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serene-sun · 1 year

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𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 • ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾

Pairing: Copia & young reader

Warnings: none, just comfort and fluff so sweet you will cry

A/n: I cried writing this, for many reasons, but I won’t rant on the fic itself! I did in-fact write this sleepy sleepy fic for the sleepy sleep themselves @ghostussy

“Okie dokie kiddo, it’s time for bed.” Copia softy whispered into your ear, patting your back softly as to not wake your half asleep form.

You laid pressed against copia in his lap as he worked on some final plans for the clergy, you had insisted you help him, only to fall asleep from the days earlier excitement.

You groan a little, letting him know you at least heard him. You fell even more limp into his warm embrace as he fixed you to be more secure in his chest as he stood From his dark oak desk.

“My bambino, so sleepy, so tired from all of that well spent energy.” He huffed under his breath, just barely a whisper

The hallways were warm, candles lined the walls with red and black drapes, and the stone floor you both strode along. At every window, a painted vase stood filled with fresh flowers. You always loved the smell, it was so refreshing and nice, and color.

“Before you slip into pjays, let’s get you a nice bath, shall we?” Copia asks you, pushing open the door to his chambers.

He lead you to the bathroom, already having your soaps and toys as you had seemed to form the habit of having copia do you nightly routine.

You slowly nod, sleep making your eyelids heavier with every fight to lift them.

Copia set you in the tub filled with warm water, he sat on the outside beside you, letting you enjoy the warmth as he grabbed your soap and shampoo.

“Eh, which would you prefer?” Copia showed you the two bottles in hand, “watermelon, of strawberry?”

His accent is so thick, no one speaks like copia does. Maybe that was another thing that made copia so much more special, he was one of a kind.

Nobody in the abbey walked, talked, or treated you with such tenderness like copia did. It wasn’t his position, or being the youngest, not even from having such clingy ghouls. Copia was naturally born with these qualities that made him a great man, leader, and even better; father.

It didn’t matter if he was blood or not, what did matter was his unconditional love for you that never faltered. Even when you had messed up, when you cried over the smallest things, when you scraped your knee, or if you ever got overstimulated or had an attack from anything of your past. Copia was there, always, when you needed him. His touch so tender and caring, his heart beat calming, his eyes full of love and his smile so bright.

It didn’t matter who or what was outside of copia embrace, because you knew you could trust him to protect you. A shield, a promise, a protector, and a loving home is what copia is.

“Alright dolce Stella, let’s get you dried.” He soothed your skin as you stepped out of the bath and into the cold air.

Copia stoped a shiver crawling down your spine as he quickly took your favorite towel and wrapped it around you. It was green and white, the pattern of a frog, it had a hood with a cute nose and two eyes up top.

“Feel better?” He rubs the fabric to you, bundling you up and leading you to the stool at the vanity.

“What beautiful locks!” Copia is enthusiastic about your hair, he always points out every detail about it, “my, my, must be a play date for the ghoulettes.”

“Secundo could never…” you joke, earning a rather loud chuckle from copia.

“Don’t forget to brush those toothers.” Copia reminds you, as he sets the brush down as he finishes your hair, handing you a tooth brush with sharks on it.

After you brush your teeth, copia swaddles you up and brings you to your ‘little’ wardrobe in his room.

“What wou-“ copia tried to speak but your attention is stolen by a pretty pattern of stars and planets that you blurt out, “that one!” You quickly grab the pajama set off the shelf and show papa like it’s a piece of art you just finished, and boy was papa proud

“You like your space pajamas don’t you dolce.” He says, sliding them onto you.

The man took you once more into his arms, bringing you back into his main room.

“Now, here’s your stuffy and your blanket.” Copia sets you under the covers of the bed, tucking you in with your stuffed frog and space themed blanket.

Copia takes the time to turn on your pillow pet, the lady bug one that casts an array of stars, galaxies, and planets across the ceiling.

“Papa” you grab at his hand as he leans away from the bed.

“Hm?” He brushes off any lent on the blanket.

“Story?” You ask, exhaustion kicking in again like the moon light is pure melatonin.

“Well of course bambino, I assume you want the same as last nights?” Copia reaches at the bookshelf across from the bed and under the TV.

You may of had a slight obsession with this one book series, and copia may of read it to you every night since it was your favorite. You couldn’t help it, it would send you straight to sleep.

“Hmm, how about this one?” He shows you one that has a different cover, but still the same art style and title.

You nod eagerly, relaxing back into the covers and pillows as copia sits beside you. He brings you to lay into the crook of his chest, his left arm resting around you.

“Comfy?” Copia asked before starting, licking his finger to open the book.

You nod once more, and so he begins

“Mr. Putter and his fine cat, Tabby, loved to sleep. They could sleep anywhere. They slept in chairs, in swings, in cars, in tubs, and sometimes in the laundry room!” Copia read with excitement, but a soft low voice that made your brain tingle.

As copia continued, you started zoning out, staring into the colorful drawings of the pages.

“It was a beautiful night. The moon was full, and moonlight was everywhere. Tabby looked. She listened. She twitched her ears. She twitched her tail.” Copia continues as your head falls back into his shoulder.

You feel your muscles relax, your shoulders and legs release tension.

‘Maybe I’ll let them rest’ is what you thought, letting your eye lids shut softly. A breathe exhaled through your nose, you faintly felt copia move to flip the page.

“Mr. Putter looked up at the sky,

He showed Tabby the stars and he told her all about them. He told her that the Blg Dipper was full of milk from the Milky Way. Tabby purred she loved milk.”

By now, you’re zoned out enough to not listen to him anymore. Your body takes in the feeling of copias body heat and soaks it up like a sponge.

You take it the softness of his voice and chest, the tickle of his hair on your forehead

“They told stories in the moonlight. They told secrets. They made each other laugh.”

Copia softly finished his line, glimpsing at your asleep form.

He softly slid out of your bed, careful not to wake you. He pulled the covers up to your neck, setting your frog in your arms.

He leaned in to kiss your forehead,

“goodnight bambino…I love you trillions.”

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #copia fanfiction #copia #popia x reader #cardi c #papa iv x reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #copia x reader fluff

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thegnomelord · 1 month

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i live for the ghostussy

I work, eat, breathe, LIVE for the ghostussy...

You're an amazing writer though and i don't send asks often bc of social anxiety and stuff but your writing is so crunchy >.<

Can i be 👾anon please ^^

I sweat that ghost zombussy is gonna haunt me for the rest of my days...

also thanks for the love dude :D, always warms my heart when I know ya'll like the stuff I write lol

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #👾

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ghoulelegy · 6 months

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Thank you for the tag @jimothybarnes <3

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Lets goo!!

1. Barbie (ghost) movie kinky crackfic

2. Copia infodumping about the middleages

3. Terzo Sermon (@jimothybarnes)

4. Rain dancing in the Rain

5. Hiking with Primo

6. Terzo takes care of you

7. Ghoulettes and the void

8. Terzo grief (kinda a part 2 to 7)

(I don't know who to tag so bear with me, just consider this an appreciation)

@em0bussy @mac-and-thefox @littlemoon-beam @sphylor @ghostussy @kamonart @everybodyshusband @sovaghoul @ghoultrifle @delulluart @swissndewdrop

#ghost fanfiction #band ghost #ghost band

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glitterrhowell · 5 years

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Spirits In the Night

Title: Spirits In the Night

Series: Spooky week 2018

Pairing: Daniel Howell & AmazingPhil (Phan

Word count: 3.2k

Warning/Genre: scary/Halloween/spooky’vlogging/ghosts/possible demon

Summary:

Phil decides to film a Halloween video with PJ and Sophie and an abandon hunted house and Dan is less than keen on going.

Read on Ao3

Read on Wattpad

This is part of a collection of eight stories I have written over the last few months for Autumn/Halloween. I am titling this series spooky week and will continue to update every day up until Halloween day!

A huge thank you to my other half Christy (Fadingcrystalvoid) for being with me since the start of the series listing to me rant and proofreading for me. Also for last minute betaing all these stories for me!

“Come on Dan it’s going to be fun!” Phil whined.

“Phil I told you that I didn’t want to go,” he sighed.

“But you have to go it's Halloween!” he pleaded. “Pj and Sophie will be there,” he added hoping it would get Dan to change his mind.

“Phi-”

“Plus you promised the fan’s a video. And it won’t be much of a video without you,” he reminded him.

Dan rolled his eyes, “Fiiine I’ll go, we’ll do it.”

“Yes!” Phil grinned pumping his fist in the air in victory.

Turning to Phil, “What time do we have to meet them there again?”

Phil glanced down at his phone, ”Shit we probably should have left already.”

“Really Phil?” he exclaimed as he frantically tried shoving his shoes on his feet.

“Well if somebody hadn’t of waited to the last minute to decide they were going it wouldn’t have been a probl-.”

Dan turned around and glared at him.

Not wanting to fight, Phil held his hands up in the air in defeat.

The house planned to “ghost hunt” was a fairly known place. For years there had been rumors of the awful things that had happened there. One of the main stories was that there was a family living there in the 60’s and one night the father had murdered the entire family including the family dog. The other main story people liked to tell about this place was that back in the 1900’s the place used to be a small mental hospital where the doctors performed unspeakable experiments and acts of torture on the patients that had resulted in several deaths. Of course, no one knew if either of these stories were true or not but that hasn't stopped people from sneaking into the house over the years trying to see if the ghosts were real.

And since the house was out in the middle of nowhere they had to rent a car instead of taking a cab. Because when Phil had called to set this all up the cab company outright refused to take them since it was so far out of town.

They have never been known for their punctuality but this was ridiculous, Dan thought as they drove in silence. They had promised a video with PJ and Sophie to the fans and he hoped they hadn’t left or started without them.

Dan fidgeted in the passenger's seat of the rented car, too nervous to sit still. “Who’s idea was it to film a video in an abandoned haunted house again?”

Phil glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, ”Hey you ok?” Dan nodded his head. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.” Concern showed on his face. “The fans will understand.”

“No, I’m fine. Besides, they’ll never let us live this down if we don’t do it,” he chuckled, giving Phil a shaky smile. Phil reached over and placed one of his hands on Dan’s leg. Dan let out a little sigh of relief just feeling Phil’s hand made him feel safe and comforted.

They pulled up to the big iron gates that sat a few hundred feet from the house. When Phil had talked to the owner of the property they had told him that they would have to walk up to the house from there. He had explained if he left the gate open it tended to draw in people who just wanted to come in and squat in it or vandalize the house.

Seeing PJ’s car still there made Phil sigh in relief knowing they were still there he just hoped they hadn’t started without them. Phil took ahold of Dan’s hand and they started walking up the dark winding path that leads up the house. The path was small and overrun with bushes and shrubs making it almost impossible to see.

The house came into view as they rounded a tree Dan’s heart dropped in his chest. Why had he agreed to this? What idiots went to an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere on Halloween night of all nights. Plus it was a fucking full moon to boot.

Phil took out his iPhone and started to record himself.

“Hey, guys! So after a long drive, we are finally here! Who’s excited to see some spooky things?” He then turned the phone to record the exterior of the house. The house was huge, dingy, and the grey paint flaked on the outside, the window panes were smeared with age and dirt and its brickwork was crumbling away. And like the path leading to the house, the path going up to the door was also overgrown with bushes and brambles.

“So Dan are you ready to see some ghosts?” Phil joked as he panned the camera over to him. He couldn’t see his own face at the moment but if he had to guess he probably looked terrified. He tried as hard as he could to plaster on his video persona, “So yeah here we are. Uhh, so we're going to try and catch something spooky and fun for you guys.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “So yeah here we go, and I guess if this video never gets put up then that means we died,” he chuckled, being slightly serious about the dying part.

Phil turned the phone back to himself and said a few more things about the history and the supposed stories of the house before he hit the stop record button.

Seeing he wasn’t recording anymore Dan grabbed Phil’s hand “Phil I don’t know about this,” he said, expressing his uncertainty.

Phil chuckled,” Come on it isn’t so bad.” Dan looked back at the house. Yep, still as bad as it had been a minute ago.

“Oh look there’s PJ and Sophie.” He waved over to their friends who had just walked from around the house.

“We thought we heard talking.” Sophie smiled brightly at them.

“Yeah, we just got here,” Phil said as he pulled Dan’s shivering body closer to him.

“Hey, guys we weren't sure if you were coming or not.” Their friend’s jogged over to them.

“Sorry uh, we lost track of time,” Phil explained.

Dan squeezed Phil’s hand letting him know that he was grateful he hadn’t mentioned how he had been scared.

“We were just recording the back of the place anyway, we didn’t want to start without you guys,” PJ said pulling his camera out of his bag.

Turning it on he pointed it and him and Phil, “Look how it is guys! Dan and Phil have offered to come on this crazy adventure with us! So are you guys ready?” PJ grinned despite the camera not being able to see it.

Phil smiled, ”You ready?” he asked, turning to Dan.

Trying his best to sound neutral,” Umm yep. Let’s go find some ghostussy,” he nervously jokes.

Everyone chuckled at his joke, Phil made some joke to the camera in PJ’s hand about Dan needing to be stopped.

Pulling his iPhone back out, Phil started to record as they made their way up the front steps of the house. Up to the rotting door that separated them from what laid inside the house. They all took a deep breath before Phil using the hand not holding his phone to pushed the heavy door open. The door creaked as it slowly swung open. That would be a great shot for the video Dan thought. Phil was the first one to go inside dragging Dan along with him. PJ and Sophie stumbled in after them.

Phil and PJ panned their cameras around to catch everyone’s initial reaction to everything.

A cool shudder trickled down his spine. He glanced around nervously. Cold, hesitant light streamed in through a cracked window, casting eerie shadows on the walls. What was left of the abandon furniture was covered in sheets that had once been white but are now brown with years of dust and grime that had settled on them.

“This is so cool,” PJ whispered to his camera.

Phil nodded his head in agreement, ”Oh look at those portraits on the wall. The people almost look like their looking right through you!” he took his iPhone and zoomed in on a creepy looking painting of a man in a suit and top hat.

Dan shivered again, “What’s that smell?” he asked in a small voice. It smelt like a combination of rotting wood and cigarette smoke.

His question went unanswered as Phil, PJ, and Sophie started exploring the first few rooms of the house. Pulling out his own iPhone to get his own footage he walked into what he assumed was as the dining room. In the middle of the room, there was a huge wooden table with a layer of dust covering it. He heard a rattle and looked up as a broken chandelier swayed in the draft. Trying to keep his wits, he showed the audience the swaying chandelier, “Looks like the ghost and ghouls are already performing for you guys.” Chuckling, he turned his attention to a small chest in the corner of the room, but just as he was about to open it and film what was inside he heard a scream.

“Shit!” Phil screamed from the adjoining room.

Shoving his phone in his pocket he sprinted through the walkway between the rooms, “Phil what’s wrong are you alright?”

Phil was clutching his chest breathing heavily, “Yeah I just thought I saw something move in the corner over there.” He pointed his phone towards a corner of the room, “Turns out the house isn’t as abandoned as we thought, there’s a family of rats living here,” he breathed out chuckling nervously.

Just then PJ and Sophie came running in the room, “What’s wrong?”

They quickly explained what had happened, Phil now chuckling at how much he had freaked out. But they ultimately decided that it would probably be best if they stayed together just because if something else did happen they didn’t want to scare someone else who might be on the other side of the house.

Once again both PJ and Phil pulled out their devices, recording as they walked through to the kitchen. Which was located in the back of the house.

Phil was showing the camera something on the counter when Dan stopped dead in his tracks, ”Did you hear that?” he whispered.

“What?” they all looked at him questioning.

“I swear I heard footsteps above us,” he pointed towards the ceiling.

“Come on Dan you're not being funny,” Sophie hissed, “Stop messing around.”

“I’m not trying to be, I know what I heard,” he defended himself.

“I’m sure it was nothing,” Phil said, walking up and giving him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

Dan glared at them, ”I know I heard something!” he insisted

PJ turned his camera on himself, “Well guys Dan thinks he heard something upstairs I say we should go investigate don’t you think?” he said giving a cheeky grin to the audience.

“Yeah let’s go!” Sophie chimed in clearly excited.

Phil turned to him, “what do you think?”

He took a hold of Phil’s hand knowing it would have to be edited out later. “Let’s go,” he said, trying to sound brave.

Phil chuckled and turned the camera back on himself, “It’s settled lads we’re going upstairs to investigate!”

They explored the upstairs without hearing anything else. They had decided it would be alright if they split up as long as they stayed in pairs so he and Phil were currently in one of the bedrooms. While PJ and Sophie went to investigate another room on the floor.

The bedroom was just like the rest of the house: everything in it was coated in a layer of dust.

“Dan come over here!” he heard Phil say from across the room.

He walked over to see what Phil was looking at. He rolled his eyes at what Phil had written. His iconic signature with a smiley face as well as, ”Phan forever” right next to it.

“Defacing property now Lester. What would the fans think of innocent Phil now?” he giggled.

“Hey it’s not permanent so it doesn't count!”

Dan giggled again as he leaned in and gave Phil a soft kiss on the lips.

“Dannnn that’s just more editing,” Phil whined.

“And isn’t it just a coincidence you said you would do all the editing on this video Lester,” he grinned.

Phil huffed and accepted the second kiss Dan planted on his mouth.

A shiver curled through the hairs on the back of Dan’s neck.

“Hey, you alright?” Phil asked.

“I don’t know I just got a funny feeling all of a sudden.”

Phil looked at him concerned.

“Is it me or did it get really fucking cold in here?” he shivered violently.

Phil started shrugging his jacket off. “Here you can have my jack-.”

When a loud crash interrupted him. Both of them jumped and screamed.

“What the fuck was that?” Dan asked as his heart ran a marathon inside his chest.

In his shaken state, Phil managed to answer, “Looks like the wind blew the door shut.”

“Phil are you really trying to me that was the fucking wind?!”

“What else could it hav-”

Phil’s face went white as he hissed in pain.

“Jesus Christ what happened?” Dan questioned him.

“I don’t know, I had a sudden pain in my back like something had burned me!” he screamed.

Phil finished taken his jacket off and lift his shirt up trying to see his own back. Finally admitting defeat he turned his back to Dan, “Do you see anything?”

Dan felt all the remaining blood drain from his face.

“Well do you see anything?” Phil huffed.

“You have three scratches on your back,” he whispered.

“What was that,” he now turned around to face him.

“I said you have three long scratches going across your back,” he said a little bit louder.

“What? This isn’t the time to be pulling jokes, Dan,” Phil scolded him.

Offended that Phil would think he was kidding he put his hands on the scratches, “You think I would lie about that.” he asked pressing just enough into scratches that he could feel them.

Phil hissed, ”Jesus Christ!” he yelled.

“I told you,” Dan said flatly.

“I think we should probably find the others and leave,” Phil said after a moment.

Dan just nodded his head in agreement.

As they were exiting the bedroom there was a loud crash behind them. Spinning around to see the window that certainly wasn’t broken a minute ago was no broken with shards of glass all over the floor.

Without a second thought, they turned back around and stumbled out of the room, “PJ! SOPHIE!” Phil yelled. There was no answer as they ran down the hallway to the other bedroom. They throw open every door on the floor and still couldn’t find either of their friends.

“I’ll be right back I think we forgot that room at the end of the hall,” Phil said pointing to the room.

Dan didn’t want to stay there by himself but it felt like he was wearing concrete shoes his feet wouldn’t listen to his brain.

Once again Dan felt the temperature drop and out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark shadowy figure dart behind a door right next to him.

He screamed at the top of his lungs and fell to the floor sobbing. Phil came rushing back down the hallway,” Dan! Dan! Are you ok?”

He sobbed and shook his head. Phil enveloped him in a hug. “Shh, Shh it’s alright.” He tried soothing him by rubbing circles on his back.

Eventually, his sobs turned to whimpers, “Phil can we please go home now?” he pleaded.

“Of course, come on.” He helped Dan to his feet and wrapped his arm around his waist. With Phil’s help, they made their way down the creaky old staircase.

Once they made it safely back outside Dan buried his head in Phil’s chest. His salty tears now drying on Phil’s shirt.

“I’m so sorry Dan, it was my idea to do this,” he said guilt in his voice.

He snuggled himself closer to Phil, ”It’s alright Philly. Besides, I agreed that it would be an excellent video, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but you tried backing out at the last minute and I made you come.”

Dan cupped Phils face with his hand, “You didn’t make me do anything. Now come on let’s go.”

“Ok. Yeah, let’s see if PJ and Sophie went back to the cars.”

Dan shivered as they started making their way back down the winding path. “Here take this.” Phil said as he draped his jacket that he was carrying over Dan’s shoulders.”

“Thanks,” he said burying his nose into it and taking a whiff of comfort and Phil.

They could see before they reached the cars that both their friends had obviously abandoned them earlier as they were huddled together sitting on the hood of Phil's rental car.

“Where did you guys go? We looked all over for you,” Phil yelled angrily.

Shocked, PJ tried defending himself, “Sorry, Soph thought she saw something and got scared. We couldn’t find you guys so we figured you had come out to the car without telling us.”

“That’s no ex-”

He was cut off by Sophie, “I’m so sorry. It happened so fast and all I could think about was getting out of there,” she admitted. “Oh god Dan did something happen? You look shaken.” She wrapped her arms around him bringing him in for a hug. He stayed limp as she hugged him.

Phil grunted as he took hold of Dan’s arm, “Listen I’m sorry guys we can go over footage and stuff later. We’re both pretty shaken up and need to get home.”

They said goodbye to each other with the promise that sometime over the next few days they would get together and go over and footage that they had.

The ride home was as silent has it had been on the way there. Neither of them said anything until they were safely back in their apartment.

“Listen, Dan, I feel so bad,” Phil said rubbing the back of his neck.

He was a little more calmed down then he was before so he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Phil’s lips. Pulling back. “Phil I already told you it’s not your fault. That place was just creepy as hell,” he tried to smile. “I can’t explain anything that happened tonight, but I do know that none of it’s your fault.

Phil still didn’t look convinced but after a few minutes he spoke, “Do you want me to make some hot chocolate and maybe we could snuggle on the couch and watch a disney movie?” he asked hopefully.

He smiled, “Of course. Let’s go.”

A smile appeared on Phil’s face. He took Dan’s hand and lead the way up the kitchen to get their drinks.

“Remember you're still the one editing the footage,” Dan teased him.

Phil chuckled. Some weird things happened tonight but it would most certainly make for a great video.

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ghostussy · 1 year

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Could you link me some fluffy (or spicy, don’t matter) fics/hc/drabbles of the ghost members with sick reader? Or even specifically you know, surgery. I love the ghouls and papa platonic x kit reader or anything younger. It’s just so comforting, and everything hurts rn, not just my chest, but an ear infection for the 6th time this month.

Omg have a good day

Yeah! Unfortunately I don't have many sickfics saved, but these are some of my go-to fics. Sorry there's so many AKFJBDS

Fuck that's a lot of ear infections in a month. I'm so sorry, those are absolute fucking hell. I hope you start feeling better soon!!! <3 and HAPPY NO TIT SATURDAY!!!!!!! (for real though I hope you start feeling better!)

Aches (Mitchmatch24) is one of my personal favorites, reader gets a migraine and Aether draws it out. <3 (also please check out mitch's other fics too they're very soft!)

From the Pinnacle to the Pile (Mitchmatch24) isn't a sickfic necessarily, but it's about an overworked reader getting dragged into the ghoul pile.

Bedtime (lampisaflashlight) is really cute, Rain essentially kidnaps Dew and puts him to sleep LOL

Personal Heater (thatoddgent) is about Sodo soothing a reader with chronic pain.

Rest (milkywaybottles) is one of the first Popia x readers I ever read, I find a lot of comfort in it even now. <3 It uses the prompt, "Just go back to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." and is overall really sweet.

kazoo comfort (ghostchems) Terzo, retired, finds the reader on a break and serenades them. with a kazoo.

lil dew ficlet (iamthecomet) my personal favorite sickfic, not an x reader but I use it to fuel my daydreams

Aether is exhausted (iamthecomet) another (kinda?) sickfic, not an x reader but Aether is running around the ministry overworking himself caring for everyone else who is sick until the ghouls stop him.

Let Me (checkerboardhorns) Copia is sleepy and the reader helps him take off his paints.

Spring Walk (writingjourney) Reader is feeling anxious, so Cardi takes them out on a walk.

Overwhelmed (joyfulfxckery) Rain and Swiss x Overworked reader during exam season.

Blanketed in your Love (jossambird) Secondo comforts a reader sobbing in his chapel.

Ghosting (writingjourney) Reader accidentally ghosts Papa (any) because they are, well. Sick as hell.

Copia takes care of you after surgery (bretty-metalhead) A really sweet set of headcanons.

Cuddles with Papa (leezlelatch) Reader visits Copia's apartment where they cuddle while watching movies.

Sniffles and Snuggles (leezlelatch) Copia takes care of you when you are sick.

Rough Day (writingjourney) Reader is cared for by Copia after a long day.

There was only one bed fireplace (sweatandwoe) It's cold as fuck in the ministry, so you get yourself and Copia kidnapped by the ghouls.

Sleepy Nights (leezlelatch) sleepy nights with copia! believe it or not I actually requested this on anon not long before I started writing and interacting with people on this site. This is the fic that inspired me to start writing, so it has a very special place in my heart <3

Sick (katyouz-deactivated) A sick reader is comforted by Copia.

/ / /the next three fics involve littlespace, if you're not comfortable with that feel free to skip! I'm don't really read littlespace but these are really soft! / / /

Stressed Copia (omoghouls) A stressed Copia fighting being little so he can finish his work.

Copia being comforted by the Ghouls (omoghouls) Copia is overworking himself.

Tiny Aether with a Caretaker Copia (omoghouls) Aether is feeling small and Copia takes care of him.

/ / /

KISS!!! (soulnottainted) Copia cuddles an OC named kelsey.

Papa Reads (honeyynymphh) Papa reads exerpts from an old text while you lie on his lap.

When you wake up (copiousloverofcopia) Reader falls asleep while waiting on Terzo to come to bed.

Insomniac (of-dragonss) Reader, an insomniac, cuddles with Copia late at night.

A Cozy Night with Copia (seestor-of-mordor) Cuddles with copia as he (attempts) to read.

Ao3 Fic recs:

You Need Not Suffer Alone (CopiaInRed) Copia comforts a depressed reader. Also be sure to check out his other fics as well cuz damn are they good! <3

3 am (themratts) Copia wakes up in the middle of the night and is comforted by his wife, Alena (OC).

Father Figure Secondo (terzosleftkidney) Reader falls asleep in the car and is carried in by Secondo.

Three's Company (emertiusslut) Cuddle party between Copia and a few of his ghouls.

Pitter Patter (Pool_rain) Swiss has been having a rough time on tour, and Copia comforts him.

Lackluster (ratpocket) I fucking love this fic. It's only 3 chapters long unfortunately but it's one of the first ghost fics I ever read and I love it so much. Copia gets bitten by vampire Terzo, and discovers that he has not been taking care of himself the way that he should.

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ghostussy · 1 year

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ngl sometimes I think that when the ghouls get bored they just like. kidnap a sibling and force them into the Ghoul pile. And then when someone tries to retrieve them the ghouls get all possessive bc that’s their sibling damn it, they stole them first👹

you know they do 🤣 and they definitely seem to know when a sibling is not doing very well. Be it they're sick, depressed, autoimmune flareups, whatever. They're being kidnapped, and it's naptime.

Sister sometimes will try to retrieve the siblings as well and make them return to work, but is largely unsuccessful. One time she even woke up in the ghoul pile all confused. She just let them be after that.

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ghostussy · 1 year

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#you already know where this is going #PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME #he literally 👁👅👁#asks #ghostussy asks #ask me anything :)

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ghostussy · 1 year

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Me seeing pictures of ur cat Ares

I love cats sm you have no idea

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If you go over to my personal @ghostzussy I have a whole hashtag for him with stories!!! <3

This is not all my photos of him either LMAO just the more recent ones 😭😭😭 I love him so much, he's my whole pride and joy <333

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Hello, got a small comfort drabble request from a friend of mine who is too nervous to send a request and doesn't know how to use the anon request button.

It kinda goes that teen-reader gets the sniffles and them being stubborn about it (like "oh no, I'm fine. It's nothing.) And each papa is not taking that as an answer then takes care of them. like one making sure they get their medication into them and one holding them bed-hostage to make sure they get rest and the other two being dads. Just, Pure tooth rotting fluff ensues.

Hope it isn't too much trouble, thanks.

-🌘(crescent anon)

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND IF YOU WERE SICK WHEN YOU SENT THIS ASK I'M SO SORRY BAHAHAHAHA

Sick Days (All Papas x Sick Teen Reader)

"O-oh! Sorry!"

You hadn't meant to bump into him, but now Copia's mismatched eyes stared straight into your core. "Satanas, are you alright? You look unwell."

"Oh. Yes, Papa, I'm alright, thank you. I just have a little cold is all."

That was an understatement.

You were sick as Hell.

You'd felt it come on last night; it had started simply as a deep fatigue, which you'd heeded as you went to bed. Then this morning you had woken up to discover that the fatigue had not only gotten worse, but was now accompanied by a head-splitting migraine, a sore throat, and shivers.

Still, you'd gotten up to get ready for work like always. Still new to the Ministry, you strove to prove yourself; being a clumsy teenager, you found it difficult to get people to listen to or trust you, but things were getting better. Still, you couldn't afford to call in sick, or risk ridicule.

You noticed a frown form on Copia's lips. "Child, if you aren't feeling well, perhaps you should take the remainder of the day off? It may help to rest."

"No, no, I'm okay... really, I'm fine." You managed a pained smile that did little to reassure him.

He sighs and steps closer, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, right?" When you nod, he continues, leaning close. "I know you are new here, and young. But that does not mean that you must power through illness simply because you wish to prove yourself worthy. Do you understand?"

You nod.

He pats your shoulder before turning away. "Good. Go get some rest, child."

. . .

A few hours pass, and you still have not stopped working. Though you appreciated Copia's advice, you needed to finish these chores. After all, your assignments came from Sister Imperator herself, and you hated to disappoint.

Unfortunately, that meant that you also had to avoid Copia as much as possible.

If you heard him coming down the hall, you ducked into a side room. If you saw him in the library, you hid behind a shelf. You didn't need him to worry about you; after all, you were nearly an adult!

However, it was much to your disappointment when you finally ran into him in the kitchen. You'd gone to get yourself a glass of water, unable to hide the way your hands trembled as you retrieved the glass from the shelf.

When he noticed your presence, he didn't speak. Instead, he simply stared at you, arms crossed and a motherly look that said, what is your ass doing out of bed?

"Y/n, I thought you were resting?"

"Oh! I was," you spoke with uncertainty. "I just needed a glass of water, is all."

"And you felt the need to get dressed in your work uniform to do so?"

You froze, trying to come up with a lie. "Well, yeah. I hate looking unpresentable."

He looked unimpressed. "Sister told me you have still been working. Bambino testardo (Stubborn child), look at you! Your hands are shaking, tesoro. You need to stop."

"I'm fine, Papa! I think I'm old enough to figure out if I'm sick enough to work or not."

"Oh, truly? Because it looks to me like you're about to pass out on the counter."

"Now you're just being dramatic," you tell him, returning to your task at hand. Just as you turn your back, a wave of fatigue and dizziness washes over you, forcing you to stop and place a hand on the counter in a weak attempt to steady yourself. "Oh."

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly before moving close by your side; then he places his hand on the small of your back to steady you. "Okay, hai finite (you're done.) We are making a quick stop to your bedroom for pajamas, then you are staying with me for the rest of the day. Resting."

"No, I can't- I have stuff to do."

He is having none of it. "Non più (not anymore). Sister has already given your remaining chores to the other siblings. You, dear child, are going to sleep the rest of this off."

"But I-"

"Enough," he snaps, and you flinch. His gaze softens as he looks down at you. Your skin was pale, cheeks flushed with fever, eyelids drooping with fatigue. "Kiddo, you look absolutely exhausted. I'm sorry for being so harsh. But you must rest. That is an order."

You sigh, rubbing your eyes with closed fists. He's right; you're tired, too tired. You can't find the energy to argue anymore, so you turn to follow him. "Fine. Lead the way."

He smiles, moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders as he leads you out of the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the two of you are standing at your bedroom door. You let him in, and you quickly grab the first pair of pajamas you see from the drawer. While you change in the connecting bathroom, he takes the time to admire your decor.

"You have many stuffed animals," he chuckles when you exit the bathroom.

"Oh. Yeah."

"And a nightlight?"

You look away. "I don't like the dark much."

"Ah, that's quite alright; I'm not one for darkness either. I keep candles lit much of the time. Now come on, let's get you to bed. Would you like to grab a stuffie to keep you company?"

You eyed the pile of stuffed animals for a few seconds before responding. "No, I think I'm okay." Copia raises an eyebrow, and you take a few steps toward the door.

Copia grabs a decently-sized stuffed dinosaur from your bed before joining you by the door. "Just in case." He gestures the dino towards you. "Want to carry it?"

You sheepishly smile and bring the animal into your arms, squeezing it tightly for a moment before cradling it. "Thanks."

"Of course."

"You don't think I'm too old for this stuff?"

"They bring you comfort, do they not?"

You nod.

"Then you are never too old for such things."

. . .

Another moment later and you are standing in front of Copia's bedroom door. He holds the door open for you, allowing you to enter first. It's cozy; candles softly light up the room, and you notice a pink lava lamp by the door. On his bedside table, you can also make out a few medications, and bottles of water.

You notice that his room is cold. You assume this is because of the open window, which shows a dark and cloudy sky.

You're surprised to see Terzo and Secondo in the room, both dressed in comfy clothes. Terzo was lying on the bed while Secondo fiddled with Copia's small TV, seemingly trying to connect a DVD player. "Oh, hello."

Copia chuckles as he closes the door behind you. "What, did you think I'd be wrangling you on my own? No, my fratellos here have offered to assist me in aiding in your comfort, and making sure that you do not sneak off."

"Ciao, tesorino," greets Terzo. "How are you feeling? My brother tells us that you are unwell."

"I'm...okay," you tell him, uncertain.

Secondo finishes messing with the TV, finally turning around to look at you. "Okay? You look a little tired."

You throw your hands up in defeat, dinosaur still in hand. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm fine! It's a cold!"

"A cold that worried our fratello enough to give us babysitting duty," mumbles Terzo, his arms crossed.

"Well- I am concerned! Look at them! Senza offesa (no offense)," he says that last part to you, looking apologetic briefly before moving to his bedside table to check over his supplies. "Now! I need to make sure we have everything. Primo is coming with tea, I got the nyquil and water, Secondo is setting up a movie; Terzo, did you get the snacks?"

"Si, they're on your dresser."

"Perfetto! Now, y/n- Oh!" Copia yelps in surprise as a loud crack of thunder is heard through his open window. "I suppose it is going to rain..."

"Y/n, would you like to join me?" Terzo pats the space next to him. "My brother is correct, you appear to be a little sleepy."

"Oh, I'm alright with standing for now. Thank you though."

Secondo appeared behind you, placing his hand on your upper back and nudging you forward. "Go lay down." It didn't sound like a request.

"I'm okay, I-" you're interrupted as he quickly swoops you up in his arms, and you drop the dinosaur on the floor in surprise. "Hey!"

He's gentle as he lowers you onto the bed. The dizziness from earlier returns, and you practically melt into the cushions as your head lulls onto Terzo's shoulder.

"S-sorry," you mutter, moving your head onto a pillow instead.

"Non si preoccupi, cara. (don't worry about it, dear.) It's alright, you can snuggle up to me." He winks at you.

Instead you look at the floor with a small frown. "Rupert," you whine.

Secondo lets out a laugh. "You named your dinosaur Rupert!?" When he sees the solemn look on your face, as well as Copia glaring daggers at him, he's quick to backtrack. "I mean, that's a perfect name for him. Very fitting." He retrieves the dinosaur and hands it to you.

You thank him and sit up in the bed. "So, what movie are we watching?"

Terzo is quick to pull you back down, this time helping you underneath the covers. Instinctively, you pull yourself closer to him in an attempt to absorb some of his warmth. "Your favorite."

Before you can answer, Primo strides into the room holding what appears to be an electric kettle. "Sorry I'm late," he announces, "The tea took a little longer than expected. Hello, dear." He greets, taking a mug and filling it with tea. He passes it to you, and you drop Rupert to the side before taking the mug in your hands.

The mug is warm in your cold hands. It smells sweet; you sense a hint of lavender and honey. You take a careful sip, and it tastes just as good as it smells. "Thank you, Papa."

"You're very welcome. That should help sooth your throat, and help you sleep."

"O-oh, I don't really need to sleep. I'll be okay in a bit."

Primo exchanges a knowing glance with Copia. "Now I understand what you mean."

"Stubborn, I know!"

You roll your eyes as you continue taking small sips of the tea, savoring the smooth taste.

"Okay, I've got everything plugged in- Where's the DVD?" Secondo looks to Copia.

"Ah, yes- here it is." Copia passes the DVD case to his brother, and you recognize it as a childhood favorite of yours. "Now, y/n, I've got some cold medicine you can take, here- it'll make you feel better."

He hands you a couple of pills, and you begin to protest. "But won't this make me tired? I really don't need-"

"Yes, you do," he insists, "trust me. It will make you feel so much better when you wake up."

"Trust him on this, y/n. Please." Primo looks at you with concern in his eyes.

You sigh. "Fine."

Secondo finishes setting up the movie, and it begins playing at a low volume. "Okay, everyone on the bed."

You chuckle as the three remaining grown-men pile onto Copia's bed. Even though it was a king size, the five of you had to cuddle close to fit on the bed. You managed to make yourself comfortable in between Terzo and Secondo.

As the beginning scenes of the movies start, another crack of thunder can be heard. Shortly thereafter, the power goes out; then the rain starts, quickly turning into a downpour. It's a calming setting, given that Copia's bedroom was primarily lit by candles anyway.

"Ah, merda," grumbles Secondo, "all that time setting up the DVD player for nothing."

"We could play games instead?" you suggest.

"Maybe something less interactive," Copia says gently. "I could read a book?"

"You'll put us all to sleep from boredom, fratello." Terzo tells him.

"Is that not the goal?" Primo asks.

You sit there, sipping on your tea as you listen to the brothers argue. After what feels like forever, the conversation switches from passing the time to simple chatter. They're discussing anything from childhood memories, to current events, to what they had for breakfast. After a while, you stop adding to the conversation, simply enjoying their presence and hearing their gruff, low voices mix in with the sounds of the rain outside. It's almost like a lullaby.

You readjust yourself to sit more comfortably in-between the two men. After a while, your head is falling to meet Secondo's shoulder, and he finally notices the sleepy trance you've entered. Your eyelids have closed, and the mug of tea in your hands is dangerously close to spilling over.

"Ah, diavolo," he grumbles, "mettiamo a dormire il bambino. (Ah, hell. We've put the kid to sleep.)"

"Che cosa? Fammi vedere (what? let me see); si, it seems we have," Copia sits up to look at you, and Primo follows.

You notice the sudden silence in the room and pry open your eyes, though half-lidded. "Hmm...?"

"Mi dispiace per quello (sorry about that) kiddo, I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep," Secondo whispers, taking the tea from your hands. You whine, weakly reaching your arms out for nothing in particular. Terzo finds Rupert, and places him gently in your arms. You hold him comfortably, moving to nuzzle your face in the dinosaur's belly. When you do so, your head slips from Secondo's shoulder, and you awaken more fully. With a frown, you open your eyes completely and move to sit up, though tiredly.

"Sorry," you manage, voice low and slurring, "didn't mean to sleep."

"That's quite alright," Terzo coos, sitting up with you. He gingerly places a hand on your back and another to your sternum to lower you back down into Secondo's hold. He holds his arms out, pulling you to rest on your side with your head on his chest. Rupert is still in your arms, and you pull him up to cover your face. Dazed and drowsy from the medicine and the tea, you open your eyes to look at the rain falling outside the window. Terzo shifts behind you, curling up close so that you have no room to sit back up. It makes you feel safe.

Secondo adjusts the warm duvet up over your shoulders, and your head falls ever-so-slightly. You readjust yourself to nuzzle your face into his chest, and he melts.

"Who knew teenagers could be so cuddly," he mumbles. You're barely awake, still watching the rain. He kisses the top of your head, then starts softly rubbing you back. A soft exhale escapes your lips, then your eyelids flutter; once, twice, then darkness.

. . .

"Primo, look." Copia nudges his brother, motioning for him to look towards Secondo.

"What? Oh."

On the other side of the bed lies yourself, curled up in Secondo's arms; your mouth pressed into the muzzle of your dinosaur stuffie as you lie on his chest. Secondo lies with his head leaned back against the pillows, mouth agape as deep snores escaped him. Terzo lies directly behind you, arms thrown around your abdomen, face snuggled deep into your upper back. His hair was a mess from the movement.

All three of you deeply asleep.

"Quick, where's your camera phone?" Primo smacked Copia's arm lightly. "We have to keep a record of this. They'll never believe us."

Rumor has it, both Secondo and Terzo keep framed copies of that photo somewhere in their office.

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