#Copiaxreader

[emeritus-fuckers]

For the match-up event:

Your identity

I am a nonbinary (possibly bigender?) bisexual. My pronouns are she/her and he/him, though I prefer she/her pronouns. I identify more with the female experience, as that’s how I was raised. I think gender norms are stupid, so I embraced the gender spectrum with open arms!

Who do you like? (pick from Ghouls, Humans, Papas, Repugnant, or everyone)

I like Ghouls, Humans, and the Papas. If I had to choose from the three, I’d choose the Papas.

What do you look like?

At just five feet tall I’m a bit short, and I’m also chunky, I’d say pear-shaped. My hair is a little past my ears, and I recently dyed it black so I could dress as Terzo for Halloween. My taste in style is a bit eclectic, but 90% of my wardrobe is casual. I would love to add more gothic or pastel attire to my wardrobe.

Your personality? 

I’d say I am a pretty chill person, but I think part of that is because I’m used to constant internal panic. I have also been described as very kind, giving, considerate, outgoing, and chatty. While I like being nice, I don’t like being used, so I have firm boundaries. Whenever someone tries pushing my boundaries, I get frustrated and stern, but if they keep pushing I get pissed. Sometimes I have a short fuse and lose my cool, but I always feel like shit after.

Your interests? (What do you do in your free time? What are your hobbies? Your passions? Your music taste?)

In my free time I like to hang out with my friends, play video games, and listen to music. My favorite music genres are heavy metal, hard rock, and alternative. My favorite game is Dead by Daylight, but I also like playing Destiny 2, Rocket League, and Stardew Valley. Some of my hobbies are watching movies, reading fanfics, and learning about new things. I am passionate about film and psychology, and I hope to use both of them by one day working in the film industry.

Trivia time! (Here you can include everything that didn't fit in the previous category!)

I like to explore new places and try new things, even if it may seem a bit strange at first. I think it’s good to get out of your comfort zone every once in a while! I especially love exploring the natural world, and learning more about what exists around us. On a completely different note, I love haunted houses! The set design is so cool to me, and I’d love to work at one.

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is…Papa Emeritus IV

Copia is happy to travel and explore places with you. While you two are on tour, when he gets any free time, you sneek off to explore.

He is surprisingly chilled in a haunted house (you went to go see one while on tour), he did grow up in the Ministry after all. He is more surprised and shocked at how the other people in the tour group react to rats. He cannot understand why they all scream and run. He goes over and picks the rat up and starts saying how adorable he is. He adopts this rat and calls it Casper.

He loves films!!! Absolutly loves them so he is so happy to have someone who shares his passion. You set aside one evening a week (more if you can) to watch a film. You get popcorn, snuggle together under a duvet and watch the film. Copia will put his arm around your shoulders and hold you close to him.

He will do anything he can to support your career in the film industry.

Copia would never use you, not ever. He admires how you have firm boundaries, he is learning to have them as other people have tried to take advantage of his good nature. As Papa it's been easier for him and you can help him and give him advice.

However when it comes to you, if anyone upsets you/tries to use you, Copia is immediatly there to support you, no longer the shy Cardinal but full on Papa.

You also love to play video games together. "It's like you were made for me sì?" Copia says beaming at you while holding out the controller to you. "I am very lucky to have you amore."

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Written by Nyx

[listenuplillith]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53279200/chapters/134832493

Respite: A short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant. There was only one place left that a young mother could bring her little one to safety, She had no idea if that place would actually be inhabited, let alone if those who were there would keep her safe. Will someone open the door? will someone take them in? Will someone answer the call for Respite?

TW: This is a mature piece of fiction that describes depictions of DV, SV, SA, PA - Not from the higher clergy.

Copia X F!OC !!

They're called Papa - what happens when they come into contact with an actual baby?

This fic was originally inspired by @bitterconfusion and THIS beautiful artwork As well as the incredible works by @discountdemonwarehouse <3 @goldieghoulie and the amazing art of @delulluart . I know you all don't know who I am, but your works have all given me that spark to keep writing, to try writing new things and in new ways. Over a year later and i'm still bleepin writing <3

27 CHAPTERS LATER ........... DOMESTICATED STEP PAPAS .

I can't put this fic into one genre, It's a drama,It's Romantic it's an attempted unaliving mystery, it's a domesticated fluff, it's smutty recovery, it's fantasy, it's sweet, it's sour, it's spicy.

I have JUST finished rewriting the perspective of this fic so it's no longer CopiaXReader - it's now CopiaXOC cause i made the mistake of giving mama a name.

uh YEAH ENJOY.

I want to clarify - this fic does NOT glamorise or romantisice the themes mentioned above. These themes were written for one to dream about the best possible case scenario, I only wish there were fascilities as capable as this fantastical ministry could provide to those who need to run away when the rest of the world fails thems.

[apostatewitch]

oh no. my copia fluff piece is way too long for a post here and I have no idea where to post it now.

[dearlymrme]

On The Contrary (CopiaxReader) Part One

Summary:  Newly converted and when your secret gets out you’re asked by not only your Papa, but also your best friend, to take part in one of the grandest ceremonies there is with him.

Copia x Reader || Papa Emeritus IV x Reader || Established Relationship || NSFW || Virgin Sacrifice || Intercourse || Exhibitionism || Poorly Translated Italian || WC: 2151

Part Two

The ghoul, or as he's commonly known around the abbey; Aether, opens the door for you with a click of his heels and steps aside to let you into Papa’s office. The most powerful man of the church is behind his large desk where he frets over papers. The wood in the fireplace snaps and the grandfather clock near the corner loudly ticks away. You wonder if he heard the door because he hardly notices you as you enter. But he does and looks up with a warm and welcoming smile. 

“Ah good, just who I wanted to see.” Copia has gone from an awkward Cardinal to a strong Papa quite flawlessly. Yes, he could be quite firm and take his duties quite seriously when he needed to but deep down he was still a warm and goofy man who always had an awkward smile for those who needed it. You had joined the faith just a few months before he was made Papa and working in archives you got to interact with him often before his ascension. You hit it off pretty fast having a few things in common, you were new to the abbey, you were awkward with people and you both had a love for books.

It had been a while since you had seen him, longer since you had talked to him, and It quickly puts your nerves at ease to see him and his warm smile. When Aether had suddenly appeared and told you to follow him to Copia’s office, you had thought you had done something wrong. Though it was no surprise when Aether appeared. He, and a lot of his ghoul brethren had been doing that a lot. You catch them out of the corner of your eye most days. You asked the other sisters if they normally stalk the new blood, even though you weren’t really all that new now, and they had all just giggled like they knew some big secret. It frustrated you to no end. But the ghouls were never aggressive, just plain creepy, you had gotten good at ignoring them.

“That will be all.” Copia dismissed your chauffeur and stood from his desk to walk around and gesture to the chair opposite of him. 

You try to walk towards him but your wrist is quickly snatched up by Aether and you hear a gurgle from his chest. It sounded like the rumbling of a cat ready to throw a fit. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sound. He seemed ready to hiss and his body was tensing up as though to spring.

Papa’s voice goes hard and firm. He makes direct eye contact with Aether and glares. The confidence that the man had quickly grown into coming to full display.

“I said, that will be all.” He ordered.

The room echoes with the snap of the fireplace. The ticking of the clock, and now you hear the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the window. Aether's low rumbling is loud compared to all of this and tension rises in the room for reasons you don't understand. 

You tease your fingers underneath Aether’s own to try and get him to release you, wincing when his grip get’s hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. You whimper and pull your arm away.

“Please let go.” The tension snaps and the ghoul breaks eye contact with Copia to quickly lock towards you. You stare back with growing fear as Aether’s eyes glow behind the lenses of his mask and his tail lashes once before he looks down at his own hand as though he had been betrayed and lightens his grip. He soothes his thumb over your wrist as though in apology before letting you go completely.

Copia quickly draws you away with a gentle hand on your shoulder and squares his own. While he is far from being tall enough to tower over Aether, right now he seems to be the biggest thing in the room, glaring down the ghoul. It’s a stalemate that lasts a few seconds before Aether’s shoulders slouch and his head bows. His tail lashes once again before he leaves the room, closing the door behind him, casting you a single forlorn glance as he does.

“What was that about?” You ask because the ghouls have never once laid hands on you like that before. Sure, they follow you around a lot but they’ve never made any sort of move like that. He seemed threatened or was he worried? But why would he feel either one about leaving you alone with Papa?

The man breaks with a sigh and leads you to the chair, gesturing once more for you to sit. As you do, he pushes a hand through his hair, soothing it back and then pinches his brows.

“I was worried about this. They are getting to be very territorial.”

“Do you know why?” He nods his head to the side and gives you another warm smile, trying to smooth over the event that had just transpired.

“That has something to do with why I asked you here. But first, how have you been? We do not get much of a chance to talk like we used to.” You smile at his attempt at making you feel less threatened by what just happened and shake your head.

“I’m fine. It's good to see you again. But I have to ask, did I do something wrong?" Your anxiety mounting and Aether's little display of aggression not helping. Copia's expression turned shocked and he quickly shook his head.

“Oh no, sorealla mia, you didn’t do anything wrong.” His expression then goes pinched and he opens his mouth before closing it again and quickly shaking his head again. “No, you did nothing wrong. It’s just a little…well…controversial, for the ghouls at least.”

“So, I did do something wrong.”

“I wouldn’t see it as wrong. I don’t see it as wrong." He then clears his throat. “But, I would like to be clear with the facts, otherwise I may accidentally dig myself a hole.”

You nod your head, expecting a question.

But he bites his lip and sheepishly looks away from you, clasping his hands together in a fist.

"I..uh…do not know how to go about asking this without making you feel uncomfortable."

“Papa, we’re well past that. It can’t make this any worse.” Copia gives you a warm smile, trying to lighten your uneasiness.

“Cara mia, I was your Cardinal before I became your Papa. What happened to just calling me Copia?” You shuffle a little in your seat and flush. It was a little awkward, you barely had time to talk anymore between his work, rehearsals, and tours. And he was a very powerful man now, you were terrified of messing something up.

“Copia.” You say his name, it tasted warm and familiar on your tongue. You find yourself smiling again and he smiles with you. He then takes a deep breath and stands a little straighter.

"It is a very personal question and I mean no offense whatsoever. I mean, it's nothing to be embarrassed about and truly none of my business. In fact if I do offend you, you have my full permission to slap me.” He clears his throat and takes a breath before giving you a serious stare. 

“But I need to know, so as to know how to best prepare from here.” You nod your head, anxiety rising again.

"Are you- again there's nothing wrong with it if you are but ah-" He takes another breath and then leans back against his desk.

“Like a bandaid.” He mutters to himself. He crosses his arms awkwardly and tips his head to the side and finally comes out with it.

"Are you a virgin?”

And your stomach drops, your hands come to rest at your knees and grips as you cast your eyes down at the floor, ashamed. You feel your cheeks flush and start to panic.

“If I said yes, would you kick me out of the Sisterhood?” Copia’s face grows alarmed and he quickly puts a hand over one of your own.

“Absolutely not!” You let out a relieved and very shaky sigh.

“There are many different ways to sin, si? Some do certain ones more than others and some don't do others at all. We all worship in different ways." He explains and waves a hand in the air.

“But how did-?” He gives you a sheepish smile and gestures his head towards the door.

“The ghouls gave it away.” You then shudder because now it made sense why they had been popping up so often around you. Seemed every time you turned your back there was one there waiting for you.

“Is that why they've been following me?” You ask. Following you like you’re a dog heat, like at any moment you were going to pull down your panties for them. Copia strokes his thumb across your hand gently and you make a daring move to link your fingers with his. He gives your hand a firm squeeze.

“Yes, they have a...taste for this sorta thing. Even In a den of sinners, I'm told the smell of an innocent is very…pungent.”

“I smell?”

“Not in a bad way. Like freshly baked tiramisu for ghouls who have gone so long on an all you can eat buffet of granola bars." You chuckle in disbelief and shake your head in amusement, toying with his words.

“So, I'm a treat?” He chuckles at your wit, happy that you're keeping light of heart in this.

“Yes, exactly. Una dolce sorpresa." He nods and clears his throat. “And now we need to figure out how to work from here.”

“Would they stop if I just…you know?” You flush again now because what are you a teenager? You can’t even say the word in front of him? Your face goes red again and you let go of Copia’s hand to pinch frustratingly at one of your flushed cheeks.

“Would you be able to?” He asked. “If you're not comfortable with that, we have another option. We have a few others with circumstance and have long since found another solution for those who don't not find the act very…appealing."

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with it. I mean…” You don’t want to go off on him, he's trying to help you but you feel like there needs to be context. He gives you a knowing smile.

“Whatever it is, I promise you’ll have no judgments from me as either your Papa or your friend.”

You take a deep breath and shrug.

“I told you before that my parents were very catholic.” Understanding dawns on his face and he gives a steady nod.

“Ah, good ol’ catholic guilt.”

“The whole reason I joined the Sisterhood was to break out of that mold. To be free of it, stop living by my parents' standards and start finding and living by my own.” You nervously chuckle and lean back in your chair. “But yeah, like you said.”

“So, you’re nervous?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No. It’s not like that. I'm embarrassed. Because how do I go about asking about that? Who do you ask? I get it’s fun. I want it to be fun.. I want that but if I’m gonna do it…I want my first time to be…memorable, ya know? Go out with a bang, kinda thing.” You awkwardly explain. “I wanna do so much, I don’t even know where to start.” 

“But I would like it to be someone I know and get along with. But ya know…I’m not really good at talking to people.” You had almost asked him to be your first before he was made Papa, now it just felt too awkward to ask and really, why would he pick you anyways? You pull at your stocking nervously and bow your head. 

“I know it’s kinda ridiculous, wanting that fairy tail ‘special night with that special someone.’”

“Oh cara…” You hunch your shoulders and bite your lip as you feel your face heat. You open your mouth but your words get caught in your throat and now’s your chance, just do it. It’s relevant to the conversation, just ask him.

You feel his hand link with yours, distracting you from pulling at your fabric and swallowing your nerves.

“I wanted to ask…you.”

“Of course, mia tesoro.” You give a shaky sigh in relief, now that the hard part is over and you haven’t been instantly kicked out of his office. You look up to see him giving you a wide and warm smile.

“I would be honored to be your first.” And then a mischievous gleam settles in his eyes. “But since we have the chance I was wondering another thing.”

“Oh?”

“If not, it’s fine. But if you’re interested, why not make the night especially memorable? One you’ll never forget.”

[historian-crown]

HEEEEY NEW ONESHOT JUST UPLOADED!!!

CopiaxReader

Father Jim is the worst person on earth.

Copia is the best person on earth.

[dearlymrme]

Te lo meriti! (CopiaxReader)

Summary: A birthday present for my dearest @nocturnal-birb I did my best and hope you like it. This also goes out to all you folks who feel this way and need a Papa’s support and reassurance.

Copia x Reader || Papa Emeritus iv x Reader || Fluff || Comfort Fic || Established Relationship || Poorly Translated Italian || WC: 1716

You stand before Copia’s door with a manilla folder in hand full of official documents for him to sign off on. There’s a few about his next sermon, some to do with the next tour, and notices from the clergy.

You gently rapped your knuckles against his door, loud enough to get his attention while your other hand brushes invisible dust off your habit and straightens the small amount of wrinkles. You wish you had more time to tidy up. Your hair was being very uncooperative today and you had been in such a rush this morning that you had forgone makeup.

You hoped he wouldn’t mind that you didn’t look your best. However, knowing Copia, it’s not because of your makeup that he’s always staring at your face with his dopey lovesick eyes. You smile at imagining him getting distracted again in the midst of paperwork coercing you that neither of you get any work done.

“One minute!” You frown in concern at the sharpness of his voice, even behind the door. He sounds panicked.

“Papa?” You worry and jump when you hear a loud thump and yelp followed by cursing.

“Merda! Ti userò come legna da ardere!” It’s a hard thing to try and hold back a snicker when you hear him muttering curses at the furniture and wonder just what has him so unsettled that he’s bumping into things. You clearly caught him in the middle of something. You wait, expecting him to open the door but there is more shuffling from the other side before it goes quiet and then he clears his throat.

“Come in.”

You grab the handle and open the door, raising a brow at the dark room. The fireplace is out. The lights are off. The shades are drawn. The only light in the room is that from the now opened doorway, illuminating your Papa’s desk but even it is darkened by your own shadow. You tip your head curiously and reach for the light switch as you step into the room and close the door behind you.

For a split second the whole room was pitch black before you flip the switch and the lights came on, revealing…Just the office, but there are multicolored paper streamers hanging from the ceiling and not much else has changed besides the fact that on the coffee table to the side is a cake with candles and two glasses. It’s small but still just enough to make your stomach drop and the implications.

“Cazzo!” You're startled to set your gaze on the man right beside you. Copia, the most powerful figure in the church, your lover, was standing in such a position that he had to have been hiding in the shadow of the door when you opened it.

In his hand is a colorful cardboard cylinder, which he fumbles with awkwardly.

“Wait! Shit. I had this all planned out and-” He curses and you lift a hand to stop him.

“Copia.”

“AHA!”

And then there is a loud pop and glitter goes flying everywhere. You momentarily transfixed on the shimmering flakes as they catch the light and gracefully fall to the floor. The smell of the explosive breaks you out of your stupor and you glance back to Copia’s smiling and expecting face.

You open your mouth but no words come out and he misinterprets this as a good sign.

“It’s good, si? Took your breath away?” He grins and shakes his hands jazz-like to gesture at the cake and candles and streamers.

“I wondered why you never took your birthday off. You never even mentioned it, I had to look it up. Surprise!” He happily cheered. You bite your lip and take a unsteady breath as you walk over and drop the folder on his desk before turning and looking back at the door.

The brief idea of running away crosses your mind and then you look back to the small preparations he made for this and then at him who stands eager for your reaction, you flush with humiliation.

You lick your lip before crossing your arms over yourself and that causes him to drop his expecting smile. He tentatively approaches and begins to worry with his hands.

“Mia cuore, what is wrong? Don’t you like it?” He asked and you shake your head, looking down at the floor and rub at your arms with nervous energy

“It’s not that. It’s very nice Papa-” He flinches at the title because this is meant to be a moment between you, a happy moment, and when you are being happy together you use his name. You are not happy. You wince at your mistake, so clearly giving away your down mood that only goes further down. He worked hard on this, he wants to see you happy, you should be happy he went through all this effort.

“Copia.” You correct but the damage is done and he looks at you with worry and even a bit of hurt in his eyes. You lick your lips again as you try to figure out a way to explain it.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked and you quickly shook your head.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the problem. I don’t-” You gesture and swallow the knot forming in your throat. Your voice goes tight and what you say ends up a mutter in your shame.

“Say that again?” And you take a deep breath, dropping your arms and curling your fingers into fists at your side.

“You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“Of course I did. Today is a special day.” You shake your head and deny.

“No, you shouldn’t have…I…I’m not worth it.” You say, gesturing to the decorations, meager as they may be, he went and took time out of his busy schedule to put this together.

“You probably had so many other things you could have been doing.” You huff a pathetic attempt at a laugh to try and lighten your own mood but fail. “

Hell, I came to deliver you more paperwork. This is a busy time of the year for you, you know.” You clear your throat and then start to babble as you try to distract from the fact that you feel like absolute shit. Because he went through all this effort and you can’t even muster a smile at him.

You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve him.

“You’ve got the new tour to worry about. Assignments from the clergy. The sermons for next week. Meetings with officials from the Norwegian abbey in a month and-” You gesture to yourself.

“I’m like…You shouldn’t have taken time to…You got other things you could be doing than waste throwing me a party.” You snicker wetly and shake your head, “We need to work on getting your priorities in the right order.”

Copia gives a shocked gasp and you can’t even muster the courage to look at him, focused on the floor and the glitter that litters the carpet and will most certainly be a pain for the cleaners.

“Sorry, I’m gonna-” You make a move to leave and are halted as he snatched up one of your hands.

“Cara mia.” He says adoringly, sympathetically, concerned. You bite your lip and sniffle as it starts to strike at your heart. You still cannot meet his eyes, ashamed of the emotion that litters his voice that he’s wasting on you.

“Look at me?” He suggests in a gentle tone and when you still refuse he gently cups you by the chin with his thumb and guides your head up. Your eyes remain on the floor and your cheeks burn. “Amore, please.”

That breaks you and you finally look at him and wince when you see heartbreak in his eyes. It makes you feel one hundred percent worse.

“La mia amica del cuore. You listen carefully.” You nod as a tear streaks down your cheek.

“My priorities are in order.” He explains.

“Getting you to smile, to be happy, to blush and to laugh?” He smiles at you and moves his hand from your chin to wipe away your tears.

“That is one of my highest priorities.”

It absolutely strangles your heart that such a sweet man can say such sweet things to you, of all people, he says these things to you. And the way he looks at you with such a soft expression and concern on his face as he brings your hand to his lips and presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

It makes you choke and flush embarrassedly.

“I think this is a momentous day, you know.” You sniff and don’t resist when he pulls you close before wrapping his arms around you, thumbing your shoulder gently and pressing a hard kiss to the top of your head. “This is the day you were born, mia cuore. And if you hadn't been born I would have never met you.”

“I don’t know who has told you or led you to believe that you're not worth celebrating but I have some harsh words for them.” He clicks his tongue. “Who? Who has told you that you are not worth it?” He asks you and you shrug, neglecting to answer but he picks up the silent clue too well.

“Oh, well then I have some harsh words for you.”

He places another kiss on your head and hits you with what he deems are cold hard facts.

“You are worth it.” He kisses your forehead.

“You do deserve it.” And he tips your head up once more to claim your lips with his own.

“I love you, mia amore.”

“And I will throw as many birthday parties as it takes before you start believing it. I will not rest until I get these tears of sadness to turn into tears of joy.” He promises before claiming your lips again in a sweet peck.

You sniff before wrapping your arms around his chest and nuzzling your face into his shoulder. A tremble runs through you as he glides his fingers through your hair and strokes your arm.

It’s spoken like a promise. It’s kept like a vow.

“As many hugs. As many kisses. As many parties. As many presents. As many as it takes before you see yourself as worthy of it as I do. Anything and everything, my heart.”