#pavel x reader

[dadsbongos]

mean blonde <3s war crimes

2.2k words / warnings - pav is a bad terrible no good person, predator/prey dynamic, noncon, gunplay, coercion, age gap (pav's ~37 and reader is ~20)

summary - your old bootcamp lieutenant, Pavel Yudin, comes to your hometown to give you a second chance at joining the good ole army! By chasing you through the woods.

kinktober: day fourteen - hunting, gunplay ~~~

Grey skies rolled overhead that morning with no clouds. None of the birds were singing, but the crickets were still loud. Children ran circles in their backyards, chasing one another with leafless sticks and shrill screams. Your father sat on the front porch, rocking slowly in his chair as he twiddled his guitar. 

There was no breeze. And you couldn’t smell the sweet dew lingering in the air. 

In short: you should’ve known something was horribly, horribly wrong.

Papa stood straight up when he saw the sleek black car kick dust into the center of town. Guitar clattering and cracking down the porch steps, he rasped out a desperate, “Take yourself inside, now.”

“Huh?” you rose slowly from where you’d been tending Mama’s tomatoes, “Why?”

Neighbors pile out curiously as one car curls to a stop with a second. First to pop open is the initial car’s back door, and you see why your father was so spooked. Golden coils catch pale sunlight, porcelain cheeks flashing your home, and rosy lips pucker up at you from the center of the isolated neighborhood. 

“Hell, kid,” Papa murmurs, shooting you a glance through his peripherals. Partly annoyed, but mostly raw concern.

Red dirt road flakes around the soldier’s boots, his steps echo through the still air. Eyes follow his leisure pace, an overconfident swagger that makes your whole body raze with bumps. 

“I believe you have a runaway,” Lieutenant Yudin’s steely eyes flick from Papa to you.

Even as Papa starts talking, the man’s stare does not drift, “Kid ain’t a deserter, they graduated the program. I’m not sending my baby off to die.”

“Baby’s an adult,” Pavel shrugs, “We’re performing a simple sweep. We’ll have them back by the end of the day.”

Papa shakes his head, hands raising in protest, “No. No, no! You stay back, you devil! Any lieutenant beside you! Who else is in the car?” he demands, “Who else?!”

“Nobody,” Pavel turns his head directly toward you, and you remember the countless uncanny meals in the cadet canteen where that same glass face was watching you eat. He boldly steps onto the stoop before your father, kicking his guitar out of the way, “I’m not leaving empty-handed. Kaiser’s orders.”

Just as your fathers goes to respond, you stumble forward and jam yourself between the men, “I’ll go!” you frown, shoulders tensing as you avoid looking Papa in his disappointed face, “I’ll go, please leave my family be…”

Pavel grins at you and holds out a hand, “Let us go, then.”

Papa makes a strangled sound of protest from the back of his throat, silenced when you shyly tuck yourself down the stairs into Pavel’s chest. Head down and arms twisted around your torso as you’re lead to the shiny black car -- Pavel does not stop by any other houses. Despite knowing your boy next door was probably a better fit, and had graduated from the same camp, Pavel doesn’t so much as glance his house’s way. 

Unease wells within you as he opens the car door for you, then sliding in after. You attempt to wriggling away into the next seat over, only for Pavel to swing an arm around your shoulder and hook your chin with his thumb and forefinger. Angling your vision over his broad chest and out the side window, he strokes your jaw affectionately.

And you can feel his chest vibrate as he speaks in a low murmur, “I was very young when I came to the army.”

His opposite hand comes up, index tapping on the glass as the car comfortably strolls by lush trees; he leaves an off-white smudge behind on the otherwise crystal pane.

“Very, very far away I was conscious for not even a decade before having to become a man. And I work very hard to ensure nobody else must go through that same thing,” where he’d been pointing you make out a fox chasing a chestnut rabbit through thick bushes. You’re surprised neither was scared off, even if the engine was merely at a soft hum with its slow pace, “I’ve been working since I was younger than you, and I’ve been through much more than you.”

You’re certain he has.

Two silvery scars dot his chest. And his eyes are constantly glazed and faraway, even as he speaks directly. He smells sad, like mold and dust. He’s in his late thirties, and he’s been a loyal soldier since he was a boy.

The fox pounces onto the rabbit -snatching the smaller thing in its jaws and rolling with the momentum. Shaking its head violently until blood flecks the dirt road and spring leaves and the rabbit stops twitching.

Laying its kill onto the ground, the fox digs in with bared teeth.

“When I was younger than you, I had soldiers try themselves with me,” his thumb presses a bit harder against your jawbone, then quickly releasing and smoothing over the tender line apologetically, “I’m a very wounded man, as all men like me are. And I’m not a very good man, like most men like me aren’t. Most people that crawl out of Bremen bootcamps do not come out good people.”

Just as you’re wondering where this rant is going, the car rolls to a stop.

Pavel tilts your head so you’re gazing up at him, his eyes are dull as always and his lids hang low -nefarious yet tired- “But you are, you’re very good. Very kind. The world spits in your face and you bare it. You were drafted and you bare it. Your father falls terminally ill and you bare it. You’re harassed and stalked months on end by a superior officer and you bare it. You are so mild, and so bland, I cannot look at you and see a soldier despite your average success in training.”

Popping the door open, Pavel slinks out with an offered hand and you politely take it which only makes him laugh. He squeezes your hand,

“See? I was never so kind to the men that tried themselves with me.”

Finally looking around, you notice a long downward hill before your feet. Trees cluster any free path and overgrown stumps choke out the clotted dirt ground. Untempered grass lays still with the lack of breeze.

“I’m a bad person, and I love pretty things,” Pavel murmurs, “I don’t know why I have this itch to destroy them,” and finally, the proper amount of dread fills you as you really lock eyes with the lieutenant, “I think I’m just angry at them for being able to be pretty and gentle.”

Knees wobbling, you throw yourself down the hill and scream.

Pavel follows with a careful step-by-step.

Whether it be adrenaline or hot fear, you cannot feel any pain as you recklessly swipe branches and bushes out of sight. Searing sweat tickles down the plain of your neck, trickling along your spine and watering dead leaves below. Paranoia assures you his gloved fingertips are just at the wrinkled collar of your shirt.

Regardless of how nature seems to whizz by and the wind flapping rapidly in your ears you know you aren’t running fast enough.

You know your burning legs are too slow and you know he’s going to catch you and he’s going to eat you alive.

You’re too terrified to cast a glance back, certain the second you do you’ll trip over an especially thick root. But you think you can hear his boots crunching into a steady run after you. 

His even breathing slowly overbears your own ragged heaves, only seconding the belief he’s at your heels. 

Screaming again is only met with more gravely cackles.

Nails scrape into your hair. You shriek.

He pounces, launching off his heels and wrapping both arms around your waist in a vice clamp and chomping into the side of your neck. Sucking as he latches, a faint sting swells up the side of your throat. Nothing compared to the lashes and whipping your back takes with each roll down the hill. Grunts and wails echo between nonchalant trees, none of which are helpful as you pointlessly claw against Pavel’s padded shoulders.

Tumbling into a fitful, struggled stop at the base curve of the hill, you try in vain to kick Pavel off of you. Which proves useless as he merely presses one hand into your torso to keep you pinned. His bigger frame shows little sign of stress as he frees his Lugr pistol from his side and digs the frozen metal into your ribs.

A wild twitch sends you bucking up against him. Fear forcing you to throw away logic as you thrash beneath him.

“No, no, nonono, please- I beg! I beg of you, please no don’t- I don’t want to die, I beg of you please!” your hands fly up to Pavel’s face, instinct telling you to scratch out his eyes.

Pavel replaces his hand on your stomach with a knee before snatching both your wrists in his hand and strapping them above your head. Forcing your faces much closer. His nose bumping yours.

“Calm,” he hums, digging the muzzle into your ribs before dragging downward and catching the band of your trousers. Dragging those down as well. Bare flesh sizzles in the open air.

So you chomp onto your lip, taking in the velvety iron and gnawing still to keep quiet.

All while Pavel stiffs his pistol between your legs. 

“Too slow, too slow, bunny,” he presses a startlingly tender kiss to your temple.

Despite your shivering, he manages to wriggle the freezing barrel against the seam of your cunt. Slipping it between your folds longways, twiddling your clit at the same time teasing your hole. A sudden jerky click makes you shudder, gasping into the column of the lieutenant’s throat -- fear paralyzes your hands in the collar of his bridge coat.

Your sole assurance you won’t be shot is the ease with which Pavel wields his pistol, an extension of his own hand. It must be familiar. And if you are shot, it’ll be on purpose.

Digging the muzzle inside you, Pavel releases a pleasured groan when you shriek and seize around the unforgiving metal. Grinding down against your thigh, Pavel seasons your pulse with hot pants -- flicking his wrist until the trigger guard is tight beneath you. Leaking syrup drools over his fingers, gluing his pointer over the trigger. A sick grin smears over his pale lips.

“You like this?”

“No!”

His eyes fall where you’re polishing his pistol, as the barrel drills into you with sultry little splats. Regardless of what your pretty mouth says, he knows your body loves him: that’s all he needs. Hips even dangerously jutting out to meet his tentative thrusts. You mewl beneath your breath at the intrusion, choking it down with a grunt.

Cold, hard metal prods spots deeper inside you than yourself or any town boy has ever reached. You hate how good it feels, but you can’t suppress the tightening of your stomach.

“You like this,” he kisses you again, slipping his tongue into your gritted mouth and licking over your teeth, “I love you. So soft and gentle, you’re perfect for me.”

Slipping the gun from your snatch, he openly laughs in your face at how you cling unto the barrel.

“I take it you don’t plan on returning to the ranks,” he sits upon his knees, scouring the muzzle up your stomach -lifting your shirt- and pushing beneath your jaw. Icing the sharp bone until it's peeking past your lips.

You can taste the sharpness of your own wetness swirling with metal.

“Shame for me,” he sighs wistfully, angling the gun deeper in your mouth. Not bothering to adjust his pants and hide his evident, swelling arousal as your tongue envelopes the muzzle. His spare hand squeezes up your thigh, thumb stretching over to circle your clit, “Probably best for you, though.”

Weak legs cannot snap to kick him off, you fear it’d be a pointless effort anyway.

Pavel leans over you, slipping his gun from your mouth slowly -- an intentional drag to tease himself. Immediately pushing his lips to yours with a starved growl, his brows furrowed desperately and cheeks flaming against yours. Not unlike a fretful boy, he shyly pulls back to lay another peck on your forehead and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Watching you struggle for air between flustered huffs, he stands fully and retucks his Lugr.

“Let’s get you home,” another hand is offered toward you, broad shoulders pushed back confidently. His strong nose pointed up at you, “I don’t expect we’ll see each other often, Kaiser is plotting East and I’m going to give chase.”

Tears sting your eyes, and you sniffle, shakily reaching up for the blonde and letting him tug you upward. He wrings both arms around you and kisses your forehead eerily sentimental -- familiar like a proper lover.

“I don’t expect to be well received when I do,” he whispers.

Then kisses your lips, hot and chapped and fiercely tight-lipped. 

“I wish I could be free like you,” he muses, “And kind.”

“You’re a monster- !” you shudder and gasp, shoving him by the shoulders -surprisingly, he lets you go until you’re floundering back into a strong tree trunk, “I hope you die out there!”

Pavel nods and turns away. The car door is open by time you’ve struggled up the hill. No birds sing. There is no breeze. You cannot smell the iron and sweat from yourself.

You should’ve known things with Pavel would never get any better.

[angelwheat]

Pavel ; NSFW Headcanons {18+}

author's note: oh i could write endlessly about this man. there is a potential (most likely, probably definitely) part 2 for this (gif is mine)

With Pavel, foreplay is thorough. He likes to caress his partner and trace every inch of their body. He'll kiss them all over, grope them as his hands roam. Leave small, gentle bites. Everything to have his partner breathless and begging for him to go further. But frankly, Pavel doesn't always give in so easy as he quite enjoys himself during foreplay because of the responses he can draw from his partner.

Pavel is a giver. While he will most likely initiate as he is typically the one in the desperate mood, he dismisses his own pleasure and focuses on his partner. And while he does enjoy feeling his partners hands and lips on him, he might just pin their hands down to rile them up. But that's how he gets all his pleasure. By sending them over the edge.

Pavel respects his partners boundaries of course. But sometimes, he pushes their limits in public by shamelessly kissing and groping them. He won't do it enough to get them caught just a little bit of teasing and gentle squeezing, but enough to wind them up. He respects if they deter his advances, but he can't stop his wandering eyes for the rest of the day.

He likes a tease. Whether it be wandering touches under the table, whispering something dirty, or watching his partner tease him by seductively showing their skin, Pavel can be easily turned on by the smallest thing. He says it's in the eyes. Especially if his partner is eyeing him up with a lustful glint in their eye. He will want to get them in private later on.

Pavel can be very vocal, and he uses his native language a lot more when he gets intimate. He whispers praises, and talks dirty in his partners ear shamlessly, even calling them sweet pet names in Russian. His accent also thickens too. His voice becomes low and gravelly when he talks to them. It will no doubt have his partner quivering when he so much as says their name.

Pavel is not a man for "quickies." He's a thorough partner. He prefers to take his time and properly make sure they are satisfied, if not just once, then twice. He will gladly go down on them beforehand. With either his hands or mouth, whatever they want. Frankly, Pavel likes to go down on them. He enjoys feeling their hands run through his hair or squeezing his biceps as he watches them squirm and shake...

He typically enjoys positions that allow him to see his partners face. Pavel likes to watch their expressions and reactions to his movements, so positions like missionary and cowgirl (if his partner wants to be on top) are his favourites. He's not opposed to the idea of bending them over he countertop, but he does enjoy the latter of reading their facial expressions.

Aftercare is gentle and still just as intimate. Pavel knows they're probably worn out by how thorough he can be, so he makes a point of taking care of them however they need and cleans them up. He showers them with sweet affection and talks a lot to them. He can't help but express just how much he truly loves them, as it's still a vulnerable and intimate moment to be shared.

[asdear]

Random (SFW) Pavel x Reader headcanons, imagines, whatever you wanna call them... simply because I'm bored and this man is on my mind too much. 🙃

(GIF by me)

• Whatever your gender is, he doesn't care. Having experimental/curious thoughts about other genders while in the Navy in his past life, he likes anyone, although he typically prefers women or those who are female in some way. Still, he'd be open to dating anyone.

• With how "traditional" his country is, and with him being older, he's not very open about his sexuality. You won't hear him talk about his experience being curious about other genders or gender and sexuality stuff in general, unless you initiate any of those topics. Even if he doesn't like to talk about it much, it doesn't mean that he never supports this stuff.

• Despite him being mostly closeted, if you're a gender other than female/female-aligned, he still wouldn't care about being in public with you and showing public affection.

• He usually likes to use your name when referring to or talking to you, but he'll also sometimes use pet names - most notably: angel, love, and darling. He may also switch it up and use these names in Russian.

• He is the awkward type when it comes to relationships, but the vibes of his awkwardness are innocent and adorable. Especially with his unstable mental state and childlike mentality, he's not always socially aware of the things he says, but he usually tries to say normal things to you - whether flirting with you, offering to take you on a date, etc.

• If he says anything inappropriate and doesn't know, he may or may not immediately realize it. Regardless, he doesn't try to say these things intentionally to make you uncomfortable or hurt you; with his mental state gradually deteriorating over the years, he isn't always aware of some things.

• If he realizes something he says hurts you, though, he'll immediately show guilt and apologize to you.

• He's a major softie. If you're having a bad day, he feels bad for you and will do whatever he can to help you; he likes to show lots of support when you're hurt.

• He's almost always cheerful when around you. But if he's having a bad day himself, he doesn't expect you to shower him with support as much as he does to you. Even if you do anyway, he doesn't mind, though he mainly just finds your presence alone to be calming for him.

• Even after leaving the submarine for the first time, he doesn't want to overwhelm himself with doing things in the outside world. He prefers staying inside and having close time with you.

• He mostly likes telling jokes and stories to you when you're hanging out with him. But just be aware: he's a massive talker.

• If he talks too much, though, kindly tell/ask him. He wouldn't mind if you politely ask him to stop/change the subject.

• If you want to tell him stuff yourself, he enjoys listening to you, even more than him telling you things.

• He's easy to entertain. He'll laugh at the smallest goofy things you say to him, even cheesy jokes or anything else that may appear unfunny to other people.

• But he may not understand most jokes or other stuff if it involves the modern age. Apart from having experience in hacking and other technology skills, he hasn't caught up much on modern technology. Just don't expect him to immediately get any jokes or memes that are about the recent years/are popular in recent years, especially if you're younger than him and follow younger generation jokes, memes, etc.

• With him being an older guy, and if he wants to try to go outside for a date with you, he loves dates that are often seen as old-fashioned, traditional, or iconic. These can be date activities ranging from eating at a nice restaurant, visiting a park, or seeing a movie.

• He also likes dating the traditional way, occasionally surprising you with gifts on dates, always avoiding being on his phone, and other things like that.

• He will almost always deny any gifts you give him. While he is appreciative of you giving him gifts, he doesn't want to force you to spend lots of money on him to make him happy.

• Whether on dates or just spending casual time with him, he's very touchy with you. With him not dating for many years, his touch will almost always linger on you.

• He also likes to kiss you a lot.

• But if either type of affection makes you uncomfortable, he'll apologize and back off easily. He never intends to overwhelm you with affection; again, his mental state sometimes makes him completely unaware of his actions and the outcomes of them.

• Even with him likely battling a mental health condition, like schizophrenia or something similar, all that matters is that he wants to be a gentleman and a good boyfriend to you.

[bubble-leaves]

Um, could we have some more Hodari headcanons, as a treat? Thank you!

Yep yep!

Hodari . . .

- will not let you use self-deprecating humor; he refutes it every time

- gets butterflies every time you initiate affectionate contact, especially if you hug his waist from behind

- occasionally comes to you for advice on situations/arguments with Najuma

- doesn’t necessarily want Najuma to think of you as her mom, but he does need you to be motherly for her, if that makes sense

- more or less sticks with you at social events for the village

- brings home crystals he finds while mining to you and Najuma; also, if you’re one of those people that like “cool rocks,” Hodari will make sure to bring one home for you every day

- rarely ever takes days off even though he’s his own boss, but every once and a while he’ll stay home to snuggle and sleepily chat with you

- is always touching you when you’re both in bed; you just make him that comfortable

- smiles like a lovestruck fool every time you cut his hair

- will turn magenta and hide his upper face with a hand temporarily if you gift him flowers; no one has ever done that for him before

[kentosbento]

Pavel Yudin

Mentions of prostitution. AFAB. Smut 18+

He is oddly familiar. 

A prim and proper uniform; the only mess being the flat tresses of his hair that tangle from what seems to be a constant tousling done by the man himself. There’s also a creasing between his brows like he’s thinking, or maybe reflecting, arms and legs crossed with a stern poise. His whole look can cut through you; especially the shine of a metal eagle that is glued to the head of his lieutenant’s hat– a straight-out-of-the-handbook Bremen officer. 

A Bremen pig. 

You had found your seat first on the train, and he had made his appearance quite loud and clear with the sharp stomping of his boots against the wood of the floor. There was one other face that you had seen from him, which was the flirtatious smirk that he had given you upon choosing his seat across from you. 

Handsome, yet horrifyingly so, evident in the scars and muscles that he seemed to wear with pride, alongside his medals and pristine Lugr. 

“A sight for sore eyes.” was all he had said before looking you up and down, as if undressing you with eyes, and then flitting his attention to the scenery outside of the window, almost as if you were never there in the first place. 

It is the second time that you meet him, where you witness his more grimy flirtations, climbing out of the bunker with Abella. 

“The pretty girl from the train,” he smiles at you, “and the mechanic I see...both are welcome tastes for my palette.”

Abella had tried to intimidate him, but the mention of his ‘itchy trigger finger’ had quieted her down. 

“As for you pretty girl, what a sweet thing, found the key huh…such a good girl for me.” 

You breathe in when you hear him say that, gripping at the hem of your skirt. 

‘Amusing’, he thinks. “Lieutenant Pav, at your service. Remember that name well.” 

He was alluring; a loud distraction to the horrors of Prehevil, well until he opened his mouth to threaten you. 

It isn’t until the second day of the festival at the town’s shopping district, where you meet him again. Both of you are more roughened up since the last meeting–you had lost Abella, and had encountered Karin who spat at the ground when hearing you mention Pav. He, on the other hand, had a few smaller and fresher cuts, with the occasional bandage here and there. 

“Truly miraculous that we see each other again isn’t it doll? I honestly thought you’d have been long dead by now.” 

You finally decide to say your first words to him; “And I thought you’d have found the Kaiser by now, colour us both surprised.” 

The safety flicks off his gun, a shot rings out but it never reaches you. 

“Now how do you know about that?” he snarls. 

Wild and erratic laughter fills the streets.

Pav grabs hold of you and pulls you both into what looks like a speakeasy, gun pointed at the foggy surroundings until the doors close and lock. 

He flings you into a sofa, and he takes a gander at the drinks at the bar, picking out a scotch and pouring himself a glass, making himself at home. He reloads his gun. 

“Answer my question, or I'll put a bullet in your head.” 

You try to keep still and emotionless, putting your fear into gripping the armrests of your seat. “The beggar. For a shilling she told me of a green soldier headed for a goal with the Kaiser– didn’t know she was telling the truth till you pulled the gun out fucker.” 

“Foul mouthed wench, you’re lucky you interest me.” 

“Thank you for your mercy.” You spit back. 

He chuckles then takes another swig of scotch, leaning closer and closer to you. 

“You’re familiar to me…I never forget a face, but I’m having trouble with yours.” he says, grabbing at your chin and inspecting. 

Then it clicks in his head. 

A prostitute from his time in Rondon. A soldier had made an unsavoury advance and he had shot the fuckers hand off. 

What a small world. 

“Far from home aren’t we?” he smiles, but you say nothing in return. 

Another swig, “I want to kill the Kaiser.” 

“And how on earth do you plan to do that?” you prod. 

“Sheer will and determination doll. If I kill him, I’ll avenge my family. If I don’t, I join them. Either option is fine, but if the chance to kill that thing is there…well I’ll sure as hell take it,” Another swig, “and what might you be doing here in Prehevil?” 

Your hands clasp together in your lap, and the candles waver slightly.

“Running away.” 

“No one bought you out yet? Shockingly cruel of them.” 

“But it’s exactly that! I am still a thing you can buy!” you scream, rising from your seat and heaving slightly. 

Another swig. “Well can I not pay for your company then?” His hands brushing against yours. 

“If you don’t pay, then I get to do whatever the hell I want.” 

-

Underneath the tiles of the speakeasy were the heavy breathing and hurried kisses between you and him. He kissed with such fervour; like you were a lifeline he had to hold onto, while his hands travelled to unbutton your shirt and grip at your sides. Your hands did the same, feeling up and down the grooves of his chest and abs, teasing at the building bulge in his pants. 

“Will you…hah…put less effort in… if I don’t pay you?”

You silence him with another passionate kiss. “Mmm…Whatever the hell I want…hah… remember?

Finally unbuckling his belt and tossing it aside, your fingers deftly move up and down the thick vein on his shaft–teasing, which makes him let out a moan against your neck, “S-so fucking good."

Your hand begins to fasten its pace against his whole cock now, all while the two of you continue to feel up against each other. 

“S-shit s-stop…please…” he groans, pushing away your hand. 

“W-what’s wrong? Am I not doing good?” 

“No! Gods no…but if you kept at it I definitely would’ve cum. The only place I wanna do that is on this though…” softly running his fingers across your navel. 

“Then do it.” you challenge. 

He wastes no time in spreading you wide– “fuck, already so wet for me…so perfect…”, pushing his long and thick fingers into your pussy, prodding at indescribable pleasure. 

He takes his fingers out which make you whine, however they are replaced with a sharp thrust of his hips, pressed impossibly deep into your own. 

“So fucking tight…beautiful…so good for me.” he groans, setting an animalistic pace, as though he were marking you. His touches were rough and harsh, but it was passionate and feisty which made you reach your climax faster and faster. 

“P-pav…I’m gonna cum…!” 

“F-fuck baby, do it…do it on my cock please…” 

After that, you release with a loud moan, back arching off of the bed. He follows suit, pulling out and cumming on your stomach.

He holds you close, and lays by your side, playing with your hair. 

For now, you and Pav can pretend like the world only exists within the confines of PRVHL Bop, and that everything you two needed was the space shared between the two of you. There was no Kaiser and there was no Termina.

-

First fear and hunger fic! love pav sexy sexy man.

[perseephoneee]

⭑ FIC RECS ⭑ part II

↳ fic recs part I ↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist

it’s been a few months since I’ve shared fic recs, and tumblr won’t let me tag more people in the original post 😭

as a reminder— the kindest thing you can do for writers is reblog and comment :) it’s an exhausting job and they deserve your love

VAMPIRE DIARIES

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KOL MIKAELSON

miscommunication @captainsophiestark

kinktobers 1 & 2 *smut* @wholoveseggs

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KLAUS MIKAELSON

spellbound *smut* @shrenvents

OUTER BANKS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JJ MAYBANK

linecook!jj *smut* @princessbrunette

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ RAFE CAMERON

bittersweet *smut* @nadvs

MARVEL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOGAN HOWLETT

“you’re not her” @not-neverland06

relationship hcs @corrupt-fvcker

sugar, sugar *smut* @eupheme

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ STEVE ROGERS

watchful eyes *smut* @espinosaurusrexex

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOKI LAUFEYSON

as the clock strikes midnight *smut* (series) @cleo-fox

TEEN WOLF

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ ISAAC LAHEY

tell me you want this @fangirl-writes

STAR TREK

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JAMES T KIRK

aos kirk @asgards-princess-of-mischief

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LEONARD MCCOY

pining @toboldlygohome

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ PAVEL CHEKOV

heads up @captainsophiestark

SUPERNATURAL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ CASTIEL

noises @womanhopper

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ DEAN WINCHESTER

better than pie *smut* @hintsofhoney

[degenerateworm]

You do funger?! Please yandere Pav 👁️👁️

Of course, good anon!

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Ah, the man destined to die.

Maybe with you, he doesn't have to! I feel like Pavel's obsession with you would start with seeing you on the train. You look so soft no matter your body type, like you haven't seen battle or war of any type your whole life.

Pav instantly becomes jealous. Why did you get to remain unscathed, but his family was slaughtered like pigs..?!

---

When you meet Pav, one way or the other, he seems to sneer a bit more at you than the others you are with, giving you the most venomous look you've ever received.

But at the same time, Pavel is battling with this strange attraction to you. To your delicateness, your softness... He often finds his eyes wandering your form, his thoughts perverted and disturbing for someone who doesn't even know you.

If you try to get close to him or be friendly, he brushes you off, making flirtatious remarks yet still forcing you away.

---

But when you find him bloody and beaten after facing the Kaiser, you can't help but feel empathy tugging at your heart.

So while he spits poison at you and glares, you tend to his wounds, maybe even chanting under your breath to heal him if you know magic.

Pav, fully expecting you to finish him off as he is more than easy pickings, just lies there, shocked, for a few minutes. When you ask him if he can stand he does, and when you say he can take shelter at the train, he simply walks off.

---

Now Pav sits on the train, thinking about you. Sweet, soft little you.

How could he let someone get under his skin like this? He can't rationalise his thinking. Of course, you saved his life, he'll admit that, but that doesn't explain the almost... Animalistic hunger he feels when looking at you.

Pav wants to ravage you, like a beast in heat, until there's nothing left of you that is soft and sweet.

But his heart aches as well, for something so unlike him.

Like he wants to keep you, protect you. Save you in return, from all the horrors Pav has seen and committed.

Either way, he has to have you. And he'll kill anything and anyone in his way.

---

Thank you again for your request, if you are unsatisfied then I'd love another ask!

[molliethedino]

JUST DISCOVERED THAT RETHS VOICE ACTOR ALSO VOICES MEGUMI FUSHIGURO IN JJK. 2 OF MY POOKIES??? THIS GUY IS EVERYWHERE.

[aerospas]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their pet name for you ── tos characters !

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ; ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ, ᶜʰᵉᵏᵒᵛ, ᵏᶦʳᵏ, ᵐᶜᶜᵒʸ, ʳᵃⁿᵈ, ˢᶜᵒᵗᵗʸ, ˢᵖᵒᶜᵏ, ˢᵘˡᵘ, ᵘʰᵘʳᵃ

( SWEETHEART ) sweetheart ; they'll tenderly cup your face in their hands, their thumb gently tracing the curve of your cheekbone. each glance at you feels like a stolen moment of bliss, as if the universe conspired to bring you two together. in their eyes, you are the embodiment of all things sweet and pure, a cherished gem in a world of rough stones. they'll shower you with affectionate words and gestures, their love for you pouring out in every touch and smile.

kirk, sulu

( DARLING ) darling ; it is a term that dances on their lips with an effortless grace, carrying with it a promise of warmth and tenderness. their gaze holds a depth of adoration that knows no bounds, as though you are the centre of their universe, a guiding star in their sky.

chapel, mccoy, scotty

( LOVE ) my love ; they possess an innate tenderness that envelops you like a warm embrace, their arms a sanctuary where you find solace and comfort. they lavish you with affection, expressing their devotion through every word uttered and gesture made. in their eyes, you are not just a person, but a soulmate a companion in the journey of life.

chekov, rand, spock, uhura

[csint3rlude]

★ WHEN YOU’RE SICK — STAR TREK.

-> characters: jim kirk, spock, leonard mccoy, nyota uhura, montgomery scott, pavel chekov, hikaru sulu, christine chapel, janice rand

-> authors note: this isn’t specifically tos/aos btw you can read it as either (i wrote it with tos in mind but it can definitely be perceived as either). also not directly romantic or platonic but implied reader is super close with the characters

word count: 1.4k || masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ jim kirk

for the most part, he’ll kind of just let you be. he knows that you’re sick and for the most part just want to lay down and try to feel better, and he’s a captain who really can’t get sick in the first place so he doesn’t get to see you much anyway. he leaves the bridge a few times he shouldn’t to check on you or just see how you’re doing. if you ask him to bring you something he’ll kind of roll his eyes and smile a bit in a joking manner, like he can’t believe that you’re asking him but he doesn’t actually really care and brings it anyway. after his shift, he comes and checks on you immediately and stays for awhile at your bedside. he gives in immediately if you ask him to stay and ends up also getting sick over the next few days which drives spock and bones absolutely insane, but he still believes it was worth it.

⋆｡° ✮ spock

spock would be a little avoidant, but for the reason he thinks it’s not worth it for both of you to get sick. he’ll still check up on you however or ask every other hour or so how you’re doing, and occasionally checks up on you on his own a couple of times so he doesn’t feel something akin to worry as well. i think he’d bring you things without you having to ask. maybe he had a feeling or something you were hungry or thirsty, and the next time he sees you, he’s got water and/or food. he does this because while he’s very busy and can’t be around you all day and bringing you things all day, he still doesn’t think it’s smart for you to be walking around on your own so he just brings what he thinks you’ll need. he also does it to subtly show he was thinking about you (he was worried).

⋆｡° ✮ bones mccoy

the second bones has even the slightest inkling you’re not up to perfect health, he’s all over you about it. he’ll quite literally either just find you in the hallway or specifically call you to his office so he can give you shit for working while sick. after that, he specifically puts you under his care almost immediately. for the most part, he’s still kind of bitchy but he does loosen up and gets slowly nicer throughout the day as you continue to be sick. he doesn’t bring you anything himself on his own time but if you asked him and there’s nobody else around, he’ll sigh and go get your water or extra blanket or whatever you wanted. for the most part, he’ll just tell a nurse to do that. he’s by your side most of the day, except he’ll tell you it’s because he doesn’t want you to leave the sickbay and pass out or do something dumb, but it’s really because you’re his top priority to get out of the sickbay. he does notttt wanna see you sick

⋆｡° ✮ nyota uhura

worried, but somehow in the most calmest way possible. i think she’d catch you working while sick rather talk to you immediately when you wake up and realize you’re sick. you’re probably walking around in the hallway with sweaty skin, major fever, on the verge of passing out and she takes you into a room where you guys can sit down and she just says so calmly “you really shouldn’t have come to work today” and then walks you back, tells whoever you work with that you’re sick, and then takes you to your quarters. she doesn’t stay since she has her own job, but after her shift she comes back and sits at your bedside and just like checks up on you and sees if you need anything or for her to give you medicine or water or food or something. absolutely she teases you when you’re not sick anymore

⋆｡° ✮ montgomery scott

lowkey he doesn’t notice at first. he just assumes that you’ve worked too hard for too long and tells you to take a break for a bit. when you come back, still shaken and still sickly, he’s befuddled because he was under the impression you just were overworked. he keeps an eye out for the rest of the day after that, and also makes sure to give you some of the easier jobs until he figures out what’s wrong and the appropriate means of fixing it. once he does (finally) come to the conclusion that you’re not feeling well, he’s really calm about it. he ends up just taking you somewhere you guys can sit down and he’ll get you something to eat and drink and then just like talk to you for a few minutes, he drops you off at your quarters afterwards and lets dr. mccoy now that you’re sick

⋆｡° ✮ pavel chekov

will not leave you alone at all. he genuinely takes the whole day off to look after you and everything. it’s kind of like a package deal, you’re sick so he gets to stay with you. for the most part he’d be really sweet and would fold and do basically anything you asked of him soooo quickly <3 but he can also be really clingy and kinda touchy by accident, but for the most part he really wants to take care of you while you’re sick. he’s perfect for running and getting you things. the second you ask him he stands up and runs away and comes back two seconds later with whatever you asked him for. he’s bad with medicine and regularly checking your condition however, so he gets really annoyed when there’s the occasional nurse/bones himself coming into your room to check on you but also kind of yell at him for not keeping them updated. he’d also 100% get sick after and act like it’s your fault just to become whiny and pathetic within an hour.

⋆｡° ✮ hikaru sulu

he might be the best person to take care of you in this lineup. he leaves you alone when you’re sleeping and does his own thing, brings you soups he made himself with herbs to heal you, and actually regularly checks in and makes sure your not getting worse. he doesn’t fully leave you alone though, he will occasionally come in for a little bit and you guys can hang out while you like lay there and listen to him talk or vice versa until he has to leave to do something else. i feel like he doesn’t necessarily find out your sick from you and more-so hears about it and thinks “oh. i’ll go take care of them cause why not” so you’re under his care for the whole time. typa guy to also lowkey sit with you in bed every night and kinda like gossip and fill you in on anything you missed. but only for a little bit because after like 30 mins he tells you to rest so you feel better

⋆｡° ✮ christine chapel

when you’re dragged into her office looking half dead on a random afternoon she kinda just sighs and lays you down on one of the beds. she’s very sweet while she takes care of you, but you can still see part of her wishes she had something more eventful to do. she’s another person who’s absolutely fantastic to be taken care of (the ranking is: bones, sulu, chapel btw). makes you take the most awful thickest worst tasting medicine ever but it’s after effects are absolutely delightful. while she gives it to you she says “it won’t taste good, but it’ll feel good when it kicks in.” and kinda smiles. you wouldn’t have to be embarrassed to throw up in front of her because she encourages it, tells you that if you don’t wanna be sick you have to throw up. she’d hold your hair back for you and bring you something to drink afterwards before sitting on the edge of your bed just to talk about whatever for a few minutes.

⋆｡° ✮ janice rand

she wouldn’t say something to you directly, but she’d tell whatever senior officer you’re around the most that she doesn’t think you’re feeling well. she visits you later, however. janice is smart, and she knows you’re gonna ask her for something, so instead she tries to think of important things you might ask her for like entertainment or food or water and just brings it all. she’d try to do it in a way where it just looks like she’s taking care of you, but she does kind of make it like a sleepover (where she doesn’t actually sleep over, she stays until you fall asleep peacefully) because she knows it’ll be more enjoyable for you. i think after you fall asleep she’d like tuck you in a little bit and make sure you’re warm and comfy before leaving <3 she never speaks a word of it again and acts so casual about the night afterwards if it’s mentioned

[discoonthegrass]

Finally, no overlaps between the ships! Do you wanna date Bones more than Chekov and Sulu wanna date each other?

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[dadsbongos]

hii can i ask pavel bf hcs pretty pleasee i am soo in love with him….

kinda just general fluffy ideas that ignore the various plot implications of pav actually having a significant other

you two will not organically meet, pav sees you and thinks you’re perrrdy and then amasses schemes and flowcharts and data on how he can best introduce himself to you so you’ll like him

in his head, as you’re first meeting, is basically computer code for him to find the most charismatic version of himself to make you swoon

Pavel “if smile and nod = true then kiss” Yudin

but to him its justified because he reasons his feelings are honest

he is kind of a menace tho, he ACTS very polite opening doors buying flowers, even paying your tabs

his words though… oh god he’s terrible

pav is kinda THE “i only like my partner” trope guy cuz he genuinely cannot stand talking to people that irritate him, and most people that aren’t you irritate him

openly passive-aggressive to people that interrupt his time with you

he’s also prone to just saying bizarrely horny shit out of nowhere, you’ll be on a nice date :3 a cute dinner :3 and he goes

“I like this wine, it makes me want to suck your cleavage.”

“Your hands are cold, should i warm them with my testicles?”

i also have a personal hc that he HATES unfamiliar men unless they’re visibly timid/scrawnier than him 

so he SEEMS like the jealous type at first, but his absolute disdain over you hanging around other men actually has nothing to do with jealousy he just hates mfs

speaking of: pav isn’t very jealous at his core, he figures anybody who wants to leave him will so he’s not going to embarrass himself by clinging onto someone who doesn’t want him 

however, he lovesssss jealous partners, that’s one of his toxic traits

pav loves the possessiveness and passion, being shown that he’s important to you is soso vital to him

he doesn’t actually want to be controlled and chained down, but he likes pretending he does and teasing the idea so you’re sometimes forced to play the crazy s/o when you’re… not lol

goes out of his way to say to his lil bunker buddies “oh yeah, might not wanna read this letter, my love is kinda crazy. kinda out there. a little unhinged, even, they can get super intense.”

and then your letter is just like “hi honey hope you’re sleeping well :) love you lots and keep doing your best!!”

he is VERY affectionate also -- whenever he’s home he’s clinging to you constantly

you’re cooking? he’ll be hugging you from behind

you’re reading? he’ll lay on top of you

he has to go back to work? you should come with! he’ll sneak you in :3 the bremen army will never even notice you’re there!

wants to get married so you can hurry up and move in the family housing, but also doesn’t want to get married in case you’re tied to him for his extreme treason

[angelwheat]

Pavel & S/O Headcanons

author's note: i am chronically in love with this man. he's always on my mind 🩷 (gif is mine)

interpret this as x reader if you like

In the beginning, a short while after forming a relationship with his S/O, Pavel made a point of "shaping himself up." As he had spent a long period of time alone on the sub, there were often times he perhaps went without shaving for an extra week, or wore clothes a few times more before cleaning them, as he had no one else to consider on the sub. However, he now makes a point of cleaning up his presentation now that he's with his S/O. Especially if they're someone who's well groomed themselves.

Pavel may have seemed as clingy to an onlooker in the beginning, but frankly, he's just an overly affectionate man. He loves to be close to his S/O whenever he can. Kiss them on the cheek or give them a quick side hug or pat on the back. Pavel likes to let his S/O know how fond he is of them, and it typically displays through his actions.

Pavel is not opposed to a slightly larger age gap. However, being romantically inclined with someone younger than him, even if only by a few years, gives him a vigorous boost in himself. He feels that he has plenty to learn from them, even if mediocre, like new trends or the latest jokes trending online (he thrives on a sense of humour). Pavel is almost always kept on his toes, and frankly, he enjoys it as they keep up with his typically cheery self.

Coinciding with the previous point, Pavel is very defensive if someone comments on the age gap between him and his partner. Generally, Pavel is defensive if someone critiques them anyways. He stands by his S/O always. They're his pride and joy. His one and only. Pavel will do his utmost to ensure they're protected and given the cherishment they're deserving of.

Given his foreign nature and will to speak his mind, Pavel may do just that to defend his partner. Franky, at his age, he doesn't care who he offends, so long as his S/O is protected. It also stems from his attachment to them. Given his secluded time away at sea, he ensures to keep those he cares most about very close to him.

Pavel is a traditional lover. He would often propose taking them out on a date. To a quieter restaurant, or to go see a movie, even a walk in the park. In fact, he much prefers traditional dates, as he's older. He often doesn't like the spontaneity of a quick night out. Much like nightclubs or rowdy bars aren't something he's comfortable with. He enjoys a time be can thoroughly enjoy the company of his S/O.

He is a very laid-back and easygoing partner. He lets his partner come and go as they please and doesn't squabble about who they choose to talk to. Pavel doesn't generally get jealous, but he is protective of them in many aspects, like keeping his arm around them through crowded areas, and keeping them in eye view. If he so much as senses that someone may be trouble, (Pavel can read people well given his profession around shifty people) he makes a point of speaking up to his S/O and encourages them to be careful around whoever he's suspicious of. He would hate to see his S/O hurt by someone else, and he makes a point of looking out for them.

[bubble-leaves]

Hodari, please and thank you 🙏

Mhm!

Hodari . . .

- is a coy yet completely authentic lover

- feels confused and like the world is ending when he realizes you’re in love with him; he did this to you? How? With what qualities?

- has similar feelings for when he realizes he’s also in love with you; there is absolutely no way this is going to work out

- it does in fact work out

- considers you an enigma, but in a completely pleasant way, because you somehow understand his antisocialness and mystery and decode him so effortlessly

- takes it upon himself to open up more to you and express his emotions and concerns more vividly than before

- appreciates the relationship you’ve built with Najuma; it’s incredibly important to him

- really values maternal traits and patience, as they show the maturity he’s looking for for both himself and his daughter

- appreciates if you can cook, but still prefers to cook for you so you can relax and just have the responsibility of complimenting meals

- adores if you can bake, however, since he’s not great at it

- is always terribly flustered if you make anything near a DILF or sugar daddy joke (of course, he does kinda love the correlation)

- can get incredibly flirty in response, though, if he’s feeling up to it

- actually loves flustering you; seeing you get red or squirm in place gives him a subtle thrill

- leaves you letters upon your side of the bed’s nightstand in the morning; they always say “I love you” and what mine he’s going to, just so you know where to find him

- drinks a bit, but is not irresponsible with alcohol on account of being an example for Najuma (he handles liquor well anyways)

- gets very flirtatious, extroverted, and talkative if he somehow does get drunk (of course, Najuma is still never allowed to see him intoxicated)

- can sketch really well, like REALLY well, but he hasn’t drawn since Leta passed; the only way you find out he can draw is through old drawings you find in Leta’s nightstand

- can also sing, but the same story goes for his sketches; he doesn’t really do it anymore, at least around other people

- secretly sings little working songs about love as he cooks; blushes and stops immediately if you catch him

- showers once in the morning and again in the evening; waste of water? Eh. If you’re far enough into the relationship and are concerned about water bills, just ask to hop in with him. What, you really think he’ll refuse?

[hodari-pavels-good-boy]

Espresso Chapter 2:

Heat Stroke

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5

Pairing: Hodari Pavel x Reader Word Count: 5.6k Chapter: 2/? Rating: E

Tags: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, fluff, eventual smut

A/N: This is a multi chapter Hodari x y/n story! Gender is not specified so everyone can enjoy it (though I did originally start writing it with the intention of it being a male reader lol). Tags will be updated as the fic goes. Cross-posted Here on Ao3. Fic below the cut! Enjoy :)

Hodari POV

The sun beats heavily off the stones, heat rising from the ground and into his boots as Hodari makes his way down the well-traveled path that connects the bay to the village. Raising his hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the brutal light, he debates going to the inn first before ultimately deciding to finish his work as quickly as possible to get it done and over with. 

His first stop is, as always, to the town's resident blacksmith. “Hodari!” she calls from inside, raising her hand in greeting when she sees him approach. She lays her hammer down and wipes the sweat from her face as he enters the forge with her order of iron in tow. “It’s a scorcher out here today isn’t it?” she laughs as she takes the metal from him and he hums his assent. He watches as she takes it to her backroom and out of the way before turning back to him. “Oh! I’m not going to be needing my order tomorrow, so don’t worry about making the trip into town for me.” 

He nods in acknowledgement, ‘saves me a trip tomorrow then’ he thinks before Sifuu starts speaking again. “That human that's decided to stick around, y/n, brought me some extra this morning and I won’t be able to fit anymore back there between their drop off and your delivery today. I’m all full up!” She laughs, reaching for her hammer to continue working. 

“It’s no problem then. Frees up a mornin’ for me. Maybe I’ll sleep in for once.” and they both share a chuckle at how unlikely they both know that to be before Hodari says his good-byes. 

Just as he’s about to head out Sifuu calls from behind her anvil, “You still coming to the inn this weekend? We are all planning on grabbing some lunch and taking a much needed break. It’s supposed to be even hotter, but that ain’t nothing a little ale and some good company can’t beat!” She laughs. “You can bring your girl to the tailor’s. Word down the vine is Jel’s been working on something for her as a little surprise since the last time she came into town to visit him and Tish, it’ll be good for the two of you to get out and socialize a bit. The mine’s can stay empty for half a day.” She says the last half just a little more serious and Hodari wonders how long she’s been holding it in as she’s not exactly known for her subtlety. 

Hodari thinks about it seriously for a moment before nodding his head. She’s right, it’ll be good for Najuma to get away from the shop and have some actual social interaction every once in a while. “I’ll be there, don’t worry. It’ll be good catchin’ up while we all complain about how old we’re gettin’.” he chuckles before finally taking his leave to the sound of Sifuu’s booming laughter behind him. 

His next stop is the Daiya’s farm to drop off a bit of iron Badruu had requested from him for some ‘repairs I can’t put off any more.’ Heading over the bridge and down the path a ways, he waves as the farmer comes into sight. 

“Well howdy!” Badruu greets him as he walks up to the gate. “Got something for little ol’ me there?” He asks as he removes his hat to fan himself with it. 

“Hot out here today, huh?” he comments, taking the metal Hodari hands over to him. 

“That seems to be the general consensus.” Hodari agrees. “Crops are lookin’ good. See ya got some new ones sewn out the back there. Zeki finally lower his prices?” the miner huffs.

“Oh no,” the farmer rolls his eyes, “sky high as ever. But y/n brought some late last week as a thank you for the jam Delaila sent them home with. Awfully nice of ‘em don’t you think? They seem to be settling in here quite well. Have you had a chance to really talk with them yet?”

Hodari just hums but shakes his head, he hasn’t spoken to you at all since that night in the mines. You never stop to talk while he’s in town so he’s a little surprised at this new information. “Nah. ‘m not one for chattin’ much anyways. See 'em comin’ and goin’ from the mines at all kinds of unholy hours though. Sometimes they're still down there when I get there the next mornin’”  ‘At least they’re making an effort to fit in’ he thinks as he remembers your little conversation about feeling out of place before he decides to change the topic. “How is Delaila doin’ anyways? Haven’t seen her or your boys recently, we’ve all been so busy.”

The famer laughs, “Tell me about it.” Before launching into what his family has been up to. He’s a family man at heart and Hodari has always respected that about him, it’s no secret the man gave up his dream path to settle down here to create what he has now. While he always knew he was going to be a miner, he understands the hard choices and sometimes sacrifices one makes for their loved ones. Looking at the farmer beam as he talks about how proud he is of his boys though, Hodari finds it hard to believe the man would have it any other way if given another chance. It makes his chest ache a bit as his friend talks about how he plans to surprise his wife with a nice date he’s been setting money aside for. She’ll love it he's sure, Delaila’s a hardworking woman and a spitfire in her own right, always keeping them on their toes. She deserves something nice. 

After a few more minutes of catching up, the two men say their good-byes as they head off to continue their respective work, Hodari is sure to pass on that he’ll be at the inn this weekend so they can catch up a bit later before he starts heading back into the village. With no more orders to make, he heads straight for the inn for some lunch and to get out of the heat. He almost crashes into Auni as the kid rushes past, giant backpack too big for his small frame bouncing behind him, eager to get to his daily game of cards with Hassian behind the building. “Sorry Mr. Pavel!” he calls over his shoulder, not slowing down in the slightest and Hodari huffs out an amused breath. Najuma always seems to be in a rush too, no time to slow down for these kids. 

Entering the inn has Hodari internally sighing as he gets out of the searing heat. Reth is behind the kitchen counter, already prepping his usual. He gives the kid a nod in greeting before walking over to greet Ashura who seems to be engrossed by something behind his own counter. As he gets closer, he can see the slice of pie the innkeeper is holding. 

“Got yourself somethin’ sweet there?” Hodari asks as he watches the larger man go to take a bite. Ashura turns around laughing to greet the man as he sets the plate down. 

“Can’t say no to a good slice of pie.” the older man rumbled. “Y/n baked it and dropped a fresh slice in for me and Reth. They really seem to be finding their place here after all these months. Can’t say I’m too upset with all the baked goods they’ve been dropping off in various attempts at cooking, especially recently. They’ve been catching on to how things work around here pretty quick.”

“So I've heard. Both Sifuu and Badruu were singing their praise when I stopped by. I’m-” Hodari stops when he hears Reth set his food out on the counter. He grabs his food and both men go take a seat, conversation about the new local human set aside. 

Hodari starts eating his lunch and after awhile of enjoying one another's company in silence, Ashura asks how Najuma is doing. He sighs as he sets his fork down, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t know. She seems madder’n not these days and I don’t know what to do.” Ashura nods sympathetically as he talks. “It’s been harder to talk to her lately and you know I ain't exactly a beacon of open conversation myself. Just tryin’ to figure it out as I go along, I guess.” 

Ashura shares in his worries over lunch and offers some advice from one father to another about angry teengers and the frustrations of parenting in general. By the time he’s leaving to head home, he feels a little lighter. He stayed longer than usual to avoid the sun's brutal attack at the peak of the day but as he faces the long trek home, he realizes that just means another long night in the mines and he has to bite back a groan. At least he doest have to make the trip out here for Sifuu tomorrow. 

As he walks through town, he plays the conversations he’s had today over in his mind. So many things have changed since he first moved here, young and leaving behind his family to start his own. He passes the Daiya’s eldest son and raises his hand in greeting, ‘That kid has grown up so fast.’ he thinks. ‘They all have.’ When he moved out here with Leta all those years ago, he never quite pictured this would be his life now and wonders how she would feel about all the changes that have happened, especially recently with humans appearing out of thin air. Probably handle it a whole lot better than him, he’s never been one for change if he can help it. He wonders how she’d feel about the human that’s stuck around, everyone else seems to enjoy your company. She’d probably tell him to be nice and welcome you like everyone else has and he smiles at the thought of her standing there arms crossed calling him a grump and telling him to get over himself. A bit of a reminder that even as the world changes, some things would absolutely stay the same.

Soon enough, his wandering thoughts have led him to the gate that connects to the bay. The sun still shines bright and he figures he should probably make sure his daughter is staying cool and drinking water. He makes his way towards the pond, getting ready to call her over but stops when he realizes she isn’t there. A look up the hill shows that she’s not in the workshop either. Taking a sigh, he turns and heads towards the house. ‘She better not be in those damn mines again’ he thinks as he's pushing open the door to grab what he’ll need to go after her. 

As soon as he opens the door though, he spots his daughter sitting on the couch with a whole blueberry pie in hand, getting ready to dig into it. 

“Najuma, just what in the hell are you doing?” He asks, fumbling in his thoughts. He was sure she was causing trouble and trying to put him in an early grave with worry. Now he’s just confused where she got a pie. He knows he didn't pick one up and she hasn't shown any interest in baking, much less ventured all the way into town to get any of what she’d need for it.

Najuma freezes, caught red handed as she holds the forkfull of pie halfway to her mouth. “I wasn't gonna eat it all at once!” She immediately tries to defend herself. 

“No. I-” He stops, collecting his thoughts, “One, where’d you get that? And two, why did you not put it on a plate?” He says grabbing the pie from her and walking into the kitchen to cut it. She follows behind him, eager for the treat before she gets back to work and she answers him as he reaches into the cupboard for a plate. 

“Oh y/n brought it by! They said that I’ve been working so hard I deserve a snack!” She smiles as she takes the plate from him and sits down at the table this time, already taking a bite.

He shakes his head, leaning against the counter as he watches how she devours the slice of pie in front of him and feels a little pang as he realizes how much bigger she's gotten. Despite her small size, she's growing up so fast and he wishes he could freeze time for just a little bit. She’s already in her teens now and his back aches more at the thought. Soon she’ll be all grown up. For now, they're just a bit of a mess as they try to figure it out. He finds himself wishing again that Leta were here to help him and resigns himself to the fact it’s just going to be one of those days full of wanting and nostalgia. ‘Want in one hand’ and all that..

Pushing off from the counter he walks over and ruffles his daughter's hair, giving her a quick kiss on the top of her fiery head as he goes. “Daaaad.” She complains as he walks towards the door, chuckling. He reminds her only the one piece before dinner so she doesn't spoil her appetite before he’s out the door and heading towards the mines. During his walk he thinks about Najuma telling him you had been the one to bring the pie by. He’s confused why you would be coming all the way out here to talk to his daughter when he hardly sees you himself, much less have any sort of regular conversation with you. It makes a flare of protectiveness rise in his gut, he’s not sure he wants Najuma around a stranger. He decides he should think it over a bit more before deciding anything right now, you seem nice enough and while your only real conversation had been a bit awkward, no harm was done. Wanting to clear his mind of it for now, he heads into the mines, determined to make up for the bit of lost time today.

The next morning while making breakfast, he realizes he forgot to stop by the general store yesterday before coming home. ‘So much for not headin’ into town.’ he thinks bitterly as he sets the food between him and his daughter, letting her know he forgot some things yesterday and asking if she needed anything while he was there. He writes down what she needs and lets her know he won’t be staying in town today. After they finish breakfast he heads right out, itching to get there and get home.

Wasting no time, he heads straight to Zeki’s as soon as he enters the village. He grabs the things he needs for the house and Najuma before he heads over to the register, greeting the owner of the shop. After a bit of small talk, Hodari decides he should ask the other man what he thinks about the human. 

“Ain’t too close to them, to be honest but they seem decent enough.” he shrugs. “Rest of the town seems to like them, even Eshe seems to be warming up to them, albeit begrudgingly” he laughs. Hodari nods along as he is given the information to process. “You know me though,” the other continues, “I don’t make it a habit of trustin’ people, especially people I don’t know. It’s a crazy world out there. Their gold spends as good as anyone else’s though!” he finishes with a wink and Hodari just shakes his head as he pays for his goods. They say their good-byes and Hodari promises to pass along a hello to Najuma for him before he takes his leave. 

As he’s walking out of the store he spots you leaving the inn and waving a good-bye to the cook from the doorway. He watches for a moment as you smile and greet the youngest Daiya boy and Elouisa on your way back to your home plot. He wonders briefly what it looks like now since he’s last seen it the first day you appeared here. As you round the corner and out of his sight, he starts on his own way home.

He takes the opportunity on the walk back to mull over the things Zeki told him while the conversation is still fresh in his mind. He thinks the grimilkin may be right, you’re basically a stranger and he doesn't know you very well. You seem nice enough, and clearly your presence is enjoyed and welcomed by many in the village, but he's gotta keep his family in mind and Najuma’s wellbeing takes precedence. It doesn’t help that he’s still uncomfortable with the idea that a human has been around his daughter alone and presumably in his house and he’s been none the wiser to it. Friendly or not, the two of you haven’t even spoken since the night he stayed late in the mines so it would probably be best if he put a stop to whatever is going on, at least while he’s not around. Just for now. It wouldn’t hurt Najuma to socialize more, but he’s not sure this is how he wants that to happen. 

After getting home he puts away the items and goes to hunt Najuma down in the workshop, letting her know the things she wanted were waiting for her on the kitchen table whenever she needed them.

“It’s gonna be a late night for me t’night. Don’t wait for me for dinner, there’s leftovers in the icebox for ya. Don’t forget to eat, ya hear me?” He calls from outside the shop. Once he hears a quiet muttering of ‘yeah yeah’ in acknowledgement he turns and starts his walk to the mines. He figures tonight is as good a night as any to talk to you when you make your way down. ‘Doesn’t need to be a big deal’, he reasons with himself, ‘place a few boundaries. No harm no foul.’  

Without Hodari realizing it, hours have passed since he’s been down here and he picks up his things to head closer to the entrance of the mines to wait for you. A brief look outside tells him that the sun has long since finished its march across the sky, Luna and Ignis have risen, and he can hear the crickets begin their nightly songs. As he watches the lantern bugs flit about amongst the grass and trees he starts to worry you won’t actually show tonight and he’s stayed out this late for no reason. But like clockwork, the tell tale sound of the crunching gravel beneath shoes moves towards the mine entrance and he knows it can’t possibly be anyone else but you coming down here so late.

You wave to him, offering a quick ‘hello!’ as soon as you see him standing at the entrance. He raises his hand in greeting back, taking a deep breath. You’re already smiling in front of him and he finds himself inexplicably worried he might hurt your feelings. You don’t look like you mean any harm but he can’t trust you, not yet. 

“Another late night? You’re not usually down here still at this time, shouldn’t you be home having dinner with Najuma?” You ask, curious. He watches as you pull your pack off to get your own supplies out.

“Yeah about that. Got something I wanna talk t’ya about.”  He begins. You hum in acknowledgement of the statement while you continue to sort through your pack.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You ask and Hodari finds himself fumbling a bit at the relaxed ease in your tone, talking to him as though you were friends or at the very least friendly acquaintances and not practically strangers. 

“It’s about Najuma. I-” 

“Is she okay?” you cut him off, sounding concerned and he feels a flare of annoyance. It’s not your job to be concerned. 

“Well if ya let me finish,” he starts again a bit more gruff, “She’s fine. What I want to talk about is how much you’ve been hangin’ around her. I know ya don’t mean any harm, but I don’t see much of a reason for you to be headin’ all the way out here just to talk to her. Especially when I’m not around, it just don’t sit right with me.” He watches as the words sink in, and your face changes from concerned to confused, and finally to hurt. 

“I-” you begin but he holds out his hand to stop you. 

“It’s nothing personal. But we- I don’t know you and if anything happened to her… well it doesn't bear thinkin’ about. I just can’t take that chance, ya understand?” He waits until you nod in agreement before continuing, “Good. Glad we’re on the same page then.” He reaches down and grabs his pick off the ground before resting his hand on your shoulder. “Okay then, you have a good rest of your night.” 

He hears a quiet ‘you too’ as he starts to walk away, a lighter step in his gait. That went surprisingly well all things considered. He faltered at the thought of the hurt in your eyes but you’ll get over it, it's for the best to leave things as they are for now. As he walks away he doesn’t notice the sounds of mining dont carry up the hills as they normally do.  

A few days have passed and the weekend draws near. At breakfast Najuma is quietly picking at her food and Hodari lets her know they'll both be going into town tomorrow. Instead of the incoming complaints he was expecting she seemed to perk up at the news. 

“Do you think we’ll see y/n in town?” she rushes out, her eyes wide as she looks at him. It takes him aback at her intensity. 

“I.. don’t know.” he answers slowly. “Why?” 

She sits back in her chair a little dejected. “I haven’t seen them around lately. It’s been a few days and..” her voice drops down to almost a whisper. “..I miss them.” She looks back up at him, “Have you seen them around?”

“No, I haven't.” He answers honestly, but carefully. He doesn’t plan on telling her he spoke to you about not coming around if he’s not here too. But truth be told, he hasn’t seen you at all. Not in town this week or down by the mines.

Najuma resumes poking at her breakfast and Hodari has to bite back the comment of not playing with her food, recognizing that if he says anything now it would most likely spawn another argument and he’d much rather have a tension free day when he can help it. Not looking up from her plate she mumbles “What if they left too? Like all the other humans? What if they didn't say goodbye?” his daughter looks almost on the verge of tears at the thought and his chest tightens. He hadn't realized she felt so attached to the human already. 

He thinks for a moment wondering if that may have happened but no, you couldn’t have moved on. He had just heard both Sifuu and Reth talking about how helpful you’ve been just yesterday while he was in town. He tells Najuma as such and it seems like some of the weight has been lifted from her tiny shoulders. “I hope so.. Y/n is the only one who talks to me like an actual person! They even started to bring me iron from the mine for my projects after they found out you won't let me in there!” She huffs a tad indignant at the self reminder that he won’t let her in the mines with him. 

Hodari feels a bit of guilt listening to Najuma talk about missing you. He hadn’t realized that his daughter had apparently grown so fond of you so quickly. Taking an appeasing route, “Maybe they’re just busy. Remember y/n had to start everythin’ from scratch and that takes time.” Najuma just hums, unsatisfied in the answer. “When did you two start becomin’ close anyway Juma? I didn’t even know they were visiting until a few days ago.” He says finally taking a bite of his own food hoping to encourage his daughter to do the same.

His daughter looks at him like he just sprouted another head. Not raising to the bait, he raises an eyebrow waiting for her to answer. Still looking at him confused she begins, “A few months ago, Dad. Y/n got lost looking for Hassian’s grove and ended up here. They saw me and asked for directions, remember? You were in the workshop.” Hodari sets his fork down to focus on what his daughter is saying because, in fact, he doesn’t remember that. She continues without missing a beat, speaking a mile a minute now as she recounts the day she first met you. “I gave them the directions so they wouldn’t bother you and went back to working on my sketch as I waited for them to leave but they didn’t. They asked me what I was working on and said it looked cool! None of the humans had said that to me before!” She was smiling and excited now as she talks. “Then they told me I must be ‘One hell of an inventor’ because I ‘sure have a knack for it’ because they couldn't understand any of it but said it looked ‘awesome’! I told them I couldn't finish it because you wouldn’t let me in the mines and-”

“I would have brought you some iron if you had just asked me Juma..” Hodari interrupts her, already tired from knowing where this road could lead.

“It’s not the same! Anyway you were really busy with that huge order for Bahari City so I couldn’t ask you even if I wanted to, I knew you didn’t have the time. But you’ll never believe it! They said you were right! And that the mines are dangerous and I shouldn’t go in them!” She throws her hands up dramatically and Hodari has to fight down the smile at the action. “Then later in the afternoon when we were both in the workshop they dropped off some iron for both of us, remember? Y/n told me they couldn’t wait to see it all finished and were happy to be a “patron of the arts” whatever that means.”

Najuma is looking at him expectantly and he wracks his brain trying to remember any of that. He remembers the Bahari City order, took him days to complete. Honestly he doesn’t remember much else, he wasn't sleepin’ too much during it. Eventually he nods his head, “yeah yeah I kinda remember that.” Najuma looks at him skeptically, like she doesn't believe a word of it but he ignores it as he takes another bite of his food.

“Yeah well, that’s pretty much it. Y/n would come into the bay to forage and mine and when they started home they would ask me if you or I needed anything they had picked up. Which was a little awkward at first, and kinda overwhelming but they were just trying to be nice! Eventually y/n just started stopping by the house to ask what we needed and would go out and get it while they got the things they needed, it was super helpful!”

Hodari sits there and listens as Najuma goes on to tell him how cool it was to have an adult think that she was cool and smart. He wanted to interrupt her and tell her he thinks she's cool and smart but the words catch in his throat as she continues filling him in on all he’s missed. How annoying it was that you had agreed with him but then told her she was so smart that she’ll invent a way to make mining safer in no time and that you believed in her. He feels his stomach drop the longer she talks, you had been keeping his daughter safe and giving her all the confidence in herself he’d been trying so hard to instill in her. He’s still a little concerned he didn’t know it was happening and tries to find a way to say it without coming across as the bad guy. ‘A little late for that’ his mind unhelpfully supplies.

But Najuma always has been smart as a whip and catches on quick. “I’m not surprised you didn’t notice, Dad. You’re always so busy you don’t notice a lot of things even when they’re happening right in front of you. We didn't want to bug you so we just tried to stay out of your way when we were all in the shop.” Hodari almost wants to feel insulted as goes to say he isn’t that oblivious while he’s working when she suddenly goes very serious across the table from him.

“Wait.. If you didn’t notice how often y/n was here, even when you were in the same room with us, have you not thanked them for all the gifts they’ve been bringing us since the beginning? Not even the ones they’ve brought just for you?” She asks, horrified. The sinking feeling in his stomach turns to solid lead at the question. “Really Dad? None of the extra ores? Or all the fresh meat? Not even the ugly antlers you’d been wanting? I didn’t even mean to tell them about those but as soon as I mentioned them, they brought them with the meat that evening!” She says exasperated. 

Truth be told he didn't notice the extra ores were a gift, he thought he was the one who placed them there and forgot or assumed Najuma had been messing with them late at night and really hadn't thought too much of it past that. The meat and antlers though.. “I thought Sifuu’s boy had been bringing them by.” He answered honestly, a little rattled.

Najuma shakes her head unaware of her father's internal struggle, finally shoveling another bite in her mouth and opens her mouth to start talking again. This time Hodari did interrupt her to tell her to not speak with her mouth full. She swallows before starting again. “Nope!” She says popping the ‘P’ at the end. “Y/n has been dropping off fresh meat and even whole meals for us sometimes. They said something about how they know you're always busy in the mines and I'm a growing girl. They also told me they always make too much and have extra and giving it to us is a win-win for all of us because it won't go bad and that it's one less thing we have to worry about too.” She says it very matter of factly but Hodari knows that's not how it works. You don't just make “extra” enough to feed 3 people a whole meal. You had been going out of your way to cook for them so Najuma had lunch he didn’t have to make for her and he never even noticed.

“But dad, don't tell them I said this” she whispers conspiratorially, grabbing his attention again. “I think they go hunting just to bring us fresh meat when they're out here.” She stops to eat her breakfast before it gets completely cold while Hodari thinks about just how bad he’s just fucked up. 

She shovels the last of her food in her mouth before turning her gaze to her dad, “Y/n’s really nice, you should probably thank them when you see them next so they don't get the wrong idea and think we don’t want them here.” And wasn't that just salt in a wound that’s already festering. Meanwhile Najuma carries on, no idea what her father had told you a few days ago. “Maybe that's why they stopped coming by, it's really rude to not say thank you and they'd been doing it for months.”  She looks out the window and sighs, “I don't want them to think we don't like them and not come back, Dad. I want to show them my new ideas!” 

She turns back to her father, “I know you haven’t seen them but if you do when we are in town tomorrow can you tell them I want to show them my newest idea if they have time to come by. Oh! And you can ask if they want to have dinner with us! They haven't tasted your cooking yet, we can have corn! Please?”

His throat is dry as he tells her “Sure, Juma.” before sending her to go wash up before she inevitably finds her way outside to dirty herself up all over again. As soon as she’s out of sight he puts his head in his hands. He didn’t know any of that was happening and that his daughter had grown so close to you. Much less that you had been going so far out of your way to be so kind to his little family. The look of hurt in your eyes flashes through his mind as he called you a stranger and said he couldn't trust you around Najuma and he drags a hand down his face in hopes to wipe the image out of his mind’s eye. 

How in the hell was he gonna fix this?

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AN: I love this trigger-happy bastard man, I love angst, I have no excuse. CWs: Character death, heavily implied suicide, mentions of blood, mentions of human sacrifice, mentions of Caligura, angst (no comfort) Other: Second Person POV, you and Pav kinda have a blossoming romance that's cut short. милый means darling in this context. Under read more because it's more than 100 words. Word Count: 805

Your fingertips were slick and slimy, the blood on your hands feeling sticky as it started to dry all the while the patches that stained your wrists and bits of your forearm were long forgotten. It was quiet on the train, save for Pav’s breathing, which came out in small, ragged puffs as the bandages that covered the large wound along his chest and abdomen slowly stopped needing to be changed as often. He was in pain, you knew this, and no amount of painkillers given to him by your shaking hands could help his body, much less his mind.

“And you call yourself that old one’s follower.” An airy chuckle escaped him. “Didn’t you eat people for rituals? Now you can’t handle a little blood on your hands?” 

“Sacrificed. Never ate.” You bit back. “And it’s…”

“Different?” He interjected.

“Complicated.” You corrected, taking the damp cloth you had brought back from one of the passenger carriages’ washrooms storage and wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Those people had brought me pain, I just returned the favor.” 

Silence overtook the two of you once again, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. It was like he sensed your worry, and in his bastardly ways, he tried to comfort you. “You know… maybe you and I aren’t so different after all.” This earned him a glare of daggers his way from you. “We are nothing alike, Lieutenant. You let your need for revenge corrupt you. You–”

“Turned into the exact same thing I wanted to destroy. I know.” He cut you off again, though his tone seemed somewhat distant, as if he was just voicing his thoughts and not just directly answering you. “And for what? Now look at me; bleeding out on a damn couch. It’s ironic how fitting this end is for me, left to die like a dog without mercy, just like the lack of it I showed others.” 

“Pav…” You didn’t know how to make things better for his passing, the only thing coming to mind was not leaving him alone. Nothing excused his actions, the crimes he committed against innocent lives being monstrous and vile, yet maybe he was right. Maybe revenge also clouded your judgment. 

And maybe… just maybe… this festival, even though you weren’t a contestant, was also your punishment. Perhaps he was also keeping you company during your final moments. That mobster didn’t seem too pleased when you pushed him down a flight of stairs back in the city. And between two creeps, you would take Pav any day, but he wasn’t in any condition to come to your rescue if your club slipped from your bloodied hands. 

“My mom would’ve liked you.”

His words made your attention snap back towards him. “What?”

Pav chuckled, this time hard enough for him to wince and hiss from the pain. “You heard me.” He began. “This whole dying thing… life flashing before your eyes… Thought back to when I wasn’t such a complete fucking bastard, before He took my actual life away… мама would’ve like you.”

A sad smile tugged at your lips as you reached to wipe his forehead again, the now dark red stained cloth bringing as much comfort as a priest coming to a patient’s deathbed. “Going soft on me, Lieute–”

“Pav… Pavel, please.” He corrected. “My family wouldn’t like that to be how I go to meet them. I’ve always been snarky and got under people’s skin… so consider yourself lucky to see this side of me.” His breathing seemed to get slower, and every once in a while his words slurred. He was tired, you both knew it. “Maybe if it was any of the others, I’d be snappier… Guess I like ‘ya a little too much.” His face held a pained snicker, but you knew he was being at least somewhat genuine. “I’m tired, милый.”

You nodded, scooting closer from your place on the floor, tongue swirling the capsule underneath it. “Do you think I’ll get to meet them?” You asked, receiving a shake of the head as an answer. “As much as I’d like to believe we’ll see them… we’re not going to a place with pearly white gates. Not us.” He added, bringing a bloody, nearly limp hand to brush against your back. 

“Anything is better than here.” You argued, earning one last chuckle from Pav. “I suppose it is.” He agreed.

True to those words, the train door opened, the bone-saw wielding festival contestant finding the two of you peacefully asleep, away from the horrors that awaited you had you chosen to stay. And whether or not the two of you escaped the Gods or ended up in a void, nobody knew. Maybe you and Pav were somewhere much worse, but for now… so was everyone in Prehevil.