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Pavia, Horropedia, Diggers // "I Love You"

Note// Them reacting to an "I love you" from you for the first time.
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// Horropedia //

"Y/N, come check this out!"

He was just about to talk to you more about the twin dolls he had on his gun at the moment he saw you enter the room. Noting the little details of their design, and even how he managed to make these mechanisms behave in such a complex manner of mischief to make them seem as unpredictable and intimidating to enemies.

He didn't expect you to suddenly say something much more intimate during one of these casual conversations you both usually share.

You were silently admiring the sight of his focused, intelligent eyes, the way his head tilts once in a while to inspect his work, and his incoherent mumbling to himself as if having some occasional internal debates. Until you blurted these words out.

"I love you."

His fingers halted for a bit once he heard you. His eyes stopped being fixed on his firearm to look at you. His features were notably shocked for a moment, yet it wasn't for long that they returned back to grinning once again. It isn't unsure whether it is because he's playing his cards again or not.

Nonetheleds, his cheeks are lightly flustered with a soft hue. It could have been more noticeable if the lamp on his desk wasn't the only source of light in the dark room.

"I know." he replies calmly while throwing a sneaky look, "That’s very dangerous of you to say, though."

His observant eyes stare through yours as his face creeps closer to yours to the point your noses nearly touch. The statement indirectly reminds you of the several times he told you about how love stories tend to get disturbed by certain means of phenomenons, tragedies, and terrors caused by ruthless antagonists.

It is not often that lovers would end up happy together at the end of a horror movie. Sometimes, Horropedia would adapt these kinds of survival principles to real-life situations.

Yet even so, his hands find itself resting on yours. A strange sense of comfort sneaks through your skin by contact.

"It's bad for me... but I don't mind testing the waters with how long we can keep this up."

He interwines your fingers with his, as if they're meant to be that way... Just as the way your lips collide with his, the second he moved the last inch towards you.

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// Diggers //

"I love you."

You softly said it as you played with your lover's hands. You were talking about a sad day that happened to you with him. In the end, Diggers managed to cheer you up a bit with his words of affirmation.

"I fancy you more, darling."

He wasn't hesitant on replying sweetly, his eyes half-lidded and droopy, but his smile warmth as the sunrise. He rubs your cheekbone gently with his thumbs while gazing at you lovingly, as if his hands were holding the world itself.

Once noticing you finish drinking from your cup, he unspeakably pulls away from your hold to fetch the jug of juice for a refill. Knowing you well, a single cup of juice won't quench your thrist in a sunny day at a van.

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"... it's quite new to hear that from you."

Diggers realizes that you finally say the magic words for the very first time. The thought of hearing these words from you crosses his mind, noting how he hasn't heard them from somewhere at all until now.

He had this dumbfounded look for a moment until he made a tiny "o" shape on his mouth. Before not wasting a second to turn around and face back at you.

He was wearing that same glance as if he fell in love with you all over again. Seemingly, they are happier by the finding rather than shock.

"Oh, my muse... my love, my sunshine, my moon, and all my stars."

He gushes delightfully in a low whisper, clearly impacted in the most wonderful way he has never thought of himself. He has this urge to embrace you and flutter you with smooches until he can't feel his lips -

Yet having this tiny fear of scaring you away with any sudden advances, he only surrounded you slowly in his arms before he planted a lingering kiss on your forehead. Connecting your foreheads once he closes his eyes and hums with a soft smile.

"You're the loveliest gift god has sent to me..." He whispers as he cradles your head with his hand in an adoring manner.

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// Pavia //

You say without thinking twice. Seeing him eat gelato with a spoon while still holding your hand with his unoccupied one was something special.

You slowly learn that he never had the plans to pull away at all. Not even whenever you take the initiative to hold hands, embrace one another, and start sneaking these whispers of affection in dark alleyways.

So after finishing the cold dessert, he walks you through the dark streets wanderlessly before turning to a corner. You pull him by the arm close to you so you can lean on him, but this gesture made Pavia pull you back and swing you towards the wall- pinning you against it.

"Now what, bella? Do you really want to stick around here?"

He sounds annoyed by the tone on his question, yet the way he gently brushes his jewelry from his knuckles on your cheek says otherwise.

"Aren't you quite a crazy one?"

"Mm.." You hum as you lean on his touch, "I get that a lot."

"What are you trying to say to me now then, mm?"

"...I love you."

You now sounded quiet but clear enough to the other. Your lips were close enough to his ear that he could feel you breathing softly against him.

"...?"

The mercenary finds himself dropping his hands from the sides of your head to wrap his deadly arms around you. They rest firmly on your hip and lower back while his back is now leaning on the brick wall once he twirl you back.

"..."

Pavia acts like it was nothing serious at first when he heard you, his eyes unreadable through his shades as he scrutinizes your face like a predator does to a prey for a few silent seconds. However, the tone of his voice remains inexpicable and probably a malicious mischief.

"Oh, you're dancing with fire, little daredevil..."

That's when he grabs you by the collar before smashing your lips with his, swiftly bringing you deeper into the alleyway...

"Two can play this game~"
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Several days later, you find yourself being led by him to your house that is now piled up with a lot of boxes that are filled with gifts. Most of them bring a variety of different jewelries.

"I got them as souvenirs, but it turns out none of them are my style... Keep them. whether you like it or not, I'm looking forward to seeing you trying one of them~"

Obviously hinting that these gifts were bought for you JDHFBFB;;;😭