Hello!! May I request some dating (+some nsfw if you want to) headcanons for Lorentz Butterfly please? (With afab!reader pls)
Take as much time as you need^^ I wish you a wonderful day or night!
lorentz butterfly dating hcs — lorentz butterfly x gn! afab! reader
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — content. sfw & nsfw content included, just bullet point stuff, lorentz is very borderline yandere to be frank.
m note: i didnt know this was an option but sure
synopsis: self explanatory
dating ; sfw
you are the one thing she loves because of the unpredictability, and she can't help but want more of what she doesn't know would happen, and that's the best part about being with lorentz.
lorentz isn't one to love someone that fits into the puzzle, i'd say she wants someone who just understands her, and respect her.
originally she planned on warning her s/o about how little time she might have to spend with you, but ends up really just halving her time for research and time for you because of how much she really feels for you.
has the bookmark and charm you made in whatever she reads next or is reading.
back hugs are her favorites! there's just something about having you in her arms, head against the back of your nape; just silently humming while you do dishes.
despite how much time she may spend on her experiments, and how careless she is considering her knowledge on the theory of chaos—she'll always find her way back to you.
has made a matching bookmark to the one you made for her, although being known as a sociopath,
she always only has one exception because everyone else is merely a variable in your little world with her, there's only one person she'd throw everyone under the bus for that isn't herself;
it's you.
also note, she's very 'perverse' when it comes to exploring romance, not in the weird way—more like she wants to know every single reaction you have from separate ways,
like kisses, do you like it better when she peppers them on your collarbone, or down your spine?
or hugs, she'll actually, believe it or not, take in your preference. although she likes back hugs, if you like otherwise, she'll learn to warm up to them.
[ WARN ]: anything below this text box is under the umbrella of having: injury, blood, killing mentioned. feel free to swipe off now, or scroll towards the nsfw headcannons.
dating ; how far she'd go.
she could and would kill anybody who gets way too close to you. you are her partner, therefore anyone else is easily disposable, and unnecessary in her eyes.
lorentz is too overpowered as many people would note, and she won't hesitate to use that power to 'protect' you. even if protecting means to blow the world up.
unfortunately she will probably forever end up as ruthless as ever, with only her walls down around you,
to explain her actions to you though—she hides behind the excuse of 'being morally grey'. she walks a very thin line between black and white,
lorentz will never ever hesitate to kill off any family members that disapprove of either of you. makes sure to make it clear maybe either injuring or killing one in order to make an example of what she can do.
dating ; nsfw / sexual content ahead
the whole thought behind making love is nice to her actually, believe it or not. she thinks its one of the beauties anybody can offer, but to push it to its maximum—you should find someone who fits you the most.
dacryphilia: there's just something about seeing you cry from how good you feel, especially when all she's doing is fingering you, it's the cutest part about you in her own opinion.
bondage: she'd get off to how weak and feeble you look when you're bound up by rope she learned to make. as long as they pry any of your body parts of your control :3
oddly specific: but she likes fucking you, whether it'd be fingering, eating you out, or with a strap, she likes to fuck you when the moon is at its highest and brightest. it's just a thing.
praise: only because she considers her praise to anybody very valuable, when she compliments, she wants to let you know it means a lot. you are doing well and she wants you to know.
thigh riding: she thinks seeing you grind helplessly and tirelessly like a cute puppy is the best view anybody can get.
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
| 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.
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. . . Her hand clutches yours even tighter and a whimper is heard. You're not sure if it's hers or yours.
Hellooo!! May I please request Зима as a lover? Just sweet fluff with how he caught feelings, how he expresses his love, silly things about him, headcanons, etc. I hope this wasn't too confusing and I'm super sorry if I broke one of the rules, you can just ignore this if I did. Thank you so much nevertheless!!
WINTER ADRIFT — Zima x reader.
i. SUMMARY: Zima as a lover.
ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!
iii. NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words.
iv. A/N: Hiii anon!! I was really happy to write this, I love this silly little man. Thank you for the request! ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ
Zima is a very serious looking person. He doesn’t smile often, his words are few and far between, and when he does speak it is quiet and under his breath.
Despite this somewhat intimidating appearance, Zima is a very soft person at heart. He adores his little bird, his notebooks filled with scribbled poetry and other writings, and of course you.
You, who appeared in his life as quickly as rainfall, bringing a certain light that he’d never experienced before. You, who split his life into two: the Before, and the After.
Before, he was a lonely poet wandering the Far East, with no one but wild animals to keep him from complete isolation. There was only his bird, his poems. It was a quiet life, one that let loneliness seep in far too quickly for his liking, but it was predictable and calm.
And then came the After. Before, he didn’t mind the solitude. But After—After, he couldn’t bear it, because he’d finally gotten a taste of what it was like to not be alone.
Zima’s days turned from sitting still for hours, writing diligently in his notebook, to walking alongside you through trees, watching the snow fall against his windows together, and baking bread in a kitchen far too small for two.
He fell for you very quickly, even if it took a while for him to realize it. It was only when he reflected upon his notebook and its contents, and noticed the sheer amount of writings dedicated to you. He doesn’t quite focus on his work after he’s penned it, so it was easy enough for the poems to be composed and then tucked away into his mind without realizing how many of them were a reflection on his feelings towards you.
By the time the two of you were properly together, he had already written enough to spill the contents of his heart ten times over.
He’s a very early riser, so he always ends up waking up before you. When he wakes up, he likes to look over at you; to watch your chest rise and fall in a careful rhythm, and observe the way your lips slightly part with every puff of breath. He’ll brush a hand over your forehead first, moving any loose strands of hair out of the way, before pressing a quick kiss to it.
Physical affection isn’t easy for him—in fact, he’s rather shy about it. He would prefer to hold your hand or chastely kiss your cheek rather than be overly affectionate, but if you ask for a hug or kiss, he won’t refuse.
(He gives amazing hugs. Just tight enough to feel secure without being restricting, and warm enough to keep away the winter chill.)
Even if he wants to shower you in sweet words and compliments, he isn’t flawless in the language and sometimes his speech fails him. Talking out loud is more difficult than writing, so the loving compliments he does give you are to be treasured.
Instead of words, he leaves you with gifts. A poem, dedicated to you. Wildflowers, picked from the snow and tied together with a ribbon. Baked foods, each more delicious than the last.
He’ll spend hours with you, not talking, just existing in the same space as him. If you sit with him long enough, you’ll be able to hear quiet mumbles under his breath as he becomes fully absorbed in his writing.
He knew he loved you as soon as the animals became as comfortable around you as they were around him. It began with his bird, who despite being all but glued to his side ever since they had met, decided to land on top of your head and settle in your hair. Next came the rabbits, and the ferrets, and then all of the rest of the creatures.
Those animals were his companions, his friends. It was inevitable they would love you just as much as he did, and seeing them warm up to you so quickly was only further proof that you were the one for him.
Seeing you sitting there, with his bird nestled into the crook of your neck, a fox curled on your lap and an elk resting at your side…
He can’t think of a moment where he’s felt more content.
I'm sending this anonymously but i am one of your mutuals (guess who >:3) and I wanted to request a Vertin X shy!S/O fluff cause i'm completely in love with her (hint: i like a certain pink haired girl and i love Italians)
pairing(s): vertin x gn!reader
a/n: Hello!! Truth be told, I could tell just from the ">:3" emoji alone haha, it's always such a joy to talk with you (:
I'll get to all of the thirsts in my inbox I swear, I've just been really in the mood to write fluff lately
Vertin with a Shy!Reader
: ̗̀➛ Vertin isn't really shy, just more of an introvert who has a hard time expressing what she feels. Because of her past experiences and the people she has lost, she never really saw the point in building a relationship with someone whether it be platonic or romantic.
: ̗̀➛ That said— one thing that the Timekeeper has always been is curious. Your naturally shy and closed-off character piqued her interest even more so than the others, and she wanted to know everything about you.
: ̗̀➛ It's in her nature to be inquisitive and prying about everything; you, in particular, are no exception. Although it's true that her that this has gotten her into trouble more than a few times, she can't really bring herself to care if you're involved.
: ̗̀➛ After a while, her curiosity wasn't only for you and everything about you, but also for herself. Poor girl is usually so rational and calculated, but once she's in your presence all of that is completely gone. She believed herself to be a person who's very self-aware, yet you have her questioning everything as she knows it.
: ̗̀➛ Why does the world, usually so dreadful and miserable, feel so much more colorful when you're around? Why can't she take her eyes off of you? Why is it that whenever there is danger, her first concern is if you're alright? What is this... thumping in her heart that just can't seem to stop whenever you so much as look at her?
: ̗̀➛ It's love. Vertin was well aware of that fact, and it scared her. Scared that you might not feel the same way. Scared that the two of you will go back to being strangers once you find out. Most of all, terrified that you'd be put into danger because of her actions.
: ̗̀➛ You may have been shy, but you're not oblivious. You're aware of how she treats you differently from the others and you can feel how she gazes at you with unbridled love from across the room. You also know that Vertin would never tell you how she truly feels because of her fears.
: ̗̀➛ Sure, confessing your love to her despite all of that might have been a selfish move, but do you regret it? Not at all. You're prepared for the worst— as long as you're facing it with her. The process of the confession, though? The two of you were bumbling idiots who couldn't properly articulate their feelings even though you both have thought of this exact scenario a million times before.
: ̗̀➛ Still, it was worth every second. Vertin might not show it, but she's completely over the moon. Suddenly, the world isn't such a negative place— suddenly, she has hope. It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep her going.
: ̗̀➛ She's very patient with you. She knows that all of this about relationships and feelings is entirely foreign to you, and while that may also be true for her, she makes sure to put in the effort to be extra understanding since she knows of how timid you are and all she wants is for you to be happy and safe.
: ̗̀➛ Of course, she also tries to improve her ability to communicate. You're the only one who she feels like she can be vulnerable with and finally let the walls she's built around herself down. It's the first time she's felt so... secure and loved in someone's presence, and she wants to make sure she's the best version of herself for you.
: ̗̀➛ Until she's done with that though, expect random shows of affection throughout the day. Mostly her just remembering she hasn't kissed you or shown you love in the past 30 minutes and spontaneously deciding she needs to give you a peck on the cheek.
: ̗̀➛ Her sudden touches surprises you sometimes, but it's cute! You're just happy to see Vertin getting more comfortable because both of you were very hesitant to even hold hands at the start of your relationship.
Oooooh I saw your reblog on my post and I'm intrigued to see what you can do! >:D
If you have the time, I would like to request for a Horropedia x fem!reader for a headstart... Maybe specifically with the reader also wearing glasses? It would be funny if he asked if the design is from any movie and stuff XP
No rush and good luck! 🙌
Thank you so much for the ask, yay! I tried my best. And sorry for the wait! I had school finals ;-; Didn't really have much time nor energy to write--nonetheless, I enjoyed this!
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(◇BESPECTACLED ◇)
♡ Horropedia x Fem!Bespectacled! Reader
♡ Type: Narrative, One-Shot-- Reader Self Insert (denoted by (y/n))
♡ Genre: Romantic Fluff
♡ Content Warnings: None!
Enjoy~
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"I'll admit, I can absolutely say the first X-Ray Monkeyman movie is fantastic, although the second film is compartively sub par..."
It was a quiet evening, sunlight flowing through the windows and painting the room in scarlet and tangerine. Within the pallid walls of the foundation, you were assigned the blandest of paperwork.
Well, it would've been a quiet evening if it weren't for Horropedia's--your best friend and current coworker-- perpetual chatter.
His voice tends to carry, Horropedia's, although nonetheless you didn't quite have the heart to silence his persistent jibber-jabbering. The absolute glow on his face whenever he discussed one of his favorite horror movies or was asked about the latest horror debate was incomparable to anyone you've ever seen, a gleaming grin on his face as his glasses shimmered with a tiny, piquant starlight in the evening sun. Eyes like honey, delicate and sweet, and an intellect, serrated, sharp.
Indeed, he had not a tint malevolence of in his jabbering or gaze, just passion.
"Hey! ... (y/n)? Earth to Miss (y/n)! You alright there?...It looked like you're looking straight into the void. Careful, the void stares back should you gaze too long," He chuckled heartily, taking a swig of his coffee.
"What? Oh, nothing." You muttered, shaking your head-- you blinked rapidly in the light of the sun, attempting to reorient yourself. "Lost in my thoughts. But, anyway, I still think the second movie's better than the first." You chuckled.
He smirked as he processed your counterclaim. "Actually, while I can respect your point, the first film is definitely better than the first. Scares are higher quality, the actors give a more believable performance..."
"Well, didn't the second film have better marketing?"
"Not quite. While the second film had a more active marketing campaign, the first one was more successful. In fact, in one of their first screenings, they sold limited edition glasses similar to the pivotal artifacts from the movie. It was only sold at the premiere, it was a huge success... in fact, these glasses aren't ordinary spectacles," He stated, proudly, pushing up his own glasses. "They were in fact the glasses sold at its premiere!"
"Oh, wait," He said excitedly, rushing over to you, "Those glasses look familiar... did you get them from the film's premiere? I did, myself--" He slipped off his glasses and stepped in front of you, proudly presenting the inner pattern of the frames to you, bumping shoulders with you. He was so absorbed in his ramblings, he didn't notice the streak of pink dashing across your face. "They may not look like much, but see here? This inner pattern--it's highly distinctive!"
Your face brightened at his enthusiasm. "I don't think so, but I guess you can look sometime."
He turned up to you, and slipped on his glasses again. "Wait, lemme see here for a second-"
Before you had a moment to object, he stepped right in front of your face and was peering to the side, in an attempt to see the inner rims--in doing so, he bumped noses with you as you gasped in surprise. It took him about three seconds to realize what he was doing.
One -- he touched noses with you, brilliant eyes amber in the dying sunlight, enthralled by his passions.
Two -- he peered to the side, searching for that telltale pattern in pure, analytical fascination.
Three -- he pulled a strand of hair out of your face, behind your ear, his movements, delicate.
It was to get a better view.
After that final moment ticked by, there was a beat as Horropedia stared at your face. Then his cheeks flooded with fuschia, his eyes growing wide as saucers. His hands began to shake.
"Oh." That's all he could stutter out.
For once, he had nothing to say.
"...I guess I'll...I'll...um..."
He slowly slipped off your glasses, taking a step back--just one.
He then, shakily, slipped off his own.
He stared down at the two pairs in his hands.
"...nope...haha...yours aren't the souvenirs..."
You couldn't speak.
His head tilted up again into your direction, glancing up at you as he continued to awkwardly fumble with both your glasses in his hands.
"...(y/n)?"
"...mm-hmm?"
"...Have I ever told you...uh...you look...look...I love the way you look...with...uh...your eyes with...your eyes are really gor--gorgeous with no glasses and your glasse-"
He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. You had cut him off when your lips touched his.
It was a gentle, saccharine kiss, his supple lips meeting yours with adoring pressure and fast succession. His kiss was zealous, albeit pure--and clearly, he didn't mind it at all.
He was so absorbed into the kiss that, several moments later, both of your glasses clattered to the floor from his hands.
He dragged himself away, his visage frazzled and--to say it plainly, an absolute blushing mess.
"...Whoops," He chuckled, reluctantly bending down to scoop up both of your spectacles. He handed yours over, hands still shivering. "I--I believe these are yours." He said with an awkward grin as he shoved on his own glasses, brushing stray hairs out of his face.
You grappled your own glasses in your hands, an involuntary smile tugging at your lips.
"...(y/n)?" He asks.
"Yeah?"
"... thanks for listening to my stupid questions."
You step back up closer to him, his flustered expression a badge of his affection.
"It's my pleasure," You smile. "And, Horropedia?"
"...yes?"
"... would you like to take your glasses off again for a second?"
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I had a great time writing this, but just FYI that this is my first request anywhere! So definitely feel free to give me some feedback. Hope you enjoyed!!
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.
i. SUMMARY: Click can't help but take a picture when he sees you.
ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!
iii. NOTES: Fluff, gn!reader, 0.2k words.
iv. A/N: my first non-genshin work! sorry it's so short i wanted to finish this quickly ;-;
A loud click broke the silence of the night. Startled, you turn to see a shadow glimmer and flicker from existence, melting in with the darkness. It vanishes in an instant, leaving you alone in the dark, lamp-lit streets.
“Uh…” You carefully watch the spot where the shadow disappeared. “Click, is that you?”
“I’m sorry…” The voice came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. It was soft and lilting, with the barest echo at the end of his words. The sound of it was oddly comforting. “I just saw you standing there, and the light from the streetlights made your face look so… nice.”
In a matter of moments, the figure begins to rematerialize. Click appears in all his tattered war uniform and pale grey skinned glory, sheepishly holding his camera up. His hands curled tightly around each side of the device.
“You know you can just ask for a photo,” You say with a small smile.
“I know… I just love how you look when you don’t think anyone’s watching,” He murmurs. “Your expression is far softer. And that combined with the lighting… it almost looks like you’re glowing.”
He cleared his throat, his cheeks blushing lightly.
“Sorry… am I keeping you out in the cold?”
“It’s fine—”
“You should go home.” He interrupts. “But before you do… could I trouble you for a favour?”
“Of course, what is it?”
He holds up his camera. “If you don’t mind… could I take one more?”
