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lilspacewolfie · 4 months

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would it be possible to do a cardinal copia x reader first date but the day of the date copia ends up forgetting due to a stressful day, and expects them to be mad but ends up telling copia its ok and ends with them cuddling copia and making sure he gets a good night sleep.

Thank you for being my first request! I really hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it! <3

Content: 1.6k words, gn!reader, very little description to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, soft copia, failed date, sweet ending, just all around very soft and fluffy, no beta we die like nihil!

The little Italian place in town is quaint and surprisingly busy given its midweek. It’s a small hole in the wall, cramped but lively, with beautifully arched windows and candles dotting each table that give off a warm, intimate ambience.

Arranging a date with Copia had proven to be tougher than expected with both of your busy schedules. But when you managed to figure out the time, Copia had insisted on this place.

You arrived early—about thirty minutes to be exact, not wanting to be late for your first date. You’ve gotten all dressed up and probably spent a little more on a new outfit than is warranted for a first date, but you want to make a good impression.

There’s faint music playing above you, slow and swaying. You try not to think about how long you’ve been sitting there, growing increasingly more awkward as the minutes tick by. When you finally do give in and pull out your phone to check the time, you can’t help but feel a bit troubled. It’s close to seven. Anxiety rolls through you like a storm cloud and you swallow, debating on sending him a message. You had agreed to meet at six so you could eat, and then have enough time to take a casual stroll to the Ministry together. You had hoped to enjoy the spring air, but now that's starting to feel like a dream that sadly won't come true.

You slip your phone back into your pocket and lean on a fist, drumming your fingers anxiously atop the red and white check tablecloth. It’s probably nothing, he’s a busy man, after all. Maybe he just got held up with some last-minute things. So then why hasn’t he texted?

Copia is the last man you would expect to stand anyone up without reason, and you know he would alert you if he was running late. He’s sweet and thoughtful—you’ve been with him for long enough to gather that he’s one to commit a bit of self-flagellation when he thinks he’s messed up.

Around you, couples cosy up and laugh, sip wine together and indulge in the restaurant's luscious food that smells divine. Your jealous stomach growls and you swallow thickly when the waitress approaches you for the second time that evening. You can see on her face that she’s hesitant to ask if you’re ready to order, and there’s something akin to pity in her eyes. Not that you need it.

You’re staring at the rose in the little red vase on the table when she asks: “Are you ready to order?”

Maybe he isn’t coming. Maybe he forgot? No, no, that's a stupid thought. Even Copia would tell you that himself. You’re a priority to him.

An idea hits you.

“Actually,” you say, turning over your laminated menu, “I think I am.”

She smiles, pulling out a little flip book and a pen.

—

The Ministry is quiet when you make it back, carrying hot, precious cargo in a white paper bag. Your footfalls echo on the marble floor as you traverse the old halls, passing preserved paintings, stone statues of your Dark Lord and stained glass windows that bathe the halls in colour even at night.

You know where Copia’s office is located, near Imperators just down the hall, and so you make your way over. When you get there the hallway is darkened, but you see exactly what you expected. His door is closed and there’s a thin slither of light spilling from beneath onto the oak flooring. So, he has been held up.

When you knock, loud enough to be heard but receive no response, worry sits heavy in your chest. You knock again and wait, but still, there’s no response. Your gaze falls to the brass doorknob which you grasp and turn, the door creaking a bit when it’s open.

Inside is warm, the light from the beautiful Tiffany-styled lamp bathing the room in a cosy orange. His desk is at the far end in front of a massive arched window and there’s a stack of papers on his desk. When you do finally see him, you’re suddenly not vexed or hurt anymore. In fact, you have to bite your lip to keep from giggling.

Copia is snoring softly, slumped over his old desk with his pen still balanced in hand. He looks so peaceful that you don’t want to wake him, but you know his back and shoulders won’t be thanking him tomorrow if you don’t.

Carefully you close the door, tiptoe over to the front of his desk and set the paper takeaway bag on the chair. When you round to his side and get a good look at him, you bite your lip again and something uncoils in your chest. The black paint around his eyes is a bit smudged and his handsome face is picturesque, the wrinkles across his forehead softened by the light.

You touch his arm first, squeezing and rubbing his bicep through his red cassock. You rest your other hand on his wild, mousy brown hair that's sticking up and stroke it down gently.

“Copia?” You whisper, shaking him a bit.

He stirs, inhaling and stiffening before his mismatched eyes blink open. He’s awake in an instant, flustered and a bit out of it, and you step back to let him get his bearings.

“Amore?” He blinks at you a few times, forcing himself to sit up in his leather desk chair. He glances at the clock above the door, then at you, then back at your clothes and his shoulders slump. You watch the horror and recognition play across his face.

“Oh, cazzo,” he swears quietly, scrubbing a hand over his face, as he looks back up at you with big, glossy eyes. “Amore, perdonami, ti prego… I… Sister wanted me to finish some last minute things and I must’ve fallen asleep and—merda…” he says, anguished.

“Copia, shh, it’s okay,” you soothe, taking his face in your hands and stroking your thumbs across the hair of his sideburns. He leans into your hold, wide-eyed. You shake your head, smiling and he deflates, pressing one of his leather-clad hands to yours on his face.

“But you got all dressed up and—“

“It’s okay,” you say again and you think he might actually start crying, but you’re not about to let him catch the self-flagellation train tonight.

“I’m so sorry, amore,” he whispers again, sadly.

“Don’t apologise,” you chide gently, “you’re tired. It’s okay. I figured something was wrong when you didn’t show. Don’t be sorry, I know Imperator has been hard on you lately.”

He winces a bit, but you lean in and kiss him tenderly, soothing his hurt like balm on a stinging wound. He relents, stroking his thumb over your knuckles, and when you pull away he sighs. You know he’ll feel awful about this for a while, but at least you might be able to help him feel less bad.

“I brought takeout,” you flick your eyes to the paper bag, pulling back. Copia follows, taking one of your hands and you help pull him to his feet.

He groans, and winces again, muttering a few choice swears that make you giggle. When he looks you up and down with a new form of clarity that isn’t veiled by torment, his expression relaxes.

“Sei bellissima, amore mio.”

You lean in and press your mouth to his, brief and chaste and Copia hums, wrapping you up in his arms for a proper hug.

You take dinner back to his room, letting the relaxed atmosphere carry you both into its sweet lull.

You borrow one of Copia’s shirts and his many tracksuit bottoms to change into while he freshens up and scrubs the paint from his face. When you’re both done, you pop Bram Stroker’s Dracula on low in the background. You lounge together on his bed, munching on the takeout pasta and drinking the wine Copia had intended to give you at the restaurant. Every time he attempts to apologise for missing your date, you silence him with another sweet kiss that tastes of wine and creamy pasta sauce, watching him blush sweetly.

By the time you’re both finished, bellies full and thoroughly warmed from the wine, you’re both too exhausted and comfortable to move.

Copia’s flush to your side curled around you with his head on your shoulder while you play with his soft hair. You press the occasional kiss to his temple, smelling his zesty shower cream and the heady wine on his breath. You watch, quietly amused, as he tries to focus on the movie, blinking hard and forcing his eyes to stay open. You love it when he’s like this, vulnerable and sleep-warm. You don’t need a fancy restaurant. This is perfect.

“Sleep if you want,” you tell him, trailing your fingers lazily up and down his bicep.

“Are you sure?” He mutters guiltily, lifting his eyes to yours. There's still small flecks of black around his eyes that never seem to leave. He looks adorable and exhausted. You gently wipe away the smudge of black on the tip of his freckled nose.

“Of course,” you smile at him. “You had a long day, Satan knows you need it.”

Copia turns his face and kisses the skin of your collarbone, adjusting again before he settles. You tug the blanket that’s haphazardly thrown over you both further up his body and make sure he’s tucked in.

He’s asleep in mere moments, body growing heavy against your side, and the sound of his slow, laboured breaths mixes with the buzz of the movie as it slowly plays out.

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

#ask red #ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ao3 #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #cardinal copia fanfiction #papa copia #papa copia x reader #x reader

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redriotinggg · 5 months

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hi there! i really loved that post you made of Zosansopp getting together post-timeskip and Us, Coming Home To You was a fantastic fic- I was wondering if you had any more Zosansopp headcanons you might want to share?

Thanks so much!! I have so many thoughts about these three so thank you for giving me the excuse the share them!!!

First and foremost, Usopp is 100% the glue that keeps these three together. He helps Zoro and Sanji understand each other—how they each express their love, frustration, and sadness. In return, Sanji helps Zoro understand Usopp’s feelings of inadequacy and Zoro helps Sanji see that their sniper needs tough love sometimes, too.

They all love each other equally but Sanji and Zoro will happily say that Usopp is their favourite, and he uses that to his advantage. When Sanji’s annoying him, he cries that Zoro obviously loves him more, and vice versa. It works every time.

All of them are Mentally Ill™️ so they live in a constant state of telling each other to take care of themselves. They each take turns reminding the others to take a break and be selfish sometimes. Zoro gets Usopp (chronic overthinker) and Sanji (workaholic) to meditate, usually outdoors, somewhere quiet and peaceful. Sanji will prepare their favourite foods and provide reassurances. Usopp will hold them tight and distract them with stories.

More often than not, Sanji and Usopp stay up late to do their respective jobs. If he’s not on watch duty, Zoro will join them wherever they are to be in their company, even while he’s fast asleep. (If he is on watch duty, they join him where he is.)

Aside from battle, Zoro and Sanji are most in sync when they’re teaming up to get back at Usopp for his incessant pranks and the way he further instigates their petty arguments. You’d think he’d learn his lesson by now, but they know he just loves the attention.

After he pushes himself too hard in a fight, Usopp and Sanji pour all of their attention into Zoro. They treat him so gently—washing his hair, massaging tense muscles, and reassuring him that they’re safe and thanking him for protecting them. It’s just what he needs.

The stoic swordsman has no chance against the Romance Duo that is Sanji and Usopp. They’re both so good at acts and words of affection, even without trying. He does his best to reciprocate their affections in his own way.

As some of the few members of the crew who can swim, they often go swimming together for leisure, and often, competition.

NSFW: Sanji’s a bottom, Usopp’s verse to the max, and Zoro prefers to top but he bottoms sometimes. They switch roles a lot but their collective favourite is dom!Usopp.

I’ll leave it at that for now, before I end up staying up all night doing this, lmao. I have multiple WIPs for these three that I hope I’ll finish and share one day.

Thanks again for your ask (and your fantastic art and writing!) 💕

#zosansopp #sanuso #zosan #I CARE THEM SO MUCH #i wanna write about them now……#send me more asks please please!!!#ask red #zosopp

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apostatehobolife · 4 months

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OMG I have missed this blog so much! The Astarion crossover is going to be the best thing ever, I can feel it!

If it’s OK to ask…are you planning on opening your Redbubble shop again? I had always wanted to get something but never had the chance before.

It's good to be back! Thank you for being here still~

I was forced to remove all of my Redbubble stock due to some shady practices from the company 😔 AI related stuff, too.

At the moment I'm still looking for a similar place that I could use as a replacement for my store. Something that functions the same way since I have no means to make some of the stock myself, such as the mugs, which have always been the most popular item. If any of you have any leads about marketplace websites like that please let me know! I'll keep looking into it and if and when I manage to set up the apostatehobolife store once more I'll be sure to make an announcement post here <3

-Red

#ask the user #ask Red #mother-canuckin-geek #apostatehobolife merch

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like-red-lads · 1 year

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Opinion on ultimate honkai ship

(Squiggly lines = qpr)

If arrows indicate romantic ship then i would erase fuhua/hime and hua/sen. Other than that it's perfect 👍

P.S : can i interest you in some eden/mobi 👀

#also meh for elysia/mei #mobius/elysia/vill v as a qpr is an interesting take #basically i love them in any form of relationship #hi3 #ask red

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the-doll-in-red · 16 days

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so, after I saw the OMEGA!Red art I had to give it a go too! so here it is as an overworld sprite. (also he is HUGE compared to her normal overworld sprite I made ages ago, she's partially taller than Asgore!)

#Ask Red

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noblehcart · 8 months

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all my trek followers need to hop on the bandwagon and let me throw ki.m pos.sible timetraveling into the FAR FAR future. its SO fun.

#// ooc #ask red #ensnchekov #LET HER ASTOUND U PLS

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girl-inkling · 12 days

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"What in the Lord's name?!"

(Hello, this is my first AU blog! Please read what you can and cannot do before asking!)

The mod is a minor! And goes by She/her pronouns, that goes for Elise as well!

NSFW/Suggestive asks are not okay! The character I'm using is a minor!

Augsty/Serious asks are okay! This character is from an AU where people have mental illnesses, and some people die as well, so it's okay to ask those types of questions.

Asker magic is allowed! I think it's fun.

#elise liedl #ask elise #alternative universe #ask red

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theredheaded-stuff · 2 years

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Headcanon Ask:

Colin’s birthday has arrived so Jon, Maya, Kathy and Mar’i throws him a decent sized party while Chris and Jake handle the food. How do you think this goes down?

@paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 thanks for the ask!!

Sorry for not answering that fast

A drawing of our redhead

Since i think by purely headcanon that Colin born in Spring, they would decorate the party with some flowers decorations, mostly sunflowers who i suppose that are Colin favorite flowers.

Jon and Mar'i flying to put the taller decorations,Maya and Kathy filling balloons

About food?

Maybe Jake and Chris would ask help of the adults,but maybe not at first.

Fist they would try to do a chocolate cake and it would end up with a Very strange texture and not actually big no matter how many yeast they put (just like when i try to cook 🤣) but still with a lot of love in it.

And then finally asking both Alfred and Dick help with the cake, and them the cake would finally get nicely made to our tastes

Damian, Tai,Suren and Skylar probably was "distracting" Colin when the whole party was being prepared, maybe in a amusement park.

Colin won so many plushies! He literally was beaming amusement, And even when they got it I the party he keep smiling, after all he have wonderful friends didn't he?

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red-n-stuff · 1 year

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I am back and I am Looking Respectfully i swear. I love your list. I love these for sam and Darlin. Though belt buckle imprint got me screaming, there's a couple fun implications there but the idea that Darlin couldn't even wait-- xD kills me I hope sam teased them.

He definitely did, and you know what they say; you mess with the bull and you get the horns. And in this case, a pent up Darlin means the belt stays ON and they are getting what they want and it’s right NOW.

#redacted asmr #redacted #shaw pack #redacted darlin #redacted sam #ask red #grown up table #spicy

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heckinconfusedparade · 1 year

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If any of you want, you can ask me things about myself in the ask box to get to know me a lil better.

Just don’t be weird or ask things too personal like my age, real name, or where I live!

If you send something and I don’t answer, don’t take it too personally.

#ask red

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riisume · 3 months

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Hi, um. I don’t want to pry and he doesn’t have to answer if he isn’t comfy with it, but does Nebo have any spots he does like being tickled? Sorry to bother, I love your art!

I hope that answers your questions! ^_^ I'm sure Nebo enjoyed this one... Even if he says otherwise, eheh.

And thank you so much! 🥺 We always appreciate the asks we get, hehe! ♥️

#ask red #my art #my ocs #oc ask #nebo #red #furry #furry art

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lilspacewolfie · 2 months

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please can i get copiiia or your lucifer devil terzo with edging & bondage & a ruined orgasm if you want to be awful to the cardinal 🥺💦 👅

A Little Mercy

Ohohoo nonny you opened a can of worms with this one! I'm not sure if this counts as a ruined, but I did my best. I also tried my hand at regular, very normal human Terzo today. I hope you like it <3

Content: 1.4k words, Terzo x Copia, NSFW, MDNI, SMUT, sexual content, soft dom terzo, body worship, light-bondage, blow-jobs, teasing, blindfolds, edging, no beta we die like nihil!

“You’re so quiet, amore,” Terzo purrs from behind him, hot breath ghosting across the shell of Copia’s left ear.

Copia blinks rapidly, his eyes refocusing on Papa’s beautiful bed that’s had the pillows fluffed and the restraints lashed around the baroque headboard. When he’s back in the present, shrugging his shoulders into Terzo’s waiting hands so that the heaviest layer of his cassock can slip free, it's a little difficult not to feel self-aware.

Terzo steps into view, mid-process of folding the cassock neatly as he walks towards the foot of the bed. Copia watches the way he moves, bare hands, coat-less and oh-so-beautiful that at times he can't believe his luck. Terzo sets the cassock on the plush ottoman at the end of his bed. He then turns to approach Copia again, a tender hand rising to cup his face. Copia melts into the palm against his cheek with a sigh and a flutter of his lashes.

“I can see that you’re overthinking,” Terzo strokes a thumb over his sideburns, mismatched eyes searching his face. “We don’t have to if you are having second thoughts, sì? And I remind you again, that you can stop this at any time.”

“Sì, I know. Please,” Copia tips his head into Terzo’s hold, feeling him and breathing him in. “I want this.”

“As long as you are sure?”

“Sì. Ti prego.”

Copia watches the corner of Terzo’s mouth twitch up as those wonderfully bare fingers slowly descend, following the curve of his jaw and down his neck to the collar of his undershirt. Copia leans in for another lush kiss that he can't help but moan softly into, a hand seeking the front of Terzo’s own partially unbuttoned vestment. His pulse hammers in his throat and he bites down a whine when Terzo pulls back, his paint a touch more smeared and the centre of his mouth a bare, blushing pink. His hand curves around the back of Copia’s neck, thumb swiping over his pulse point.

“Let me take care of you, Copia, sì? Let me make you feel good.”

When Copia nods, the smile on Terzo's face spreads in a slow, alluring display that ends with sharp teeth. He leans in again, pressing a reassuring kiss between his brows.

—

“Look at you trying so hard to keep yourself composed,” Terzo says from where he’s propped up between Copia’s thighs, watching him tremble. It's all Terzo—all tease and a wicked tongue.

Copia swallows the thick lump in his throat, the purple blindfold that Terzo had tied around his eyes some time ago now having slipped down to reveal his normal brown eye. His arms are pulling in his restraints and his entire body feels strung tight from his head to his toes. They both watch the way his cock jumps against his belly, ruddy and flushed and aching to be touched.

“Ti prego, Papa. Ti pre—”

Copia chokes and arches when Terzo takes him in a loose wet fist, nearly sobbing when he doesn’t move his hand. A little bead of precum wells at the tip, dripping down the swollen head.

”My dear, sweet Cardinal,” Terzo hums, his other hand petting over the muscle of Copia’s hairy thigh, staring openly at his flushed face and the trail of reddened bites all the way down his chest and stomach. “You look so lovely. You will let me know when you are close again, sì?”

Copia turns his face, trying to get his breathing under control. His chest is rising and falling with deep breaths and his blood is singing throughout his body. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take of this sweet torture. The answer sounds something like ‘as much as Terzo will give him’. The sheets are sticking to his skin, he’s burning hot with the unrelenting desire to roll his hips that’s building in his groin. When Terzo finally does start to pulse his hand in a little tight circle from the base of his cock all the way to the head, Copia goes slack. His head thumps against the headboard on a whimper.

“P-Papa…” it’s barely above a whisper. He lets out a throaty, anguished sound when Terzo stops and removes his hand altogether.

“What was that? I didn’t hear an answer, Cardinal?”

Copia’s head lulls back in the direction of Terzo, a bead of sweat running down his nose.

“Please. I will. I will. I promise. Ti prego…”

Briefly Terzo sits up in a kneel and reaches forwards to tug the purple silk from his head, stroking his fingers across his sweaty forehead and cheek. He pushes some of Copia’s hair back and Copia chases the touch, completely at his mercy. If Terzo decides to leave him right now he would be satisfied, yet the sweet smile on Papa’s face says otherwise.

“Remember, Cardinal,” Terzo warns, his face and voice revealing nothing more about his composure, unlike the obvious dark flush that spreads all the way down his neck and chest. Copia can see the obvious bulge in his trousers, and he dimly wonders if Terzo was serious about tonight just being about him.

Any coherent thought leaves his head when Terzo situates himself between his thighs and takes him in hand again. He moans, surprising himself at the intensity of the reaction. But he’s so sensitive, so strung tight that any sort of touch makes him burn and feel like he’s falling apart. He stares openly at Terzo’s face, bleary eyes drinking in the sight of his Papa—his paint smeared and all the skin starting to show beneath, pink lips glistening with spit and slick and Copia thinks he might actually die.

His thighs go tight when Terzo presses a hand to the soft pudge of his belly, pets tenderly, and then takes him into his hot, wet mouth. He presses all the way down, nose flush with Copia’s belly before he pulls off. He does it again, lathering him, eyes holding Copia’s as he does so.

The noise Copia releases is almost animal, nails biting into his palm and arm pulling hard at the restraints around his wrists. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been at this game or how long his aching arms have been tied up now, but what he does know is he’s going to cum. The need rolls through him, starting deep near his spine and he can’t do anything more than watch his cock disappear into Terzo’s mouth.

“Terzo,” He manages to gasp all high and breathy, writhing as release begins to pulsate through him. Tears blur his eyes and he sobs. “T-Terzo. I… Cumming. I-I’m cumming—”

Just as the heat of orgasm washes through him and his cock kicks, at the very last calculated second Terzo pulls away completely.

He’s sure Terzo’s speaking to him, but Copia hears nothing over his own cry out as he paints his chest and soft belly, frustration and discomfort arcing through him in tandem with the bliss of release. He shakes with the force of it, his eyes that had squeezed shut eventually tearing open back. He watches his cock twitch and jump, milky white dribbling onto his skin with a few, weak pulses over his navel. He moans with it, whimpering and whining.

The emotional release soon follows quickly on its heels, biting at him and stinging in a way he’s not fully prepared for. His breathing hitches and his eyes start to spill hot down his cheeks.

When he’s released, his arms flopping against the bed and he’s pulled into an embrace by Terzo, Copia lets go and cries.

“Shh, shh,” Papa whispers, petting his sweaty ashen hair back from his forehead. “That’s it, I have you amore. I have you. Just let it out.”

His arms are deadweight and tingly, but eventually, he returns the embrace, half-curled into Terzo’s chest. Terzo doesn’t let go of him—he’s all hushed words and careful touches once he’s stopped shaking for the most part. Copia quivers at the sensation of Papa’s fingers running lightly up and down his arms in a slow rhythm; a pass down his arm, circling back around up over his freckled shoulders, all while the other keeps petting through his hair. He focuses on it, listening to Terzo’s careful instructions on slowing his breathing.

“How do you feel?” Terzo finally asks once his sobs have dampened to quiet sniffles. His breath is cool against Copia’s burning skin.

“Good,” Copia sniffles softly, voice hoarse. “That felt… amazing. Grazie, amore mio.”

“I’m glad. I’m so glad.” Terzo kisses his forehead, between his brows, cradling him close. “When you feel ready and if you can move, will you let me help you shower?”

Copia presses closer and nuzzles beneath Terzo’s chin with a heavy, gratified sigh. He winces at the sensation of release cooling on his skin, cringing when his senses start to return to something normal. He nods, humming.

“Sì, I would like that.”

masterlist ⛧ Ao3

#ask red #ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #terzo #papa emeritus iii #copiiia #canon x canon #cardinal copia x papa emeritus iii #alternate universes

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