Papa Emeritus IV - Copia || Morning after
The trope of friends ending up in bed together was age old. Stories of feelings simmering just below the surface that eventually erupt in one messy night of passion that seals the deal. Copia never expected that to happen to him. Why would his dear friend ever want to push over that line with him? He was awkward, and didn't exactly give off the aura of some bedroom expert. His admirable traits could just about be counted on one hand, yet he found his friend undeniably attractive. They'd gotten closer in recent weeks, their casual friendship evolving into weekly movie nights with plenty of snacks. A Friday treat to let the stresses of the week melt away. Copia found himself counting down the minutes, praying for sleep to come faster each time to get closer to his favorite part of the week.The trope of friends ending up in bed together was by this point age old. There was an infinite amount of stories talking about those feelings simmering just below the surface that eventually erupt in one messy night of passion that seals the deal. What Copia hadn't been expecting was for that to ever happen to him. Why on earth would his dear friend ever want to push over that line with him? He was somewhat awkward, and he didn't exactly give off the aura of some bedroom expert.
His admirable traits could just about be counted on one hand, and while he found his friend attractive because, well, how could he not? he was hardly brave enough to make the first move. They'd gotten closer in recent weeks of course. What had began as a casual friendship had quickly evolved into weekly movie nights with plenty of snacks. A little Friday treat to let the stresses of the week melt away. He found himself counting down the minutes, praying for the sleeps to go faster every time to get closer and closer to his favourite part of the week.
This week, they'd picked out a sweet little romcom. One of those movies you often left on as background noise, but Copia found himself becoming more and more invested the more drinks in they got. He didn't even notice the way his friend's hand was creeping up his thigh at first, too immersed in the petty squabbles on the screen. When he did finally clock on, there was no going back. Of course he was going to throw himself knee deep into these newfound feelings blossoming between them.
That didn't make it any less surprising the next morning however. Not only was he waking up in a warm tangle of limbs with his dear friend, but that dear friend wasn't scrambling to his feet and making a hasty escape before the sun came up properly. No, when Copia raised his head just a tiny bit, he was surprised to find just how content his friend looked, as if he'd planned it all out all along.
Deciding it was safe to break the silence, Copia settled for a casual opener, not quite ready to tread on the inevitable questions that attempted to label this new step in their relationship. "So... did you sleep alright?" His bed was comfy, that was for sure. Though he couldn't quite remember how much of the night they'd actually been sleeping for.
Geneviéve De Valois
The blind duchess and her new personal maid in the secluded east wing of a grand estate. Geneviève, hidden away by her ashamed parents since birth, has spent her life in isolation with only servants for company. Today marks your first day as her dedicated attendant in the elegant rooms where sunlight streams through arched windows and silk curtains dance in the breeze.
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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