#I'll help you escape Copia

[papacopia-crucified]

Maybe the casket is for someone else.....?

I hope so, cause of you kill Copia, I'll find you...

And I'll kill you.

I'm gonna resurrect Copia if it'll happen I swear to Satan.

[minicopia]

Random headcanons about Papa's

Primo

His bedroom is a second greenhouse;

No, really. He has a lot of plants in every room. Even in the office;

There's time for a nap every day in his schedule;

Knows herbal medicine better than anyone in the Ministry;

Loves tea and Italian pizza;

He also loves candy, but because of this his tummy often hurts🥺;

Pipo often gets cold, so he has a lot of sweaters and warm socks. I'll tell you a secret, he tied many of them himself;

Often reads books while eating;

He loves hugs so much! They don't have to have romantic overtones. A tight friendly hug is enough;

To the brothers and sisters of sin he is like a wise, kind and loving grandfather.

Secondo

Stone Face 24/7/365;

He has bad knees, so he walks with a staff;

Despite his menacing facade, he's so sweet;

He has a chinchilla named Chessie. He constantly pampers her with treats and carries her with him to work in his pocket;

Prefers sweet coffee with milk and tiramisu;

He loves his younger brothers so much, but he will never show it to them, because showing feelings is not courageous;

He has a huge sweater that Primo knitted and Secondo often sleeps in it;

You will be surprised, but he is not the type who likes one-night stands. He prefers to help himself than to take advantage of an unhappy girl in love;

After retirement began to spend more time in the library. He reads a lot of books just to escape reality;

Sometimes he watches melodramas and dreams that that same beloved will appear in his life...

Terzo

Everyone thinks he's a whore, but that's far from true;

Yes, in his youth he starred in several porn films and once participated in an orgy, but that is in the past... Most likely;

He just loves wine. And spicy food;

Someone told him about 30 years ago that he eats too much. Terzo still struggles with Eating Disorder;

He really loves flowers and often helps Primo in the garden;

Of course, he enjoys the attention of women, but not when they just want to sleep with him;

He is interested in sewing, especially toys. Every child in the Ministry has a special toy from Papa Emeritus III;

He also embroidered elements on costumes his ghouls;

He likes opera so much! And ballet. If he hadn't become the Satanic Papa and leader The Ghost Band, he would definitely have become an opera performer;

Sometimes he feeds stray cats that accidentally end up on the territory of the Ministry.

Copia

BEST RAT DAD EVER;

The only one who raised his ghouls himself;

Lover of good breakfast, lunch and dinner. And snacks. And afternoon snack. Oh, he often eats something. And drinks tea with condensed milk or juice;

That person who eats away his troubles with ice cream and watches sad films in the evenings;

His room is littered with comics, video games and various action figures (he especially loves Funko Pop);

In the evenings he goes to the infirmary to visit sick children and reads fairy tales to them. Sometimes he takes a couple of ghouls with him to entertain the children;

There are always sweets in the pockets of his cassock;

Yes, he is cute, shy and funny, but when he is angry... He is worse than the Sister Imperator. Don't make Copia angry;

He is simply an amazing cook. Everyone loves his peach pie with ice cream;

He has serious problems with sleep, so very often at night Copia can be found in the garden while he admires the starry sky.

[ramblingoak]

The Sexy Cardigan

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 6 - Blushing

Copia x Aether

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Copia teaches history at the high school and Aether is a firefighter. ~

Warnings: Copia being awkward and cute, flirty texts idk, nsfw 18+ mdni, 600 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

Aether:  What are you wearing?

Copia’s brain whited out when he read the text and he quickly slapped his phone screen down onto his desk.  He winced when the sharp noise made a few of his students look up from their tests but after he gave them an awkward smile they went back to work.  Unholy hell, what was Aether doing?  His phone vibrated again and Copia took a deep breath before turning it back over.

Aether:  Is it sexy?

He couldn’t help but look down at himself, seeing his usual button up and cardigan.  His pants had felt a little tight this morning but he blamed that on Swiss continuing to show up with pies from his new boyfriend.  Copia nibbled on his bottom lip before slowly typing out his reply.

Copia:  Are cardigans sexy?

The response was immediate and Copia could feel his cheeks heating up violently.

Aether:  On you?  Hell yes.

He bit down on his lip to prevent a delirious laugh from escaping.  Oh this was not an appropriate conversation to have right now.  Copia looked up at the clock on the wall, disappointed to see that there was still an hour left before lunch.  Maybe playing along just a bit longer wouldn’t hurt?  He slouched down in his chair while he responded.

“Mr. Emeritus?”

“Shit!”  Copia fumbled with his phone, cursing again under his breath when it fell to the floor.  With a sigh he looked up to see one of his students standing on the other side of his desk.  “Sì?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

He nodded and waved the student away, managing an awkward thumbs up when they gave him a funny look.  Copia looked down at his phone before bending over to pick it up.  This was ridiculous, he was terrible at flirting in person so continuing this on the phone would just be even more embarrassing.  Determined to delete the text he had typed out he was horrified to see that while fumbling with his phone he had accidentally sent it.

Copia:  What about off?  

“Merda.”  Was there a way to delete sent texts?  Copia stayed frozen in place, trying to decide if it was worth googling.  An alert from Terzo popped up but he ignored it.  He did not have time for whatever the fuck Terzo was up to.  “Uh, class?”

Obediently all their heads popped up from their work.  Copia began to make mental notes of who had been on their phones but decided today would be a good day to let that go.  He started to ask if anyone knew an answer to his problem but his phone vibrated again and the message had his heart speeding up dangerously.

Aether:  Even better.     

“I have to go to the bathroom!”  He jumped up from his desk, banging his knees in the process.  His chair shot out from behind him, hitting the wall and making one of his bulletin boards fall to the floor.  Lucifer, what was wrong with him?  Limping, he made his way over to the door, flinging it open and turning back to his class with as stern a look as he could manage.  “No phones!”

He barely avoided breaking out into a run, rushing into the teacher’s lounge and then into the private bathroom inside.  The students would be ok on their own for a bit.  Probably.  Long enough for him to get the nerve to suggest to Aether they continue this conversation that night at his house.  In person and hopefully naked.

Terzo would be so proud of him. 

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[bupia]

Can you please do 2, 14, and 48 (smut prompts) with Copia? Thank you <3

TENDER SEX

"I've never done it before..." "Well, neither have I." "You've never even touch yourself?" "I'll guide you."

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

(AFAB!Reader: semi public sex; dirty talk; swearing; Italian swearing; oral sex m-afab!r/afab!r-m; unprotected sex; breeding)

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Day 23 | Day 25

This is a part 3 from Erotic Photos and Phone Sex

As the days stretched on without Cardinal Copia, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of longing. It had been a while since you last laid eyes on him, and the emptiness in your heart was undeniable. You understood the demands of his commitment to the Ghost project, but that didn't stop you from missing him. Was it selfish to wish for his presence, even if just for a little while?

The memory of your last video call together was etched in your mind. It had been a bittersweet moment, knowing that it marked the last time you saw him, even if it was through a screen. Copia's relentless schedule had him hopping from one city to another, making it nearly impossible to have those long, heart-to-heart conversations that you craved. It wasn't anger that you felt, just an ache in your heart that grew with each passing day.

But life went on, and you couldn't let yourself be consumed by the void his absence left behind. The Ministry demanded your attention, just like any other morning. Today, it was the mundane task of dealing with the laundry, and you were diligently folding the crisp, white sheets. The routine of it all helped to keep your thoughts at bay, at least for a little while.

Your lips moved silently, humming a tune that brought a touch of comfort to the laundry room as you meticulously sorted the sheets. The early hour meant that there were only a handful of your fellow siblings of sin present, but it was enough to keep the laundry process moving along smoothly. The familiar sounds of fabric rustling and the soft hum of the washing machines filled the room.

As the door to the laundry room creaked open, you didn't immediately shift your focus, assuming it was just another member of the clergy coming to lend a hand with the chores.

However, the sudden movement and commotion among your fellow siblings of sin made you furrow your brows in suspicion. Something wasn't right. As the others shifted toward the direction of the door, a wave of unease washed over you. Before you could react, you felt two strong hands grip your hips from behind, sending a shock of fear racing through your veins.

In that moment, a surprised squeak escaped your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned your head, and there he was, the source of your longing and the cause of your surprise—Copia. His face broke into a wide, brilliant smile as his eyes met yours. The shock that had gripped you moments ago melted away, replaced by pure joy. Without a second thought, you turned your entire body to face him, closing the distance in an instant.

Your arms reached out, wrapping themselves tightly around his neck, and you felt him respond in kind, his strong arms enveloping your waist. The embrace was so tight, so close, that it felt as if your two bodies had become one.

You snuggled your head on Copia's neck, finding solace in his presence. "What are you doing here, Copia?" you inquired, curiosity and relief lacing your voice.

Copia chuckled softly, his breath a comforting rhythm against your ear. "We managed to come back earlier than I thought we would."

Your brows furrowed in curiosity. "How? What happened?"

Copia hesitated for a moment, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. "Eh... an annoying thing actually," he began.

Your concern deepened, and you gently pulled your face away from his neck to look into his eyes. "What? What happened, Copia?"

He met your gaze with a gentle smile and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. "Let's not talk about it now, sì? I want us to enjoy the moment now." His voice was filled with affection and a hint of mischief.

A smile graced your lips, and you whispered, "Well, I'm glad that you came back, Copia..." Your words trailed off as you leaned in to give him a sweet peck on his lips. "I'm really glad."

Copia's gaze held a deep affection as he responded, "I'm glad to be back to you..." He took a step forward, still keeping you securely in his arms, causing your back to gently bump into one of the washing machines.

Your eyes remained locked on each other, an unspoken connection that transcended words. With a soft sigh, you removed your arms from around him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and gently stroking them with your thumbs. Copia leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender and loving kiss.

You inhaled deeply, your entire being melting in the warmth of his embrace. Copia's lips felt incredibly soft, and the connection between your mouths was perfect, as though they were made to fit together. His arms gradually unwound from around your body, his hands finding their way to your back, where he caressed you with delicate and tender touches of his fingertips.

With a subtle tilt of his head, the kiss deepened, evolving into something more passionate. Your tongues met in a sensual dance, a symphony of desire that only seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

The intensity of the kiss had your body instinctively pressing against his, and Copia responded by moving his hands to your hips, sliding them down to your backside. It was a heated, passionate moment, but your instincts kicked in, and you reluctantly broke the kiss.

"Copia!" you chuckled, your cheeks flushed.

"Eh? What?" he inquired, looking slightly bewildered.

"Someone can come in!"

His eyes widened in realization, and he turned his gaze toward the door, then back to you. "Should we... put a sock on the doorknob?" he teased playfully.

Your laughter filled the room as you leaned in for a quick peck on his lips. "Maybe just... lock it?"

"L-Lock... it?" Copia stammered, his own nervousness beginning to surface.

A hint of shyness washed over you, and you took a deep breath before nodding your head.

"Eh... I've never done it before... I mean... in a laundry room..." Copia admitted in a calm tone.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Well, neither have I..."

He began to say something, but you didn't let him finish. Instead, you nodded in agreement and bit your lower lip, your hand slowly trailing down his chest, making his eyes close and a sigh escape his lips.

"Lock the door, Cardinal..." you whispered, your voice laced with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

Copia, with a sly grin, quickly moved to lock the door, ensuring that your intimate encounter would remain undisturbed. The audible click of the lock sent a thrill down your spine, intensifying the atmosphere in the secluded laundry room.

His eyes met yours, with desire and affection in his gaze. You felt a rush of anticipation as he drew you closer. The hum of the washing machines became a distant echo as Copia leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that reignited the passion between you.

"I missed..." Copia began, his words slipping between kisses, "...you."

A smile tugged at your lips, and you replied softly, "I missed you..." punctuating your words with sweet pecks, "...so much."

He withdrew slightly, his intense gaze capturing yours as his hands gently cradled your face. "You were really bad to me on this tour..."

Your eyebrows raised, and you played the role of the innocent one. "What? What have I done?"

Copia leaned in to whisper, "Made me want you. Want you so much that it made me feel like I was dying for you. All the moments I got hard on stage just with the thought of you... not fair... not fair, amore."

His confession sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. "Well, I can't say I'm sorry for that," you teased, your fingers gently brushing his cheek. "But now, you've got me all to yourself."

His voice was a soft, seductive murmur as he declared, "I intend to fulfill my promise of claiming you entirely..."

A thrill of anticipation danced in your eyes as you met Copia's gaze, his whispered promise sending a rush of desire through your veins. Lowering his head to your neck, he fervently pressed his lips to your skin, alternating between ardent kisses and sensual, gentle sucks.

Your fingers deftly moved to his biretta, lifting it from his head and carefully placing it on the washing machine behind you. Your hands then found their way to his hips, pulling him closer, and your arms wrapped around his back, drawing him in with an insatiable desire. With your eyes closed, you savored every sensation—the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the cool moisture of his saliva, and the gentle tickle of his mustache against your neck. It was an intoxicating symphony of feelings that enveloped you in the moment.

"Mmm... Copia..." you purred and began to giggle. "I can't believe we're about to fuck in the laundry room..."

Copia chuckled softly against your neck, his hand finding the back of your neck and tangling his fingers in your hair, his touch caressing your nape. You emitted a soft groan and raised a leg to rub it against his own.

"We can find somewhere else if you prefer, amore..." he whispered, his voice sultry and tempting.

"No," you replied with unwavering desire. "I can't wait for it anymore, I need you to fuck me here, to touch me, to make me yours."

Copia's playful tone teased, "You want me to touch you? Why? You've never even touched yourself?" He brought his face closer to yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh, you're going to mock me now, Cardinal?" you teased back. "If you only knew how many times I touched myself thinking about you, and this..."

With your bold confession, you boldly reached for the bulge in his pants, and Copia's body tensed in response. He bit his lower lip, a low growl escaping him, and a devilish grin curved at the corner of his lips.

"Will you tell me about all those times?" Copia asked, leaning his face closer to yours, his eyes locked onto yours.

You brought your face even closer to his, your lips nearly touching. "I can..." you breathed, your voice a tantalizing whisper. "But I thought you would prefer to fuck me instead of talking."

"Cazzo, amore!" Copia exclaimed, his arousal evident in his tone and the hardness pressing against you. "You make me so hard..."

"Mmm... I can feel it..." you whispered, your hand gently squeezing his hardness.

"For the days I've been gone," Copia began, pulling away from you, and he started to unbutton his mozzetta. "Have you been attending the Mass?" he asked while removing his mozzetta.

"Some of them..." you replied, your gaze fixed on him.

"Bene," he said, untying his fascia from around his body, letting it fall to the floor, and then he moved on to his cassock, beginning to unbutton it. "What about confessions? Have you been confessing your sins?" he asked, peeling off his cassock.

You shook your head.

"It's not because our Dark Lord doesn't reprimand your sins that you should hide them," he admonished, moving his hands to his pants. "You have been sinning, sì?"

"A lot..." you admitted, biting your lip. "Especially when I think about a certain Cardinal..."

"And still, no confessions..." he shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"Is it because I don't want to confess them to our Papa," you said, taking a step towards him. "I want to confess them to my Cardinal..." you whispered, your hand reaching for his on his pants, your fingertips caressing his skin.

"In that case, on your knees for your Cardinal," he said with a mischievous grin, his eyes filled with anticipation.

You knelt obediently before him, and Copia's eyes smoldered with desire as he undid his pants. You eagerly reached for them, pulling them down. His member was already hard, and it sprang free from his pants. You gasped in surprise at the sight of it; it was larger and thicker than it had appeared in the photos and videos, the reality of it causing a surge of excitement and desire to course through you.

With a hunger in your eyes, you licked your lips and wrapped your hand around his throbbing member, stroking it slowly up and down. It quivered under your touch, and a pleasurable shiver ran through your body.

"Mmm...." he hummed in pleasure. "Molto bene, amore..."

You continued your attentive ministrations, feeling his member throb against your palm. The intoxicating sensation sent a rush of warmth between your legs, making you increasingly wet. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and with a bold move, you took him into your mouth, causing him to moan in ecstasy.

You began to suck on him, your head bobbing back and forth, your mouth expertly working over his throbbing length. The sounds of his pleasure filled the laundry room, a harmonious blend of your desires merging into a crescendo of passion and lust.

"I was right..." he began to say, his hand tenderly caressing your hair. "Your sinful mouth would really look amazing around my cock."

You moaned softly in response, your tongue swirling sensually over the tip of his throbbing member, savoring the salty precum that oozed out. With a tantalizing touch, you sucked on it gently, feeling it grow even harder within your mouth. You looked up at him, and saw his eyes glaze over with lust.

"I imagined this so many times," he admitted, his hands cradling your face, fingers tangled in your hair. "And..." he growled, biting his lower lip, "You look so beautiful, so utterly exquisite, while you're sucking my cock..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you took more of him into your mouth. Copia moaned loudly in response and began to thrust into your mouth, the rhythmic in-and-out motion sending waves of pleasure through both of you. You made every effort to accommodate him, trying to take more of him each time he thrust inside, but his impressive size proved a tantalizing challenge. The remainder of him hung over your tongue, and you moaned sensually around his shaft, causing him to groan with unrestrained desire.

"Is that what you wanted, amore?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Having my cock all for you?"

You nodded, your desire evident in your eyes, making words unnecessary. Copia, teasingly, pulled his member out of your mouth, and you whimpered softly, longing for his return. He extended a hand toward you, and you eagerly grabbed it, getting up from the floor.

Still a little breathless from the previous activities, you stammered, "W-What...?"

Copia inhaled deeply and shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Unfortunately, your Cardinal also did a bad thing..."

Your heart raced as he knelt before you. "I need to confess..." he began, going with his hands under your habit. "I also have sinned..." he continued, his fingers tracing your skin. "Just pleasuring myself thinking about you, all those infernal days far from you..." His words sent a thrill through you, and as he reached for the waistbands of your underwear and pulled it down to your ankles, tossing it aside, you couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

Copia's hands caressed your thighs, and he went with his head under your habit, moving it closer to your wetness. As you felt his warm breath against your already dripping core, your legs trembled with desire. You reached for your habit, lifting it. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of Copia, his face flushed with anticipation, looking up at you.

He gently traced his tongue along your sensitive area, savoring your taste, and you responded with a soft gasp, your body arching slightly in response. A smile played on his lips as his tongue teased your most sensitive spot.

"You're so wet already, amore mio," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I can tell how much you want me."

You couldn't deny it, nor did you want to. Your desire for him had been a constant ache during his absence. All you had longed for was him, day and night, in every way imaginable.

"I want you so much, Copia..." you confessed in a soft whimper. "I need you so much..."

Copia grinned at you and then eagerly returned to pleasuring you. His mouth closed around your sensitive nub, his tongue swirling and teasing as you cried out, gasping from the overwhelming sensation. You tossed your head back in ecstasy, but soon your gaze returned to the sight of his head between your legs, captivated by the lustful connection you were sharing. Your juices flowed freely over his chin, and he lapped them hungrily.

"Ah! Copia... that's so good... please don't stop..." you moaned in pleasure, your voice filled with a deep longing for him.

His tongue darted between your folds, and you felt yourself shudder. He lapped at your juices, and then pushed two fingers inside you. You cried out, and then he added a third one.

"Does this feel better than when you do it?" Copia inquired as his fingers worked their magic.

"Yes... yes... yes... so much better... oh, fuck!" You gasped and writhed in response.

"You are so tight here..." he commented, fingers pumping your entrance with expert precision.

He curled his fingers upward to search for your spot, and as soon as he found it, you screamed out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Copia grinned at your response, and you couldn't help but buck your hips, your body craving more of his skilled touch, your desires consuming you.

Copia began to move his fingers in slow, sensual circles, and you couldn't hold back your screams. Your entire body trembled with the intensity of the pleasure. But then, suddenly, he stopped. You looked down, curious, and saw his fingers glistening with your juices.

With an alluring hunger in his eyes, he brought his fingers to his face, opening his mouth and sliding his fingers inside. He sucked on them greedily, cleaning them thoroughly, savoring the taste of your desire. The sight of his unabashed desire and the intimate act intensified the desire between you, making you ache for more.

He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze locked onto you. Your eyes were drawn to the sight of his hairy chest being exposed, and you bit the corner of your lower lip in anticipation. Unable to contain your desire, you turned your back to him, leaning your body against the washing machine, and subtly spreading your legs.

"Please, Copia... Don't make me beg for it," you pleaded, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I need you inside me... Please, just take me now." The urgency in your voice conveyed your insatiable desire for him.

Your passionate words had the desired effect on Copia, igniting a fierce desire within him. He approached you with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down the center of your back until they reached your enticing curves. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and he placed his other hand on your small of your back. Leaning in, his lips brushed against your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Say it again..." he whispered in a low, demanding tone.

"Please, my Cardinal... Make me yours..."

As the words left your lips, he slid his hands up your thighs, his fingers caressing your flesh. You gasped at the electrifying touch, your body arching in response to his sensual exploration. He ran his fingers through your folds, teasing you before he pushed one finger inside you.

"Copia... Stop teasing me... Please, I need your cock!" you gasped, your eyes tightly closed, lost in the sensations.

"That's better, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He smiled at you, then began to slowly slide his finger in and out, while using his other hand to massage your clit. He removed his finger from inside you, and your legs quivered in response to the sudden emptiness. You pushed your hips forward, looking at him above your shoulder with pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, amore..." he purred, his voice filled with desire.

He positioned himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your dripping entrance. You gasped as he slid into you, his size filling you completely. He began thrusting slowly in and out, giving you time to adjust to his girth.

"Copia..." you moaned, biting your lower lip. "So good... Oh! Your cock feels so good... better than I thought..."

Copia furrowed his brows, closing his eyes tightly. "Merda, amore... You are going to make me cum fast with that tight, hot pussy of yours..."

"I-It's... o-okay..." you stammered, your voice trembling with desire. "Just fuck me... fuck me, Copia..."

Copia's thrusts became even more intense, moving faster in and out of you, his hips maintaining a rhythmic precision as he explored the depths of your heated core. His body pressed against yours, his chest against your back, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

With one of your hands, you reached behind you, your fingers tangling in his hair. He began to kiss your shoulder, his lips caressing your skin while he continued to thrust passionately in and out of you. You pressed yourself closer to him, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensations.

"Amore, Oh!" he moaned in ecstasy. "Your pussy is perfect, merda, I will never be able to stop fucking you..."

Your loud moans filled the room, and he maintained his relentless pace, thrusting harder and faster. The washing machine beneath you moved, banging against the wall, a testament to the intensity of his thrusts. Copia held you tightly, and with a deep, heated gaze, he pulled out of you. He turned you to face him, his desire-filled eyes locking onto yours.

Lowering himself, he retrieved his cassock from the floor, adjusting it. "Per favore, lay down, amore... I'll guide you..." he requested.

You nodded and obediently went to lie down on top of his cassock. Copia knelt between your legs, his anticipation evident in his eyes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, bringing you closer until you could feel the intense heat radiating between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around him, eagerly inviting him back into your warmth.

You sighed in pleasure as he reentered you, and Copia began to move his hips, thrusting himself into you with powerful and deep strokes.

"Uuuhh..." you moaned, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

Copia leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. You eagerly wrapped your arms around him, drawing him closer, and you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Your moans of pleasure mingled with his as he continued to pound into you, his member driving deeply and hitting your cervix.

He broke the kiss, and looked down at you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too..." you whispered in response.

Copia's lips found their way to your neck, his breath ragged as he continued his passionate movements inside you. His teeth gently grazed your skin, sending electric waves of sensation through your body. He looked deeply into your eyes.

"Amore... I... I can't hold on anymore... I need to cum..."

"Me too, Copia... Ah...! Cum, cum inside of me... Please, I want you to cum inside of me."

Your words drove him wild, and his breath became even more ragged. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your cries of pleasure filling the laundry room. Copia's pace quickened, and he straightened his body, gripping your hips, guiding you down onto his throbbing length. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him close, and his thrusts became more urgent.

"I'm cumming, amore!" he cried out, his release erupting inside you.

You could feel his hot release shooting deep within you, coating your insides. You called out his name, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you as your body shook with pleasure. The passionate connection between you both had reached its zenith, and you clung to each other as waves of ecstasy coursed through your bodies.

Copia's body collapsed on top of yours, and both of you panted heavily, lost in the aftermath of your passion. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss on your cheek, which made you smile. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck and hummed contentedly.

"Do you think the washing machines covered our sounds, amore?" he whispered close to your ear.

"Hopefully they did," you chuckled.

Copia slowly straightened his body and withdrew from you, his release trickling out of your entrance. He collected it with the tip of his member and gently pushed it back inside, causing you to gasp.

"We don't want it on my cassock," he said, pulling away once more.

"That's okay, Copia..." you replied, chuckling. "If it gets dirt, we're in a laundry room anyway."

Copia looked at you, and then you both glanced around, before sharing a laugh. He lowered his body, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Finally, he was back with you, the longing and desire between you stronger than ever.

[leezlelatch]

Can you write something about sleepy nights with Copia? <3

Copia x Reader: Sleepy Nights 🌙

☁️ Copia works so hard. There's an exhaustion in his eyes as he sits across the dinner table from you, his shoulders curl forward as he washes his dish. He moves sluggishly about, a heaviness to his step.

☁️ When you join him on the couch, he's laying side body against it, his head resting on the back as he gazes at you with hooded eyes. His hand reaches out to lay against your thigh, his thumb creating a pattern of figure eights. Despite his weariness, his soft voice asks about you. Your day, how you are, if you need anything. Ever devoted.

☁️ He's still in his trousers and black button down, a hint of his suspenders pressing through the fabric, and you know he'll fall asleep in his clothes if you don't get him moving.

"Let's get cozy, amore," you whisper to him, watching as he closes his eyes and scrunches his face with the sweetest smile, a reaction you often get when speaking Italian to him. His eyes are bleary when he opens them, but he manages to lean forward to gently nuzzle his nose against yours with a whispered and sleepy, "Okay."

☁️ Copia loves his cozy clothes. Sweatpants, tees, and sweaters line his closet next to a big fluffy robe with little ratties printed all over. It was meant to be a gag gift, but he adores it, and will often try to wrap you up in it with him, giggling as he says, "You'll fit! You just have to get closer, huh?"

☁️ You sit him down in the bathroom, running a warm cloth across his face to remove his paints. He slowly blinks up at you, chin resting against your stomach, his lips parted slightly as you take your time reverently sliding the washcloth across every freckle long after the paint is removed. His hands slide up and down your sides, a gentle sighing coo escaping him as he turns his clean face forward to press against you.

☁️ It takes a lot of coaxing to get your sleepy love up, his hands clinging to you, trying to draw you back into his embrace as he leans his head heavily against your shoulder once standing, but you manage to get him in his favorite jammies, some tension leaving his shoulders once the confines of his every day dress clothes are gone.

☁️ Between slow and sweet kisses against your neck and dragging him toward the bed, he suddenly stops you, pulling back to take your lips with his own before wandering back over to the closet, returning with your own set of pajamas that conveniently match his.

"I take care of you too, si?" He says, and despite his evident exhaustion, he helps you step into your sleep clothes, his hands firm against your waist, arms, the small of your back as if to say "I'm here, I've got you."

☁️ You slide into bed together, the thick comforter enveloping you both as you lie on your sides incredibly close, your legs already tangled under the sheets. You slide your fingers through his hair, and Copia captures your hand to plant a kiss to each of your fingers. His eyes close, then open, as if he's forcing himself to stay awake.

"Sleep," you whisper, smiling softly, rubbing a thumb along his cheek.

Copa merely sighs and leans his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling as he whispers back, "Visit me in my dreams? I miss you when I sleep."

"I'll be right here. Always."

[papasbaseball]

Invited (Dracopia x Reader)

+18 CONTENT NOT FOR MINORS. MINORS KEEP SCROLLING

Pairing: Copia x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dubious consent (vampiric mind reading), blood, we end up in the hospital

Summary: Cardinal Copia finds his prey dreaming about pleasing him and comes in for a late-night cuddle... and snack... and fuck.

Notes: This started off as a Twitter drabble and then things kinda got out of hand and I lost like half my work at one point. It could be better, but I just wanted to finish it. It's purely self-indulgent if we're being honest.

Translations at the end

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You woke from your sleep slick with sweat. The pit of your stomach gnawed with worry that you'd developed a fever in the middle of the night as your legs kicked at the blankets and numb limbs pawed at the puddles of sweat on your neck. Someone pulled you closer. There wasn’t supposed to be a someone.

"Shhh, rilassati, you are having a bad dream." You couldn't help but feel that the voice was right. This was a dream. One of those vivid ones where when he pulled you closer you swore you could feel the soft cotton of his undershirt and the little rough curls of chest hair that peeked out of the top.

He shifted and brought a handkerchief to your neck, gently dabbing away the slick sheen. "You run very hot, cara mia," he said, dropping his voice to a whisper, "I like that."

A soft whimper escaped you as you snuggled further into your brain's sleep concocted Cardinal Copia. You were pretty certain that's who he was when he'd given a dark haughty chuckle in return.

"Bellissima, go to sleep, little one."

"But I'm already asleep." A tired smile spread as you wrapped an arm around the dream of him, dragging your nails down his back.

He tensed, a warning growl rumbling in his throat. "You are playing with fire, cara mia."

You kissed his cotton-covered chest and gave a few lazy scratches between his shoulder blades. "Really?"

The way he pinned you to the bed woke you to the reality that he was here and real and you'd been teasing an upper member of the clergy.

"How did you get in here?" You tried to hide the panic and embarrassment in your voice.

"I can read thoughts, cara mia, and oh what a wonderful dream you were having. Do you remember it?"

You shook your head even though it was fresh. You couldn't admit it.

"I think you do, " he smiled before placing a kiss on your jaw. He drew so so close to your ear, those soft lips passing tickling breaths against the shell. "You were sucking my cock like a good girl, weren't you?" He took the lobe between his teeth, giving a gentle nibble. "Go on, you can confess to your cardinal."

"Y-yes," you squeaked.

"A little louder, please. I saw you on your knees. The way you took it all the way down your throat, looking up at me, at your master. You wanted to please me didn't you?"

You jerked as he dragged his nails down the damp cotton of your panties. Your legs tried to snap shut, but he gave a warning slap to your inner thigh. "Answer me, bambina."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I wanted to please you." You turned your head so you wouldn't have to look at him as you said, "I love s-"

"Look at me," he said, grabbing you by the jaw.

Your stomach flipped as his white eye penetrated you and your thoughts.

"I love sucking your cock."

He brought his lips to yours and you nearly cut yourself on his sharp teeth. He moaned at your gasp of surprise and was already hooking an arm under your knee to open you fully to him.

"Did my teeth scare you? I promise I'll be gentle. Such a good girl that loves her Cardinal's cock deserves that."

He met your hips with his own. The size of his cock was apparent and had the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "Cardinal, please."

"I intend to."

The sound of stitches cracking like short whips sent a chill up your spine as he ripped your panties. He pressed your unhooked thigh flat to the bed.

"Do you want me to fuck you, dolce?"

The cool air of the room licking against your wet cunt had you nodding for his mercy.

"Go on, Take it then." Your hand shook as it smoothed the fine fabric of his dress pants over his cock. His white eye seemed to glow in the darkness as you undid button and zipper. Sliding pants and briefs over cold powerful hips, you noticed how his skin that had touched yours had warmed. Your hand jerked back as you went to stroke him.

"You're cold"

"I apologize. Let me fix that." The glowing pupil dipped below your jawline and you yelped as sharp pain radiated from your neck. You writhed under the restraint of him until a sense of peace washed over you. Your veins felt slowed with syrup and your mind fuzzy with a pleasurable haze. You couldn't help twisting a hand into his quickly disheveling hair and pushing him further into your neck.

"See, bambina?" he said between gulping down mouthfuls of blood. "Doesn't this feel good?"

You reached down to stroke him again. This time his cock was warm, warm with the blood from your own veins. A groan tore from your throat.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me."

He flattened his tongue against the wound before trailing kisses up to your ear. "Are you inviting me in?" He moved his hips forward just enough for you to line him up, but stopped there. "Beg."

You tried to move to hasten the process but your body felt like it was moving through water. There was no choice. "Please fuck me, Cardinal."

"How badly do you want it, cara mia?" He placed a bloody kiss on your cheek, his hand drawing distracting circles on your inner thigh.

"More than anything. Please, I need it."

"Would you die for it?"

Your heart was hammering in your ears. He could kill you if he wanted to. He might kill you. His hand moved its lazy circles from your thigh to your clit. There was no hesitation left. "I would die for it."

Sharp teeth dripping in blood knocked against yours as he pierced you. You moaned into the kiss as he filled you deeper and deeper. The warmth that you'd given him nestled so deeply inside that you could feel the pit of your stomach.

"You have a lovely pussy. So wet from dreaming about how to please me." His thumb circled your clit as he gave a small push before pulling back out. It was everything you could do to hook your free leg around his hips in a plea for him to fill you again.

"Need you," you slurred.

"I know."

He set a steady slow rhythm, letting you savor the ridge of every vein as it dragged deliciously within. His brow set with a concentration you'd never seen before. Was he reading your thoughts?

His lips twitched up in a crimson smile giving you your answer.

The fingers between you worked faster and you whined as they moved like they were your own, so in tune with your own pleasure.

"Cardinal..."

"You're going to cum?"

His hand pulled back, drawing a whimper from your throat. You were so close.

"Just a little bit longer. Take my cock like a good girl. You can do it."

He shifted his hips and the new angle had you toeing the precipice again.

"I'm-"

"Hold it. I'll tell you when."

Tears pricked your eyes as you held back, not wanting to find out the consequences for angering one of the undead. He might drain you anyways, but you weren’t going to give him any incentive. What if he did kill you?

His hips stuttered and you knew he was close.

"Please?" you dared to beg.

"Cum for me, bambina."

Your resolve cracked and shattered like a mirror as the sweet waves of pleasure begged for his seed. He growled and you could feel him spill deep within you. Diving for your neck, he reopened the wound, lapping up the oxytocin-laced blood.

…

You weren't really certain when things had stopped. Everything was a blur between then and when you woke up in the infirmary with a bandage around your neck and a card next to a modest posy of fresh flowers.

You flicked the card open.

"Thank you for the invitation. Apologies for stopping by unannounced. Next time, my place?

-CC"

Translations:

Rilassati - relax

Cara mia - my dear

Bellissima - beautiful

Bambina - (little) girl

Dolce - sweet

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

I seen that your HCs are open and it literally couldn’t have come at a better time, I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed next week and I have been having sleepless nights over it. For someone who’s DEATHLY scared of anything medical/dental this is such a big deal- plus I have to go through it whilst awake because I’m not able to have the anaesthesia. I’m almost 30 so am often made to feel humiliated about my fear so was wondering how papa iii or Copia (my favs) would comfort someone going through this for some sort of escapism if you will- I adore your blog too much sweetness 🖤

Oh man, I hope you had an easy procedure!! This definitely came late, but I hope you enjoy it none the less!

As someone who had their wisdom teeth out, it's never fun! There is no reason to ever be ashamed of being scared!!

Throwing in a minor trigger warning tag for medical procedures, medical instruments, shots, and other unfun things!

Papa III and Papa IV/Copia Comforting an S/O Terrified of their coming Medical Procedure

Papa III:

~The night before he does everything he can to take your mind off of the next day. That way you aren't stressing yourself out and can actually sleep that night! Takes you out to dinner, makes sure you are doing something fun, and even going out for gelato! Anything to keep your anxiety at bay!

~Papa has a wonderfully brilliant way of downplaying the procedure for you. "Oh that? That's NOTHING! You can do this in your sleep! That wouldn't hurt a fly! You'll be in and out in no time! WHY, I bet I'll yawn ONCE, Amore, and you'll be done!" Papa is very good at talking it down, and you're grateful for it!

~If the procedure/medical facility will allow him, Papa would 100% be in the room with you and annoy most of the staff. He has no problems holding your hand as tight as you need during! Papa is all about that moral support and comfort! The best part? You can feel his thumb brush the top of your hand to remind you that he's there.

~If it's something like a dental surgery, where you can't talk, Papa ends up talking the entire time. You listen as he just fills the entire room with stories and other topics he finds interesting. At first the staff working on you is super annoyed, but soon even they want to know what happens next! The sound of his voice and listening to his story ends up calming you down and taking your mind off of everything happening.

~You both love and hate that he asks so many questions of your doctor. He's genuinely curious about what's going to happen! Your doctor and Papa, thankfully, don't mention any part that involves getting shots or getting cut open. It ends up being an educational time for your both. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the almost child like curiosity Papa had!

~If you have something removed (like wisdom teeth) Papa INSISTS you should be allowed to take it home and keep it in a jar! You have to put a stop to it immediately, unless he actually leaves the facility with your removed body part like an oddity display!

~Provided that you are coherent enough (and not on TOO STRONG of pain meds), Papa will take you to get a surprise after! Anything you want! Shopping, ice cream, dinner? Just name it! You DESERVE it after such a tough day!

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia:

~Unfortunately, Copia might just be as worried as you are! Strange coming from the man who was completely fine getting recreational plastic surgery! Copia is just unable to watch any of his loved ones go into medical procedures- most of all you, his partner! Copia HATES seeing you suffer or need any kind of treatment! He tends to get a bit dramatic about it out of worry, but he's been getting better at keeping it to himself. After all, this is about YOU needing comfort! Not him making it worse!

~Something Copia does that helps you be less scared about your coming procedure is researching every aspect of it. Copia by nature loves research. The more he knows about a topic the more in control he feels. With your permission he can info dump about everything that's going to happen during your procedure! That includes instruments used, recovery times, and even how they will stitch you up after (if needed.) While it makes him better, he understands if it doesn't make you feel better.

~Somehow, Copia managed to swing taking the day off to go with you to the medical facility! Copia wants to be there in person to comfort and support you! He knows how nervous you'll be! (Also how nervous HE will be if he doesn't have a constant update on you.)

~They allow him in the room but he is forced to sit on the opposite side of the room. Why? Because he keeps hovering over your doctor to make sure you are alright. That and he has knocked over the table for the instruments when he first got into the room. It makes you laugh, but the staff is less than amused. Copia will consistently ask if you're alright through out. He sighs in relief whenever you give a thumbs up.

~Like Papa III, Copia will hold your hand if allowed. He loves to kiss it and whisper encouragements and reassurances to you. You're going to be fine, he promises! He's here for you! Will even sing for you gently if it keeps you calm.

~After everything is said and done Copia will bother your doctor for a status update! You go ahead and let him because it makes you laugh and a bit flattered that he's so involved! The doctor forces him to sit down and lets you both know how everything went. The doctor pre-emptively has the front desk print out a pamphlet of how to take care of you post-procedure, knowing Copia will hound them about it.

~Copia will be happy to get you anything you want after, but INSIST you must stay sitting or in bed! He will happily run and get it for you! Just worry about recovering! Copia would give you a giant diamond if it made you happy and resting easier! You're not sure whether to be amused or shocked that he got himself this worked up! He finally calms down when you tell him that HE needs to settle down. Copia doesn't want to stress you so he happily complies!

[ryuzatodraws-archive]

''Rumour has it, I make you nervous''.

The Director x Copia

Copia gulps

''Rumour has it, I make you nervous''. The Director is merely inches away from Copia. His platform high shoes makes them almost the same height but Copia couldnt help but feel smaller.

How could he not be nervous about it? He has only seen him once in the beginning of each tour, He had heard many things about this man, and he knows that he is in charge with all the marketing and the touring.

not to mention theres that thing with his 'Secretary', thinking about them gave Copia goosebumps.

''Well?'' The Director waits for a response from Copia.

''e-eh no! I mean uh yes! ...a little bit?'' Copia fumbles with his words.

The pencil moustached man sighed for a moment. He couldn't believe that he is in charge in selling the Clergy's music with Copia as a frontman. This nervous- hand fumbling - juice drinking man who is by some miracle a Papa now. He misses the time of Secondo or even his youngest brother Terzo whom he's rather close with.

''Right , Copia you're coming with me today to do some interviews.''

Copia's eyes widens, isn't it his job to do the interviews? why would he need to follow him? what would he say? '' uh me?''

''Yes you, its about time you get out from that room of yours. Just go out there, talk to whatever they asked you. Sign some stuff and we'll be on our way.''

Copia's thin smile is apparent as he sweats a bit, he tries not to appear so nervous but it fails.

Another sigh escaped from the Director. ''I'll get you some mcDonalds after...would you like that?''

He beams. The Director could not believe that it worked. The Papa literally beams at the thought of McDonalds.

''uh well if you say so then.'' Copia acts nonchalantly , brushing back his hair and nodding. ''What time are we going?''

''In an hour, get your best look ready or I will leave you without McDonalds.'' the man in charge smirks for a moment before turning on his heels and leaving.

It scares him how easy it is to persuade the man, He's starting to worry that people might take advantage of his singer.

But then again maybe he is being manipulated right now.

''Get the car ready, we're getting some Mcflurries.'' The Director passes by his Secretary, with a smile and a nod they got up from their desk with their satchel and a car key.

guess Mcdonalds makes these people happy

[ghostussy]

Bedtime

After a long day of work, Copia joins the ghouls in their nest for a movie night.

Aether is quiet when he knocks on Copia's office door late into the night. He almost didn't hear it, but the shuffling and mumbles from the hall notified him of his ghoul's presence.

"Come in," he calls.

"Good evening, papa," he greets, entering the small office and moving to stand close to the desk. "Are you busy?"

"A bit, yes. But I can always spare some time for my ghouls." Aether notices that the man looks absolutely exhausted. Deep shadows blossom underneath his bloodshot eyelids, and his shoulders sagged as though an unseen weight rested on them. That comes as no surprise; the work always seemed to pile up, with no reprieve in sight.

"We're hosting a movie night. And we made a nest."

Copia chuckles, checking his watch. "Oke-doke. I just need to finish this, okay? Give me fifteen minutes." He covered his mouth, stifling a yawn. "I've been doing paperwork long enough for one night."

Aether gives him a respectful nod. "I'll go gather snacks and start the movie."

. . .

"Where is he? Didn't he say he was coming?" Cirrus was visibly upset. "Maybe he is unwell?"

"I'm sure he is just fine. You know how Copia is. He's probably still working." Spoke Swiss.

"But it's been an hour! He said fifteen minutes! Right Aether?"

"Yes. I'm going to go back and check on him. You guys keep watching the movie, I'll be right back." he responds, moving to stand.

When he arrives at his office, he is surprised when there is no response to his knocking.

"Papa? Papa, I'm coming in if you don't answer." No response.

He opens the door cautiously, unsure of what he'll find behind it.

Copia was still seated at the desk, fast asleep. Papers were scattered across the hard wood, trapped underneath the arm that cradled his head. His other arm lay straight across the work surface, a pen barely sitting in his open hand. Though part of his face was hidden in the crook of his arm, Aether could catch a glimpse of his superior. His features had slackened, cheeks lightly flushed with sleep. The shadows underneath his eyes seemingly got more noticeable, and heavy snores escaped his lips. He looked even more exhausted than before.

Aether took a moment to snap a quick photo with his phone before approaching the sleeping man. "Papa? Papa, it's me. We're having our movie night, remember?" He ran a gentle hand up his back in an attempt to rouse him.

"Hnngh," he mumbles in response, his voice low and gruff. "Can't. Busy."

"Copia, you fell asleep."

"'M workin'." His words were slurred with sleep.

"No, you're not. You're done." He says this more harshly. "You are going to come with me to the nest, and have a good night's sleep for once. Now come on... or are you going to make me carry you?"

"Nooooo..." He whines sleepily. "'M busy. Papa stuff."

"No more of that. Come on." Aether moves to gather the man in his arms. Though it is certainly difficult, he manages just fine. Copia's head lulls onto the bigger ghoul's shoulder, and he wakes up ever so slightly.

"Dove stiamo andando? (Where are we going?)" He asks, a mix of confusion and sleep in his voice.

"Il nido (the nest)," he responds, keeping his voice low. "We are going to watch a movie while you lay down and relax. Swiss brought blankets, and Mountain picked the movie, and Cumulus helped me bring the snacks. It's nice and cozy in there, perfect for a cuddle and a good rest. Doesn't that sound nice, hmm?"

"Mhm, yes."

"Good, good. Let's get you cozied up then."

. . .

"So that's what happened." Cirrus was the first to point out the sleeping man in Aether's arms.

"Wow, he's really out." Mountain moves to help him settle Copia in, bundling him up amongst the blankets and pillows in the middle of the ghoul pile. They're quick to close in, ghouls curling up and wrapping themselves around the unconscious man. He stirs, waking slightly.

When his eyes open, the ghouls can see the confusion on his face. Sluggishness plagues him, making it difficult for him to speak.

"...Ghouls? What are- oh." He rubs at his eyes with closed fists, sucking in a breath. "Did I fall asleep during the movie? I'm so-" He is quickly interrupted by several ghouls shushing him at once.

"Papa, you didn't even make it here," Sunshine tells him. "Aether had to carry you."

"...What? Oh, Aether, I'm so sorry. I didn't-" he's shushed yet again.

"Go back to sleep," Swiss is speaking now, "you're obviously exhausted."

"No, no, I'll watch the movie. I won't miss quality time with my ghouls." He yawns as he says it.

Sodo curls closer, allowing his power as a fire ghoul to warm the sleepy man. Subconsciously, Copia pulls closer to the ghoul, trying to absorb as much warmth as possible. After a moment, he realizes he's surrounded by the gentle purring of several ghouls. Someone is playing with his hair, another is rubbing his back.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Within seconds, his eyelids are drooping. He's trying to focus on the movie to keep from dozing off, but he's so damn tired.

"Oh, Copia," coos Aether, watching the way the man relaxes. "Go back to sleep. It's okay."

"Don't patronize me," he mumbles, eyelids fluttering.

"Don't mind him," purrs Cumulus. "Why don't you just focus on the movie?"

"I'm trying to."

"Good. Just don't think about how comfy you are... It makes it harder to stay awake."

"Mhm..."

"Try not to think about how warm and cozy you are, all cuddled up next to your ghouls... How warm Sodo must be, sharing all of that comforting heat with you... How soft those blankets must feel, after such a long day in the office...

I wonder, how heavy are those little eyelids of yours? Surely they must be tired... Try not to think about how nice it would feel to close them. Wouldn't that be nice? To just close your eyes and let all your stresses melt away?"

He tries to give her a look, but it's already too late. His eyelids flutter once, then close for the last time. His head is falling back, only to relax against a ghoul and some soft pillows. His heartbeat slows, breaths evening out into deep snores.

"Poor thing. He's out like a light." she mutters.

"Damn. You're telling the bedtime story next time," yawns Mountain.

"Clearly I should, just look at him!"

That night, Copia enjoyed the best night of sleep he's had in a long time.

[ramblingoak]

A Few Scratches

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 18: Holding Hands

Copia x Aether

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ ~ In Lucifer's Hollow Copia teaches history at the high school and Aether is a firefighter. ~

Warnings: some whump here, mentions of injuries from a car accident, but it's mixed in with some mushiness, sfw, 960 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

The steady beep of the monitor was the most reassuring sound Aether had ever heard.

So was the feeling of Copia’s hand in his, the skin soft and warm.  He hadn’t been able to let go since the doctors had let him in the room.  Aether hoped Copia could feel it, he hoped that despite how scared he was still his presence was soothing in some way.  He knew Copia was going to be fine despite the stitches on his forehead and the cast on his leg.  The doctors had reassured him multiple times they were only keeping him overnight as a precaution but Aether still hadn’t been able to shake the fear that was making his chest feel tight.

It was different when it was someone you cared about, someone you loved.  Aether cared for everyone in their town whether he knew them or not but Copia was different.  Copia had quickly become everything to him and when he’d gotten the phone call from the hospital that afternoon it had felt like his entire world was crashing down around him.  Without Secondo there he might not have made it to the hospital.

He dropped his head down onto the bed, taking deep breaths to try and relax.  Copia shouldn’t be here.  He should be at home singing to ABBA in their kitchen or in his office lamenting the essay writing skills of his students.  Aether was never going to forgive himself for not driving him to work that day.  His other hand clenched in the bed sheets and if it wasn’t for the calming hand on his shoulder he probably would have started tearing them up.

“This isn’t your fault.”  Aether shook his head against the bed before sucking a breath in through his teeth and straightening up.  Through the tears in his eyes he saw Secondo standing there, a cup of coffee in his hand.  “Stop blaming yourself.”

“The only reason he was driving was because I locked my damn keys in my car.”

“Something we’ve all done before and something Copia has done many, many times.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that the one day I don’t take him to work this happens.”

“If you’re going to blame anyone you should blame that turista idiota.  Accidents happen.”  Aether didn’t respond so Secondo dropped a hand onto his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.  “Especially to my fratellino, as you know.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, thinking back to the first few times he had met Copia.  Both due to the man getting distracted and setting his kitchen on fire.  Satanas, he loved this man so much.  A sob escaped him and he leaned forward again, this time laying his head on Copia’s chest.  Beside him Secondo was a silent sentry, one hand still resting reassuringly on his shoulder as he cried.  Aether stayed that way until he began to feel fingers carding through his hair.

“Aether?”  Copia’s voice was quiet but strong.  When Aether lifted his head Copia’s hand fell from his hair and cupped his cheek instead.  “Stai bene, tesoro?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”  He sniffled and scrubbed a hand over his face, grabbing Copia’s hand in his when he was done.  “How are you doing?”

“Like someone ran a stop sign and destroyed my car.”  Copia tried to sit up but immediately stopped, groaning as the movement jostled his leg.  “And me.”

“Non essere un bambino, fratello.”  Secondo smirked down at his little brother and took a sip of his coffee.  “It’s just a few scratches.”

“Come closer and I’ll give you just a few scratches.” 

“Cumulus has your car at her shop already.  I’m sure it’ll be good as new soon.”  Aether squeezed Copia’s hands, bringing one up so he could place a kiss on the back of it.  “You on the other hand need lots of rest.”

A soft snore was his only answer so Aether let go of one of his hands, gently lowering it onto the bed.  He adjusted Copia’s blankets, smoothing out the wrinkles as best he could.

“If he wakes up again, tell him I will check on his rats.”  Aether looked up at Secondo and nodded, feeling incredibly thankful to have this man as not just his boss but his friend.  The man gave him a stern look but Aether didn’t need to focus on his quintessence to feel the emotion behind it.  “Follow his lead and get some rest.”

He nodded, watching Secondo leave the room and close the door quietly behind him.  Copia was snoring softly, the pain meds thankfully doing their job.  Aether fidgeted in his seat briefly before deciding he didn’t care if anyone got mad at him for what he was about to do.  He let go of Copia’s hand long enough to untie his boots and then climbed onto the bed next to him, taking care to avoid jostling his leg and where Aether knew the bruises were.

When he was settled he took Copia’s hand again, smiling when he felt him squeeze it briefly.  His tail moved on its own accord, wrapping around Copia’s leg and making the man snort in his sleep.  Aether shushed him when his eyes blinked open and he mumbled something in Italian.

“Go back to sleep, love.”

“Mmm, don’t leave.”

“I won’t, I promise.”  Aether kissed Copia’s cheek and then rested his head next to his on the pillow.  “I’ll take care of you forever.”

“Forever, eh?”  Copia yawned then, wincing when it bothered a small bruise on his cheek.  “I like the sound of that.”

He was snoring again shortly after, his head turned slightly towards Aether’s.  The ghoul couldn’t help but kiss the tip of the nose he loved so much before settling down again.

“Me too.”

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"Have you been drinking? You look terrible" with C3 pls either nsfw or sfw

tag : copia x terzo , copia x secondo , fluff , slight angst

The sharp liquor hits Copia's nose again. It had become rather too frequent. First it was with his brother and now Terzo himself. He sighs and set the bottle away before cupping The Papa's face. Terzo's giddy smile greets him instead and Copia frowns.

''Have you been drinking? you look terrible.'' He fixes Terzo's hair away and start to clear the table from the mess he made.

It's not enough that he had to take care of Secondo before his descent and now he has to take care of Terzo next. He guesses thats why they are related after all.

''Hey hey.'' Terzo nudges him with his foot before leaning in , grabbing Copia's wrist and pulling him into his lap on the armchair. ''It's not that much , caro.''

The Cardinal sighs and lets Terzo caress his cheek, he gives up and rests his head on Terzo's shoulder as he lets his eyes absorbs the small details on the man's face. The smell of alcohol already lingering in his nose, but he lets Terzo's grey eyes focuses on him instead.

''I know you misses my brother, and I'm sorry that he's gone.'' The only sober thing that Terzo spoke so far that night.

Copia shakes his head and buries his face into The Papa. It had only been a month. He didn't expect that Secondo's descending means not only giving up the mitre but his life as well. Slowly Terzo rubs his back.

''I used to hate you, thinking if you didn't rise to be a Papa then Secondo might still be alive.'' a sigh escaped from Copia. ''That is until...Omega told the truth, that it was Sister Imperator's plan...and I felt terrible for holding such grudges with you.'' Copia lets his eyes wander on Terzo again.

While it is true that this man is smaller, he didn't have Secondo's tough stature and the incredible glooming aura but he does have his way with Copia, as if he knows exactly where to touch and what to say to him. The Cardinal couldn't help but to ease into him.

Terzo tries his luck and presses a kiss on Copia's lips, he's surprised that the Cardinal didn't flinch or back away, but instead leaning in more into him. He lets the other man kisses him till he can taste the salt of Copia's tears, and that's when he releases his lips.

Copia tries to be tough, but his quivering lips and streaming tears gave him away. He never did had a chance to grieve over Secondo, all of them didnt. Terzo pulls him back into a tight hug, cooing him as he lets Copia sobs.

''It'll be alright. You know he loves you.'' Terzo muttered slowly. He wanted to tell him that he could love Copia as hard as how his brother does, but he knows he shouldn't forces his way in. Not now at least. ''I'll be right here for you.''

Copia clenches his fist onto the other's shirt, nodding as he slowly composes himself back. ''Would you mind...if I stayed?''

Terzo nods, sober and sure as ever. ''However long you like,caro.''

''Grazie.'' The Cardinal smiles hearing that. Perhaps he could give the younger brother a chance. He's the only one he had anyway in times like these. He appreciate the company.