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ghostchems · 5 months

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on leather wings - papa emeritus iv x f!reader

copia surprises you with a spooky weekend getaway, culminating in some winged bedroom time

a/n: it's finally here! 2.7k words. fucking, fingering, rough sex kind of, copia being adorable, etc. etc. mdni! 18+! hoping to get myself out of writer's block with this one :') ao3 link! and yes... i named this after an ep of btas

You step out of the car, a ghoul quick to take your bag from you, and you are met with a black Victorian home with an impeccably nurtured lawn. It looks warm and inviting, like there’s a hot cup of tea waiting for you inside. You make your way down the short gravel path to the front door, entering the code you had been texted not long ago. The latch clicks and you twist the knob, pushing the door open and stepping into the dark foyer. A chandelier hangs in the center of the room, dimly lighting the intricate black and red wallpaper and the antique mahogany display case that is filled with witchy decor. A small smile flickers across your face as another ghoul enters the room and whisks you away down a hallway.

At the end of it is a grand dining room with a lush fireplace heating the room. You immediately see him, standing behind the chair at the head of the table, dressed in his usual tattered suit and blue cravat.

“Ah, amore, you made it! I hope the instructions, eh, weren’t too… confusing. I was quite a bit excited when I wrote them.” Papa clasps his hands together in delight. He saunters over to you, his lips pulled into a wide grin. You are quick to meet him, his hands reaching to hold onto your arms and stroke along the backs of your elbows. “How are you? How was the drive, eh?”

“I’m good and it all went smoothly but, Copia, what is all this? Is something going on?” You are excited of course but you can’t help but feel concern. Something about this – the instructions, the ghouls, the dining room table lined with delicious food – has a last night on Earth vibe. The broad smile on his face helps ease the feelings though.

“Nothing to worry about, amore.” Copia can sense your unease, his words light and even. “This is a treat for you and I, something different… something nice, something just for us.” He gives you a knowing look. Copia was never one to complain about his duties even when he was at the brink of exhaustion but it pained him to let it affect your relationship. There’s been less time for you in his schedule and while you understand that his role is extremely important to the Clergy there were times you felt a bit overlooked.

“I was thinking about dinner and then maybe a movie, eh? A classic date.” He is adorable and you can’t get over it. There’s something about Copia in this setting that makes your heart race and your cheeks red. Your eyes flicker around the dining room again, thinking that maybe the two of you would have ended up in a home like this if they lived drastically different lives.

“That sounds… perfetto.” Copia’s face lights up at your poor sounding Italian. He pulls you into him, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, intimate embrace. His breath tickles your ear and he gives it a soft nip before pulling away and squeezes your arms once again.

A movie night that won’t get interrupted by Sister Imperator or one of her secretaries? Your face lights up. It’s been so long since the two of you were able to enjoy each other’s company without some kind of interruption.

Dinner truly is perfect. He made you your favorite: seafood fra diavolo and he makes sure to give you extra shrimps since they are your favorite. Copia has your wine glass filled every time it goes below halfway and he is constantly asking how the food is and if you need anything, anything at all. Copia’s gaze hardly leaves you, he spends most of the dinner holding your hand, playing with your fingers, that you end up almost yelling at him to actually eat between small giggles.

Having him to yourself like this is almost overwhelming. Gradually, after you’ve finished forcing Copia to enjoy his own food, the two of you make your way to the cozy, witchy den and onto the couch.

“What movie? I’m sure you already have one picked out.” You shift closer to him on the couch, your knees touching now. Copia takes the blanket beside him and opens it, draping it across the two of you before he leans against you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Ovviamente.” He breathes against the shell of your ear. “Bram Stoker’s Dracula, if you are still in a, eh, spooky mood.” You can feel him smile into your neck and you suck in a sharp breath, snuggling even further against him under the blanket.

“That’s perfect.” Your voice drops to a whisper. Copia’s arms curl around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him and nestling you against his chest before starting the movie. It feels almost magical that you’re able to sit here with your love in comfortable silence while watching one of your favorite movies. There’s never any silence at the abbey, not until the later hours of the evening when you’re finally able to see Copia after a long day of his duties. The only interruption comes close to the end of the movie when his lips press to your neck, sending a thrill down your spine.

“I have a surprise for you. Una piccola sorpresa.” Copia murmurs against your hair, feeling his breath huff against you. “Meet me upstairs, per favore? Give me like, eh… ten minutes?” You tilt your head up to look at him, taking in the soft smile on his face and you give a small nod. He presses a kiss to your forehead and gets up from the couch, leaving you alone in the den.

This all feels so special. More special than anything he’s ever done for you in the past. You know why it had to be a secret. You would have told him to get some rest instead of planning an elaborate weekend for the two of you. He deserved to have time to himself, to relax after touring the world with the ghouls. But it was just like him to want to spend that time doing something nice for you. This is the first time the two of you have been able to get away from the abbey since you started seeing each other.

And it’s perfect. Your eyes sweep over the den, the spooky decor and interior making you feel right at home. You’re already buzzed from the Papastrello and you feel cozy under the blankets. The grandfather clock in the room ticks away, your eyes fixated on the time, mindfully counting down until ten minutes had passed. You can’t keep your Papa waiting.

After the minutes go by, you start to head up the stairs, anticipation in your steps. The door to the bedroom is slightly open and you try to get a peek into the dim room but you don’t see Copia. You push the door open with a small creak and you immediately hear Copia groan from the bathroom, which stops you in your tracks. You’re sure you’re not too early… but you don’t want to disturb him even though it sounds like he could use some help. You push the door open a bit more, slowly and step inside.

“Amore? Is that you?” Copia asks in a hushed whisper, stress hanging in his voice. For a moment you’re too anxious to answer but you manage to squeak out a response.

“It is.”

“Oh, bene bene.” He sighs, his relief evident in his voice. “I am, ugh, having some trouble with the surprise.”

“How can I help?” You are quick to make your way to the bathroom door, trying to listen in to what’s happening on the other side.

“Fuck. It’ll ruin la sorpresa.” He grumbles to himself “I-I’m sorry you couldn’t see me, eh, completely done.” Before you’re able to tell him not to be sorry at all he emerges from the bathroom and your mind goes completely blank. Even in the lowlight you can see the blush creeping up his freckled shoulders and cheeks. Copia is wearing nothing but a small pair of black briefs, his black gloves with skeleton details and half of his batwing harness, having secured it through one of his arms but not the other. “I, heh, usually have some help getting these on.”

Your mouth opens but you can’t manage words, making an embarrassing grunt as you nod and move in to help him. The leather straps to the harness are smooth in your hands and you work to make sure the other wing is secure before moving to his chest. A breath catches in your throat as your fingers brush along his chest, nails lightly scratching at his chest hair while you pull the leather straps through their buckles. Your cheeks are already burning and you hear your heart thunder in your ears. A groan leaves his lips, his hot breath grazing your forehead which makes your eyes flicker up to his.

Copia’s eyes are dark with devilish lust, his lips parted as he sucks in a sharp breath the second your eyes meet his. His securely fastened arm reaches for you, fingertips slipping underneath the hem of your top to tug you in closer to him by the waist. By the time you finish the last buckle, he has you pressed to his chest with your arms trapped between the two of you. He lifts his other hand to grip you by the chin and tilts your head up to look at him. Your noses are almost touching as your eyes drop to look at his lips.

“Do you like it, amore?” Copia murmurs huskily, his lips hovering so close. You want to tell him that this means the world to you but the way he is looking at you makes it hard to speak. Your lips graze his painted ones so lightly, eyes flickering up to meet his hungry gaze before they squeeze shut as you finally kiss him. The air leaves your lungs when his tongue slips into your mouth, the taste of him enough to take your breath away. Your hands curl around the leather straps to hold onto him as he backs you into an antique desk.

He already has your pants almost off, his hand slipping down the front of your underwear and wasting no time feeling your slick. You moan from his touch, a finger pushing inside of you with ease. Copia shudders and presses his hips to your thigh, his cock throbbing through his tight briefs. He buries his face in your neck as he starts to desperately grind against your thigh while he fingers you, sharp gasps and groans muffled against you. You’re almost light headed by how quickly things have escalated but that doesn’t stop you from slipping your hand between the two of you.

“Do you feel how wet you make me, Papa?” You breathe and he answers with a whine. You push down his briefs, his cock springing free and you take it in your hand, giving it long, languid strokes. Copia shivers, his entire body pausing to take in how good your fingers feel wrapped tightly around him. He lifts his head slowly and your gaze meets his, his pupils blown so wide with lust that they are nearly completely black. You stroke him a few more times before letting go and leaning back on the desk. He huffs at the loss but ends up sucking in a sharp breath as you start to remove your blouse. You take your time, putting on a show for him, making him wait to see you fully. The blouse finally falls from your shoulders and he immediately grabs you, his mouth crushing against yours as his cock presses close to your entrance.

You moan deeply into his mouth and your hands find the leather straps of his harness again, holding onto them tightly. Copia drives his cock into you with a lewd grunt, one hand gripping your shoulder while the other digs into your hip as he fucks into you. It’s rough and possessive, his thighs slapping into yours with each desperate thrust. The desk beneath the two of you rattles with each violent jerk of his hips and you can’t help but hold onto him for dear life. You feel your climax growing inside of you, your abdomen tightening and your legs starting to tense up. He hooks one of his arms beneath your knee and raises your leg up, allowing him to push even deeper inside of you.

You throw your head back and cry out, the new sensation of his cock massaging your deepest, most sensitive spots making your walls flex around him. Copia is panting heavily between whines and growls, his head lowering even further to mouth and lick at your breasts. He groans into your chest and you feel the vibration throughout your body. You feel like you’re teetering on the edge when his full lips find one of your nipples and he sucks it into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. You come undone then and there, shockwaves gripping your body and your walls clenching around his throbbing cock. A growl catches in his throat as he spills inside of you, his hips jerking wildly before slowly coming to a stop. His heavy breathes fill your ear, your hands still firmly holding his harness as he finally lifts his head and takes a step back to give you some space.

“I, eh, got a little carried away.” Copia sighs and runs a hand over his face, his paints already smeared. “You are just too irresistible, amore.” You can see a light blush on his cheeks just underneath his paints as your fingers start to trace along his full lips.

“Oh, hush.” You smile before chewing on your lower lip. “Sit on the bed. I want to admire your wings.” You gently start to push him toward the bed and he lets you, allowing you to guide him until he reaches the edge. He sits and you push him further so that his back is against the headboard. You slip into his lap and your hands immediately go back to his harness, fingertips grazing where the leather straps and his chest meet. Copia gives a low purr as he leans his head back against the headboard, his eyes falling shut as he basks in your touch.

You’re finally able to get a good look at him now, your eyes taking in how the harness shapes his strong chest. He always looked good in it on stage but this is so much more intimate. The dark straps of the harness stand stark against his bare skin framing his broad chest and extenuating his bulging pecs. Touring had been good to him building softly toned muscle underneath his soft curves that never failed to drive you wild. Now you had him beneath you you couldn't keep your hands off him, tracing where the straps sat snug against his skin, his fluffy body hair tickling your fingertips. They drift over his 666 tattoo while your other hand moves down one of his arms, touching at the strap at his wrist and the tips of his leather wings. He huffs and starts to run his hand up and down your back, his wing brushing against it as his gloved fingers glide down your spine.

“I love you.” The words tumble from your lips once your eyes meet. He makes the smallest, sweetest sound of affection, as the corner of his mouth twitches into a smile before nuzzling into your neck. You feel him squirm beneath you, trying to allow you to continue touching him but his fingers twitch until he finally gives up. Copia’s arms curl against you, pulling you against his chest. His wings press into your bareback, wrapping around your naked body in a way that feels so safe. He holds you there, safe in his embrace, and you don’t dare let him go. Copia raises his lips to your ear.

“Ti ameró per sempre. I am with you always, amore.”

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ghulehunknown · 6 months

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Papa Headcanons 🫂🩸

Day 14 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**WARNING - some NSFW included**

Also available on AO3!

My headcanons of the Papas taking care of you while on your period

Primo

Does not fully understand how painful it is for you, but shows empathy all the same, knowing he’d never want to experience it himself

Holds you in his arms, rubs your shoulders and back, and kisses your forehead

Brings you a heating pad and hot chocolate or tea, or anything in particular you’re craving

He is absolutely fine not having sex or receiving BJs from you and does not bring it up unless you seem particularly keen

Gives you his own edibles made from Ministry-grown marijuana

Stays up to watch a movie with you, holding your hand while you’re curled up in pain but quickly falls asleep next to you

Secondo

Has a stockpile of necessary items for all his ghulehs - pads, tampons, pain meds, heating pads, snacks, etc.

Is usually known throughout the Ministry to have extra tampons under his bathroom sink in case you run out or forgot to put one in your purse

Already has towels down on the mattress and is prepared for sex to get messy

Is fine with getting blood on his dick but prefers to shower right after

He’s also perfectly fine to eat you out

Gives you lots of kisses whenever you want

Massages your back

Terzo

First, curses the universe for punishing you simply for having ovaries and a uterus. Second, praises Lucifer that you’re not pregnant.

Will gladly go to the store to get you anything you want or need, but definitely buys the wrong thing (“Babe, what size pussy do you own?” and proceeds to buy the wrong kind of pad anyway)

Drives you to McDonald’s at 3AM because you woke up hungry and craving fries (because oddly so did he)

“Wahoo, blowjob week!”

Keeps saying “You know the cure for your pains, eh? *waggles eyebrows* The feeeemale orgasm!”

Fucking LOVES the sight of your blood on his dick

Excited to go down on you

Enjoys quiet movie nights when you’re not feeling up to sex

Cardinal Copia

Gulps and gets a little nervous

The sight of blood makes him woozy

He’ll still run to the store for you to get what you need, but gets lost and only brings back half of what you asked for (“They didn’t have it!” he’ll claim, sure that he checked everywhere)

Tells you a story about how one time in elementary school some kid kicked him in the balls so he understands your pain

Nervous about having sex and seeing blood but he would try anything for you if you really wanted to

He’d prefer to make you happy in other ways like giving you snacks and back rubs

Dracopia 🧛

“Your cunt looks especially delicious, tesoro.”

Celebrates your body’s natural cycles and praises Lucifer

He already knows your menstrual cycle and knew you were about to start it before you did

Has pain meds blended up in a smoothie for you

Tells you he didn’t buy tampons at the store because you don’t need them *wink*

Practically cums when he smells fresh blood on you

“You are so wet~” “Copia, it’s blood.” “Ehh, yes I know”

Eats you out like a champ

Popia

He drops whatever he’s doing and goes to the store immediately to bring you snacks and tampons

Gets you whatever snacks you desire and eats half of them

Texts you every step of the way in the store (“Okay I walked inside…okay I turned to the right…10 steps down the…3rd aisle? Okie dokie!”)

Content to just cuddle and watch movies with you

Also content to get blowies but particularly curious about going down on you and how different it might be than usual

Nihil

Still thinks you can’t get pregnant on your period

Thinks you bleed out of your pee hole. Actually, he thinks your vagina is also your pee hole. Actually he doesn’t know. There are 3 holes?!

Grumbles, not understanding your pain, but you return home later and a single rose and some pain meds lay on the nightstand with a Hallmark greeting card that says “get well soon” - he’s too out of his comfort zone to buy pads or tampons

Won’t touch your vagina unless you’ve just showered, but will gladly hint at getting a blowjob

When/if you do have sex he wears it like a badge of honor as if he’s just gone to war and braved some unspeakable fate, almost expecting to get praised for doing so

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ramblingoak · 4 months

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Naps With Copia

Chapter 7: Napping With A Monster

Other Naps: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 8 / 9

For @ghuleh-recs 💙 who wanted a nap with a certain vampire cowboy…

Yeehaw Dracopia x GN Reader (this nap is technically part of my cowboy/vampire AU The Vampire's Bride but this can be read on its own!)

These are all stand alone chapters so you do not have to read one before the other! This series came from my post about wanting to nap with Copia all around the abbey. The stories will all have gender neutral readers and soft Copia naps.

Warnings: mentions of vampires feeding, slightly suggestive but still sfw, 800 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

It was strange watching him sleep.

He was completely still except for the slight up and down movement of his chest. Swiss had explained that they don’t need to breathe, but mostly they continued to do so out of habit. Just like how they sometimes ate normal food. It didn’t do anything to sustain them but sometimes they still enjoyed a more…traditional meal.

Sometimes they also did it to blend in.

The old couple that owned the farmhouse seemed oblivious to who they had invited to stay. Only you and Copia were staying in the house though, the Ghouls were staying in the barn. It was a decision that Dewdrop had complained loudly about but one low growl from Copia had shut him up. It was really fascinating to watch how they all interacted with each other and how they respected Copia. It was obvious though that their respect also came with a healthy dose of fear of their leader which did wonders for keeping them all in line.

You turned to look around the sparse room but quickly stopped, hissing when the skin around the bites pulled painfully. He had been on you as soon as the door to the room was closed, pressing you back up against it and mouthing at your neck. Your cheeks heated up at the memory and then at the memory of all the other times he had fed from you so far. You hadn’t expected a vampire’s bite to be so—

“You should get some rest.”

His gravelly voice startled you, his accent a little thicker than normal due to how tired he was. The fight with Mary had taken a lot out of him and even after feeding from you he still needed time to recuperate. You looked down at your hands and shrugged.

“I’m not tired.”

“That’s a lie.” He smirked when you glared at him, your eyes first mesmerized by how bright red his were before trailing down to the blood still staining his mouth. Your blood. “I saw you yawning all through dinner.”

“Shouldn’t someone keep watch?”

“Keep watch from who? The owners don’t seem the type to kill people in their sleep.”

“What if they realize you’re not…people?”

“Then I suppose the Ghouls will have something besides deer and rabbits to feed from.” He held out his hand, the fingers wiggling in the air towards you. “Come here.”

“Are you still hungry?” You were crawling towards him anyway so his answer didn’t really matter but you still wanted to know. “Do you need to feed some more?”

His hands were surprisingly delicate but there was no doubting how strong he was when he easily lifted you up and settled you at his side.

“I always want to feed from you.”

You shivered at his words, ducking your head down to hide your blush from him. He probably already knew how much you enjoyed it. Copia could feel your pulse against his lips and he could hear how fast your heart would start to beat. You hadn’t even protested the last few times, you had willingly given yourself over to him. Offering your neck like it was his anytime he wanted it.

“You can if you need to.” The unspoken ‘if you want to’ was heavy in the air. Copia leaned down, sniffing at your neck at first before running his tongue along the fresh bites. “Please.”

“Such a polite thing you are, even to a monster such as myself.”

You leaned your head back sharply to catch his eyes. There was a smirk on his face that didn’t match his tone but before you could try to question it you yawned, your mouth opening comically wide. He raised an eyebrow as you finished, your jaw even popping loudly when you closed your mouth. It seemed like a silly thing to apologize for but you did it anyway.

“I’m sorry. I-I must be more tired than I thought.”

“Then sleep, we can take a little nap together before night falls.”

You weren’t sure what his plans were when that occurred but currently you were too tired to care. His body was warm thanks to your blood pumping through his veins and you clung to him embarrassingly tight, enjoying the feel of his arms around you. The excitement of the past few days seemed to have finally caught up with you and it was becoming impossible to keep your eyes open.

“Copia?” You waited until you heard his soft ‘hmm?’ before continuing, “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

His chest vibrated under your hand but you were too close to sleep to tell if he was laughing or grunting to acknowledge what you said. You let sleep claim you then, your body going slack against the most dangerous man in the Wild West. It was impossible to say if he was a danger to you but deep down it didn’t matter.

He wasn’t a monster to you anymore.

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dantesunbreaker · 7 months

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Red Velvet Lines

(Dracopia)Papa Emeritus IV x GN!Reader

It's the Clergy's annual Halloween ball, and you're without a date. But its seems a certain pair of mismatched eyes are watching you from across the room.

TW: Alcohol, blood drinking, suggestive themes, implied hypnotism 2.3K words (There is potential to write a NSFW part two later? Maybe?)

GIF by preqvelle

All Hallows Eve is one of the most celebrated occasions amongst the clergy, and tonight is no exception you think as you find yourself mingling amongst your fellow siblings of sin. Every year a grand ball is held, siblings and ghouls alike invited to in or out of costume to drink, dance, and socialize. Many come with partners in tow, few getting a kick out of silly couples costumes, while others come alone. Whether it be in hopes to leave with a newfound bed mate for the night, or simply to have a good time by themselves. You aren’t sure which of those you would consider yourself.

Without a date for the night, you find yourself sticking to the outskirts of the room, mingling with your siblings and making a clear point to avoid the dance floor. But as the night drags on, you find yourself leaning against the bar, whiskey sour in hand. That’s when you feel eyes on you from across the room, a prickling tingle that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. Play it cool. Don’t draw any extra attention. Slowly, casually, you turn around, eyes making a wide sweep until they stop on a pair of eyes staring right back at you. Breath leaves you in a hot gasping huff. Cool winter mint and frigid white ice watches your every move. Something about his eyes both chills you to the bone and sparks a burning flame at your core.

Of course you know who he is, the former Cardinal turned Papa. But you can’t understand why his attention is on you of all people. There were plenty of other brothers and sisters of sin in attendance. Siblings that are far more attractive than your own plain features. Yet, you still feel his gaze on you even as you turn back to your drink. Why would he have any interest in you? You attempt to put the current reigning Papa far from your mind, focusing on savoring the last sip of your drink. But that turns out to be a little hard to do.

“May I have this dance, mio caro?” You spin around at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. There is a flutter of your heart as you come face to face with the same multi-colored eyes.

“Oh, um... Papa?” You stammer nervously, wringing your hands and shifting from foot to foot. “Are you sure that you want to dance with me? I mean.. I’m sure there are plenty of beautiful sisters that are simply dying for the opportunity to dance with you. And well.. I’m just me.”

A warm, hearty chuckle is your response, dismissing your self depreciative comments as a gloved hand takes yours, whisking you away to the center of the dance floor. It amazes you how effortlessly he moves you, as if you were floating on air, pulling you to his chest with practiced ease.

“I have no doubts that there are many siblings desperate for the chance to be in your place,” Copia hums into your ear, keeping your hand in his, while the other hand rests on your waist. “But, they all share the same flaw. None of them are you, piccolino.”

Heat flushes your cheeks, eyes cast down to your feet with a wave of embarrassment while giving no resistance as Copia begins to sway you both in time with the song softly echoing around you. That feeling soon is all but forgotten though as suddenly you are being spun out from Copia’s arms, only to circle back in until your chests touch. You are far from being a dancer, more than likely to trip over your own feet. But Copia seems to know how to lead you well enough, swaying you both across the room with ease and skill that would make onlookers think you have been doing this for years.

As the song draws close to an end, Copia pulls you up from a dip and brushes his lips against the shell of your ear. “Let’s go outside, catch some air, si?” It’s a hushed whisper, only loud enough for you to hear, and you find yourself nodding in agreement before you have even processed what he said. Too caught up in feeling enraptured by the way he moves your body and holds you close.

The music fades, and Copia seamlessly transitions from dancing to holding your hand and leading you off the dance floor. Together you slip from the room unnoticed, a brisk walk through the corridors of the abbey until coming to a secluded balcony. It feels like a rush of adrenaline as you step outside into the crisp air, goosebumps rising as it feels like little pin pricks biting at your cheeks.

But that shoves to the back of your mind as you are spun around, back facing towards the beautiful gardens below. Something tells you that you should be afraid, ready to turn tail and run, but you are mesmerized by soft alluring eyes as Copia draws near. Under his spell, you don’t want to run. You would allow yourself to be devoured by the beast.

“Do you trust me, amore?” Your back presses into the cool stone of the railing, caged between Copia’s arms resting on either side of you. His voice is rich as honey, putting you at ease and leaving you wanting more. Even as he leans into you, breath tickling your neck, you can’t seem to resist the charm of his soft and sweet touches. No matter how much your brain screams no, your body succumbs and outweighs all rhyme or reason.

“Yes,” you whisper, breathless, eyes closing as your head tilts back at the feeling of Copia’s lips brushing the delicate skin of your neck.

You feel rather than hear the soft vibrations of Copia’s chest as he gives a pleased hum, a hand snaking around the back of your head and anchoring in your hair. Lips press against you, soft and warm along your neck, lulling you into a false sense of safety. For a moment later, you feel twin sharp pin pricks of pain from the very spot Copia presses against your neck. Eyes snap open, mouth dropping in a silent gasp as you clutch at Copia, fingers digging into one shoulder and grabbing a fistful of his hair. Tugging harshly barely has Copia moving even a fraction of an inch.

Warmth spreads from your neck, you can feel something trickle down past his lips in the brief second you break the vacuum seal Copia has on your flesh. Blood no doubt. Your blood. Though it should send fear striking down your spine, there is something about the way Copia’s tongue soothes over the wound he has created that has you slowly returning to a lax state in his arms. The grip in his hair loosens, the hand clawing at his shoulder smoothing to a soft caress as you instead hold him to you.

A sudden rush of euphoria seems to drip through your veins, pleasure keeping your limbs heavy and compliant. Pain fades until all you have to focus on is the feeling of Copia’s plush lips, the soft lapping of his tongue as he greedily drinks up whatever you have to offer him. Carding your fingers through Copia’s hair, you focus on the heat that pools between your thighs. You feel almost suspended on air, as if Copia’s teeth at your neck were the only thing keeping you from floating away.

But through your haze of ecstasy, you notice the freckles of black that are closing in on your field of view, sucking in a deep breath becoming suddenly difficult. A spike of fear hits your chest, but lethargic limbs keep you from being able to struggle. All you can manage is a trembling double tap to Copia’s shoulder as your fingers tighten in his hair. You plunge head first into darkness, a feeling of peace washing over you.

“Tesoro,” through the dark silence, a soft voice breaks through, calling to you in a loving tone.

Softly groaning, your heavy eyes gradually flutter open to find piercing eyes inches from your face, watching you with great intent. Your mind is foggy, but you recognize Copia’s gentle features. Though, the crimson that paints his bottom lip, bleeding into the once crisp white along his chin is peculiar. A lucid smile paints your face as a hand drops to cup his painted cheek.

“Guess I took a little too much this time.You were unconscious there for a few minutes” Copia gives you a sheepish look, arms around your back and supporting the back of your neck. “Mi dispiace amore mio. You taste so delizioso, I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s okay, C,” the smile on your face reaches your eyes, regaining your senses the longer that he holds you in his arms. “Besides, it’s not all on you. I should have signaled sooner.... I may have also gotten a bit too carried away. Still haven’t quite learned my limits yet.”

Gathering your strength, you push up to crash your lips against Copia’s in a heated kiss that is all tongue and teeth. You taste the salty copper tang on his lips, a unique hint of sweetness that you’ve come to learn is entirely you. It doesn’t take long though before you need to pull away, gasping to suck much needed oxygen into your lungs. Copia of course has full composure, though his paint is a bit worse for wear. Black and white paint has mixed with your blood into a dull brown from lip to chin.

“Give me a minute to get my breath back and I’ll fix your paint up,” you sigh between gasps, holding Copia by the shoulders as you work on supporting your own weight. There is a soft twinkle in his pearly eye that is full of adoration. "We can't have you going back looking like this, Sister Imperator would be livid."

Gentle lips brush yours, not quite a full kiss, but enough you feel their presence without being deprived of the room to breathe.

"Why bother going back?" Copia's nose touches your own, his cool breath fanning across your cheeks. "I can think of plenty of other things I'd much rather be doing with you back in my chambers."

You scoff, giving a playful swat to his shoulder. "Because a certain Papa is expected to give a speech, and I won't be taking the fall for the reason you are late again,” you fix him with a stern glare, recalling the reaming you received from Sister the last time.

At least Copia has the decency to give a flash of shame, like a puppy being caught being naughty. But it doesn’t last long.

"You can have me however you want later tonight,” you catch the look of mischief in Copia’s eyes and quickly amend your statement. “After! You can after you are finished with your expected Papal duties for the night."

Overly dramatic, Copia deflates, bottom lip jutting out in an adorable little pout. But he concedes. He is just as worried about the harsh lecturing you both would get for being late the second time in a row. It’s best not to play on thin ice. So Copia doesn’t fight it, your eyes locked together as you take the time to collect yourself, placing a firm hand at the center of Copia's chest when you feel you are able to manage on your own.

Knowing what to expect as the outcome from your game of cat and mouse, you have one of the emergency make up kits that would normally be used for when Copia was on tour stashed behind one of the statues in the corner of the balcony. While ideally you would want to clear his whole face of paint and start with a blank slate, that wasn’t an option. It would take too much time, and you would be late, which if that were to be the case you would rather skip it all and go to Copia’s room.

So you settle for scrubbing at the stubborn paint of his chin, only stopping once it gives way to pale white skin. Once patted dry, you dip into the white grease paint, slathering a thick layer across the bottom half of Copia’s face. When you have achieved a full and even coverage, you shift your focus to touching up the black of his lips. As you set about setting the paint, you think that it certainly isn’t your best work, but under the dim lights of the ballroom you doubt anyone will notice.

“All done,” you humm happily, giving Copia a light pat on the shoulder as you pack the supplies back into the kit. When you glance back up, Copia’s smile is practically radiant.

“So,” Copia takes a step back, giving an extravagant twirl before spreading his arms out as if to display himself. “How do I look, amore mio?”

“Handsome as ever, Papa,” you smile fondly as you tuck the paint kit back away in its original hiding spot, knowing one of the ghouls would later come by to retrieve it. “Come, let’s get back before Sister sends someone after us.”

Stepping in stride with you, Copia spreads an arm out across your back, tucking you close into his side as you enter the building. Music still filters down the hall, a quiet hum that lets you know Copia’s cue hasn’t been missed yet. You might just yet might be able to go without any suspicion being aroused.

“Amore,” Copia however, cuts your train of thought short just as you open the double doors to the ballroom. “My apologies..but you uh have a little..something dripping from your neck.”

Of course, you catch sight of the twin red velvety lines slowly dribbling down the side of your neck in the reflection of Copia’s white eye....Just as you hear Sister clearing her throat from beside you. Copia gives you a sympathetic smile, but you can see the mirth in his eyes. But in the end, you think that your fun is worth a little ass chewing from Sister.

#papa emeritus iv x reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #copia x reader #popia x reader #dracopia x reader #dracopia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #hot damn this was fun to write #spooky season is upon us #not getting my hopes up that this will be well received but damn do I love this one

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bupia · 6 months

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prompts 39, 45, and 3 w/ copia🤭 <3 tysm ily

MIRROR SEX

"I'll take care of you." "Will you let me be your first?" "Is this okay?"

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: Copia is a VAMPIRE on this one; mentions of blood; blood drinking; dirty talk; Italian swearing; fingering; unprotected sex; breeding)

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Day 19 | Day 21

Today, it fell upon your shoulders to undertake the responsibility of tidying up Cardinal Copia's quarters. While not the most glamorous task within the Ministry, it was a duty that inevitably needed to be fulfilled, and today, you were the chosen one.

Armed with a bucket and a mop, you ventured towards his quarters, entrusted with these humble tools, a key, and a rather peculiar gaze from the fellow siblings.

You approached the door to Cardinal Copia's quarters, taking a deep breath before inserting the key and turning the lock. The door creaked open, revealing a room with dim lighting and ornate, strange decor. It was a space that reflected the Cardinal's unique taste.

You stepped inside, glancing around at the antique furniture and a dark tapestries adorning the walls, with a silly poster of a cat beside it. The room was a bit cluttered, and dust had settled on various surfaces. You couldn't help but wonder how long this room haven't been cleaned.

With determination, you placed the bucket and mop in the corner and began the task of cleaning. As you moved about the room, dusting and mopping, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. It was an eerie sensation, as if the very walls had eyes. But you brushed it off as mere paranoia and continued with your work.

"Are you the one they sent today?" Cardinal Copia's voice echoed in your ears.

Startled, you spun around, frantically scanning the room from side to side in search of the source of the unexpected voice. You had assumed you would be alone in this task.

"Cardinal, you surprised me," you said, trying to regain your composure. "Yes, I was sent to clean your quarters today."

You responded to him, though uncertainty lingered about the origin of his voice. You continued to search, your eyes darting around the dimly lit room, which offered enough obscurity for someone to conceal themselves in the shadowy corners. As you scanned the room, your eyes eventually landed on a figure emerging from one of the dimly lit corners. It was indeed Cardinal Copia, dressed in his signature ecclesiastical red attire.

"Don't let me stop you. Carry on with your duties."

"Cardinal Copia," you greeted him with a respectful nod, your heart still racing from the initial surprise. "I apologize for not noticing your presence earlier. I was just beginning to clean."

He smiled faintly and approached you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "No need to apologize, topino. I enjoy a bit of mystery and intrigue now and then."

You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you wondered what exactly he meant by "mystery and intrigue."

"I'll do my best to be thorough with my cleaning," you replied, trying to maintain your composure.

Copia watched you for a moment before retreating to a nearby chair, seemingly content to observe your work. You continued your cleaning duties, feeling his eyes on you as you moved about the room.

The way Cardinal Copia's gaze bore into you began to make you feel a tad uneasy. While there was a certain allure in having the Cardinal's attention directed your way, it was also an unusual occurrence to see him outside of his quarters, and his intense scrutiny was beginning to grate on your nerves.

"Cardinal," you spoke, turning to squarely face him. "Is there something you require?"

"Me?"

"Yes," you continued, resting the mop within the bucket. "You've been fixated on me, and I couldn't help but wonder if you had something to say or needed assistance with something."

"Sometimes, I find that watching is just as pleasurable as partaking," he said, his voice low and sultry.

Your cheeks flushed as you considered his implications. The room felt charged with an electric tension, and you realized that the Cardinal was making no effort to hide his desires.

"I see," you replied, your voice quivering slightly. "I'll continue with my cleaning, then."

You returned to your duties, more aware than ever of his watchful eyes on you, as you tried to maintain your composure in the face of his audacious advances. Suddenly, you felt Cardinal Copia's arm enveloping you from behind, drawing you tightly against his chest. You froze in place, his grasp unyielding. He inhaled deeply as he positioned his face near your neck, his arm securing you firmly. His nose brushed against your skin, then his lips, and something sharp made contact, followed by the gentle caress of his tongue.

"Do you know why they sent you here today?" he asked.

"N-No..." you stammered.

"Because your Cardinal is hungry," he whispered seductively into your ear. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"I-I... I should finish my cleaning," you stammered, your voice quivering, even as you made no attempt to break free from his grasp.

"Don't worry about it, someone will clean up after I'm finished with you," he whispered, his tone laced with mischief.

Your heart raced as he whispered those words into your ear, and you could feel the sharp sensation grazing your skin again. Despite the fear that coursed through you, there was an undeniable allure to the dangerous situation, as if Cardinal Copia's dark desires had awakened something within you. Your breaths quickened, and your body responded to his closeness in ways you hadn't expected. A mixture of fear and curiosity flooding your senses. You knew this was wrong, but a part of you couldn't deny the thrilling attraction to the forbidden. Your body felt trapped in the web of desire and danger that Cardinal Copia had spun around you.

He tightened his grip on you, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. The sharpness grazed your neck once again, and he inhaled deeply, savoring your scent. You couldn't help but tremble, caught between the urge to escape and the inexplicable pull of his presence.

"Excuse me," he whispered.

And then, you felt it, the sharp yearning at your neck, and the realization dawned on you; Cardinal Copia was a vampire.

The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as his fangs grazed your skin. You couldn't help but shiver as he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck, his lips parting. As his fangs pierced your skin, a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through your body. Your hands clung to his arms, and you let out a soft, involuntary moan. Cardinal Copia's lips locked onto your neck, his tongue flicking over the wound, lapping up your blood. It was an intense, intimate act, and you found yourself torn between the fear of the unknown and the strange allure of his touch.

His hold on your waist gradually slackened as he withdrew from your neck. Cardinal Copia's tongue flicked across the bite mark, and his hands settled on the sides of your body. He kissed the mark, sending shivers coursing through you, and you whimpered softly. His hands explored your form, caressing every contour as if he were savoring your essence, worshipping your body. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, his face pressed against your neck, his tongue licking you again, prompting another soft whimper. He repeated the act, as if waiting or testing your reaction, and you couldn't help but moan softly.

"You have an exquisite taste," he whispered. "Your body radiates warmth, teeming with life... Your scent is intoxicating, your heat is driving me wild," he continued to murmur, his hands continuing their journey across your body. "And I can feel it, especially between your legs. What a sinful delight."

"Cardinal, please," you whispered, torn between the need to push him away and the overwhelming desire that made you want to pull him closer.

"Have you ever been touched, topino?" Cardinal Copia inquired, his voice a sultry whisper.

"N-No..." you confessed, your voice quivering with anticipation.

Your breaths quickened, and you couldn't help but respond to his caresses. When his fingers traced down to between your legs, you gasped, your body trembling with longing.

"Can I touch you here?" he asked.

"Yes... Please..." you breathed, your desire palpable in your response.

You moaned softly as he began to explore your heat above your underwear. Your body writhed with pleasure, and you clung to him, lost in the whirlwind of sensations he was unleashing. His fingers danced skillfully, igniting every nerve ending. Your moans grew louder, and your desire intensified with each passing second.

"Is this okay?" Cardinal Copia inquired, seeking your consent as he continued.

"Cardinal... Oh, Cardinal," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "Yes... Yes..."

"Look at you," he murmured. "Look at yourself in the mirror."

Your eyes turned to the mirror in front of you, revealing only your reflection. Cardinal Copia had no reflection, and you saw yourself with a visage of pleasure etched across your face. As you gazed at your reflection, you turned your eyes to see him standing behind you, a wide grin on his face. He slid his fingers inside your underwear, causing you to gasp, and you obediently shifted your gaze back to the mirror as he had instructed.

"Molto bene," he praised you.

You remained transfixed by your reflection, watching as Cardinal Copia continued to pleasure you, his fingers expertly exploring your wetness. The sight of your own face, twisted with ecstasy in the mirror, only intensified your arousal.

"Cardinal," you moaned, "Please, don't stop..."

"I won't," he promised, "Not until you are satisfied."

His words sending a shiver coursing through your body. You whimpered, your hips moving in rhythm with his hand's ministrations. A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, his fingers never ceasing their tantalizing dance. You continued to whimper, your hips moving restlessly against his skillful touch.

"Oh, Cardinal..." you groaned, your eyes fixed on the mirror.

His fingers quickened their pace, and your breaths came in rapid gasps. Lost in the overwhelming sensation, your body writhed as his skilled fingers caressed your clit. You hissed and bent forward, pressing your hands against the walls on either side of the mirror. With his other hand, Cardinal Copia lifted your habit, reaching down to pull your underwear down to your knees. His fingers then found their way to your entrance, teasing and circling it.

You couldn't help but look back at him above your shoulder, his eyes fixed on your reflection with a devilish glint. Your body felt hot and needy as his fingers continued their tantalizing dance. Your hands gripped the mirror's edges, your knuckles turning white with the pressure, as you tried to hold yourself up.

"Please... Inside..." you breathed.

Cardinal Copia didn't need further encouragement. His fingers slipped inside your aching core, and a wave of pleasure surged through your body. You moaned loudly, your legs trembling as he expertly pumped his fingers in and out of you. Every thrust seemed to send electric shocks of pleasure through your entire being, and you couldn't contain your desire.

"Yes, yes, Cardinal... Yes...!" you moaned softly.

Your reflection in the mirror was a vision of pure lust and ecstasy. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, your lips parted in a sultry moan, and your body writhed with unbridled passion. Cardinal Copia watched your reflection with rapt attention, a wicked grin playing on his lips

"Oh... Cardinal... That feels so good," you moaned.

"Does it now?" Cardinal Copia's voice was seductive and filled with amusement as he continued to pleasure you.

His fingers worked their magic inside you, and his thumb rubbed circles over your swollen clit, intensifying your arousal. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, increasing the tempo, and your body writhed in pleasure. Your breathing became erratic, and your moans grew louder. You couldn't take your eyes off your reflection in the mirror, where your lust-filled expression mirrored the intense sensations building within you.

"Cardinal... Oh, Satan..." you groaned. "Please, fuck me... fuck me...!"

"You want me to fuck you, topino?" he asked, his voice filled with desire. "Will you let me be your first?"

"Yes, please, I need you," you begged. "Please, just fuck me."

Cardinal Copia grinned with a look of satisfaction in the mirror. He pulled his fingers out of you and you whined in frustration. He chuckled at your reaction, stepping back for a moment to undo his pants. Then, he pressed himself against your wet folds, his hardness throbbing as it met your hot, waiting entrance.

"Are you sure?" he teased.

"Yes," you whispered softly.

You spread your legs a little further, arching your back, pushing your hips against him, grinding yourself against his length. He teased you with the tip of his length against your folds before finally thrusting into you, filling you completely.

"Ah!" you exclaimed, feeling a bit of discomfort as you adjusted to him inside you.

"Can I move?" Cardinal Copia inquired.

"Yes," you whispered, giving him permission to continue.

Cardinal Copia held onto your hips as he began to move inside you. His thrusts were slowly, but powerful and rhythmic, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned and whimpered, your body responding to his every move.

"Cazzo!" he exclaimed. "I've just discovered something even more enticing than your blood." He lowered his body on top of yours. "What a delectably tight pussy you have."

"Ah... Ah! Cardinal... Yes..." you purred, lost in the feeling of the moment.

He held you firmly, his hot breath caressing your neck as his thrusts grew more intense. Gasps and moans filled the room as his length plunged deeply into you with each motion. Your arousal had made you slick, allowing him to glide effortlessly inside you.

"Merda, how can a pussy be that good?" Cardinal Copia questioned, his voice strained with desire. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to thrust deeply.

As Cardinal Copia's words of praise washed over you, your body quivered with delight. You clung to him, feeling your pleasure build with every relentless thrust. Your walls tightened around his length as he thrust his member in and out of you with long, deep strokes.

"How can your pussy be that tight and wet?" he mused, his breath hot against your neck. His hips moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust making you gasp.

He continued to move within you, his thrusts unyielding, and the ecstasy he was driving you toward grew more intense with every passing moment. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with his own fervent groans.

"Is this because of me, topino?" he inquired, his voice husky.

"Yes... yes, yes, yes, yes!" you gasped in response, your body arching in pleasure, meeting his every thrust with fervor.

You straightened up your body, your back pressed against him, and you began to meet each of his thrusts with one of your own. The incredible sensations overwhelmed you, and you surrendered completely to the passionate rhythm, savoring the feeling of his length penetrating you. Each stroke brought you both closer to the edge, and you could sense him growing even harder inside you with every movement. Your walls clenched tightly around him, intensifying the pleasure for both of you.

"Cardi...Ah!" you whispered. "You're so big! It feels so good!"

His lips descended to your neck, kissing you with fervor as he devoured your skin hungrily. His hot breath on your neck sent delicious shivers through your body, intensifying the pleasure. His hands shifted from your hips to your thighs, gripping them firmly, causing you to clench around him once again.

"Giuro su Satana... Your pussy feels even better than your blood," he moaned in your ear. "Satana blessed you with this, and gifted me with you today." His words dripped with desire and reverence for the moment.

He pounded into you relentlessly, the intensity of his thrusts driving you both closer to the edge. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, a symphony of passion that echoed through the room. His moans filled your ears, spurring you on even more.

"Mmm... Cardinal..." you moaned, your voice laced with lust. "Fuck me... Fuck me hard!"

Cardinal Copia eagerly complied, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. You responded by pushing back against him, your breathless moans filling the room. Your gaze remained locked on the mirror, where you could see the pleasure etched across your face, your body undulating with each passionate encounter. You yearned to witness his reflection too, to see your bodies entwined as his movements grew more urgent, the rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting echoing throughout the room.

"Yes, Cardinal... Oh Satan, yes!" you cried out in ecstasy. "You're going to make me cum... I'm going to cum..." The intense pleasure building within you was reaching its peak, and you could hardly contain yourself.

Your moans grew louder and more urgent as Cardinal Copia's relentless thrusts pushed you to the brink of ecstasy. The pleasure surged through your body, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, ready to tumble into the abyss of release. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding your movements to match his rhythm as he relentlessly drove into you, each stroke sending you closer to the climax you so desperately craved.

"I'm going to make you cum now, sì?" he said. "And when you do, I want you to look into the mirror."

Your heart raced in anticipation as his hand reached down to your clit, his fingers working it fervently while he continued to pound into you with unrestrained abandon. The combined sensations of his thrusts and his skillful touch sent you hurtling toward a powerful climax. He grunted, and suddenly you felt his length throbbing inside you.

"I- Cazzo! I'm going to cum," he growled, relinquishing your clit and concentrating solely on thrusting into you.

He gripped your hips tightly as his own orgasm overtook him, filling you with his hot release. The pulsating waves of pleasure from his climax and the rhythmic movements of his fingers against your clit sent you into a mind-shattering orgasm. Your vision blurred, and your body convulsed with ecstasy. You both moaned in unison as you rode out the waves of pleasure together.

Copia's hand gently cupped your chin, guiding your gaze to the mirror. You watched your entire body tremble with pleasure, your face a picture of ecstasy, until the sensation reached its climax, leaving you feeling utterly relaxed and weak in the knees. Copia held you securely in his arms, gradually lowering you to a more comfortable position, his gentle hand soothing your flushed face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned tone in his voice.

You nodded and managed a smile, meeting his soft gaze as he looked at you with tenderness, his concern reflecting in his eyes. Gently, he lifted you up and carried you to his bed, laying you down there and sitting beside you.

"Mi dispiace, I guess I was a little too rough and drank a certain amount of your blood," he expressed with remorse.

"T-That's... Okay," you replied weakly.

He offered a gentle smile. "Rest now."

You nodded and closed your eyes slowly, taking deep breaths to regain your strength.

"I'll be here when you wake up," he whispered softly, his presence a comforting reassurance as you drifted into a well-deserved slumber.

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egonspenglerishot · 10 months

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“Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me”

Dracopia x reader

Credit to: @theruukot

Warnings: slight blood warning the rest is fluff

Terzo had just been made Papa. He was nervous yes, but he loved the idea of helping the clergy. With his lovely darling by his side he could do anything.

However feeding was a problem at the moment. Even with Primo, Secondo and Terzo out of the way there still wasn’t enough blood, specially with the ghouls. Copia had turned to luring women or men off the street and feeding off them, sometimes until they die.

However his precious darling suggest that he should feed off her. Not all the time, but when times were very tight. And he was…well very reluctant at first. His darling meant everything to him, but he realized if he didn’t eat, he would waste away and his darling would be left alone. He would never wish that upon her, so when he needed to desperately feed, he’d turn to her.

She loved him. She would do anything for him, she would kill for him, die for him. Either way what bliss, she thought.

One particular night after some really really hefty work, Copia decided to have a bath, and the ministry had managed to get some blood in so he could have a glass of blood while in the bath. As he sunk into the bubbles he heard his room door open and his darlings voice call out.

“In the bathroom Il mio topolino”

She entered and smiled. She’d been given a new outfit to wear, only around Copia. It was a ‘mating’ uniform. It was suppose to attract her lover to her, and help them procreate. Blood dribbled down his chin as he quickly put the glass down wiping it on his hands

“Oh my…Topolino don’t you look….ravishable.”

She blushed and smiled. She knew it’d get to him.

“Si, only for you Mia cara”

Copia smirked and washed the blood off his face finishing his glass before putting it a safe distance away.

“Why don’t you strip yourself of that…obscurity and join Papa in the bath”

He smirked as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse

“Si, papa”

Fin

#the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #the band ghost #dracopia #dracopia x reader #vampire popia

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molly-ghuleh · 8 months

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DRACOPIA 🫵🏻 NOW‼️ Write some dracopia, you can choose if is going to be smut or fluff or both. The theme, can be about copia dealing with the fact that as he in love with the reader he can't suck her blood, and is painful.

Ohhhhhhhh you knew exactly what you were doing when you requested Dracopia..... and lucky for you I have so many thoughts about this man. So many. So many.

Written in the setting of the Ministry because if I went with a regency AU, I would have gotten far too carried away...

Warnings: sfw but a bit suggestive, blood, biting, vampirism (duh), passing out/fainting, confessions, dracopia is a sweetheart and doesn't want to hurt you

Reader is gender neutral.

Dracopia

The first time you meet him is after he's already been watching you for a while

He first saw you through his bedroom window, on a sunny day at the Abbey. You were walking along a path in the gardens and the sun shone off your hair so beautifully

He usually hates the sun but it was made for you.

You have a routine, he realizes. You take walks on nice days right after the lunch hour and always go the same way, around the hydrangea bushes and around the small duck pond

But he can only ever watch you from his window, for fear of getting burnt

So the first time you meet Copia is at night, when you can't sleep.

(I feel weird calling him Dracopia as his name okay fight me)

He's working at his desk with his office door open when you walk by on your way to the library for something to read

Huh... that's strange. There usually aren't any Siblings awake at this hour

He gets up from his desk to peer after you and realizes it's you and that now's his chance

He accompanies you to the library because he's a gentleman, he can't let a Sibling walk alone at night (he's enamoured with you and the sound of your voice)

Offers you a comfortable place in his office to read while he works

He likes to work at night so it's not often that he has company, much less the company of someone who smells so good

That becomes part of your routine, too. When you can't sleep, you know you're always welcome in his office and the two of you can sit in silence or chat. He wants to make sure you're comfortable

Once, you fall asleep on the loveseat against the wall. He doesn't want to disturb you but it would look strange if a groggy Sibling in their pajamas walked out of his office in the morning

So he gently picks you up and carries you back to your dormitory (which he's walked you back to several times, so he knows the route by heart)

Your head is tucked into his neck and the pulse of your arteries are so loud in his ears

Your scent is so much stronger like this

It would be so easy to turn his head and just...

No. He can't do that to you. Not without your informed consent

That's the night he realizes he's in love with you. With anyone else he would've just fed without another thought

But he cares so much for you that he can't imagine even pressing his lips against you without your explicit permission

Oh, to press his lips against you everywhere. To feel your skin against his, the strong thrum of your pulse on his lips, the soft sounds of pleasure you'd make as he takes you slow...

He knows it's wrong to think about you like this, while you're asleep in his arms.

But you smell so good, and he needs to know if he'll ever have a chance.

The next night he finds you and explains what he is, what he's done, what he has to do to survive

He expects you to run for the hills or cower away from him, but you don't

You're surprisingly... accepting?

You tell him that he's still the same man as before, and the only difference is that now you know why he's always awake at night

You ask him all sorts of questions. Has he killed anyone? If so, did they deserve it? How often does he need to feed? Do other blood sources work?

And he answers them all completely honestly because he wants you to know you can trust he'll never hurt you

You say that it must be extremely hard for him, to have watched his family, friends, everyone he loves die while he stayed living

(This makes him more emotional than he'd wanted to be, only because it's coming from you)

You ask him if he needs to feed now, and he nearly passes out, because yes, he would love to feed now but are you sure you know what you're asking?

Yes, you're sure

He's shaking when he takes you into his arms for the first time

"Let me kiss you, first"

He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you, until he's certain that you understand he doesn't just want you because of your blood

His lips trail down to the juncture of your neck and shoulder and then he pauses, his fangs brushing against your skin, and then he bites

And oh, your blood is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. He could get lost in you--your taste, your scent, the velvety feel of your warm blood on his tongue as he drinks from you.

It's quite erotic. Not just your blood, but holding you so close makes him excruciatingly hard against you and he can't help but rut into you a few times, making you groan with pleasure

But then you start to get light-headed and dizzy, and your vision darkens around the corners

Copia is so engrossed in you, so wrapped up in his instinct to feed that he barely picks up when you begin to grow limp in his arms

But when you do pass out, he stops immediately.

What has he done? How could he do this to you? You trusted him with your life source and he couldn't control himself

He quickly bandages the puncture wounds on your neck and tucks you into your bed, then leaves

You probably won't ever want to see him again, right? Not after what he's done.

The next night you find him in his office and demand to know what happened, because you woke up alone and cold and feeling weak

He explains everything to you, how he got carried away because you're the most delectable thing he's ever tasted in his many, many years of semi-life

He explains that he didn't mean to hurt you, that there's no excuse for what he did or how he took advantage of your kindness

And you forgive him anyway

He doesn't understand why. Why would you forgive him for something so awful

"Because I love you"

Copia cries and tells you he loves you too, that he isn't deserving of your affections, that he's a monster and you shouldn't waste your life with him

You aren't having any of that so you quiet him with a kiss

You offer to help him feed again a couple more times, but he always refuses because he's terrified of hurting you. He can get blood from other places

Sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat after dreaming of feeding from you, the taste of you still fresh in his mouth and the image of you limp and pale in his arms burned into the backs of his eyes

No, he can never feed from you again. Your blood is too precious to waste, because it's the thing keeping you alive and beside him

If you ask him to turn you, he's extremely hesitant to. He wants you to understand what you're asking, and will refuse to turn you until you give it some more thought. If you still make the same decision after a few months, and you're certain you want to spend eternity with him, he'll turn you.

If you cherish your mortality too much, he'll absolutely respect that and make sure you feel loved and happy and safe every second of your life.

#whooooo baby this is way longer than i thought it would be #“hehe just a few quick headcanons”#nope. let's write a whole story in the form of bullet points #dracopia #dracopia x reader #the band ghost #ghost band #copia x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #count dracopia x reader #ghost headcanons #ghost band headcanons #headcanons

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kissingghouls · 6 months

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Ok so for your prompt list I saw the one for “tasting the others smile” and I immediately thought of Suck Club! So maybe any of your vampires having a smooch after having a snack 🩸

anon, I love you for this. Please enjoy a little Suck Club drabble about The Count 🧛‍♀️ (I can't promise this won't turn into a 50k word epic later...I miss the Count so much)

Sharing a Snack

- Vampire Copia x Reader. / warnings for blood & mild vampire related violence.

Copia’s touch was warm, the soft leather of his gloves capturing the heat radiating off his skin. You loved him like this. Well fed. Alive. You loved him always, of course, but that little spark of playful joy in his eyes reminded you why each time. He drew his thumb across your jaw, sighing as you leaned into his touch.

“Your turn, amore,” he hummed with a sleepy drawl.

“Are you sure, my love?”

Copia sighed and patted his tummy with his free hand. “I’m stuffed, dolcezza.”

You grinned at him and swiped at the blood pooled at the corner of his mouth. You licked it away from your hand, noting the deep growl that rumbled in your lover’s chest. But he would have to wait.

You grabbed the collar of the man trapped between the two of you, exposing the unblemished side of his neck. With the surgical precision Count Copia had lovingly taught you, you pushed your sharp fangs into the man’s neck and began to drink. His blood was thin and hot with the bitter tinge of alcohol and none of the sweet richness that filled Copia’s veins. You released him and let the man hit the ground with a wet thud before smiling at the Count.

He grinned back at you as he leaned forward and caught you in a kiss flavored with the essence of life and cheap tequila. His hands travelled down your back, pulling you in close as he greedily licked into your mouth. He savored the taste of the man’s blood still lingering on your tongue, groaning a little as you moved to pull away.

“Dolcezza,” he whined and reached for you.

“One second.” You bent down and ripped the plastic nametag from the man’s shirt. “See you around Brian,” you quipped as your stuffed the nametag into Copia’s pocket.

Copia raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think cowboys wear nametags, dolcezza.”

You sighed and fished the nametag back out of his pocket. “Let’s go find a man in a hat, then.”

#kissingghouls drabble #my writing #suck club forever #dracopia x reader #vampire copia x reader #copia x reader #dracopia fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #ghost band fanfic

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ghuleh-recs · 6 months

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every day this month I'm going to recommend a different spooky ghost fic! today's rec is:

Stargazing - @brighteyedbushybrowed - E, 1.4k

Did somebody say Dracopia? Oh, nobody did? Well here it is anyway “Can you smell it, cuore mio? Smell how desperate you are for my touch.” He kisses his way down your body, nipping at a nipple along the way. “My tongue.” He continues working his way downwards and hums in satisfaction once he reaches your centre. “My bite.”

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

(browse the other rectober posts here.)

#more dracopia #as a little treat #we deserve it #rectober 2023 #fic rec!!#dracopia x reader #reader insert #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus iv #papa iv x reader #dracopia #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #copia x reader

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ghuleh-witch · 6 months

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Stay ~ Copia x Female!Reader

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explict Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, blood drinking, oral sex, p in v sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader Characters: Papa Emeritus IV, Female!Reader Additional Tags: Dracopia, Vampire!Copia, no use of y/n Words: 3,758 Summary: Instead of meeting the Hat Man in your Benedryl-induced dreams, you meet Copia.

Author's Note:

So you know how people say they see the Hat Man when they take Benedryl? Yea, this was inspired by that idea. This is only the second fic I've written in a second-person point of view, and the first fic I've written in the present tense, so I apologize for any mistakes in point of view or tense. I also apologize for any poorly Google-translated Italian you might see in this fic.

AO3

You can’t sleep. The seasonal changes brought about your allergies and the sneezing, sore throat, and watering, stinging eyes made it impossible to get any kind of rest. You sigh as you look at the two small, pink pills in your hand. Benedryl would be sure to put you to sleep and ease your symptoms. You couldn’t sneeze if you were in a coma. You pop the pills and down a glass of water before changing into your pajamas—a pair of cotton shorts that barely covers your ass, and a thin, white t-shirt. You crawl into bed and make yourself cozy in your nest of blankets, pillows, and plushies. The Benedryl starts to take over and as your eyes grow heavy, a yawn escapes you.

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you wake again it’s dark. The tv show you fell asleep to is long over leaving you stare at a black screen.You sit up and rub your eyes, looking for your phone to check the time. You feel alright physically but you know something is off. As your eyes squint through the darkness of your bedroom, you spot a humanoid shadow in the corner near your window. A chill runs down your spine as fear seeps into your bones. The shadow steps forward and the moonlight illuminates its features. The shadow is a man or something that looks like a man at least. He looks older than you, maybe in his late 40s or early 50s. His face is painted in black and white skull paint and his hair is combed back. The mismatched eyes, one a color you can’t discern, and the other the brightest of white stare into you.

“W-who are you?” You ask, pushing yourself back against your headboard and making yourself appear small. Maybe if you look defenseless whoever is standing in front of you won’t hurt you.

The figure says nothing as he approaches. He’s wearing a dark-colored jacket with fraying around the edges of the lapels, a blue cravat tied around the high-neck black shirt, and tight black pants that were distressed, frayed, and patched dawned his impressive legs. You find the man handsome and fascinating despite the fear surging through you.

The man smirks at you, now just a foot away from the edge of your bed. “I think the better question is what are you doing in my word, cara ?”

“Your world? This is my bedroom,” you said, your eyes darting around as though to confirm you are indeed in your room.

“Hmmm, it may be your room in your world, but you’re not in your world anymore. You’re in mine.” He’s closer, his gloved hands now bracing himself on the bed as he leans forward. He inhales deeply, as though taking in your scent, and lets out a contentful sigh. “You smell delicious, cara .”

“W-what?” You ask, your eyes wide in shock and fear as you lean away from him. “This is a dream. I’ve got to be dreaming.”

He chuckles, a gloved hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “You better hope and pray that you make it safe back to your own world.”

Your eyes snap open as you sit straight up in bed. The sunlight from the window on the other side of the room is filtering through the sheer curtains, bathing your room in warm light. You let out a sigh of relief. “Just a dream,” you say, falling back against your pillows. You feel your heart racing in your chest, but you can’t tell if it is from fear or the touch of the man from your dreams. You might have been afraid, but you get the sense that the man will not actually hurt you.

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It is another night of allergies ruining your rest, and two Benedryl later, you are dozing off once more. You fall into the same dream. You wake up in your dark bedroom and the man from your dream days prior is there once more. He stands at the foot of your bed smirking at you.

“Welcome back, cara ,” he says.

“How did I get back here?” You ask.

“Your mind, eh, reached out for me,” he says as though he’s not sure how you got back there either.

“Who even are you?”

“Forgive me, I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Copia. I already know your name.”

“How?”

“Beh, I have my ways,” he says as he walks around to your side of the bed. “You don’t seem as fearful today.”

“Well this is a dream and you can’t hurt me in a dream. It’s not real,” you say almost smugly.

He lets out a chuckle. “Are you sure about that, tesoro ?”

Doubt fills you at his words. This isn’t just any average dream and deep down you know that. This is different; almost like you fell into a parallel universe.

“Ah I see your gears turning,” Copia says, leaning closer to you. He inhales your scent once more and smiles, flashing your two long, sharp canines. “You still smell delicious.”

Your eyes stay on his mouth and the fangs he bears. “What are you?” You have a suspicion, but you want confirmation.

His lips curve upward. “Why, cara , I am a vampire. I thought it was obvious.”

“It was not,” you respond. “At least not until I saw the fangs.”

“Are you scared?”

You stop and think about it. Were you scared? You aren’t sure how you feel now. Fear isn’t the right word though. You don’t think he will hurt you, and the detail about him being a vampire? That didn’t bother you. If anything, it excites you.

“No,” you answer.

He’s even closer now. He smells of bergamot and cedar and it’s intoxicating. You feel his breath on your skin as he speaks into your ear. “You should be,” he growls as his hand comes to your throat and tilts it away from him, exposing the smooth skin of your neck. You saw a flash of fangs and—

You wake, the sunlight making a bright spot on the ceiling above you that makes you squint. You sit up and look around your room. You’re alone once more.

“Fuck.”

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You want to see Copia again. After the last dream, or visit, you had with him, you find yourself wanting him. You want his hands all over you. You want his fangs and teeth on your skin. You want him all.

Unfortunately, you are out of the medication that allows you to have the strange dreams. As you lay in bed, you will yourself to go to sleep. Your mind focuses on Copia—his face, his eyes, his scent. You’re not sure if you will see him in your dreams tonight. Perhaps he only lives in the dreams Benedryl allows you to have.

Eventually, you fall asleep and wake a few hours later. Your room is dark and quiet. The moonlight gives the room a soft glow. You look at your phone. It’s just after two in the morning. You look around your room and don’t see anyone. Copia isn’t hiding in the shadows waiting to step out towards you. He’s only ever a dream fueled by medication it seems. You sigh sadly as you turn onto your side. You close your eyes, fully intent on falling back asleep, when you hear a voice.

“ Cara ,” it whispers.

You crack your eyes open and sit up. Your window is open now, letting the cool autumn breeze into your room. “What the—” You say sleepily as you move to get out of bed. But before you can swing your legs off the bed’s edge, he’s standing next to you, dressed in the same outfit as the last two visits.

“Is this a dream?” You ask as you blink. You almost want to pinch yourself to see if you are awake.

“No,” Copia says as he steps forward. “I came to your world this time.”

“Why?” you ask, but you already know the answer.

“Because I have to have you, tesoro ,” he says, his gloved hand coming to grip your chin and tilt it upwards to look at him. “ Sono qui per prendere ciò che è mio .” He leans down and his lips meet yours in a bruising and desperate kiss.

Your hand comes up and your fingers curl into his jacket, gripping it tight as your lips move against his. You feel the points of his fangs lightly poking at your lips as he kisses you. His tongue darts into your mouth, tasting you as you let a soft whimper escape your throat. His teeth nip at your bottom lip before trailing down your jawline to your earlobe. You feel this breath in your ear and it sends a delightful shiver down your spine. His fangs graze down your neck before stopping just over your jugular.

A sharp pain causes you to gasp and try to push away from him. It hurts so much and you want to get away. He grips you tightly, holding you to him making escape impossible. It feels like hot daggers piercing your skin and sending molten steel through your veins. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you feel trickles of blood run down your neck onto your shoulders, back, and chest. You feel Copia sucking your life essence into his mouth, and as he keeps going, the pain dissipates into pleasure. The molten steel finds its way to your sex and you can feel your wetness pooling there. As the endorphins flood your body, you moan, tilting your head back even further to give him more access. You feel his lips move upward into a smile against your skin. He seems pleased with how you are taking this now.

His mouth pulls back from your neck and you feel his tongue lick the puncture marks he made. He peppers kisses back up your neck and jaw before coming to your lips again. The coppery taste of your blood lingers on his lips as he crawls onto the bed. Copia's knees are on either side of your thighs as he pushes your upper body back down onto the mattress.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to go and I will,” Copia says when the kiss breaks. His hand finds its way under your night shift and you feel the leather against your skin.

“Please,” you say almost needily. “Don’t stop. Stay.” The idea of him stopping is unfathomable. You can’t stop. You need to go further—need that release that’s waiting for you. You need him and nothing else.

He says nothing as he pushes your shirt up over your breasts. Your nipples grow hard at the sudden exposure to cool air. He smirks at you before dragging his tongue lazily over one of the buds. Your head lolls back at the sensation just as he takes the nipple between his lips and sucks on it. You let out a gasp as his teeth teases the sensitive skin. Before you become too lost in the feeling, he’s pulling your shirt off, gently helping lift your head and arms to remove it. The shirt drops out of sight on the floor as Copia's lips return to your breasts. As his mouth toys with you, his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts and panties and finds your center. They slide up and down your slit and it’s like the floodgates open in you. There’s so much pleasure in the simple touch, and you can’t even comprehend how good it will feel when he’s finally in you. He lifts his head and you see his eyes blown out with lust.

“So wet for me,” Copia says as his finger finds your clit. The motion drags a moan from your throat, your eyes rolling back into your head. “And so responsive too.”

“Please,” you whine, arching your hips into his hand.

“Please what, dolcezza ?” He asks. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“You,” you say. “I want your fingers, your mouth, your cock. I want you.”

He chuckles, his tongue flicking over a nipple. “And you will have me,” he says. “When I decide you’re good and ready.”

You whimper knowing he’s going to tease you into oblivion. He’s going to bring you to the edge but pull you back just before you tumble over. He’s going to decide when you can let go and you’re okay with that.

“I wonder if you taste as good as your blood tastes, eh,” Copia says as his lips move from your breasts and presses kisses down your stomach. He pulls his hand out of your pants and tugs your shorts and lacey panties down together. They join the shirt on the floor. Copia’s eyes roam over your body, taking in every detail of you. “ Bella ,” he breathes, his fingers trailing down your chest before slipping between your thighs.

He rubs your clit, making you moan again and buck your hips. Copia smirks as he moves back and lowers his head. He gives you one last look before his mouth is on your pussy. His tongue flicks over your clit and swirls around it as his hands hold your hips down, preventing you from bucking against his face. You moan, your own hands finding their way into his hair and gripping his mousy locks. You’re getting close. You feel the pressure building in your core, aching to snap and come undone. You know you’re not going to last much longer when he slips his tongue into you.

“I’m close,” you pant, your fingers twisting in his hair and tugging. You can feel your release reaching its crest, and before you go over that peak, Copia pulls away from you. You let out a whine in frustration as your fingers are forced to let go of his hair.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he teases, his tongue licking his lips as he looks up at you. His skull paint is smeared around his mouth allowing the pink of his lips to show through the mix of now gray paint. “I’m not done with you just yet, cara .” His mouth moves to your inner thigh and he presses more kisses to your skin. He glances up at you before sinking his fangs into your thigh.

You are prepared for the feeling this time. That sharp, searing pain returns and you let out a whimper, but like the first time he bit you, the pain fades into a feeling of ecstasy. You watch as he takes your blood, his eyes are closed as though he is relishing in the taste. His mouth pulls away from your thigh before he licks the puncture wounds clean.

“I can’t decide what tastes better. You or your blood. Both are exquisite,” he says, crawling back up to you and kissing your lips.

You taste a mix of your blood and your juices on his lips and it turns you on even more. He pulls away from you and is kneeling between your legs. You watch as he pulls the blue cravat from his neck before he peels off the jacket he’s wearing. You sit up and bat his fingers away from the buttons of his shirt. His eyes focus on you as you unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders. Your fingers trace the lines of a “666” tattoo about his nipple before replacing them with your lips. You trail kisses along his chest as Copia’s fingers thread through your hair. His fingers curl into a fist and tugs, pulling your head back from his chest so you’re looking into his eyes now. His mismatched eyes bore into yours before capturing your lips with his again.

Your hands slip between your bodies and begin to work the laces of his pants. You take the time to stroke his length that’s straining against the material of his jeans. He lets out a groan at your touch. You pull apart the bow that’s knotted together and begin loosening the laces as his tongue works its way into your mouth. You moan as his hands move yours away from him. Copia pulls back from you and slips off the bed, pushing the tight pants down his legs. He’s not wearing any underwear, you note. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve been with, and your desire skyrockets. You subconsciously lick your lips and his eyes watch you intently.

“Do you like what you see, tesoro ?” He asks as he climbs back into your bed, positioning himself between your spread legs.

“I do,” you answer, looking him up and down. Your pussy throbs with need. You need him more than you ever needed anyone before.

He hums in response as his hands come to rest on the bed on either side of your head, caging you in as he holds himself above you. He leans down and kisses your lips almost tenderly this time. “Last chance,” he said. “I’ll go if you want me to.”

“Stay,” you say. “Stay with me.”

His eyes are ablaze with carnal desire as he pushes himself back up, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it a couple of times before lining up with your entrance. He slides the head up and down your slit. The moan that left your mouth turns into a whimper as you lift your hips in want. He smirks at you, his eyes flicking to your face as he slowly pushes into you. He stretches you, creating a delicious sting as he fills you.

“You’re so tight,” he pants as he bottoms out in you. “ Cazzo …”

You are in complete bliss. You didn’t think it was possible to feel as good as you do now. “You feel so good,” you breathe. “Oh god, you feel so good.”

He pulls out slowly, almost as though he’s teasing you on purpose before he pushes back into you. You moan as your legs wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper into you. He lets out a low groan, his eyes closing in a moment of bliss before he begins to move. His thrusts are hard and fast making you whimper and moan. Your eyes close, taking in every little detail of how this feels when you feel his hand on your cheek.

“Open your eyes, cara,” he says in a low voice. “I want to see your eyes when you cum.”

You obey and open your eyes to meet his. His hand falls away from your cheek and moves to your breast, massaging it and pinching the nipple as he continues to move in and out of you. You let out a small gasp at his touch and watch as his fingers lightly trail down your stomach and to your mound before finding your clit. He readjusts one of your legs, putting it up on his shoulder and allowing him to push into you even deeper.

You cry out at the new sensation, your fingers gripping the sheets under you while one of your hands grips his arm. Your nails dig into his skin so hard you think you’ll draw blood. You feel your core tighten as a familiar pressure begins to build in you. As he begins to stimulate your clit, you can’t help but let go. Your orgasm is intense as it burns through you, wiping your mind of all thought and making you see white for a second. You clench around his cock, making him moan as he stills in you for a second before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s right, tesoro , cum on my cock,” he purrs. “ Cazzo , you look divine when you cum.”

You can’t form a single response. All you can think about is how he is fucking you and how good it feels. “Oh god,” you moan as he continues to drive into you. His thrusts are relentless as he buries his face in your neck, nipping at the bite marks he created. He reopens the wound and drinks from you again, his cock twitching inside you. You start to feel a second orgasm building in you as he takes your blood once more.

He moans as he pulls away from your neck, his lips bloody as he kisses you hard. His thrusts become erratic and you know he’s close to losing it as well. His face scrunches as though he’s concentrating on something before thrusting into you sharply one…two…three more times. He’s panting something in Italian that you can’t make out. You feel him spill inside you and it’s enough to set off your own orgasm, milking him of all he has to give. He lets out a low groan as his forehead rests against yours, his eyes closed.

The two of you are silent allowing the sound of your heavy breaths to fill the room. He opens his mismatched eyes and stares into yours.

“ Sorprendente ,” he whispers, his lips finding yours again. He pulls out of you and moves to lie next to you. You let out a small whine at the loss of him before you roll onto your side to look at him. You know he isn’t going to stay. This isn’t his world after all.

“Will I see you again?” You ask, hoping and praying you will.

“You will,” he confirms, his gloved hand resting on your cheek. “I wish I could stay, but the sun will be up soon and I must return to my own world.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

You didn’t know how soon was soon, but you trust him.

“Sleep, cara , I’ll stay as long as I can,” he says, this thumb stroking your cheek gently. It’s as though he has a hold over you and you obey, closing your eyes even though you didn’t want to. You feel his hand leave your face and rest on your hip as you slip into sleep.

When your eyes open again, it’s daylight out and Copia is gone. You’re convinced it was all a dream, but when you start to come to your senses, you realize you’re naked and your pajamas are still on the floor. You slip out of bed and go to the mirror hanging on your closet door. There are two small puncture marks on your neck and on your thigh. Your finger runs over the tiny bumps on your neck and you smile. You will see him again and you hope it’s in his world so you can stay as long as you wish.

Translations: Cara: dear/darling Tesoro: treasure Sono qui per prendere ciò che è mio: I’m here to take what’s mine. Dolcezza: sweetness Cazzo: fuck Sorprendente: amazing

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ghostchems · 6 months

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i just spent like a whole 10 minutes thinking about it but pls could i request a dracopia fic with 22 and a lil bit of 28? Maybe a bit spicy but im just thinking about the blood tbh lolthank youu sm!

lil 900 word drabble with food ol’ dracopia. violence, blood, and a lil spice below the cut!

You’re on your knees in front of him, your hard gaze on the floor at his feet. Copia loves to toy with you, to push you until you are nothing more than his plaything. Your nails dig into your knees as he starts to circle you, his shoes tapping on the marble floor, filling the silence between you. You don’t dare look up at him but you know that he must be grinning from ear to ear, amused by your obedience. His leather glove rests on your shoulder and he gives it a hard squeeze. There is no comfort in his touch, only control.

“We will be trying something different today, my pet.” His voice is smooth and his hand reaches for your chin, grabbing it harshly and forces you to look up at him. The moment you look up at him, you know you’ve lost the game. You swallow thickly, lip quivering from the hungry look in his mismatched eyes. “No need to worry, tesoro. If you do exactly what I want from you, there will be no punishment — only a reward for your good behavior.” Copia’s lips quirk into a cruel smile as he lifts his hand to smooth some of the hair out of your face. Like the fool you are, you believe him and you lean into his touch.

“You haven’t earned that yet.” He growls and cruelly pulls his hand away, wiping it on his black shirt. You look up at him with wide eyes, your hands settling in your lap while waiting for his instruction. Copia loves to make you wait, to lock his eyes with yours and keep quiet until the unease takes you over and you find yourself begging him for orders. He doesn’t make you wait long, instead taking a few steps away from you and resting his hand behind his back. “You will help me with my meal, pet. You’ll hold them down while I feed. You will make sure I am sated.”

You nod, knowing better than to speak to him. He gives you a sinisterly warm smile and it makes a flash of heat rush to your cheeks. Copia takes his time turning on heel and leaving you alone in the room to fetch his snack. You slowly bring yourself to your feet as his orders start to sink in. You’ve seen him feed on yourself and others before but you’ve never taken part in it like this. He is testing you and you feel honored but the idea of helping him take so much from another person doesn’t sit well in your stomach.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Copia returning, a mischievous glint in his eyes while holding a man up by his shirt. He looks weak, his shirt torn and his hair messy, his head hanging low before he’s able to lift it to offer you a haunting grimace. Copia shoves him in front of you, his expression changing to the cruel, twisted creature that you’re so used to. Fear takes hold again and you’re quick to obey, grabbing the man, who puts up no fight, and bracing his arms behind his back.

Copia strikes with inhuman speed, his fangs sinking into the man’s neck. He screams in response, his arms jerking and you try your damndest to keep a tight hold of his wrists. Suddenly, Copia presses in further, his fangs sinking deeper and deeper. His back is forced against your chest and you let go of his wrists only to wrap your arms around him to keep his arms by his sides. Your eyes flicker to Copia and you realize he’s been watching you this whole time.

He winks at you before he tears a chunk of flesh out of the man’s neck. Blood stains your clothes and you stumble as the man flails, a gurgling scream ripping from his lips. Copia latches on to him again and soon the man is quiet. You feel his fingertips on you, his hand trailing up your waist to your chest to then tangle in your hair as he keeps feeding. Your arms start to grow weak from holding the man and your knees wobble from Copia’s touch, always weak for it. He seems to sense this, shoving the body between the two of you to the ground causing a quick moment of panic and fear in you.

He was too strong, you couldn’t have possibly kept the body upright, could you? Was he sated? You failed. You failed the one thing he asked of you and —

Your thoughts are interrupted by Copia’s blood-stained lips crashing against yours. The kiss is hungry and possessive, and you melt right into it once it registers that you’re not in trouble. A gift. Copia is giving you a gift. You groan as he tugs at your hair even harder, your eyes squeezing shut while you savor the taste of him. He pulls away from the kiss, a soft smile on his face.

“You did well, pet.” Copia pats you on the cheek, though there is nothing comforting about the touch. “Clean this mess up.” He gestures to the body on the marble floor between the two of you then offers one more pat, this time on the shoulder, before leaving you alone.

You look down at yourself, your already tattered clothes now covered in blood but that doesn’t keep the dumb smile off your face.

#Cardinal copia x reader #Dracopia x reader #dracopia #Cardinal Copia #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus x reader #the band ghost fic #Copia request #papa emeritus iv #copia

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honeyynymphh · 2 years

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| Nocturnal Me |

Papa IV (Dracopia) x FemReader rating: E word count: 6k warnings: blood drinking, semi-public sex, dom/sub undertones, google translated italiano

The Haze is open from sunset until sunrise every day of the week. Some people, like you, order a margarita with a silly little cocktail umbrella shoved in it and a slice of lemon.

Others order the AB negative and should drink it quickly before it congeals.

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It’s nearly two in the morning and perhaps it would be wiser to just go straight home but after tonight’s shift, you need a drink. Besides, where you’re headed isn’t far from home and you know when you walk down the little non-descript alley and up the narrow stairs into the club that there won’t be many people there. After all, it is a Tuesday—or should you say Wednesday—which isn’t exactly peak hour. But the club is open. The Haze is open from sunset until sunrise every day of the week without fail.

When you give a tired nod to the security guard standing by the heavy door at the top of the stairs, he opens it for you without a word. It’s dark inside and you let your eyes adjust to the dim red lighting before you wind your way through the scattered arrangement of ornate chairs and lounges as the speakers pulse with some heavy synth beat. It’s a strange place full of strange people, it’s not somewhere you go to unless you know someone…or something. There is always some young idiot who somehow manages to find Haze and will proudly flash his ID and smugly tell the security guard the password to get in. They never last long—usually leaving less than an hour later—whether it be the front or the back door.

You reach the long bar and slump down at a plush velvet stool as you smile tiredly at the bartender. Their blue hair glitters amongst the low lights and they blow a kiss as you approach.

“Rough shift, kitten?” they say, long arms leaning across the bar and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You nod. Quartus is always on bar duty—you swear they never sleep. And well, you guess they don’t really need to. They lean back with a grin and quickly throw some unknown cocktail together. When he passes it to you, you take a tentative sip. it’s tangy and fresh and so you gratefully take another mouthful.

“Thanks, Q,” you say between sips. “How’re tricks?”

They shrug, the jingle of many chains accompanying the movement. “Pretty quiet tonight—though Max was here earlier, she said to send you her regards.”

You chat with Q for a while, telling him all about the absolute douchebag of a new doctor you were stuck with assisting tonight. It’s always great being able to blow off steam here. The nature of the club means most of the patrons tend to avoid sunlight where possible and like to order the rarest steak you can get. While not everyone that walks through the doors at Haze is a vamp, most are. Not many humans tend to enjoy what the club has to offer but you love it here. Hell, maybe you should have taken Max’s offer to turn you but what were you going to do with eternal life? Watch re-runs of The Nanny with your cat forever? Not bloody likely.

You turn around in your seat and take in the room. Lined with velvet booths and filled with an assortment of brocade furniture, it does look like something from some typically cheesy vamp film but it suits the place. Past the bar you sit at is a short hallway that leads to a smaller antechamber with another bar and a dance floor. There is a set of velvet curtains loosely tied back further down past the second bar. It’s never spoken about but when you come to Haze you don’t go past the velvet curtains unless you’re after something not explicitly stated on the club’s menu.

When you worked here during those early university days, it had certainly been an eye-opening experience. You’d hear about vamps and the other nighttime creatures but it had all seemed so mythical. They kept to themselves—it was better that way. But here, they didn’t need to hide or keep playing at being human. You would have quit after the first week if it hadn’t been for Q and Max.

Tonight there are a few familiar faces that you recognise and as you look around the room you give them a smile when they meet your gaze. It’s when your eyes land on the last booth right before the hallway that you frown.

You turn into your seat to look at Q. “New guy?” They look up and glance in the direction you tilt your head in.

“Uh, yeah,” says Q. “Weird. Been sitting there all night. Ordered one drink—AB neg—and then just sat there the whole time. Swear he’s had one sip.” He frowns mockingly at you. “You get me bad shit, kitten?”

“What? No!” you whisper fiercely. You'd only helped Max get blood one time. And that had been enough—you'd been terrified of doing it again and getting caught. But it had given Max an in. “You got a problem, talk to Max.”

You sneak a glance at the man alone in the booth again. The lighting in Haze is pretty shit—deliberately. Most of the patrons can see well enough but your human eyes struggle in the dim light. He’s not wearing anything that would be considered out of place for Haze—in all honesty, the jeans and worn band shirt you'd thrown at while still at the hospital are the most out of place amongst the leather, chains and vinyl most of the patrons and staff are wearing. But this man is wearing what looks like a finely tailored suit, it looks black but it could be any colour in the darkness of the booth. You can only barely distinguish his right profile but the man had to be in his fifties at least, his dark sandy hair looking grey at the temples. It wasn’t common to have older vamps at Haze but most of the undead tended to look young. And the older ones usually preferred to go to the club up on the high street. It just wasn’t usual to see an older one here, especially one so quiet. They usually didn’t shut up.

It was possible he was human but he didn’t seem to radiate the usual nervousness that humans did.

He looked bored.

At least you thought he did, it was hard to tell. His face was painted—again, not that outrageous for Haze—but unlike Q with their smudged coal eyes and messily rouged lips—the man has his face painted like a skull. His face is a stark white while around his eyes, the hollows of his cheeks and his lips are painted black with meticulous care. You wondered if he used a ruler to do it. He looked so neat in a macabre sort of way with his hair combed back and the leather gloves on his hands, both of which are holding onto the stem of his glass. Q is right, you think, noticing the glass is practically full.

“How long has he been there?” you ask, dragging your eyes away.

“Since eleven.” Q shrugs. “He’s not disturbing anyone so it’s cool.”

You forget about the skull-painted man and continue chatting with Q until it’s nearly three o’clock. Knowing you had a full week ahead of night shifts, you quickly drink the rest of the cocktail before wishing Q goodnight.

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Work is tiring and you don’t get back to Haze until Saturday. Unlike the previous night, it’s absolutely packed. You can always tell who the newbies are—well, the human ones. Their eyes dart around and they always look so panicked no matter how they try to hide it. They usually leave, but if they’re brave enough (or stupid enough) they stay. They might just hang around the main bar having drinks and talking amongst themselves. A regular might even take pity and talk to them—though you swear they do it mostly for the laugh.

Slinking through to the side of the bar, you wave at Q and duck through the small door there. It’s staff only but they don’t mind you using it. Quickly you head into the small staffroom to change into a sleeveless halterneck dress in an inky black. It’s nothing outrageous, but it’s a favourite that hugs your body and features a slit on the side that borders on indecent. You let your hair tumble freely and quickly apply some makeup to look less like a walking zombie before you leave your bag there and head back to the bar.

“You know I love that dress,” says Q when you return. They pass you a passionfruit concoction and you hop on the stool across from him. “The toilets aren’t working, by the way, so you have to use the ones at the other bar for patrons.” He scoffs. “Kit overindulged on some pretty thing last night and literally vomited his guts up in the staff toilet. It’s fucking clogged up.” He pointed an olive on a toothpick at you. “Do you know how hard it is to find a vamp plumber?”

You just shrug and occupy yourself by sipping on your drink before Q mutters to themselves and returns their attention to a group at the other end of the bar. The clink of glasses is lost to the beat of the music around you and lean back against the bar as your eyes wander around the room. It is the best place to sit, tucked away at the corner of the bar where you can see everyone else and close enough to the hallway so you can watch the people who head down past the other bar and through the curtains.

People are chatting and laughing, you can see others hitting the dance floor in the other room—the lights reflecting off undulating bodies that are pressed close as they move to the hypnotic beat. In here it’s a bit more relaxed, many are sprawled out on the french chaise lounges with limbs entangled as they talk amongst themselves but your attention is drawn to the booth across from you.

That man from the other night is sitting there again but this time he isn’t alone. There are several women with him—at least you assume they are. There are four of them—two sitting on either side of him—and they’re all dressed the same. All wear black dresses and their heads are donned with black veils accented with electric blue and shimmering gold. They look like nuns. Though not the sort of nuns you’d ever seen before. The booths in here are like pockets of darkness, for anyone sitting in them can see the rest of the room with relative ease but it makes it hard for anyone outside of them to see in if the occupants are leaning back. There is one nun on the edge closest to you and you can make out the slit in the side of her dress (definitely not typical nun attire) and the ornate inverted cross that dangles from her neck. It’s not that strange but the cross isn’t just the usual inverted cross - it looks like a styled G.

Not a symbol you recognise. And after spending so much time here you certainly have seen many different symbols in your time.

You can’t hear anything the nuns are saying with the loud music but they’re all giggling and talking animatedly while he just sits there and listens.

You turn to Q. “I see that mister AB neg has made some friends.”

Q shakes their head. “Yeah, he’s been here every night. Same drink but barely touches it.” They shrug. “Some of them rocked up just when you left the other night. All dressed like they’re from some weird church. One of them I swear was a priest.” He shakes his head again. “For a moment I thought they were part of that protest group—human rights and all that bullshit.”

“A priest?” you let out a small laugh. “It’s just the look, right? Like everyone else here.”

“I dunno, kitten,” Q says with a lazy smile. “Looked legit. Expensive looking fabric. Wasn’t shopping at Costumes ‘R’ Us.” The smile fades. “They ended up going down back though—they’ve got the last room rented for the entire week under ‘The Clergy’—never heard of them before.”

That piques your interest and you turn to look at the group again. Your breath catches though as you find a pair of eyes staring right at you. You hadn’t been able to see the painted man’s face that clearly before as he had mostly been in profile but his eyes are on you now. The right eye is perfectly normal amidst the black paint but his left eye is an eerie but brilliant white. It’s unsettling but entirely captivating—it was like being faced down by some sleek predator.

You quickly break eye contact, trying to ignore the feel of those eyes on the back of your neck as you turn around.

“Shouldn’t stare I guess,” you mumble into your drink, draining the last of it quickly.

Q laughs and takes the empty glass to make another. “Better watch out since your his type.”

“You said he barely touched it.” You scowl at Q as they shake the cocktail and pour it with a flourish before sticking a jaunty little pink umbrella in it.

“Yeah,” Q agrees. “Maybe he likes it fresh.”

You fling the umbrella at their head but they just catch it with lightning speed and stick it behind their ear. With an exasperated sigh, you jump off the stool. You do your best to ignore the booth filled with the man and his strange entourage and head to the restrooms in the next room. When you come out of the stall to wash your hands, two of the nuns waltz in. Their arms are linked as they giggle until one pulls away to head to a stall. The other comes next to you at the basin and stares at her reflection before she tries to fix the veil on her head.

“You don’t have a spare bobby pin, do you?” she asks you with a smile.

You shake your head. “Uh, no, sorry.”

“No worries,” she says and continues to try and fix the veil on her own.

You try to ignore her but your curiosity it too great. It’s now or never if you want to know who they are. You sure as hell aren’t going up to them out there. Stealing your nerves, you take a deep breath as you dry your hands with one of the small towels provided.

“So, are you in a church?” you say, trying to keep your voice casual. You gesture with the towel at the cross around her neck before you throw it in the hamper. “I don’t recognise the symbol.”

The woman pauses with trying to straighten her veil and her gaze finds yours in the reflection of the mirror.

“Yeah, church.” She’s smiling again but it’s an unsettling sort of smile. It makes your stomach flip. “But not the usual kind.”

“I didn’t think so,” you say. You try to joke. “Who is the guy? Your next convert?”

The woman lets out a laugh. “Oh, no! That’s Papa. He is here on business visiting our congregation.” The other woman comes out of the stall and washes her hands as the other continues to speak. “It’s an honour to be with him.”

A group of women come bursting into the bathroom interrupting the conversation. The two nuns leave and you follow a few steps behind as you head back to the bar. Q gives you a questioning look when they see you following behind them before they both slip back into the darkness of the booth. You see one woman lean in towards him and whisper something in his ear which returns his attention back to you but you hurriedly avert your gaze and take your seat back at the bar.

“They are nuns,” you say to Q. “And he is… I am not sure. Somebody important? They said he was called Papa.”

“You know," says Q, “I always think it best that I know nothing about patrons. Makes it easier.”

A few moments later Max comes bursting through the door. Her red hair and elaborate getup—seems she had opted for Barbie Goes to a Rodeo look—glaringly bright in the dimness of the club. You get suckered into a conversation with her until she taps you on the nose with a stupidly long nail and saunters off toward the dance floor in the next room

“What a woman,” laughs Q.

You join in with him, barely noticing someone has taken Max’s seat until you hear a voice next to you.

“The AB negative, per favore.”

You twist on the stool to see that the man from the booth is now seated next to you, he isn’t large but he seems to take up all the available space. His leg is so close to your thigh that you can almost feel it. From the few words he’s spoken you gather he must be Italian. The voice is pleasant, though not expected—what you did expect you aren’t really sure. But soft-spoken Italian hadn’t been it.

Q just nods and opens the small fridge under the bar, the coldness blasting from it as they pull a frosted wine glass and then a bag with AB negative scrawled over it in Max’s loopy handwriting. They pour it and then carefully slide it across the bar towards the man.

“Grazie.” He doesn’t even take a sip. He just holds the base of the glass in those gloved fingers of his. The bartender is hailed by someone else and with a glance at you, they move down the other end of the bar.

You half expect the man to say something. Maybe some cheesy “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this” or a “Cum here often? Would you like to?”—always a degenerate fave. But he doesn’t say a thing. This… Papa just sits there for what feels like forever before one of the nuns saunters over.

“Papa, won’t you come with us?” she says with a tap on his arm. “We have a present for you.”

It’s the same woman you spoke to in the bathroom. She’s all smiles and directs her attention to the rest of the group. There is now a fifth nun with them. However, while this one is smiling she looks nervous—like she half wants to run away. She wears a white veil and lacks the strange inverted cross the others wear.

He smiles at the girl, which changes his face dramatically. You aren’t even sure if you could really call it a smile—it looks more like a knowing smirk. That expression and those weird eyes make him look almost demonic and you don’t blame this other white veiled nun for the way she twists her hands together. You just sit there, feeling like an interloper in something you should not be involved with. Maybe you should have looked away but they had boxed you in and made you their unwilling audience.

Papa finally stands and you feel his hand graze against your thigh as he passes. You tell yourself it was unintentional but it burns through the fabric of your dress and you take a deep breath, catching the heady scent of him as he passes by. When they finally leave, you let out a shaky breath. It was the strangest non-interaction you’ve ever had.

“He didn’t even drink it, fucking hell!” comes the voice of Q.

The bartender throws a packet of nuts on the table and glares at the full glass sitting on the bar.

“Oh, they took him away for a ‘present’,” you explain. You shrug. “Probably forgot.”

“It’s just going to congeal and be gross.” They pull a face as they grab a bowl and empty the nuts into it. “AB neg is hard to get—” He pauses and looks at you hopefully. “Ya feel like donating, kitten?”

You grab a serviette off the bartop and crumple it up before throwing it at his head.

“How about I take it, okay?” you hear yourself say as he flicks a nut at you. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

What a stupid thing to say. This was stupid. A stupid idea. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was one fucking glass anyway.

Heading down the back, the drink clutched between two fingers so you don’t warm the glass, you try to keep calm. Yes, you tend to avoid coming down here. While you are certain most regulars know you are off limits, some others may not. And coming past the curtains unaccompanied was an idiot move and sent a certain message.

You pass through the curtains and onto the lush rug that stretches down the hallway. It’s even darker in here. The only light comes from candles in high sconces so that the light flickers against the heavy scarlet curtains that hang in front of the small alcoves. You ignore the sounds coming from the drawn curtains and head towards the end room as Q said.

The velvet drapes are only partially closed when you reach them. This is the largest room available though it is still pretty small. The little alcoves that are tucked away down here usually have a small table and a few plush seats and a few tall pillar candles. When you peek in through the drapes you regret it immediately. You pull back with a gasp and turn to leave but the curtain is sharply pulled all the way back by one of the nuns.

Reluctantly you return your gaze back inside to see that Papa, who’d moments before had his mouth latched onto the neck of the white veiled woman, was gently wiping the corner of his mouth with an ivory handkerchief. The splotches of deep red are clearly visible on the white linen and he carefully folds it before throwing it onto the low coffee table in front of him. The woman he’d only seconds ago been feasting on is curled in his lap like an overgrown cat, her hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket as she blearily turns her heavy-lidded eyes towards you.

You swallow through the nerves that threaten to shake your voice and hold up the glass in your hands as an explanation. “You left this. Quartus—the bartender—thought you might not want to waste it.”

“This is very kind of you,” says Papa. The words are spoken so softly but they roll off his tongue and wrap around you. He taps the girl in his arms and the other nuns quickly move toward him and remove her from his lap. You can hear soft moans of protest as she tries to cling to him.

“Papa, please, no,” you hear her say. “I need you, please, you said fore—”

But her words are cut short as she is half carried, half dragged out of the alcove and back down the hall leaving you alone. You shift on your feet in the silence.

“You will sit with me?” he asks, as if nothing had happened.

The nerves are starting to get the better of you, making any response you may have had become stuck in your throat. This is not where you should be but your stomach flips with those eyes on you. There is something there, an unmistakable pull to this strange creature. While he is attractive, you don’t know him—don’t trust that you can be alone with him. But your feet aren’t listening to your head and you step fully into the alcove and take a seat on a squishy armchair across from the french chaise he lounges in.

You place the drink on the table and try to look anywhere but at him, though it’s pointless.

“I do not need it,” he says. “But grazie…?” You tell him your name but he cocks his head to the side with a small smile. “Ah. But the bartender is calling you…kitten. Si?”

That sends a delicious thrill down your spine and instinctively you sit up straighter. When Q says it, it’s simply a fun little joke. Just his usual flirty nature. But this man says it and it makes you need to squeeze your thighs together. When vamps had first broken free from the coffin and ventured into the public eye, a lot of theories had flown around. Scientists had tried to determine fact from fiction. It turned out most of the myths had been wrong and were merely nothing more than stories. There was no turning into bats or fog. No mind control or excessive charm. They were just people that happened to never die and had the unquenchable need to drink blood.

Sitting here though felt like maybe that wasn’t quite true and that the scientists had been wrong.

You try to laugh it off. “It’s just a joke.”

“Ah.” He nods. “Then I shall not be calling you it then, cara mia” He gestures with one gloved hand to his chest as he leans back into the plushness of the seat. “I am Papa.”

He’s merely a few feet away and the urge to slink over there and let him call you whatever in hell he wants hits you in the gut. You’d never been so tempted to break your own rules of not participating in the nocturnal activities of the club. Maybe he was something else—a demon? You’d only ever met one before and that had been terrifying enough. Mingling with the patrons at the club was tricky, especially if you valued your life. However, you’d never felt more tempted before than sitting in front of this man.

When he gives you a devilish smile, that white eye glinting unnaturally in the dark, you suddenly feel like you’re sitting with the devil. A ridiculous notion but the delicately embroidered symbols you can now make out on the lapels of his jacket are ones that you do recognise—symbols of Lucifer. And there is such a quiet menace that envelops him, a restrained power that simmers under the surface of that perfectly tailored suit. Combined with the way the paint around his mouth has smeared and that he hasn’t quite wiped all the blood from his lips, it’s absolutely monstrous.

Running back to the safety of Q and the front bar definitely seems like a damn great idea but your head still won’t listen to reason. Instead, you're trying to surreptitiously squeeze your thighs together, the ache between your legs insistent now. You can’t ignore how he is affecting you, the arousal and downright morbid curiosity of what he will say or do next holding you in place.

When he leans forward, you swear that his nostrils flare—as if he can scent you from across the room. That mad white eye looks ferocious now, and the way he holds himself looks like he is just barely restraining himself from launching at you like an animal.

Fucking madness.

You shift in the chair and try to concentrate, maybe you can get away with a few minutes of idle chat before you think of an excuse to leave or those nuns return.

No.

Not with that look on his face. You also have a feeling that those nuns of his are not coming back anytime soon—if at all. That thought seems to get you to move and you stand quickly before all reason is lost.

“I should go.”

Papa stands with you and suddenly he’s before you. In one smooth motion, he’s pulled the heavy curtains behind you completely closed and has taken your hand, his lips hovering above your skin.

“You could stay.”

Such a quiet request but he has your full attention, all thoughts of escape have disappeared with his touch. His mouth makes contact with your skin, it’s somehow both hot and cold, burning against you and making the ache in your cunt throb. It's such a brief moment of contact, but when his lips leave your skin he still holds your hand.

It’s impossible to move and even more so to think. He’s far too close. With a gentle tug he brings you even closer, your free hand instinctively reaching out to balance on his shoulder. There is a breathless silence before his mouth is on yours. A sharp nip at your lips has you gasping in surprise but he doesn’t stop. His tongue has found yours and it’s utterly intoxicating. You can taste the blood, which should repulse you but the metallic twang is strangely addictive.

You're not sure how long you stood there while he devoured you, he had freed your hand and so now were both gripping tightly at the lapels of his suit jacket. One of his arms has managed to snake around your waist, pulling you even closer as the other burrowed into your hair.

The sound of moans reaches your ears and you realise that these noises are coming from you. His mouth leaves yours to kiss a path across your jaw and down your neck. A slight threat of sharp pressure grazes against your neck, the teasing tip of sharp canines sending a sweet tingle of both fear and arousal through you. Your stomach tenses—it’s slightly frightening how easily you are ready to succumb to this creature—but he simply continues down until he reaches the juncture between shoulder and neck.

“Hai un odore divino,” you hear him growl against your skin. It’s not a sound any human could make, it sounds feral.

You barely register that he has managed to steer you back towards the french chaise lounge until the back of your thighs meet the gilded edge. He pushes you back until your sprawled along it, one leg dangling off onto the ground. When he joins you, his body hovering over yours as he situates himself between your legs, he immediately pulls your shoes off and there is a flash of movement and a loud rip as the dress you are wearing splits down the middle. It’s not the kind of dress you can get away with wearing a bra so it leaves you in nothing but your knickers.

The shock of air hitting your bare skin pales in comparison to the sight of his hands though. The leather of the gloves has split at the end of each finger and you can see what appear to be sharp claws protruding out. They seem to glitter in the flickering light, the tips of them looking excruciatingly sharp. Your chest heaves with each breath and you watch as those claws retract back, the only evidence they had been there are the destroyed gloves and the remnant of your poor dress.

He’s on you in a heartbeat, the feel of leather gliding up your thighs until you feel him sliding your knickers down your legs and throwing them somewhere into the darkness. There is no time to be embarrassed or to try and hide from him, he just grabs your thighs and spreads them apart before his head is between them.

A sharp nip at the inside of your thigh has you reeling as his hands grip tightly. His mouth is kissing and sucking the sensitive skin—so close to where you want him to go. It’s agonising.

“Please,” you hear yourself say. You’re certain you can feel the curve of that demonic grin against your skin.

“You have to give me something first, cara mia.” Those sharp teeth scrape against your inner thigh. He’s barely touched you but you know that you must be dripping wet by now. You’ll give him anything, he just has to touch you.

“Anything.” It’s more a breathless plea than anything else.

“Anything?” He repeats, his hot breath ghosting over your flesh. His mouth is back on the inside of your inner thigh and you feel the scrape of one sharp fang. One of his hands has finally inched closer to your aching cunt and you nearly scream when a gloved finger slides through your folds, the touch far too light and making your back arch into his touch. “You are sure, cara mia?”

“Yes.” You are barely able to speak. His finger is still teasing, the feel of the leather sliding through your arousal creating delicious friction. “Please!”

“Brava ragazza.”

There is no pause, no gentle easing, just the hot prick of pain as his fangs pierce the skin and sink into your thigh. It burns like nothing else you’ve felt before but the burn is addictive, it spirals up your spine and into your head and then burns through your veins and makes you cry out in unparalleled pleasure. The sensations double when he finally slips that teasing finger inside you and then another, the pleasure building as your eyes screw shut.

There is nothing but the sinful sound of him feeding between your panting breaths. You feel lightheaded. The pleasure he is pulling from you is building, his thumb flicking tight circles over your clit until his thrusting fingers twist and touch that delicious spot inside you before your orgasm comes crashing over you.

When you blink open your eyes, your limbs feeling heavy, Papa is above you looking hellish. The man grins at you, his lips glistening crimson with your blood before he stands. You watch, your mind a pleasant fog, as he removes his suit jacket and carefully folds it before placing it on an armchair. The gloves are tugged off next and he watches you the entire time as if he wants you to try and run.

You won’t. If you tried, you are sure you could stand and make it down back to the bar, but it would be an effort. The blood loss has made you feel weak and that orgasm is still washing over you. But more importantly, you don’t want to run. You want more.

You want him.

His dress shirt is tugged from his trousers before they are also removed. It’s captivating seeing him completely bare, there is strength in those muscles as you watch them shift as he stalks back toward you. But all you are looking at is his cock, the way it juts out making you realise how empty you feel and how desperately you need it to fill you.

The way he moves with predatory slowness until in a blur he’s above you would have caused you to cry out in surprise but he doesn’t give you time for it. Papa has gripped both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head on the lounge.

That wicked mouth is at your neck now, his teeth nipping and kissing until he meets your lips. As you taste the blood on his tongue, you feel his cock settle between your legs and you instinctively try and press your hips forward.

“Please,” you pant between his languorous kisses. “I need it.”

You think you should be embarrassed with how needy you sound but you don’t care. You feel desperate—feverish.

“Please what, dolcezza?”

“Please, Papa.”

A growl leaves his throat as he releases your wrists and leans back above you before he buries his cock in you in one smooth motion. His hands grip your thighs and the angle makes him sink even further, the pleasure of him stretching you making you breathe out nonsensical prayers.

The sight of him above you is captivating as he thrusts into you, those wild eyes boring into you. It feels like looking into the burning fires of hell— the white eye looks eerily red but you dismiss it as a trick of the candlelight. And the entire thought is pushed from your mind when you feel his thumb has reached between you and is now pressing against your swollen clit. The shock of pleasure is electric and you crave more, your hips moving erratically as you try to chase the sweet edge of oblivion.

You want to burn. And he seems to know it because you hear a low chuckle as he leans over you, his chest pressing against yours.

“Would you let me touch you forever, cara mia?” That voice in against your ear is wicked. “You want to burn with me eternally?”

Your pussy tightens around him and he gives one long drawn-out thrust, making you cry out. But then he is still, your legs are shaking and you feel as if you are right on the edge.

“Yes.” The word is out before reason can stop it. Anything to keep this feeling forever. “Forever.”

Finally, he moves again, his pace picking up as your hands reach out to claw desperately at his back—trying to keep him as close as possible. He angles his mouth over yours and you dimly register that he must have bitten his own lip as thick blood gushes onto your tongue as he kisses you.

You swallow it, it’s strangely cold and sits like ice in your stomach. But then it spreads, hot and desperate, your body tensing and pulsating as he continues to fuck you.

“Cum for me,” Papa growls. “Cum for your Papa, little ghuleh.”

The blood in your veins is singing and when Papa’s movements start to become more erratic you feel the beginning of your orgasm hit. Your pussy tightens around him and you feel his cock kick inside you which sends you reeling off the edge. He’s hissing unintelligible Italian against the rapid pulse at your neck as he empties himself inside you, his fangs then sinking down into the flesh.

The pleasure was intense. The pain was blinding.

“Una benedizione empia. Loda Satana. Nema.” You hear Papa say against your skin, the feel of your own blood dripping down your neck.

Your eyes are closed and you cannot make yourself open them. You feel so tired and dimly register him slowly removing himself from you before he sits up and pulls you easily into his arms.

“Sleep little ghuleh,” he whispers against your ear as he holds you close. “Papa will keep you safe.” You feel more than hear the rumble of his low laugh. “Forever.” ---- The character Q/Quartus belongs to ryuzatodraws :)

Hai un odore divino - You taste divine Una benedizione empia. Loda Satana - An unholy blessing. Praise Satan

#ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #papa iv x reader #cardinal copia x reader #dracopia x reader #vampire au #fanfic #fic: nocturnal me #my-writing

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nagitosasshole · 1 year

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𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

Vampire Copia / Papa Emeritus IV

(Dracopia) x reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:

◇ There is mention and description of gore right at the beginning, with only brief mentions of it afterwards ◇

◇ Copia isn't depicted as a 'soft' vampire

(The violence is strictly tied to Copia's vampirism) ◇

◇ Copia is Copia, and Copia is baby- but Copia also accidentally mauled an innocent person to death :^) ◇

◇ Sorta slow burn with lots of angst ◇

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before you get into it, do have mercy on me, please. i've not posted a story since i was 14-15 and it was not a serious attempt at all. this is my first ever actual attempt at a story, so feel free to send in any criticism or opinions, please!!

(and apologies if Copia or the Ghouls are out of character. this is just how i personally think they'd act!!)

love ya,, thanks!!

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(reader) has watched Copia flourish from their anxious, awkward, and generally uncouth Cardinal to a powerful Papa. Years of budding friendship allows them to share nearly everything with each other. Be it shared anxieties, insecurities, or just the feeling of loneliness and not belonging.

Not even his sudden rise to power really surprises them, not when they saw their friend becoming more confident and proud over the years. They helped him through with open arms over his 6 years of coming to terms with himself.

They really thought they helped him through, that they knew everything about him.

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The sight of a panting Copia huddled painfully in a corner of the library as he helplessly claws at his cheeks and jaws, a pair of fingers dipping into his red-stained mouth in an attempt to expel whatever he'd consumed makes that belief fly out of the window.

Forcing myself to look away from my dear friend crumpled up in red, I shakily let my gaze drift a few feet away from Copia. Eyes following the red trail that seems to have followed him to the corner, finding the source sprawled across the libraries antique wooden flooring.

A Sibling of sin, laying in a position that if not drowned in blood would look sound asleep. I internally thank the lorde that their petrified face is lulled down, hidden with messy hair.

My mind cannot get rid of the image of their body covered in gashes and bites, and what looks to be bruises, and…

I feel bile rise in my throat as my eyes wander over their already paling skin, unable to rip my eyes away from the places where their skin has been torn, some places looking like it'd been done by teeth.

My body doesn't allow me to move, only forcing out a broken, chocked whimper as I forcibly move my eyes away from my fellow Sibling. The sound alerts Copia to my presence, making his head snap up as his hand shakily and limply slips from his drooling mouth, leaving a line of transparent red between his puffy lips and gloved fingers. His looks as if his entire world is crumbling around him with just the glossy, overflowing look in his eyes.

I can only sob out a crackly and nearly silent call of his name before he's darting out of the room faster than I've ever seen him. I could only stumble out of the library, expression void and sunken as I slowly walk back to my room, sticking to the walls with a light hand to keep myself upright. My brain finally -for once- spares me some mercy, allowing my thoughts to ease into nothingness. Allowing me to make it to my room with an empty brain as I unceremoniously dump my weighted body to my bed. I don't sleep well that night.

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After that day, I stuck to myself. Everything I enjoyed, I abandon.

Everything I once did to socialize, I abandon.

Even small pleasures and things I enjoy I abandon in favor of hudling under my covers until I'm forced to crawl out of them.

My drop in work quality doesn't go unnoticed by Sister or my peers. I have talk after talk with Sister, endlessly forced to voice why I'm hiding away and shying away from my extra work- only to get nothing out of me.

Even my fellow Siblings notice when I quietly and half heartedly tell them I cannot do their work, or even help them anymore. Never offering a reason as to why.

They'll never know that I see that Sibling from the library when I look at them.

Their very clothing, the habit that I myself wear makes me sick, sending nauseating memories of that night in the library. I've had to cover my mirror and turn around with clenched eyelids as I get dressed.

I can't even bare to look at myself.

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The first week I spend spinning memories of the ghouls and Copia in my brain, frantically attempting to convince myself it was a dream, knowing my Copia would never…

No, not a dream.

It's apparent in the way he's avoided me.

My thoughts only give way to ugly sobs as I suffocate them my pillow.

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The second week I spend repeatedly rocking myself on my bed, back bent over my knees with my arms locked around them, blanket covering my compacted body and i endlessly attempt to self sooth. The fear of what I saw grows along with the disgustingly potent need to see Copia.

I internally curse myself, screaming at and berating myself for wanting to see him. Surely he's not the man you knew. My brain attempts to conjure the word monster in my desprate attempt to right myself, only for it to falter before I can even think it.

I could never think of him as a monster.

My brain is definitely faulty. Some wires or circuits are definitely frayed or fucked up, surely.

But I could never see him as a monster.

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On the third week, I give into desprate mindsets.

Letting myself stare at messy handwriting, intentionally vague, bland…not a word of what happened.

i hope your work is treating you well. i miss your company. you are well??, I wrote plainly, the shake in my writing betraying the anxiety I felt when writing it. In the dead of the night, I sneak out of my room to place the note outside his door. I didn't dare even write my name on the letter for fear he'd discard it.

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On the fourth week, I continue writing notes. Some more stiff and short than others, while some could be long and drawn out as if I were spewing out what was in my mind if he were truly there. There's always an air of emptiness and sadness to my writing.

My notes increased along with my appearances outside of my room. Only long enough to get to and from, but it was progress. There was always an air of panic around me when I dropped of a note for Copia to find. Always to avoid the library in my attempts to catch a glace at or the attention of him.

My efforts only bore fruit a couple of times, and yet they meant nothing. Only the slight widening of Copia's eyes showed he saw me at all before he'd turn his head, acting as Papa once more.

At the same time, acting as if I didn't exist.

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It started with the fleeting sights of the ghouls around me, always watching through the day. That's definitely not a rare or even unappreciated occurrence, but they hardly ever come to talk to me anymore. Usually, my day would be filled with chores, then my optional work later on in the day- be it doing simple errands for the overworked Papa's, or perhaps a Sibling of sin who wants to blow off work, but most of all gardening work with Papa Primo-

All of my off time you'd see me kneeling on stiff, hurting knees as I giggle along with whatever Primo is drawling on about, counting the time on the old-fashioned clock Primo keeps around as I wait for Copia to be done with work. Conversations help me forget time as Primo's aged hands guide and teach me how to properly care for his beloved plants.

A handful of times the two of us are accompanied by a helpful Mountain or Aether, the two helping lift heavy things that I can't manage, even less so the elder Papa. It's always warm, friendly ghouls always wandering through the garden to chat and cut up with me and Primo.

On rare occasions, we even find some of Secundo's ghouls wandering through. They hardly talk, but they prove to be good company still with how attentive they are to the garden's needs, proving to be quite good listeners, too. It's a real treat, but most of our visitors are Primo's own ghoul's, and (now) Copia's ghouls. Primo's ghouls (and the few retired ghouls. cough cough cowbell cough) will always stay near the gardens, ever loyal to their Papa. While Copia's ghouls are just plain and simple the most personable and sociable of the lot.

Soon I found my friendships with the kindly Papa and the ghouls flourishing like the flowers we care for so often.

It's no surprise it bled through "work" and into everyday life. Perhaps I was already friendly with them, knew them because of Copia, but I'd like to think the time we spent working together as a group made us close. It would explain how for the last few years, they made a habit of watching over me and approaching me to talk whenever they saw me.

I always appreciated how they looked over me rather than me being creeped out by it. In a way I understand their odd habits and affections. It made me feel safe knowing that they cared for me enough to have an eye out for me, even the notoriously hotblooded (asshole) Dewdrop.

But nowadays they only watch, and notably only Copia's ghouls. Maybe that's why their lack of seeking me out combined with their increased watching makes my neck prick with a chilled sensation. It just doesn't feel right. Maybe they're worried by my abrupt disappearance from our daily gardening routine, or maybe they can sense my dismal mood. Whatever it is, they don't say anything.

It only makes me want to hide away in my room more. Away from responsibilities and questions, and sure as hell away from who I consider my dear friends unreadable gazes. It makes my stomach twist and churn until I make it my mindless mission to make my way from room to room, never staying in one room longer than necessary during chores. The relief I feel from "evading" a ghoul is always short lived when after only a few minutes, I notice a different ghoul in the room I'm in.

I don't dare call out to them or say anything. Not unless they say something first. The fear pricking inside of me restrains my need to know what's going on, effectively silencing me and forcing my body to continue on with the world's worst game of where's the ghoul. I have an idea of why they're like this, anyway.

What I saw…

Surely whatever friendship I think I had with them was trumped by their loyalty to their master. They probably see me as a liability now. Waiting patiently with open ears for a slip up, waiting for me to break and spout out what I saw. Shouting to my fellow Siblings of sin that our beloved Papa IV is a monster.

That's why on the fourth week, when he finally acknowledges me in full, my heart nearly falls to my toes. With a single note with my name writen in neat writing poised on my bedside table, my heart thunders in my chest.

He had one of his ghouls come into my room and place it, or maybe he did it himself…the thought makes me lean agaisnt my headrest for support as I snatch the letter up with a shaky hand.

If you really wish to do this, come to my room.

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I will be there. I will be waiting.

- yours,

Copia

My nerves make me feel as if I'm going to throw up as I scan my aching eyes over his writing. Even the fact he wrote 'Copia' instead of 'C' makes me feel ill. With a pained groan, I rub my sweaty forehead. "fuck this…", I think out loud, voice broken and scratchy from lack of use. "I'm gonna take a shower…lorde knows I need one."

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additional notes:

alrighty then, thanks for reading all the way through!! hope u enjoyed it!!

i'll have an ao3 account soon enough. hopefully, the formatting will be just how i want it, but until then, i hope how it is at the moment is okay!!

ali

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#copia x reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa iv x reader #dracopia x reader #vampire copia #vampire papa iv #mmmm delicious drama and trauma #ghost x reader #ghost the band x reader #ghost bc x reader #covering all bases with the name smh #papa emeritus iv x reader #Dracopia #first fanfic #dont crucify me pls #the nameless ghouls #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia #papa iv

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papacopia-crucified · 1 year

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Heya. Since you all like my first bat!Copia fic and sent me some heart warming comments and messages, I fell that I cannot let you all down. ❤️❤️ thank you so much ❤️🦇

After Dark pt. 2

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It was a busy week, but not just for you but for Copia too. Me made some mayor changes. His wing finally healed to your joy and he seemed happy too. Always cuddling with your rat Penelope, and it was just so cute. It was finally Saturday morning, cause you finished another long night shift.

“Good morning guys.” You greeted your two favourite companion and that’s when you realised that Copia was gone. You immediately started to panic and checked the window in your room, it was slightly opened, to your uttermost horror.

“Oh… no. No. No. No. Please no!” You went to look after him everywhere in your flat, but he was nowhere, did he flew away from you?

“You’re such a fool (y/n), you cannot prison him here all for his life.” You just happy that he’s fully healed. After all that you went back to check on Penelope, who was peacefully drinking and when she looked at you, you saw something in her eyes, like she was sad.

“Ohh. My poor girl. You miss Copia too? Yeah me too. He was so adorable.” You get her out of the aquarium and placed her on your chest, hugging her close. She burred her little head into you, while you sat down on your bed and sighed.

“I guess it’s just the two of us again.” Your head hit the pillow, Penelope laid down by your side, just resting. As you closed your eyes you felt your eyelids close and your world faded away.

In your dream you opened your eyes. You were not home anymore but I’m the woods. You instantly sat up and you saw that you were indeed in the woods sitting on the ground which was surprisingly warm to the touch. In the distance you heard chanting, it may be Latin so you got up and followed the sound. As you approached the spot you saw that the clothes you wore changed into a crisp white dress, floor length, almost transparent, what made you blush, wore no shoes and a veil or something like that caged your head. You also noticed that a upside down cross necklace was in your neck, and you knew immediately what it was. It was a Ghost necklace, you wore once, but unfortunately lost it years ago. As you were close to the chanting, you stopped to hide behind a tree, only your face what was still visible. And that’s when you saw a group of…….nuns?

“I. Papa Emeritus the Fourth, Child of the night, shall receive the blood of the Unholy Gods Under.”

“And I. Vlad Tepes the Third, Father of all children of the night, Impaler of enemies, The immortal Dracul shall give you my blood, to be the creature who brings chaos and darkness into the World of mankind. You shall receive my blood, to spread my word.” You cannot believe what you seen at that moment. Dracula is real? As you witnessed the ceremony you felt a sudden pull to Papa Emeritus.

“Now to begin with the ceremony, I’d have to drain almost all of your blood, Papa Emeritus the Fourth, and after that you shall drink mine, to close the circle, and to make you my apprentice, my descendant. Do you accept that?” Papa kneeled down in front of his and bared Vlad his neck.

“I accept my Lord.”

“Your body needs to die, your consciousness will remain. Do not fret Papa. It’ll take only minutes, and after that you’ll wake up as one of my kind.” Vlad leaned into Papa’s neck and closed his eyes, after his fangs shoot out and bit down on Papa’s neck. An agonising moan left Papa’s mouth as he grabbed onto Tepes’ arms. His eyes rolled into his skull, as Vlad drink almost all of the blood out of his body. Your body shivered, and you almost felt the fangs enter your neck too. The nuns started to chant something again, it’s Latin, you felt sudden dizziness, headache and nausea. Vlad stopped drinking from Papa’s neck and he fell to the grass, almost lost all consciousness.

“And now Papa Emeritus the Fourth, receive my blood, become the creature of the night.” Tepes sliced his skin with his long and sharp nail and blood dropped onto the floor. He took it to Papa’s mouth and he latched onto it, drinking the warm liquid. Vlad tossed his head back in pain? You did not know, but sure it was weird to see. He looked into your way and you hid your body behind the tree. After a while you went to see what’s happening but Tepes was gone, only Papa was waking up from the ground, sitting.

“There you are Lady (y/n). We have been waiting for you.” He smiled blood dried oh his lips, his hand stretched out for you to take. And you did. He led you out of your hiding spot and approached the still intoxicated Papa. That’s when you realised that what he had become.

“Vampire?”

“We better like it the creature of the night Love. I knew I chose well. And now, we shall crown the new Prime Mover of Papa Emeritus IV. Lady (Y/N) Tepes. My child, daughter of a human, daughter of an immortal.” Your eyes widened at his words.” Do not fret my child. It’s your destiny.” Your dad was sure he’s doing the right thing. You looked over to Papa who was now standing in front of the two of you, his eyes fixated on you. Looking into your eyes and you felt your heart flutter.

“Papa.” It slipped out of your mouth like a prayer.

“Lady (Y/N).” He said in a raspy voice

“I see you’re awakened fully. Now to seal the marriage you Papa have to drink from her.”

“What?”

“My daughter. You chose Papa Emeritus to be yours so I shall give you that dream, but he must……..”

“Vampires!!!” You heard sudden shouting, and felt sudden pain from where your heart was. You only hear Papa as he shouts and catches you in his arms. He sats down with you, holding you close.

“This will hurt love.” He said and with his remaining energy grabbed the arrow which pierced through your lung and tossed it aside. Blood started to flee from the wound and you looked at your Papa.

“Please don’t waste it. Drink from me.” You showed him your neck and he was hesitant.

“I…. I don’t want to it to hurt… cara mia.” He stroke your cheek and you grabbed his hand.

“Please.”

“Alright amore mio.” You sat up and hugged him, also baring him your neck, which he bit down on shortly after.

“Ahh…” you moaned out, not because of pain but because of pleasure, heard every gulp while he drink your remaining blood. He sensed that you’ll pass soon and stopped.

“I…. Ti amo, mia dolcezza. Remember me.” He said and kissed your already cold lips.

You suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, checking your surroundings, you saw that Penelope was still next to you, still sleeping peacefully. It was late afternoon, almost dark outside. And you just processed what had happened in your dream.

“Oh my Satanas Penelope. You cannot believe what I dreamed of….”

And that night you told every little detail about your dream to Penelope,listened to all of your words.

Little did you know that your favourite Papa’s watching you from afar. Still in his bat form, waiting for the perfect moment to meet you again.

Oh boy. There it is part 2. I genuinely don’t know what I’m doing😂😂 but if hope you like it🤭❤️

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#the band ghost #cardinal copia #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #ghost #tobias forge #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #Dracopia #dracopia x reader #bat!copia

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bupia · 8 months

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Bloodlust: Chapter 1 - Dracopia x Fem!Reader

Summary: With the news of a masquerade ball being hosted in your city, your friend invites you to go with her. Despite not being a fan of this type of event, you decide to give it a chance, unaware of the subsequent events that would unfold.

Words: 7.521

Warnings: None for now, this chapter is an introduction to the forthcoming events that will gradually unfold throughout the subsequent chapters.

A/N: This is about Dracopia, so be aware that Copia is a Vampire on this story. And, that his visual is the Cardinal look during 2019.

Available on AO3

As the week went by, another invitation from your friend, urging you to attend the grand masquerade ball that was about to happen in your city came. While the idea of such an event seemed both enticing and cumbersome, you couldn't shake off the feeling that it was a bit too antiquated for your taste. The thought of wearing a dress, adorning a mask, and dancing the night away felt like something that wasn't particularly aligned with you, especially on a weekend.

Nonetheless, it became increasingly difficult to decline your friend's insistence to join. You pondered over the idea, contemplating whether you could bring yourself to attend such a traditional event as the internal struggle continued and you weighed the pros and cons of going to this masquerade ball. After all, it was just for one night.

And now, here you were, standing before the grand doors of the old classic European building, wearing a borrowed dress from your friend. At least, the dress was a stunning masterpiece, its crimson hue setting you apart in the crowd even before you stepped inside. The off-the-shoulder style exuded both elegance and a touch of allure, while the voluminous skirt added an air of grandeur to your ensemble. The velvet material felt luxurious against your skin, the fitted bodice showcased your figure in a way that made you feel beautiful.

"Please, it's just one night," your friend said.

"I know it's just one night, but I still can't understand why you were so insistent on this," you replied.

"It's finally a big event in the city, and waiting until next year is just too long for me," she explained. "I promise I won't ask you for anything for the next... week." She broke into a giggle, trying to sweeten the deal.

"Alright," you sighed, giving in.

Her face lit up with a huge smile, and she practically bolted towards you, squeezing you in a tight hug that bordered on suffocating. You managed a small smile as you looked at her, reminding yourself that at the very least, her happiness was worth the discomfort of attending the event.

"Thank you for coming with me. You're simply the best," she exclaimed, releasing her hold on you.

"I wouldn't say the best, but I think we can manage to have some fun," you replied.

"Well, the important thing is that we're here together!" she said with enthusiasm.

"Yeah..." you replied, your enthusiasm not quite matching hers.

Adjusting the mask in your face, you took a deep breath, before your friend grasped your hand and guided you towards the entrance of the old building. The grandeur of the structure was undeniable – its vintage architecture; richly decorated walls and shimmering ornaments, with the soft glow of chandeliers spilled out from the entrance.

As you stepped in the ballroom, you were immediately greeted by the sounds of music that filled the air. The ballroom itself was a sight to behold, with couples twirling gracefully on the dance floor and guests mingling throughout the space.

Your friend's grip on your hand tightened as she led you further into the ballroom. "Isn't it amazing?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

You couldn't help but smile in response. "It's certainly something."

Your friend's excitement was contagious; you were well aware of how much she loved attending such events. While you were enjoying yourself to some extent, it wasn't exactly your first choice for a weekend activity. But, it was fine, you decided to have a great night with your friend no matter what.

"I think we should get something to drink, what do you think?" she inquired.

"I think is a great idea to start the night," you replied, offering her a warm smile.

She led you towards the bar, where the two of you found a cozy spot on the balcony, overlooking the grand ballroom below. The soft glow of the chandeliers illuminated the dance floor, casting a magical ambiance over the scene. Placing your drink orders, you leaned against the balcony railing, your eyes drifting over the lively crowd below. The hum of conversations and the strains of music created a nostalgic and vibrant atmosphere. It wasn't long before the bartender returned with your drinks, and you reached out to take your glass, feeling the cool condensation against your fingers.

"Cheers," your friend said, raising her glass.

"Cheers," you echoed, clinking your glass against hers before taking a sip of the refreshing drink.

As you sipped on your drink and looked out at the crowd, your gaze came to rest on a figure who stood out from the rest. He exuded an air aristocratic and sophisticated, his presence commanding attention without any effort with his graceful posture and controlled movements. His attire was impeccable. The classic cuts of his dark elegant clothing, with the high collar that hugged his neck added a touch of drama to his ensemble. The cape draped over his shoulders lent him a slightly theatrical, gothic aura, setting him apart from the others.

His mask, a half-face creation, concealed part of his features while revealing one of his eyes. The uncovered eye allowed you a glimpse of his age, he was certainly older than you. Still, your curiosity piqued, and you found your eyes inexplicably drawn to him. You observed from a distance, taking in the subtle gestures, the occasional smiles, and the way he interacted with those around him.

Your friend nudged you, breaking your reverie. "See someone interesting?"

You glanced at her and then back at the figure. "Not at all, I was just looking around and got distracted."

You averted your eyes from him, focusing on the drink you held in your hand, taking a sip through the straw. Despite your attempt to divert your attention, your gaze sliding over to him from the corner of your eye. To your surprise, he had his eyes fixed on you now and it felt as if he were studying every nuance of your being. The way his eyes roamed over you, from head to toe, sent a shiver down your spine. As his eye locked with yours, you quickly averted your gaze to the drink on your hand. You took another sip of your drink, feeling the cool liquid glide down your throat, trying to ignore the fluttery sensation in your stomach.

His unwavering gaze was captivating, and the intensity with which he studied you seemed to tighten that grip on your stomach even more. You fought the urge to bite your lower lip, reminding yourself to maintain composure.

"It appears you've attracted an admirer," your friend playfully remarked, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Really? Who?" you feigned innocence, as if unaware of the person she was referring to.

"That man over there, he can't seem to take his eyes off you."

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you attempted to downplay the significance of the situation. "Oh, come on. It's a busy event, people are naturally scanning the surroundings."

Your friend's nod was accompanied by a suspicious expression on her face, and you responded with a gentle yet nervous smile, hoping to convey your innocence. She returned the smile, seemingly convinced. Feeling relieved, you finished your drink, grateful that she seemed to have bought your explanation. As the two of you moved away from the bar, you couldn't shake the feeling that his eyes were still fixed on you, a sensation that accompanied you as you walked towards a table.

As you settled into your chair, a sense of relief washed over you, and you let out a contented sigh. Just as your friend was about to join you, a woman appeared by her side, extending her hand in a friendly gesture.

"Care to dance?" the woman asked.

Your friend's cheeks immediately flushed with a deep shade of red, the color almost matching the crimson of your dress. Your friend hesitated for a moment, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected invitation. She looked at you, seeking some kind of reassurance.

"Go for it," you whispered, giving her a playful nudge.

With a nervous laugh, your friend accepted the woman's hand, allowing herself to be led to the dance floor.

Left alone at the table, you took the opportunity to observe the room once more. Your gaze inevitably found its way to the mysterious man. This time, however, he wasn't alone. He was engaged in a conversation with a woman, prompting you to consider that he might didn't come alone to the ball.

As you watched them, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It seemed that your friend were wrong; he wasn't looking at you, you didn't caught his attention. Perhaps he was simply enjoying the night, socializing with other guests, and his occasional glances were purely coincidental.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost didn't notice when someone approached your table. Startled, you looked up to find a man standing there.

"May I join you?" he asked, his voice smooth and deep.

You blinked in surprise before nodding politely. "Of course."

He pulled out the chair opposite you and sat down, his lips curving into a charming smile. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you lowered your gaze slightly. "Oh? Really?"

"Yes," he nodded. "By the way, I'm Benjamin," he introduced himself, extending a gloved hand towards you.

"Nice to meet you, Benjamin," you replied, shaking his hand gently.

Little did you know that from the moment Benjamin approached your table, the mysterious man had discreetly glanced your way again. His gaze lingered on you, his expression pensive and contemplative. The woman he had been conversing with seemed to fade into the background as his attention became solely focused on you and the conversation you were having with the man across from you.

"Did you come alone?" he inquired.

"No, actually, I'm here with a friend of mine. She's dancing at the moment," you explained with a chuckle.

"Well, that's good, because I've been hoping to ask if you'd like to dance," he replied, his hand extended toward you.

Before you could respond to his invitation, the man who had been observing you, approached your table but ultimately chose a different table, settling into a seat where he could continue to watch you from afar. You sighed in disappointment glancing in the direction of him. You turned your attention back to the man before you, grabbing his extended hand.

"I would love to dance, but I'm definitely not a good dancer," you admitted with a sheepish smile, allowing him to guide you onto the dance floor.

He chuckled softly. "Not a problem at all."

You and Benjamin stepped onto the dance floor, but, a shiver ran down your spine as you couldn't shake the feeling of his intense gaze fixed upon your back, leaving a sense of unease settled over you, as if you were being closely observed from afar.

As the music swelled around you, he took your hand and placed the other on your waist, his touch firm but gentle as he led you through the steps of the dance. You couldn't help but steal occasional glances at the man who had shifted his position. He still had his eyes fixed on you, but now, there was a hint of annoyance on his gaze. His annoyed look seemed to follow your every move, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.

The music changed to a slower, more intimate melody, and Benjamin pulled you a little closer, causing you to look at him. As you moved to the rhythm of the music, your attention was involuntarily drawn back to the mysterious man, whose fingers now clutched the fabric covering the top of the table with a visible tightness. His expression seemed to have shifted from mere curiosity to something more intense, his focus solely on you and your interaction with Benjamin.

"Do you know him?" Benjamin inquired, tracing the direction of your stare.

"Who?" You replied, redirecting your gaze back to Benjamin.

"The man you've been looking at."

You shook your head. "No, I've never seen him before."

Benjamin let out a soft laugh. "It seemed like you two knew each other, given the way you two have been exchanging glances."

Before you could respond, the music came to an end, and Benjamin guided you back to your table. Expressing your gratitude for the dance, your attention was momentarily diverted. However, your curiosity pulled you to steal another glance at the enigmatic man. Why was he so captivated by you? What was the purpose behind this peculiar staring exchange? And, perhaps more importantly, why were you playing this staring game?

Just as you were contemplating these thoughts, your friend reappeared at the table. You swiftly shifted your focus to her, a warm smile gracing your lips.

"So, how was your dance?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

She beamed, still catching her breath. "It was amazing! She's a great dancer. And she's actually really sweet too."

"That's great to hear!" you exclaimed.

"Now, what about yours? I definitely caught you out on the dance floor."

You hesitated for a moment, glancing briefly at the mysterious man. "It was... quite an experience."

You refocused your attention on your friend, yet the enigmatic man's actions lingered in your thoughts. His behavior was growing more peculiar by the moment – from his intense stares to what felt like a deliberate following of your movements around the ballroom. Why he hadn't taken the straightforward route of initiating a conversation left you intrigued and frustrated. As you sighed softly, the notion that your fascination might not be reciprocated by him crossed your mind, introducing a touch of uncertainty to the situation.

"What was that?" she inquired, catching onto your sigh.

"Oh, it's nothing," you replied, offering a small smile. "I suppose I'm just feeling a bit tiren from all the dancing, or maybe I've been overthinking things."

"I've got an idea that might lighten your mood," she began. "How about we grab another drink?"

Her suggestion drew a chuckle from you, and you nodded appreciatively. "Another drink does sound like a good plan."

With that, the two of you made your way back to the bar, where you placed your orders and leaned against the counter. The music of the event filled the air around you as you waited for your drinks. Lost in the ambiance of the ball, you found yourself watching people on the dance floor. The clinking of glasses and the sound of liquid being poured drew your attention back to the bar. You reached out to claim your drink, and then the two of you returned to your table.

"Oh!" your friend exclaimed. "I forgot to ask for a straw. Do you need one?"

"No, I'm fine," you replied with a slight shake of your head.

She rose from her seat and headed back to the bar. Suddenly, the man rose from his seat, adjusting his clothing, and began making his way towards you. Your heart raced, anticipation building. However, he came to a halt as your friend made her way back to the table, his uncertainty palpable as he seemed to grapple with the decision of whether to approach your table or remain where he was.

"Is there something on your mind?" your friend asked, noticing your distracted demeanor.

You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. "It's just... that man over there," you said, nodding subtly in his direction.

"Which man?" She looked around, scanning the crowd.

You leaned in, speaking softly. "The one behind you at that table, the one who's been staring at me."

She followed your gaze and let out a laugh. "Oh, you mean the spooky, mysterious type? He's been looking at you all night."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "It's not exactly flattering, it's kind of unnerving."

"Well, if he's been staring like that, maybe he's just too shy to come over and talk," she suggested.

"Shy or not, he's definitely making me uncomfortable," you admitted.

“He’s definitely intrigued by you,” she teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Or maybe he’s just wondering why I keep looking in his direction.”

She chuckled. "Well, a little conversation never hurt anyone, right? Why don't you go over there and find out what's his problem?"

"If he's interested in talking, he can make the first move."

With a hint of annoyance, you crossed your arms and cast a pointed glare in his direction. However, he stood there, seemingly undeterred. Letting out an exasperated huff, you doubted he could hear your frustration, yet the intensity of his unbroken stare conveyed that the silent exchange might finally be reaching its conclusion. The man redirected his path, and you seized the moment to take another sip of your drink.

"You know what?" your friend interjected, her gaze fixed on the dance floor. "I think we should hit the dance floor again, I really want to dance again."

"Dance again? We just finished one, and I—"

Before you could finish your sentence, your friend grabbed your arm and pulled you up from your seat. You nearly stumbled and had to steady yourself by holding onto her shoulder. Both of you shared a laugh at the unexpected moment, and then she led you towards the dance floor where two lines were forming, with people on one side and another ones on the other, waiting for the next song to start so they could dance together. Your eyes traced the row of people in front of you, and at the farthest end stood he. For some reason, you found yourself yearning to be the one standing before him.

Your gaze shifted to the random partner who awaited you. With a small smile, you exchanged a brief, anticipatory glance. As the melody of the song swelled, your partner stepped forward, and you mirrored their movement with a graceful bow. They reached you, their hand found yours with a gentle grasp. Their other hand found its place on your waist, and together, you two began to move in sync with the rhythm of the music.

With each spin, perfectly synchronized to the music's rhythm, your partner changes seamlessly, whisking you away in a series of enchanting twirls.

The dance continued and the sensation of his gaze tracing your every movement intensified. With each twirl, you found yourself turning your head to catch his eyes, only to discover them unwaveringly focused on you. Twirl after twirl, his stare remained locked onto you, drawing closer with every rotation. Yet, just as you expected to find him in the next instant, he vanished from your line of sight.

Frantically scanning the surroundings, your eyes darted in every direction until the music reached its crescendo – and there he materialized, stepping in as your final dance partner just as you completed your last spin.

"Mi hai chiesto di venire e eccomi qui," the man said with a grin on his lips.

You looked at him in confusion, not understanding his words. However, before you could inquire further, he pulled you into a close embrace as a new song started. His gloved hands reached for your lower back and for your hand, holding you closed to him, almost pressing your bodies together.

The atmosphere shifts, and it's as if the world fades away, leaving only you and him on the dance floor. His strong yet gentle guidance leads you in a seamless dance, your steps effortlessly synchronized with the haunting melody. His gaze remained unwavering, focused solely on you, and his grip remained firm as he held you close. Despite the masked half of his face that concealed his eye, you found yourself unable to divert your gaze from his captivating green eyes.

He led you in perfect harmony with the music, twirling you and then drawing you in closely as the song played on. The finesse of his lead was such that you felt as if you were dissolving into his embrace. Your grip on his shoulder tightened, and you surrendered to the sensation, closing your eyes, letting him to steer you through the dance.

You surrendered to the comfort of his embrace, allowing your back to gently curve against his arm. Your neck arched back, baring its elegant curve, fully immersed in the moment as though you were ensnared in a spell within his arms. All you desired was to be completely enveloped in his presence, feeling his unwavering support in this instant, as if he would hold you regardless of anything else.

With the final note echoing in the air, you felt him guiding you toward the open space of the dance floor, his hold resolute. As you slowly opened your eyes, you met his gaze, his figure hovering above yours, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

With a practiced motion, he brought you back closer, his grasp secure around your lower back. Taking a deep breath, you tried to shake off the enchantment that had taken hold. Your head gave a subtle, almost instinctive, shake as if to break the spell that had woven itself around you. His hand found yours, and he delicately raised it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your skin.

As the new melody filled the air, his hand gently found its way to your face. Anticipating another dance, you readied yourself, but instead, with a delicate motion, he shifted your hair, unveiling the vulnerable nape of your neck. Inclining toward you, he bestowed a lingering kiss upon your skin. The sensation of his pointed nose and the softness of his lips, accentuated by a mustache gracing the top of his upper lip, brushed against you, creating an impression of savoring your very essence.

"May I have a moment of your time, carissima?" he inquired, his voice a soft whisper close to your ear.

"Y-Yes," you managed to stammer in response.

He wasted no time in guiding you off the dance floor, leading you toward a discreet exit of the saloon. With confident steps, he ushered you to an empty balcony at the rear of the weathered building. The music's distant melodies faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in a secluded haven.

He turned to face you, his gaze intense. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as the night breeze rustled through your hair. His hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he held it gently yet firmly.

"I must admit," he began, his tone smooth yet tinged with a playful glint in his eye, "I've been wanting to talk to you since the moment you walked into the ballroom." He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Is that so?" you inquired, arching a brow in disbelief.

He nodded, his lips curving into a half-smile. "Infatti. I had quite a speech planned out, ma ore that we're here, it seems to have escaped my memory."

The confession caught you off guard, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flickering in your eyes. "Really? And why is that?"

He leaned in closer, his voice a velvety whisper. "Perhaps it's your captivating presence or this vestito cremisi of yours. Or maybe it's the simple fact that I haven't been able to take my eyes off you."

You felt a subtle warmth spreading across your cheeks at his candid words, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "Well, I appreciate your honesty."

A sly smile curved his lips. "Ah, but I haven't just been admiring you from afar, I've been devising ways to approach you, hoping to catch your attention." His grin widened, and he leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Perhaps you can help me fill in the gaps, carissima."

You raised an eyebrow playfully, appreciating his direct approach. "Are you asking for assistance in charming me?"

His eyes twinkled with uncertainty. "Is it working?"

You couldn't help but grin, with a playful chuckle on your lips. "Maybe a little."

"Ah, progress," he said, as if celebrating a small victory. "I've been practicing my 'smoldering gaze' for occasions like these, cara."

"Well, I must say, you're doing a fine job." You laughed, charmed by his candid confession.

He leaned a bit too eagerly and accidentally knocked into a nearby potted plant, causing it to wobble precariously until it fall from the top rail. "Eh!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he looked down at the broken potted plant on the ground. "It seems I'm not just a master of the 'smoldering gaze,' but also a true artist of goffaggine."

You looked down at the broken potted plant, as his self-deprecating humor made you laugh even harder. "A true renaissance man."

He grinned, scratching his head sheepishly. "A renaissance man that sometimes includes unintentional plant rearrangement, sì?"

"It's all part of your... allure," you chuckled, gesturing with your hands.

He let out a laugh, his eyes sparkling as he met yours. "Eh, sono contento di sentirlo. I must say, though, that breaking potted plants was not part of my grand seduction plan."

"Perhaps it's a new approach," you teased, "capturing hearts through horticultural mishaps."

He pretended to ponder this with an exaggerated expression, then shook his head with mock seriousness. "I might need to reconsider my strategy, sì?."

As he held your gaze, a comfortable silence settled between you, the unspoken words hanging in the air. The soft glow of the moon highlighted his features, and you found yourself captivated by him.

"So," you began, breaking the lighthearted atmosphere, "can I ask your name?"

"Ah, of course, cara!" he responded with enthusiasm. "My name is Copia."

"Copia?" you repeated, tilting your head to the side as you looked at him. "I've never heard a name like that before."

He chuckled softly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, I like to think I'm as unique as my name."

"It suits you," you replied with a gentle smile.

He bowed slightly in response, his manner almost theatrical. "Grazie, carissima. And may I have the honor of knowing the name that accompanies such a lovely smile?"

You introduced yourself, and a warm smile formed on his lips. As he took another step closer, your heart raced in your chest, the proximity making you feel a kind of excitement and nervousness. The heat rose to your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling a bit flustered in his presence.

"A name as beautiful as its bearer," he echoed, his voice soft yet filled with a genuine warmth that seemed to envelop you.

His hand, still gently holding yours, radiated a comforting warmth that traveled through your veins, soothing the jitters that had taken residence in your stomach.

"I must admit, cara, meeting you has been the most enchanting part of this evening," he confessed, his voice a velvety murmur.

He got his face close to your neck, and a soft purr escaped your lips as you felt his warm breath against your skin. His lips hovered near your neck, but he hesitated, his intense gaze meeting yours. The vulnerability in his eyes was evident as he pulled back slightly, a hint of flustered surprise crossing his features. The soft sound you had emitted seemed to have caught him off guard.

"Mi... Mi dispiace," he stammered, a touch of uncertainty in his tone. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I got carried away."

You smiled, a reassuring light in your eyes as you reached out, placing your hand gently on his. "It's alright, Copia. It's okay. You can do it."

He looked at you, uncertainty and vulnerability mingling in his expression. "Can I?"

Your smile grew warmer, and you nodded gently. "Yes, you can... you can kiss my neck."

Copia's hesitation was palpable as he stared down at your neck. Sensing the uncertainty that gripped him, you took a subtle step closer, getting onto your tiptoes. Gently cupping his face with one hand, you guided his gaze upward until his eyes met yours, the distance between your faces now mere inches.

"Or... you could kiss me," you added in a whisper that seemed to echo the soft rustle of the night breeze. "If you want to, that is. I mean, it’s entirely up to you — we don’t have to, of course."

Copia's gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips, his desire and vulnerability palpable in the intensity of his stare. His hand found its way to your hips with a gentle, yet possessive touch. His other hand ventured upwards, fingers tracing the delicate curve of your neck. Slowly and tenderly, his fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, until his hand settled at the back of your neck.

With a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment, as the warmth of his breath mingled with yours. The space between you dwindled, and his face drew closer, your heartbeats resonating in rhythm.

But before he could close the remaining distance between you two, the sound of your name being called reached your ears, a distant yet distinct interruption that caused Copia to step back from you. Your eyes fluttered open, the spell of the moment broken as you turned your gaze from him to the direction from which the voice emanated.

"There you are!" your friend's voice called out, accompanied by the soft patter of footsteps approaching.

You turned your attention toward her, leaving the balcony before she could catch you there with Copia. Is not that she couldn't see him, but you knew she would tease you about it later.

"I've been looking everywhere for you!" she exclaimed, concern evident in her eyes.

You chuckled, trying to appear nonchalant. "Sorry for disappearing."

She nudged you playfully. "Oh, come on, spill the beans! What were you up to out here?"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "Just enjoying the fresh air."

She gave you a knowing look, but thankfully, didn't push further. Instead, she held your hands in a tight grip and gave you a big smile.

"Guess what!" your friend exclaimed, her tone brimming with excitement.

"What?" you responded, intrigued by her enthusiasm.

"Ok, but before I tell you, you have to promise me you won't say a thing about it."

You chuckled, giving her a playful nudge. "Of course I won't. Now tell me, what is it?"

"So," she began, "Freyja – you know, the one who whisked me away to dance as soon as we arrived – well, she asked me if I want to... go with her to another place, and I said yes, so..."

Your eyebrows lifted, your curiosity piqued. "So...? Don't keep me in suspense!"

"So I won't be able to go back with you. Is it okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

You smiled reassuringly. "Of course! You have to go with her! This sounds like an amazing chance, and I can find my way back."

Her relief was evident in her expression as she hugged you excitedly. "You're the best! I knew you'd understand!"

She pulled away, a big smile lighting up her lips, before turning back to face the ballroom and waving in your direction. You watched her until she disappeared into the crowd. Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked back to the balcony.

"Copia, I'm so sorry for it," you began, your voice soft as you spoke aloud to the empty balcony. "It was just my friend, and she had some exciting news..."

Your voice trailed off as you arrived at the balcony, only to find that Copia was no longer there. The place where he stood was empty, it was as if he had dissolved into the shadows and you couldn't help but wonder where he had disappeared to.

You reached out, your fingers grazing the cold stone of the balustrade as you looked down. The empty balcony stretched before you, and the only thing there was the broken potted plant on the ground.

With a sigh, you leaned against the balustrade, your gaze fixed on the broken plant. The memory of his warm breath against your skin and the softness of his touch remained imprinted in your mind. The absence of Copia left you feeling a blend of disappointment and a lingering sense of wonder.

You shook your head and decided to return to the ballroom. Stepping away from the balcony, you navigated your way back through the bustling crowd, making your way to the door you had initially used to access the balcony. As you re-entered the ballroom, you scanned the area, your eyes searching for any sign of Copia.

However, it seemed that he had truly vanished. The ballroom buzzed with activity, created a joyful ambience. Yet, amidst the joyous ambiance, you couldn't shake the feeling that he had slipped away into the shadows of the night.

Resigned to the situation, you made your way towards the main entrance. As you reached the main entrance, you stepped out into the cool night air.

Before you could start your journey back home, a familiar voice called out from behind you – it was Benjamin.

"Hey! Wait!" he exclaimed, wavering in your direction. "You got missed, I was looking for you."

Turning around, you greeted him with a smile. "Oh, I left after the last dance to get some fresh air, and now I've decided to head home."

His expression turned concerned. "And you're going alone?"

You nodded. "Yes, my friend left the party with a partner, and here I am."

His concern deepened. "Please, I can't let you go alone at this hour to your home. Wait here, I'll go back inside to grab my coat. If you allow me, I'd like to accompany you."

You hesitated, uncertainty flickering in your eyes. "Ah... I'm not sure, but yes, I guess?"

"Alright, stay right here," he said before quickly making his way back to the main entrance.

You took a deep breath, watching as Benjamin disappeared through the main entrance. The cool night breeze seemed to whisper in your ear, urging you to avert your gaze in another direction. Your eyes turned to the balcony, a place where the evening had taken an unexpected turn with Copia. As you looked up, there he was, looking down at you from the balcony.

Your heart raced, and a mixture of emotions surged within you. Copia's mask was gone, revealing a face that seemed to shine in the moonlight. His eye glistened like a radiant moonbeam, captivating your gaze. You blinked rapidly, almost not believing your eyes, but it was undeniably him. Your lips parted in surprise, and your foot took a small step as if drawn by an invisible force. You were on the verge of calling out to him when the sound of footsteps approached you.

"Hey, I'm back," Benjamin said, walking towards you.

Your attention snapped away from the balcony, and your heart sank at the interruption. Copia's figure had vanished, leaving you with a whirlwind of emotions and questions. You offered Benjamin a smile, trying to push away the thoughts that had suddenly consumed you.

"Thanks for offering to walk me home," you said to Benjamin, masking the wistful note in your voice. "I appreciate it."

"Is my pleasure," he said with a warm smile. "Should we go now?"

You nodded, pushing aside your thoughts. "Yes, let's go."

Walking beside Benjamin, you turned your back to the old building. As you headed towards your home, you couldn't help but steal a glance back at the balcony, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of Copia once more. But he wasn't there anymore, and the only thing that accompanied you was the sound of your footsteps against the pavement, and the gentle company of Benjamin who had offered to walk with you. With a sigh, you refocused your attention on the path ahead, the sound of your footsteps mingling with Benjamin's as he walked beside you.

The walk back to your home was accompanied by an awkward silence that hung between you and Benjamin. Despite the reassurance of having someone to accompany you, the absence of meaningful conversation left a lingering discomfort. You were grateful for the company, yet your mind kept drifting back to Copia.

You couldn't help but wonder why your thoughts were so fixated on a stranger. Why did you feel an unexplainable longing for his presence, even though you barely knew anything about him? The memory of his strong yet gentle touch, the intensity of his gaze, and even his moments of clumsiness replayed in your mind like an unending loop.

But it was the almost-kiss that lingered most vividly in your thoughts. The closeness, the anticipation, and the way time seemed to stand still in that fleeting moment – it had etched itself into your memory.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the door of your house. You retrieved your key from your small purse, your fingers gripping it as you turned to face Benjamin.

"Thank you for coming with me, Benjamin," you said, offering him a grateful smile.

He returned your smile, his eyes warm. "Of course, anytime. It was my pleasure to make sure you got home safely."

You nodded, a sense of gratitude and relief washing over you. "Well, have a good night, then."

"Are you not going to invite me to enter?" Benjamin's voice broke through your contemplations.

You turned to face him, a faint smile touching your lips. "Why would I?"

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Fair point. Maybe another time then."

You nodded, appreciating his understanding. "Definitely. Thank you for walking me home, Benjamin. It means a lot."

"Anytime," he replied with a warm smile. "Have a good night."

"Good night," you echoed, watching as he turned and walked away.

You entered your home, and closed the door behind you with a deep sigh. You slipped off your shoes and made your way to the living room. With a sense of relief, you unzipped your dress, letting it cascade down to the floor. The fabric pooled around your feet, and as you stood there, you allowed yourself a moment of solitude, the quiet of your home enveloping you.

You made your way to your bedroom, reaching for your bra to remove it. The sensation of being free from the constraints of formal attire was like a weight lifting off your shoulders. With a sigh, you unclasped the bra and let it slide off your shoulders, your back arching slightly as you stretched.

You were on the brink of crawling into your bed, ready to let the day's events settle into the background of your mind. Just as you reached your bed, you were startled by the sound of your doorbell echoing through your home. Your footsteps echoed as you made your way towards the door, a robe quickly found its way around you, and you prayed that it wasn't Benjamin again.

"Look, I appreciate what you did for me but now is not the best moment," you said, with a hint of annoyance on your voice.

As you opened the door, your heart racing. Your initial assumption that it might be Benjamin was quickly shattered as your eyes widened in astonishment.

A grin formed on his lips, and his voice was smooth as he spoke, "Oh, mi dispiace, cara. Were you expecting someone else?"

Before you stood Copia. Did he follow you to your house? The thought tumbled through your thoughts, leaving you bewildered and a touch anxious. You couldn't help but wonder if he had walked behind you and Benjamin the entire way. If he did, why? What was his motivation? Your heart raced as you tried to gather your thoughts.

The silence lingered between you for a moment, a thousand questions dancing on the tip of your tongue. As you met his gaze, you noticed he e wasn't wearing his mask by then, allowing you to finally glimpse his complete face. Bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, his green eye shimmered, but it paled in comparison to the radiance of his white one, a sight unlike anything you had ever seen before.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here," you finally managed to say.

A playful glint sparkled in his eye as he regarded you. "Ah, I suppose I have a knack for surprises, sì?"

"I... um, what brings you here?" you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"I hope I'm not intruding," he said with a half-smile.

"No, you're not intruding," you replied, your curiosity getting the better of you. "But... how did you know where I live?"

Copia's smile widened slightly, and he tilted his head in a manner that seemed almost conspiratorial. "Let's just say I have my ways."

"And by ways, you mean... follow me?" you inquired, raising an eyebrow in playful skepticism.

A playful glint danced in Copia's eyes as he leaned against the doorframe, his demeanor a blend of confidence and charm. "Perhaps not in the most conventional sense, but I wanted to make sure you got home safely, cara."

"Well," you looked around your living room and let out a light chuckle. "I guess I'm... safe?"

Copia's laughter joined yours, a warm and inviting sound that echoed in your ears. "Safe is a relative term, sì?"

As you leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms, you raised an eyebrow at his cryptic comment. "Is it, now? What do you mean by that?"

He met your gaze with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "Safety can take on many forms, cara. Sometimes, the most dangerous things are the most tempting."

You couldn't deny the underlying tension that had woven itself into the atmosphere. Copia's eyes held a depth that was both alluring and mysterious, and you found yourself drawn further into him.

"Are you implying that I should be cautious around you?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of playfulness.

A spark of amusement danced in Copia's eyes as he stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking until it was almost nonexistent. "Beh, cara, I'll leave that for you to decide."

You nodded, your gaze locked onto his eyes. Just as you were about to reply, Copia interjected with a soft chuckle. He gracefully moved away from the doorframe, giving you a gentle smile that held a touch of reassurance.

"I'm just kidding, cara," he said, his voice a velvet caress that seemed to fill the room. "I promise not to bring any kind of danger into your world."

"Yeah, you're a danger only to potted plants after all," you teased him, giggling.

Copia's laughter joined yours, the tension of the moment giving way to a lighthearted exchange. "Eh, sì, my eternal struggle against potted plants," he replied with a mock sigh. "It's a battle I fear I'll never win."

You couldn't help but chuckle, but a soft blush as Copia's hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch both unexpected and intimate. The warmth of his hand against your skin sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, and you found yourself drawn into his gaze once again.

"I must repeat," Copia began, his gaze turning thoughtful, "it's not every night that I find myself in such charming company."

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a genuine smile touching your lips. "Well, it's not every night that a mysterious stranger decides to follow me home and confesses to being a potted plant menace."

Copia's eyes danced with amusement. "Giusto, cara! But, I hope you know that my intention is to ensure your safety."

"I appreciate that," you replied softly. "But I assure you, I'm quite capable of taking care of myself."

"I don't doubt that for a moment," he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I know you can take care of yourself, cara," he removed his hand from your face, taking a step back. "I should be on my way," he said, his voice carrying a note of reluctance. "You are safe here, and it's time for me to leave."

"Thank you for your company and for making sure I'm safe."

Copia's gaze held yours for a lingering moment. "Until we meet again, cara."

With those parting words, he turned and walked toward the door, his presence fading into the night as quickly as he had appeared. As you closed the door behind him, you found yourself leaning against it, your heart racing and your mind swirling. The encounter with Copia had been both exhilarating and surreal, leaving you with more questions than answers.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, allowing the stillness of the moment to wash over you. The memory of his touch, his voice, and his piercing gaze lingered, leaving an indelible imprint on your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder if you and the mysterious man named Copia would really meet again.

Chapter 2

⸻ Grammar

Carissima: Dearest

Cara: Dear

Mi hai chiesto di venire e eccomi qui: You asked me to come and here I am

Infatti: Indeed

Ma ore: But now

Vestito cremisi: Crimson dress

Goffaggine: Clumsiness

Sì: Yes

Sono contento di sentirlo: I'm glad to hear it

Grazie: Thank you

Sorriso incantevole: Lovely smile

Mi dispiace: I'm sorry

Beh, cara: Well, dear

Giusto, cara: Right, dear

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