#reverse1999 fluff

[pav-ia]

distraught by the lack of pavia imagines on this website so im. gonna take it upon myself to become a pavia writer ,,

head empty,, imagining pavia..

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pavia, whos hands are so big compared to urs<3 even if your hands arent small, his just always cups your whole hand, his thumb tracing against your skin and his rings brushing over your knuckles

pavia, who “reluctantly” shares the large tub of gelato he has, with you. it had to defrost for a little bit because his freezer is too cold, and he grumbles when you accept his offer, but you catch the small smile he has as he brings the spoon to your pretty lips

pavia, who just wants to relax with u after a long day. whether you know of his work or not, he comes home to you and pulls you into a hug, taking a deep long inhale and drags you to the bath. insists on you washing his back, if he had a tail it would wag like crazy when you give him massages

pavia, who gives u his shirts and wears whatever clothing of yours he can get his hands on so your scents will mix. when he brings you home for the first time, his wolves dont even need you to smell like him to get friendly with you. its almost like they just know how infatuated with you he is

pavia, who shows off his tattoos and piercings to you. he has a biiiiggggg smile as he explains the thought behind each one, and is so genuinely happy when you compliment his look. he tells you about the brand of cologne he wears, runs a hand through his hair when you mention it, thinks u should match outfits,,, he wants u so bad bro

pavia, who 100% hogs the blankets. he notices u look a bit tired after sleeping next to him for the first week and when you explain that he likes to use all of the blanket, he starts to pull u on his chest, that way you both get the blanket. he refuses to be little spoon, too much pride to let u hold him to sleep

pavia, whos still not quite ready to be completely vulnerable around you. he doesnt turn his back on you, he doesnt let you get too close without asking, and he doesnt touch you unless you let him. despite his mild trust issues, he still loves you more than hes ever loved before

pavia, who is completed by u<3

im going to bed goodnigjt

[iridescent-solstice]

| Fic inspired by: {Reverse 1999} A 20th Century Time-Travel Strategic RPG Game |

Noticing her turning to leave, you panic and grab onto her wrist. A vice-like grip around it, almost as if when she leaves . . . She’d disappear and take everything you hold dear with her. 

“Timekeeper wait!” 

Vertin’s head snaps to look at you. So quickly, you swear it flew. A mixture of intense emotions written all over her face. Eyes widened in shock with her mouth slightly agape. She’s been on many missions that‘s brought new arcanists to the foundation, but never has anyone clung to her in such a manner. Its the storm, Vertin tells herself, the storm is what’s causing you to act like this. Why else would you cling to failure like her who can’t protect anyone? But then she looks into your eyes . . . Eyes that peer up at her so vulnerably. Never has anyone looked at her with such fondness in their eyes. Never . . . Has anyone but her mother held onto her like she’s their lifeline. 

“I-” You pull your arm back immediately, attempting to speak but the ability to speak has already left you. Apologies about to leave you, but she speaks up before you can even start. “Whatever it is that you wish to speak, you must be quick about it. The storm is almost here.” She speaks with finality in her voice. Ahh, another mission must have been assigned. 

Embarrassed, your eyes wander away from her face as you fidget with yourself. “I- . . . Timekeeper, I know you’re busy. It’s not my intention to keep you from your duties . . .” Trailing off again, you’re unable to speak. “But?” She says in an attempt to coax it out of you. The authoritative tone melts away to a voice as smooth as butter, so you cave. Like you always do with her.

“I know that you've been through these many times.” You swallow trying to gather the courage to speak to her so boldly. Openly for the first time. She watches you with such intensity that you get lost in her eyes. The same aloof expression as always has captivated you like no other face could ever. This causes your soul to jump to the sky in fright when you feel her hand grasp yours. Tight and warm, yet her touch is so gentle. . . . As if to say she’s here for you. “With lots of other arcanists but . . . This is my first time braving through the storm. I know you're needed elsewhere but if it's possible . . . Please could you . . . Could I stay with you please?” Your voice teeters off meekly at the last sentence. Tears welling up in your eyes, but you blink them away as you pull your hand away from hers. Face turning away in shame. “I MEAN . . . Forgive me, I just got carried away. You should go before someone comes to-” 

“I’ll stay.” Now it’s your turn to look shocked. Eyes finding hers again once more. The sad sea green ocean in her eyes moves you to huddle closer back to her. To comfort her, something tugs at your heart whenever her eyes get like that. Murky and dark, like she’s reminiscing on something that doesn’t exist anymore. Oh, how you wish you’d be allowed to know what goes on in her head. “I know what it’s like to be all alone with no one to turn to. Don’t worry about my mission, after all I'm not a timekeeper yet, so you shouldn’t keep calling me that either. My abilities are far too weak to be considered for high stake missions at the moment.” With that being said, she breaks your shared stare. An arm hesitantly wrapping around you. Looking outside the window, she observes the rain as it dances around the flowers outside the facility. “I’ll stay with you, as long as you need me to.”  Those words bring you more comfort than anything the foundation could ever offer. And they have offered a lot. Your ability is a game changer. By getting to you first, they got the first real upper hand on manus vindicate but all you feel like is a puppet they poke and prod at.

Vertin on the other hand, feels like home. God, you haven’t thought of that in a long while. Wordlessly, you lean your head on her shoulder. She lets you.

Together the two of you watch the world outside as the number on her wristwatch gets closer and closer to zero. Abnormalities beginning to appear, and soon the storm will begin.

5 4 3 2 1

. . . Her hand clutches yours even tighter and a whimper is heard. You're not sure if it's hers or yours.

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @grungenglam]

[hutahuta]

auauauaa i made a pavia nui bc i never saw one being made. I saw a vertin one tho :( usually i never post my art but i wanna show y'all this bc my instagram account is specifically for twisted wonderland 💔💔💔

follow me on insta though aUAJJSDJ

@//cxptains_hook

speedpaint// ver ; progress vvvvvvv

[ihavenoideawhatiamdoingjustgay2]

Wrapped in Silk and Ruffles

Trope : Fluff

Summary : Going shopping with your Wife, Argus

Notes : Fluff, shopping, domestic fluff, yeah I love angst yk, established relationship, gave my best to write her in character

Word count : 1,195

Link to AO3

Masterlist

Fresh air whipped into your face that was set towards the open car window and blue sky, the cruel texas sun was hitting the whole area hard, but you were save within her pick up truck.

"Could ya close the window, it's getting too cold."

Argus. You yawned, before doing as asked, using the lever, winding it backwards.

"N' could you not put your feet up there?"

You sighed, putting them down. "You love this car more than you love me.", you mumble, effectively making her chuckle. "I wonder why you haven't named it yet…"

"That'd be stupid.", she answered, stopping in front of the concrete road, checking for any other drivers, before turning left.

"You didn't deny the love part."

"I didn't marry my car, now did I?", she asked, showing off her silver ring.

You humm in thougth, looking at the matching one resting on your ring finger. "I guess you did not.", one could hear the grin on your face, it infected her.

"Now, do you have the list?"

You scramble through your pockets, emptying them from old candy wraps, receipts, small scissors an eraser-

"How 'bout sorting through that, ey?", she asked, watching you put it all on your lap, looking for the list.

"How 'bout you look at the street, ey?", you mock her.

"Sorry sugar, didn't know you were in a mood today.", she said.

"I'm in a perfect mood!", you dissagreed, unfurling a neatly folded paper. It read :

Shopping list

2x cigarettes

3x bread

2x cereal

3x chicken food

4x hay

1x shopping with Wife

"Shopping?", she fetched it of your hands, looking at you with a crocked brow.

You shrug. "You wrote that down."

"I don't remember usin' a pink pencil."

You shrug again and lean back. "Well, it's on the list~"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Alrigth then."

It took you maybe ten more minutes - and a lot more bickering - to arrive at your first stop. You went through the alleys harboring food, sweets, some magazines, frozen stuff and what not while pushing the cart in front of you like a stroller. You already got the bread, issue was the cereal. They didn't have Argus favorite, again.

"Annoying…", she mumbled, throwing two from another brand in.

"I'm sure they have your cigs though.", you say, pushing towards the small line forming in front of the register.

She grumbled something underneath her breath like "They better." You kissed her cheek, ignoring onlookers. It made her less grumpy and when she bougth the cigs she was back to her normal self.

You stared at the clothing shop just down the street meanwhile. "Argus~" you were drawing out her name while slowly turning to her, your finger was twirling your hair and you gave her your best doe eyes. She meanwhile had her eyes closed, still puffing out smoke in her dark corner.

"Nu-uh, sugar, not happening yet."

You sighed, slaming the back of the car shut. Of course, first the necessities. But then you could have what you want, shopping with your dear Wife. She'd mostly just grumble the entire time but… "Ok, let's hurry up to the pet store then!"

You grabed hand and pulled her along, barely giving her any time to finish her cigar.

"Damn you, Woman.", she grumbled and it made you laugh.

Your hands hurried through the clothing racks, in the end, you decided on a thrift store, having seen a cute dress, that Argus had now slung over her arm.

"You think this is practical for the farm?", she asked, looking at the ruffled skirts.

"Wasn't thinking about the farm when I saw it.", you mumble, putting a jeans jacket with some sewn on patterns on Argus arm. "I should get some thighs too.", when you turned around, she seemed to think.

"What's it?"

"For what else would you use it?"

You snort, before whispering "Anniversary.", into her ear as you were passing by her, you had set your eyes on some nice jeans.

"Maybe we should get some of these for you too. They seem your style."

She was slowly turning around now. "Huh, yeah sure…", her gaze was still far away.

You crocked a brow. "Argus, did you forget-"

"Oh, dolly, I'd never forget~", she said, coming quickly to burry her face into your neck. "The day I married you was the happiest day of my life.", you smile, looking through the different kinds of pants. "I just thougth about what restaurant to go to."

You hummed, leaning into her. "I was about to go crazy mad…" you smile, picking out a pair for yourself and one for her.

"I think I saw some cute necklaces too~" you humm, walking rigth out of her arms and into a corner full of shiny accessories.

"N' there she goes…" Argus said, but her tone wasn't malicious, instead she was smiling.

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"Is it cute?"

She had her eyes rake over your form "You can bet the farm on it."

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, it really did look good on you. "Then, I'll buy it.", you say, going back to undress. "And it's only like twenty bucks!", you tell her, checking the price. "Maybe I should get one of those belts too, what do you say?", you come out, watching Argus going through a few of them already. "Found something?"

She nodded, pulling out a bigger one. "Imma wait out here for you while you try em' on, ok?"

"You can already go and pay, sweetheart.", she gave you her wallet, an old leather-y thing, it's corners were rubbed open and you saw a few coins pocking out. "Maybe we'll get you a new wallet while we're at it."

"Don't fix what's broken, they say." she calls as she closes the courtain.

You roll your eyes, trying to get her to replace something was like preaching to a choir. Useless. That's also the case with the car, the first time you suggested it may be time to replace it she looked at you as if you were some kind of alien. You slapped the money on the counter. Typically Argus. You felt a hand on your lower back, at first you were surprised, but that subsided once you saw her leaning in, putting both pants and the belt on the counter. "That too.", you added the money.

Everything fit into the bag just nicely.

"What was that?" Argus leaned over your shoulder, her eye trying to look under the clothing.

You blushed. "That's a surprise for the anniversary. Must've forgotten to put it into the closet."

She followed you out of the store, stopping your escape by grabing one of your belt hoops. "Not so fast now, missy.", she said, pulling you back. "Is that what you were out for last week?"

"Maybe…" you grin, slinging yourself out of her grasp by quickly turning and walking backwards. "But I guess…you'll just have to wait till' next week to see it.", your walk turned to happy stroll as you left Argus standing in front of the thrift store.

"Damn you, Woman.", she whispered, following you back to the car.

[fortheloveofarchons]

Learning A New Language (A Getian x Zima fanfic)

Where Getian learns a new language to understand Zima better

Full chapter is on the link down below!

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Somehow, against every odds he can think of, the pure Mieming bird, who once only knew one language back in his homeland, manages to sit through the entire reading of old books without twitching his eyes or shutting the books close when he's midway reading them. 

Save the minor matter of his talons tapping against the marble floor with occasional tapping sounds, Getian is still and stately at the moment– shoulders back, his carved bird staff floating and flicking in the air to flip the pages. He even temporarily disabled one of his arcane skills, which is a spell that can allow him to understand anyone’s words without the use of his staff, just so that he could start learning the land of the Tsar’s language from scratch.  

Getian pauses and hums and raises his hand, allowing his staff to flick in the air while the page turns, moving on to the next one, which describes the complicated Russian words in detail. It’s something that he hasn’t read before, and now he has read them several times over. He’d mentally quiz himself immediately after shutting the books down, and would ask himself the definition of certain words. 

Asking someone to help quiz him would mean that he would have to explain his motives to them as to why he chose to learn a new language from scratch instead of using his arcane skills to automatically understand their words universally. The thought of having to explain this, especially to someone like Leonard, makes his ear paint peach hues.

As for his motives for learning Зима’s mother language manually, he had read a non-fiction book that’s titled as, A Guide To Understand Those That You Wish To Understand , and one of the main points that he read is that: 

“Knowing another's language and culture is essential for thoroughly understanding other people's points of view on a variety of issues. As general as it may appear, some global challenges, particularly wars between more than two countries, have been caused by a lack of awareness and understanding from one's own culture. Many cultures have their own set of cultural norms, which govern how they eat, sleep, talk, and even work. If a foreigner violates certain society norms, they will be isolated, humiliated, and labelled as ignorant since they do not comprehend how a new country runs. This can range from a micro conflict between two coworkers from different countries to affecting an entire meso community as a result of prejudices and stereotypes, and then it can escalate into a macro issue in which different countries have different conflicting belief systems while attempting to reach an agreement in order to avoid violating a Human Rights Act. Simply put, when in Rome, do as the Romans do." 

Getian highly doubts it's as serious as the author says, since the storm already puts everything and everyone out of proportion, but it is still something to think of. 

Plus, he couldn't stand by while Зимa struggled to communicate in a different language. Even if Зимa understands English and with Getian's arcane skill, but still… 

Hearing a quiet cough in the library, Getian further engrossed himself by reading the gold-embossed spines of the books where he had picked off a shelf– the latest edition of a Russian dictionary, which has both English and Chinese translations. 

Even better, the Chinese translations were not simplified, but in a traditional version. While the simplified version of the Chinese words were easy enough for him to understand, the traditional words were something that he was already used to understanding them. 

It’s almost like… a sense of nostalgia, from the amount of stroke orders that he wrote on with an ink brush when he composed poems and practised calligraphy. 

He did not realise he'd been burning the midnight oil until his face turned around to face the window, noticing that the light in the library felt a bit dimmer. 

“It’s getting late…” 

He looks down on the pile of books. 

“No, this is more important for now.” 

After reading and memorising the entire dictionary, the desk has become disorganised, with all of those Russian books, essays, and poetry anthologies spread around a wide oak table.

They haven’t spoken in two days, not since Getian woke up in the middle of the afternoon in the forest, his nose buried in Зима’s hair, breathing in the scent of his hair, and the fantasy of his whole body curled around Зима’s. He’d have his wing halfway to cocoon Зима’s body before he remembered how… odd it must’ve been. 

Is it normal for two acquaintances– friends to cuddle each other in a forest? 

And then Getian quite literally thrown himself out of Зима’s proximity, but only after he gently adjusted Зима’s back against the tree, Зимa’s coat covering his own body warm, and little Зима being included in too, tucking themselves in human Зима’s neck with his scarf. 

Now, the only light Getian has is the golden glow of a desk lamp. 

The words on the page– the cyrillic script flowing like foreign rivers– blurs before his hooded and motionless eyes. 

Dostoevsky… 

Tolstoy… 

Chekhov... 

A yawn escapes him, unbidden, his jaw stretching wide as his shoulders sagged. The weight of exhaustion settled in his limbs, heavy as lead. 

Blackness slowly encroaches on the edges of his vision. 

Then finally, his body betrayed him. 

The room is now silent save for the ticking of an antique clock on the far wall. 

[slice-of-cak3]

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╰► Morimens (mostly experimenting)

╰► Reverse1999 (also experimenting)

╰► Trolls (Velvet and Veneer only)

╰► MINDHACK (if there's no content then make it /j)

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[hazymoonlinh]

Pinned post! Read before interact.

Hey, I'm Hazy, I'll be writing and yapping about 2D men on this account.

I'm from Vietnam 🇻🇳, I love games, and also!

I write for character x reader.

Also I do not like gay ships so beware when talking to me if you got triggered.

I love Mydeimos, as you can see, and I’d love if you are the same ! But don’t bring any shipping here, I respect it, but I don’t like it.

-Genshin.

-Honkai Star Rail.

-Arknights. (Having hard feelings, but sure)

-Zenless Zone Zero ( currently l'm only into

Lighter)

-Reverse1999.

-Twisted Wonderland

I will not write games that supporting nine dash line.

I can do requests, light heated scene but not smut. (This separate from my own work, I just don’t do smut request)

Most of my work are either fluff or healing fics.

Some can be angsty, or soft angst.

A few can be toxic, read at your own risk. (Already warned you.)

______

List about what I have written:

Mostly one shot.

(Is this called master list ? Idk)

Honkai Star Rail:

Meeting in a dream. (Phainon &Mydei &Anaxa)(here)

Dance with lion and sun. (Phainon & Mydei) part1?

Aventurine:

Let the light in.

Open your heart and I shall open mine.

A hand full of secrets

Sunday:

In the glow of his sanctuary.

Jingyuan:

A culinary encount on the Loufu.

Phainon:

The coldest star meets the brightest light. (Part1)(Part2).

An error of the eternal land.

Special ring.

Our first meeting.

Tracing the sun.

Mydei:

Pancakes, syrup and bed(nsfw, sweet)

My takes on Mydei :3

Take care of children with Mydei

Chains and crowns (part1)(part2)

Cooking for Mydei

The taste of ash and memories

The scientific method of falling in love.(part1)(part2)

King n ride.

Healing for the unbreakable.

Taking the lead.

The unshakable, undone.

Jiaoqiu:

A flicker of light.

Arknights:

Logos:

Art.

Reverse 1999:

Joe:

Relationship headcanons.

A midnight ride in San Francisco.

6/Atticus:

Headcanons.

Getian:

Headcanons.

Wuthering Wave:

Jiyan hc.

Zenless Zone Zero:

Lighter:

Bittersweet.

Smooches.

Tidal hearts.

Mistletoe.

A bet is a bet, right Lighter?

Lost n found (part1) (part2)

[pav-ia]

childhood friend pavia x gn reader !

cw :: fluff, threats, slight angst, uuwwwwwh idk

i might write a p2 to this i like how this turned out. this is my most banger post so far

there was a time when you lived in piemonte. youd play with your puppy, a german shepard that was lively and energetic, chasing her around. you were a scrawny little thing, polite and respectful and sweet.

you chased your family dog, giggling as she ran away with the ball. youd made quite some distance from your house, following your dog as he sniffed the ground. she led you to a small house, near the outskirts of town. youd recognized it as the home of a woman who your mother had advised you stay far away from.

“she’ll only make you cry.” your mother said.

“shes not for little kids to talk to.” your father said.

but your doggy was still approaching the house, her nose pressed against the grass. you followed the shepard, your eyes wide with curiosity at getting near the “forbidden” house. your dog stuck her nose into a small window near the base of the house, and you followed suit, kneeling down to observe the hole.

both you and your dog were startled when a little boy stepped into the dim light shining through the window. he was very far down, his neck craning up to look into your eyes. his gaze was unnerving, but you were ever so friendly.

“h-hello..!” you say politely, offering a small wave. you sat down crisscrossed, peering through the small window, down at the boy staring up at you.

“..hello.” he replied curtly. he had brown hair, which looked greasy and unkempt. his shirt was too small for him, but he was still able to fit. you noted how thin he was. “whats his name?”

you were confused by the question, tilting your head and trying to figure out what he meant. sensing your confusion, he pointed to your dog who was seated next to you, patiently watching the boy.

“her name is cleo! shes really nice.” you say enthusiastically. you held a hand out for your dog to shake, and you watched as interest filled the boy’s expression. you smiled brightly, and the boy smiled right back.

from that day on, you would frequently visit the strange basement-boy. you would bring your dog, or youd go alone. you could spend hours chatting with the boy, laying on your stomach as you talked to him. you learned that his name was pavia, he liked animals, he didnt like his aunt, he liked your eyes.

“your eyes are very pretty.” hed tell you frequently, incase youd somehow forgotten how much he admired them.

you would sneak food from your breakfast, your lunch and dinner and you would share it with him because he was extremely skinny. he grew visibly healthier as you had “picnics” — you would call them — bringing many different snacks or meals for him to eat.

on special occasions, your mother brought gelato back from the city. on those days, you would immediately excuse yourself, running to the house with the treat in your hand.

“pavia!” youd call for him. he would emerge from the darkness of the room, under the small patch of light that shone through. “try this!” you stuck your hand down the hole. the contents inside the cup had melted a bit by now, but it was still relatively cold.

he trusted you full heartedly, reaching up to gently take the cup. he brought the spoon to his mouth, and his eyes softly widened at the taste. he held the styrofoam cup with such gentleness, savoring the treat on his tongue. he looked up at you with a soft blush on his cheeks. “what is this?”

“its gelato! do you like it?”

he smiled and nodded.

you had been friends for quite a few years at this point. during this time, he grew less quiet, instead more relaxed and engaged in your conversations. you were a naive kid, but you still managed to pull this reserved boy out of his shell. he frequently talked down on himself, shyly asking you to stay longer with him, but being very hesitant to accept the little gift you offered him. he didnt like himself and he said you shouldnt hang around someone like him, but you didnt really care. slowly, he bantered right back with you. he teased you, telling you he was probably taller than you even if there was no way to measure. he was snarkier, more friendly and less nervous.

you also became less cautious around the house. your comfortable attitude around him led you to forget all about his aunt.

“what do you want?” the woman spat aggressively at you as you walked up the hill that the house was on. your dog growled at her, and you shrunk from her mean visage.

“i-i was just passing by your house to p-picnic on the other side-“ you quickly stutter out, lying so she wouldnt do anything to pavia. you knew that she hated him just as much as he hated her. she didnt buy it, scowling at your barking dog. she kicked cleo, your dog whimpering and hiding behind you, continuing to growl.

“if i ever see you or your dog on my property again, ill make sure your mutt is dead.”

you nodded and left abruptly, your dog following close.

not that that would stop you, however.

that same night, you had a few slices of bread in your pocket, as well as a small jar of jam. even if you two couldnt share the large basket of snacks you had prepared, you still wanted to share something.

“why are you back?” hed asked as you called for him. he was once more hesitant to take the jar of milk you passed, as well as the bread.

“youre my best friend, where else would i be?” you giggled. he was quiet for a while. under the moonlight, you swore that there were eyes watching you from the darkness, nearly glowing that you couldnt have noticed before.

“youre gonna get in trouble.” he mumbled, mouth full of bread. you only laid on your back, your face looking up at the sky full of stars.

“for you? id get in trouble if it meant i could hang out with you more.”

the very next week, there were a number of new faces in your little countryside town. there were many people passing through, on their way to a festival in the big city. lucky you, your father surprised you, telling you that you would be heading with him to the city to view the same film that so many tourists were talking about.

that night, you visited pavia again.

“im leaving town for a little while.” you informed him. you had brought a loaf of bread that you had baked yourself, and butter that you bought from a neighbor.

“how come?” he asked curiously.

“theres a festival that my dad wants to take me to. ill take you to one someday!”

“festival?”

“its like… a show! with lots of people, and different colors and smells.”

“and you would take me one day?” you couldnt see him due to the lack of light from the sky, but you assumed that he had wide eyes like he always did when you told him about new things.

“mhm.”

during your time in venice, you had bought a cheap ring, and bundle of handcrafted postcards. when you snuck back to the house, you were greeted with a wooden board covering the window that he was behind.

“..pavia?”

you didnt get a response. even if you knocked on the planks, he didnt say anything. you knew he was behind there still due to the shuffling from behind, but he didnt say anything back to you. you dropped the cheap ring through the small thin crack between the boards, hearing it clatter against the ground.

you kept talking that night, even without his response.

during the day, you began writing down your thoughts on the postcards youd bought in venice. at night, you kept talking about your day until there was nothing to talk about. you slid the postcards through the planks, even if he couldnt read them in the dark room. you would draw little pictures, write down your meal recipes, really whatever you thought of.

your last letter to him before you moved to the city read:

“come find me in sicily one day? ill be waiting for you! cleo says hi :)” accompanied by a muddy pawprint.

you told him all about the city, all about what you would miss in your little town. you told him that you would be leaving, and that you couldnt wait to talk to him again.

in the city, you brought your dog everywhere. she was an adult now, and you were entering your adult years slowly. you had found yourself a steady job, and you took care of your parents as they took care of you.

another gala came your way, and you dressed up all nice as you brought cleo to the large show of different films and costumes and displays — you noticed that she was unusually interested in something. while usually she followed you without a leash, you brought one due to the sheer amount of people that were at the festival. she tugged on the leash, and you followed her. she eventually began sniffing at a man’s ankles, and you tugged her away. the man turned around curiously as cleo was trying to sniff his pant leg, and you pulled her away, bowing your head in apology.

“sorry, shes not usually this curious.” you quickly said. the man in question was tall and muscular, he had many tattoos and piercings, snakebites under his lips and hair that was white with brown roots. he just smiled, a toothy grin that showed off his sharp canines as he spoke to you in a charming voice.

“no worries, [name].”

at first you were relieved that you avoided an awkward encounter, but blinked in surprise when you processed that he somehow knew your name. you stared at the man, unnerved by his sharp eyes and familiarity.

“your eyes are very pretty, by the way.”

[pav-ia]

cw :: late night brain vomit , slight yandere pavia ?? idk , just random stuff

pavia is so unbearably dog coded — putting his wolf stuff aside he’s literally like a dog.

he is FERAL, will growl at people he doesnt like and sees you with. very possessive, keeps all of his broken trinkets close to his heart which makes me believe that he will hold onto you. youre his now !!

hes so clingy.. he always wants ur attention :( hes a good boy isnt he? doesnt he deserve to have ur attention? hes been so patient waiting for u to come home.. slaps away ur book if ur reading it instead of cuddling him

im a firm believer in awful chef pavia. he has the money to buy good food, so why would he need to make stuff for himself? but if he sees ur stressed after a long day, he pops a ramen cup into the microwave and gives it to you. hes proud because he chopped green onion on top and it looks fancy for his standards. one time he wanted to surprise you for dinner but he charred everything :( dumbass

scents ur stuff …,? secretly rubs his cologne onto ur shirts?? smell checks ur clothes to make sure u havent touched any gross men outside

since hes a mixed work im like pretty sure he is just part wolf straight up so ummm

wolves mate for life… if you agree to go out with him then ur just his forever. he will be such a good husband he will take care of u and be so so good for u :3

anyways back to puppy pavia agenda, hes so energetic. you have to keep him on a metaphorical leash(a firm “no”) or he will threaten to(or straight up) strangle anyone who wrong you in the SLIGHTEST. hes unhinged and will pout and sulk if u tell him off for a few minutes at most before he clings onto you again.

ur a little chewtoy to himmmm :3 he wants to rough u up when u play.. he cant help it, hes just so big and bad and scary compared to u. he always sees u as a cute little bunny for him to chew on, wants to kiss u but also nibble on you

wants your hands in his hair. wants your hand in his hand. wants ur hand on his boobs. he luvs ur hands

i need to stop writing when im in a bad mood because i can tell it makes my writing significantly worse LMAOO sorry pavianation college is kicking my ass rn so im so unmotivated to write anythinf

[pav-ia]

can you write Pavia and a s/o with big boobs? (NSFW)

MDNI

pavia x reader with big boobs hcs

cw :: implied afab but you can read it as manboobs , smut, breeding kink

i wrote the word boob too many times because i dont know any synonyms beyond tit. (i am not referring to them as “mounds of soft flesh” or similar)

• tit grabber. in the most inappropriate of places too !

-> u could be out shopping, seeing a movie, at a restaurant.. if you turn your back to him, hes gonna hug you from behind and sneak his hands up to ur chest and honk them like a clown nose. absolute menace, loves when you wear his sweaters/shirts cuz theyre so big on you and they usually show his collarbones off,,, he goes insane for ur boobs and collar bones and chest and skin

• he loves to lay on u when u cuddle but specifically on your chest

-> despite being an insomniac, he takes the sleepiest naps ever when you let him bury his face into your boobs. he says its because he likes to listen to your heartbeat but hes a stinking liar !

• fav position is either missionary or riding, loves watching them bounce.

-> in missionary he absolutely grabs ur tits and plays with them. i killed a part of myself writing this but he pops a titty in his mouth when he cums tbh ! when u ride him, he has his hands on your waist and goes feral watching them move around…

• obligatory breeding kink mention. wants to get you pregnant.

-> does not gaf if you cant get pregnant hes going to find a way. i personally dont think he has an abnormal amount of sexual stamina, slightly above average on good days. can go two rounds before he has to tap out for a few minutes. mating press???? folds your thighs up and keeps em pinned to your chest with his hands as he rails you, loves seeing ur tits get squeezed together. keeps his cum plugged inside of you either with his dick or with his fingers. when you fuck at night, collapses against the bed still buried inside of you, falls asleep on the spot. when he has to pull out, he pushes the cum back in with two fingers, gets horny, fucks you again. pouts when you need to clean urself cuz u look so pretty when ur full of him :( probably has a lactation kink icl but i will not speak more on that. nghhh i need him so bad

• yk that one position where he would lay on your lap and suck on one boob while u stroke him off

-> yeah. requests u do that at least one time a month

your hands stroke his hard length, your face flushed as he literally buries his face into your chest. hes letting out small moans, his skilled tongue swirling around your nipple. he occasionally sucks, pulling away to gasp for air. his hair is a mess, his snakebites warm from being pressed against your skin. is it so wrong to think that he has a tongue piercing? the metal presses on your nipple right along with his tongue, your fist involuntarily squeezing a little tighter as you shudder.

his moans grow in volume as he gets closer, burying himself back into your tits immediately. one of his hands were massaging the unoccupied boob, his thumb flicking over the hardened nubs. as you kept moving your hand up and down, he eventually let out a small breathy noise of pleasure as cum dribbled out of his tip, pulling away to catch his breath. he lays on your thigh, face red as he tries to recover, his hips momentarily twitching. he looks up at your flushed face and fucking grins.

also would absolutely love to die buried in your booba. if he suffocated in them he would be a happy man

[pav-ia]

pavia masterlist

childhood friends - % fluff

oblation - % angst no comfort

reader with big boobs - smut (ask)

dancing - % fluff (ask)

reverse yandere - yandere (ask)

boobs - smut (ask)

nightmare - % angst, reverse comfort (ask)

yandere hcs - hcs, tw (ask)

stiff - angst no comfort (ask)

coming out - fluff (ask)

imagines - hcs

pavia x nurse reader - uhhh idk fluff

% = personal favs

#%write - all fics

#%ramble - all pavia related rambles(short hcs, imagines, etc)

read pinned for rules for reqs

[pav-ia]

okay okay, hear me out.

pavia but hes like,,, waking up from some sort of nightmare or a mild painful memory of his childhood, yk.. when bro was forced into a basement. imagine the cold nights, jfc. and like he wakes up,, but this time he has his s/o with him. and bby is safe <3

he has someone to protect now at least right? pls give us the reader comforting this man I BEG pooki 💔💔

i imagine him to be reluctant to the touch but he eases into it. i remember you mentioned he has mild trust issues so,, comforting touches must be rlly foreign to him

anon i am madly in love with you

,, nightmare ”

pavia x gn reader !

cw :: reverse comfort, slight angst, kinda short

on one of the rare nights where your boyfriend is tired enough to sleep for more than an hour at a time. the human body is not built for lasting long times without sleep, and even if he wasnt entirely human, he still followed this rule by nature. hed insisted that hid wolf companions would sleep on the floor this time so you could cuddle together comfortably and alone.

after waking up in the middle of the night, you were a bit thirsty. leaving bed to grab a cup of water, when you returned, you saw pavia uncomfortably twitching in his sleep. his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were squeezed shut, tense and rigid muscles making you realize he was having a nightmare.

you left the door open as the room was dimly lit by the light in the hallway, placing the cup on the nightstand. his wolf leon had an eye open and was watching you as you gently shook him.

“pavia.. wake up…” you urged in a whisper, relieved when he jolted up. his eyes were panicked, horrified almost as if he was a tortured man. his heartbeat was erratic, so loud you could hear it and his skin was cold. he curled away from your touch, his eyes taking time to adjust and focus on the light coming from the doorway.

when you turned the bedside lamp on, you could see the realization slowly settling into his expression. he took a few more moments to calm down, running a shaking hand through his messy hair. you placed your hand on his thigh, not failing to notice the way his muscles tensed under you, before relaxing slowly.

“im sorry.” he muttered in shame, his expression bitter and trained on the floor. he seemed to be embarrassed of his own self.

“dont be.” you say in a gentle tone. to him, your tone was almost motherly, so comforting, so safe, so dangerously sweet. he didnt like how he wanted to turn his back on you, to let you see all of him. he wiped at the sweat on his forehead with the blanket, and you could see the exhaustion on his face.

neither of you were talking. you were sitting on one side of the blanket, him on the other. you really wanted to comfort him, but a small part of you knew that he wasnt ready yet.

you open your arms for him, a tender gesture. he stares you down, seeming to contemplate, but decided against it. “im fine.” he says in a very unconvincing tone.

“wanna talk about it?” you offer, putting your arms down. you werent going to force him to do anything he didnt want to.

he leaned against the headboard, slowly sliding down until his head hit the pillow. truth be told, you expected him to decline your offer, but after a minute of staring at the dark ceiling, he placed a hand over his eyes.

“i dont like the dark. it reminds me of things i dont want to remember.” he mumbles. his tattoos move along with his flexing muscles, his arm tensing and untensing periodically. “bad childhood.”

you made a small hum of sympathy, getting out of bed to close the door. you kept the lamp on as you crawled into bed next to him. “thats alright. i dont like the dark either.” you whisper. “all that matters is youre safe now.”

he is silent for a while. you almost think that hes fallen back asleep, but he turns around and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your side. he relaxes under your touch when you hug him back, his grip around you tightening as if he didnt want you to leave.

“im safe now. thank you, mio sole.” he whispers.

“thats right, youre out of there.” you hold him close, letting him be exposed completely around you. much like a kicked dog, even if he was skeptical of you, all he wanted was to be loved.

and loved he was.

[hutahuta]

stupid art of my persona n' pavia from a livestream i did days back. i won't post anymore art here but i hope you like it wuaujsejjjd <3

audhjsudhghgngn her name is Violeta <3

[pav-ia]

lol imagine being the nurse that handles pavia after he got injured during a suspicious fight.

cw :: gn reader , pavia is annoying

when he wakes up, his first thought is “where the hell am i?” a fucking hospital? he doesnt need a hospital. hes fine, hes a grown ass man and he misses his wolves dogs.

but as soon as he tries to move, he groans at the sharp pain in his side. looks down to see a gunshot wound on his side and frowns. that wasnt there before.

hes pouting angrily as he sits in bed all day, his piercings had been taken off and were set aside just out of arms reach and he had a heart monitor attached to him which made him cringe a little. he wasnt even close to death. what was the point in that??

when you step in to check up on him though..

“let me out.” he demanded as you walked in. you blinked in surprise that he was already awake.

“..no?”

“let me out.” he repeated.

“no.”

you expected more of a fight from the man who had his arms crossed, but he just pursed his lips and looked you up and down.

he didnt say anything else until you came back later in the day, carrying a tray of shitty hospital food. he looked grossed out from the runny mashed potatoes and the suspicious soup and the cold bread roll.

“dont you have anything else?” he demanded sassily. if he couldnt move then he may as well make the most out of his little stay.

“nope~ you get what you get.” you said in an equally sassy tone as she were currently sweeping the floor.

he cocked a brow at your tone, before he smirked. cute.

whenever you came in from that day on, hed have something new to complain about. “do you have socks?” “can i have a snack?” “my legs are sore.” “im bored.” and youd always meet his demands. it was your job, but he called for you a lot. sometimes he just wanted to talk to you, he would tell you about the stuff he saw from the tall window. eventually, he asked you to tell him about your day. having nothing better to do, you did.

conversations with him were surprisingly fluid. he had his own thoughts to add and he always brought up something interesting when it was his turn to talk. you caught yourself laughing at his poorly timed jokes, and he was occasionally insensitive but in a comedic way. although you would always hold back because it was mighty unprofessional to get too friendly with a patient.

you were pleased that he was healing. he got better but the better he got, the more complaints hed have. maybe he realized that he was gonna be able to leave soon so he always talked about how the lights were too bright- oh no, he might have twisted his ankle— hes struggling to breathe but only his favorite nurse is allowed to give him cpr ! shuts up immediately when youre about to call in your male coworker to administer cpr on him.

when he leaves, hes pouty and moody. he snaps at the other nurses, insisting that hes fine on his own. he doesnt need their help, hes a grown ass man.

your job is pretty boring for the next two days. two.

because on the third day, a man comes in with a gunshot wound in the leg.

that man is him, in case you were wondering.

hed grin, his cologne easy to smell when you first caught a glimpse of him being dragged away to the emergency room.

when the bullet was removed and he was stitched up, you were in charge of putting the man into a gown. they had cut his clothes off to get to the bullet, and as you picked up his shirt, your hands caught on a measly rose stuffed into the front pocket. his shirt smelled like his cologne too, and your nose wrinkled as you didnt even need to be close to smell it.

“miss me?” hed ask with a cheeky grin when he awoke and you were dusting the room.

sowwie for disappearing heres your monthly food

[pav-ia]

Can you do Pavia with an autistic s/o who likes collecting plushies of cute animals, and characters they like?

modern ! pavia x reader short fluff

cw :: modern au, bf! pavia, short cuz i didnt save my draft the first time :(

this one kinda sucks lowkey. apologies anon🫡

“and who is this again?” he’d asked you, pointing to one of your plushes you seemed especially fond of.

your expression lit up immediately, as you began rambling about how you adored this character. you explained their backstory, their personality and their relationship with other characters for a long while.

he watched you with a fond smile, sitting crossed legged on your bed. he leaned on one of his thighs, his knee pressed into his jeans and his cheek resting on his palm as you pulled up pictures on the internet of the character in question. when you realize you had gone off on a ramble, you stopped abruptly and looked a little embarrassed.

“i just… really like them. a lot.” you said with a sheepish smile, putting the plush down on your desk. he had a thoughtful look as he pointed to another plush you had.

“and that one is [___], right? your other favorite?”

you smiled and nodded enthusiastically, extremely happy that he remembered. you gave a very brief summary on why you liked them, not wanting to annoy him too much.

“how did that happen?” “how come they did that?” “i see, but im a little confused on this part-“ he kept asking questions that made you talk more about the character, and before long you started rambling again.

he had this sickeningly sweet smile on his features, listening very intently as you spoke. he was internally taking notes — not that you were aware — while watching affectionately as you explained with both your hands and words at the same time.

he asked questions that were specific to the series that you answered in detail, happy that he seemed to enjoy your ranting.

that encounter was a week ago.. imagine your surprise when you come home to a keychain of a separate character you’d mentioned during that ramble. you smile so widely and all of a sudden feel extremely giddy, and go to find him in the house.

he was in your room, sitting on your bed with his legs crossed. he had your animal plushes lined up and he had a hand on his chin as he stared at him. he idly nodded in your direction as you entered and went back to staring at them.

“im memorizing their names.” he said before you could ask him what he was doing. maybe he knew that he was being cute but fuck, that made your heart flutter.

you sit down behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder as you pointed to them individually and listed the names they had. he was visibly paying attention, following along.

he did remember all of their names !! just for you.

“can you name the next one andrea? or peter?” he’d suggest when he’d catching you staring at claw machines or store windows. when you agree, he immediately tries his hardest to win the one you liked, dropping lots of money to make sure you got the plushy you want.

idk how to end this 💔 he would absolutely bling out your character plushes btw hed put chains and rings on them

[pav-ia]

first i'd like to say THANK YOU SM YOURE LITERALLY FEEDING PAVIA FANS AFTER WEVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SCRAPS FOR SO LONG | LOVE YOUR WRITING ♥︎♥︎♥︎

methinks he would be very very interested in the art of dancing for two. he's read about it, he's heard the music, he's seen the pictures, the movies, the fancy suits, the sweeping dresses, the roses - all in bits and pieces here and there. dancing with one's lover, holding them in your arms and watching the light of a candle or the moon grace their features as you let the music and movements convey the feelings in your heart, is something he believes to be very special. now that he's with you daily, the vivid image of you two dancing only grows stronger in his mind (the softening of his heart be damned): the way your fingers would lace together with one hand and grab onto each other with the second, the little clever lines he'd say now and again to try to fluster you and get you to mess up, the music that he'd carefully pick out just for the moment, and, of course, the look he would give you before the classic kiss that he's always seen after a dance such as this.

and so, after you tell him in passing conversation that you 'don't do dancing’, your imagined endearing clumsiness is another bit of extra charm added to his daydreams. he would just lead you gently with his voice and his hands, smiling once you finally get it. but why let the fantasies be fantasies?

this is basically me asking for pavia dancing with his bf (or partner if you’re making it gn) who has never really danced before. UGHHH I NEED HIM

ANON KISS ME ON THE LIPS RIGHT NOW

,, dancing ”

pavia x gn reader

warnings :: idk fluff

months into your relationship as you’re growing out of your lovesick phase, hes slowly growing into his — he doesnt realize just how much he thinks about you.

when he comes to term that you are the closest thing to a soulmate that any person has ever experienced ever, hes suddenly aware of the way his first thought when he wakes up is you, the way his heart picks up when you do any minor task for him(he holds back a little squeal and giggle when you leave him gifts💀), how his face grows uncontrollably red when you do that stupid thing with your face- when you smile and your eyes have that warm fondness in them thats overwhelmingly warm— he hates it. hes a liar

he was always fascinated with dancing. it started with when he first started his life in the city, at clubs hed see different people connecting from music and those mesmerizing movements of hips swaying or arms swinging.

after he had done a few jobs disguising himself as a gentleman attending a fancy ball, slow dancing became what interested him more. he was stunned by the beauty and grace that two people could make from just moving, their steps in sync even if they were strangers.

when he met you, he had forgotten all about that year of his life where he was fixated on the art of dancing. for the first few months, he was closed off in the relationship. he didnt feel bad at first — why would he? he deserves to be loved after all — but the way you were so patient with him, so loving and so gentle, so sweet and genuinely kind was too much. it took him a while to tell you about his past, and even then he kept it vague, but you just held him and reassured him that he did deserve to be loved.

you were too good for this world.

it took almost as long to accept that you really did care just as much as he hoped you did. and when he did accept it, he became acutely aware of how much of an effect you had on him.

one night, he had come home late. he expected you to be asleep, but he heard you humming from the kitchen. he walked in on you gently humming a tune to yourself, his wolves leon and maleficent sitting at your ankles. you were making a simple stew, your body swaying from side to side to the tune of your gentle voice.

leon noticed him almost immediately, sitting up and running to his feet. he jumped up and put his paws on pavia, sniffing at his clothes. when you turned around, he gave you a gentle smile.

“do you dance?” he blurted. he didnt know where it came from, but it was sudden and out of nowhere.

you blink at him in surprise — what a sudden question. you smile at him and it tickles the parts of his heart that are cold and unapproachable.

“not really.” you respond to his question.

hes still standing near the entrance of the kitchen, his expression unreadable. “can i teach you?”

thats what led you two to the present. he took the lead, your hand in his as you moved slowly in your living room. the cd player contently humming out a slow, romantic song that pavia had picked out as you let him hold you.

one hand on your waist, his eyes are gazing down at you in a suffocatingly loving way. he has the faintest smile, before he pulls you closer. your head against his chest only made the moment more intimate, and he rested his head on yours.

your legs occasionally tripped over one another, but he caught you right away. he hummed along with the slow song, his hand moving from your waist to the bottom of your spine. he slid his cold hand under your shirt, pressing his palm over your skin, rocking you from side to side.

youre slowly getting it, moving along with the smooth rhythm of the music. you angled your head upwards, and he raised his head to look into your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.

the song came to an end, and as you pulled away, he tugged on your shirt. he kept his hand on you as he put a new cd in the player, and pulled you close to do another dance.