#popia my beloved

[sxnnelysister]

That smirk has me weak on the knees 

[snail-shell2335]

red suit popia red suit popia red suit popia red suit popia

[zesaladz]

SOME COPIA VAMPIRE ACTION

i was only just doing some sketches bc his face is so beautiful and then it turned into vampire halloweeny copia, not super crazy but ITS THERE

i love him

IF U HAVE MORE HALLOWEEN IDEAS FOR THE PAPAS OR THE GHOULS TELL ME THEM I LIVE FOR THEM PLEEEEEASE

gn 🩷

[ghulehunknown]

Creature Comforts - Copia X GN Reader

Photo credit

Rated PG: This fic is purely fluff and comfort; no mature themes aside from discussions about mental health.

Written for my Twitter friend <3

Summary: Papa treats you to a nice spa day after you’ve been dealing with some mental health issues.

CW/Tags: character depression, self deprecation, established relationship

Word Count: 2K

Author’s Note: Better days are ahead, my loves

Hey you busy?

Bloop, goes the familiar whoosh of the sent text message. You sigh, wondering when he’ll be able to respond. You know how busy he’s been lately.

Your phone buzzes almost immediately, to your surprise. You exhale a snort of laughter. A bunch of indecipherable, poorly strung together emojis - and finally, a response.

Never too busy for you, amore. Do you need something?

I’ve had a rough day

I’m exhausted

Can I come to your room tonight?

Oh. You mean our room?

“Our room?” you wonder. Your heart lifts for just a moment before falling back into the sinkhole of your chest as you remember what prompted these feelings that made you so desperate to hear from him in the first place. But you know you could hold it together so long as you had the promise of seeing him tonight. If you could just hold yourself together…

Your fingernails clack together on the screen as you type a response, backspace backspace, type type type.

Yes you old fool

I guess that’s what we’re calling it

In that case…yes, you may. And bring some of your belongings. I have a drawer for you. See you soon, my love. XOXO.

He even includes a little rat emoji.

You heart-react the message as you finish up work for the day. Afterwards you retreat back to your room and slump over your mattress, giving yourself some time to decompress before going to Papa’s - well, your shared room.

You gather some belongings in a tote bag and make your way down the long corridor, finally stopping at the familiar wooden door. You knock, then suddenly feel self-conscious. Should you have just walked in? What if he was undressing? Well, nothing you haven’t already seen -

“Amore,” he says, a pleasant smile on his face as he opens the door for you, gesturing with his arm for you to enter.

“Hey,” you respond quietly, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his upper half.

He seems slightly taken aback by your very sudden display of affection but quickly reciprocates, enveloping you in his embrace and gently holding the back of your head and kissing the top of it.

The two of you stand there in silence, holding onto one another. You inhale the familiar scent of his cologne as your hands clutch around the soft cotton of his hoodie. Your fingertips rub the cloth fibers, grounding you and giving you comfort before breaking away after a few moments.

“I, eh, didn’t have much time to prepare. But, ah!” He scratches his head as he speaks then leads you into the bathroom.

As you walk into his bathroom your mouth falls open and you drop your tote bag to your side. Illuminated only by candlelight, you find the bathtub filled with warm, soapy water and a mug of tea on a tray resting over the tub.

“Is this…for me?” you ask, turning to look at him.

“Sì, it is. I wasn’t sure when you would arrive so I kept adding more hot water when it got cold. I poured some Epsom salts in to help with your backache, but you can add more if you need it.” He walks over and shows you the taps and bag of bath salts as if you didn’t know how it all worked.

You marvel at the simple act of kindness he offers you. No one had ever done this for you before. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing, but please - enjoy. I have some… business I must attend to, but I will be back soon, I promise.”

“Business? This late?”

“Sì tesoro, but it will only take a moment. Please,” he repeats, gesturing towards the bath again then clasping his hands together again and awkwardly shuffling backwards.

When you glance behind your shoulder again, he’s gone, having gently closed the door behind him. You undress and tie your hair up, then slowly dip your feet in. He had kept the water very warm, but not hot. You ease yourself in all the way, relaxing and feeling your back crack against the tub.

You lean forward to grab the mug of tea. It smells vaguely floral and sweet. You sip and smile; he had remembered just how strong you like your tea.

You close your eyes as your mind starts to wander. All the stress from the week runs through your mind, the fog of depression lifting but still present. The fog had become too familiar and some days all you could see was mist. But some days - the days you spent with Papa - you saw sunshine peek through the clouds.

It hardly seems like any time passes before you hear a knock and a timid opening of the door, just a crack of light shining from his bedroom into the bathroom. His nose pokes through the crack of the door as he clears his throat. “Eh, tesoro? Is it alright if I come in?”

“Of course,” you call, eyes still closed until you hear his footsteps get closer to you. You turn your head and look up at him. In his hands he’s holding a small bouquet of flowers in a vase and a box of your favorite sweets. His hair is ruffled and his cheeks look flushed.

“I didn’t have time to get these before you came over, I hope that’s okay,” he says almost out of breath, sheepishly looking away from your body.

“Okay?” you ask almost confused, but by his next sentence you can tell he does not understand.

“Ah sì, I should have prepared better…and not interrupted your alone time. Mi dispiace, tesoro mio,” he says, setting the items down on the vanity.

“No, Papa, please don’t apologize. It’s just…I…” Your voice begins to falter as your eyes well with tears.

“Oh shit, now I have made you cry.” He looks around for some tissue, muttering incoherently, and decides on balling up some toilet paper and offers it to you.

You shake your head and hide your face in your hands. You don’t want him to see you cry, but you can’t help the tears from flowing.

“I will leave you alone tesoro, I did not mean to upset you.”

“No,” you mumble through your hands.

“Hm?” You hear his knees crack as he groans the same way he does when he gets out of bed in the morning. Now his voice is practically in your ear. “What did you say, my honey?”

“Don’t go,” you say quietly.

“Okie dokie. I can stay here as long as you want me to.” He groans again as he shifts on the balls of his feet and his ankles crack. “Did I upset you, amore?”

You shake your head, finally taking the wadded up toilet paper from his hand and dabbing at your eyes.

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Hmm, okay,” he says matter-of-factly. “Did someone upset you today?”

You shake your head again as you blow your nose into the toilet paper blob.

“Did something happen?” he continues asking.

“Not really,” you respond, turning your tear-stained face to look at him. He looks distressed, his brows furrowed.

He nods, and strokes your temple where he tucked your hair. You shiver and he dips his fingers in the water. He runs the hot water tap for a few seconds then swishes the water around. He wipes his hand off on the towel on the floor then continues stroking your face, his hand still a little damp.

“Why are you sad?” he asks.

“I…I don’t deserve any of this.”

“What do you mean ‘don’t deserve’?”

You gesture around vaguely at your surroundings. “This.” You pause before continuing, then look at him. “You.”

“Oh cara mia, no,” he says, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing the side of your face. He caresses the back of your head, the ends of your hair damp from when you leaned back against the tub earlier.

He pulls back to look you in the eyes, holding your chin in his hand. His red hoodie has several damp spots across the chest. “Listen to me, amore. You deserve everything in this world and more. Much more than this aging fool can give you.”

You give a pathetic little laugh and close your eyes, crying silent tears. His black gloved thumbs wipe them away as he kisses your forehead. “Thank you, Copia. I almost believe it when you say it,” you say.

“Believe it, tesoro. Per me, sei perfetto. Sì?” He looks at you earnestly, his usually intimidating gaze softened under concerned eyebrows.

You nod, your face enveloped in his warm palms.

“How about you change into your pajamas so I can show you which drawer is yours, mm?” he continues, standing up. “I’ll give you a few moments.”

“That sounds good,” you respond with a small smile. Once he steps back out and closes the door behind him, you unplug the drain of the tub and slowly get up.

Your body feels immensely heavy, the water falling off you weighing you down compounded by your aches and pains. But overall you think the Epsom salts did some good because your shoulders feel looser.

You towel off using one of his maroon towels monogrammed with a gold IV and step into your comfortable pajamas. You step over to the sink and complete your nighttime skincare regimen before opening the door back into his room.

Of course, he’s playing a game on his NES and looking very invested in whatever it is. “Oh - eh - ah, there we go,” he says, pausing the game and getting up from his bed. “If you brought some things to keep here, I left…this drawer,” he continues, moving across the room to his dresser and opening one.

“Thank you…does this mean what I think it means?” you ask.

“Well if you think it means you’ll be staying over more often, then yes. I sure hope so.”

You smile at him and start to empty the contents of your bag into the vacant drawer. Some pajamas, a couple of habits, socks, leggings, a sweater, a bra, and underwear. His eyes get wide when he sees your racy red lace thong get tossed into the mix.

“And by staying over, I hope this also means more occasions where I can see you in those,” he says in a lower voice.

“Now Papa, what kind of Sibling do you take me for?” You turn around to face him, placing your hand on his chest.

“The slutty kind?” he blurts out. “Er -”

You burst out laughing, the first time you have actually felt joy all day. “Well, that’s not what I came here for this time.”

“I know, tesoro,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “I know. You know I never expect it, sì? Just because I am Papa does not mean I expect those things, or anything for that matter.”

“Of course,” you respond, squeezing around his torso tighter until he makes a small squeak and clears his throat. You let your arms slack around his trunk.

“Actually I had some very fun other kind of plans for us this evening,” he says slyly.

“What movie are we watching tonight?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Eh - how did you know?”

Sometimes Copia could be a very predictable man, but you liked that about him. “Lucky guess,” you respond, staring at the popcorn bucket and snacks spread across his bed.

“Well don’t just stand around here, go, get in bed!” He pulls away and gestures for you to hop in bed with him.

You cuddle up together, your head resting on his shoulder as he changes the input on his TV and scrolls through the home screen.

“Did you get a new TV?” you ask, not used to seeing the larger size screen. And it was a flatscreen. Wait, was it a smart TV too?

“Sì, I did. It just seemed time to let the old one go.”

“The old one wasn’t even big enough for you to play games on.”

“It did just fine! But, admittedly, the video quality was not so good for movie nights with you.”

“Copia?” you ask.

“Mm?”

“Did you buy the TV for me?”

“..You were a contributing factor,” he half-admits.

You settle back down on his chest and reach for the popcorn, smiling. “You bought it for me.”

Although he never confirms, you’re almost sure you can hear him smile back, if that’s even possible.

English to Italian Translation

Mi dispiace (I’m sorry)

Per me, sei perfetto (To me, you are perfect)

[my-papa-emeritus-iv]

Papa sorry Papa sorry Papa sorry

[southofsadness]

yeah being attracted to a character is one thing but do you ever feel the intense desire to play stardew valley with them ???

[cloudghoul32]

Look at this silly mf

x

[neoj00kyo]

One las time in the ancient rite

[copiasleftshin]

I live again ghesties

[edensbuttercups]

*appears back on tumblr after a while*

*posts Cardinal Copia fanart only to vanish again*

No, yeah, haven’t been around on this app for a little while, but got back into digital art recently (got back from the Ghost concert in Milan and craved making art of this silly little man) and I thought I’d share 🥴

[sxnnelysister]

Those thrusts are holy

Copia being horny on stage (4/?)

Me and ghestie ( @conjuring-ghouls) are back with our series 🥹 as always the other part is already posted on her blog, follow her if you haven’t 🖤

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Darkness At The Heart Of My Love

Pairings: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff that turns to angst w/ no comfort

Summary: Copia had just begun his reign as Papa, and was overworked. He needed to get away from the ministry and all of it. He found someone along the way. Someone who showed him love and happiness. It was perfect, until things changed, and then things descended into chaos.

Warnings: Mentions of character death, heartbreak, use of Y/N, google translated Italian

Word Count: 3,619

Notes: I’m debating on whether I want to make this into a short series. I already have the second part written, but I don’t know how I feel about the plot I previously had for the third part. I originally did this as a self insert, so if there are pronouns that don't correlate with a gender neutral reader, please let me know I will fix it asap. Also I'm sorry for the way the song lyrics copied over, you're just gonna have to deal with it (unfortunately).

Read on AO3

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When the summer dies

Severing the ties

I'm with you always, always

Will you walk the line?

My path serpentine

Remember always

That love is all you need

Tell me who you wanna be

And I will set you free

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

For you

It was a September afternoon. The leaves were just starting to change and the air had just started to relieve itself of its hellish temperatures. Summer finally started saying its goodbye.

The Clergy had been on Copia’s back recently due to his most recent accomplishment of being in talks to become the new Papa. He knew that they just wanted everything perfect, but he was struggling to believe he could live up to their practically impossible standards. It had been an impossibly long day, and he knew that he needed a break before he snapped, inflicting the wrath of Sister Imperator.

He drove around, just trying to clear his head until he found a café. A small little thing that looked very simple. He didn’t bother to check the name or the reviews before walking inside.

“Good afternoon! How can I help you today?” A chipper voice called out to him. His head snapped up from his phone as he set his eyes on them.

“Oh, hello. I-I’m good. How are you today?” He responded, his cheeks reddening slightly as he stumbled over his words.

“Well, it would be better if it were time to go home, but honestly I can’t complain too much,” the cashier responded. “What can I get for you today?”

Copia looked over the menu for just a moment. “Could I just get a black coffee and a blueberry scone?”

“Sure thing!” They smiled as they told him the total and grabbed his scone. They handed him the bag, and his hand lingered for a moment. He held his breath once he realized what he was doing, and grabbed the bag.

“Grazie,” he mumbled as he walked over to the other end of the counter to wait on his coffee. He watched as they poured the coffee, entranced by their every move.

“Here’s your coffee, sir,” they called as if he wasn’t jumping at the chance to talk to them again.

“Thank you,” he said, taking it and finding a seat. He was the only person actually sitting down, everyone else who came in got their orders and left. Copia knew that wouldn’t do for him. If he left, he didn’t know what would have happened.

He sat for a while, eating his scone and sipping his coffee. It was peaceful in the little café. Soft music played over the speakers, and the scent of freshly baked treats filled the air. It was nice.

“I’m heading out now! I’ll see you guys later!” He heard them call, apron off and bag in their hand. He watched them walk towards the door, and jumped up, not really knowing what he was doing.

“Excuse me, but I was just wondering if you-if you had any plans today. It’s been a long day, and you seem like you would be nice to talk to. Only, if you want to of course! I just thought you were gorgeous-I mean you seemed nice. Not that you aren’t gorgeous of course! I’m sorry, I don’t really talk to people outside of my work,” he rushed his words. He was slightly shaking, scared of what they would say.

“I don’t have any plans,” they smiled. “There’s a park right down the road, I could take you if you wanted.”

A look of relief washed over his tired face. “Really? I-well, I would like that actually.”

“My name is Y/N,” they said, holding out their arm.

He looped his arm in theirs, internally smacking himself for not asking their name earlier. “Copia.”

“Well, Copia, it’s nice to meet you.” They squeezed his arm lightly as they left the café. He smiled and looked at the ground.

The park wasn’t far at all, just about a ten minute walk. It was pretty, especially now that the leaves were changing their colors, shedding their summertime glow. There was a winding path that had trees scattered along with a few bushes surrounding them. The flowers on the ground were already wilting, but the scene was still beautiful nonetheless.

“So, Copia, what brought you to my little café?” They asked, their head tilting as they continued to walk arm in arm. Copia found it refreshing to not have his title used to address him for once. It seemed to be all he heard now.

“Well, work has been getting to me. Sis-My boss likes everything to be perfect. It’s just the way that the company is run. I’m beginning to take on a new…new mantle, and in order to properly take it on, I have to be perfect. It is a lot of stress for one man.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure it is stressful. May I ask where you work? I might be able to help, or at least provide some comfort with a little more context.”

He was hoping they wouldn’t ask that question, terrified of scaring them off. “Well, it’s a, uh, ministry of sorts.”

“Oh, so you’re going to become a priest. I guess that could be difficult. Not living a life of sin and being perfect for God and all of his followers.”

“Well, not exactly,” he admitted to them. “Are you religious?”

“I’m not entirely religious. I’m sure there’s a source of something out there, but if it is, I haven’t found it. I don’t judge religions though.”

“Well, that’s comforting,” he sighed. They gave him an odd look. “Our ministry isn’t exactly…Christian.”

“Now I'm a little bit confused.”

He laughed lightly at their response. “It’s a Satanic church. We preach about the word of Satan, and it’s a fun little gig we have going. We use a band to spread the word. Maybe you have heard of it?”

“That's interesting. What is your band called? I’m not sure whether I would have heard of it or not.”

“It’s called Ghost, we are pretty popular,” he teased. He wouldn’t be sure whether they’d heard of it or not, and was surprised by their reaction to saying he was with a satanic church.

“No, I don’t think I have heard of it actually.”

“Well, what kind of music do you like? I can help be a good judge of whether it would provide entertainment. It’s, eh, not really your basic music.”

“I’ll listen to almost anything, honestly. I’m always down for a good tune.”

Copia was taken aback by this a bit, a pleasantly shocked look on his face. “Well, it’s a rock band. A pretty good one if I do say so myself.”

“Maybe I’ll give it a listen later.” 

They continued to walk for a minute in silence before Copia piped up. “So, what do you do for fun?”

“I don’t really know. I like to read, watch TV, listen to music, and all the basic things.”

“What about video games? Any of that interest you?”

“Not really. I never got into gaming.”

“Interesting.”

“What about you, Copia?”

“I play a game or two here and there, but with the Ministry, I don’t get much time to myself.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that sucks. You can always call me up, if you want some company. I don’t really do much other than work. Here,” they said, sticking their phone out to him, “put your number in, and then you can text me whenever you get too stressed and need an outside source for comfort.” Copia took the phone, put his number in, and sent himself a message to make sure he didn’t put it in wrong, then they continued on their first walk of many.

And that is what they did for months.

They texted back and forth often, called, and even went on quite a few dates. Copia had yet another long day, and knew that he could trust the person he now proudly called his partner. He called, asking if he could spend the night at their apartment, and of course they said yes.

Copia made his way to their apartment, using his key to get inside. “Dolcezza? I’m here, amore.”

“I’m in the bathroom! Just got out of the shower!” They called, and he walked that way. He still had on his paints, which still shocked them sometimes, but they were beginning to grow used to it. “Well don’t you look handsome?” They teased, noting that he was in a hoodie and sweatpants.

“What? Oh, heh, yeah I guess I am a beauty. But you, amore mio, look stunning.” He grabbed their hips, pulling them into a kiss. They had on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of black shorts to match. Their hair was wet, and before the kiss they were drying it with a towel. As they kissed, they dropped the towel in favor of wrapping their arms around his shoulders while his arms crossed around their back to pull them in.

“Well, someone missed me,” they said as they pulled away, leaving their arms around him.

“I always miss you,” he said, pressing a lighter kiss to their forehead.

“You’re so sweet, Copia,” they hummed, staring up into his mismatched eyes, nothing else but adoration showing.

“I love you, tesoro.”

“I love you too. What brings you tonight? Anything special?”

“No, just a long day. Needed a way to relax,” he hummed, looking at them.

“What do you want to do?” They asked, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“What do you say I treat you to a dance?”

“What do yo-” before they finished, Copia removed them from where they leaned on the counter, dancing with them out to the living room. They laughed as he spun the both of them around, one hand holding theirs while the other rested on their waist, kissing them while he dipped them.

They were absolutely in love, and that was easy to see. They had only been to the Abbey a few times, but any sibling of sin, ghoul, or anyone who crossed their paths could see the love on their faces.

Soon, the rings on their left ring fingers became evidence enough. Copia, being the romantic he was, proposed to them about a year and a half later.

The air was warm, spring just beginning to settle in, as they walked through the park they first walked at. They walked there often now, finding comfort in the atmosphere. Little did Y/N know that Copia had a surprise waiting for them. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go on picnics, especially not if they were sunrise or sunset picnics.

They walked the winding trail, arms linked together, as Copia nervously led them to their destination. In the other hand, Y/N held a picnic basket that had all of their favorite things, as Copia’s hand nervously fiddled with the small box containing the second most precious gem. The first being his beloved.

The sky was a gorgeous pale blue, the clouds outlined with pink and orange as the sun began to sink past the horizon. Their normal picnic spot had been set up to look very different.

Copia had to pull a few strings, but the trees were decorated with lights, and all of their favorite flowers formed to make a walkway that led to a small platform that was covered in more flowers.

He walked them towards the destination while one sibling of sin hid in the bushes to capture it on video and get the most perfect photos.

Y/N was in absolute awe. It looked like something out of a movie. “Is that for me, Copia?” They asked innocently, unsure of whether this was just for them or someone else.

“Yes, carissima. This is all for you.” He walked up to the platform, letting them take the first step. He steps up next, bending down on one knee. “I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on you that I wanted to be the one you loved. I have cherished every moment, every laugh, even the fights, all because I got to spend that time with you. You are the love and the light of my life. I love you beyond words, Y/N. So please, will you marry me?”

Crying, Y/N lowers themself to be level with him. “Yes,” they cry, holding his face in their hands and kissing him. “A thousand times, yes.”

Copia’s face lights up as he takes their left hand off his face, slipping the ring on, then pulling them into the closest hug they will ever feel in their lives.

Will you spill the wine

To summon the divine?

I'm with you always, always

Now paint a pair of eyes

And let's watch as it dries

Remember always, that love is all you need

Tell me who you wanna be

And I will set you free

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

So bold, so sweet

The big day was here. The day where Y/N and Copia would pledge their love in front of everyone.

Marrying a Papa was a big deal. Everyone in the Clergy would gather to watch the occasion. The reception, however, was for close friends and family members only.

“Are you ready?” A voice called from behind Y/N . It was their father. He wasn’t entirely on board with the concept of marrying a satanic pope, but once he realized just how wonderful Copia made them feel, he accepted the relationship, and welcomed Copia with open arms.

“I believe so,” they said, using one hand to hold the bouquet of flowers, the other smoothing down their outfit.

“Then I believe it’s time,” he said, taking their arm in his as the doors opened. They looked up to where Copia was standing in awe. He had on a gorgeous suit and his paints were on. Tradition is that they wear full regalia, but he didn’t want to remember this moment as Papa, just as Copia. He finally was able to compromise with just using his paints, so he took what he could get.

They could tell that there were tears in his eyes. He was always the sentimental type. They smiled as tears welled in their eyes as well.

As they reached the altar, their father smiled at them and kissed their cheek before sitting down. Copia reached a hand out to them as they walked up the stairs, handing a bridesmaid the bouquet of flowers.

“Hi, you look gorgeous,” he whispered excitedly.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” they said, giving him a wink. The officiant began speaking, signaling the ceremony had begun. There was a bottle of wine, two chalices, and their rings on a small table next to the officiant.

A little while into the wedding, both of them poured wine into the other’s chalice, crossing their arms as they sip. It wasn’t the most necessary part of the ceremony, but it was something that they decided to do. A symbol of their joining together.

They slipped their rings on after, officially combined as one.

They walked back down the aisle, arm in arm, smiling like children, so happy that they found their perfect match. Neither of them wanted to get their outfits messed up, so as their chosen guests filed into the reception room, they changed into simpler, yet still formal, outfits.

“I am so happy that I have you now,” Copia said, coming behind Y/N to wrap them in a hug and leaned his head on their shoulders.

“Until death do us part,” Y/N responded in a joking tone.

“Not even death could keep us from each other,” he said, kissing their neck. Y/N turned around, wrapping their arms around his shoulders, kissing him.

“I would never let that happen,” they smiled.

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

For you

“Are you excited? It’s your last concert of this tour. I’m so proud of you,” Y/N said, kissing his cheek as they helped fix his robes.

“It has been a blast. I’m sad to see it come to an end, but that just means we can start new journeys now,” he smiled.

“You’re going to do amazing.” They both walked to the side of the stage, waiting for the cue that they were good to go. “Do you hear that? Copia, they love you.” A smile rested on their face, their head leaning on their husband's shoulder.

“No one could love me the way you do, dolcezza. They may love me, and I may entice them, but my eyes are only for you. I am only for you. I will be with you always,” he said, listening to the crowd’s chanting.

“It’s time. I’ll see you after the show, my love.”

“I love you,” Copia said, kissing them lovingly before walking on stage, the crowd screaming their heads off.

Y/N made their way to their designated spot above the crowd. There was always one section where they would stand and watch, no one else to bother them. The crowd was extremely reactive tonight, everyone having the best time. Even the ghouls looked to be having the greatest night of their lives. 

They smiled, singing along to every song. Occasionally, Copia would look up to where they stood, and they waved each time.

He bounced around the stage, everyone enchanted by his every move, but now the concert was coming to an end. He looked so content and happy performing that neither of them wanted this to end.

“Now this song is very special to me. I used to sing this song, worried about the pain another would cause me, or a pain that I would cause another if I let anyone near me, close to my heart. I said no! No relationships!” He paused, looking around the crowd then looking up to them. “Now, I know that I was wrong. I wish I could have figured this out sooner, but when I stepped into that little coffee shop, I’m glad it took all the time that it did. For the past few years, my love, my beautiful, my angel, my partner has been by my side. So now, I sing a new song of love. Love for the one I am so glad to be able to call my partner. For my Y/N.” He pointed at them as the crowd cheered at the mention of their name, causing them to grin and blush. "This is Darkness At The Heart of My Love!” The crowd cheered some more as the opening notes played.

He sang beautifully. His voice was perfect, and his movements bewitching. Everything about this performance proved Copia was a masterpiece. Y/N leaned onto the railing, singing and watching as their lover made his way through the song.

“Remember always that love is all you need. Tell me who you wanna be, and I will set you free,” he sang as the song drew near its end, looking up to Y/N as he did.

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

So bold, so sweet

There's a darkness at the heart of my love (my love)

That runs cold (runs cold), runs deep (runs deep)

The darkness at the heart of my love (my love)

So bold (so bold), so sweet (so sweet)

Y/N didn’t notice the security coming behind them, but they recognized similar strange figures standing on either side of the stage, stalking towards Copia.

Panic flooded them as they turned to run to try and save him, though it was a waste of effort. The security guards behind them grabbed them, forcing them to watch the events unfold.

“And all this time you knew that I would put you through the darkness at the heart of my love for you!” Copia sang, unaware of the men behind him while Y/N struggled.

When the summer dies

Severing the ties

I'm with you always, always

The men came behind Copia, grabbing his arms and legs, pulling him away from the microphone. A look of fear filled his face.

Paint a pair of eyes

Let's watch as it dries

I'm with you always, always

“No!” They screamed out, watching him get dragged off stage, struggling in the same way they were. “Copia! Please! No!” People in the few rows below them turned, watching the tears streaming down their face as they continued to scream.

Sister Imperator walked out on stage, beginning to say some words, but Y/N couldn’t make it out. The guards let them go, and they crumpled to the ground, shaking and sobbing, feeling utterly broken. “No,” they cried quieter. The crowd was painfully silent as they watched Sister. “This can’t be happening. No. Please.” A few siblings of sin walked toward them, lifting them off the ground, walking them back to a car.

They took them back to the ministry, and they cried the whole way there. They brought them to bed, changing their clothes and making them comfortable. They listened to their cries, sad looks on their faces.

They said nothing now, laying in the bed them and Copia would never share again. They held his pillow close, crying into it.

He was gone, and they wouldn’t get him back.

[zesaladz]

OK TIME FOR MORE PAPA CONTENT 😋😋

BUT SOMEONE BETTER START SPILLING THE BEANS ABT THE FUCKING RITUAL ALR BC I NEED TO KNOW HOW MY BABY GIRL IS- IM GOING TO HAVE ABREAKDOWN

[ghulehunknown]

Copia x F!Reader

Day 6 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

Also available on AO3!

**WARNING - EXPLICIT, NSFW**

Written by request for @honey-dripp1n

“You Earned It”

Summary: After a rough romp in his office yesterday, Copia decides to reward you with his sensitive side. (Continuation from Chapter 5)

CW/Tags: nipple play, kissing, F!Reader, vaginal fingering, oral sex (cunnilingus), PiV sex, slow sex, sweet Copia, unprotected sex, missionary, soft dom Copia

Word Count: 1295

“You did well yesterday, Sorella,” said Copia, circling you, recalling the events of the day prior when he had his way with you in his office. “I think you earned my affection.” He closed in on you, facing you and holding your chin in his palm.

“I always do what is asked of me,” you said quietly with a smile, hands clasped around your back. He called you in for a much more private meeting, this time in his bedroom.

“That you do, that you do,” he said, caressing your face and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand was cold, and the soft brush of his fingertips sent shivers down your spine.

You took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips, kissing his icy skin.

He pressed his lips to yours - forceful, yet soft. He opened your mouth with his, tongue dancing with yours. He unzipped your habit and slipped one shoulder off, the rest of your dress falling to the floor.

You unbuckled his trousers and yanked them down, his underwear coming with it as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor. His cock bobbed as it was set free from his pants. You hadn’t got a look at it until now, but you could feel all eight inches of him yesterday. He certainly looked as girthy as he felt. You took his member in your hand and began to slide your hand up and down.

“Mmmn, fuck - Sorella,” he chuckled, cupping your ass in his hands. He kissed you again before easily picking you up and walking you over to his bed, your legs wrapped around his body. He sat you down next to him and cradled your cheek.

His touch this time was so gentle, much different than yesterday’s. You still sported the bruises from where he grabbed your shoulders, your upper arm, your waist, your hips…

“Oh Sorella,” he cooed. “I was much too rough with you.” He kissed every inch of your upper body where he saw his marks from yesterday, working his way down your body. He caressed your body as he left a trail of kisses, each smooch leaving a small wet mark on your body, goosebumps appearing on your arms.

“It was a little painful,” you remarked, overselling how much he “hurt” you, even though you had enjoyed yourself thoroughly. “I had to take a bath with epsom salts when I returned to my room…”

“Oh, a bath? Without me?” Copia whined, nipping at your cheek before kissing down your body again.

“Mmhmm,” you responded, your breathing getting faster as he started kissing your chest.

“Where does it hurt? Does it hurt…here?” He massaged your breast as he took the other in his mouth.

“Oh!” you whispered quietly in response. “Yes, Papa, it does.”

He sucked at your nipple delicately, swirling his tongue around your flesh before moving to the next one and giving it equal attention. He brought his lips up to yours again, kissing you softly while grazing your chin with his hand.

“Me ne pento, Sorella. I was too mean to you, cara mia,” he whispered.

“You can always make it up to me,” you said, moaning quietly as he kissed your face sweetly and wrapped you up in his warm arms.

“Mmn,” he murmured, pulling back to look at you. “You have always been such a dutiful Sister of Sin, always done what has been asked of you. Even going beyond your duty to pleasure me and the other members of the Clergy. Eh, most would call this a ‘workplace violation,’ but I admire you, Sorella.”

You held his face in your hands, looking into his tired eyes. Your poor Papa, how sweet he was. To feel guilty for giving you just what you wanted yesterday, all because it was what he deemed “too rough” with you.

“Sei il fiorellino delicato di Papa,” he said, touching your shoulder and moving your hair to kiss your neck, gently pinching your nipples between his fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, feeling a tingling between your legs. Still kissing your neck, he slipped his hand down your body, between your legs, parting your folds - already wet with your slick. He found your sensitive clit with ease, already throbbing at his touch.

He placed his other hand over your heart and gently pushed you down onto his bed, until your head met the pillow and you were laying down with your legs parted.

He looked you up and down, sighing an exhale. “You are so beautiful, cara.” He could see all the bruises he left behind yesterday, several along your hips. He touched them gently, slowly removing his left hand from between your legs to run both hands down your body.

Your breathing became heavy but slowed down as he began to caress your chest and your abdomen. He bent down to kiss your body again, kissing your bruises once more.

“Is this okay?” he asked before touching each mark. You nodded, running your hands through his now gray hair. “Are you still in pain tesoro, or are Papa’s kisses enough of a remedy?”

You exhaled. “I need more of your sweet touch, Papa.”

He kissed along your hips, where a straight reddish-purple line was marked across your torso, from where the edge of the desk hit you as he slammed into you repeatedly yesterday. He dipped his head below, kissing your inner thighs, then kissed your lips below…

“Does…this…” He kissed your labia again. “…hurt?”

“Yes Papa,” you breathed, smiling coyly. “Please be careful with me.”

He parted your folds with his tongue, teasing the invitation at first, entering with just the tip. Once entered, he used the flat of his tongue to swipe along your entrance up to your clit. “Mmm,” he went, lapping up your wetness and swallowing as you moaned his name quietly.

He pushed your legs apart more forcefully this time, bending them against your chest as he explored you more intimately. He slid his tongue all over you then sucked at your clit, feeling it pulse in his mouth. He continued for several minutes, giving each inch of you careful attention before pulling away. As he moved up your body to kiss you, he slipped his rock hard cock right inside you - slowly sinking into you as you cried out his name, louder this time.

“Oh Sorella,” he sighed, his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as he could no longer hold himself back. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, hugging your head close to his as he fucked into you in quick, rapid thrusts while moaning into your ear. His breath was warm, combating the goosebumps he gave you earlier.

You moaned with him, your legs wrapped around his hips and your hands exploring him - running through his hair and down his back. Suddenly his body shuddered as he pumped his seed inside you, his body shaking.

“Oh fuck - I’m s-sorry, cara. I…I just can’t help myself, your body drives me fucking insane.” He touched his forehead, now sweaty, to yours.

“My sweet Copia, you have nothing to apologize for.” You tilted your head up to kiss his cheek, his nose, then his forehead.

He smiled at you, body still trembling as he held himself up to look at you. He cocked his head to the side, and said, “You didn’t cum” as-a-matter-of-factly - almost in a wounded tone.

“It’s okay Papa,” you assured him.

He shook his head as he moved down your body, sloppily eating his arousal out of your cunt. He latched on passionately, holding onto your hands and not coming up for air until you came into his mouth - once, twice, and a third time.

Italian to English Translations

- Me ne pento, Sorella (I regret it, Sister)

- cara mia (my dear)

- Sei il fiorellino delicato di Papa (You are Papa’s delicate little flower)

- tesoro (treasure/dear)

[my-papa-emeritus-iv]

Staaap it Papaaaa 🤭🫣

[southofsadness]

show the sims please 🙏🙏

all the cool papa CC is from ghulehsin here on tumblr and the base copia sim is by memoriamvic on the sims gallery !! <3