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Squeeze

Terzo X Omega - Dark Cardiophilia

Warnings/disclaimers: dark cardiophilia, fluff-ish, arguing, near death experience, heart failure, arithmetic heartbeat, demonic magic induced injury, Google Translate Italian for one phrase.

Word count: 800+

///Author’s note

I finally got it written!!! It’s short, and probably undeserving of a banner that took too much effort to make, but I wanted to scrub off the rust and get back into the swing of things. I’m gonna be adding a tag list to my fics from now on, so be sure to let me know if you want on!

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The room was dark, the only light being the flicker of the TV displaying a horror film with Terzo scooted as close to Omega as he could, the mortal being curled up into the demon’s side. Omega enjoyed this closeness though, wrapping an arm around Terzo to keep him cozy. Despite the volume of the TV not being turned down low and Omega not having his ear pressed against Terzo's chest, he could still hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, occasionally quickening in response to the suspenseful moments in the movie.

Unable to resist the urge, Omega slid his hand down to Terzo’s chest, feeling the gentle, rhythmic beat of his heart against his palm, which made Terzo smile and lean closer to him. Despite his best efforts to concentrate on the movie playing in front of them, something about Terzo’s heart in that moment kept drawing his attention away. A sort of curiosity was nagging at him.

Ever since he was summoned and his natural talents for healing and caretaking were discovered, he found himself dedicating most of his spare time in The Ministry’s infirmary whenever he wasn’t with Ghost or alone with Terzo. The infirmary became a sort of sanctuary, a place where he could learn about the intricacies of the human body and its many ailments. However, amidst all the knowledge he was gaining, there were curiosities that lingered in his thoughts, and one of those questions kept pushing itself to the forefront of his mind. What happened if a heart was squeezed?

He tried to push this thought away once more. He would never test such a thing on his partner of all people. He would rather be sent to the ruthless hounds of Hell than to purposely hurt Terzo to answer such a ridiculous question… But at the same time, he also wanted to know how exactly Terzo’s heart specifically would react to such a thing. As he thought over this dilemma, his mind was clouded with conflict. On one hand, he felt a sense of guilt for even considering such a cruel experiment. On the other hand, curiosity gnawed at him, and whatever damage was done to his heart, he could always reverse it.

A purple light in the corner of Terzo's eye caught his attention, forcing his eyes away from the TV to look in the light's direction. Omega's hand was in a grasping position, aglow like ignited hand sanitizer. As Terzo's gaze lingered on the mysterious light, his lips parted to question Omega, but all that escaped was a wince. As Omega’s talons closed, a tightness formed in Terzo’s chest and a sharp pain began to shoot through his jaw and arm. As he felt his heart begin to stumble, his eyes widened, realizing now what Omega was doing. The sound of his pounding heart filled the room, drowning out all other noise as fear and confusion clouded his mind.

“O…Omega..!” Terzo gasped out, clutching at his chest and watching helplessly as Omega's claws tightened their grip around his heart, slowly squeezing it with his demonic powers, “Omega, s—stop!” He leaned against the ghoul, the pain and his failing heart causing his consciousness to wane.

And at once, Omega did, letting go of Terzo's heart and placing his large hand on the mortal's chest, taking in the pain he had inflicted. His own heart started to falter and ache now as he absorbed the injuries that had once belonged to Terzo.

Terzo closed his eyes, tilting his head back as he took in several deep breaths, trying to regulate his heart and his nerves before his eyes shot open, his head jerking to face his partner, glaring at him. “Tu... Tu fottuto idiota!” He exclaimed, “Wh—What the hell came over you?! You almost… you could have fucking killed me!”

Omega, who more than expected this reaction from Terzo, sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, and I’m sorry.”

“Why did you do that?” Terzo pressed his hand to his chest, as if trying to reassure himself that his heart was still beating.

Omega shrugged. “I was curious.”

“…You were curious.” Terzo repeated as he blinked at the demon, as stunned as he was furious. “You tried to kill me just to satisfy some curiosity?!”

“I mean,” Omega exhaled, pausing to choose his his words, “I wasn’t trying to kill you—“

Terzo glared at the ghoul, his white eye bearing a more intense coldness than it normally did, which made Omega cower just slightly.

“…I—I, uh… I wasn’t gonna push you that far. I was gonna stop before you reached that point. And I did.” Omega stammered, averting his gaze from Terzo’s.

Terzo huffed, shaking his head slightly as he curled back up with the demon, snuggling up against him. “Just… warn me next time you try something stupid like that.” He grumbled, “And look, I've missed a part of the movie because of you!” He complained, which forced a small chuckle from Omega as he pulled Terzo close.

“Want me to rewind it?” Omega offered, nuzzling his nose against the top of Terzo’s head.

“No, I’ll figure out what I missed later.” Terzo settled back into Omega’s hold as the ghoul draped his arm around him. Omega turned his attention back to the TV, feeling content at last even though his heart still throbbed and ached with an unsettling rhythm. He hoped that the discomfort would pass soon…

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The Kiss Of Life is my favorite. I’m just a sucker for angst then comfort fics and that one really tickles my brain the right way

— RcRd

Oh, that's so nice to know 💓 I feel like we don't get enough Terzo resurrection fics with heart scenes...

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Terzo's Gift

Terzo X Omega - Fluff

Warnings/disclaimers: Just diabetes-inducing soft cardiophilia

Word Count: 444

///Author's note

Happy holidays! I wanted to do something bigger, but if you follow my main, you'll know why that didn't happen, but I wanted to at least get something out, so here's this! It's short, but I hope it's enjoyable nonetheless.

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The night was wrapped in a gentle quietude, accompanied only by Terzo and Omega's breathing, the soft murmurs of snow against the windowpane, and the steady, reassuring beat of Omega's heart pressed against Terzo's ear.

Omega had long surrendered to slumber, nestled in a peaceful reverie, but Terzo lingered in wakefulness. It wasn't that he wrestled with sleep; rather, he deliberately chose not to sleep. He opted to remain conscious, finding solace in the simple act of observing his beloved as he slept. Of all gifts and gestures of appreciation bestowed upon him that Christmas day, the most precious gift, in his opinion, was Omega and the boundless affection they shared—however cliché it might sound.

Terzo's tender gaze lingered upon the ghoul's exposed chest, his eyes tracing the rhythmic rise and fall of Omega's breathing. The ethereal cadence of Omega's heart pulsed steadily beneath the veil of his skin, an inviting reassurance to Terzo's searching eyes. With a sense of admiration, Terzo extended his hand, delicately resting it over the point where Omega's heartbeat throbbed against his palm. There, he felt the gentle, reassuring thumping that echoed Omega's life force.

His touch became a caress, a tender, affectionate gesture that spoke volumes of his adoration. Fingertips traversed the area, gliding lovingly over the rhythm, tenderly acknowledging the life that surged beneath the surface. Eventually, the delicate trail of his touch was replaced by the warmth of his lips, which sought out the very spot where Omega's heart beat its steady rhythm. With the softest of kisses, Terzo honored the essence of Omega's life, a silent yet profound testament to the depth of his love and connection with the ghoul.

In the serene silence of their sanctuary, Omega continued to lay in peaceful slumber, his rest undisturbed by the gentle ministrations of Terzo's tender affections. The room held an aura of tranquility as the two lay together, their heartbeats converging in a rhythm that seemed to echo the profound bond between them. Terzo, engrossed in the mesmerizing synchrony of their heartbeats, savored the moments when their pulses seemed to meld into one harmonious cadence, a symbol of their deep connection and unity.

After basking in this shared rhythm for several minutes, Terzo, recognizing the call of drowsiness and the serene intimacy of the moment, yielded to the inevitable embrace of sleep. He nestled himself closer to Omega, seeking solace and warmth in the presence of the demon he cherished as his complement, his confidant, and his other half. In the silent embrace of the night, their intertwined heartbeats continued to resonate, a silent serenade that echoed their profound connection even in the realm of dreams.

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Wait

Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Disclaimers: ⚠️🔞Very NSFW, MINORS DNI🔞⚠️, dom!Cardi being an asshole, fingering, masterbation, edging—recieving, cardiophilia, praise kink—receiving, words like clit, pussy and cunt are used because I don't have any non-cringe euphemisms for anatomy, hints of an established relationship maybe?? Maybe just hints of previous sexy times?? It's up to you, Google Translate Italian is used but not much, it's just used for short phrases.

Word count: 1,234 I love when numbers organize themselves like this

You're called to Copia's office to discuss some important matters, but he had something additional in mind.

//Author's note

Holy shit, my first NSFW fic here, and the first smut fic I've ever finished and didn't nope out of! Criticism and pointers for this is very appreciated. It was somewhat difficult to write, due to mental health shit, but I think the end result was okay. Definitely gonna hibernate a bit from writing smut until I'm fully comfortable and confident with it. 😮‍💨

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First thing you knew, you were called into Copia's office, the cardinal saying he needed you for a very important discussion involving upcoming fundraiser plans and budgeting, and how much of the ghouls' allowance needed to be cut to make the whole ordeal possible. Then, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting on the Cardinal's lap, your legs spread and your back being supported against his chest, stripped of your clothes and touching yourself—Though, you wished it was him who was touching you,—and the chest piece of a stethoscope pressed against your chest as he listened intently to every skipped beat and flutter of your heart.

The deeper you pressed your fingers into yourself and the more you circled a finger around your clit, the closer you reached to your first orgasm. You voiced it with your quickened breaths and soft whimpers, melting against him as you felt your walls clench and tighten around your fingers. "C–Copia," You softly uttered, "I'm... I'm getting close...!" You moaned breathlessly while your head tipped back against, resting on Copia's shoulder.

"Stop." He commanded lightly, his free hand stilling your arm and pulling it away, causing a tinge of disappointment to wash over you. "But—" You tried to protest, but your words fizzled into a whine.

You were just so close to that peak!

"Wait." Copia whispered, his carrying a melodic quality, almost singsong-y. He moved the steth's resonator around your chest, ensuring each movement was precise. He smiled with satisfaction as he felt your heart pound rhythmically against the chest piece, even taking note that he could almost see your heart beating through your ribcage. You felt him hard and throbbing against your lower back.

You waited, and you waited, wanting him to give you the okay to continue, but it never came, and you felt everything you built up slowly fade away, meaning you would have to start all over again. Getting impatient, you attempted to touch yourself once more, only to have your hand abruptly and firmly restrained. In a low, commanding tone, he whispered into your ear, his voice possessing a sharpness akin to that of a knife. "I said wait." He growled.

You sigh, obeying him albeit with reluctance, putting your arm to your side and allowing your hand to feel the shape of his hip and thigh while it rested there. You can feel the warmth of his body against your own seeping through the fabric of his vibrant red attire and gently caressing your own.

Soon, he began placing tender, yet searing kisses to your neck, his moustache feeling just a little ticklish against your skin. As he did so, his stethoscope rested firmly beneath your left breast, and his free hand rubbing between your hip and pubic bone, searching for your pulse to feel.

You couldn't help but whimper once more, his touches teasing you, making you crave that release more and more as your core ached and burned, rising in intensity. Your breath caught in your throat, feeling his warm tongue against your neck as it trailed a path from your collarbone to your jaw, where it culminated into another kiss.

"Cardinal, please!" You nearly whimpered with desperation, "I need this!" He chuckled, "You may start again, slowly." His voice rumbled against your ear, his breath hot.

And with his permission, you began again, stroking yourself slowly and steadily, once and a while being scolded when your pace was too hasty. The hand that wasn't using the stethoscope traveled up and down your body, feeling every curve and edge, from the supple curvature of your thighs to the curvature of your hips, his hand stopping at your breasts, his fingers momentarily fumbling over your nipple. "Brava ragazza..." his voice muttered breathlessly against the crook of your neck, "You're being so good for your Copia..." He praised, which caused an excited flutter in your heart, which he observed with his stethoscope with apparent delight.

Steadily, you began to build back up what you had lost, but it was taking far too long with the sluggish pace he made you take. It was agonizing, causing an almost unbearable ache in your core

Using his teeth, Copia carefully removed his glove and set it aside meticulously before pulling your hand away from your cunt. You huffed and were almost going to complain before you completely melted once more, feeling his warm fingers gently massage your clit in a precise 'V' shape before slipping lower, inserting them inside your pussy with a small chuckle, "Così bagnata..." He pointed out with a rather devilish grin, making you squirm in his lap with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

He played with you for several seconds, slowly pushing you so close again to your peak. "Yes... Fuck..." You panted, your eyelids fluttering shut as you tilted your head back again, the muscles in your lower abdomen begining to twitch and pulse once more, your pleasure increasing.

Yet again, and much to your disappointment, he stopped and pulled his hand away, forcing an involuntary whine out of your throat. "Cardinal!" You huffed, "Please, stop teasing me like this!"

His stethoscope moved above your left breast, resting there. "You're so needy tonight," Copia hummed, licking the slick from his fingers, tasting you, "Let me play with you, just for a little longer, Cara." His tone was sweet, almost too sweet, "You'll let your Cardi toy with that pretty little heart just a little while longer, will you, dolcezza?" He whispered, his teeth grazing lightly at your jaw, his lips savoring the taste of your salty sweat.

With reluctance, you nod, exhaling shakily and deeply.

This went on for what felt like an eternity. Copia would skillfully bring you so tantalizingly close to orgasm, then stop, listening to how your heart quickened and pounded, then slow down as he stopped playing with your moistened folds and your dripping cunt. The room resonated with your labored breathing and your own voice as you begged and pleaded for him to let you climax, but it was fruitless.

Though now, as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release, you expected him to stop again, but he kept going without pause, much to your pleasant surprise. Your legs trembled as you inched close to the brink of bliss, whining when you felt him slow his fingers significantly, stalling you, though thankfully he didn't stop completely, just teasing you. At last, with a cry and your vision becoming obscured with static, bucking your hips against his fingers as you did so, the cardinal allowing you to not only orgasm, but cum into his hand, the white fluid dripping onto his red garment.

Withdrawing his hand and setting the stethoscope aside, he traded it for his palm, pressing it firmly against your chest to feel your pulse as he held you tightly, shushing you softly as you came down from your high. He kissed you softly on the temple. "Are you alright, amore?" He whispered, kissing your cheek.

You nod, though you were clearly exhausted now, and he chuckled, proud of himself. "After I clean you up, do you want me to hold you?" He asked, giving your body a gentle squeeze. You smiled up at him, "Please." You replied breathless. You rest your head against his chest now, listening to his heart.

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Solace

Secondo x GN!Reader

Warnings/Disclaimers: Some very slight, soft cardiophilia.

Word count: 275

You and Secondo decide to sleep together, the both of you finding tranquillity in each other's arms.

//Author's note

This is a really short one, but I'm gay with gay thoughts and I needed to get this out here ;;

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The soft silver rays of the moon leaked through the blinds, casting subtle shadows in the dark room. You laid there in the warmth of the bed as you watched Secondo sleep peacefully beside you, watching his chest slowly rise and fall, admiring how his usual resting bitch face had softened in his sleep.

There was something about him that was captivating to you, and like a magnet, your hand gravitated towards his face. Your fingers lightly traced over the deep lines of his features and the shape of his jaw. He stirred somewhat at your touch, but not enough to fully awake. Though, he felt your presence. He shifted, pulling you into his arms, your head being guided to rest against his chest, his slow, steady heart beating against your ear, acting as a sort of lullaby.

Within hours, you fell asleep too, though you couldn't remember when exactly you submitted to slumber. The warm, yellow rays of the sun now softly illuminated the room, and you were still in Secondo's arms. Sensing that you were awake, he ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Did you sleep well, amore?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. You nodded with a lazy smile, sighing as you nuzzled your face against his chest. He held you tighter, neither one of you feeling bothered to leave the comfort of the bed nor one another's arms. If anyone needed either of you, they'd have to physical separate you, you thought with a smile. You yawned, contemplating sleeping in with Secondo for just a few more minutes.

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Just A Check-up

Hema (OC)

Warnings/disclaimers: EKGs, OC and an unnamed character, implied anxiety and stress, chest pains and palpitations

Word count: 600+

Hema finds himself getting anxious about chest pains and a rapid, pounding heart, so he decides to get it checked out. He's okay, don't worry.

//Author's note

Just something I wanted to write down about my blorbo. My silly guy. I need to start making more content for him, since he's the perfect candidate for these kinds of writings

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Hema shuddered, the cold air of the infirmary chilling his bare torso as he laid back on a rather stiff stretcher, shifting a bit to get comfortable on it after having his heart listened to by the sister of sin who worked the nurse duties in the infirmary. A familiar face in an all too familiar place.

He was far more than just familiar with the Ministry's infirmary, his given vessel being weak upon his summoning resulting in the plague ghoul making frequent, almost daily, visits for tests and diagnosis for whatever disease or abnormality decided to show itself that day. This test was no different.

He twitched slightly, the sticky gel for electrodes against his skin chilling him further. "Ain't there no way you could warm these up before stickin' 'em on me?" Hema complained with his noticeable Southern drawl.

"Are you going to whine the whole time, or do you want to find out why you're experiencing these chest pains and palpitations?" The sister of sin raised her brow at the ghoul, glaring playfully at him while feigning annoyance.

"Well, I just figured that since I'm a regular visitor I should have some kinda special treatment here." He folded his arms behind his head, which earned him a couple of light jabs to the ribs, making the ghoul jolt and swiftly clamp his elbows to his sides.

"And with how frequent you visit, I'm surprised you haven't learned to keep your arms down at your sides for these types of tests." She scolded.

"Right, right. Sorry." Hema chuckled bashfully.

The nun began gathering the electrodes, which were tangled like webs, sorting them out and placing them where they should go on Hema's body. Soon, the machine did its magic, showing all the peaks and valleys of the demon's heartbeat and printing it all out. They seemed normal. A steady rhythm with no skips or stumbles. There was one issue, however. It was just a little fast for a ghoul of his size. The nun hummed thoughtfully at the paper.

"What? What's it showin'?" Hema leaned up a bit to face her.

She said nothing, setting the paper aside to remove the electrodes from Hema's body, the ghoul wincing whenever the gel tugged at his body hair. "Am I okay?"

"Well," the dark nun began, "It appears normal for the most part, but it's not your usual rhythm." She explained, "Your heart sounded perfectly clear when I listened to it, which leads me to believe there's really nothing wrong with your heart at all. Have you had any caffeine?"

"No, ma'am. It makes me too jittery." He replied truthfully.

"Have you been nervous about anything or stressed out?"

Hema thought hard, his brows furrowing as he looked to the side. "I dunno what I would be stressed about. I mean, this tour is over now, so I shouldn't be stressin' out or nervous 'bought anything."

"Stressors tend to linger, even if you don't think it's there." She turned to a desk, writing something down on a sticky note and handing it to him. "Give this to Papa so he'll know to leave you be for a while. Rest up, drink some chamomile or lavender, chill out for a bit."

Hema glanced over the note before looking to the sister of sin, nodding at her and giving her a soft smile, "Appreciate it." He stood up from the stretcher, stretching, "Hopefully I won't need to bother you again today."

"Hey, you're not a bother." She patted his arm, "I'm here to help you when you need it."

Hema smiled a little wider, "Thanks."

After sending the note off to Papa Emeritus, he did as instructed. He decided to make himself a calming tea and curl up in his den, watching TV and sipping the warm drink. He already felt a little better.

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Could I request some Cardinal Copia with GN reader where reader listens to his heartbeat? Preferably fluff but a little smut is okay.

GN!Reader x Cardinal Copia

Disclaimers/Warnings: Nothing, I don't think, except for Copia's bare upper body.

Word count: 721

You and Copia finally have a moment to breathe, and you take that moment to explore him. Specifically, his heart.

//Author's note

Aaaaaaaa sorry for taking so long to write this and if the ending is too abrupt. I had some extreme ass writer's block and I couldn't figure out a proper way to end it. I hope you enjoy nonetheless, anon. ;;

"Hold still, will you?" You laugh softly as Copia twitched away from the resonator of your steth. "I'm sorry!" The cardinal huffed before relaxing again, "It's cold!" He rubbed over his sternum to warm up the chilled area.

"It will warm up in a second." You roll your eyes playfully at him as you place the resonator against his bare chest once more, this time he seemed less shocked by the chill of the instrument. You smiled as you listened to the strong rhythm of his heart and how it quickened as he watched your eyes scan over his body, admiring the soft curves of his slightly pudgy stomach to the sparse hair on his chest. You could almost feel his heart beat against the chest piece of your steth. "Can you take some deep breaths, love? Your heart sounds like it's going to explode!" You tease with a snicker.

Copia chuckled, a bashful blush on his cheeks at your attentive gaze. "That wouldn't be too ideal, would it?" He spoke before doing as he was instructed, taking in slow deep breaths to steady his heart. As you continued to listen, the closeness between you and the Cardinal created an undeniable intimacy, and you find yourself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady 'thump-thump, thump-thump' of his heart echoing in your ears.

"You know," Copia began, "It isn't every day I find someone so dedicated to listening to my heart," He said, his voice soft and warm, "But I just admit, there's something oddly comforting about it... Almost like an ancient ritual that brings us closer."

As you looked up, you and Copia locked eyes, a blush of your own forming on your cheeks at his soft, adoring gaze. Though, you smiled at his words, captivated by the vulnerability in his voice. "It's an ancient ritual, indeed," you replied softly, "A way to connect with someone on a deeper level, to feel their essence and understand their life force. Besides, I find it incredibly comforting to hear the rhythm of someone's heart— it's a reminder of our shared humanity and the beauty of being alive."

Copia's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and he looked away for a moment, seemingly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment. But when he turned his gaze back to you, there was a genuine appreciation shining in his eyes. "You have a unique way of looking at things," he said, his voice tinged with awe, "and I find myself drawn to that."

You gently removed the stethoscope, placing it aside, and reached out to rest your hand on his chest, feeling the gentle thump of his heart beneath your palm. "Your heart is strong," you remarked, "both physically and metaphorically. It's no wonder your presence commands attention."

Copia looked away again, his pulse quickening again. "You always have a way with words..." He murmured, chuckling softly. "I never thought my heart would hold such fascination for someone." He shrugged, "But, I feel very grateful for this moment."

"Have a heart worth exploring, love." You caressed his chest, "And I am honored you let me in."

Copia sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbows as one of his hands reached forward to caress your cheek. "Thank you... For making me feel special."

Without realizing it, you found yourself just inches away from his lips, with Copia being the one to close that space, the cardinal pressing a slow, tender kiss upon your lips, which you eagerly accepted. That kiss lingered for what felt like a blissful eternity, both of you hesitantly pulling away from one another to breath, gasping softly for air.

"I... Never expected this to happen." You chuckle with embarrassment. "Me either." Copia responded with a chuckle of his own as he slowly buttoned up his black undershirt, followed by the buttons of his red cassock. "But I'm glad it happened. Maybe you should give me regular check-ups then?" He smirked with a wink.

You chuckled, stuffing your stethoscope back into your bag. "I'll try to work something out."

After bidding your farewells, you left Copia's room with a sigh, the noises of the halls sounding dull now compared to the Cardinal's heartbeat. Though, you were hopeful, eager for the next time you'd hear it again.

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Heeee hee hee hoo

*drops this draft leak before I fall asleep*

Ha heeeeeeeee

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Goner

Copia x GN!Reader - Comfort angst

Warnings/Disclaimers: This could be read as Papa Copia or [RHRN Spoilers], heart attack aftermath, hospitalization, established relationship.

Word count: 700+

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I know I said I would make a banner for this, but work has been heavily sapping away my energy so I can’t make art the way I want to, but I will make the art for it and publish it separately whenever I can. I hope you all enjoy this though!

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It was unexpected and frightening. You, Copia, and the ghouls were together, laughing, joking, celebrating his promotion, then it happened. But, looking back, it wasn't completely unexpected. Copia complained about some chest pain earlier that day that both of you shrugged off as just stress and maybe too much caffeine. A warning sign you both didn’t pay attention to. As Copia sat there, his chest constricting with pain, the relentless throb of his heart drowning out all other sounds as he gripped your hand, the wait for the ambulance felt excruciatingly long. Yet, eventually, the shrill sound of sirens pierced through the silence, signaling the arrival of the medical help he so desperately needed.

That was yesterday. Now, with a bouquet of scarlet roses in your trembling hand, you made your way through the stark, sterile corridors of the hospital, following the signs that led you to Copia's room. With a mixture of anticipation and dread, you pushed open the door, uncertain of what you would find inside—fearing the worst after what happened.

When you opened the door, there he was, lying peacefully on the hospital bed, surrounded by get-well cards and flowers from the ghouls and other Clergy members that visited him before you did. A faint smile graced his lips as he looked up at you with grateful eyes, putting away one of the cards he was reading. When he noticed your expression, his own softened. He sat more upright, silently beckoning you in.

You carefully shut the door behind you as you entered, setting your flowers with the others before pulling a chair up to his bed. “How long are you supposed to be here?” You muttered as you sat down, leaning close to him.

“Six weeks, more or less.” He replied, “They sort of, uhh… put a mesh thing inside me, to open up an artery. And they need to make sure I heal the way I need to.” He continued as he gestured to his chest, trying not to touch the opening. His shoulders slumped as he noticed your empty expression, your eyes focused on his chest, his eyes almost stinging as he watched the tears form in yours.

He took your hand, squeezing it gently. “Are you alright?” He spoke softly.

“…I feel like this is my fault.” You tried to fight the lump in your throat and speak, “If I would’ve known that this would happen—“

“We didn’t know.” He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, “That’s the tricky thing, we don’t ever really know when this shit will happen. It’s hard to predict.”

You rubbed your eye with your sleeve. “I… thought you were a goner.”

Copia took a deep breath before speaking, “I thought so too.” He replied quietly, his free hand wandering up to gently press his palm to his heart. “…But I’m still here.” He spoke once more after another brief pause, “I’m still here and with you. Here…” He took your hand, placing it on his chest where his other hand was, his heart beating letting you know that he was indeed there, alive, not a goner. That was when your tears began to fall.

“Shh-shhh-shhh… Hey, it’s okay.” He guided you onto the cot with him, holding you close with your head on his chest to allow his heart to whisper to you, to say the things he didn’t know how to at that moment, to let you know that he wasn’t going to leave you without a fight.

“…C?” You sniffled a bit.

“Yes?” He whispered, rubbing the back of your head.

Gently, you turned your head to kiss over his heart, your lips lingering there for just a moment. “I love you.”

He smiled, “I love you too.” He tapped the tip of your nose, just to make you smile also, which worked.

You laid there with him like that for several hours, the two of you mumbling back and forth about whatever came to mind until a nurse had to almost chase you away, as you seemed to overstay visitation. You saw him every day for those six weeks, watching him heal and making sure he didn’t go insane from staying in one place for too long.

Soon, he was well enough to come back home to you, and you even then still kept a close watch on him, making sure he was following the Doctor’s instructions. Though, he would argue that you were watching a little too closely, like a helicopter parent—as you’ve heard him mention to a ghoul. But who can blame you? It would be a cold day in hell before you would let something like that happen to him again.

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Tag list: @cor-obscenum @boomerangjr @sisterwolfsbane

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Haven’t posted anything in a hot minute, so here’s a wip preview of a fic request!

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Finding time and energy to write has been tough, but the motivation has hit me just now to make progress on these fics, so here’s a sneak peek of the Copia x reader hurt-comfort wip