yandere Secondo headcanons

Secondo with a chronically ill s/o (headcanons)

Secondo with a plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Secondo with an s/o who overworks themselves (headcanons)

Cardinal Secondo with an ex-Catholic s/o

Secondo taking his darling's virginity (headcanons)

Fluffy Secondo headcanons

House husband Secondo concept

Secondo's piercings (headcanons, includes a picture of male genitalia)

Secondo SA comfort drabble (TW: mentions of sexual assault.) (link to be added)

Secondo hypnosis kink (yandere hc under the cut TW:Dub-con) (link to be added)

Terzo

„Love Story” ♡ Terzo x f!Reader oneshot (fluff to angst to yandere)

“Cirice” ♡ Terzo x afab!Reader oneshot (yandere)

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o (headcanons)

Terzo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Terzo and his s/o in a haunted house

Yandere Terzo taking his s/o's virginity (headcanons)

What would slow dancing with Terzo feel like?

Hopeless romantic Terzo headcanons

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

Terzo with a cardiophile s/o (headcanons)

(Slight)DDLG Yandere Terzo headcanons

Yandere Terzo and Omega throuple headcanons

Terzo as a dad headcanons

Copia

“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o (headcanons)

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration (headcanons)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Face paint date with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia with an s/o who loves being overstimulated (headcanons)

Dracopia headcanons

Copia with an insecure plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Copia as a dad headcanons (link to be added)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (link to be added)

Nihil

“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

Old Papa Nihil birthday fluff (headcanons + oneshot)

Old Papa Nihil with a tipsy s/o (oneshot)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Fatherhood (headcanon, angst)

A short compilation of Nihil misinterpreting stuff (includes both old and young)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both old and young)

Papa Nihil's reaction to his s/o's depressive episode (includes old and young)

Old Nihil headcanons (Link to be added)

A drabble of Young Nihil fucking up again… (Link to be added)

Sister Imperator

Sister Imperator NSFW headcanons (applying to both young and old)

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons (includes both young and old)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Sister Imperator general headcanons

Father Jim Defroque

Father Jim DeFroque NSFW headcanons

Headcanons about Father Jim DeFroque (SFW and NSFW mixed)

More Father Jim Defroque headcanons (link to be added)

Yandere Father Jim Defroque headcanons

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque (oneshot/drabble)

Father DeFroque's pet lashing out because of drug addiction

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque with a darling from the Ministry

Getting fucked in church by Father Jim Defroque (drabble?)

Father Jim Defroque's kinks (link to be added)

Other headcanons (mostly world-building)

When were the Papas + Sister Imperator born? (theory/headcanons)

The "Would that make Primo sad?" rule

Wholesome Emeritus Brothers headcanons (mostly Primo being a wonderful parent to his brothers)

Creepy Twins headcanons

Protecting children (headcanon)

Two Ministries (headcanon)

Nihil's sons and their reaction to his health problems

The Ghenis™

How does the Ministry function? Headcanon (link to be added)

[anamelessfool]

Ok Secondo's family in my AU (the year is 2018) (thank you for your interest @can-of-pringles and @saintbowie )

Sandra was a sibling of sin and worked in the infirmary. A med school dropout who came from a family of funeral directors. She was Primo's nurse towards the end of his life. She is a surprisingly bubbly, energetic soul. Very athletic and self-conscious. But she has the intellect and drive for knowledge that matches her husband's. Also she can maneuver his temperament with the right kind of sarcasm.

I am writing a fic about their meeting. It's a tense love triangle between Secondo and Primo and Sandra in 1998. Secondo is navigating becoming Papa Elect and his mother's very recent death.

I'm enjoying writing their conversations.

Since meeting Sandra, Secondo has attempted to quit smoking 6 times. He's on his longest streak of 3 years in 2018.

Secondo retired and left the Church in 2008. He was too ill and Sandra's father had recently died. Her brothers were struggling with the family business and so the couple stepped in. They went back to school together and loved every minute of it. Secondo is a licensed funeral director and Sandra a mortician. Secondo enjoys his new role helping grieving families and organizing administrative tasks.

Secondo is the primary caregiver of the family. His mobility was destroyed by the Curse and so he suffers chronic pain and weakness in his leg and spine. He can manage working from home fairly regularly and so he handles most of the domestic tasks he's able to accomplish. He's turned out to be a very good cook and his personal goal is to create every type of pasta from scratch at least once.

Paul was 4 when the family left the Church. He doesn't remember much of it, just that his dad was too busy or ill to spend quality time with him. Paul (14) is shy but has inherited his father's musical talent. He knows several instruments, guitar being one of them. He enjoys contributing to the theater and art clubs at his school. Theater is his big interest. But Paul would never sing in front of a crowd though.

They had two other children, Eden (8) and Samuel (5). Eden is very crafty, a go-getter. A tiny, exacting dictator with a fascination with the macabre. She has been known to tell her father odd messages of magical importance. Sam is an enthusiastic follower of his sister and tries to copy her all the time. The two younger children are closer to each other than Paul. They love their older brother but it sometimes seems like Paul is a third caregiver to them.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Papa Emeritus II/Secondo Masterlist by emeritus-fuckers

What do these emojis mean?

ONESHOTS AND DRABBLES:

♡ “Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female reader

Written by Nosferatu. // 🔪🩸 DISCLAIMER: Please read the CW section before reading the fanfic itself.

♡ „Husbandly duties” ♡ Secondo x pregnant reader

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥

♡ House husband Secondo concept

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Secondo SA comfort drabble

Written by Nosferatu. // ⚠️🚨 // ���️‍🩹🫂

♡ Secondo hate-fucking Father Jim Defroque

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥//⚠️🚨 TW: Mentions of drugs & alcohol

♡ Day 23 of Kinktober: Blood - Papa Emeritus II

Written by Zenith/Jasper. // 🫦🔥//⚠️🚨 TW: Blood & Blood kink

♡ Secondo masturbating to a spicy picture of his s/o (drabble)

Written by Nosferatu.//🫦🔥 DISCLAIMER: Please read the CW section before reading the fanfic itself.

♡ Take a break ⸸ Papa Emeritus II x Nonbinary!Reader oneshot

Written by Zenith/Jasper. Edited (slightly) by Nosferatu. //☁️🧸

♡ Secondo's s/o seeing his dick piercings for the first time

Written by Nosferatu.//🫦🔥//☁️🧸

♡ A "massage" from Secondo...

Written by Nosferatu.//🫦🔥

♡ Emoji trouble with Secondo... (gn!reader)

Written by Nosferatu & Zenith/Jasper.//😜🤡//slight 🫦🔥themes

HEADCANONS:

♡ How big is the Ghenis? ♡ What if he's a grower, not a shower?

Written by Nosferatu. // 📖🖋️ // 🚫💘

♡ Secondo's piercings

Written by Nosferatu. // ⚠️🚨 // 📖🖋️ // 🚫💘 TW: Picture of male genitalia under "Read more" section.

♡ Secondo's hair

Written by Nosferatu. // 📖🖋️ // 🚫💘

♡ Yandere Secondo

Written by Nosferatu. // 🔪🩸

♡ Yandere sugar daddy Secondo

Written by Nosferatu. // 🔪🩸

♡ Secondo hypnosis kink (includes yandere under the cut)

Written by Nyx and Nosferatu. // ⚠️🚨 // 🔪🩸 // 🫦🔥 TW: Dub-con.

♡ Secondo x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥

♡ Secondo with a plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Secondo taking his darling's virginity

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥

♡ Werewolf Secondo

Written by Zenith/Jasper. // 🫦🔥 // ☁️🧸

♡ Sub Secondo

Written by Zenith/Jasper. // 🫦🔥

♡ Secondo and a gn!painter s/o

Written by Nosferatu. // 🫦🔥 // ☁️🧸 (mixed)

♡ Soft Secondo headcanons

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Fluffy Secondo headcanons

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Secondo with an s/o who overworks themselves

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Secondo with a chronically ill s/o

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Secondo with a darling who is just extremely intimidated by him... (includes yandere under the cut)

Written by Nyx and Nosferatu. // 🔪🩸 // ☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Cardinal Secondo with an ex-Catholic s/o

Written by Nosferatu. // ☁️🧸

♡ Ghost characters comforting their s/o after the loss of a pet

Written by Zenith/Jasper. // ☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Some more house husband Secondo

Written by Nosferatu. //☁️🧸

♡ Papa Emeritus II painting his male s/o in the nude

Written by Zenith/Jasper. //☁️🧸

♡ Papa Emeritus II with a transmasc s/o

Written by Zenith/Jasper. //☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Secondo with small dick s/o

Written by Zenith/Jasper.//🫦🔥 // ☁️🧸

♡ Secondo with clingy overthinker s/o

Written by Zenith/Jasper.// ☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂//slight 🥀💔

♡ Protective Secondo

Written by zenith/Jasper//☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Secondo being obsessed with marking his s/o

Written by zenith/Jasper//🫦🔥

♡ Secondo getting pampered by his s/o

Written by Zenith/Jasper//☁️🧸 // ❤️‍🩹🫂

♡ Secondo smut headcanons

Written by Zentih/Jasper//🫦🔥

♡ Secondo with an opera singer s/o

Written by Zentih/Jasper//☁️🧸

♡ Secondo spanking his s/o

Written by Zentih/Jasper//🫦🔥

♡ Cooking with Secondo

Written by Zentih/Jasper//☁️🧸

♡ Secondo with stoic but clingy s/o

Written by Zentih/Jasper//☁️🧸

MORE WORKS FOR THE CHARACTER CAN BE FOUND ON THE HUMAN MULTICHARACTER MASTERLIST.

[writingjourney]

What is your favourite ghost song?

Do you collect anything?

Tell me one thing about ur cat because she is adorable

thank you so much!! <3

1) Body and Blood, it's so Secondo to me

2) Hm, I mean not in a completionist way but I do collect vinyls of my favorite albums and a few specific editions of books!

3) Thank you!! ♡ She is actually very old, we don't know the exact age but around 19-ish, so sadly she is fully deaf now, has beginning dementia and two other chronic illnesses but she is just the sweetest baby and my best friend ever!

[emeritus-fuckers]

A self indulgent ask - Secundo with a chronically ill SO? Someone with like chronic fatigue or POTS specifically, a disability that's invisible.

Hi, I hope this is good enough. I tried my best. - Jez

Secondo with a chronically ill s/o

Despite getting older, his health was excellent. He took great care of himself, regularly exercising and (mostly thanks to Primo) eating healthy.

So your issues were a bit surprising to him. He never questioned them, though.

He tried his best to help, offering to pay for private doctors and medication if available.

He makes you nap so you can rest, hoping it would help with your fatigue.

Makes you nice tea that he gets from Primo.

You're not getting up without his help anymore. He takes your hand and puts the other one on your shoulder to pull you up while gently making sure it's not too fast.

It takes a few times before you both figure out the right pace to keep your heart from going too fast, but eventually he managed to find it.

He reads up on ways to help you. Seeks out experts.

Also, we should all feel sorry for any doctor/nurse who disrespects you or is just rude to you in general. He's capable of ruining their careers.

He believes you when you say something's wrong. Even if the professionals might insist you're fine. If you say something's wrong, then something's wrong, damn it.

Offers to carry you if you're too fatigued to walk around. He kisses your forehead and whispers reassuring words to you.

He has a nice, comfortable reclining armchair for you. It has pillows, blankets and plushies if you want them. Anything to make you comfortable.

He brings you some things that would keep you occupied or entertained while resting.

He also makes sure to always have drinks and snacks ready for you, all around his quarters.

Cooks for you and makes sure you eat regularly. He may not be able to handle everything about your chronic illness, but he tries his best to do everything he can to help you.

[farter-imperator]

Dew has a plushie.

It's a dragon, it's called Dio (short for Diablo) and it looks like this

It's weighted, with a birthday cake scent chip inside and a battery operated heartbeat that thuds when Dio is hugged.

When Dew goes into the infirmary for one of his chronic illnesses, he doesn't settle for days. He barely sleeps, despite being exhausted from all the nausea and pain. Even Aether's quintessence doesn't do much in helping him rest.

Until, late one night, Secondo appears at the foot of Dew's bed with Dio in hand. He's wearing a set of infirmary pyjamas, just like the ones Dew is wearing. Secondo found Dio in Dew's room and quickly sewed a pair of pyjamas for Dio so that he'd be matching with Dew.

Dew sleeps peacefully that night, Dio in his arms and Secondo at his bedside.

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

I've finally decided I'm gonna be doing headcanon requests! To request headcanons, just head over to my ask and drop in there what you'd like! But first, make sure to read the rules and the characters I will write headcanon requests for. If you're not sure if I've already done your request or not, head over to my navigation post where you'll find links to my masterlists!

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Only send in requests when I'm open for them! I'll put at the top of my blog and in my ask whether I'm open for headcanon requests or not.

Only send in headcanon requests for characters on the list I will provide further down in this post! Just because a character is from a fandom I'm in doesn't mean I will automatically write for them, so make sure you read the list carefully.

Do NOT send in headcanon requests for trigger topics that I will list further down in this post. This is for my own mental health and wellbeing and I trust that you'll all be respectful of that.

Please don't send asks/messages asking when I'll get round to your request. This will only make me want to do requests even less.

As a rule, I don't write character x character ship headcanons as I like to save that sort of thing for when I'm writing fics about them. I will, however, do reader insert headcanons and headcanons for solo characters

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Rape/sexual assault/sexual abuse. This is something that is a big trigger for me

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con or dubious consent, including consensual non-consent. This is something I have to be in a very good headspace to write on my own terms, and as such I don't feel comfortable doing requests relating to these topics

Extreme gore and violence

Excrement play (basically anything to do with piss and poop is a no go)

Child/domestic/partner abuse and violence

Ableism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, anything bigoted

Child/infant death. This is a particularly difficult one for me due to things my mum and my older brother went through, so I don't feel comfortable writing requests relating to this

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Slight gore and violence. If you're not sure, don't be afraid to ask and I will tell you if it's too extreme for me or not!

Mental health and mental illness (though I may reserve the right not to do a request relating to this if my own mental health isn't doing well)

Chronic illness/conditions (if it's a condition or illness I'm not familiar with, this may take a little longer as I will look it up to make sure I can write for this topic to the best of my ability)

Angst

Fluff

Smut (I trust that if you're on my page you're over 18, but if I catch wind of any minors interacting with my 18+ content or sending in spicy requests this option will be removed from requests completely)

Polygamy (no incest)

I am more than happy to write for any gender, sexuality, pronouns, race etc

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫

The Band Ghost: Mary Goore, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia, Nihil, Sister Imperator, Mr Saltarian, Jim DeFroque

Devil May Cry: Dante, Vergil, V, Nero, Lady, Trish, Nico, Kyrie

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Argyle, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove