#r99 pavia

[pav-ia]

childhood friend pavia x gn reader !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“its gelato! do you like it?”

he smiled and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded and left abruptly, your dog following close.

not that that would stop you, however.

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

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

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

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

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

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

that night, you visited pavia again.

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

“how come?” he asked curiously.

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

“festival?”

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

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

“mhm.”

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

“..pavia?”

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

you kept talking that night, even without his response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“no worries, [name].”

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

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

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[hutahuta]

Thoughts on Pavia introducing his GF to his wolf family? Maybe they already knew bc he’d come home smelling different and now they know who that other scent belongs to. I love the domestic idea of GF living with Pavia and telling the wolves to “go to papa” like GF is mama to the wolves also

P.AGE OO.5 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

fem!reader // x pavia

✦ — this is SO cute awkawksjsdksj our precious babyy <33 i love you so much for this wjsjajsjs my heart ;(((

He was never one to settle down for a domestic life. But to think— You'd make such a good wife for him, though. Wouldn't you? Hearty meals every single day, venturing out into the world beyond together and preparing him that tender bath he needed after spilling ever the amount of blood when slaughtering his prey alive when he's out and about on his job.

You, however, have yet to meet his family. Pavia was 100% reluctant at first. This is his blood, his kin. The only family he'd ever grown to have and love. But you're his beloved girlfriend, aren't you? That famous, sweet voice of his bitterly adding the cold tone in which he spoke of.

' Come in, it's fine. Just be careful not to be eaten by them. '

What did he mean by that? Those playful 'jokes' of his always left you rendered silent, but your innocent mind nervously laughed it off.

It was jarring how someone like you could even become his S/O. You're perfect in more ways than one, and he can see it. So why meddle yourself with someone so tainted as him? That man has blood on his hands. Human blood.

Nevertheless, it seemed as though you were adamant on being with him. But he always told you in such a playful manner, that you're an idiot for thinking to fall in love with someone like him. But your persistence and your constant support on his behalf had both annoyed him and made him adore you.

Here you were now, simply waiting under the humble sofa which you had sat neatly atop. Your eyes transfixed on the battered, torn papers left in a mess within the tables, the dimly lit room proved to be no more than his fault.. and this distraction kept you at bay before you felt something wet sniff the bridge of your leg.

Whether you looked down in quiet silence or you freaked out is your choice, but Pavia couldn't help but quietly watch from a distance, not involving himself unless if needed. He saw this as a test of some sort.

This was the only family he'd have back then. Darkness swelled around Pavia, and he'd be forever alone until that faithful day he had met you. No longer shall he fester in silence and fight his constant urge to burn every building within the area whenever he'd spark back to the day he'd been locked up. Everyone has some trauma in them, and it often shapes them how they are today:

For Pavia's case, he may say things that he doesn't mean or struggles to pick up on social cues, but that doesn't make him any less different when you tell him that you love that he's fighting for your love day in, day out.

But the moment his fellow canine friends surrounded you with the constant sniffing and your patient nature making them seem like you're no threat, you were greeted by a sudden lick against your cheek. They knew. Of course they did. They have a better sense of trust than most humans.

You were sure Pavia may have prepared them by adorning his wall with the many pictures of you within his room, and that familiar face definitely echoed something within their minds, but it proved to be all content when Andrea started drooling on your shoes and Pavia seemed to scold her for it; snapping out of your thoughts in an instant.

Your scent to a wolf is everything. This is how they trace you, mark you, and familiarise themselves with you. When Pavia returned home with a different scent to his own, the constant barking to the foreign scent made them seem like you were harming Pavia.

 You didn't flinch, but you waited until their eyes gave some sort of approval for you to touch, and when you did, by the gods did the angels send you directly to heaven when they tickled you with their noses and pulled off one another just to be seated by your sides, or your lap. Constant pets, adorned with kisses on their foreheads, gentle giggles breezed a reminder of how utterly mother-like you are..

To think, Pavia would ask himself. Would you treat his own children like that one day?

The sight nearly drowned the merc in a wave of relief, but a heavy laugh followed over from how you, yourself, were getting mercilessly drowned by the constant affection feeding into you seconds after. You muffled a plea for help and mercy, but your body was overcome with the shadows that happily lapped up heavy affection from just a few touches from you, patience and understanding.

Whether you knew how to handle dogs or not is genuinely your own skill choice, but Pavia will never forget how you willingly offered your safety to allow yourself as to get to know his own kin.

Trust radiated between human and beast, connections transcended out of the boundaries between the ordinary world and it offered them a place where they could wonder the touch of a woman's hand. So gentle and patient, yet firm and strict.

What might've taken a few weeks, turned into months when you were regularly greeted by whimpers that direly needed your attention so often, fur being shoved against your bare skin became a norm for you.

Pavia couldn't hold back the moment you kneeled down and spread your arms for Peter to dash in almost immediately:

Or the time you'd hold back your laughter from the drool being trailed against the floor to the cupboard when Andrea brushed past your leg.

Being patient with Maleficent, offering gentle pats and kisses for all to love.

When they'd all huddle around you, you're constantly in a battle of affection when they'd refuse to leave your side. They've lacked feminine touch, and neither the pups or Pavia realised how much it truly meant for your warmth to strike them all in the gut.

'Go to papa darlings.' ' Go help your papa, okay?'

To say he was astounded by how patient you were with them is something he'll never grow tired of. And 'Papa'? Pavia swooned.

How dare you attack him with that beautiful feeling of a heartache that swelled nothing but love and admiration for you?

When sleeping, they'd all huddle around you both. As if you were their parents, the ones they'd long for. Pavia never realised he needed such a domestic life until he had found you. When you offered that place of comfort, the only thing he'd need to ever worry about was straying too far away from you.

Gentle lips touched his own as you quietly mumble a soft 'thank you' as if to say you were honoured to have spent a lot of time with his blood. He couldn't explain how he wanted to thank you, but no words came out. He just held you. Right there, in his arms. And rocked back and forth as if to claim that he was grateful for all your hard work. Something he truly admired..

Your protection is guided by him, and your kin. You're one of them now, and you're entirely his. <3

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[sillestcritter]

HEAR ME THE FUCK OUT.

Horrovia.

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[paviastrashyrings]

(Celebrating finding a fellow Pavia liker) Hello! Hope your day’s been nice! Could I request something of Pavia with a Reader who’s also a mercenary? But they’re friends in a sense? (Maybe more?👀 Teetering on the lines of platonic and romantic) Like they see each other while on their own separate missions and just decide to either throw their missions in order to hang out, or discreetly help each other out from a bad situation every now and then cause they consider the other one of the few people they like. Even the wolves go running to Reader from time to time when they pick up their scent in the area.

How absolutely exciting, I am (meowing) more than willing to indulge in more Pavia, dear reader! is it 3 am when i am deciding to pick this up? Not that you can prove.

So join me now, dear readers, in another sweet dream of our Wolf and his pack.

Pavia is certainly the spontaneous type, unable to live a life that isn't exciting somehow, and while out on work he spots you.

Looking awfully suspicious.

What were you doing, dear reader? Hiding a body?

"well well, amico mio. I didn't think you had it in you." and he'd watch you jump, laughing at how focused you were.

You seemed on edge, and normally he would tease you for being so tense, but today?

Today was different. Today he saw the dirt under your nails and bags under your eyes, you were in sorry shape, it's safe to say he understands what its like to be there.

"Now, Amico Mio, if i were to propose a spa day of some kind after we finish hiding this body would you be interested?" he would ask, jumping into the grave you were digging for the poor sap you had given an untimely fate to.

Of course he'd help you hide the body, what kind of person do you take him for?

Once the dirty work is done, he drags you back to his place and as soon as you walk through the door; the wolf pack is on you.

Circling you, sniffing you, getting black fur all over your clothes. Peter even brought a toy and lowered into play bow with a wag of his tail.

You couldn't help but play tug of war, wiggling the thick rope toy to hear a playful growl. Maybe you even growled back, the playfulness from peter only increasing as you did.

To Pavia; watching you play with his pack even after a long day was a sight for sore eyes. You even growled back, a person after his own heart, to him this was like seeing his siblings or children with his trusted friend.

Once you were done playing with peter, he brought you to the kitchen and demanded you wash your hands as you watch him pull a tub of gelato from his freezer.

He meant business, it was not a game when it was his gelato coming out of the freezer. You washed your hands without a second thought and he served you a good helping of the black truffle gelato, of course he served you first.

you wait for him to finish serving himself before you both walk back to his living room. He sprawls out onto the couch, lazily spooning the rich gelato into his mouth.

You were sat with his feet over your lap, attention turned to the t.v in comfortable silence. The gelato was smooth, no wonder he was so serious about the damn freezer.

He takes your dish and spoon with his once you both finished the serving of gelato, not asking if you wanted more and just putting them in the sink.

He comes back and is disappointed to find you still politely seated, urging you to immediately lay back. If you listened without protest, he would promptly take that as an invitation to lay on you.

His face met your chest in a graceful manner, not caring whether you had anything there, pressing his ear to your sternum and listening to the sound of your heartbeat.

This wasn't the first time he had done this, you two had grown comfortable with touch after learning to trust each other.

"You know, amico mio, I was out on work too." he mumbles into your chest, your hand languidly working through his hair, the feeling of his soft hair between your fingers was satisfying for the both of you.

"but it can wait, you are too warm and i am too comfortable to get up." so now you were trapped here. An oversized dog laying on your chest; speaking about how annoying his coworkers were.

His shoulders were untensed, his jaw was too. Normally its the opposite, but it seemed that for today you were a comfort for him.

No shenanigans, no tomfoolery. Just the sound of your heartbeat, the feeling of your hands raking through his hair. You gently remove his glasses, despite his quiet complaints, and place them on the coffee table so they couldn't be crushed.

He closes his eyes, breathing in your scent, he thinks that maybe he should do this more often. Your hands were warm, your heartbeat was calm, his eyes were heavy.

He'll never admit to falling asleep on your chest, even if you watched him do it, he doesn't sleep unless his body really needs it.

Well...just maybe your hands were good at playing with his hair and your heartbeat was a soothing lullaby.

He is so. Your honor, he is so. So. And I would give my life for him, your honor, without a second thought.

Well dear readers, it seems tonight that I am the one which struggled to sleep, so take my sleepless dream and let it bring you joy.

signed, yours with love

Moon.

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[ryo-ri]

Do y'all ever wonder if Pavia's love is all consuming if he ever finds someone he wants to love and does genuinely love. If he could eat 3-pound black truffle ice cream cake all on his own (I hate his aunt) who's to say he wouldn't consume someone's love like a newly born infant that still thinks there's an extension of their mother? Or a cannibal loving the feeling of someone, someone kinder being a part of them? Though with a lot of time and work (it's going to take really goddamn long) a relationship with him would be healthy enough it's just that the beginning of the relationship his sense of love is, is warped

I was listening to vampire empire and I couldn't stop thinking of angst ideas

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[spi-ins]

veerryyyy old pavia render,,,, ffirst nontwink ive ever drawn :fire: :100:

from november 2023

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[arcosoffireheart]

out of curiosity. taps the reverse 1999 fandom of tumblr.

Based on just these three I have displayed in my profile, what vibes do I give you or what kind of person do you think I am

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[strawberry-tom]

Yes I didn't color the pizza, but it's pineapple (since he's Italians and oBvIousLY they all hate pineapple pizza).

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[virtualfukase]

❒ — Pavia rentry graphics

[ requested by anonymous . . ]

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[pav-ia]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[hutahuta]

I SAW PAVIA AND STARTED SPRINTING, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE

Maybe some headcannons about a protective Pavia? I mean, being a mercenary probably has gotten him some (read as a lot) of enemies, especially considering he’s good at his job! So it wouldn’t be a surprise if his partner got targeted as a way of getting to him. Obviously, Pavia’s not gonna let that happen, not by a long shot. Maybe hurt/comfort in a way? And gender neutral if it’s okay!

P.AGE OO.2 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

thank you for requesting, i hope you like this <333 ( •̀∀•́ )ﾗ✧ !

Unfortunately for him, Pavia bore the scars of a life that was etched by loss and fleeting connections. No human ever got as close as you did with him, so it was important to protect such things. Yes?

His heart encased in solid steel and armour, found solace in the comfort of your arms. Yes, this man was laid back most of the time, but under that thick smile of purity and hearty laughs, he wanted to keep you forever as his own.

Embellished in jewels and tied and restrained for himself. Guarded by his sole bonds of his canine family, he couldn't possibly think of letting you be exposed to the outside danger out there.

Every beat of his heart echoed with the lingering memories of his past separations. His bond broken with his family and his scarred nature of a relationship broken down with his aunt. He doesn't know how to handle such things, he wasn't taught proper coping mechanisms.

You, vulnerable to attacks, not necessarily naive but still innocent as a feather; are more susceptible to violence catered by Pavia's enemies surrounding him on a day-to-day basis..

And—,, the thought maliciously stabs him every single time. To see you lying in your own warm, pool of blood. He hated the sight, and vowed to always keep you with him, safe and sound even if it meant his own skin will be torn apart. Pavia, originally, had nothing left to lose. He had nothing to go down with. His legacy was scarred with the torment of his past. His family had no connections with him whatsoever, and he planned to keep it that way.

This fear, an indelible mark left by the merciless hands of fate, propelled Pavia to assume the role of a vigilant guardian. He shielded his beloved with unwavering determination, an impassable fortress erected to defy the encroaching shadows of abandonment.

Skeletal hands trace the outline of your jawline towards the base of your neck, leaving lingering touches that'll never fade away for months to come. You'll always remember how he told you.

` Non allontanarti troppo dal mio cammino.. Amore. `

Which meant, ' Don't stray too far from my path, love. ' His hands firmly gripped your waist, leaving soft kisses that marked the vow of his undying love for you.

He shudders to think of your figure being manhandled by someone who would bruise such tender skin of yours, to discard your love and treat you like nothing but a used rug. You're nothing of the sort, to him.

Precious diamonds and jewels like you need to be treasured, kept under someone's eyes like Pavia's. Right?

It's conflicting, to say the least. You'd wonder why he's so protective when it's mixed with such a lazed stare. A laid-back figure who offers you juice and drinks at parties and festivals. But he isn't stupid enough to let you wander too far. Just think what could happen-

Someone kidnaps you, holds you for ransom? Knowing Pavia, he's smart enough to go along with such plans then storm into the area himself and take you back. Leaving only the echoes of men screaming, bodies thudding against the floor as they get a bullet launched into their skulls.

That won't happen though, right? He's not stupid enough to let you go like that..

Pavia struggles to keep himself from being too overprotective to the point you feel suffocated, to being too laid-back that it makes him seem uncaring and unloving. He wants to let you go do your own thing, after all.. that's why he loves you, right? That's why he fell in love with you.

But it pains him to think that now you've officially established something deep with him, he could be at fault for your uneasy, incoming death. You're at heavy risk if you step too close to the edge of his outside perimeter.. That's why-

You stay with him. Right beside him.

Excuse him when he pulls you closer by his waist when near enormous crowds and traffic during festivities.

Don't mind his behaviour as he trails a hand down your thigh to subtly mark to others that you have not one, not two, not even three, but a whole family of dogs watching over your guard.

You have eyes on you 24/7. Don't forget that. Now you're with him, it's important you try to manage your way through this skilfully with the intent to have the best possible outcome with your protective little man.

Safe to say, he won't let anything bad happen as I stated previously. Just as long as you follow the rules he gave. It's his way of trying to tell you that he has boundaries and he wants you to stick with him almost every time both of you are out.

His protective stance wasn’t fueled by dominance but rather by a desperation to defy the cruel whims of destiny, to safeguard the one person who illuminated the shadows of his tumultuous existence. In their presence, Pavia found a fragile haven, one he fiercely guarded against the specter of loss that loomed ominously over his turbulent life.

As you know, despite Pavia’s instinctive urge to shield you, he wrestled with the awareness that his protective demeanor might eventually suffocate the relationship. To counterbalance his guarded nature, Pavia embarked on a path of intentional vulnerability, striving to open up the vault of his emotions..

He tends to be honest with you then and there, but often finds himself leading the conversation into something else more uplifting. All in his worries that you might see him as him trying to justify his actions, which is possibly why he cannot exactly open up fully. That, and he just can't help but talk about other stuff mid-sentence. Learning more about you, your boundaries, your silly interests is just.. more of a reason to keep you safe.

He doesn't know communication skills all that well. But he takes it on after you, so guide him properly and heal those scars that may linger for a life time.

But if you stick around, he's sure to let go of the tension on his shoulders a few times and enjoy quality time with you without the doubt you'd potentially get harmed in the process of your relationship. <3

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[uglytintedshades]

Hot italian chaotic and unhinged bastard speeding toward your way

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[qsheepy]

pavi brainrot pavia brainrot pavia brainrot

I NEED MORE OFFICIAL ART OF HIM, MORE FANFICTION ABOUT HIM, MORE EDITS ABOUT HIM, MORE SCENES WITH HIM IN IT, I NEED TO INHALE AS MUCH PAVIA CRUMBS THERE IS AVAILABLE

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[parabellumatsunset]

Filled my own Reverse 1999 template by @titaniumions. Fairly basic tastes, but I guess I'm a sucker for blondies

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[guhitpatatas]

in my r99 brainrot

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[sillestcritter]

patiently sitting in my chair and awaiting more Pavia x readers and hoping for a Forget Me Not x reader 😔‼️

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