Happy New Year! I really appreciate everyone's love this year for my writing. I haven't written much in the last few years and even though I have gotten rusty, you still enjoy when I write and I am so happy about that! This one is probably really cliché and maybe ever a little cringe, but I found it sweet nonetheless! That being said, please enjoy!
Words: 2428
AO3 link: here
The New Year’s celebration was never taken less than seriously and every song and activity was planned and picked carefully. The entire day before was to decorate the main hall for the large gathering, splashes of gold and silver thrown around the walls and on tables running down the length of them, there to hold the food and drink that was then being made in the kitchen. Nobody was free from pitching in, including you. You had helped hang decorations and dress the multitude of tables, which took longer than it seemed like it would. And now, finally, it was time to enact the biggest party of the year at the Ministry.
Dress code wasn’t necessary for this gathering so you dressed casually, but with a little flare to make the outfit seem slightly fancier. You adjusted your clothing in your room’s full body mirror, checking to make sure everything looked perfect. With a smile you sat on the edge of your bed to put your shoes on, excited to get out and see the hard work you’ve done pay off. Walking out of your room and down the hall, the sound of people talking and laughing was loud and you knew there would be a big crowd. You round the corner and enter the main hall, eyes scanning the large swarm of people eating, drinking, and mingling to themselves.
Towards the head of the hall, you could vaguely make out the Upper Clergy members enjoying some food and drink together. Papa Emeritus III had returned from touring just a week before, and anyone who knows him knows he loves a good party. Papa Nihil was trying to talk to Sister Imperator, who was trying to talk to The Third, who was trying to tell a story to The First and Second. You shook your head with a smile, admiring how dysfunctional their little “family” was. It was honestly sweet to see them in the same place again after so many months.
At last, you spot your friends and approach them, one of your fellow siblings instantly handing you a drink. “It’s about time you got here! We’ve been waiting for an hour,” one of them said playfully, eying you up and down, “Although, I can forgive you this once. You look great!” You smile, taking a sip of your drink, “Thank you. I’m starving- is there any food left?” you asked. They informed you that there was plenty of food left, half of the people were too busy chatting and drinking to eat. Upon hearing that, you make yourself a plate and return to your friends. Your group enjoys friendly conversation while you snack to your stomach’s content, soon replacing your plate with another drink.
What was once background music had now become louder as empty tables were cleared out of the hall and the crowd began dancing to the beat. You found yourself letting go as you started to join along, swaying at first and then slowly gaining the confidence to have fun with it. Drink after drink, you and your friends danced for hours before you decided to take a seat, another conversation blossoming as you all took your place at an empty table. Admittedly, you weren’t ready for the incoming dialogue.
“So, who visited with family for the holidays?” asked one of your friends, the rest chiming in with ‘I did!’ but you remained quiet. It went unnoticed as they all exchanged details of their visits with family members. You slowly rose from your seat, steadying your swaying body with your hands on the table. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you announced, turning and stumbling away when they acknowledged this. However, the bathroom was not your true destination. You needed air, and to be honest you could stand to sober up just a little. You went upstairs, still hearing the buzz of the crowd and music beneath you, making your way to your favorite spot in the ministry- a beautiful balcony that overlooked the gardens.
The location you expected to be empty, however, had a figure standing directly in the middle of it, looking out into the night with a soft expression. It was none other than Cardinal Copia, one of the most esteemed members of the upper clergy, holding a glass of champagne and looking out to the landscape. A small part of your mind told you to turn around and find another place to spend your alone time, but the larger and inebriated part of your mind let your feet continue in his direction. He didn’t notice you until you were nearly standing beside him, taking off his biretta and pressing it to his chest as he gave you a respectful bow, and you to him.
“Ah, hello, ” he spoke, his voice as soft as ever as he straightened up from his bow. When you tried to do the same, dizziness hit you for a moment and you stumbled, the Cardinal reaching out to grab your elbow and keep you upright. Once you were stable enough, you gripped the railing for the balcony and leaned up against it, looking out at the vast amount of foliage illuminated by the moon’s glow. It was stunning and you were lost in its beauty, forgetting to respond to the Cardinal completely. A smile formed on your face as you observed every little detail of the garden. The feeling of eyes piercing through you drew you out of your daze, causing you to look over at the man who was observing you.
“Oh, m’sorry. Hi, Cardinal,” you smile at him, your heavy head tilting to the side slightly. He gave you a knowing grin, returning his gaze to look outside before he spoke again. “I see you’ve been to the party downstairs, why did you leave?” You sighed and looked back out, this time up at the moon. You had nearly forgotten what made you leave the event early before it was mentioned. Shaking your head, you gave him a dismissive reply, “I uh, just wanted to go, eh, get some air.” Something in the air told you he didn’t believe a word. But he didn’t push, he just nodded.
“I see,” he said. You look back over at him, examining his side profile. His nose was the feature that stuck out the most- positively, of course. You’d never really observed the Cardinal, especially from this close. Of course, it was common knowledge that he was attractive, but your tipsy (drunken) state somewhat enhanced his beauty. He looked over at you, catching you staring at him. Before he could ask anything else, you quickly asked, “Why are you here instead of the- at the party? The rest of the upper clergy is there.” He thought only for a few seconds before replying.
“I don’t like being in crowds like that, all stuck together. It’s very uncomfortable, yes?” You nodded in agreement, understanding what he meant. “So, I came here. It’s a beautiful sight, is it not? Especially with the moon casting her light everywhere,” he looked enamored with the scenery, motioning to it with his hands. “Yes,” you said, “it’s really nice here. I like to come here to think.” Copia looked over at you, cocking one of his eyebrows up. “So that’s why you’re here, then? To think?” he asked. Mentally kicking yourself for saying what you were thinking out loud, you nodded your head.
The Cardinal put a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I am willing to listen,” he said and smiled softly. The tiny voice in your head tried to stop you from oversharing but his invitation to speak made you feel safe and, truth be told, you needed to talk about it. You took a deep breath and prepared to spill your feelings out to a near stranger. “Well, the conversation that blossomed before I left was about visiting family for the holidays,” you started, “and I didn’t. Everyone else did, so I just felt kinda… left out.”
“Do you not have any family?” he asked, immediately stammering to take it back, “Oh! I’m sorry, that is maybe too personal of a question.” He rubbed the back of his head, his ears turning a deep shade of red. A giggle meant to escape your lips at his reaction, but it came out louder than you expected… in the form of a snort. Embarrassment flooded your features as you hid your face with your hands, now laughing at yourself. Copia tried to hold his laughter in but ultimately failed, joining you. The two of you drowned out the thumping of the music downstairs and when your laughter subsided, you caught your breath and grasped the railing to steady your dizzy mind.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind the answer- ah, question. I don’t mind the question,” you said, wiping a tear that fell out of your eye as a result of your hard laughter. The Cardinal steadied his breath and looked at you with attentive eyes. “I don’t have family anymore,” you started, “they weren’t very happy with my life choices, so they cut me off.” Your eyes looked at the floor, suddenly feeling the effects of your feelings mixed with the drinks. “I am sorry to hear that, it is their loss,” he said, putting his empty glass on the ground and laying a hand on your shoulder. The current mood was so different from the previous one from a few moments ago.
Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke again, “It’s alright. I normally don’t care but it’s a little difficult around the holidays.” Copia’s thumb rubbed your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, offering you an understanding nod. “I know what you mean, it is difficult to be alone during this season.” You looked up at him, a sympathetic look on his face as he motioned to the tears flowing down your cheeks. “May I?” he asked, you nodding in reply. He held your face in his hands, wiping the tears away gently with his thumbs. The feeling of his gloves on your skin was oddly comforting. You found your head leaning into his touch and he kept his hands where they were.
“Aren’t the Upper Clergy like family to you? It seems like you never spend a day alone,” you mumbled the last part, not meaning to sound rude. The two of you held eye contact and though his face didn’t show it, there was sadness in his eyes. “While it is true I rarely have time to myself, inside I feel very lonely,“ he gave you a small smile before he continued, “and while they are kind to me in most regards, a real family is something I have always lacked.” Your hands reach up to his two that rested on your face, pulling them down and holding them. “I’ll tell you what, Cardinal,” you begin your proposal, smiling at the man in front of you, “we aren’t alone tonight. Please, tell me what you’ve been up to.”
His face lit up upon hearing your words, immediately taking the opportunity to inform you on everything he had been doing lately. From silly things his rats did that week to stressful situations he had to deal with keeping the Ministry afloat behind the scenes. You were never fully aware of how much his job had consisted of until now. He went on for at least an hour and you paid close attention the whole time, making sure to ask questions that he happily answered. By the end of the conversation, the humming of the music downstairs was drowned out once again by your laughter.
‘Anyway, that’s enough about me,” Copia said with a bright smile, “tell me about you.” You opened your mouth to talk but the sound underneath you subsided and a voice erupted from the speakers. “We’re going to slow it down before we ring in the new year- grab a partner for this next one,” the voice boomed, followed by the sound of a slow beat of a song beginning. You and Copia smiled sheepishly at each other as he held his hand out, bowing slightly. “May I have this dance?” he asked, stifling a laugh as you giggled and took his hand. He straightened himself and your arms found their way around his neck as he moved to hold your hips lightly.
“I still want to hear more about you,“ he said softly, his breath traveling the distance and brushing against your face. “Well,” you began, “I spent the last week mentally preparing myself for yesterday. And after I was done decorating for the party, I decided to unwind with a good book I’ve been reading.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly invested in what you were telling him. “And which book would that be?” he questioned. “Dracula. I’ve read it a few times, actually, but I always come back to it when I want to relax.” You thought your answer might bore him, but it was quite the opposite. His eyes gleamed as he excitedly told you it was one of his favorites.
Over the next three minutes, the two of you discussed Dracula and shared your opinions on the characters, soon being interrupted yet again by the booming voice from downstairs. “Get ready! The countdown is starting!” The horde of people in the main hall then began chanting numbers. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6…
5
Copia smiled at you, averting his gaze back out to the balcony when he saw the way you were looking at him.
4
You lifted your hand to his cheek and moved his eyes back to yours, taking a lungful of breath.
3
“May I?” he asked, the red in his ears now traveling across his face.
2
“You may,” you said, leaning into his hand as he placed it on your cheek.
1
His lips crashed into yours as cheering echoed throughout the ministry. The kiss only lasted a short moment, but it felt like time had frozen for at least thirty minutes. When the two of you pulled away, you caressed his cheek and leaned in to hug him.
“Happy New Year, Cardinal.”
He returned your hug, rubbing circles into your back.
“A very Happy New Year, indeed. I would like to spend more time with you, if that’s alright.”
“I would love that,” you said with a smile. You had a feeling you wouldn’t be alone this year.
Graceful, Batman. (Papa Emeritus IV x Reader Fluff)
Hiya! Back again with another Twitter writing! This is just a little fluffy thing inspired by Copia’s batwing outfit- I swear I love this man sm. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 1089
AO3 chapter: here
Copia had been very excited to switch up his wardrobe after becoming Papa. It was truly overwhelming how many outfits he put together, and of course he needed a second opinion. Neither Nihil nor Sister Imperator would spare the time of day for his little fashion show, there was far too much to do around the Ministry. There was, however, one other person he knew he could count on to give opinions nearly as important as his own- and that was you. You, what others would see as a normal sibling of sin, were special in Copia’s eyes. Not only did he value your opinions, but also your company and friendship. So he sent an invitation to your chambers asking you to meet him in his.
It was later in the day, so you had finished your tasks for the day already. Quickly grabbing something to eat, you made your way down the winding halls, wondering what the important business Copia wanted to discuss was. Whatever it was, you were always nervous when he formally invited you to visit him. In normal terms, he’d find you in the hall during the day and invite you to ‘hang out’ later that evening, which you would obviously accept. A lot of the siblings had not been very fond of their new Papa, but you never had any distaste for him. In fact, you quite liked Copia. He had a calming aura around him and surely he appreciated you accepting him as the new satanic pope. At least, he let on a sense of favoritism towards you. Which is the reason you’re here, knocking on his door in the late evening upon request.
The door swings open to reveal Copia in his bathrobe and new papal makeup, excitedly motioning for you to come inside. Once you’re in the room, he shuts the door and pulls you in for a tight hug. “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice,” he says as he pulls away from you. “It’s no problem at all, Papa,” you reply with a smile. Copia lightly grabs your hand and leads you sit on his small couch. You take your seat and look up at him, confused. “What was the important business, Papa?” You asked. His face flushed with embarrassment, momentarily returning to the nervous and feeble man he was when he was the Cardinal. Once he composed himself, he answered your question. “Well, I was hoping you could give me an opinion on the outfits I’ve put together for the next tour.” You stifled the laugh threatening to escape as you nod, accepting your role as fashion expert for the night.
Copia’s face brightened at your agreement to help him. He knew he could count on you. Quickly, he shuffled into his bathroom and closed the door. You waited patiently, hearing the sound of something falling and a few mumbled curse words before the bathroom door opened and Copia stepped out in his first outfit, walking towards you and giving you a spin. He had black pants that looked like they had been chewed up by a dog, but somehow worked so well paired with a black button up shirt, the sleeves ending with frills. “Aw, I think it looks great on you!” You say, gazing up and down his body in observance. He grinned, running behind him and picking up a few mismatched objects to show you.
“I have a ton of accessories to go on top, too! There’s this vest, these jackets, this cool hat!” Copia showed you everything he had put together excitedly, almost like a little kid. It was so heartwarming to see him this psyched up. You observed every accessory as he tried them on, giving him your approval whenever he looked at you with his bright, mismatched eyes. When he put the hat on proudly, he stopped and grinned devilishly. He had a sudden idea and you could see the gears turning in his head as he took his hat off and handed it to you. “I have one more accessory. Wait here!” He said, backing away slowly and bumping into the doorframe before slipping back into the bathroom.
Patiently, you waited. You tried ignoring the giggles erupting from the other room, unsure of what exactly you needed to be prepared for. The door creaked open slightly and you leaned to get a better view. “Close your eyes!” Copia shouted from hiding. You did as you were told, feeling suspicious but trusting it wouldn’t be too bad in the end. The floorboards creaked as he approached you softly. There was a squeaking noise coming from somewhere, it sounded like… leather? ‘Surely he didn’t get a leather outfit,’ you thought. A waft of air hit your face and a whoosh sound was heard. It almost sounded like a cloak had been thrown. “Open them!” He instructed. When you opened your eyes, there was Copia. He stood before you with bat wings, in what you assumed was supposed to be a “scary” pose.
You couldn’t hold back your giggles as you stared at him, brandishing the most serious look he’d ever worn on his face. He looked offended when you began laughing and went to lower his arms. Before he could do that, though, you wrapped yours around his figure and pulled him in for a tight hug. With a sigh, he returned the favor and wrapped you in his wings. No matter how disappointed he was that he didn’t scare you, Copia could never turn down a hug. “I didn’t scare you, did I?” He asked sadly. “You terrified me, Papa.” You replied. He perked up upon hearing this, “Really?” You nodded into his chest, pulling away enough to look up at him. His wings were still draped over you. “You should try to scare people on stage,” you suggested with a warm smile. He smiled back and nodded his head. “Good idea.”
You investigated the wings closer, honestly impressed at the detail. Copia then gasped, pulling you out of thought. “Oh, I forgot! Would you like to see my papa robes?” Excitedly, you nodded. “Yes, of course!” He outstretched his wings and ran towards the bathroom as if he was flying. It was cute and funny until he ran directly into the door frame again, bonking his head. You winced at his pain, only laughing when he sat up and rubbed his head with a chuckle. “Graceful, Batman,” you laughed. Copia glared at you and disappeared to the bathroom.
Heyyy! Two days in a row, wow! This is just a little thing I wrote on Twitter and decided to share it elsewhere. It’s short and sweet hehehe! Please enjoy <3
Content: angst and fluff
Words: 963
AO3 chapter: here!
Secondo was not the most welcoming person, nor the kindest if you weren’t close to him. Getting him to admit he was wrong and/or getting him to apologize was too much to bother with. However, those who do get the privilege of being close to him sometimes see a rare soft side.
You were stressfully making your way through a busy work day consisting of boring tasks and endless paperwork. An important day was coming up for the ministry and everyone was on their toes preparing for it. When you finally got a moment of rest, you decided to head to the cafeteria to find a little something to eat. Quickly, you grabbed a sandwich, an apple, and two water bottles. Seeing as the siblings were having a tough time with preparation, you could only imagine what the upper clergy members were going through.
Your thoughts had drifted to Papa Emeritus II, a man you had been meeting with more often as of late. Knowing he was not staying hydrated and that he had probably skipped on eating today to focus on his work. Hoping to have enough time to get to his office and maybe spend a few minutes with him before you returned to your duties, you quickly walked down the long halls. Within two minutes, you were in front of his door, opening it without thinking of knocking first. Secondo’s dark eyes peered up at you with your tired grin, then he looked back down at the papers on his desk.
“Not now,” he spoke. You ignored him, walking closer and trying to catch your breath from running. “Papa, I know you’re busy, but-“ you were cut off by the sound of him slamming his quill onto his desk hard in frustration. He met with your eyes and spoke once again, anger written on his face.
“I said. Not. Now.”
You had jumped at the initial slam of his fists, your smile slowly fading and fear striking your eyes. Still, you tried to speak. “I was just..” you started quietly. Again, the sentence was cut short by Secondo’s booming voice. “LEAVE!” He growled, rising from his seat and towering over you. You shook, placing the apple and one of the water bottles on his desk, spinning around on your heel and quickly making your way back to the door, opening it slightly and holding back tears as you spoke again.
You didn’t turn to face him, keeping your eyes toward the hallway. “Please remember to eat and drink, Papa. I’m sorry for bothering you,” the sadness was written in your tone, a quiet sob escaping on your last word as you exited his room and closed the door behind you. You quickly made your way through the building, wiping away tears as you held on to your dinner for the night. Though yelling was nothing strange for Secondo, he had never raised his voice at you before. But you understood, he was stressed. Everyone was. You made your way to the location of your last task for the day, sinking down the wall and eating your lunch as you sobbed freely to an empty room.
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Secondo sat at his desk, staring at the apple and water you had left behind. His hand massaged his temple while he contemplated what to do. For once, he had felt bad for yelling at someone. Regretted it, even. You had done nothing wrong, and even wanted to make sure he was taking care of himself, but he hurt you. A sigh escaped his lips, shaking his head and leaning back in his seat. He tried to excuse his own mistake, telling himself it was justified because he was frustrated with his day, but he was aware that wasn’t true. There was no cause for what he did.
He knew what he had to do, even if he didn’t want to admit it.
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You wore a somber look for the rest of your day, working in silence as you attempted to erase the version of Secondo you saw earlier. There wasn’t a point in holding out for an apology, you thought, so you would forgive and forget on your own. Little did you expect the door of the room you occupied to swing open and reveal a disheveled looking Secondo, scanning the room for you. When his gaze rested upon your sad face, his heart nearly shattered at the damage he’d done. Though he would never want to say it out loud, Secondo cared for you deeply. You understood and accepted him, never forcing him to feel or act a certain way.
He gingerly approached you, something you had never seen him do before. He wrung his hands nervously, greeting you with your name and looking down to the floor. “Yes, Papa?” you asked, trying not to seem too hopeful for what you were expecting. He came closer, reaching out and taking one of your hands in his, rubbing it gently. “I want to… I wish to…” he sighed, rolling his eyes at himself. “I apologize for my outburst earlier. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. And thank you for trying to look after me.”
You smile at his strained apology, knowing how hard it must’ve been for him to admit his wrongs. Secondo avoided eye contact with you, standing awkwardly with your hand enclosed in his. You press your lips to his cheek and pull back to look at him, causing his eyes to meet yours. “I forgive you,” you say. He smiles, one of the first you’ve ever seen. It warms your heart. Secondo pulls you in for a warm hug, yet another first. You breathe him in, relishing in the moment and hoping it’s not the last you’ll experience.
I’m back yet again with shameless writings originating on Twitter! I have a summary for this one:
Copia loves fruit, you love fruit. OH- y'all REALLY love fruit, huh?
Yeah, that’s all. I thought it was funny. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Read those content things! EEEEEEE
Content: switch gn!reader, switch Copia, hand feeding, power dynamic, power exchange, food play, mutual masturbation (kinda), teasing, blowjob, rough sex, soft sex, kinda fluffy at the end
Words: 2790
AO3: here!
You left Copia’s room for a moment to get a snack, coming back ten minutes later with a bowl of freshly cut assorted fruits. Upon entering, the sweet aroma filled the air and made Copia look up from the paper he was scribbling on at his desk. He loved fruit so much that even just the scent was tempting. You reclaimed your spot on his loveseat and began to enjoy your snack, hearing Copia’s chair slide across the floor and his feet shuffling toward you. He now stood in front of you, looking down at the bowl in your lap.
“Ah, dear, I love fruit. May I please….” he started and his hand reached down. You swatted it, watching his eyes fill with sadness and a frown form on his face. He mumbled some sort of apology, thinking you were mad at him or he had been rude. You shook your head and sat up straight, keeping the bowl in your lap. “Do you want some?” You asked him kindly, signaling that he did nothing wrong. He nodded eagerly and his face returned to normal, making your heart warm. “Sit down, I’ll give you some.”
He goes to sit beside you on the loveseat, but you stop him and shake your head, pointing at the floor. He understands what you want and kneels in front of you, placing his hands on your knees and looking up with eyes sweeter than that of the fruit you consumed. You pick out a slice of strawberry, his favorite, and hold it in front of his face. “Open wide,” you say and he does so, sticking his tongue out just slightly. You gently place the fruit on his tongue and press it in, forcing his tongue back in as his mouth closes around your fingers, letting them stay there for a moment before you slip them out.
He happily chews the strawberry, his eyes closing slightly while he does. You smile at him and tilt your head. “Good,” your voice is gentle as you praise the man with a heart full of love. “Thank you, love,” he whispers after he swallows his strawberry. “Would you like more?” you ask him and cup his face with your hand, causing him to nuzzle his face into it and press a kiss on your palm. Copia was always so warm and the warmth raced from your hand and up your arm.
“Yes, I would love more,” he replies. You remove your hand from his face and dig through the bowl of fruit, finding a thick slice of kiwi. You hold it in front of him like you did before and he opened his mouth and leaned forward. “Ah, ah, ah,” you spoke, dragging your hand back and clicking your tongue. “What do we say, my love?” Copia blushed and looked down, you brought your knuckles under his chin and gently directed him to look back at you.
“Please,” he whined. Two of your fingers held the kiwi slice in your hand while the other three squeezed Copia’s cheeks, forcing his mouth open. You fed him and closed his mouth again, leaving your hand there while he chewed, dragging it down to gently hold his throat after he was done. He shivered under your touch and gripped your knees a bit, rubbing his hands up and down the length of your thighs. Your thumb caresses the front of his throat as you shakily inhale. Copia’s eyes flicker down to the bowl of fruit and back up to you with a smirk.
One of his hands raise and reach in the bowl, fishing out a single grape and rolling it around in his fingers before he brings it to your mouth, brushing a circle on your lips with it and popping it in. You chewed the grape slowly as you watched his hand find its way back to your thighs, dragging down the length of your body on its journey. He made sure to graze your midsection just barely, like the little tease he is. You tighten your hand around his throat, squeezing the sides with just the right amount of pressure.
“Don’t be a tease, my sweet,” you said to him, placing the bowl onto the coffee table and standing up, your crotch at eye level with Copia. He took a deep inhale through his nose and breathed in your scent as you released the pressure on his neck. His hands that rested on your legs when you stood began caressing them once more, fiddling with your clothes and finding a way to get them off of you. While he did so, you fished out a slice of banana and held it in your hand.
Copia took in the sight of you and moved in to make contact with your midsection, but your arm came between them, pushing his head back. He looked up at you questioningly. “Not yet, wait for permission,” you said tenderly, holding the banana slice about an inch away from your radiating heat. His eyes flickered down to the fruit in your hands, back up and then back down at the nod of your head. Slowly, he moved in and took the fruit in his mouth, pressing his face into your arm and forcing it to collide with you.
A soft groan escaped your lips as you moved your arm to the back of his head and brought him closer to you. His warm breathing mixed with your heat as he sloppily lapped at you, tasting what he could and mixing your liquids with the taste of fruit on his tongue. The flavor of his two favorite tastes mixing drove him insane. His hands gripped the back of your thighs harshly, and the way he worked his mouth on you caused you to moan his name, adding fuel to his fire.
This doesn’t last long, however, when you begin to feel that familiar feeling in your stomach. He hasn’t earned it. Your hand intertwined in his hair pulls his head back, struggling a little as he pulls back, but ultimately winning. He whines, gripping the back of your thighs harder and staring at you with need. The makeup on his face was smudged from the pressure he was applying to your body and he looked like a mess. You meet his displeased expression with a smile, planning to continue with the fruit game you had going on.
As you searched for another slice of fruit, Copia stood suddenly and locked his arms under your knees, causing you to fall back on the loveseat. The sudden shift of control kept you off guard long enough for him to drag you to the floor and tower over you. You attempted to move, but his body had you locked in and his gaze kept you still. He smiled at you hungrily, and you knew that your dominance over him had been thrown to the side. “Not so confident in this position, are you?” he questions playfully, voice deep in his throat.
Copia brushed through the fruit bowl, picking a variety of slices and placing them one by one down the center of your body starting between your collar bones and stopping at your belly button. He found another grape and placed it between your lips, telling you to hold it there and not move it. You obliged, letting him play with his sudden burst of confidence, planning to get him back later. A soft kiss on your forehead brought you out of your thoughts and back to the situation at hand, Copia’s body touching yours.
“You look so lovely, my dear,” he cooed as he kissed your nose, and then your mouth. He took the grape from your lips and chewed, swallowing before he kissed under your chin, then your neck, and making his way to the second piece of fruit that lay on your chest. Every time he picked up a fruit, he would suck and lick the remaining juice from your skin in a sensual way that stimulated the need within you. Your heart rate quickened and your breathing hitched the closer he got to your belly button.
Still, you remained perfectly still, trying to maintain the little control you had left. You never noticed Copia’s hands sneaking between your thighs as he captured the last fruit from your belly button. He looked up at you with a smirk, teasing your entrance with one of his fingers. This took you by surprise, causing you to gasp and jump. He continued his slow circles around your hole while he kissed down your stomach and around your tender flesh, making sure to avoid the most important area. His kisses continued to your thigh and back, placing one final kiss atop your sensitive spot.
He pulled himself and his hands up, undoing the buttons of his clothes and efficiently removing them. Your eyes flickered to his erection, leaking and looking just as needy as he had just minutes before. He took himself in his hands, pumping his cock with his eyes locked on your face. You had laid there, expecting him to hand himself over and merge your bodies together, but as time passed you realized that was not the case. There stood a dark version of the obedient man you once knew gritting his teeth as he jacked off above you. You lifted a hand towards him, hoping to get in on the action and help but a growl and a dirty look from him made you return to your original helpless position. Copia roughly pumped his hands and kept his gaze intense on you, now holding your eyes to his. He bit his lip, obviously trying to keep the dominant composure he had so far established, but a moan slipped through and paved the way for many more. His whines of pleasure had the fire building back up within you, music to your ears.
Copia’s eyes squeezed shut and just as he was about to come to you, you swiftly removed his hand and pushed him backwards, taking his breath away. Now you were back above him, looking down at his teary eyes and disheveled hair with a cocky smile on your face. You took two strawberry slices from the bowl, feeding one to him and eating the other. Once you consumed it, you moved yourself down and placed a kiss on his throbbing tip, earning a loud moan from him as you took his cock into his mouth. You took all of him in, swirling your tongue and working your magic.
It took barely any effort to bring Copia back to where he was, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other combing his own back. He had given up hiding his lewd sounds, crying out to you desperately. His hips started bucking in unison with your head bobbing up and down on him, the tip roughly colliding with the back of your throat and gagging you. The reverberation further stimulated him and his knees buckled, cock twitching violently and shooting your mouth full of his seed. You swallowed the warm liquid, looking up at him and licking your lips.
His head fell back to the floor, chest heaving as a result of his climax. You crawl up to meet him eye to eye, the sweetest smile on your face as you place a kiss on his neck, biting down. His head jerks up and he looks down at you. Bringing your face back to his, you tilt your head slightly. “You aren’t done, sweetheart,” you say. Copia’s hands grab your ass and drag down to the back of your thighs as he sits up, pulling you on to his lap. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, your bodies intertwining and skin sticking together.
Copia’s hands graze up and down your body, feeling every curve and bump he was so familiar with. Your body was a roadmap he had memorized long ago, but always found pleasure in exploring. You pulled away at the feeling of his hardening length between your legs. “Are you ready to please me, good boy?” you whispered into his ear, feeling him shiver at the sensation of your breath on his ear. He nodded and pulled you closer to him, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.
The hands on your hips helped lift you up as you slowly descended onto him, stretching your walls and enveloping him entirely. The two of you groan at the feeling as you begin to rock your hips, relishing in the feeling of Copia inside you. With his face still nudged into your neck, he nipped and sucked at your skin. You whimpered into his ear, your arms wrapping around him and hands rubbing his back. Ever the impatient person, he grips onto your hips and lifts you up, shoving you back down onto him and thrusting his hips upward at the same time.
“Fuck!” you cry at the collision, nails digging into his back from surprise. Copia continues at a steady pace, whining into the air as he bucks into you. You try to assist him the best you can, attempting to keep up with his continuously quickening thrusts, but the grip on your thighs tighten and he’s making sure to do all the work for you. He whispers dirty things to you, barely making out a, “you like that?” coming from his mouth under the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
His hand collides with your ass, smacking it roughly and bringing you back to reality yet again. His head has raised away from your neck, eyebrows furrowed as you met his mismatched eyes. Beads of sweat ran down his face, head tilted back and mouth slightly agape. If his makeup wasn’t ruined before, it sure was now. One of your hands removed itself from his back and shakily made its way to rest on his cheek. It was only then you realized he had stopped the ruthless pace and returned to a slower, more tame one.
You could tell he was getting tired, no matter how bad he wanted to show off for you. Deciding you could take the lead now, you steadied yourself by grabbing his shoulders, proceeding to bounce up and down on his dick. The pace you kept wasn’t as quick as his previous, but it was just as hard. Just as effective. Copia’s head fell back and his noises started again, coated in his pleasure and love for you. Electricity surged through you every time the head of his cock met the back of your walls, he was the perfect fit for you.
The two of you were a moaning and whining mess, gripping at anything you could to keep the momentum going as you worked towards the final goal. One of Copia’s hands met with your throat, squeezing it like you had done to him. The sudden pressure brought focus to your stimulation, one of your hands dipping down to further play with yourself. Copia lazily grinned at you, pleased with the desperate noises escaping from your mouth. He got some of his energy back, beginning to thrust up into you yet again.
Your back began to arch as a tightness arrived in your stomach, legs shaking slightly and inclining Copia to pound into you as hard as he could, feeling his own release arriving as well. “Come on, you can do it, good, come for me, my sweet,” his words were soft, moans and whimpers escaping in between them. You half-lidded eyes stared him down as you cried out one last time, muscles tightening as your walls fluttered around his dick. He continued to fuck into you as you rode out your orgasm, his own self arriving soon after and spilling out to fill you.
Copia laid back, pulling you with him as the two of you held onto one another- a sweaty, hot mess. The now quiet room was filled with your heavy breathing, slowing with every minute you rested together. After a few minutes of rest, he helped you up and sat on the loveseat, pulling you to sit beside and cuddle into him. One of his arms snaked around your shoulder, and another one reached out to grab the almost empty bowl of fruit. He picks through the remainder, finding the last strawberry slice and feeding it to you.
“We should eat fruit like this every day,” he giggles, munching on a banana slice. You smile and give him a peck on his practically bare cheek.
“If you’re lucky,” you reply, rubbing your head into his shoulder and closing your eyes in absolute bliss.
The Papas and what they would gift you for the holidays 🖤
(I made these images for you guys :3 they’re special. Just for you.)
Just a little thread I posted on Twitter :)
Open the present!!
Primo
Primo would be one to make you something. Perhaps he would knit you a sweater or a blanket, insisting you must keep warm during the winter. Or, maybe he would arrange you a mug full of hot chocolate packets (the ones with the mini marshmallows).
Secondo
Secondo would be the secret softie around the festive times, getting the two of you a pair of matching pajamas and opting to spend time with you watching a holiday movie and cuddling on the couch, eating popcorn out of those tin cans and drinking something warm.
Terzo
Terzo is the kind of person that would give you the thing you wanted last year, and then when he figures that out, he decides to make it up to you with a cute date. You’d go out to see the lights, eat, maybe ice skate. (That way you can laugh at him when he falls on his ass.)
Copia
Copia remembers almost everything you took interest in within the past year. He tries his best to get you most of what you wanted. But he also gets you something he thought of, which is a little locket with a picture of you two in it. And, of course, a big smooch!
Nihil
Nihil is the guy that forgot to get you a present. It’s not until you give him his that he starts freaking out, frantically looking around for something to give you and handing you the pen he had on his desk. He swears he’ll make it up to you. (He bakes you cookies.)
The long-awaited Terzo thingy I wrote on Twitter yesterday! This one is longer than both of the previous ones (and something tells me the Copia one will be even longer lolol). Just like the previous one, this one starts soft and then gets diiiiirty after the “keep reading” split. Enjoy that!
Content: jealousy, fluff, dom!Terzo, teasing, penetration, rough sex lol
Words: 1,296
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Terzo would get jealous easily. He would bring it up in a very obvious way like, “go hang out with them, I’ll just be here. Alone.” You would cancel your plans and reassure him, making him feel a little ashamed for being jealous.
“I just don’t want to lose you, love.”
“You’ll never lose me. I’m yours, Terzo.”
That, of course, would feed his ego immediately. A smirk would appear on his face as he backed you into a corner. His arms rise to either side of your head, hands pressed firmly into the wall.
“Let me remind you what made you mine.”
His lips crash into yours, forcing your head to collide with the flat surface behind you. There was a moment of pain but being a little rough wasn’t anything new to you. Terzo’s body was pressed so closely to yours and you inhaled, your nose filling with his scent. He smelled smoky, with a hint of rose. It was an intoxicating scent that you could never resist. Terzo pulled away, placing rough kisses down your jaw and to your neck, biting and sucking on your flesh until he left marks.
You let out small sounds of satisfaction as he did so, letting your hand raise up and find his hair. Your fingers grazed through his soft, dark locks, tugging them at the ends. He groaned into your neck, ripping one of his hands away from the wall to grab your wrist and pin it above you. He moved his head to stare into your eyes and shook his head with a grin.
“You’re not in charge, my love. Know your place.”
Your breathing was shaky, having never seen Terzo act this way. It was scary but very exciting. His hand trailed down your arm and he rested his hand on your cheek. “Keep that arm up there. And while you’re at it,” he said, grabbing your other arm and moving to meet your first, “keep this one there too. Remember, don’t move them. Alright?” You nod your head in agreement.
Terzo licks his lips and takes a step back, scanning your body with his lust-filled eyes. They stop, however, upon seeing that your legs were nearly crossed as you pressed your thighs together. Trying to contain your excitement instead made it painfully obvious and a deep chuckle emerged from Terzo. How he loved seeing you this needy. He grazed his hand over your neck, marveling at his work as he traced the marks he’d left on your skin. A shiver ran down your spine at the faint contact.
“Who do you belong to, again?” He asked you.
“You,” your voice was low.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that… who do you belong to?” He applied more force to his final words as he asked again.
“You,” your voice was louder this time.
His hand that once grazed your skin clasped around your neck and squeezed, holding you to the wall. His face drew closer to yours and your foreheads were touching, his breath hot and demanding.
“Treat me with some respect. Address me as ‘sir.’ Now, who do you belong to?” He nearly growled his words.
“I belong to you, sir,” you strained your words through the grip on your throat.
“That’s better.”
His hand released your airways, but remained on your neck as his lips met with yours again. Terzo’s knee weaseled its way between your legs, forcing them apart. He softly brushed the hardness of his knee against your midsection and you moaned longingly into his mouth. His hands explored your body, but he was getting tired of your clothing keeping him from what laid beneath. He practically tore your clothes off of you, letting them scatter on the ground and kicking them to the side.
His lips grazed your collar bones and then down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and rolling it between his teeth, using his free hand to pinch and pull with the other one. Your pleased noises rang like music to his ears. He pulled away from you and stepped back once again, taking in the sight of you naked. So vulnerable and all for him. Terzo smirked, an idea popping into his head.
It started with his gloves, putting the tip of the finger in your mouth and telling you to hold it in place as he slipped them off. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt in a slow, almost hypnotic way. You couldn’t move and all you wanted to do was touch him, help him out of his clothes. Instead, you had to watch him remove them himself, seemingly in slow motion. You mewled in distress, pressing your legs together once more in an attempt to give yourself some friction, some sort of sensation as he finally slipped his top off and threw it behind him.
Last were his pants, which perfectly displayed his rock hard erection wanting to break through the cloth prison it was trapped in. He took his pants and underwear all at once, slowly dragging them down his legs and letting his member spring free, tip wet and shining in the room’s dim lighting. His garments made their way to the side and he stepped closer to you, as close as he could without making contact with your body at all. Desperation was plastered on your face as you looked at him, eyes pleading to be devoured.
He stepped just a bit closer, your genitals barely brushing against each other and earning a small gasp from you at the minimal contact. Terzo’s eyes wrinkled as he smiled, nodding in approval as he brought his hands under your thighs, hoisting you up and almost causing you to fall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your hands instinctively flew down to grab his shoulders to catch yourself. Terzo’s lips took yours once more, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and dancing around it, exploring every inch he could.
Without warning, his cock slammed into you and you let out a muffled exclamation into his mouth. Terzo moved slowly but the force behind his thrusts were ungodly, hitting the perfect spot every single time. He always knew where you felt best. He pulled away from the kiss, wanting to focus on the way you looked when he pleased you this way. With every moment of impact, you let out a strangled noise of someone who was struggling to stay afloat. Your back arched on the wall and your head fell back in pleasure, causing Terzo to roughly grab your chin and pull you to face him again. His pace quickened and he growled his demand.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you, love.”
“Yes…” you choked on a moan as you finished your sentence, “sir.” Breathy moans escaped both of your lips as you stayed locked in eye contact. The pressure inside of you grew stronger as you clamped around his member, earning a grunt from him.
“Terzo… I… please, I’m gonna…” you struggled to get your words out as he slammed into you, sensing he was close, as well.
“It’s okay, you can do it. Come for me, only for me,” he purred. He pumped a few more times, pushing you over the edge as stars sprang to your eyes, watching as Terzo’s once composed face succumbs to pleasure as he twitches inside you, flooding you with his seed. His head falls forward and rests on yours, the two of you breathing heavily in unison. He places one last kiss on your lips, looking you directly in the eyes with that cocky smile of his.
Here’s the second thingy I wrote up on Twitter last night! As you can see, I have a little more to say about Secondo in comparison to Primo. He’s honestly so <3
Anyway, just like the last one, this starts off nice and sweet and then transitions into NSFW. The NSFW content will be past the “keep reading” barrier!
Secondo will always be there for you when you feel insecure. He’ll tell you to come over to his mirror and put you in front of him, one hand on your hip and the other on your face, making you look at yourself. He held you oh so sweetly, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear.
“You are the most divine creature in existence, my dear.”
The hand holding your face will move down to your neck and the hand on your hip will move itself up and down, traveling all over the side of your body. If you try to look back, he’ll force you to see your reflection again.
“Allow me to show you what I see, yes?”
You swallow the spit that's collected in your mouth and nod your head, not daring to look away from the mirror. The hand on your side travels to the hem of your clothing as he slides it off of you, making sure to take his sweet and sadistic time. You rub your thighs together in anticipation, your eyes following the movement of his hand until your clothing hits the ground and he moves back up, this time exploring the other side of your (now fully exposed) body.
He placed small kisses on your back, trailing them to your shoulders and lifting your arm, kissing down the length and making his way back up to cover the other side with his soft lips. His arm dropped yours, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, brushing his chin with his knuckles and breathing you in.
"Everything about you is perfect. I'm not sure why you don't see this, but maybe you will realize it when you see the way you look when I am pleasing you." His voice was low, yet assertive. You knew he truly believed what he said. "Do me a favor," he spoke again.
"Yes, anything. What is it?"
"Don't take your eyes off your face. Can you do that for me?" You nodded, but the tightening of his hand around your throat indicated that wasn't good enough.
"Yes, I will,” you replied.
"Good."
And with that, his other hand continued its journey around your body, dragging his fingertips lightly along your more sensitive areas and adoring the way you would shiver in reply. You felt his pulsating presence pressing into your lower back through his robes, and your face had longing written all over it. His hand stopped directly above the heat between your thighs, knowing how desperately you wanted him. Secondo slowly began moving over the area, purposely taking pressure away from the spot that needed it most. You groaned quietly, tired of the teasing and sick with need.
He chuckled in your ear, looking up to make eye contact with you in the mirror before granting you the pressure you desired. His hand met with your nerves, caressing you with just enough to feel something and you watched as your mouth dropped open and you fought with your eyelids to prevent them from closing. Pleasure flooded your face as he allowed more pressure, his hands working magic while he watched you wiggle and writhe. He held you in place with his strong arms, still holding your neck in his other hand. He squeezed, clouding your brain and amplifying what you felt below, earning sinful sounds from you. A loving smile creeped onto his face.
"You look so good like this, my love. Can't you see it now?" You stared at yourself through your half-lidded eyes and a tear rolled down your face. Whether it was from his words or the pleasure he was inflicting, you may never know. His lower hand was hard at work as your knees stiffened and your pelvis jerked, the height of your experience upon you. The thumb pressed into your throat slid up and down, soothing you. "Come on, hon. You can do it. Let's see you come for me." His words sent you over the edge, and you swear you would've fallen had he not been holding you so tightly.
Waves of pleasure washed over you as he guided you through your orgasm. When it was over, he removed both of his hands and brought you in, hugging you from behind. You caught your breath and closed your eyes, taking in the moment. "Do you see what I see now?" He asked. "Yes." You replied. And it was true.
Heya! I started doing these on Twitter last night and decided to post the Primo one first! The start is fluffy but it transitions into NSFW! It’s not very long (I don’t have a lot to say about Primo), but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Content: fluffy comfort, then some wake-up genital fondling. The genital fondling will be in the “keep reading” part just in case you don’t wanna read it LOL
Words: 339
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When you’re having a hard time, you’ll visit Primo in his quarters. Something about him calms whatever is going on inside your brain. He’ll allow you to sit beside him and talk with him about what you’re feeling. If you don’t wish to talk about it, he’ll coax your head into his lap and stroke your hair soothingly, whispering sweet nothings to you. This will eventually result in you falling asleep in the safety of his presence.
But then you wake up after you feel better, only to find him asleep. To repay him for his comfort, you decide to wake him up with some well-deserved head. He’ll awake slowly and then with a deep groan, he’ll speak your name tenderly.
“Ah, my dearest, I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
His hand that once rested on your head will return to tangle itself in your hair, not using any force but just placing itself there while your head moves, working the magic your mouth does. Primo’s chest rises and falls in deep breaths as you add your hand to his shaft, moving it in collaboration with your mouth. His eyes shut tightly as he focuses on the sensation you’re giving him, whispering praise into the air to dance through your ears.
“You’re always so good for me, little one. You make your Papa so proud.”
Groans are heard in between some of the words as he struggles to get his sentences out. You begin to feel his cock twitch in your mouth as you push your limits just for him, pushing him all the way down and tickling the back of your throat with his tip. It only takes a few pumps in before you’re filled with his seed. As he releases, he says your name in such adoration and grips your hair, tugging it slightly. You swallow what was given to you and sit up, placing a loving kiss on Primo’s lips.
He strokes your cheek and lays you back, lowering himself.
Summary: Sometime after midnight, when most of the Ministry was dreaming away, a sibling of sin is having trouble sleeping.
Hey! :) I haven't written anything for Copia (this is only my second fic for Ghost) and I will be honest, I don't know if I wrote him very well. I just wrote the version of him I have in my head! Either way, he's a comfort to me and I'm sure to a lot of people! So I wrote this because I needed it, and I hope you find this if you need it, too! Please enjoy <3
This is fluff! Should be safe for everyone! (Also made the reader GN) This is also meant to be very platonic- but if you would like to interpret it as romantic, feel free to do so! <3
Word count: 2257
AO3 link!
You sighed, stepping out of your dark room and into the Ministry halls. Your eyes began adjusting to the dim lighting while you started your journey quietly down the corridors. Having a difficult time sleeping was nothing new and the recurring nightmares never help. Even after a month as a sibling of sin, you still weren’t completely settled into the new environment or your living quarters. As an outcast of sorts among the siblings, you’ve yet to make any close friends thus far. But there is one person you have found comfort in, even if from a distance.
Cardinal Copia was Papa’s right hand man, seated at the head of the Clergy. Though he was awkward and always seemingly nervous, there was a calming aura around him that you picked up on the moment you saw him. Over the last month, you had shared a few words passing each other in the halls or after sermons. He remembered your name and face, and that was more than your fellow siblings had done. So that’s where you were, sneaking down the cold marble corridors in your nightgown to find his chambers.
It didn’t take long for you to reach his door and when you approached it, you carefully laid your ear on it to listen for any sign of life. Papers rustled on the other side and you assumed it was him doing some late night paperwork since he was such a hard worker. On the bright side, he was awake. You take a small breath and raise your fist to gently knock on the door. Inside, there was a screeching of chair legs dragging on the floor and a shuffling of feet moving hastily in your direction.
The door swung open carefully, and a pair of mismatched eyes you had only really seen from two feet or more away were looking at you with concern from just inches away. Suddenly, your nervousness had revealed itself to the both of you and you were finding it difficult to speak first. Copia had taken note of this and cleared his throat, taking initiative to start the conversation.
“Ah, sibling. Whatever are you doing here past curfew?” he asked softly, trying to make the conversation less intimidating. You looked away for a moment and then met his eyes again, giving him a small smile. “May I come in and speak with you? It’s a little chilly out here.” He nodded and opened his door wider, stepping to the side and motioning for you to come in. Most of the room was dark, but a lamp on his desk illuminated it enough for you to see large details. His walls were red and dark wood accents brushed across it. A carpeted floor rested beneath you and the scent of cinnamon was lingering in the air. Your eyes observed from one side of the room to the next a small couch, a coffee table, his large bed fit for a king, and his desk riddled with paperwork. In the far corner of the room, a cage with two rats asleep beside each other.
The door shut behind you and you turned to the Cardinal, him motioning you to sit down on the couch and him following suit, turning to face directly towards you. “What did you need, my dear?” he questioned again, taking your hands carefully. You inhaled, unsure really about what you wanted to say. It was easier to just tell him all of your thoughts. “I’m sorry to bother you, Cardinal,” you started as Copia shook his head slightly, “I just couldn’t sleep. To be honest with you, I haven’t had a good night of sleep since I moved here. You may not know it, but you are the person I know best so far, even though we don’t really know each other at all. Your presence gives me a strange sense of comfort,” you stopped talking to let out a breathy chuckle, feeling stupid for what you were saying.
Copia squeezed your hands in reassurance and understanding. “I completely understand where you’re coming from,” he said with a kind smile and you thought you could see a small blush form on his cheeks. You always loved how easily flustered and unconditionally kind he was. “If you would like, you can stay and talk with me while I finish my paperwork. Perhaps I can ease your mind, eh?” the skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you, making it almost impossible for you to smile back. “That would be lovely. Thank you, Cardinal.” you bowed your head slightly at him.
He stood, shaking his head again as he made his way back to his desk. “Please, call me Copia. Let us be friends.” The corners of your lips curled upwards as you spoke his name quietly, letting the sound of it familiarize itself on your tongue. “You say my name so sweetly,” he spoke from his desk and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You honestly didn’t think he heard you, but apparently you were wrong. Slightly embarrassing, but at least he was being kind about it. The two of you sat in silence while Copia continued to work. After around ten minutes, he spoke again.
“Is there a reason for your incapability to sleep? Are you afraid of the dark?” he questioned. You gave him a small laugh. “Well, a little. I have a lot of nightmares and when they wake me up, the darkness doesn’t help much. Especially since I’m in a new place, a new bedroom. I’m still not very used to living here.” You stared down and wring your hands nervously while you spoke. There wasn’t a reason to be ashamed, yet admitting that you were uneasy when all alone in the dark in front of your superior, a supposed beacon of darkness, was comically ironic in your eyes.
Copia gathered the papers flung across his desk and stacked them in a neat pile in the corner, standing and returning to where he previously sat beside you. “I see. Is there anything that helps you when you feel this way?” he asked, his eyes observing your face carefully. “To be honest with you, not much helps. I sleep when I haven’t slept for days and the exhaustion gets to me, or if someone is there with me,” you looked down when you spoke your last words, hoping he didn’t think you said that to suggest anything. He nodded in understanding and while he was thinking of his reply, you decided to clear your conscience with a small explanation.
“Uh, when I was growing up, I shared a room with one of my siblings. When I moved out, my roommate and I shared a room. I’ve never really slept alone until now,” you clarified, certain that he wouldn’t have thought much of it if you hadn’t over-explained yourself. Still, he gave you another understanding nod and a smile. “I understand how you feel, my dearest. I myself was not very used to sleeping in a room alone when I was promoted. Then I was given those little guys,” he points to the cage in the corner, “they helped me adjust and not feel as lonely. Perhaps we can make special arrangements to do something similar for you.”
“As lovely as that sounds, please don’t go out of your way for me, Copia. I’m sure this is temporary and will pass with time,” you try to assure him, although you yourself were not so convinced by what you were saying. He nods once again, and you could see his forehead wrinkle as he thought of something that could help you. His eyes became brighter as the idea struck him. “Ah,” he starts, “would you like to stay the night? With me, I mean. I can sleep on the couch if you would like, but perhaps company is what you need to be able to sleep.” Something within you was shocked he suggested this, but given his kind nature, it did make sense.
“I wouldn’t want to kick you out of your bed, Copia, but I really appreciate the offer,” you attempted to decline, trying to fight the idea that it would be nice to not sleep alone for once. You felt bad taking a man’s bed from him, even if it were offered. “I could sleep on the couch, though. I don’t mind,” you added, suggesting this as if you weren’t aware of how hard the furniture beneath you was and how you most certainly wouldn’t get any sleep on it. He shook his head, shooting down that idea.
“I could never make a guest sleep on this hard ass couch, respectfully,” he chuckled, smacking the seat a few times. You giggled, humored at the sudden non-formal tone he had let out. Looking back at his large bed, you stared at it a bit before turning back to him, making another suggestion. “Your bed is quite large, I’m sure we could both sleep on it comfortably without it being weird, if you are comfortable with that.” While his face screamed his concerns and hesitance, he tossed the idea around in his head for a minute, his face then softening into a satisfied expression. “I have no problems. If you are comfortable, that is.” he nods to you in his last words.
You nod your head, “yes, I am. I trust you, Copia. Like I said, you make me feel comfortable.” A sweet smile follows your sentence and his face turns a light shade of red as he smiles back, standing and reaching his hand out to you. You graciously take it and walk with him to the bed, stopping at the foot of it. “Ah, which side would you prefer?” he asked, looking over at you nervously. “It doesn’t matter to me, you can pick,” was your reply, watching him as he walked to turn the lamp off on his desk and make his way to the bed’s left side. You took your place on the right, laying down and facing the ceiling. The weight of the bed shifts as he lays in his spot, following suit and taking a position like yours.
Silence once again rested in the room and at one point, you had thought Copia fell asleep until he cleared his throat quietly and readjusted his hands to rest on his stomach. You turn your head to face him, whispering, “Copia? You alright?” He looked over at you, very obviously not alright. He still nodded. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. It just takes me a moment to fall asleep.” Copia began fidgeting with his hands, seemingly trying to find something to do with them. “Hey,” you say, rolling over to face him completely, “you can talk to me. I’m not going to judge you, I promise,” you reassured him the best you could.
Copia rolled over as well, giving in and letting you know what was wrong. “When I sleep at night, I have to hold something. Normally it’s one of my spare pillows, but I wanted you to be comfortable for the night so I gave them to you. I’ll be able to sleep eventually, don’t worry.” He tried to reassure you the best he could that he was fine without holding anything, but you could tell it was genuinely bothering him. You decided at that moment to place your full trust in Copia. You rolled to your opposite side, facing away from him and meeting nothing but pure darkness. While the dark scared you and your heart beat considerably faster when you were engulfed in it, you took calming breaths and reminded yourself that you weren’t alone.
“What are you doing, dear?” you heard Copia ask from behind you. “You can hold me,” you replied, your voice shaking slightly in fear of the void before you. “Are you sure? You seem frightened,” was his reply. “Yes, it’s not you that I’m scared of. It’s just really dark in your room.” Tears were beginning to pool in your eyes and your voice wavered as you spoke. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut only to be met with more darkness. Just when your tears were about to spill, a pair of arms softly wrapped around you and a sudden warmth engulfed your body.
A few tears managed to escape your eyes as you opened them again, taking a shaky breath in and glancing behind you at the man burying his face into the nape of your neck. You could tell the tension within him had disappeared the moment he held onto you, but the idea of holding a person instead of a pillow flustered him immensely. “Thank you,” he whispered into your neck, his breath tickling you. You shuddered slightly at the sensation and turned your head back around, no longer feeling the dread you felt looking into the dark room before. A smile found its way onto your face.
“No, thank you,” you said as you interlock your hands on the ones that rested on your stomach. You shut your eyes and relished in the moment you shared with Copia. You finally felt truly at peace for the first time in a while. “I think I may actually sleep tonight,” you told him. The warmth he radiated soothed your body and he nuzzled his head more into your neck. “Sleep well, dear,” he mumbled, already drifting off into sleep. You yawn as sleep sneaks up to you as well.
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