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puuuders · 8 months ago

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I'm With You Always - DeCopia drabble thing

A/N - I HAVE FALLEN INTO DECOPIA HOLE AND CAN'T GET UP. @frjimdefroque THIS IS FOR YOU

Jim spends a sacred moment with his beloved.

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The fog was always thick on cool October dusks, the birth of the night always seeming a bit brighter with the reflection of the moon bouncing off the miniscule water droplets that hung in the air. Though, on certain nights, the fog would grow in thickness as a presence would wander around the church borders, as Jim would watch the fluctuation move about from a second story window with a glass of His blood planted softly in his hand. By now, he had already changed into a comfortable pair of gray sweats and a black cardigan, a small portion of his chest visible from the V line. He took a sip of his wine, eyes half lidded and glued to a distinct shadow surrounded by the thickening fog. It was not until his glass was empty that he realized he had been trying too hard to search for that glimmer of white he longed to see. Looking down at the empty cup, he pulled the deep red curtains shut.

They always had an agreed upon time that one party could never seem to respect. 3:00 AM, deep into typical sleeping hours. Though Jim knew the significance of the number, and that it was not just to ensure privacy and lessened risk of being caught. But he never seemed to care. How could he claim to care when he was stepping through the yard, wet leaves and twigs crunching beneath his feet as he moved to their frequent meeting spot?

“You smell nice.” The familiar Italian voice squeaked from behind the chain link fence, black gloves fingers curling around the wires. Jim rubbed his arms with his own gloved hands, not having prepared for the cold.

“I can't smell you.” Jim murmured, almost aggressively. Met with silence, he sighed.

“Can I?”

“Sí… That's what I wait for.”

The being leaned forward, his infernal eye piercing through the fog, illuminating each of their faces. His own was painted neatly of an abstract skull, loose strands of his graying hair falling perfectly before his eyes.

Jim met Copia, pressing his chest against the fence as he closed his eyes. He listened as Copia began to pry apart the wires, creating just enough space to press even further forward. The head priest had noticed these damages before, and Jim blamed their rivalry ministry. Which, technically, was no sin and no lie.

But there was no point. There was no point to defend his holiness against such sins. And Jim knew that. For now he was pressing his lips against another man, and that of a man of the beast of many names. He drew a deep breath against their connection, inhaling Copia's scent, relishing their brief moment of intimacy. It was a moment they only risked sharing twice a week, apart from their occasional meeting amongst one another's ministry, though it was difficult to get any moment alone with the breathing of each other's leaders over their shoulders.

Jim had melted. Clinging to the fence, he took in as much taste and smell, eyebrows pinched up and tongue threatening to dive in as he struggled to contain himself. Until eventually, the pressure fell against no presence. He stumbled as his eyes fluttered open, saddened pupils peering into nothing but the darkness of night. He pressed his forehead against the cold metal, his eyes falling shut once more. It would be another week before he would see his lover again.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa iv #copia #popia #papa emeritus iv #jim defroque #defroque yourself #decopia #ghost fanfiction #copia x jim

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zombocomme · 26 days ago

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Zombocomme: u know who you are

Fandom discourse is boring, I make art for me and my 12 friends I've appointed to spread my word

#zombocomme #decopia #zombo rp #zombo yaps #percieved

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puuuders · 3 months ago

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Decopia having a day on the town

Just shopping and spending time together and having fun and nothing can go wrong and they're happy together

(Writing this through TEARS FROM YOUR LAST FIC/hj)

-J.K

YOU ASK AND YOY SHALL RECEIVE

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ALL DECOPIA FLUFF BABIEEE

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For Jim, Linköping held a beauty that resonated deep within him, maybe something to do with the Catholicism he had grown up in. Even as his faith seemed to ebb and flow like the tide, his appreciation for the artistry of Gothic and religious architecture remained steadfast. Consequently, his visits with Copia and his ministry were no longer met with the internal resistance they once had. That era of quiet discontent had faded.

A significant shift had occurred, a change tinged with the bittersweet reality of loss. The passing of Copia's parents and his subsequent ascension to the weighty title of Frater Imperator had, paradoxically, fostered a newfound closeness between the two. The stolen moments of their connection had largely dissolved, the necessity for such secrecy now limited to the maintenance of Jim's public persona as a priest. Given that his radio program was only within Waco, Texas, the need for sneaking around was minimal when in an entirely different country. Going global with his program, an ambition of Jim's, would undoubtedly introduce a far greater need for discretion. But for now, in their current circumstances, such concerns remained comfortably distant.

Yet, amidst the genuine happiness that Jim found in Linköping without drugs and alcohol, the transition from the familiar warmth of his Texan home to the biting cold of Sweden, in addition to the disorienting effects of jet lag, certainly discomforted him. He found himself shivering despite being enveloped in the layers of two coats (that belonged to Copia) and several pairs of gloves, his own bundled fingers intertwined with Copia's surprisingly bare ones. Jim wondered as he observed Copia, seemingly unphased by how the cold could still seep through his thin, elegant gray coat, accented by a charming maroon scarf wrapped snugly around his neck - A scarf that Jim suspected might serve purposes beyond protection from the cold after their first night together in months.

"Aww, perdonami, my little angel," Copia crooned, his tone that of someone speaking to a kitten. He extended an arm and gently but firmly drew the trembling form of Jim closer against his side. They navigated the bustling plaza, a sea of unfamiliar faces and hurried footsteps of tourists who also wished to escape the cold, with Copia acting as a warm anchor.

"You see, I have no need for thick coats,” Copia said, "I'm, eh… Quite accustomed to this sort of weather. Like you and your, eh, heat. You recall, sí? How miserable I am in the infernal heat of Texas? This is hardly any different."

A soft "I know" escaped Jim's reddening lips, his teeth chattering involuntarily. The sound sparked a snorting giggle from Copia, who found it adorable. Attempting a playful escape from embarrassment, Jim nudged Copia's ribs with his elbow, which only resulted in being enveloped in an even tighter embrace. Perhaps that had been the desired outcome all along.

"No, no, no, do not be upset with me, amore mio!" Copia playfully nuzzled his nose into the crook of Jim's neck, pressing exaggerated kisses upwards along his jawline, the audible ‘mwah’s an intentional act of public affection that sent a fresh wave of red creeping up Jim's cheeks under the scrutiny of strangers.

"Stop it!” Jim squealed, his voice a mixture of exasperation and hardly disguised delight. Despite his outward protest, a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, warmth blossoming on his skin that had little to do with the temperature.

"Ah, but look," Copia murmured triumphantly, his breath warm against Jim's ear, "your face is quite warm now, sí?"

Jim reached up and pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, his fingers fumbling with the drawstrings as he tightened the opening to conceal his shyness.

They finally turned and stepped into their destination, a quaint little storefront nestled amongst the other businesses in the plaza. A sign reading “Shear Delight” adorned with a whimsical illustration of a fluffy sheep hung above them. The owner, as local lore had it, was a man who also maintained a small flock of sheep on a farm just outside of town, personally harvesting their fleece to be spun and woven into the very articles sold within.

As they opened the door, a cheerful little bell jingled merrily above the door, announcing their arrival. A wave of warmth washed over Jim, and a soft, contented hum rumbled in his chest as the cozy heat kissed his face. He reached up and slowly pulled back the hood of one of his jackets, his steps losing their previous briskness as his eyes drifted around the interior of the shop.

"Well now," Jim murmured, "this place looks mighty pricy." He cast an uncertain glance at Copia, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. Jim was no stranger to scamming folks out of a bit of their generosity, a habit born of what felt like necessity and grew into corruption and greed. But when it came to Copia, a knot of unfamiliar guilt would always tighten in his chest when he would spend that kind of money on him. Perhaps the stirring of his dormant conscience was a good thing for Jim.

"Your focus should be on what is warm enough for you, baby." Copia said, wiggling his fingers before he began to sift through a row of coats. The colors and designs were entirely mute and minimalistic, mostly grays and blues in plaid.

Jim ambled over to where Copia stood. With a swift flick of his wrist, he located and flipped over the small cardboard tag dangling from one coat, his eyes quickly scanning the hand written numbers. A soft, almost disbelieving scoff blew from his nose as the sheer absurdity of the cost registered in his mind. The tag slipped from his fingers, twirling momentarily before settling back against the wool. His attention immediately diverted, his gaze now sweeping across the other items in the shop. Such prices were almost a given in a small, independently owned establishment like this, where the labor and the quality of materials promised a premium product. Still, it was written off as too much in Jim’s mind.

"This one?" Copia's voice chimed with a bright enthusiasm as his hand reached out and gently grasped the very coat that caught Jim’s eye.

"Uh-“ Jim began, but lost the words on his tongue. His hands instinctively clenched into tight fists at his sides, wincing inwardly as Copia looked over the price tag. Copia's lips curved into a wide, unrestrained smile, a flash of white teeth illuminating his face as he plucked the coat from the rack. Turning to Jim, his grin widened further, radiating pure, unadulterated affection.

"Okie dokie!" Copia declared. "Let's go!" With a buoyant step, he turned and headed towards the wooden counter where the kindly-looking shop owner stood, ready to assist. Jim watched him go, a wave of guilt washing over him. Despite this, he knew better than to argue with Copia's determined kindness, or else he’d find himself being smothered with embarrassing public displays of affection as he had learned earlier.

With a soft sigh of reluctant acceptance, he followed, his steps a little hesitant. As Copia engaged in a brief, cheerful exchange with the shopkeeper and presented his payment, Jim subtly rocked back and forth on his heels, looking everywhere except at Copia. He couldn’t believe the level of shyness that this man could get out of him. Maybe he did it on purpose.

Jim's quiet fidgeting ceased abruptly as Copia's warm hand enveloped his, pulling him gently towards the exit of the building. Before Jim could fully register the touch, Copia leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his bearded cheek that sent a pleasant warmth spreading through him. Then, with an almost childlike skip in his step, Copia turned and practically danced his way out of the cozy shop, tugging Jim along in his wake.

Once they were back out in the crisp, cold air of the plaza, Copia released Jim's hand only to grasp him firmly by both shoulders. He twirled Jim around, the newly acquired wool coat billowing slightly before Copia carefully draped it over his shoulders.

"Copia!" Jim exclaimed, a surprised giggle escaping, his Southern drawl a touch more pronounced in his amusement. "I ain't a toddler! I can manage puttin' on a coat myself!”

"Nonsense," Copia replied matter-of-factly, his tone allowing room for no argument as he gently swatted away Jim's fumbling attempts to take control of the situation. With ease, Copia guided Jim's already bundled arms into the soft wool sleeves, a small, satisfied hum escaping his lips. He then twirled Jim around once more, bringing them face-to-face, and lifted his hand to tenderly kiss Jim's covered knuckles, his eyes closed.

A deep blush bloomed across Jim's cheeks, a familiar heat that never seemed to diminish despite the countless times Copia had showered him with such sweet and open displays of love. He knew he would likely never grow entirely accustomed to this tenderness, especially considering the contentious beginnings of their relationship, the natural, religious friction that had existed between them when they had first met. Guilt often crossed Jim's mind as he recalled the sharp, unkind words he had once directed towards Copia's character and his ambitious projects years ago, back when the man was still a learning cardinal of his ministry.

Now, gazing at Copia, Jim's eyes softened, filled with a profound love and adoration. He was filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude, a deep appreciation for the unexpected blessing of this man in his life. He no longer pondered the mechanics of their union, whether it was a divine intervention or the evil one down blow that had brought them together. All that truly mattered was the undeniable reality that Copia was his, heart and soul.

#ask puders #decopia #father jim defroque #jim defrqoue #copia #frater imperator

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ask-frater-imperator · 2 months ago

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(!! Missilia!Decopia AU if you’re up for it; just go along with the story you’ll understand the situation eventually lol)

Finally back at the ministry. After months of being at his church, he was finally here, the one place that truly felt like home.

He hadn’t seen Copia in way too long. He knew that there was this new ‘V’ guy— Perpetua was his name? That had taken over as Papa. Jim still hadn’t met the guy, but based on everything Copia had said… Frater wasn’t too fond of Papa.

But alas, it didn’t matter. Because now Jim would see his boyfriend, and it would be a great visit.

He pulled the key around his neck. He’d been given it years ago, it was more than just access to Frater’s room, but proof of trust, proof of love. He unlocked the door, knocking before cracking it open to look inside.

Darkness. Copia must’ve been sleeping.

…well, it was three in the afternoon, why was he still asleep?

“C, C, It’s Jim, I’m here, can I come in?” Jim called out to the dark room, leaning his head on the doorway with a small smile.

He heard an angry grunt from inside, and he took it as a yes, opening the door further.

The light poured into the room, Jim a dark figure against the warm lighting. He could hear Copia hiss at him and Jim merely chuckled a little, stepping inside with his suitcase.

He stretched and yawned, looking around.

“You feeling okay?…” the room was a mess, wasn’t it? Jim grit his teeth nervously, turning to face Copia, who sat at the edge of the bed, facing the wall with his head down.

“Copia…?”

*Copia's room was messy, like he hadn't cleaned it in... months. Which was a rare sight because he made sure to clean at least once a week. He had to look good, every part and aspect of him was now a higher standard from his new title.*

*He didn't hear Jim at all, too rooted into his hate for his supposedly long-lost brother. This wasn't good. This was more change he didn't need. Change he never agreed to, just like the rest. He snapped out of it when he heard his name, seeing his boyfriend just a few feet away from him. The one thing that never seemed to change.. the one he could cling to.*

"Ah- eh.. sorry. Just eh.. still tired."

*He stood and stretched, kissing Jim on the cheek with a soft smile. His paint was smeared.. his gloves off, his suit ruffled and messy just as his room was.*

"But I'm glad you're here! Some day, I'll convince them to let you live here.. so we can both relax just for once.. I assume you've been busy too, eh?..."

#ask frater imperator #missilia!au #ghost fandom #the band ghost #im so hyped for this you have no idea #frater imperator

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