could you possibly do a small fic of papa iv spending time with his s/o on a rainy day? thank you!!
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A/N: Hi! Thank you for the request, love! Sorry I died for a little bit guys!
For the sake of the fic, the other Papas aren't dead! (or at least, not yet..)
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Drizzle - Copia (Papa IV) x gn!Reader Oneshot
It had been raining for what seemed like a millennia, each streak of rain falling painstakingly slow against the colourful stained glass of the ministry. The clouds were threateningly dark, thunder rumbling throughout the halls followed by the occasional snap of lightning. This type of weather never bothered you, and if anything, soothed your otherwise racing mind.
It hadn't been cold, nothing of the sort, in the previous days. The air had been hot, leaving your body a sticky mess. The ministry had been caught in an unrelenting heatwave, and while the sky had been black for days, it was only on the hazy morning that the clouds finally spilt rain.
You sighed with relief as the first droplets of rain broke across your skin, welcoming the feeling with a loving embrace. All moods had picked up within the clergy, no longer followed by the tired drawl that the steamy afternoon brought. Instead, many rejoiced in the arrival of the weather, numerous Siblings of Sun deciding to strip in the rain in the name of Lucifer.
You had smiled at the idea but found it best to seek comfort from the extending window sill of your bedroom. The sill gave a perfect view through the muddied stained glass into the rose gardens outside, littered with old concrete statues. As the wind howled its unearthly groans, the statues would shift as if coming to life. Your eyes never left them, fearing if you looked away, they would move ever so closer.
A clap of lighting flashed across the window, your heart jumping from your throat as you fell backwards. A squeak left your mouth while your hand shot out in front of you to catch yourself. There was a muffled thump as you hit the ground, causing you to whine as your rear end ached.
The creaking of a door drew your attention.
“Bella, is everything alright?”
Copia’s concerned face sent relief washing through you. The tips of your ears were engulfed in blush, grateful it hadn’t been a different clergy member.
“Just peachy, darling” you responded shyly, eyes averting his gaze. For a moment, you sat on the carpet before you both fell into a chorus of laughter. Copia’s smile was wicked, hand held on the side of his waist for support.
“You fell off the window sill, didn’t you?”
He was in the middle of the room now, making his way towards you rather urgently.
“No, of course not”. Your tone was dripping with sarcasm, though your inflection rising as a gentle kissed was placed to your forehead. He extended his arm like the gentleman that he was and you took it, standing up once again. You were able to examine your partner, eyes drifting across his more casual ministry wear.
His gloved hands found his sides easily, “Well you’re lucky then, otherwise, you might have been too sore for cuddles”
Your left eyebrow perked upwards, causing crinkles on your forehead, “You’re not working?”
"Bah! I'm never finished. But I couldn't ignore this weather, and I thought it would be the perfect time to spend some time with my favourite person, eh?"
A shadow fell across his wide eyes as the clouds drifted forwards. Thunder rippled throughout the hollow halls of the ministry, the door cracking open with enough force for the walls to shake. Your facial expression dropped and the colour drained from it, your body mindlessly drifting to where you felt safe: under the blankets and in Copia's arms.
As the rain beat heavily against the roof, you held back a yawn. The heat of Copia's breath brushed against your neck, your head nuzzling further into the comfort of your plush pillows. Heart swooning, your tongue flicked across your lips as your hands secured Copia's against your waist. Between the bags underneath his sombre eyes and his sluggish mannerisms, you could tell he needed the rest.
"-Cara" He paused, dragging out an exhale. Your eyes peeled open to reveal the darkness of the room illuminate by the glow of the sky's fury. His side of the large king-sized bed was heavy, as was yours, sheets falling across your bodies. For once, the cold nipped at your toes and nose, leaving red marks in its wake.
"Yes...?". You were almost scared to speak back, feeling as though the darkness was creeping in and that your words would get lost in it.
“Would you fancy a hot chocolate? I could really go for some.”. He seemed unsure as the words left his mouth. You almost leapt from the bed, springing into action at the thought of soothing your restlessness.
The ministry was a beautiful thing, the walls looking as though they had been carved from marble. Light seeped through the crumbling cloisters, giving way to the patch of garden just outside your window. You often enjoyed late night strolls in the moonlight, the curfew but a scarce idea lingering in the back of your mind. Your robes would flutter in the wind as you paced.
Of course you weren’t going to object.
You were already at the door before Copia could register. He threw you a sleepy smile at your enthusiasm and bent down to collect his articles of clothing. You hadn’t taken off your pyjamas and stood waiting at the door patiently, eyes drifting across his body as he slipped on his pants and shirt. At the expanse of hair across his chest, you smirked as your eyes fell back on the fluffy carpet beneath your toes.
There was a grunt, followed by a thump as he dressed. You chuckled, observing as he sauntered towards you with a limp in his step.
Always clumsy, you thought to yourself.
His look was reassuring, eyes wide and awake despite the slump in his posture. Your hand inched towards the brass doorknob, your other bawled in a fist to rub against your eye. The promise of the warm drink kept you awake as well as the bitterness of the cold. You could almost taste the sweetness of the cream on your tongue.
As you both stepped into the hallway, Copia’a eyes darted left and right.
The hallway was full of a eery darkness which was broken by flashes of light. The musky smell of rain lingered where no human nor ghoul dared to tread. The halls all the Siblings of Sun once walked now sat empty.
The loving dork beside you was a far cry from the Papa everyone else knew him as. He was sweet and gentle, and while he could be seductive, tended to be reserved. And he loved 3 things the most in the world, beyond anything the ministry could offer him:
“Cara!” He whispered with urgency, throwing a hand over his shoulder and gesturing for you to follow, “Come! This way to the kitchen”
Your head shook, falling out of your bubble of thought. Breaking into a shuffle to catch up with him, the two of you wandered the halls in search of the kitchen. The rain continued just as heavily, the occasional drip falling from a weathered crack in the ceiling and hitting the floor with a light splash.
Before you knew it, you were at the archway which led into the dining hall. As your eyes feverishly scanned over the elongated tables and hundreds of chairs, it crossed the large arched observatory window. It peered out into the courtyard, which had become a makeshift lake. The candelabras in the cool stone brick walls emitted a dull but warm glow, enough for you to squint to see the outline of a door.
“I found it!” You exclaimed proudly as your hand placed itself firmly on the handle. The door groaned and its tired old hinges rattled as if an old person was scolding your childish mischief.
When you broke into the kitchen, Copia found your side with an impressed smirk displayed across his features. Hesitation consumed him as his arm paused halfway through going to flick on the light switch.
He had made the decision not to turn on the light for fear you would be caught. Papa or not, it was still embarrassing to be out after curfew if caught by Imperator, who would make sure you regretted it before the night was over.
Instead, he settled for the nearest candle holder and a pack of matches. Within a stroke, the red tip dragged across the surface of the matchbox, a fire sizzling into existence before he placed it delicately to the waxen candle. The flame’s light hovered across his softening expression.
You turned, satisfied, in the search of pot to heat the milk.
Before long, you were cooking with gas as you assembled the ingredients. The milk had been heated virtually silently and the cocoa powder sat on the table, ready to be opened. Copia had come to your side, pressing his side against yours reassuringly as he watched you work. The powder bubbles as it was mixed before dissolving into a murky brown colour. You took the mugs, one in each hand, and handed one to your partner.
He nodded and took it, eyes fluttering expectantly as the drink was brought to his lips. Your gaze darted to his lips as he removed the mug, then to the faint outline of a foamy moustache of milk. Letting out a small expression of laughter, he frowned, unaware.
“Maybe you should grow back the moustache. I forgot how good it looked on you”
Your sly comment didn’t go unnoticed as he raised the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it, only to be met with your protest. You tutted, placing your hand gently on his sleeve and lowering it. Before he could speak, you leaned forward and placed a carefully calculated but deep kiss to his soft lips.
His arm securely found the dip in your back and while he tilted you backwards, a muffle of approvement escaping his lips between kisses. Electricity tingled through you as he released you from his grasp. His eyes burned softly with passion, even in the dim light of the kitchen.
“Maybe I will, for you” he breathlessly laughed.
Mugs in hand, you both turned with a contentful smile toward the door once again. The walk to the bedroom from the kitchen appeared less like a long stretch of dauntingly barren tiles as before, and more as what it was ; a hallway made monster by rain.
In your comfort, you turned the corner with Copia trailing behind you, expecting another empty hallway.
But your heart must have jumped from your throat and into the floor as your eyes lay on Secondo. Beneath his arms were two women of unknown origin, one with ebony hair in ringlets, and the other with numbing blue eyes. From the way their swayed under his grasp, you could assume they were all tipsy.
“Bella what are you-” Copia paused, mouth snapping shut as he rounded the same corner to see you frozen in place.
Secondo’s eyes, glassy and fixed on the walkway ahead of him, pivoted to you. You felt your stomach drop as if you were on a roller coaster. There was a twinkle in them despite the bitterness of his appearance. Without a moment to spare, he winked casually as if to say ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell if you don’t’ and continued the track back to his room.
You shook your head in disbelief as the man faded into the darkness of night, shushing his company as the giggles ceased. Reasserting a hand on your shouoder, Copia muttered, “That was close”
“Tell me about it. We’re lucky Secondo is the party animal. If it had been Primo, we would have been torn to shreds, Satan forbid, Sister Imperator!” Your whisper almost squeaked out as a loud exclamation, causing you to snap your palm over your lips.
The thought of dissolving into the sheets of your bed with Copia tucked under your arm was the only thing guiding you through the halls of the ministry on that rainy night.
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