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serene-sun · 2 months

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Hey! Congrats on the promotion‼️ Also I has a request for you~~

I feel like there isn’t enough Chubby fem readers in this fandom. However you are one of my favorite authors. You see where this is going?

My request is: Could you write a Copia x Chubby Fem! Reader please? It would mean the world thank you so much!!!

Thank you lovely, and yes I got your request previously. Sorry for the long wait- I currently have the flu. I agree, there really aren’t, and copia loves you so much. This is mainly more of a comfort fic and fluff, because it shouldn’t be a big deal if your chubby since your beautiful either way! You know what I mean? But everyone needs comfort :)

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Pairing: copia x fem chubby reader

Summary: you and copia grow close as you prepare for the spring ball, if only your insecurity didn’t stand in the way

Warnings: insecurity, stereotypes, small mentions of nudity and boobs, cumulus is fairy god motherrrr

A/n: every body is beautiful, there will be a part two that will be makeup sex,

REFERENCES: shoes | dress | copia |

“Yes papa,” you say, hands clasped together as you nod your head.

“Ah what would I do without you, bel sole.” Copia says as he places a hand on your shoulder.

You smile softly, a small blush appearing across your face as his eyes leave yours.

Papa copia wasn’t very touchy with anyone but the ghouls and his brothers. So it was times like these where he would give small moments of affection to his favorite siblings.

Today, you were helping papa with preparing for the spring ball. It was a staple of the abbey to greet the new season with a special party. Rituals and ceremonies would follow.

You had just finished brining groceries into the ghoul kitchen, they had their own wing as well as a den and kitchen and such on. Now that you were papas assistant, you took it upon yourself to take care of the ghouls as well as your leader.

“Ah! Did you get the macaroni I like?” A ghoul popped up from behind you, startling you out of your daydreams.

You straighten your habit, “uh…yes I think so.” You say as you regain focus.

“Hey, you alright? Look a little pink.” He says, a concern voice growing.

You look at them and smile, “oh I’m fine, just hot.” It wasn’t the truth nor a lie. The red apple of your cheeks was both from the layers of your uniform and the activity.

“Let me I unpack, go to your room and cool off.” They say as they take a few of the bags, “I know it must be hot in all of those layers.”

It’s not like you were dressed for winter, but you refrained from the tight and showing uniforms the other siblings wore. You stayed to the traditional full length and modest coverage, you were more focused on worship than lust as most others had, so you saw no need to sexualize yourself. It had its pros and cons, you mainly wore full coverage because of your insecurity a on your curves. It hurt to see them in the mirror, and you tried but couldn’t get rid of the soft hills and valleys of your body.

You always grew up with Barbie dolls and shows that showed ‘normal people’, so from the young age you grew up thinking that your beauty was negative. However you were happy for the other women bigger or the same size as you that proudly showed off their shapes. It’s not like you hated chubby people, it’s just that you didn’t feel comfortable in your own body.

You walked to your room and closed the door, quickly pulling off the warm fabric. Your dorm room was between the ghouls and papas, all 5 papal chambers on one hall, as well as a hall for each era of ghouls.

As you got fully undressed, you were about to unclasp the back of your bra, breasts already about to spill from the black laced fabric before the door opens half way, a sorry gasp from the door frame.

“Ah! I- I’m sorry miss!” Papa exclaims, lips parted and wide eyes as he freezes at the sight of your body.

You let out a cold breath as you shiver, “get out! Get out get out! Why doesn’t anybody knock??” You fill with guilt as he quickly closes the door.

You melt onto the bed as you hide under the covers, “oh god oh god he’s gonna fire me now.” You worry as you shutter.

After a few hours, it comes dinner time and you are forced to meet him again.

“Eh..I want to apologize for earlier, it is completely my fault for not knocking.” Copia apologizes from behind his oak desk, a blush on his face, you can’t tell if he’s embarrassed or shy from your figure

“No it’s…it’s ok…it’s my fault for not locking the door.” You say, trying to brush it off your shoulder.

“Well…how about we have dinner in here? I’ll make it up to you, where’s your favorite restaurant? I’ll pay.” He says as he smiles

You’re a little shocked but nod, “eh…you might not fancy my choice but really anything works.” You smile, not wanting to ruin the now happy mood.

After you both have dinner, he hands you a glass of wine, “here, have a glass, we should celebrate preparations done for the ball.” He said as he brushed his finger over your hand as you took it.

You tried not to blush, you anxiously pulled the hem of the white part of your habit over your chin, afraid of his eyes lingered any longer he would see the imperfections.

“Well, eh thank you.” You chuckle as you take a sip, “cheers to you for making such things happen!” You smile softly

“Oh no amore, you made it possible, possible for us all to find happiness…joy…laughter and..love.” He says, almost lost in your eyes before lighting up, “eh in the party! The party gives us that.”

You shake your head, getting rid of any foolish ideas, “w-well thank you.”

After the night, he took your hand and kissed it, leaving you to your room in shambles. You were happy at first until you began to broke down, you loved him, so very much but he would eventually want to see you and take things further to nudity. You cried into your pillow. you set your rosary, the one he gifted you when you just joined the clergy, on your desk by your studies as you tried to calm down.

After a few days, you met the older man again in this office. A few of the ghoulettes swarming him with fabrics.

“You called?” You ask curious as to what the clothing was for.

The girls hummed, “he looks better in blue, it brings out his eyes.” One said, “no! Red! He looks darker!” The other replied

“Eh…I wanted your opinion on what to be worn at the ball.” He said sheepishly

“Well…I like the blue…” you say as you walk up to him, low voice as you straighten the loose tie, “like the rushing river, calm, strong…and beautiful.” You say, hand glazing over his chest, copia was silent, his eyes locked on you as he cleared his throat, “blue it is.”

You stepped back, shocked you got that close, “excuse me, I- I need to set up tables.” You say as you leave the office in a rush, “oh…gosh..” you mumbled to yourself as you hold your red hot cheeks.

Another day goes by, another dinner with the older gentleman and a small therapy session with cumulus, you finally grow the strength to buy a dress.

It was a high neck dress with layered bell sleeves and long skirt. It was white, and little green flowers on the edges. When you got ready, you had white flowers placed In your hair. It was nerve racing because the skirt was thin and if you looked close enough you could see the lining of your thighs and undergarments. It was snug around the bodice and breasts.

When you first stepped out the room, you hoped you look good.

When you met in the ball room, you searched for copia, but you hung to yourself nervously.

A hand was placed on the small of your back, you froze for a moment, “p-papa, you look lovely.” You say as he appeared, slicked back hair, blue vest and white button up.

He takes your hand, “you look ravishing…say, do you want to take a walk outside?”

You nod, lost in the feeling of his touch.

He walks out outside the party and into the endless gardens, “so tell me…why do you always wear that uniform?” He asks as the moonlight covered you both.

“Oh well…I’m not exactly as confident as others.” You say softly as his fingers intertwine with yours, “perhaps you changed me…”

“I feel you change me as well, I feel…new warm butterflies when I talk to you..” he admits, sitting you down by the roses.

You cover your face as you smile, “well I….i feel the same, like…like a wave of adoration.”

Copia sets a hand on your thigh, “perhaps…it is love?”

You want to hide away as his lips are only inches away from yours, “uh…I…I”

Copia places a hand on your chin, lifting it up to him, “mi amore, I love you, do you love me as well?” His upper lip brushes against your chin.

“Papa I…I can’t sa-“ you want to confess, but the large bell at the top of the abbey rings and you realize it’s not a dream from your endless lonely nights, but rather real with consequences. You pull away as copia leans in to kiss you, you stand up and stumble a little as he looks at you in horror.

“I’m sorry, I took it too fast amore please..” he pleads as he takes your hands, “let me restart-“

You feel tears swell, “b-but I- I love you too…” you say in a scared voice as you shiver, running off deeper into the garden as your heel falls off, leaving the older man in despair.

Copia held the glass shoe, a soft tear falling from his lashes.

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