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a little birthday snooze // copia x gn!reader

summary: it's copia's day, but he's not quite ready to get out of bed yet.

tags/details: sfw, 500 words, just a bit of fluff with the birthday boy. thanks to @gothdaddyissues for the divider!

hello! it's my birthday! and as a gift from me to you (that's how it works, right?) here's a short little soft copia moment ♡ it's this community that inspired me to write again after a long time, and to share again after even longer, and i just wanted to say thank you, to everyone here who makes this place what it is. i'm one person who feels a lot less Alone than i did 6 months ago and i have you all to thank for that. whether we've talked a lot or a little or are yet to meet, thank you. you're great. ok, love you, bye.

The alarm clock on the bedside reads 8:00am when Copia feels a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you whisper, nuzzling him with your nose. "Wake uu-uup. Today's the day!"

"Hmm, and what day is that, amore?" Copia asks through a yawn, rubbing his eyes as they adjust to the light. "I can't remember."

You give a knowing smile, your own eyes still heavy with sleep, and kiss his forehead softly. It's not that he doesn't enjoy his birthday, or that he's particularly concerned about growing older, but sometimes he would rather it passed without much acknowledgement. So many of his days are spent with more eyes on him than he can count, that often he would just prefer as little attention as possible.

He watches you intently as you start to gently brush his wayward bed hair away from his face. "Happy birthday," you say, cupping the side of his face in your hand. Copia closes his eyes and leans into the feeling of your thumb caressing his cheek.

"Thank you, amore," he whispers, turning his head to kiss your palm. "I'll be with it soon enough. Just give an old man a few minutes to wake up."

"It's okay, take your time. Let me go and get some breakfast ready," you say, turning to get up.

"No, no," Copia protests, pulling you closer to him. "In a little while, amore."

"But yo–"

"Just a little while longer, cuoricino. Now, come here to me," he says gruffly, tickling his fingers over your sides and rubbing the slight stubble on his chin into the crook of your neck, eliciting a sharp yelp from you.

"Copia, please," you plead, half-laughing, half-shrieking as Copia's hands continue to squeeze at your waist.

"Say you'll stay in bed with me," he orders through a chuckle before giving a quick kiss to your shoulder, "What do you say? A little birthday snooze with your Papa, eh?"

"Okay, okay! I'll stay!" you surrender, and Copia immediately pulls you to his side, resting your head on his chest and enveloping you in his arms.

"Perfetto," he says with an exaggerated roll of his tongue, and you don't need to look at him to see the smug, contented look on his face.

The two of you lay in a comfortable silence with only the occasional chuckle escaping you as you catch your breath. Your hand wanders over his chest and the softness of his belly, fingers running through the thick hair that covers them. His fingers trace circles over your shoulder, the trail of his touch leaving goosebumps along your skin. You could stay like this all day, you think, stroking and caressing and breathing the musky scent of him.

Just as you are about to doze off, you're brought out of your thoughts by the sound of him softly snoring above you. Stifling a giggle, you raise your head slightly to place a tender kiss to his neck before nuzzling back into it.

Breakfast could wait.