#papa emeritus x ftm reader

[dantesunbreaker]

Papa with Transmasc Reader(Headcanons)

Primo

Look, he has been around a while and has been with his fair share of partners. Nothing comes as a surprise to him at this point

Immediately is accepting of your gender identity and does whatever he can to support your transition

If it’s something you are interested in, Primo will help you establish an exercise plan and a diet that helps masculinize your features

If not, Primo still will tell you how handsome and strong you look

On the chance you want surgery, Primo is supportive. Will pay for it and of course give the best post surgery care you have ever experienced

Has tea for you that helps relieve any pain or discomfort

Helps change bandages for you, and once they come off he will have the best ointments and lotions to minimize scarring 

At the end of the day, Primo accepts your body and loves every inch of it as long as you are also happy

Secondo

Takes you in to get custom tailored suits

Very very protective. Gives a death glare to anyone that even thinks about making transphobic comments

Whatever medical procedures or treatments you want to aid your transition, Secondo insists that he pays. He doesn’t want prices to be something that holds you back from being comfortable in your own body

If you take hormones, Secondo has a reminder set in his calendar marking when you are supposed to take your shot or apply gel so he may remind you if it slips your mind

Same goes for if you bind. Has alarms and timers set that let him know when you have to take it off

Might leans a bit towards being rough when he insists you take it off even when you don’t want to, but he does what he can to alleviate as much of your discomfort as you can

Will have you lay down with a heavy pillow over your chest to mimic the pressure of your binder

Every morning Secondo will tell you that you are his handsome man

Terzo

If you’ve had top surgery, Terzo 100% could spend hours just tracing his fingers lightly over your scars

Also, if you are into it, will totally use the gold tipped gloves while doing so(I’m very much into it)

Will use any excuse to get you shirtless, whether it be with privacy or out in public. Terzo simply loves your chest

But, if you are uncomfortable he totally will be shirtless right beside you. Anyone gives you a weird look or makes a weird comment, Terzo is there in an instant stating they are simply just jealous of your masculinity 

No matter your shape or size, Terzo thinks you look divine and will remind you anytime

Spends hours helping you pick out clothing that makes you feel comfortable and accentuates your masculine features

If you wear a binder, you better believe Terzo will put one on whether it be to make you laugh or to make you feel supported 

Copia

This man... well he just gets it, completely understands the feeling of being unhappy with the body you are born in

But Copia always does his best to make sure you know how handsome you look, that you are just as much of a man as any other 

As long as it’s something you also want, Copia will recommend surgery after having his own plastic surgery 

Will even help make the calls and appointments if you have anxiety about it, and will attend each and every appointment with you

Loves to help administer your hormones, because he loves to feel that he is doing his all to support your transition

Similar to Secondo, he also keeps alarms on his phone so he knows when you need to take your hormones or remove your binder

Much more gentle when insisting you remove the binder, and as long as it isn’t frequent and if you are truly having a hard time, Copia will give you a bit of extra time before becoming even more firm with his insistence

Most mornings, Copia likes to start off by standing with you both looking into the mirror while he points out your most masculine features and giving them praise

Totally very proud whenever he gets to call you his boyfriend

[copialovesyou]

Papa is here (Papa Emeritus 4 x ftm!reader)

The night was cold, the Winter was near. You stood outside the Ministry, as you're unable to fall asleep, due to the Dysphoria keeping you awake. You heard the door open behind you, but didnt look.

"Sister. I see you're still up!", a voice greeted you. Papa Emeritus, aka Copia. He didnt notice how you flinched at the title.

"Yes, Papa. I couldnt seem to fall asleep, so I thought some fresh air will surely help." A gentle smile formed his face as he looked at you softly, worrying. He seemed very hesitant to say something. "Say, Sister. Is anything wrong? You seem so sad in the last Time. I am very worried about you." "Please dont call me that Papa. I am no Sister...", you're told him, as you could feel your tears coming up. Copia softly took your hands in his, as he softly looked at you. "I am Trans, Papa. I am a Boy, not a girl", you said, as tears streamed down your face.

Copia wrapped you in a tight hug, caressing your back softly. "Its okay Tesoro, Papa is here for you." As he caressed your face, he pressed a softly pressed a Kiss on your Forehead. "If you want to, then be a Man Fratello. No one will stop you. I will support you in every way I can."

"Thank you Papa." "Oh, dont thank me okay? Be yourself, then nobody can ever stop you. Have you decided on a new name?", he looked at you lovingly. "Yeah, it is (Y/N)." "A handsome name, for a handsome Man", he smiled at you. "Come on, lets go inside, it is quite cold." He grabs your Hand and walked back inside the Ministry with you.

"Papa?" "Yes fratello?" "Could I.. maybe sleep in your room tonight." He looked at you, a soft smile on his Face. "Of course you can."

As you both arrived at his room, he gave you some of his clothes to sleep him. Soon, you laid in bed with him at your side. "Thank you for accepting me Papa." "Of course, we all need to love and support us Darling, as we are all Family. Now sleep Fratello, we have a big day tomorrow", he said, as he wrapped his arms around, pulling you to his chest.

"Rest well Tesoro. I love you. Papa is here for you, always."

Hope you enjoyed my first story!!! I am sorry that its so short, and dont mind any mistakes, English isnt my first language :)

[copiousloverofcopia]

For the three sentences fics, Primo and a FtM brother, 1930s au

Thank you love 🦋

You believed him when told you no one had ever looked in a tailored suit. Trailing his fingertip across the breadth of your lapel and adjusting your fedora. "This is how it was always meant to be mio bel fiore."

Notes:

mio bel fiore- my handsome flower.

[emeritus-fuckers]

emeritus-fuckers masterlist (ghouls)

Multicharacter:

Ghouls comforting their depressed s/o

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus

Ghouls pining after a Sibling of Sin

Ghouls Pampering You

The Ghoulettes NSFW headcanons

Copia's ghouls babysitting his baby

The Ghoulettes comforting a polyamorous person

A kink for every Ghoul (CW: CNC for Chain.)

Ghoulettes with a nonbinary lesbian goth s/o

Character exclusive content:

Alpha

Alpha Headcanons (SFW)

In the Before Times ⸸ Alpha x Omega NSFW

“Living Heated Blanket” - Alpha Ghoul x GN! Reader

Omega

Yandere Terzo and Omega throuple headcanons

Yandere Omega headcanons

Omega and Aether with a pregnant Ghoulette darling

Being in a poly relationship with Terzo and Omega

Feel Better Omega Ghoul

Day 16 of Kinktober: Size kink - Omega Ghoul

Call me your master ⸸ TerzOmega smut series (1/7)

In the Before Times ⸸ Alpha x Omega NSFW

TerzOmega as dads

TerzOmega's daughter and her first pet

Swiss

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons

Swiss with a pregnant Ghoulette s/o

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

“The red means I love you” ⸸ Yandere!Swiss Army Ghoul x gn!Reader cw cannibalism. blood. descriptions of slight gore. imprisonment. brief descriptions of violence.

Sodo

Sodo relationship and NSFW headcanons

Sodo fluff headcanons

Sodo with a pregnant Ghoulete s/o (headcanons)

Sodo with a mentally drained s/o (headcanons)

Sodo with a FTM trans s/o NSFW headcanons

Sodo with a shy darling pining for him (headcanons)

Poly!Mountain, Cumulus and Sodo comfort headcanons

Little "kisses" with Sodo

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

Sodo finding out his s/o writes songs

Yandere Sodo headcanons

Rain

Yandere Aether, Rain and Mountain headcanons

Mountain and Rain with a FTM trans s/o NSFW headcanons

NSFW Rain Headcanons (+ Aftercare!)

River

“Wet as a Water Ghoul” - River x AMAB!Reader (NSFW)

Aether

Yandere Aether, Rain and Mountain headcanons

Fluffy Aether headcanons

Aether and Phantom headcanon

Omega and Aether with a pregnant Ghoulette darling

Mountain and Aether comforting their s/o after a loss of a friend and a pet

Aether being your piercing buddy

Mountain

Yandere Aether, Rain and Mountain headcanons

Mountain and Rain with a FTM trans s/o NSFW headcanons

Platonic yandere Mountain with an angel s/o

Mountain with an innocent s/o NSFW headcanons

Mountain with a pregnant Ghoulette s/o

Poly!Mountain, Cumulus and Sodo comfort headcanons

Mountain NSFW headcanons

Day 46 of Kinktober: Corruption II - Mountain Ghoul

Mountain comfort

Overprotective Mountain fluff

Mountain and Aether comforting their s/o after a loss of a friend and a pet

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

Hiking with Mountain

Pebble

Dating Pebble

Delta

“The Dark Lord’s Intent” Delta x GN! Reader

“Good Morning” - Delta x GN! Reader NSFW

Phantom

Little kisses with Phantom (headcanons)

Aether and Phantom headcanon

Phantom fluff headcanons

Phil (Special Ghoul)

Special Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Cirrus

The Ghoulettes (Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine) with their s/o

Cumulus

Cumulus relationship and NSFW headcanons

Cumulus NSFW headcanons

The Ghoulettes (Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine) with their s/o

Poly!Mountain, Cumulus and Sodo comfort headcanons

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

Yandere Cumulus headcanons CW: poisoning, manipulation, gaslighting. factitious disorder implied.

Cumulus with a darling who gets exhausted easily

Cumulus with an insomniac s/o

Sunshine

The Ghoulettes (Cirrus, Cumulus, Sunshine) with their s/o

Aurora

Nothing yet.

Zephyr

Zephyr breeding headcanons

Ifrit

Ifrit with a pregnant s/o

Day 7 of Kinktober: Marking - Ifrit Ghoul

Papa Nihil's Ghouls

Papa Nihil's Ghouls introduction headcanons

[dantesunbreaker]

Message Sent

Papa Emeritus IV X Transmale Reader

Copia must leave for a few days after you both finally confess your feelings for each other. But Copia is a bit of an idiot when it comes to these sorts of things and finds a way to mess things up the moment he returns.

Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort TW: mentions of depression. 3.5K words

GIF by ask-papa-iv

“It will only be for a few days, tesoro,” Copia tries to make light of the situation, arms circling tight around you. “Then I will once more be home...and I can perhaps take you to that new place down by the waterfront?”

You’ve been the assistant to Papa Emeritus IV since you joined the ministry, since back to his days as a Cardinal. All those years harboring a silent crush for the older man. Unaware of the returned feelings Copia also shared. But of course, the day you both finally admit to the feelings is the night before he leaves for a special one off show.

“I know, I know,” you sigh, sagging back into Copia’s embrace. “Should have thought about it, I knew you had this show coming up.” There is a lighter tone to your voice as you chuckle to yourself. Of course you knew he would be leaving, you made his schedule. Still, the timing felt right to express your feelings. “Neither one of us has been very good at timing this kind of stuff.”

Nodding in agreement, Copia nuzzles against your neck, wanting to commit your scent to memory before he leaves. Your night ends with a lingering yet shy, soft kiss on the lips before you both depart to your own separate chambers. Come morning, Copia and his ghouls are gone, leaving you to keep yourself busy with your shared workload in his absence. 

Throughout the day you share texts as you usually would, recounting the random mundane details of each other's day. But when it becomes late in the night, just before you know Copia is getting ready to get on stage, you send a text with a bit more passion. I miss you already, C... I can’t wait to be back in your arms. Maybe even your bed? You set your phone down beside the bed, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of wanting to check for a response every fifteen seconds. But it never comes.

When the sun comes up the next morning you awake to zero notifications. Confused, you open up your texts and stare at your last text to Copia. Did you say something wrong? Were you going too fast? Maybe you made him too flustered. Maybe you caused too much of a distraction before the show. You bite back the anxiety and you push those thoughts to the back of your mind for the rest of the day. 

But the next couple of days pass with complete silence from Copia’s end. You tell yourself that he is a busy man, that he just forgot or didn’t have time to get back to you due to how much he has on his plate. And you convince yourself of this up until the morning after his late night return. 

As you approach Copia’s office, as you do every morning, with two steaming cups of coffee in hand and file folder tucked under your arm, you swear you hear sounds coming from just beyond the door. Did Copia have a meeting you were unaware of? Without losing grip on either coffee, you manage to pull the heavy double doors of the office open and step into the room...only to pause midstep the moment you are through the threshold. 

Breath catching in your throat, you nearly drop both coffees and the folder. Papa sits behind his desk, a Sister of Sin all but leaning into his lap as their lips are locked in what appears to be a heated kiss. It hits like a knife to the heart, leaving you to gasp at the sudden pain. One of them must hear your gasp, for a moment later they are pulling from each other. The sister turns with a sheepish look on her face, cheeks flushed red as she lets out a barely audible apology before skittering out of the room. 

“Ah, good morning fratello,” Copia greets a bit breathless, seeming ready to act as if you did not just walk in on him with another sibling. “Do you have some papers for me?”

Numb, all you can do is nod as you take the few steps necessary to place the coffees to the side of his desk, tossing the folder in front of him. When Copia doesn’t even look up, you can feel pieces of your heart shatter. Was it all just a dream? Some cruel joke? You stand there unmoving, unsure what to think of things.

“Do you plan to stand there all day, or are you going to get some work done today?” There is a teasing hint to Copia’s voice as he finally looks up at you. And it’s enough to make your stomach churn. 

Tears sting your eyes, but you fight them back. Of course, this is just some sick little game to him isn’t it? The shatter is complete, your heart crumbling to pieces across the hardwood floor of his office.

“Excuse me, I have to go,” your voice is tight as you turn back towards the door, needing to escape before the waterworks come.

“Wait!”

You don’t know why you pause, holding onto some feeble sense of hope. But you hear Copia rise from his chair and cross around to the opposite side of his desk just behind you. Unable to face him without the tears falling, you keep your back to him.

“Are you sick? You just got here,” the sudden concern to Copia’s voice makes you feel ill. Could he really not see?

“No, Papa, I am not sick,” you feel small, counting the lines on the floor as your vision begins to blur as the tears begin as a small dribble. “I just... I can’t stay right now.”

The quick laugh behind you causes you to flinch.

“Caro, are you jealous?”

Suddenly, the dam breaks. And forth flows not only pain and anguish, but the undeniable anger you feel at both Copia and yourself. How dare he?

"Yes, I am jealous!" Your voice breaks with each word, the tears you tried so hard to hold back running forth quick as a river current. "Is that what you wanted to hear? Does that make you happy? Yes Papa, you really had me going there.” The tone of your voice is near hysteric as your body begins to tremble. “For a moment, a soft fleeting moment, I actually believed that there was something special between us. That someone like me could actually matter to someone like you.” 

Barely able to see through the tears in your eyes, you take a blind step forward towards your escape.

“I can see now that I’ve been a fool.”

“Fratell- ” a hand closes around your wrist in a bruising grip. Just inches shy of the door.

“Don’t touch me!” The words are spit out like venom as you give a firm tug of your arm. It burns. The painful drag of skin on skin.

The hold on your wrist gently loosens, allowing you to pull your arm free without ever having to take a look back at the man who still held the pieces of your broken heart. Footsteps follow you as you sprint down the halls. Copia calls your name over and over, but you run until the sound is barely but a soft whisper in your ear.

When your back finally hits the inside of the door to your bedroom, the tears stop but the heartbreaking pain begins. It feels as though you are suddenly full of cement as you take the heavy steps necessary to reach your bed. Each small movement takes every ounce of energy in your body until you reach a distance at which you can simply let yourself fall forward. Sinking into the inviting warmth of the pile of blankets and plushies that is your bed for once does little to ease your woes away. 

Burying your face into the nearest pillow, you scream until your voice is hoarse and there is a deep burning ache in your throat. It is as though a deep hole now lies where your heart should be. A cold black pit that spreads out like a spider’s web throughout your chest. Have you truly been so blind this entire time? 

How could you go on living? How could you go on as if nothing ever happened? As if the head of the church hadn’t snuffed out what glimmer of joy was left in your heart. Tears once more sting your eyes at the thought of having to face your Siblings of Sin. The questions they will have. And... of course how will you be able to attend Black Mass without falling apart? Simple. You wouldn’t.

For a week you are unable to bring yourself to leave your room, wallowing in your bed and seeking the comfort of solitude. Not that you remain entirely alone. Some of the ghouls find themselves in your quarters at odd hours of the day, offering what solace they can. Cirrus and Cumulus come most evenings to ensure you have eaten at least once each day and to wrap you in the comfort of their cuddles. On a few occasions Mountain joins the pile, bringing offerings of his own special blend of tea in hopes to ease your sorrow. There is never any mention of Papa. Rumors spread fast around the Abbey. Your feelings for Papa are certainly not a well kept secret. Whispers of His Unholiness having been seen with a Sister of Sin however have circulated throughout the congregation. It would be more a surprise to the other siblings if you had not taken reprieve in your own chambers. 

But the ghouls do their best to distract you from the hurt. They also do their part in keeping prying eyes and questions away. Each ghoul, even Dewdrop, has some excuse for your whereabouts ready at the tip of their tongue if ever Papa approaches with questions of your absence. Anything to keep him away. Though you suspect you are far from his concerns of late. Probably too busy wrapped up in a certain new sister.

But as each day goes on, you find it easier and easier to ignore the darkness at the center of your heart. Sure, it is still there. You aren’t sure if it ever truly will fade away. With time though, the pain fades to a dull ache that doesn't always hammer to the front of your attention. You start with small simple tasks just around your room, testing your limits, before you decide to take that first step out of your room. When the world doesn’t immediately come crashing down, you take that as your sign to work back up to resuming some of your sibling duties. You are sure Sister Imperator has not been pleased at your absence, or more importantly your lack of contribution.

While you still refuse to go back to your duties as Copia’s assistant just yet, you do find other ways to remain helpful. Enough that Sister won’t come chasing you down for a lecture about doing your part for the ministry. You start by helping in the kitchen, knowing the staff there were always eager for a helping hand when there were so many mouths to feed. And well, you know it is a place a certain Papa did not frequent often. It was a miracle the man remembered to eat most days with how consumed he would become in his work. It’s why you are always punctual with delivering a warm meal to his office each day... Or at least, you were. You aren’t sure if things will ever return to that state of normal.

It’s nearly three weeks after the incident before things finally come to an unfortunate head, when you finally have to face reality. You’re walking down the hall, eyes adrift  unfocused as your mind floats away. But out of the corner of your eye you catch a flash of familiar black and white. By the time it registers in your brain, it’s too late. Still.. you consider making a break for it.

“Fratello, wait!” 

A heavy sigh passes through your lips, eyes closing tight as you focus on keeping yourself calm. You can do this. It’s time to face your problems head on.

“What do you want, Papa?” You spin on your heels so fast it makes your head spin, Copia’s official title emphasized with clear disdain.

“Please, caro, just hear me out,” Copia sounds so broken as he keeps a hand outstretched towards you. Sorrow clouding dual colored eyes. He is giving you the choice and space to refuse him, unlike your last encounter.

There is a slight tremble to your bottom lip, too afraid that your words were going to fail you. With eyes trained on the scuffs along Copia’s shoes, you silently place your hand into his. You aren’t sure you are actually ready to face whatever is to come, but you are tired of the unresolved turmoil looming over you. This is a necessary step. Sensing your apprehension, Copia lets out one of his signature soft cooing sounds that he knows you have always loved. He hopes that perhaps you still do. Another gloved hand joins the other, both of Copia’s hands now clasped around your one as he takes a tentative step forward in hopes that you will follow suit.

Without a sound, you allow Copia to slowly lead you down the corridor into his office. Once the door shuts behind you, he releases your hand and steps away to give you space. It gives you a sense of security. You aren’t a caged animal in this situation. You suppose that is his intention. 

Sad, tired eyes gaze up at you as Copia sags heavily into his chair. He looks as though he has aged considerably within the few short weeks since you had last seen him. The wrinkles along his forehead are more pronounced, the bags under his eyes plump and heavy, and it seems a frown has nearly been etched into the corners of his lips. For lack of better terms, he looked like shit. But you reign in the sympathy that wants to wash over you. You steel your eyes and wait for Copia to explain himself.

Copia seems to crumble beneath the intensity of your glare, dropping his eyes to his lap where he nervously wrings his hands.

“I am truly sorry for how I hurt you, caro,” Copia begins, wincing at the bark of a laugh you give at his words. But he remains undeterred. “There is no excuse for my actions. But please know that I deeply regret them.”

“Then why do it in the first place?” You take a daring step closer, this time it is almost as if you are the one cornering him. “If you didn’t want to hurt me, why did you lead me on? Why did you.. Why did you flaunt some sister in front of my eyes when my feelings were clear towards you?”

But all Copia can do is gape at you like a fish out of water, struggling to string together a coherent train of thought under your scrutiny. You are keenly aware of the tears forming in his eyes. Through soft sniffles, Copia tries in vain to keep them from falling. But soon enough thin rivers of black bleed into the white of his paints.

“Because your Papa is but a fool,” he is reaching into his pockets, fumbling to pull out his phone and set it on the desk towards you, screen face up at full brightness. He drops his head into his hands with a pitiful whine. “You see, I thought it was you who had been ignoring me during my absence.”

Wait... What?

In your haste you nearly stumble over your own feet as you step closer to the desk, leaning over the vintage oak to gaze at the small screen. The phone was open to the text stream between you and Copia. Your last message, exactly as you remember it, glares back up at you as if to mock you. But you notice something as you look closer. A picture of Copia in full robes and mitre behind a stage is attached, a text message accompanying it. I miss you too amore mio! I would love nothing more than to have you in my bed... so we may come together, eh? Tell me..will you be thinking of your Papa tonight while alone in your bed tonight? But... Copia hasn’t left the Abbey since his return weeks ago? It must be from...

“You didn’t press send,” you reach down, touching the screen and feel the soft vibration of your phone in your pocket in response. A semi soft gentleness has wormed its way back into your voice.

“Si..” 

Things begin to come together, your mind tying the crimson strings of your mental conspiracy board to connect the dots. You spent all that time waiting for a response... but Copia thought he was doing the same?

“So,” you take a step closer, taking note of the way eyes ever so slightly flick up to watch you between gloved fingers. "You thought I was giving you the cold shoulder the whole time you were gone. And you, what? Thought that seeing you with someone else was going to have me crawling to you?"

Copia lets out a pained noise, head sinking lower. 

"No, maybe, I'm not sure what I thought," his voice is thick, his shoulders visibly trembling. When he brings himself to look back up at you, his paint is a marbled mess of gray. "I thought if I pretended to be interested in a sister th...that you would realize what you were missing. That you would fight to win me over... But I'm a fool, and instead I hurt you and pushed you away."

"Yes," you step even closer, hand reaching out towards Copia as wet eyes watch your every move. "You are a fool," a whimper leaves Copia, eyes closing as your hand drops to run through his fluffy locks. "But... I would still like for you to be my fool."

Hands are reaching out for the one still at your side, clutching at it as if it were a lifeline. Eyes still closed, Copia pulls until the back of your hand rests against his moist cheek. You don’t mind the way paint already begins to rub off onto your skin.

“Per favore. Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace,” Copia slips from his chair, dropping to his knees as he drags his eyes up the length of your body until your gazes meet. “Per favore, I want to be your fool. Let me be your fool, caro. I’ll do anything. Per favore.”

Tears still stream down Copia’s cheeks, snot dribbling from his nose and making a sticky wet mess of his upper lip. He looks like a mess. Nothing will ever take back the hurt seeing Copia with someone else caused, the weeks of anguish and isolation it caused you to suffer. But it doesn’t mean you can’t stitch the wounds closed, letting them scar over and heal into something new. A single tear rolls down your cheek, landing on the tip of Copia’s nose.

Pulling your hand from Copia, shushing him in a soothing tone when he whimpers, you move to cup both his cheeks. Tilting his head up, you search his eyes for the answers you need. Sadness and regret oozes out just as heavy as the tears still dripping down his face. That is all you need to see to decide if you can try and work past this.

“What you did, it hurt me C. Hey, I need you to look at me,” you grab ahold of Copia’s chin when he tries to turn away in shame. “You can’t go back and fix that. But, you can learn from it and fight to keep from making the same mistakes. I am giving you a second chance, putting my heart back on the line. Please, don’t make me regret it.”

“I won’t! I won’t, prometto!” Copia surges forward, arms wrapping around you to hold you close. “Let me prove myself. I’m only for you, amore. Only for you.”

You lower yourself to your own knees, pulling Copia into your chest as he continues to give soft wheezing sniffles. Together you rest there until his breathing has calmed and a comfortable silence settles over the room.

“C..can I kiss you, caro?” Copia asks in a semi shaky voice after much time has passed.

With a chuckle, you pull a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the snot and slobber from his upper lip. Only then do you smile, giving a nod as you lean in. The press of your lips together is soft and delicate. It in itself is almost like an apology as Copia eases into pulling you to him. You melt into his touch. And you think that with time, you can repair this blossoming relationship.

[dantesunbreaker]

Ditch of Despair

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader (based off me falling in a trench the other day, fluff, anxiety, hurt/comfort, 1.9k words)

You are working outside when you manage to trip and fall. But a certain Papa finds you and comes to your rescue!

Warm sunlight seeps out between a cover of thin wispy clouds reaching across the blue sky. Birds chirp their beautiful evening songs from the trees above. Sweat clings to your skin in a thin even layer, a single river trickling down between your shoulder blades to pool at the small of your back.

Luckily, despite The Clergy’s insistence that all Siblings of Sin are to wear uniforms, you had yet to encounter anyone who would enforce said dress code. And thank Satan for that. Otherwise you would have long since melted into a puddle under the sun. Wearing a pair of shorts and an all too big cut off shirt was all that was sparing you from the full brunt of the blazing Summer heat. Plans had been set to build a gazebo near their small pond in order to make the church grounds seem more lively and inviting. You happen to be among the Siblings tasked with making it happen.

Others had been with you through the day and afternoon, but without a supervisor to oversee their work, they all had decided to call the day early around 3PM. Ever the workaholic however, you were set on working until the expected 5PM cut off time. Even if that meant working alone. Why prolong a project more than is necessary? So, alone  you stand as you place a level along a cross beam that would soon make up the floor. A few minor adjustments are made before you are expertly securing the board into place.

Along the outer edge of the frame of the gazebo some of the Brothers have dug small trenches where Primo plans to plant some of his rhododendrons. You remain completely unaware of the uneven earth surrounding you. Okay okay, so maybe you did know about your Brothers digging around the worksite. But what’s the phrase? Out of sight out of mind?

Taking a step backwards as you are turning around surely isn’t your brightest idea, but you are already in motion before the thought crosses your mind. Big mistake. As your foot twists along with you, it catches the edge of one of the many ditches and has your balance immediately thrown out the window. Strings of curses spill from your mouth as your world begins to turn horizontal.

Your ankle hits first, exposed skin dragging along rough dirt until the flesh is pink and raw. From ankle to knee your shin burns with the friction along the disheveled earth you come crashing down upon. All too late for salvation, your palms catch the grass in a futile attempt to stop your already stalled momentum, right hand catching and slicing layers deep. Flat on the ground you lie as you wait for the thunder in your chest to cease. But it doesn’t.

Tears bubble at the corner of your eyes as you try to make sense of what’s up from down. Frustration fueled panic sets in, inducing your anxiety to cloud your senses. Stomach churning, you can’t bring  yourself to lift up and out from the shallow ditch. Can’t bring yourself to assess the damage. You are content to wallow in the makeshift grave until either the passing of the feeling of impending doom or Satan himself is ready to come claim you. Pressing your face down you try to let the soft grass kiss your cheeks and muffle the stutter of your quiet sobs.

“Caro, are you out here?” A breath hitches in your throat at the sound of a familiar accented voice. One you have grown to love, but one you dread to face in your current state.

Maybe, just maybe if you hold ever so still enough he won’t be able to spot you. But he isn’t that prehistoric. The last thing you want is your partner seeing you in such a sorry state. But you hear the crunch of footfalls through grass continues to creep closer. You can’t bring yourself to lift your head as the footsteps halt a few feet away.

“Napping on the job are we now, amore?” From an outsider’s view it surely looked as if you had stepped into the small hole and spread your upper half out amongst the grass.

You are somewhat sprawled out in an awkward way that if anxiety wasn’t killing you, you would find it quite comical as well. Kind of like a starfish clinging to the rocks of the tidepools. But we don’t always get what we want. Giving the single most pathetic whimper you have ever heard, you lift your head just enough to expose your big watery eyes and trembling bottom lip. Mismatched mirthful gaze turns somber within seconds as Papa Emeritus IV drops to a knee before you.

“Oh, caro, what happened? Did you take a tumble?” Copia speaks in such an easy soothing tone that is full of concern. At your nod, he gives the most heart wrenching frown. “May I see? Can you do that for me, amore?”

Stifling another sniffle you drop your face back into the grass but you lift  your stinging hand, outstretching it away from you. Leather clad hands grasp your hand in a feather light touch before delicately turning it palm up. A whine leaves your lips as a thumb brushes along what you can only assume is a large gash splitting your palm. 

“It’s not so bad topolino. Come take a look, si?” You really don’t want to, but as both thumbs move to rub gentle circles along your wrist you know that you have to. “Prometto, it truly is not as bad as you may think, amore mio.”

Sucking a deep breath in hopes it will provide the strength you require, you lift your head once again. Your eyes follow the same path as the mismatched pair before you to take in the damage.

“Oh...”

You feel just as small as you are sure your voice sounds in the moment. A mere two inch cut is what you see before you. Blood is clearly seen between the torn skin, but it is trapped below the surface of another layer of skin already sealed off due to the angle of the wound. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you drop your head and let out a pitiful wail. Tugging at your arm, you try to pull from Copia’s grasp to curl up in on yourself. But he holds fast.

“No, no none of that! There is nothing to be ashamed of mio dolce ragazzo!” His hands slide down your forearm to grasp just above the elbow. As you pause your retreat, Copia takes that as his go ahead to continue. “Will you come out so I may see all of you?”

Eyes lifting to meet those of your lover, you silently beg for him to lend you some of his strength. Sensing what you need, Copia gives  you a bright beaming smile that tells you without words that he believes in all that you are. Another whimper passes your lips, but in a way that communicates your appreciation.

Reaching your other arm out towards Copia, you wait for him to take hold and begin to move backwards. Half being pulled and half crawling, you manage to slither out of your pit of despair only to sprawl awkwardly partially in Copia’s lap. He hums and coos at you as he shuffles your limbs around until you are cradled perfectly between his legs and side pressed to his chest.

“That’s it,” Copia gives one of those old man sighs of comfort and content as he gives you praise and holds you to him. “Now let Papa see the rest, si? Let me take care of you.”

Nodding, still not quite ready to use your words, you press your face into his neck and point him towards your shins. Unlike your palm, your left leg looks a bit worse for wear. From ankle to knee your skin is a practically glowing shade of radiant pink. Patches of skin in areas are rubbed away and completely raw, oozing bits of blood and plasma. It will certainly be a big mess of scabs come the following day.

“You will be fine,” Copia’s soothing voice hums as one hand rubs up and down your bicep. “Just a few scrapes and booboos, nothing you cannot handle, si?”

Once again you nod, head tucked nicely into his neck. But that is all the answer Copia needs. Rather than pushing you before you are ready, Copia is content to simply hold you until you decide to tell him the chain of events that led him to finding you this way. Focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest with breath puts you more and more at ease with each passing moment. Nuzzling once into his neck, you finally sigh and straighten your back.

“Are you ready to tell Papa what happened?” Copia’s voice regains his teasing tone as he takes note of your improved mood. It earns him a small giggle and soft elbow jab to the ribs. He takes it as a sign he has done his job.

“I uh... forgot that the others had dug out some holes for Primo’s flowers. And well, I kept working after they all decided to leave early,” your hands are moving and gesturing, conveying nothing really in particular as you explain your mishap. “So there I was making sure the board was level, then I stepped back as I was turning to grab something and... and well then I was in a ditch. It seems my clumsiness knows no bounds.”

All the while Copia listens intently, reassuring hands giving you a gentle squeeze whenever your speech begins to falter. When you’ve finished, he gives a nod and gains a look of being deep in thought. Holding you close to his chest, Copia lets his eyes meet yours before he speaks.

“I see, topolino,” a thumb reaches up to brush along your cheek. “Would you like for me to punish the other Siblings for abandoning their duties early? It is not safe to leave a Brother to work alone on the job.”

For probably too long you consider the thought. Sure, had the others been there you may have not fallen. Or even if you did, they at least would have been there to help you immediately instead of leaving you to wallow with frustrated anxiety.

“No, Copia,” you punctuate his name by placing a kiss along the bottom of his jaw. “Thank you for the offer though.”

“Are you sure? I know Sister Imperator would be more than delighted to subject  them to a weekend of work.”

Snaking your arms around your Papa’s shoulders, you smile and once more press your nose into his neck. Without a doubt you could see Sister full of glee at putting more work onto the shoulders of your Siblings.

“Yes, I am sure. It wasn’t their fault, and I just as well could have gone with them when they all left. But you know me, a big workaholic.” You feel the way Copia leans into your touch. “However,” you break the brief pause of silence. “I would love it if a certain Papa were to carry me back to his room to get cleaned up...maybe even to share a hot bath with.”

Happy chuckles leave your partner as he slides an arm under your legs. A small giggling scream leaves you as you are lifted into the air as Copia stands. Though you hear the creak of his old joints, he shows no signs of strain or discomfort under your added weight. 

“That I can arrange, amore mio,” you don’t miss the eyebrow wiggle he gives before setting towards his room at a more than walking pace.

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🐍 SECONDO FIC MASTER LIST🐍

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Multi-Chapter Works:

⛧ Let There Be Night (COMPLETE) >>> Secondo & OC Loren Secondo Emeritus decides he will bite the bullet for the sake of his family and get a Prime Mover. The sister he chooses is perfect for the task but unlike any of his typical lovers. Will the pact between them be fruitful or will it die on the vine? (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Pregnancy Loss/Angst/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Secondo x Loren Sequel Snippets (Mini sequels to the Papas in Love stories): 🜏 Let Them Wait Secondo awaits his name to be called for the return to the stage when it gets an unexpected guest. (SFW-Fluff/Daddy Secondo) 🜏 As the Night Settled In (Spin off) Copia pulls an all nighter after becoming Cardinal and gets some much-needed release when he gets back to his lover. (NSFW-Romance/MFM/Established relationship/COPIIIA/UNRELATED/NON-RELATED AU)

⛧ The Games We Play (COMPLETE-Feat. OC of @spectralmagpie) You are Desdemona, a part Imp Sister of Sin with a penchant for a good time and an insatiable appetite for driving your lover, Papa Secondo, mad. When you discover an exciting development within the Abbey will be limiting his time with you more, you decide, with the help of Terzo, take it as a challenge to find a way to entertain yourself and get a rise out of him. (NSFW-Public Sex/Romance/Brat/Exhibitionism/Multi-Kink/Feat. OC) ⛧ The Hell Torn Heart (ONGOING-Feat. OC of @ashley-ghuleh) After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo. (NSFW- Hellhound OC x Secondo/Romance/Angst/Anal Sex/BDSM)

One Off Works:

Exactly As it Should Be Secondo wasn't sure what to think when you told him you wanted to have a baby. Now holding his newborn daughter, the world has suddenly changed. (SFW- Fluff/Romance/First time Dad Secondo) You Bewitch Me You have reached a breaking point with body dysmorphia and seclude yourself in the bathroom only to be discovered by your lover Papa Emeritus II. (SFW-Part 1/2/Comfort/Body Image problems/Gender Neutral reader) Spell Cast After a hard bout of body dysmorphia, your lover Secondo shows you just how much he worships the body you reside in. (NSFW-Part 2/2 Comfort/Body image problems/Romance/Body Worship) Anything For You The celebrations of Lupercalia have begun at the Abbey and while you agreed that you wouldn't "celebrate" in the traditional way, seeing everyone else do it is getting to you and your Papa can tell. (NSFW-Lupercalia/Valentine's Day/Romance/Fluff/Comfort) More Than a Feeling As a FtM brother of sin in the Ministry things have not been the easiest. One thing however was sure, your love for Papa Emeritus II. When Papa leads Black Mass one evening, your entire life changes. (NSFW-Romance/Love Confession/Breeding Kink/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy/Transmale character/Mpreg) The Feel of Silk You were invited to Secondo's bed chambers knowing exactly what to expect...he did not disappoint. (NSFW-Romance/Light BDSM/blindfolding) Liquid Courage The hard and unapproachable Papa you have been crushing hard on gets a few drinks in him and finally decides to confess something to you…and the rest of the Abbey. (SFW-Romance/Love Confession/Gender Neutral Reader/First kiss) The Medusa The tables are turned for Secondo when his lives has him tied to the bed. (NSFW-BDSM/Edgeplay)

Secondo One Off Works Featuring Other's OCs):

Starving (feat. OC of @sirlsplayland) Secondo has been a bit of an overbearing expectant father, when he decides to show his Prime Mover, Marzanna, just how much she means to him. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Pregnancy Kink/Secondo POV)

Thank you for reading!

May he walk with you in Darkness, leading you from the Light

⛧ PM Ren