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angellayercake · 26 days

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Papa Emeritus IV x Reader | NSFW

Warnings: Eating pussy and being sweaty! I wrote this for @ghelullu a while back after being tortured with beautiful Copia drawings one too many times and I have been waiting for a hot day to post it and as today was one of the first actually warm days in the UK i decided it was finally time.

The heat is oppressive even now, laying on your bed in nothing but a damp towel. The insulating walls of the old abbey where you live are doing nothing to protect you from the weather, the old stones soaking up the heat of the day so even inside they are warm to the touch. Somewhere in the back of your clouded mind you think you had plans this evening but even after a chilled shower all you can bear to do is lay down and let your little fan push the stifling air over your sticky skin.

It's only when he knocks on your door you remember to expect him and even though you are unsure you can stand the addition of any more body heat in the room you can't turn him away. You call to him unable to muster the energy to move, the last of it stolen by the ever present butterflies dancing around your insides at the idea of his presence. The heat hangs around him like a cloud. Even he, the man raised in the scorching summers of southern Italy is affected, his grey roots darkened with sweat and his usually stark paints mixing in grey drips from his temples.

Tired and uncomfortable as he looks his eyes still alight when he notices your state of undress, his gaze roaming your flushed skin so intensely it almost feels like a caress. You give him a look in an attempt to quell the desire that is building but even under these conditions you feel yourself swept up in his lust. He begins to strip, peeling off the layers that make him Papa until he is just your Copia nude but for his melting paint.

His advances shouldn't be welcome right now, not when even the cool sheets find a way to stick to your skin but as you take in his heat touched body you find yourself craving him just as much. The curls across his chest dark and dampened clinging to his shape and the glowing flush of fresh perspiration. You should tell him to shower, it would be better for both of you but you lose your train of thought when he kneels at the foot of the bed.

He is conscious as he crawls over you, holding space and allowing the circulating air to come between you. You hold his gaze letting the spark of heat you may actually enjoy ignite as he closes the space between your lips. It’s odd, this maintained distance, if necessary; you struggle to ever remember an encounter where you weren’t pressed as close as your bodies would allow. And yet his distance now feels as intimate as your habitual closeness.

The press of his lips is slick and salty when he licks into your mouth and encourages you to do the same with a deep groan as your tongue slides against his. The heat of your mouth doesn’t content him for long though as he indulges the urge to taste every inch of you in lieu of his body flush against yours. His paints leave a map on your skin of his progress, smudged lip prints getting less distinct, the sharp black shapes to light grey smears in a gradient down your body. He settles between your legs, the only point of contact a firm hand gripping your thigh and his hot breath against your core.

Holding your breath is the only reasonable action in this moment waiting for him to take his first taste but just as you think he is about to close that distance his mouth finds your inner thigh. He grazes you with his teeth, worrying the already heat sensitive skin until you are writhing. Your fingers find his hair when you reach your limit no longer giving him the choice and when his tongue tentatively touches you you are lost.

It is lazy the way he works you over with the slow grind of the bridge of his nose, his attempts to taste every part of you with his dexterous tongue and his infuriating soft sucking pulling you further and further from reality into a sweltering haze of pleasure where only the two of you exist. You are caught in his half lidded eyes as lost in your bliss as you are. It’s hard to distinguish the heated air from the almost overwhelming heat building with your climax as they work together to scramble what little rational thought you have left. The lack of his touch makes you feel almost adrift so when a hand crawls its way up your body to massage your breast, palm rough against your hard nipple, it’s the grounding you need to let yourself go.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, an unconscious threat to keep him exactly where he is greedily swallowing down the fruits of his labours with a moan that vibrates through you. Your whole body resonates with your pulse and you try to remember how to breath again. He eases back on to his knees sensing your need for some space and giving you the opportunity to appreciate the debauchery written all over him. His chin and cheeks are entirely clear of his paints, both of your sweat and your slick wiping him clean. The lamp light catches in the beads of sweat decorating his body your visceral reaction to taste him taking you by surprise.

His cock lays thick against his thigh, the gathered precum making your mouth water but as much as you wish to tease him to hardness you suspect that he might have hit his limit for the day. Somehow you manage to kneel next to him, wanting so badly to pull him close and bury your face in his chest but already knowing you will regret it. He knows what you need, as he always does, sensing your need because he takes your hand and encourages you off the bed. Only when you are both steady on your feet does he pull you closer, gifting you the soft press of a kiss to the back of your hand.

‘Shower with me?’ His voice is rough but happy, his tired smile bleeding into his words and you realise these are the first thing he has said to you today. With your hand still in his he leads you back into your bathroom. In the mirror you take in the pleasant mess he has made of your body and the tired look of pride on his face as he regards you just the same. The air begins to chill as the cool spray fills the stall and reluctant as you both are to wash away the evidence the siren call of reprieve from the heat is too strong.

It is easier like this to stand the skin to skin contact you always crave with him. Allowing yourselves gradually closer as the water cools you in increments until you can stand to be in his arms and you can relax. Washing can come later, for now you enjoy being close, face pressed into his neck where the water hasn't managed to wash away the scent of him.

The time is short, or as long as your ancient water tank allows, but for now at least you can both relax.

#papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #my writing

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copias-girl · 10 months

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Okay but like, Copia is 100% SO ticklish, and no one can tell me differently

YES

Allow me to elaborate a bit:

COPIA BEING TICKLISH BLURB:

(I kinda got a little carried away with this and it turned a bit spicy lol)

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It was evening, and you were all cozied up together watching a fun Satanic B movie from the 1970s. The both of you were eating candy- cherry sours, to be exact- cuddling, and of course: rooting for the Devil’s victory in the film. You were having a lovely night in with your darling Cardinal; intimately pressed up against one another on the sofa. You fit together so perfectly, but you shifted positions every now and then to prevent getting sore.

But this time when you wriggled around, Copia froze. He felt your fingertips brush against his side, which was a bit more sensitive than usual since he was only wearing his silk pyjama set, as opposed to the many layers he wore during the day. He tried his best not to interrupt the movie; after all, it’s not like you were trying to tickle him. All he had to do was keep his cool and try not to think about it, because- oh! Your fingertips started mindlessly drawing shapes into his ribs. Copia twitched, biting his lip to stifle laughter. He stole a panicked glance at you, only to find you enthralled in the film. You must not have noticed what you were doing, but sweet Satan you were getting more and more aggressive with-

Copia all but screamed, erupting into laughter and flopping off the couch like a fish.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you pounced on top of him, straddling him and continuing your attack.

So you were doing it on purpose!

“You sneaky little-! You-! Ahahahaha!” Copia had tears streaming down his cheeks, threatening to streak his clergy paint as he writhed beneath you.

You giggled deviously, tickling the Cardinal’s sides and soft tummy a bit more while he protested and floundered on the carpet, trying in vain to shield himself from your devilish little fingers.

Deciding to take mercy on the old man, you ceased fire and allowed him to catch his breath.

“Dolce, why do you torture me so?” He sighed weakly, a handsome grin lazily tugging at his lips.

“Because it’s fun.” You replied simply, fisting your hand in the silky fabric of his pyjama shirt and leaning down to teasingly brush your lips against his, causing the poor man’s head to spin in desperation as he pulled you close, his hands roaming your body.

You captured the Cardinal in a deep kiss then, relishing in the soft moan he released as you threaded your fingers through his greying hair, sucking his tongue into your mouth.

Pulling away, you caressed a gentle finger over Copia’s thin moustache and kissed the corner of his mouth, leaving him breathless as you trailed lower. You lifted his shirt up, already feeling him tense up and try to twist away.

“Calm down, old man. I’m done tormenting you. For now.” You grinned.

The man hesitantly stopped struggling and propped himself up with his elbows, curiously observing you.

You kissed Copia’s soft tummy, causing him to release a soft whine. He was always self-conscious about that part of himself, but you absolutely loved it. Casting a coy glance up at your lover, you pulled his pants a bit lower, licking a slow stripe up his happy trail. Copia gasped, awestruck eyes fixated on your seductive form. A red hot flush painted his freckled cheeks and he bit his lip, the haze of arousal already beginning to cloud his mind.

With a kittenish smirk, you bit at his love handles while your palm ghosted over the growing tent in his pants, causing a deliciously desperate moan to tumble from the Cardinal’s lips.

“Dolce, I thought you were done tormenting me.” He groaned, petting your hair as you kissed and licked and nipped at his tummy some more, soft fingertips tracing shapes around his belly button and up and down his happy trail, relishing in the way his muscles twitched and tensed from the ticklish sensation.

In response, you only blew a raspberry onto his stomach, causing the man to jolt and shriek out another burst of laughter.

“Dolce!” He whined, twisting and turning, managing to sit upright and lean against the couch, huffing.

You giggled, moving to sit next to him on the floor. With a merciful gaze, you cupped his pretty face in your hands and pressed a loving kiss to his soft lips, which the Cardinal eagerly returned.

“Alright, I’m done tormenting you for real this time.” You grinned. “Let’s finish the mov-”

“No, I want… ehm… Dolce, let’s go to bed.” Copia whispered, lust swirling in his eyes, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

“But darling, there’s only twenty minutes of the movie left.” You pointed out, your own eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Bed. Now. The film can wait, but I am not so patient.” The Cardinal pulled you in for a searingly desperate kiss.

And without breaking your passionate lip lock, the two of you managed to stumble through his rooms; furiously tearing off each other’s pyjamas, bumping into a side table, and nearly knocking over a lamp. Finally, the two of you collapsed onto the luxurious bed in a tangle of limbs and flurry of desirous kisses.

Your movie nights always ended in desperate, passionate love-making. Come to think of it, you can’t remember the last time you and Copia actually finished a movie together.

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gravehags · 9 months

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unraveling a stitch

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: Teen

Tags: mushy gushy feelings, first meetings, Imperator serving cunt, reader thinks she's going to be murdered, ministry backstory

Words: 1,981

Summary: This is the weirdest job interview you've ever had.

a/n: ok this ended up being like 1,500 words of conversation between reader and Sister Imperator but one thing about me is I'm a bitch who loves backstory so

divider by @gothdaddyissues!

To say you are nervous would be putting it extremely fucking lightly.

You’re sitting in the back of a car - a very nice car at that - and being driven out to somewhere in the middle of the countryside. Idly, you hope that Sister Imperator isn’t actually some kind of serial killer. She seemed nice enough on the…what was the system they used? Doom call? The preliminary interview went well, you thought. You had managed to succinctly answer all of the questions the older woman had thrown your way, surprising even yourself with the calmness in your voice. So impressed was she by you that she asked you fly out - fucking fly out - to visit her at what she deemed “The Abbey.” When she emailed you a ticket confirmation later that night, you were stunned.

And now, here you are.

You had left the airport about an hour ago, meeting up with the large man who stood stoically in the arrivals area with a small sign bearing your name. The driver has remained silent the entire drive, but every once in a while you catch him glancing at you in the rearview mirror. When you crest a hill and descend into a forested valley you gasp audibly at the sight. A vast collection of stone structures - probably the size of a university - sit within the trees. You gaze out the window with your jaw dropped as you drive through a multitude of well-manicured lawns and gardens towards an enormous gate, which opens as the car approaches. The driver pulls in and continues down a long driveway up to a large wooden door.

Oh shit, you think, this is happening.

Panicked, you adjust your hair and straighten your skirt before clambering out of the car. You turn to thank the driver but he’s already gone. Weird.

“Welcome,” a warm female voice says from behind you. The woman from your interview, Sister Imperator, stands in the doorway and for the first time you’re finally able to get a good look at her. She’s a handsome woman, her grey hair in a neat bun, wearing a suit. Very prim and proper, you think, until your gaze turns downwards and you see the electric red stilettos on her feet.

Oh work, grandma.

You smile and look back up at her, meeting her incisive gaze. You can imagine what she was like in her youth - hell maybe what she’s like now - and the men she’s cut down to size.

“Hello, Sister,” you say, extending your hand for her, which she takes in both of hers. “Thank you for having me.”

She steps sideways and gestures for you to enter the impressive stone building. When you walk in your jaw drops at the gorgeous stained glass that illuminates the space with bouncing colors.

“Wow,” you say, slowly turning in a circle to drink everything in.

“I’m pleased you like it,” she says with a small smile, guiding you down the hall, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy many things the Abbey has to offer.”

The walk to her office is quiet, punctuated by the crisp snap of her heels on the marble floor. Your little black heeled witch boots, which you had thought were quite chic, pale in comparison. After climbing a flight of stairs you reach a solid door at the end of a hallway, which she opens for you. The room inside is equally as impressive as the rest of the Abbey, with high ceilings and large windows that look upon a green little courtyard. She takes a seat behind the large desk and gestures for you to take yours, which you do with some anxiety.

“Thank you for this opportunity,” you say, fingers tangling in your lap.

She smiles again. “Of course, dear. I will be blunt with you, I may have misled you regarding this interview and indeed…about this job.”

Your own smile slowly drops, as does your stomach.

“What,” you begin nervously, eyes darting around the room, “what do you mean by that?”

Shit, shit, shit. You really were fucking stupid, just agreeing to come out here to the middle of nowhere to meet a woman you’ve met once over the fucking internet. Your mind reels back to the serial killer thought you had earlier and you’re convinced you’re going to die here and this woman is going to bury you under a topiary.

She must see the panic in your eyes because she holds up her hands in an assuaging gesture. “You’re perfectly safe, I apologize for my ominous wording. What I mean to say is the nature of this collection is quite…sensitive. As is our organization who holds it.”

Your shoulders drop from their tense fight-or-flight position and you sigh. You feel silly as you clear your throat.

“Er…what exactly is this organization? You call it the Abbey and you carry the title of Sister…is this some sort of religious institution?”

“Yes,” she begins slowly, eyeing you cautiously, “ah, if I may ask…do you hold any religious beliefs? I apologize for the intrusive nature of this question but it is relevant.”

“Oh, um. I don’t,” you say, slightly hushed, “I’m sorry, I’m not Catholic or a believer of…well anything really.”

You’re taken aback when she sighs in relief.

“Oh good,” she says, steepling her fingers. Good?

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” you say after a beat, confused. “You want someone who isn’t religious to care for your collection?”

“Let’s just say we want someone more ah…open minded.”

You’re growing frustrated with the way she’s dancing around the truth and you frown.

“Sister Imperator, I don’t mean to be blunt but can you please just tell me what it is you do here?”

Her lip curls into a wry half-smile, clearly pleasantly surprised by your directness.

“The Ministry,” she begins, “represents those devoted to the cult of the Olde One. We are as old an institution as the Catholic Church yet far more…subtle in our ways. Out of necessity, you understand.”

Your jaw drops a little.

“You’re Satanists?” It’s more of a statement than a question and she’s pleased you’ve put two and two together.

“Indeed. We’re a small but mighty group that is spread throughout the world. This location,” she gestures to the walls around her, “is like our Vatican. Our collection here is that of Satanic art throughout history and requires someone with a special understanding of our church but most of all a level of education and expertise that many here lack.”

You’re stunned. You had no idea these people existed beyond individual belief systems and teenagers rebelling against their parents.

“If this is your Vatican,” you begin slowly, “does that mean you have a pope?”

Sister Imperator lets out a dry little laugh.

“All in good time, my dear. But first I must tell you, this ‘interview’ is entirely a formality. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve had the job since we ended that call.”

Your shock and wonder rapidly turns into joy as a grin splits your features. You fucking did it.

“Oh my God,” you blurt out, “wait, sorry. Is that offensive?”

When the sister snorts out a far more genuine laugh this time, you beam at her.

“Does this mean you accept the position?”

“Yes,” you say a little too quickly. The opportunity to work with an art collection held by fucking Satanists has you spinning. “Absolutely.”

“Wonderful,” she says, clapping her hands together and standing. “We’ll sort out the details of your employment and your move to the Abbey later but for now there is someone I would like you to meet.”

You dutifully follow her out of her office, practically floating as she leads you down the hall and down the stairs. You exit onto an open-air cloister and you encounter the first people other than the sister and the driver you’ve seen here. People of all genders in black habits of all styles - some very racy, you notice with a blush - congregate and walk down the halls. Sister Imperator leads you through and you notice the way they shy away from her in either deference or fear. It’s hard to say which.

She stops at a closed door and waves a hand towards it.

“This will be your office,” she says lightly, “it once belonged to our dear departed Cardinal von Shreck who was previously in charge of our collection. His work, however, fell to the wayside in recent years with his declining health. You will be inheriting quite a mess of paperwork from him, I’m afraid.”

You shrug.

“I’ve had worse,” you respond and Imperator continues down the hall and makes a left. The Abbey is massive, you think, much larger than you previously thought. Once again she stops at a door and gives you a brief smile before knocking.

“Entrare!” comes a muffled voice, and she pushes the door open.

The room is cozy but beautiful, filled with books and papers. But that’s not what draws your eye.

Making his way towards you and the sister from behind the desk is a man. He wears a vivid red cassock with an unusual bejeweled symbol you make a note to ask Sister Imperator about later. On his head is an angular hat and you smile at how it looks like he’s wearing horns. He’s not tall, but he still makes for a surprisingly commanding presence when he moves before you. Now that he’s closer you can better see the rest of him - his startling mismatched eyes surrounded by black paint, his swept back brown hair littered with silver, the pristine sideburns, his large, straight nose and the neat little mustache underneath it. Everything about him is charming, you think. Even dashing.

And then you realize you’re staring.

Imperator notices and gives you a peculiar look.

“This is Cardinal Copia,” she finally announces, “you will be consulting with him as you work with our collection.”

Cardinal, you think. Wow.

“Your Eminence,” you say, extending your hand. Sister Imperator smirks at the title and Copia blushes. Not missing a beat, he takes your bare hand in one of his gloved ones and lifts it to his mouth to place a slightly damp kiss on the back. His black lipstick leaves a little mark on you and you feel a flutter in your belly.

“No ‘Eminence’, signorina,” he finally speaks, his voice filled with nervous energy, “Simply Copia.”

You beam at him, you can’t help yourself, there's just something about him that makes you feel warm and mushy inside. He’s barely spoken half a dozen words and already you know that there’s something special about this man.

“Poor von Shreck,” Copia says, wringing his hands, “we lament his loss, but I am glad to see that Sister has found such an excellent replacement. And such a lovely one at that.”

He looks stricken with fear as soon as the words leave his mouth and you flush from head to toe.

“I’ve heard he’s left behind quite a bit of work, but I’m sure I’ll be able to tackle it, especially with your help.” Your smile is encouraging and he seems to relax a little under your kind gaze.

“Indeed. I am at your service, signorina,” he says with a little bow that makes you giggle. Clearly having reached her limit of the two of you interacting, Imperator places a hand on your shoulder to guide you out.

“I’ll see you soon, Cardinal,” you say with a little wave as the sister steers you out of his office. He gives a little wave back and you find that after the door shuts you miss his presence already. Imperator eyes the goofy smile on your face shrewdly before starting back down the hallway to her office. You follow, feeling as if butterflies are ricocheting off the inside of your stomach.

Cardinal Copia, you think. What a lovely man.

#cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia #copia #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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ghostchems · 6 months

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Papas reactions to telling them they have grey hairs?

primo

he thinks you are a jokester!

and also i think he might be happy to have you point out a grey hair from his beautiful white locks

a little variety ya know

but mostly he would be like “…thanks 😃”

secondo

he’ll give you the most unimpressed look

complete deadpan reaction

and then he’ll probably storm away

only to come back moments later having cooled off like haha funny joke amore :|

terzo

he does not take it well

impossible! it’s impossible for him to have a grey hair! he is the picture of youth!

(he’s found them before 😒 but ignored their existence by dying his hair)

he continues dying his hair but after a while he becomes more comfortable with it from all your “silver fox” comments

copia

you are the first to point it out to him and he kinda likes it!

makes jokes about being a frail old man who needs rest all the time

but you think it’s cute haha

his hair greying makes him feel a bit more mature and confident

you do sometimes send him pics of paulie walnuts as a joke tho

example of said paulie walnuts:

#copia #terzo #papa emeritus iii #ghost the band #the band ghost #secondo #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus ii #primo #papa emeritus i #Cardinal Copia

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thegayghestieprompter · 5 months

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Random Papa HCs

(click for more, not nsfw but i wrote a LOT)

Primo<3

Primo was like. THE parentified child. If you think Nihil wasn't out being a Slut™ for the Whole Time you are WRONG!!!

He loves his brothers. Even Copia. Even before he knew they were biologically related.

He is Filled With Anxiety™ all the TIME. Being raised to grow up almost immediately is tough, yeah

This man. This man is so romantic. Like. He will love you forever and ever and ever and ever. And he will make sure you know it. You are going on All of The Dates. You are going to be given gifts randomly. Mostly flowers. He likes flowers

He likes flowers :3

can't cook for shit

Upon revival he looks a bit younger, like 60s/70s rather than like 80+ and definitely has long blond hair. This one is here because I like Peemo with hair. I want to touch his hair. I think I love hi

Sighs. Pansexual.

6ft tall

His legal first name is Federico. I don't know why, I found it on a baby name site and I love her (the name. Primo's pronouns are He/Him)

His pronouns are probably He/Him

Secondo<3

Slut. The Worst Sassy Bitch from 18 to like 29

He's like actually sweet but only if he is In Love with you

He loves his brothers. This does NOT mean he is nice to them

Everyone annoys him all of the time. There are no exceptions.

Only dates humans. Is confused as to why anyone(Terzo..Copia..) would date a ghoul. Ghoul-fucker. Ew. Nasty.

So he might be bi. I think he is

He's a Bisexual Bitch and I want tokiss hi

He's so fine

^^^not a headcanon thats actually a fact

Bald forever<3

cooks so fucking good. never cooks though :(

He had blond hair too when he was WAYY younger except he was like "ew i look like my older brother who acts like a MOM. dying this shit brown"

Wavy with some curls<3

Another He/Him!?!?

A Slut And Whore™ until he falls in love. On the rare occasion that he does he falls HARD. Stupid little dumby. I love hi

His legal first name would be Vincenzo. No elaboration. I just Think So therefore its true

6'2, says he's 6ft because he never actually checked, Terzo tells people he's 5'9

Terzo<3

short fuck. he's literally 4'9 and its literally canon and thats so fucking funny

Whore but not in a slutty way. He fake-romances like any sibling of sin and then gets FUCKED and then DIPS. Suddenly he has a lot of paperwork to get to

Slut but not in a whorish way. Wears revealing clothing for Omega but still the fancy kind. Kabukiaku has it down and I love her for that

Stupid old man with smile lines face wrinkles i think i need to kiss h

Did you know his confidence is the fakest shit because boy he is SO insecure (i have an angst problem this is my fault sorry

Ghoul-fucker

Loves to annoy Secondo. Gets pissed when Secondo gets mad. Tries to bother Primo. Gets pissed when Primo is kind and open to him. Hates Copia. Gets pissed when Copia Exists.

He romancess everyone with at least One Rose. IDK why but purple and red are so pretty together and he looks so romantic he is a very romantic man btw so he uses roses to stealyou

Hear me out. "Antonio"

Sorry I didn't elaborate his legal first name should be Antonio because??? yeah

Most people use He/Him for Terzo, he doesn't mind He/They. He just doesn't care. Basically cis he/him who is okie dokie with a little "they/them" here and there

he can't cook for shit

he's handsome

he's stupid

he's an idiot

he's so fine

he's my boyfriend

sorry for last bullet thats not a hc i just love him :(

Copia<3

Sigh<3

5'7. u3u

he's not that slutty actually he's too dorky to even properly romance someone. you give him hints? he thinks you're really friendly. he tries to give you hints? they are not understandable

Rats. Everywhere. He has pet rats. This is canon and if you disagree you are Wrong

be the rat you want to see in the world

that wasnt a hc sorry. He/Him

GREY HAIRS IN HIS BROWN HAIR GREY HAIRS SO MANY AND I NEED HIM. I LVOE HIM

sorry guys. i put myself back into my cage i am normal again. he has that cute little giggle. like that kind of laugh you hear that makes you just stop and stare at the person for a bit because You Are In Love With H

his smile is sooo sweet

He doesn't have fangs but he has sliiiightly crooked teeth that look kinda like em :)

he loves his brothers. He likes Primo and is closest with him cause Primo was active in his childhood and hung out with him and stuff. He respects Secondo but Secondo didn't really interact much in his childhood. He'll gladly make conversation and try to say hi when he sees him. He always kindly greets Terzo and awkwardly babbles about random shit getting progressively more nervous when Terzo is obviously annoyed

Hi. He's pretty

His office has plants that Primo gave him

He has every Employee of the Month award on his wall in his office

He can't cook for shit

take out<3

doordash<3

Pansexual<3

Ghoul-fucker

he's my husband

sorry no he's not. i lied. do you forgive me

ummmmm

rats?

yeah

Nihil >:( >:( 🤬🤬🤬

I hate him

Ugly old wrinkly BITCHSTICK

terrible

cheater

fuckass dumbfuck

i hate him

he's stupid/neg

i don't like him

young nihil is sooooo fine i need him in my household

i hate him

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year

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

Dedicated to Kay so she can stop crying after the Terzo one - Jez

You leaned against your boyfriend, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder as he played a game on his old console. You were supposed to play together but due to a certain situation you decided to come earlier than planned.

He offered to change the game as soon as he realized you were there, but you quickly assured him that it's okay and that he should finish the level while you made yourself comfortable by his side.

You took a pillow, hugging it to your stomach as you watched Copia pick an answer to Miss Daisy, which resulted in a game over screen and your sweet beloved man make a sad, confused noise before turning his head to you with a slight pout.

"Oh, you poor thing..." You cooed, kissing his chin to cheer the poor man up. It was completely his fault that he lost, he picked 'Fuck you, miss Daisy', instead of giving her the nicer answer to her asking to drive her somewhere. "The game was so unfair to you, wasn't it?"

He knew you were teasing him, but he'd always soak up any affection you were willing to give him. You accepted him years ago, back when he was just a cardinal, not even considered for becoming a Papa back then. You accepted him for the awkward man he was, making silly noises instead of speaking when he got stressed. And he would get stressed all the time.

He wrapped his arms around you, changing his position so that he was resting against you instead, his face buried in your chest with a small groan. You chuckled softly, stroking his back and kissing the top of his head, taking notice of the few grey hairs hiding between the naturally brown ones. You smiled softly, gently pressing your nose into his head, smelling his shampoo. You loved the way it smelled. Despite being in his 50s, he still used childish shampoos, the ones with cartoon characters that smelled like fruit mixes or bubble gum. You always found it cute.

After a few minutes of coddling, Papa Emeritus IV was once more ready to face the world, which he signalled by giving you one more gentle squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before fixing his posture again, slightly hunching like he did all the time. Another silly but cute thing.

"So, uh..." He made a 'go on' motion with his hand, trying to make his mind click so he can keep going. Once the cogwheels in his brain started turning again, his own eyes widened slightly as he remembered why he invited you to his room in the first place. "What should we play?"

He almost jumped off the small couch you were both sitting on, clapping his hands as he took out a few boxes with games for his console. He brought them over and sat down next to you, excited in his own little way, making noises and and clapping his hands. You adored him stimming, it was something unique about him. He felt so happy that whenever you laughed seeing his behavior, you'd always laugh with him, never at him.

You looked through the CDs with him, humming thoughtfully. It was a little act you put on, a way to reveal the news to him. You kept the pillow pressed to your stomach, hoping he didn't find anything suspicious about it. He didn't, the poor man was a bit oblivious to many things.

"Babe?" You looked up at him, putting the games down on the coffee table again. He turned to you with a small hum. "I was wondering... Do you have any games for three people?"

"For three...?" He questioned, visibly confused. He looked through the games quickly, still not getting your point yet. He muttered something, making awkward noises that you sometimes described as his little loading screen noises. "Uh... No, I don't think so. Why would we need a game for three?"

You took out a small envelope and handed it to him. He stumbled a bit with opening it, which both made you a bit more giddy and anxious at the same time for his reactions. Once he finally opened it, he peaked inside and took out the two objects you put in earlier. A small plastic stick and a picture.

A positive pregnancy test and an ultrasound picture.

It took him a while to realize this as he stared at the objects before slowly putting them down and looking at you, first your face, then your stomach, still covered by the pillow you were now digging your nails into.

"May I...?" He asked quietly. You nodded, visibly anxious, but let him take the pillow away. You were already starting to show, the tiniest baby bump already making him tear up as he put his hand on it. He could feel the tiniest squirms your future baby was making. "How far along are we...?"

"A bit over twenty weeks. I wanted to tell you earlier, but there was so much going on and I never got to. I'm sorry you're finding out about it halfway through." You looked away, only for him to gently hold your chin and give you a short, sweet kiss.

"Sure, I mean, I found out kinda late, but you know, at the end of the day, I'm still their papa, like... That's all that matters."

And that was when pregnancy hormones decided to hit you with all they have, making you cry as you hugged him. He held onto you tightly, gently keeping his hand on your tummy so he could feel your little one trying to get cozy in your womb.

"Hey, so... Does that make your game date night a family game night instead?" He asked suddenly, making you laugh through your tears.

"Only if you want it to."

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copias-sewer-rat · 10 months

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Against the forces of Heaven and Hell, just us.

PART 1|PART 2|

What does really mean to fall? As an angel that question wasn’t unfamiliar to you. Moreover, you have been questioning the heavenly gospel for a very long time. It all started when you met a human-loving demon and ever since then you had strayed from heaven’s path.

⸸tags: Good Omens AU, no serious tw (for now) but maybe sexual innuendos and foul language, around 4.5K words, Copia goes by he/they and the angel has no pronouns so it fits everyone who reads. Hope you enjoy this first chapter!

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I. ENJOY THE SILENCE

“Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, another thing to fall.”

William Shakespeare - Measure for Measure

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18/8/2023

'There is something beautiful about demons. You might think it is ineffable, but I’ve had enough time to think, to know what is so special about them, let me tell you. Mainly, they get to experience all the pleasures that humans create for themselves without any sort of negative consequence. Exquisite food and refreshing beverages are those pleasures that we angels can indulge in but can never take too far. Demons can also enjoy the sin of the flesh without repercussion -not that I am interested, just curious…- Demons get all that, but we get to love and trust God, and that is more than enough. I have no doubt about God’s love, but humans portray the enjoyment of another one’s body in such a pure way it makes me a tad jealous.'

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You put your diary down, not really sure how to continue something like that. You decide to focus on something else. The painting before you is mesmerizing. The Kiss, by Francesco Hayez, portrays the most tender embrace between a man and a woman. The image is still, but you swear that you can see the man gently caressing the face of his lover, and the woman trying to put her hands around the man’s neck. The painting was part of a temporary exhibition. It was brought from Milan to the Galeria degli Uffizi in Firenze-or Florence as English people say-. There is where you spend most of your time, contemplating your existence as an immortal and holy being.

Looking at the picture, you begin to reminisce about how your love and understanding of human art and knowledge, and as a result of humans themselves, had started in the first place. Your arrival to Earth had been long ago, exactly the day when the Great Library of Alexandria had burned down in 48 BC. The pain for all the knowledge lost was enough to make you come down from heaven, but it was too late. You had been interested in humans for a while. Curious about those creatures God had created so long ago in her image. However, your appreciation of humans was always done from the distance of your heavenly office.

The Library of Alexandria was an astonishing building, so enormous in size and in meaning. Formed by structures of white and grey stone with beautiful engravings, all of it surrounded by a luscious garden and the glorious city of Alexandria itself. It was the place the humans had erected to keep their precious knowledge for all eternity. So, when you saw the fire start, you had no choice but to come down. You had gone down to Earth without permission. The punishment would be severe but nothing compared to what you were feeling by seeing those flames. It was knowledge being destroyed without salvation, you had to do something, and maybe that thought alone made you a bit selfish. Despite that, not even a miracle could help restore so much without being too obvious.

Not everything was bad that day, however. There, between the clouds of smoke and the heat from the flames you had met your very first demon. For sure, it would have been a negative experience if it hadn’t been for him. They stood there, in the exact middle of the library, looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Their beauty was ethereal and androgynous, which felt a bit dangerous. Their hair, long, wavy and soft brown fell gracefully over their shoulders. Also, two locks of hair on the top of his hair were raised as if to give the impression that he had horns, bold choice. Lastly, he wore a black tunic, which was very fitting for a demon. The demonic look was completed by pointy ears and a couple of mismatched eyes, one white and one green and… freckles. They were very light but also distributed throughout the whole face and making it look like a map of the night sky. But that wasn’t all. It seemed that the demon had smeared some of the ash on his eyes, maybe as some kind of human disguise that you didn’t understand, or even to celebrate his demonic deed.

You were about to blame him for the fire until you noticed the look on his face. He seemed tired and in distress. A pain equal to yours for the loss of words, art and knowledge.

“I assume this wasn’t your doing? Judging by your expression…” The demon suddenly turned to you, a bit taken aback. He hadn’t noticed your presence until that very instant, and for sure they weren’t expecting an angel.

“N-no, i- it wasn’t. But it wasn’t a human act either.” - You did not know that demons stuttered…- He looked down and you could swear you could hear the cogs turning in his head.

“You then believe this despicable act to have been caused by another demon?” He shook his head. “Not exactly. If this had been planned or acted by my kind, I would have known.”

“Are you insinuating this was a plan from my side? Preposterous! It is impossible. God would never allow something like this to happen!” The demon chuckled bitterly at your words.

“You haven’t been down here a lot, huh, angel?” He savoured that last word as if he hadn’t said it in a long time. It was your time to shake your head. “God and her archangels like to do things like these from time to time, or even allow them to happen, just to test humans and have some fun.” You could not believe your ears. You hadn’t read anything of the sort while in heaven.

“How do I know you are not lying to me? Why put that ash around your eyes if it is not to disguise yourself?” The demon rose an eyebrow at your accusation.

“Ash? What are you-?” He touched his eyes and looked at his long-nailed fingers. “Oh… I hadn’t even noticed. It was so anguishing here during the fire… I tried to save everything I could, but some of the scrolls broke on my hands. Maybe I smeared the ash on my eyes without noticing…” He looked defeated, but still gave you a toothy smile. His fangs were big and shiny. You felt your cheeks heat a bit… weird.

“Ahem. Well, if it is any consolation… I believe you, demon. But I do NOT believe that this was heaven’s doing.” The demonic creature tilted their head.

“Stay a bit longer on Earth, angel. Then you will see.” You were surprised at their suggestion. They probably could see it too because you heard a chuckle.

“Are you trying to tempt me?” The demon fully laughed at your question.

“Clearly not, angel. Do you find Earth tempting by any chance?”

“It is not like that. But obviously Earth is where temptations and sin become a reality, you could be planning something.” You scoffed. They smiled at your words and for the first time, you could truly see that their demonic nature.

“Then we are lucky that you seem to be such a… pure and incorruptible angel…” An awkward cough escaped your lips, but your eyes could not leave the demon’s mismatched ones. You thought to yourself that he didn’t know you, that you didn’t know what you are capable of yourself, and that scared you a bit. You decided to put up the front of the perfect angel and keep the conversation going.

“I should get back, there is a lot of paperwork waiting for me… after this… But even if I did accept to stay here… I wouldn’t trust anybody who is so rude that they don’t even introduce themselves in the first place.” The nameless demon snorted at your comment, made a deep but gentle reverence and looked back at you.

“The name’s Copia. What about you, angel?” You told them your name and they hummed. “Bel nome. It suits you.”

“What was that?”

“Mm? Oh! Italian. It is a language that some humans will start speaking in a few centuries, it is my favourite one, so I am learning it in advance.” That was endearing. He was interested in human culture as you were, even more, if that was possible.

“I think I will hang out on Earth for a bit, then… I will ask for a transfer, I know an angel in the heavenly administration that owes me a favour. Maybe I can investigate what’s going on, and learn a thing or two about humans.” Copia nodded.

“Angel, you won’t regret it, I assure you. Humans are the most delectable little creatures. I would also like to know the reason for the fire. Maybe we can even work together.” Suddenly the demon Copia was right beside you, nudging at your side.

“What a crazy idea! We belong to different sides. Neither of them would allow something like that!” To your words, Copia exhaled exaggeratedly.

“You would be surprised to know how little do hell and heaven actually care about what happens here.” You turned to look at him with a brow raised.

“That I cannot believe. Heaven cares a great deal about the humans, I have read about it.” Copia crossed his arms, as if about to lecture you.

“Antagonizing hell and caring for humans are two different things, angel. Heaven and hell only want to be on top, like greedy lovers who secretly hate one another but cannot stop fucking. It is a game of power, humans are only the pawns.” You blushed at his choice of words.

“What are you saying, demon?”

“I am saying that there are beings like you and me that love humans because they are deeply interesting and complex, but that is not the norm. I would like it to be though.” Me too, you thought. You also thought about the nature of the demon right in front of you. He was so different to those you had heard about up in heaven. You were told they were arrogant and selfish creatures, but Copia didn’t seem like either of those things.

“How do you know so much? Who are you?” To your question, Copia gave you a guttural laugh.

“That is a conversation for another time I am afraid, angel. After all, we just met. I cannot give away all my secrets on our first encounter.” You felt your cheeks heat again as the demon’s eyes glistened with an emotion that you didn’t couldn’t quite place yet.

You hadn’t noticed, but during your conversation with Copia there had been black clouds forming above you, and then something started to fall. You extended your hand and grabbed what seemed to be floating flakes.

“Do you know what is this, Copia?”

“Well, humans would call it snow. Which is very cold, previously-condensed water falling to the Earth. But this isn’t it. This is ash from the fire, a reminder of my failure.”

“You did not fail… you couldn’t have known.” You were surprised by your compassionate tone. You were having compassion for a demon.

“Thank you for the kind words, but I do not deserve them. I am a demon, remember?” It was like they just read your mind.

“It is taking me a bit to actually believe that, Copia. And snow sounds beautiful, I wish I could see the real deal.” You smiled at him.

“You will someday, angel. I am sure.” There was a somber aura to his tone, as if he wasn’t entirely sure about it but wanted to believe that it would happen nonetheless.

As the flakes continued to fall, both of you were starting to get covered in ash. The feeling on your skin was not an unwelcome one, it felt soft and gentle. You touched your arm, taking all the flakes that had fallen there and making a trail on your skin. Copia looked at you with an amused look. Then, you looked at your ash-coated fingers and thought of something. You turned so Copia could not look at your face. The ash was easy to manipulate, dark and velvety, and in an instant you had copied Copia’s ‘eye makeup’. With a twirl of your feet, you showed the demon your new look and he rose his eyebrows.

“How do I look?” You said adorably cupping your face.

“With all honesty, I don’t think it is too flattering on you, angioletto.” You smiled.

“I imagined so. You looked so cool, I wanted to give it a shot.”

“Cool, huh… I guess it adds to the demonic look.”

“It is more than that, I think. It accentuates your eyes, gives them depth and character.” You stepped closer, getting on your tiptoes, trying to prove the statement to yourself. Copia rose his eyebrows again. There was also a small tint of pink on his cheeks.

“I-in any case. I think is time for me to go.”

“Oh… then wait for just a second.” Very gently you took a carcass of a scroll that was at your feet, put your hand over it and miracled it back to its original state. It was a tiny miracle, nobody would notice. “We cannot do this with the whole library sadly, but not everything is lost, Copia. There is always hope, and we will find out why this happened.” You handed him the scroll, it seemed to be a poem, but you were not sure of what. Copia gave you a puzzled look. “Have this as a memento, as a reminder to keep loving humans, no matter what.”

Copia extended his hand and grabbed the scroll. You were sure that it was an accident but his fingers brushed yours, just for a second. You felt the heat of his skin, and even for a moment, it felt intoxicating. That is when it all began for you, since then you became obsessed with the human idea of connection and all its derivatives.

Copia took the scroll and hugged it tightly.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“That is perfectly fine, Copia.”

You smiled, said your goodbyes to them and left.

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The leader of your heavenly section was pissed, but ultimately they let you get off with only a warning. They didn’t even notice the miracle. It was then time to visit the administrative section of heaven that was in charge of assigning angels to Earth. It was a section that not many visited, most did not want to spend time there. For a second, you remembered your conversation with Copia. How he had told you that heaven and hell didn’t care at all. Maybe he was right. You reached your destination: the desk of the angel that owed you a favour.

You had helped them a while ago to get the post they currently held. The angel did not want to work much. They wanted to be in a section that did not receive many visits or paperwork. You suggested the Earth dispatch section, talked to the right people and the angel was transferred. You did not think at the time that little favour would help you in the future, but you were glad it did.

You told the angel that you wanted to be dispatched to Earth. They asked you for how long and you answered that indefinitely. They looked at you as if you were the weirdest being in existence. Maybe you were. After a lot of convincing, your wish came true.

The first day on Earth was difficult. You had been dispatched close to Alexandria and so you decided to look for any clues that would point towards the reason for the fire or even its culprit. Sadly, when you got to the destroyed remnants of the library, almost every salvageable piece of art or literature had been ransacked. You felt defeated, and it was only your first day on Earth. This is what you always wanted, a purpose linked to humans. You weren’t going to give up so easily.

It was difficult to navigate the library, or what stood of it. Pillars and debris making inaccessible some of its most important sections. After a couple of hours of investigation without any luck, you were properly ready to give up. Suddenly, something caught your eye, you don’t remember how, it was like an instinct of some sort, but then you saw a section that wasn’t there before. It was also destroyed in its majority and everything inside was burned to the ground, but there was a name on the entrance, the name of the section which you learned later, it translated to English as: ‘The Shared Archive’. You decided to give it a shot, to try and find anything of worth, and you did.

Inside a pile of ash, you found a scroll, it seemed intact enough, so you took it. You didn’t know what it said at first, but time later when you were able to translate it you were shocked by its content. The scroll said:

“Cain kills Abel - Heaven +1; Abel kills Cain - Hell +1”

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You rise from your seat. It had been an hour since you had put your diary down. People were starting to look at you weirdly, but you don’t care. The gallery was about to close for the day so you took your leave. You had been reminiscing for far too long, and you were late. The streets of Florence were as always full of life, with locals enjoying the afternoon and tourists taking pictures and enjoying the beautiful sights that the city had to offer.

After a short walk, you reached your shop, an antiquary, full of paintings, statues, books and everything that could come to mind. The sign at the door said closed, but the door was unlocked… weird. You stepped inside, not very sure about what was going to happen and-

“You are late, angioletto…” Copia’s voice surged from the shadows, a white eye piercing through the darkness of your store and looking directly at you.

“Dear, you scared the living heaven out of me!” Copia chuckled.

“Good, you deserve it. We are late. I made the reservation for 9 pm. It is 9 pm and we are not there.” You put your hands on your knees and gave Copia a small apology bow.

“I am very sorry, dear. I lost track of the time.” You hear Copia’s steps slowly getting closer to you and then a gloved hand graces your shoulder.

“It is okie-dokie, I know you would. That is why I moved the reservation to 9.30 pm.” You rise very slowly with an annoyed look on your face.

“You scoundrel of a demon! You are incorrigible… You made me worry for nothing!” Copia laughs uncontrollably, wiping a tear that had formed in his green eye because of the laughter. You feel embarrassed and a bit angry at him, which is noticeable by the red on your ears.

“It is quite impressive that you made it here before the sunrise. Were you at the Galleria degli Uffici again?” You press your lips, feeling seen by the demon.

“Em… yes…” The words come out timidly. “There was a new exhibition, I had to see it. You know how I am…” Copia smiles fondly and his fangs shine with the light coming from the outside.

“I know, I know… once again angioletto, that is why I changed the reservation. However, if we don’t make haste my efforts would have been in vain.” You nod, leaving the diary on the entrance table and making your exit with Copia by your side.

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The sun has set, and the lights of the streetlamps mix with that of the full moon, drenching the city of Florence in a dreamy atmosphere as if had been painted by Claude Monet himself. Thanks to the ethereal shine of the city, you can now observe Copia who walks silently right beside you. He is wearing black gloves with golden nails on the outside. A long black coat covering a black turtleneck and the crimson suit pants he always likes to wear. Very smart and expensive black Italian tailored shoes cover his feet. The look is complete as always by the accessories: a silver upside-down cross necklace adorning his chest, a metal earring on his pointy left ear with the symbol of that band he likes to help sometimes and a pair of round sunglasses hiding his mismatched gaze -you had told him a thousand times that it wasn’t necessary, that wearing sunglasses in the dark would attract more attention to him rather than the fact that he had a white eye and a green eye, he didn’t care, he likes the drama-.

His hair was still long, over his shoulders for your disappointment, but still long. He has taken some of it in a ponytail and the rest is set loose- except for the curls on the top that look like horns, those are always there-. He now also has a few white hairs which he has miracled for himself to make everyone think that time passes for us, I think he likes feeling like a silver fox. He has also been rocking the facial hair for a couple of years now, with sideburns and a pencil moustache to be exact. To top it all off, he always wears a bit of makeup, ever since he could after you had met him actually, a black upper lip and some black eyeliner and eye shadow. Some things stay the same however, you can still see the freckles that have always adorned his face. You love his freckles.

“Do I have something on my face?” Copia asks, you have been staring for too long. Bollocks.

“N-no, I was just wondering why you were wearing the sunglasses during the night again. Everyone is staring at you.” You try to excuse yourself.

“Oh, so you don’t like when everyone looks at me? Do you want me all to yourself, angel?” Your excuse bites you in the arse and now you are beet red, luckily there isn’t much light and Copia might not notice.

“On the contraire, my dear. You are too precious to keep to myself, that is why everyone is cheering your name when you help that little band of yours… They can’t get enough of you.” You frown at your own words, you just wanted to take the iron off the conversation, but you just ended up being crushed by an anvil of your own creation. Copia stayed silent at that, expression unreadable under the dark veil of the city.

Copia and you were nothing, just associates. You had been just that for centuries, always side by side. You helped humans, you enjoyed the pleasures of a human life, you spent your time right beside the other and also lived your own lives, but nothing had ever happened between the two of you. Not that it could ever happen, you are an angel and they are a demon, being together would be sacrilegious and most certainly it would make you fall. If you fell, there would be nothing left for you, all your heavenly purpose gone, just because you indulged in your carnal desires. Even if you did, maybe Copia didn’t feel the same towards you. You had heard all about his one-night stands and his participation in orgies from that insolent satanic Papal figure that Copia calls a friend. Nonetheless, there had been moments during your partnership when Copia’s behaviour had made you think that something else would be possible. Lingering touches, furtive looks and thoughtful gestures made you fall more and more. You weren’t falling, but you were falling. That scared you plenty, but it was harder trying to deal with Copia’s absence for weeks at a time helping the band which left for heart aching in pain. You decided to stop thinking about that.

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At 9.25 pm you both enter your favourite restaurant. A very typical Italian restaurant that served Copia’s rigatoni of choice and your favourite pizza. With time it had become your spot. It wasn’t just a restaurant anymore, it was a place to meet and share information, to celebrate, to release stress by eating or just to spend time with one another. The restaurant was quite humble and very aesthetically Italian, which for you was a plus. Many of the eating spots throughout the city had become tourist traps, so you were grateful to keep the little spot intact. You had to help a couple of times with some miracles to avoid bankruptcy, but nothing too serious, just for the benefit of the family that owned the restaurant.

Carlo, the older son of the owner, has already your table prepared with your water and Copia’s wine, you sit and make your usual order. Apart from that both of you stay silent for a while, the awkwardness from your previous conversation still lingering in the air.

“I have to tell you something…” Copia finally breaks the silence.

“What is it?” You ask, taking a sip of your water.

“Do you remember when I sent you a message a couple of weeks ago when I was on the European tour?”

“Yes, you mentioned that you had found something, but you said nothing else…”

“Well, that was because I wasn’t quite sure, but now I am. I have found something.” You open your mouth slightly, not knowing what to say. “I have found a scroll, angel. One that is legible.” Your mouth opens completely and your eyebrows rise in surprise.

“Are you sure? We have been tricked before.” Copia nods.

“I know, that is why I have checked with my contacts…” You huff.

“You know I don’t like your ‘contacts’.”

“Yes, well, we have no other way of telling if it is real.” You stay silent, looking at your water.

“Have you translated it already?” You look back up to Copia’s eyes, looking for an answer and the smiles.

“Yes, and it is a very important one…”

“What-” Instead of telling you, Copia hands you a piece of paper. On it, there is a picture of a scroll with a writing in old Latin and under it a translation written in pen:

“Judas betrays Jesus +1 hell; Judas stays with Jesus +1 heaven”

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Here is the very first part of the Good Omens/Ghost AU with our dear Copia as our personal Crowley (also I am back at using song titles for the chapters). I have a lot of plans for this AU (even little side stories and drawings) so get hyped! This doesn't mean that I have abandoned other projects, I just had an ADHD moment with this fic so I had to do it. Let me know what you think as always and thank you for all the support.

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gasolineghuleh · 2 months

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Slated To Be

Wheee hello hello! This is the beginning of a commissioned series for a mortician male reader falling for Papa Copia.

This is chapter 1 of a 3 chapter set, with each chapter coming within a week of the last.

Enjoy!!

this was fun to write by the way, i miss doing autopsy

tw: descriptions of corpses and details of embalming

The instruments gleam and shine in their tray beside you, and sing in your hand-- you are the newly appointed mortician for the Emeritus Church of The Morning Star, and your first body rests in front of you, prone on the silvery slab. A Cardinal, it seems, if you were to make a guess based on the remnants of grease paint around his eyes. The Y-incision marking his chest was clean and concise, and you thanked yourself inwardly that you didn't have to repair some previous dolt's damage. Making the dead presentable for their last rites is difficult enough, and it irks you when someone further up the line doesn't do their job properly.

Your eyes scan over the face of the recently departed, noting the different pock marks in his cheeks and the dimples on the sides of his closed eyes. The black grease paint has stained a charcoal-tinged shadow around his eyes, leaving them sallow and drawn. His black hair is curled in an effort to bring volume to what was clearly thinning in life, and his patchy grey beard is meticulously combed and trimmed.

You start on the eyes-- you were hired to make the man appear as he did in life, and the eyes are one of the trickier things to do. Back in mortuary school you had dedicated hours to the art of paint and makeup, bringing the dead back to visit the living for one more fleeting moment.

Your eyes close and you exhale slowly, mentally preparing yourself to do what needs to be done.

"Now, Mister..." You pick up the name tag around his toe, reading it carefully. "Ah! Apologies, sir. Cardinal Tremaine, let's use your proper title, hm?" you muse to yourself, settling into the familiar ebb and flow of your job. His features are already set well enough for you to continue with the embalming, but you reach down to check his jaw wires and eyelid spikes anyway. Satisfied, you take another steadying breath and move down your mental checklist. The cart of embalming fluid rests nearby and you kick the pedal on the bottom of it, starting the flow of embalming fluid through the trocar that you placed earlier.

The hum and whir of the machinery is almost a calming sound, the way it transports you back to your schooling-- nothing but you and the corpses around you that you're meant to preserve as a token for the living. It's a type of witchcraft, the mortuary arts.

One that you take immense pleasure in.

"The soul migrates from body to body. Weapons cannot cleave it, nor fire consume it, nor water drench it, nor wind dry it..." You recite the lines easily, watching some of the color flood back into the cheeks of the deceased as the fluids do their work.

The air around you shifts suddenly, and you feel a presence enter the room with you.

"Can I help you with something?" Your voice is steady even as you don't look up from your charge. Footsteps sound from behind you as the person approaches, coming close enough to be within touching distance of your left shoulder.

"Scusi, I did not think you could hear me. Just observing. I have always been interested in this, eh? The previous mortician, he never allowed me to watch. But Cardinal Tremaine was a dear friend... a tutor." The man steps forward, joining you at the table and wincing slightly when he catches sight of the trocar in the abdomen. "It's a bit difficult to see him like this, but I felt that I must. He's the first to die under my reign... It felt correct to come and say goodbye."

"I see. And you are?" You clear your throat slightly, awkwardness of unexpected human contact rearing up. You have the feeling that your observer will be staying a little longer than you want.

"Ah, yes, my apologies. I'm Papa Emeritus... eh, the Fourth." He hurries to add his number, and you get the sense that he's not been in the position long. Still, you can't stop your eyes from going wide. Papa is here? The leader of the Church?

"A pleasure, of course. I, uh, well... I suppose this isn't a surprise to you, then." Your gaze goes from him to the body. "He's one of yours."

"One of ours." Papa's voice is stern, but soft. The implication speaks louder than the words do.

His correction sends a chill up your spine, but you nod and turn back to your work. The smell of formaldehyde is overpowering, but you revel in the sharp, pungent scent and push the cart to the side with your foot, flicking the pedal on and off, scrutinizing the shape of the former Cardinal's abdomen as it fills. There's another beat of silence while you work, agonizingly aware of your new company-- living, at that. Living company is something that has become more and more scarce as you dedicate yourself to your art. It's almost foreign now, but comforting.

"Did you, uh- did you know him?" you ask, attempting to make yourself sound conversational and not at all as nervous as you are. The fact that he's here uninvited is enough, but to have him walk in while you were talking to yourself is another thing entirely. A slight blush spreads across your cheeks and you're glad that you can turn to the body to hide it.

"Not well. He was one of the quiet ones." Papa leans in and tsks softly, sighing. "He was my biggest competition for Papa, you know." The surprise is enough for you to turn your head towards him, arching an eyebrow in invitation. "That got your attention, eh?" Papa smiles slightly under the grease paint on his face, a full skull, as befitting his position. You can see faint lines of a mustache under the white, and further lines that indicate smile marks. It's the first time you've properly seen him and you're immediately struck by the mismatched eyes. One is white and almost dead in appearance, but it's the one darting around your face, absorbing your features-- quick, and sharp.

"It's my job to tend to the dead, not to speculate." You give him a wry smile, hoping that the underlying message of "Do tell" was clear. Papa pauses for a moment to evaluate you, his two-toned gaze sweeping from your short cropped hair down to your shoes, your outfit curated perfectly to say 'Normal Guy'.

"Ah. Well, no speculation, then. I just sincerely hope he enjoyed his tea, hm?"

There it is.

The unspoken trust, founded only in a quick but strong connection and cursory glance.

Papa likes you.

Approves of you.

"I was the one who hired you, you know." Papa takes a step closer, leaning further over the body and brushing against your shoulder as he does. His voice is quiet, intimate. "On paper you sounded magnificent." He clears his throat, turning to look at you until you return his gaze.

"I'm glad," you manage to stammer out.

"Even more magnificent in person."

"I should-" The embalming machine cuts you off with a loud THUNK and you're almost grateful for the excuse. "-get back to work," you finish lamely. The machine's pedal has gotten stuck and you lean down slightly to adjust it, breaking the electric eye contact with Papa. The blood from the deceased Cardinal is almost finished filtering into a canister to the side. Papa clears his throat, giving you a tightlipped smile and stepping back slightly.

"Yes, yes of course, my apologies for disturbing you."

You know that he isn't sorry in the least.

"No matter, Papa. Never a disturbance."

"But, before I take my leave." You look back up at Papa as he moves forward, catching your eye again as he approaches. His gloved hands brush over yours, the warmth seeping through the material and doing nothing to ease the flush in both of your cheeks. The last time you were touched had been by accident in the dining hall a couple of weeks ago. "I'll send a Ghoul with an invitation for dinner sometime this week. I'd like to see exactly who I've hired here, hm?" The delicate arch of his brow takes you aback-- he's indirect, but it's enough to get the warmth stirring in your belly.

"I look forward to it." Small miracles persist, it seems, and your voice doesn't shake at all, despite your sudden nervousness at being propositioned by Papa. Or were you? You can't quite tell if he's coming on to you or just extending a friendly invitation to his quarters-- then again, you've never been the best at social cues.

In for a penny.

"Good. I would shake your hand but, eh..." Papa waves his hand towards your gloved ones, damp with chemicals and reeking of latex. "Perhaps later."

"A different time would be good. It was a pleasure, Papa."

"May Lucifer keep you. Until we meet again, amico." The warmth in his tone sends another shock to your core. He lingers for a moment more, watching you work before turning to leave the room. His footsteps fade slowly away down the hall of the basement, and you realize that you've been holding your breath. A slow and controlled exhale starts to relax your nerves until-

THUNK.

The embalming machine kicks itself off again, this time for good.

You make quick work of the rest of the job, embalming the rest of Cardinal Tremaine's body and doing some quick cleanup. His black robes fit him easily enough and you're able to dress the body with a quick and comfortable speed that only comes from repetition-- Papa truly did hire the right man for the job. The mortuary science degree had been expensive, but the career opportunity that it had afforded you is more than enough to pay the debts you racked up during the pursuit... especially now that Lucifer is footing the bill.

It's not until you're sitting in bed hours later, sipping from a glass of red wine in nothing but a pair of silk boxers that it truly hits you-- you were talking to Papa. The man in charge of everything. He hired you. You had never even seen the Fourth in the flesh and now he was coming on to you-- wasn't he? Quick as a flash, your brain replays the images of him leaning towards you, the slow blinking of his eyes and the tip of his tongue left on his lower lip. Your fingers fumble on your glass as you refill it, pouring too fast and nearly splashing it everywhere.

You're in too deep and he's barely done anything at all.

You huff out a sigh and run your hand through your hair, watching a lone droplet of wine as it rolls down the side of your glass. When it slips onto your finger you turn your gaze to the window, where the moon peeks through the trees beyond. The Abbey is comfortable enough, and your living quarters are directly above the basement level morgue, kept flush with the Ghoul dens. Your mind goes back to your first day, and the warnings of the tour guide to be careful after the Ghoul's dinner.

You've only been here for a few days, and the large castle that serves as the Abbey still feels alien and terrifying. The walls feel claustrophobic at times, and you swear that you're being watched whenever you leave your morgue. The previous mortician was consumed by a particularly overzealous Ghoul, and you had happened to be in the right place at the right time. The way you were hired was unconventional at best and now Papa is asking to see you for a "proper meal"-- alone...

"Satan help me," you mutter to yourself, swirling the wine in your glass and shaking your head, looking to the door of your bedroom that leads towards the den that serves as your office. You imagine for a moment that someone is listening and a chill goes down your spine at the idea that the walls truly are harboring secrets-- if the walls have ears, what will they overhear at your dinner with Papa? The Ghouls are bad enough-- the idea of some entity in the walls listening to you talk to yourself, or worse, Papa... that thought is almost unbearable.

It doesn't help that Papa is a looker-- that is, if you're into that kind of thing... which you are. He's not exactly what you were expecting, however, having your expectation formed by the rumors of the previous men of his stature. The former Papas you've heard tales about have been stately, austere. This Papa is young, energetic, and charismatic with a charm that oozes dangerously from every syllable that crosses his painted lips. The man's hair is as black as midnight and styled immaculately back-- if you had to make a guess you'd say it was dyed, and somewhat recently, although there were small pieces of gray in his sideburns. The dark eyebrows over the white of his paint and mismatched eyes is jarring and, you have to admit, somewhat beautiful in its own way. You can only imagine how he moves when he's underneath-.

A grumble leaves your chest at the mental image and you cut your train of thinking off hard, shaking your head to free yourself of the cobwebs of arousal that linger. You set your glass on the nightstand with a soft clink and sit down on your bed, resting your elbows on your knees as you look to the ground and contemplate the gravity of what could happen at your meeting. Would it be just a meal, or would it go farther? You don't dare to dream that far-- the fact that you have this job at all is more than you could have ever wanted.

Still, the invitation had been heavy in Papa's voice.

"It wouldn't hurt to hear him out... professional interest," you mutter to yourself as you lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling. The cool material of your sheets against your thighs is a welcome break from the heat in your belly that Papa had stirred, and your smallclothes do little to hide your problem. The Ghoul that you had received the tour from mentioned that you could summon any number of them at any given point and a thought settles in the back of your mind-- what would Papa say if he knew that you had summoned a Ghoul for your pleasure?

You shouldn't even be entertaining the thought.

Images pop up in your brain unbidden anyway.

You're alone, it's late, and you have an entire flock of Ghouls just downstairs at your disposal-- why not indulge a little? But... perhaps play it safe, and wait until after your meeting with Papa to call another bed-warmer.

He may even call you in less than a week.

#the band ghost fics #the band ghost ficlet #ghost bc fanfic #papa emeritus #lorraine writes #cardinal copia #copia #popia #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #papa 4 #era 4 #reader x papa #reader x papa emeritus #reader x copia #copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader

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sweatandwoe · 1 year

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Don't mind me dropping in for the request. How about a papa absolutely smitten over a chubby sibling like he tries so hard to have a little bit of interaction with them as much as he can but he's also afraid to approach them because they might get spook having papa (who is always flocked by siblings) approach them and choosing to talk to them voluntarily

this could be angst if you squint enough

Birb you know I can't deny you, went with Copia for this one

Copia x Chubby!Reader - Anxiety, Slight Angst, Fluff, Copia is horribly smitten, Reader is a little shy/low self-esteem

He's old. Copia isn't one to sugarcoat it. He can laugh, he can pretend, but he can see how quickly his hair is going grey. Can feel the aches lingering in his joints more than he used to. The bags growing under his eyes seem to settle there now, no matter how much he preens himself.

But whenever he sees you, he doesn't feel quite as old as he should. Flustered. Like a teen with his first crush.

The worst part is: he knows you feel the same.

He's seen you. Copia isn't blind, he isn't old enough to lose his sight fully yet (though he knows he'll probably need some reading glasses soon enough). The shy way you hold yourself whenever he approaches, especially if he advances towards you with a group of admiring siblings on his heels.

Always so shy. But it was rather adorable.

At first, he thought, it may have just been the group. Though it was more easily expressed when others were around him found that you were always shy around him. Small little smiles, accompanied by small little acts of kindness.

When he returned them, you'd smile, try to hide yourself away. Pressing your clothes down with your fingers, as though trying to flatten yourself out. It made him want to throw his arms around your waist, to kiss every part you considered a flaw until you couldn't speak badly of any of it. Until you recognized how beautiful you were - always.

It made him feel happy in a small way, that you got the same butterflies he did when you saw one another. Even if you didn't know it.

But today, he's decided. He will ensure that his feelings are known - before he's too old and loses his chance. Or his nerve.

You are in the halls when he finds you. Glancing over him, and smiling more warmly when you realize he's alone. It has him beaming, as he greets you. "Tesoro." He holds out his hand. "May I borrow you for a moment?"

Your eyes crinkle when you smile now. It has his heart racing, maybe skipping a beat as you slide your fingers into his gloved hand. "Of course, Papa."

He might already love you, he thinks, drawing you further down the hall. Copia hasn't even kissed you yet, but he thinks it will be the best kiss he's ever gotten. Your hands are warm, and you look horribly sweet.

Papa Emeritus the fourth would devour you if you let him. Not just your body, but your heart too. Let it become one with his body, so if it ever hurt he'd know.

"Please," He whispers, bringing you close as he leads you into his empty office. Enjoying how you smile more fully in the quiet perfection that was a room with just the two of you. The older man presses a delicate kiss to the back of your hand, letting his lips brush over your knuckles. "Call me Copia."

#sweaty asks #ghost band #the band ghost #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #copia #nocturnal-birb #kissing you birb

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serene-sun · 1 year

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𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 ♫♬ p. 2

Part 2 to the original, part 3 coming soon

Pairing: no pairings

Summary: the new ghouls arrive

A/n: read the first part here

the candles all blow out in the gust of cold wind fills the room, the lights flickering and power shuts off the electricity in the summoning room of the ministry.

Before the candles can come aflame again, two low groans come from the center of the red bloody pentagram on the stone floor.

“Ah…” and “ohh.”

Copia smiles, seeing that his first ever chance of summoning a ghoul worked. Not only did it work, it summoned two ghouls the first try instead of one.

Papas white eye is the only thing shinning in the room. Smoke, or the foggy looking air blinds everyone’s eyes.

Copia knows it works, since the candles relight themselves with the ghoul energy.

The other ghouls look at each other, then to the two life forms in the middle.

Aether in particular tries his best to find the body, or more of the bodies.

“Whe- where?” A confused female voice asks.

“I’m, im not sure…” a male one responded

The other ghouls close in, curiosity taking the best of them.

But as the two new ghouls start to find eachother, they also find newer faces In the ashy smoke.

“Aurora?” The male one questions, seeing a lock of long hair.

The nameless ghoul reaches out to it, accidentally tugging it as he falls forward.

“Hey, watch it” sodo yells, feeling pain shoot at his head

“Hm? You’re not aurora!” The ghoul shouts, even more confused now.

“Phantom? Where are you? I can’t see anything…” the female nameless ghoul asks, hands reaching out to the mindless air.

She feels a hand wipe her eyes off, blood making her vision cloudy. Once she blinks she’s met with an unfamiliar face, a little bit of fuzz at the chin and swoopy dark brown hair.

“Huh?!” She also screams.

The two newly released ghouls bump into each others backs, falling back into floor from off their knees.

“Hi!” An excited voice asks, seeming to be sunshine.

“It’s alright! Your ok!” Swiss grabs at the male ghoul searching for anything at all in the low light.

“What, where? Where is aurora?” Phantom squeaked, feeling Swiss’ hands bring him to his feet unexpectedly.

“I’m here, are you alright?” Aurora quickly comes to his arms as soon as she finds his scent.

“Phantom where are we?!” She asks worried

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’m not sure.” He replies

“Eh…uh…welcome to the ministry! I’m papa emeritus the fourth, and I’ve summoned you to complete a task for me.” Copia says awkwardly

The smoke clears out, and the vision of a tall male ghoul holding a smaller female ghoul is noticeable. He has dark ash grey skin, golden horns, gold freckles, and brown hair. The female ghoul has medium length blonde hair, paler skin and stubby black horns.

Phantom holds her head against her chest, protecting her from any threats.

As the smoke vanished, the two ghouls in the center lock furious eyes with copia.

“What do you want with me and my sister?” He asks, seriousness as he sees the religious robes he wears. “We have no part in your faith.”

“It’s alright, I think you have the wrong idea.” Aurora tells him, pointing out the pentagrams and upside down crosses that decorate his blue and back robes

Phantom takes a closer look, loosening his grip as he starts to realize he’s just a little old man.

“But…look.” She points out the 8 ghouls surrounding them two.

His grip around her tightens up again, his ears point down and his claws strike out, fangs bearing as a warning to not approach them.

“It’s ok, they don’t want to hurt us.” She attempts to relax the alarmed ghoul. “Did you not pay attention to anything that just happened?”

“Sorry, it’s just been awhile.” Phantom apologizes

“What do you wish of us?” They both ask at the same time.

“All we ask of you, is to fill in two roles for our project.” Papas voice is soft

“This ministry is in satans name, I have two ghouls who cannot play their role at the moment.” Copia explains

“How do I know I can trust you?” Phantom asks

“Well…it’s up to you if you wish to kill me or not. But look around you, do any of these ghouls seem chained to earth?” Copia looks at the other ghouls, eager to know more about the new addition to the pack.

Phantom and aurora look at the ghouls around them, releasing themselves from their tight hug to turn and see the rest.

All they see are content and non-feral ghouls of each element surrounding them. Some smiling, one a bit bothered looking.

“You, what’s wrong with you?” Phantom points out one ghoul.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you! You practically pulled a fist full of hair out!” Sodo exclaims, raising his hands in a fit

Aurora laughs, the fire ghoul heating up.

“Tell us more.”

“Well, do you know keyboard and guitar?”

#the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #new aether #new sunshine

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copias-girl · 1 year

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Thinking about being domestic with Copia...

Eating breakfast together, watching movies on the couch together, snuggling up together in bed and falling asleep...

Anon!! I’m!!! Kissing you for sending this!!! 💋💋💋 adding a cut bc I basically just wrote a whole fic about this lmaoo

Colazione, Un Film, e Dormita

𖤐 Colazione

You begin to stir in the morning, sleepily feeling around in the bed for Copia, but you quickly realize he isn’t there. His spot is still warm though, so you know he must not have been gone long. After blinking your bleary eyes a few times, you pull yourself up, shivering a bit as you reluctantly leave the warmth of your shared bed. As you walk closer to the kitchen, you can hear rustling and… you grin to yourself as you hear Copia humming.

You spot him standing at the stove, wearing nothing but underwear, his back still covered in your scratches from last night. You watch him for a few moments, stifling a giggle at the way he sings some odd little song to himself. What a dork. Your dork.

Finally, you quietly pad up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and nuzzling your face against his back, sighing into his warmth.

“Dolce!” He beams, pleasantly surprised at your arrival. “Faccio le uova, si?” He smiles proudly. They were going to be sunny-side-up, however he broke a few yokes so he decided to make them scrambled instead. But you didn’t need to know that. You only hum in response, peppering kisses all over his back, studying the little freckles that are dotted all over his flesh. You skim your fingers up and down his chest for a few moments, relishing in the way he melts into your loving touch. You give his lovehandles a little squeeze before caressing his soft tummy. Copia was always self-conscious about that part of him, but you go absolutely crazy for it. You suck a little love-bite into his shoulder while you skim up and down his happy trail, fingertips just barely dipping into the band of his underwear.

“I-I hope you’re hungry, Dolce.” Your sweet old man chuckles breathlessly, trying not to get too distracted and overcook the eggs.

“Mmm I’m starving, amore mio.” You kiss the back of his neck, burying your nose into his soft, greying hair. “I’m always hungry for you.” You add quietly, giggling at the way he stiffens in surprise at your words.

You keep your arms around him as he scoops the eggs from the pan into two bowls, only releasing him so you could pour two glasses of orange juice and join your man at the kitchen table where he’s buttering the toast.

“Thank you for breakfast, Co-Co.” You scoot your chair closer to his and pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“Anything for you, Principessa.” He sighs against your lips. “I would make even more for you, if I were a better cook.” He grins.

“Well, it only makes the things you do cook all the more special.” You press several soft kisses to the corner of his mouth before reluctantly pulling away before the food gets too cold.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, and Copia’s chest swells with pride as he watches you shovel big bites into your mouth, humming happily at the taste.

Your bare leg comes to snake around his under the table, caressing his calf with your foot, just wanting to touch him in some way. Copia gazes at you dreamily while he eats, admiring every little detail about you. The both of you are so at ease, so content in the hazy morning sunlight filtering through the window. You could have giggled at the sight of you both, bed-headed and eating eggs with toast while you sported only your panties and a small sleep camisole; Copia in only his underwear. This must have been how Adam and Eve felt in the Garden of Eden, bare yet not ashamed. You absolutely adore how the two of you can be completely yourselves with each other, not needing to put on airs. Or proper clothes. You love the way Copia’s tummy looks as he slouches in his chair, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hand while sleepily munching on a bite of toast.

You could live in this moment forever; love hanging thick and warm in the air. You can practically see little pink hearts floating all around as you quietly study one another. After finishing your food and drinking some juice, you move to sit on Copia’s lap, curling up on him, your face buried in the crook of his neck. His soothing, accented voice coos sweet nothings to you as you kiss his neck and jawline, loving sighs falling from your lips as your man holds you close.

“Dolce. Oh, Dolce.” He squeezes you tightly, caressing your back; kissing your forehead, your cheek, and finally finding your lips with his own.

It isn’t long before you decide to go back to bed. But not for the purpose of sleeping.

𖤐 Un Film di Notte

Movie nights with Copia are always so fun, especially when you watch scary movies! Copia’s exaggerated reactions and gasps always leave you giggling and swatting at him. You pick out an old vintage horror movie, curling up together on the sofa in his rooms, your limbs entwined with one another. You card your fingers through his luscious hair while he caresses your thigh, using the scary moments as an excuse to press closer and closer against one another.

“Don’t worry, Dolcezza, I will protect you, si?” Copia murmurs into your hair, and you turn to capture his irresistible lips in a passionate kiss. Copia kisses you back feverishly, his needy hands grabbing at you and pulling you on top of him. You both blindly reach for the remote control to pause the movie so you don’t miss anything, giggling as you make out for a little while.

When your moans fade into soft sighs, you both pull away, snuggling back into your previous position and resuming the movie with your arms wrapped even tighter around one another.

𖤐 Dormita

You and Copia always get ready for bed together, often showering together and making love under the steamy stream of warm water. You wash each other’s hair, lovingly sighing into each other’s mouths and trying not to get soap in your eyes.

You help each other dry off, slipping on your pyjamas before standing at the sink together and brushing your teeth while making silly faces at each other in the mirror.

Finally, you crawl into bed with one another, stretching and melting into the mattress. Turning to face each other, you quietly speak about the day, telling Copia things that you didn’t get a chance to earlier. He does the same, making you giggle at his stupid jokes and random thoughts that he wanted to tell you during the day. You mindlessly trace the lines on his pretty face while he speaks, occasionally interrupting his soothing voice to steal lazy kisses.

As your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, Copia takes you into his warm embrace, and you bury your face in his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, hands stroking down your back.

“I love you.” You murmur, just on the verge of slumber.

“Oh, Dolce. I love you, my little mouse. I love you.” Copia whispers, so much emotion dripping from his words, you could practically drown in it.

You melt into each other’s warmth, fitting together perfectly like two puzzle pieces, and it isn’t very long at all before sleep claims you. You and Copia hold one another tightly all night long, and you can’t wait to wake up and kiss him again tomorrow.

Finito <3

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decadentjellojaloppy29 · 1 year

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The broom closet.

Its Copia’s first time leading the mass and everyone is getting ready, only one problem, he’s nowhere to be found. Well, nobody but you can find him. Your efforts to get him to stop being nervous are futile that is until you find his weakness. And it works like a charm.

Popia x reader

warnings: Suggestive content. Incessant flirting in a closet.

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You kicked a rock on the ground as you walked on the cobblestone path toward the cathedral. You’d been asked to clean it up before the mass tonight. It was Copia’s first mass as Papa, he’d be leading the service. Strange thing was nobody could seem to find him.

You tug on the large mahogany door and let yourself in. The light was shining through the grand stained glass windows coloring all the pews.

The slight smell of incense from the last mass still lingering in the air.

“Good you’re finally here, I just need you to clean up here and there for the big night.” Sister imperator said clasping her hands together.

You looked around noticing you were the only one there.

“I…hate to ask but where’s….everyone else?” You look up at her in curiosity.

“Well that’s what I was gonna tell you. Everyone else is getting ready or looking for Copia and since his being here is kinda important, I only put you on cleaning duty.” She told you as if the cathedral wasn’t huge. Your head hung to the side giving her a “really?” Look.

“Oh don’t give me that look, you know how important this is and you know how Copia gets when he’s nervous. It is of the utmost importance that we find him, besides all I need you to do is set some of the candles out and what not.”

She told you walking toward the two large doors.

They slammed shut behind her. leaving you alone in the cathedral.

Well almost alone. You were let in on something that no one else was.

You set out a few candles here and there before walking all the way back to a broom closet in a dark corner.

You leaned on the wall behind you, the cold brick pricking at your skin.

“Sister imperator would have my ass if she ever found out I’m not telling her where you are, you know.” You wait for a response. Sighing you lean your head back, hair being pulled slightly by the rough wall.

“I know you’re nervous and all but you can’t just not show up.” You told the closet door.

You heard a heavy exhale from the other side.

“Couldn’t you just do it for me sorella? You’re much more charismatic.” A muffled voice replied from behind the door.

“No…I think they’d notice. Besides everyone wants to see you, that’s what they’re expecting. They might be a little disappointed seeing that it’s me.” You scratched the back of your head.

“How could anybody be disappointed when faced with you. Anybody should be so lucky.” His muffled voice said again.

You clasped your hands in front of you and smiled.

“Haha.” You mocked, “Come on Copia at least lemme see how your papal paint turned out.”

Silence. You rocked on your heels waiting for a response.

“You won’t laugh?” He asked.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You replied.

With that the door creaked open. His shoes clicked slightly as he stepped out.

Your eyes traveled up his outfit. Black shirt with the the sleeves rolled up and tight black pants. You assumed this was gonna be under his papal garb.

You took a minute to admire the pants a little more though.

All of it looking good so far and then your eyes met his.

‘Damn.’

You thought looking up at him. You’d never seen him in his papal paint before and he wore it well. Dark circles pronouncing his lighter eye. Pale white skin painting the illusion of a skull. His black lips slightly quivering with anxiety.

His hair peppered with grey, well quaffed aside from some strands in his face. You couldn’t rip your eyes away.

“Sorella?” His gloved hand slightly reached toward you.

You cleared you throat, “Sorry, I just- I’ve never seen you in your papal paint before.”

Copia looks away sheepishly. He felt like the luckiest man in the world, having you look at him that way. “So I take it you like it?” He asked hopefully even though he was well aware of the answer.

You punch his arm lightly and roll your eyes “Yes I like it.”

Just hearing you say it makes his confidence spark inside his chest and the blood rise to his cheeks.

The two of you could go on like this for hours if you didn’t have more pressing matters to attend to.

“But you know I’m not-“ you started until the two of you heard a door open.

Copia nearly squeaked. His hand gripping your forearm and pulling you into the closet. The door shutting behind you, all light drained from your sight.

“You do realize they might get suspicious if I’m gone too right?” You question trying to find a light switch.

You feel Copia grab your hand and bring it to his chest.

“Please don’t sorella I’m not ready to face the consequences of my actions.” He tells you pulling your hand closer, which in turn pulls you closer to him.

Copia feels you tense before realizing what he’s doing. He quickly drops your hand and shoves his hands behind his back.

“Are you crazy? Mass is in like an hour and a half. You and I will both be dead if we’re caught hiding in a closet, especially together. Do you know what that looks like?” You ask him.

Good thing you couldn’t see his face cause it was grinning goofily at what you were implying and to have other people think he landed someone like you, what a dream.

“Copia?”

You said bringing him back to reality.

“I…would it be such a bad thing?” He asked his voice going up an octave, just imagining the disappointment on your face.

You bit your thumb nail trying to think of anything to get him to have a little more confidence in himself.

The two of your heard footsteps by the closet, causing Copia to push up against you as if trying to bury himself in the darkness. You felt him against your chest, taking a minute to enjoy the feeling.

The steps traveled away after a few moments.

You noticed how close the two of you had gotten, and an idea struck you.

“Copia.”

You said.

You felt him shift, assuming he was trying to look at you. His muscles slightly tensing realizing the position the two of you were in.

“If you don’t do this mass how am I ever gonna get to call you my Papa?” You asked, feigning an innocence you didn’t really posses.

Copia’s body tensed up at your question.

You could feel his weight shift onto his other heel nervously.

“I was really looking forward to that part. But now I guess I can’t. We could’ve had a lotta fun with it huh?” You ask now absentmindedly tracing circles into his chest.

Copia was still frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed hard.

“You wanna c-call me papa?” He stuttered.

“Oh absolutely. I think it’d suit you.” You told him, straightening his collar.

“I think about it all the time. Late at night, when you cross my mind.” You say pulling him ever closer.

“When I’m all alone in my bed.” You said focusing on his broken breathing.

“Oh dolcezza…” Copia practically breathed the words, shivering. His thoughts completely come away from his nerves and instead are fully focused on every word that comes from you. His mouth slightly hanging open. His throat dry.

How could he think of anything else when your words were practically dripping with desire and for him of all people. He can feel you grip his shirt in your hands and pull him closer. Your nose lightly grazing against his. Your breath on his lips. Eyes half lidded. He fought the urge to bring his hands to your hips and close the gap between the both of you completely. Wanting to taste you so badly.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” You whispered.

He nodded as if his brain was short circuiting. “Please, tesoro.” He practically begged, his finger coming up to your chin, tilting your head toward his. His lips nearly touching your own.

“It’s a shame I’ll never get to use it. I would’ve any chance I got.” You shrugged, “bummer.”

You said as if you hadn’t been teasing him for the past few moments. Moving away from him and leaning on the opposite side of the closet. Practically pushing him to the other wall.

Your nonchalance with the last word broke him from his daze.

Copia shakes his head and brings you a little closer to him again. Missing the feeling.

“W-wait I can, cara mia. I’ll-“

The closet door swings open.

Sister imperator looks down at the two of you, eyebrow quirked, frown on her face.

‘I’m dead.’ You thought to yourself. Pushing Copia away from you as if it could help how the situation looked.

Copia panted slightly looking at her.

“Glad to see you’re taking this seriously.” Sister imperator practically growled.

You’re crossed your arms and covered your face slightly trying to hide behind your hand.

“Oh no sister it’s not what you think it- y/n was only giving me a pep talk, and it worked and I’m sort of ready for mass.” Copia smiled awkwardly, your fingers opening to look between the two of them.

Sister imperator shook her head gesturing for the two of you to come out.

“Then we haven’t a moment to lose. Mass starts in 30 minutes.” She tells him impatiently.

“Of course.” He laughs nervously following her to the front of the cathedral.

The two finally leave and you sigh sliding down the door in exhaustion, there’s no way you’re gonna get away with any of that. But at least your plan worked as you’d hoped. It’s not like you were lying, you did look forward to calling him papa. You just didn’t tell him till now.

#ghost #popia x reader #ghost band #ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #copia #copia x reader

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my-mummy-dust · 2 years

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Cardinal Copia x reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, mad Italian man, fluffy fluff at the end

Summary: cardinal is getting ready to go off on tour with the ghouls and he yells at you and feels horrible after 😵‍💫

Word count: 1,453

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You knew how cardinal can be when he’s stressed out, but it seemed like now more than ever. He and the ghouls were leaving for a tour in a few days time and your beloved Cardnial spent his days running around making sure everything was perfect. You admit he’s controlling at times; a perfectionist to word it nicely, but now he was almost manic. He would run around making sure all the costumes were in their respective places, making sure the Ghouls had their instruments, making sure he had the setlist down, everything you could think of he’s checked at least 12 times minimum.

It didn’t affect you much. It bothered you that he would be out of bed as soon as you were waking up and wouldn’t be in bed with you until you were asleep, but you didn’t want to bother him with your petty complaints. You didn’t understand much on the behind the scenes of the tours, and as curious as you were you decided not to get in his way. Untill one afternoon when you had just gotten back from running some errands for seestor, when you walked past the door to the large room where they practice, and were now packing. You decided to put away the groceries and poke your head in. Just this once.

You saw the ghouls putting their instruments in their protective cases and gathering up cords. You saw your Copia speed walking with a checklist and a pen baking orders to everyone else. You pitied them for a second, then scurried to get out of the way of Mountain, who waved to you a bit as he walked by. You waved back and walked over to cardinal and tapped him gently on he shoulder. He jumped and hissed a not so kind word in Italian and turned, his face softened a bit at the sight of you.

“Ai! Amore mío! Eh-What are you doing here?”

He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. His accent was thick and it took you a second to process what he said because of it.

“I came to see if there was anything I could do for you, you’re scaring me with how much you’ve been stressing yourself out”

“Yes, yes, well I can assure you, cara, I have everything under control. There is no need for you to worry about m- Hey! Be careful with those!!- I am sorry Tesoro, hang on just a second”

he said quickly as he ran over snapping his fingers to get the attention a few of the ghouls who were throwing drumsticks at each other. You sighed heavily. You hated seeing him like this but you knew it was a stressful time for him, as it was for everyone. You knew he was just anxious about the upcoming performances. You herd him yelling at the Ghouls and then walking back over to you, looking worse than he did before.

“Darling I really think you should take a break. Just a 10 minute walk outside or something, you’re overworking yourself-“

“Cara, I am fine. I appreciate the concern but I can promise you I am ok. I will go on a walk outside after this, yes?”

“No, Cardi, I mean now. I’m afraid you’ll drop at the rate you’re going”

“Darling, I am ok.”

He got calm, unnervingly calm, annunciating every word. As thick as his accent was, every word he just uttered was crystal clear.

“Copia please just take a break. I’m begging you anythi-“

“SWEET SATANAS I DO NOT NEED TO TAKE A BREAK, I NEED TO GET THIS FINISHE-“

He snapped. For a moment the whole room went silent, and all the ghouls turned to look at the 2 of you. He stopped himself the moment he realized what he had done. Cardinal knew you only meant good and felt a wave of guilt wash over him. You just nodded and turned around and walked back to the hallway, muttering a sorry on your way out.

“-no, no, honey, I did not mean to…yell..”

his voice trailed off as you walked away. He sighed and cursed to himself in Italian and ran a stressed hand through his hair.

“I am getting more and more grey hairs by the day..” he mumbled as he turned to the ghouls, rushing them to finish packing for the day so he could get to you as soon as possible.

As you walked down the seemingly never ending hallway, fighting the stinging in your eyes you decided to make a detour and turned down the next cold hallway. Within a few seconds you were sitting in the ‘chapel’ staring at the stained glass windows and the colors they casted on the floor from the setting sun outside. You looked across the room to see a sister you didn’t recognize praying to Satanas. You looked down bringing your palms together, in front of your chest. With a deep sigh and a sniffle you prayed to Lucifer, asking him to go easy on your beloved cardinal, still deeply hurt that he yelled at you. You sat like that for a while, a steady stream of tears rolling down the side of your face.

The wood next to you creaked a little, and you felt a gloved hand brush a few stray hairs behind your ear and gently cup your chin, raising your face up so your red eyes could meet his. Cardinal looked even more guilty when he noticed that you were still crying. He gently wiped away your tears with his thumb and brought your head to his chest, kissing the top of your head and gently rubbing the back of your head with his hand. If felt nice to be in his arms again. It seemed like you haven’t been held by him in forever with how busy he’s been. You both sat like that for moment, taking in the smell of his cologne and leather until he spoke.

“Amore, have you been sitting here this whole time?”

You simply nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso; with zero intention of letting go. He planted another gentle kiss on the top of your head before continuing.

“I am so very sorry for yelling at you, Cara Mia, I was stressed and- you, well you know how I get when I am stressed. I know you were only trying to help”

You sniffled and looked up at him, eyes still glittering with tears. He cupped you me face in both of his leather hands and kissed you softly, then stood up and held out his hand for you to take. You stood up and he wrapped his arm around you.

“Come, it is getting late and you told me I need to rest, no?”

You nodded and wiped you eyes as he guided you back to his room. He opened to door for you and closed it behind him. You watched as Cardinal took his gloves off and set them on a small table next to a full length mirror. He handed you a shirt of his to sleep in and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came out you had already changed into his shirt and situated yourself under the duvet. He slid in the bed next to you, taking you in his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest. One of his hands was rested on the back of your head and the other was on the small of your back, tracing small circles onto your skin under your shirt.

“Darling?”

He said softly, beckoning for your attention one last time before you fell asleep. You were focusing on the mesmerizing rhythmic beating of his heart and the rising and falling of his chest. You made a muffled noise in response.

“I truly am sorry for losing my temper like that, I know you were just trying to help me; and I thank you for your kindness, topolino. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, you know I would never do that to you, yes?”

His accent wasn’t as thick as is was earlier, but it was still there, and it comforted you in a way you couldn’t describe. You nodded and closed your eyes, taking in as much of him as you could before he was gone again tomorrow, frantically preparing for the impending tour once again.

“I love you Copia”

“I love you more Tesoro, more than words could ever describe”

And with that you both started to fall asleep, you would hear him whispering sweet nothings to you but you were so tired you couldn’t make out what he was saying. A cool breeze came through the window you opened, causing you to cuddle up to him more. He smiled to himself before drifting off only when he noticed you were already asleep.

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Lord have mercy on my little soul. I’ve been working on this for hours. I hope it isn’t cringey because I would die if it was. It’s 1:37 in the morning aaaaa (thank you to @flowercitti for helping me kinda figure out the plot ✨)

I hope you like it, I had fun writing this. This is kinda the first ‘big’ thing I’ve written in a while and the first thing like this for Cardinal I’ve ever written so I’m kinda getting back into the swing of things ♥️

#cardinal copia #cardinal copias italian accent #cardinal copia fluff #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #i spent too much time on this #it’s almost 2am #send help #angst to fluff

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ad-astra-per-aspera1976 · 2 months

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Who wants to read a sneak peek of a Copia/OFC fanfic I’m working on?

12 years ago, the Seventh Seal was broken, pouring forth the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, covering the land with Famine, War, and Death brought about by Pestilence. As the new plague rages with no cure in sight, Astra Collins has a chance encounter with the living embodiment of Pestilence, riding a pale white horse. It changes the World forever.

Excerpt from chapter one:

Astra didn’t like to dwell on dreams too much. Dreams didn’t keep you fed. Dreams didn’t keep you safe.

No. Only a confirmed cure for this Plague would ever compare to the endless dreams of weary survivors.

Astra tossed the last bit of detritus from the flatbed into the burning bit below. Once it landed in the heap, simultaneously she leaned her chin onto the end of pole, while lazily slapping her gloved palm on the side of the truck, a signal to the driver he was clear to return to the depot for sanitization.

The rusty sounds of the truck faded into the distance as she stared into the flames, watching them lick the air and leap about like dancers. It was beautifully morbid, to watch those unlucky souls be cleansed and then float away to whatever heaven or hell lay before them.

Once the embers died down, she would shovel some powdered disinfectant onto whatever remained (though knowing that fire was 100% effective against the disease). But as the old saying goes, better to be safe than sorry, in case a variant of the Plague lay dormant on a scrap of fabric or broken fingernail.

The smoke swirled around her creating whirls and eddies in the air. She liked to daydream it was the trapped souls of the dead, enjoying one last dance macabre in the world of the living. It was peaceful. Serene. Intimate.

Astra looked forward to the communal dinner in a few hours. It was Taco Tuesday, and even though they were a sad imitation, the daily menus helped you feel a sense of normalcy and comfort. Fresh, organic locally grown food would be a novelty in overpriced hipster restaurants back in the Old Days. But here, it was… survival. Nowadays, opening a fresh bag of greasy cheese and onion crisps would make even the healthiest eater swoon with delight.

But as the glowing embers slowly faded into grey, an ominous… sensation, began to creep into the very edges of Astras awareness.

It took a few moments to orient her senses to this intrusion, to become aware of a distant, rhythmic yet vaguely familiar pounding. Getting closer. Then a few more moments to notice the accompanying vibration coming up from the packed earth below her thin boots. A deep tha-thunk, tha-thunk. Getting closer. The faintest jingle of metal against metal, creaking of leather, and the breathy exhalation and inhalation of a large animal.

Unaccustomed to any deviations from the dull routine, Astra surveyed the hazy landscape, curious to find the source of the noise. Seeing nothing of any immediate danger or surprise, she set the handle of her pitchfork onto the ground. Her helmet had a clear plexi front, but it lacked a clear line of sight in her peripherals, so she slowly turned her body trying to pinpoint which direction it was coming. As she turned almost completely to her left, she soon found the source. The sight of it making the fine hairs bristleon the back of her neck. Because the familiar grey smog was slowly being taken over by an eerie, thick, unnatural white fog.

And as the source of the sound began to emerge from that nearly solid wall of fog, her skin broke out in goosebumps, her heart thundered in her throat, she gasped inwardly in terror. Because emerging from that eerie fog, was the largest, most majestic white horse she had ever seen. No. No it wasn’t the horse that shocked her senseless.

It was the ominous figure of the man astride the giant beast.

Garbed in tattered, but well-tailored military style set, made of fine black cloth and leather, adorned with gold embroidery of strange sigils. The fringed epaulets broadened his shoulders, and accentuated the coattails of his jacket, and his leather under-vest richly adorned in gold embroidery framed the curve his waist, frills and cuffs peeking out from the neck and sleeves.

Frayed and well-worn black trousers hugged his ample thighs. A patched and repaired teal blue silk lined cape draped from the back of one shoulder, billowing behind him like waves in the ocean. His clothing was held together with tarnished brass tipped laces and clasps, but still exuded a stately and opulent air.

He was tall and lean with corded muscles, with an air of vitality and jaded confidence. His hair brushed back away from his forehead was salt and peppered like a man in his 40s or 50s.

But it wasn’t the appearance of the horse, or the curious style of his clothes, or anything else, that made Astrid’s heart lurch in fear. It was the sudden realization that the mans appearance was wholly… unnatural.

Though shockingly handsome in structure, his skin was painted a stark white with jet black angular contours, giving his face the clown-like appearance of a deathly, morbid skull.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 1 year

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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐭

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Mary loves watching his little Rat pleasuring himself like this.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Mary x Copia (Mary is trans and AFAB in this fic)

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI or I'll take one sock from each pair of socks you own so that you never have a matching pair for the rest of your life). Boot humping, pet play, oral (Mary receiving), descriptors of cock, dick, clit, and nub used to describe Mary's genitals so if any of these terms are uncomfortable or triggering please don't read!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 849 words

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Listen. Listen, okay. I'm so weak for Copia dressed as a little rat. The terms I have used to describe Mary's genitals are words that I use to describe my own as a trans AFAB person, but I'm aware that there are trans AFAB ppl who don't like to use some of the terms I have so if these make you uncomfortable or dysphoric please don't read. Your comfort is much more important than a fic! This hasn't been proofread bc I'm actually in the middle of a lesson lsekndsfjhd

𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

Mary can’t help but salivate at the sight before them. Had you told them an hour ago this was how their evening was going to pan out they’d have laughed and told you to stop doing so many drugs. But now, as they sit back in their makeshift throne, they think that maybe this is the best turn of events that could have been thrown their way.

“What’s wrong, Rat? Not enough for you?” His voice is taunting as he smirks down at the man at his feet. “You know what to do if you want more. Come on. Say it.”

His little rat, decked out in grey and silver silks and lace, bucks his hips with a whine. For the most part, his Papal paints are still in place. It’s only the lips that are smudged, black and white smearing into a mess of grey from where Mary’s lips have melded against his in a bruising kiss.

“Please,” Copia hisses through gritted teeth, “I need more.”

They hum and lean forward, running a hand through the tousled brown and grey hair atop his head. “More what?”

There’s a moment of hesitation and Mary wonders if they’ve pushed too far too soon. They’re both new to this relationship and this dynamic and the last thing Mary wants is to push Copia into a place that he feels uncomfortable and resentful. He’s not said the safe word yet, however, and that’s the only reason they’ve not ended the scene.

Averting his gaze, the former cardinal speaks once more. “I need more, Master. Please, give me more.”

Relieved, they lean back and begin to press their boot a little harder against Copia’s clothed cock. Their lover moans and tilts his head back as he bites his lip, exposing his bare neck and the bites that adorn his blushing skin.

“Go ahead, my little Rat. I know you want to.”

He practically purrs as he watches and feels Copia hump and rock against the sole of his boot. Papa’s hands, clad in fingerless grey gloves with a squishy pad of pink attached to his palms, grip onto Mary’s boot as he pleasures himself. It’s an unreasonably arousing vision that makes his cock twitch in the confines of his ripped jeans. He palms it, releasing a shuddering sigh as Copia watches him.

“Oh, Master, please let me watch you touch yourself. Need to see how good you feel.”

Mary doesn’t need any further encouragement or persuasion, momentarily taking his foot away from Copia’s groin as he pulls his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and spreads his legs at the knees. Copia shuffles over to the foot he’d been humping and desperately lifts it back into position, licking his lips as he watches his partner run a couple of fingers through his slit and up to his engorged nub.

“Is this what you wanted to see, Rat? Hm?” They gather slick with their middle finger and their hips jolt briefly as it comes into contact with their clit. “Wanted to see my pretty little cock while you fuck yourself on my foot? Such a dirty little Rat.”

The former cardinal mewls, nodding his head as he rolls his hips against the bottom of their boot. “W-want to suck it, Master. Can I suck it? Please?”

Mary’s hand threads through brown and grey hair as they push Copia’s head down to where they both want it most. A gasp followed by a soft moan tumbles from Mary’s lips as their Rat wraps his lips around their cock and sucks, tongue flicking against the sensitive nerves. He’s still humping Mary’s boot, sucking and rocking his hips in tandem. The quiet slurps and groans emanating from between their thighs has more slickness dripping from their core as they tip their head back and allow the pleasure to wash over them.

“Good Rat. Such a good, filthy Rat for Master. Gonna make me cum if you don’t stop.”

Copia’s tongue swipes through Mary’s folds, lapping up his arousal, before replacing it with two of his fingers and returning to sucking his dick. The slow but firm thrust and curl of his fingers bring Mary ever closer to his end, the pleasure coiling in his abdomen and stretching the band tighter and tighter. He’s humping the boot faster now, hips stuttering and faltering as he approaches his climax too.

It's with a shout and the jittering of his hips that Mary cums, fingers tugging at Copia’s messy hair as they ride out the high of their orgasm. Not even a second later, their beloved Rat stops moving and whimpers against their sensitive nub as he crashes over the edge and climaxes. They both pant as the wave washes over them and they finally come down from their highs.

Mary smiles drowsily as he grasps Copia’s chin and tilts it up, both to look at him and to remove his face from his overstimulated dick. He already knows without looking that some of the paint will have transferred to his thighs.

“Good Rat. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

#spicy content #mary goore #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #mary goore x cardinal copia #mary goore x papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #repugnant #smut #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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