THE FOUNDATION.

Winter's Notes: OMG i didn't read your request properly and just wrote it as the reader normally doing kabedon.. sorry about that T-T but i like what i did too it. sorry about that and I hope you like my modified version.

Another Note: Kabedon is where you pin someone against a wall typically while confessing your love or something. For more info, search it up.

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Warnings: suggestive [pavia], mentions of making out [pavia again], mentions of killing and murdery stuff [once again behold pavia], kissing [all of them}, flustered medicine pocket, established relationship!

Winter's Notes: Hi Reyna! I read some of your works, and you're a pretty good writer! Hope you like this fic! [Been burned out recently and decided to try to do some request T-T]

Note: I don't write Dikke often and most of this is based of imagination. I barely know her character and doubt this is even kinda lore-accurate. I'm trying, ok?

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Warnings: Kinda cringy, fluff!

-You and Dikke met at royal court, concerning a notorious criminal's judgement.

⤷ pairing: sotheby x reader

⤷ content: reader is gender neutral with no pronouns, reader is implied to be an adult, reader is sotheby's personal bodyguard, platonic relationship, fluff, slight angst, sotheby cries 😿, not proofread

⤷ word count: 1.3k+

⤷ synopsis: sotheby decides to get you a gift as an apology for her...accident.

⤷ note: written for the advent event of the st. pavlov foundation, my prompt is "gifts"! this was kind of rushed because i wanted to get this done and spend time with my sister but i hope this is alright.

⤷ taglist: @maimishou, @julestotaldrama

sizzle...sizzle...

in front of the scattered beakers and drops of colored liquid on the table and ground was a young girl, around 13 years old, with a worried expression on her face.

"oh...what to do...what to do..." she paced around the laboratory. "this room was already cleaned...what do i do...?"

she turned her head to the pool of a clear liquid with broken shards of glass dispersed around it. she sighed, slightly thankful for the sage green gloves that covered her hands, for if they were not there she would have bitten her nails off.

sweat beads formed on her forehead as she continued circling the room, thinking of how you would react. you had already cleaned the laboratory after she caused an explosion with her experiments just a week ago. how would you feel after seeing the absolute mess she had caused?

unsure of what to do, she ran her hands through her fixed coils, looking around for something to be able to conceal the current clutter on her table.

her ears suddenly perked up as she heard the door knob turn. she whipped her head to her wide open door, rushing to it to shut it.

"miss sotheby?" you called out. "i have arrived from the training. have you eaten lunch yet? i will ask mr. karson to help prepare it for you if you haven't."

panic rushed through sotheby as her face went pale, even paler than her usual complexion. she fiddled around with the bracelets on her gloved wrists.

"i-i'm fine! i already ate earlier!" sotheby yelled, yet her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. when she uttered those words, she knew she was done for.

"miss sotheby, you sound rather worried. is everything alright?" you hung your coat up on the coat stand. looking around for sotheby, you faced the closed door to the laboratory.

"miss sotheby..."

"yes...?"

you walked toward the laboratory and came to a stop, hovering your hand over the door knob for just a moment, before opening the door.

you widened your eyes as you stared at the predicament of the laboratory. a shattered beaker on the table, liquid flowing down onto the floor, drops of different liquids on the table, knocked down test tubes...it was a mess.

"miss sotheby, what did you do?" you stared at the table.

"i...i was just trying to...uh..." sotheby stammered, putting her hands behind her back. "i'm so sorry."

you rubbed the bridge of your nose, sighing. "i will fetch the broom and dust pan. please, stay here. don't do anything."

you ran out of the laboratory, leaving sotheby with her worrying thoughts that had come true. she wanted to help, truly, but she knew she would only make the situation worse if she did.

soon, you came back, yelling for mr. karson and the other butlers to help in the laboratory. sotheby only stared in silence as she tried to stop the tears escaping her eyes. she didn't know how to apologize for her actions, but she was oh so sorry.

after the cleaning, sotheby silently walked to her bedroom, deeply ashamed. she laid down on her bed as she stared at the ceiling. she blinked out of her thoughts once there was a familiar, soft knock on the door.

one...two...three...

"what are you doing?" a younger sotheby asked. she held a black bunny with a red scarf and shorts as she looked at you.

"i always knock on the door thrice, miss sotheby."

"how come?"

you shrugged. "it is simply a habit of mine, miss sotheby."

sotheby nodded, smiling at you.

sotheby could hear the three knocks on the door. she sat up, muttering a shaky "come in".

she averted your lingering gaze, her back facing you as you entered her bedroom. you leaned onto the doorframe, arms crossed.

"you cannot ignore me forever, miss sotheby. i hope you are well aware of this."

after a couple moments, sotheby turned around, her legs crossed as she sat on the bed. you mumbled a, "that's more like it" before closing the door and sitting down next to her.

you took a deep breath and exhaled before speaking again. "didn't i tell you not to perform experiments when unsupervised?"

sotheby nodded.

"and didn't i tell you that only chaos would happen if you did so anyway?"

sotheby nodded again.

"was i right?"

sotheby sighed. "i'm sorry-"

"was i right, miss sotheby?"

sotheby looked down at her bed before nodding once again.

you looked at her and placed her coils behind her back. "don't cry, miss sotheby."

"but i'm no-"

"i can tell you are."

sotheby nodded and you took out a handkerchief from your chest pocket, handing it to your superior. she took it gently, wiping her tears from her eyes. the tears soon came to a stop as she stared at the blanket's patterns on her large mattress.

"i will prepare lunch for you," you stood up, dusting off the place where you sat.

"but i already ate-"

"i know you haven't."

sotheby fell silent as you headed out her bedroom, closing the door. different thoughts raced through her mind as she was left alone. she took a pillow and placed it on her lap, hugging it as she began crying again.

the sun was beginning to set as several dishes laid on the dinner table. they were already cold, and the servants had been sent home. you had your hands on your hips as you looked at the table.

"are you alright, mx. l/n?" mr. karson walked into the dining room. "do you need help with cleaning up?"

"no thank you, mr. karson," you turned to him. "you should get some rest."

the man nodded and walked out. the sky was darkening as there was a slight shuffle and a yelp.

immediately, you ran to where the high-pitched scream came from. turns out, sotheby had nearly slipped down the stairs, and she clutched the railing with one hand and a small box on the other.

"miss sotheby?" you walked up to her and helped her. she seemed to be in a much better mood than before, and she was nearly back to her cheery self.

"ah- um, i am so sorry for what happened earlier. i should've listened to you, truly," sotheby chuckled nervously. she held the box with both her hands, keeping it close to her and looking away from you once again.

the box was sky blue, with a navy blue ribbon wrapped around it to keep it shut. it was tied quite poorly, and it seemed to be tied in a rush, but it was a cute box nonetheless. the wrapping had white polka dots, presumably stolen in the storage closet upstairs.

you glanced at the box sotheby held, as she showed it to you, silently asking for you to take it. you gently took it from her hands, untying the badly created ribbon and opening the box. your eyes lit up at the sight, and sotheby looked at you. she grinned.

inside the box was a choker, paired with matching earrings. the choker was adorned with white pearls and a pink square gemstone in the middle, plated in pure gold. the earrings had a white pearl on each earring, with a pink square gemstone plated in gold.

"...is it okay? it was supposed to be a gift from a business associate for my birthday, but i decided it would look better on you!" sotheby had then returned to her happy self, as she gave you a toothy grin.

you smiled at sotheby. "thank you, miss sotheby, but you did not have to do this."

"oh, but i wanted to mx. l/n! i wanted to give it to you as an apology...for earlier," sotheby finally looked at you and your brightened eyes. you simply stared at the necklace.

"well, thank you very much, nonetheless," you smiled at her, before turning back to the dinner you had prepared many, many hours ago.

"i will prepare another dinner for you. and i hope you will eat it this time," you said in a joking tone. sotheby's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“ The... inspiration always comes at night... till now. ” — zima / gn reader, for @st-pavlov-foundation winter event

Day 18 — Sweaters / Blankets

“There’s… snow,” says he.

His nose scrunches up as a snowflake tickles his skin upon its wake, and almost instinctively does he bury half his face under his scarf. And that’s when the presence of his garment makes him realize that it is something you lack—a source of warmth to shield you from this growing cold. Zima hurries to push you back inside, shutting the door in a panic.

He’s only recently begun to become considerate.

summary: in which you take an escapade under the dazzling winter sunshine

warnings: reader is gn, implied relationship with x, pure fluff

notes: surprise, i’m the writer for day 15 of st pavlov’s advent event! my prompt is “winter sun” and the character i have chosen is none other than x!

“the last time i enjoyed the sun like this was in the afternoon," he explained with a small grin.  footprints ahead of you as you trudged through the deep snow, disregarding the chill in your bones brought on by the biting wind.

it wasn’t rare for x to drag you out with no explanation given; the mismatched puppy dog eyes and a small pout he gave you were more than enough to get you to cave you in. at times you’d wonder what was going through the winding gears of that machine brain of his, but then you’d realise better not, one troubled genius was enough in your relationship.

☆ — burnt. piece for the @st-pavlov-foundation's advent event! ft. X — enjoy!

extra notes ! : wc somewhere at 800-1k+, mostly indulgent foundation cast shenanigans, regulus is an accomplice in a crime (of burning a Christmas tree), this was a treat to write, holiday vibes ig

The charred remains of the Christmas tree turns to ash in a sorry pile, and so too does X's mood.

Not good.

If Druvis, no, if you found out that the magnificent tree that had been adorned with countless Christmas decorations had turned into nothing but ashes, with the smoke still visible… Oh dear. It seems he's found himself in quite the conundrum.

X had to think fast if he wished to keep his head in place. Wasting no time in cleaning up the sorry remains of the once grand tree, he almost managed to remain unseen if not for a certain nosy Pirate.

“Oho…? Why, if it isn't Mr. X, and what do we have here?” dressed in clothes fitting for the recent drop in temperature, Regulus looks at him with a tantalizing look, as if saying ‘Oh, you're in trouble’ straight to his face.

Attempting to save face at least, X clears his throat. “Haha, nothing too noteworthy. Just a simple work of mine that needs no mention.”

“Does burning down the tree that Druvis and [Name] so lovingly prepared count as simple work?”

Shedding his pleasant facade like a second skin, X immediately puts his hand on the brown-haired girl’s mouth. “Mmph–!”

“Not a word, now, Miss Regulus.” X hisses, smile turning sharp as a knife. “Do try not to mention this to anyone. I’m not keen on seeing Miss Sotheby's devastated look, and certainly not keen on seeing Miss Druvis’ or [Name]’s fury…”

Tugging his hand off of her mouth, Regulus fixes her hair, shifting her nightcap. “Alright, alright, I'll keep it a secret. So how'd you even end up burning the entire tree?”

⤷ pairing: the fool x reader

⤷ content: reader is gender-neutral with no specified pronouns, established relationship, fluff, reader is said to be a dancer but it isn't really discussed on, use of the terms "dear", " my dearest", and other stuff like that, a single mention of puking but it doesn't actually happen

⤷ word count: 0.4k+

⤷ synopsis: the fool asked you to perform with them!...in a way you didn't expect but couldn't possibly refuse.

⤷ note: written for the advent event of the st. pavlov foundation, my prompt is "ice"! had so much fun writing this oml

⤷ taglist: @julestotaldrama

taking your hand, the fool grinned as they glided you against the frozen lake. your heart rate was increasing, yet the fool's touch eased your feelings ever so slightly. your gaze flickered from the fool's hands to the ground, and back to their hands.

the feeling of their hands intertwined with yours made the heat flow to your cheeks, despite the cold weather. you looked at the fool, their face still concealed by their mask, yet you could tell they were grinning ear-to-ear.

their skates moved smoothly against the ice, contrasting to the jagged movement of yours. your breath hitched and you swore your heart skipped a beat as the fool suddenly placed their hands on your waist and lifted you up. you yelped, looking down at them. however, they still kept a wide smile on their face.

"needn't worry, dear!" the fool spoke, spinning you around in the air. you didn't know what to do, but you hoped that the fool wouldn't let you go.

"hello, dear!~" the fool cooed in your ear. you turned your head to face them, tilting your head curiously. you gave them a small smile, returning the greeting.

"you are a dancer, correct, my dear?" the fool grinned. you sighed softly, asking them what they wanted. you knew if they asked an obvious question like that, they were asking for a favor.

"well, dearest, i was curious if you would care to join me in ice skating. needn't worry -- it is very similar to dancing!"

you would have regretted accepting their strange offer if they didn't promise to peck your face with soft kisses afterward.

they continued to spin you around, causing your vision to become hazy. thank god you hadn't eaten beforehand, or else you would have thrown up.

was ice skating always so intense?

the fool finally placed you back on the ground, yet leaving you no time to adjust to the level change as they let go of one of your hands and dragged you around the ice. they laughed and giggled, and you couldn't help but smile at them.

after spinning you around a couple more times (on the ground) they pulled you close to them suddenly, giving you a kiss on the lips. you stared at them, dumbfounded and breathing heavily.

'blizzard' - st. pavlov foundation’s winter celebration!

✩↛my entry towards @st-pavlov-foundation 'advent event'!

✩↛synopis - lilya never minded snow, yet she can't help complain when it gets in the way

✩↛warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 528

lilya actually didn't mind snow. she grew up in russia afterall. she always enjoyed playing in the snow as a child and even when she began flying planes it never bothered her. during her early days as a pilot she always liked to push her luck and fly during snowfall regardless of what others thoughts as she thought it was fun.

she thought it was a great challenge. but then she actually started caring on the condition of her planes and realised it wasn't that good for them and stopped. not entirely however. ever so often of she was bored enough she would sneak into the cockpit and go for a fly.

and while the snow never caused issues, it was blizzards that really annoyed her. blizzards meant she couldn't fly for atleast a couple of days depending on how severe. especially during the winter, she hated those the most.

she was pacing up and down by the window to the door, dressed and ready to head outside - not as if she could however. you simply observed for a bit from the living room before turning your attention elsewhere. this was now the second day of a particularly harsh blizzard that effectively managed to snow you both in.

the snow was higher than the door outside and thus making it near impossible to leave. you didn't really mind as it was meant to clear in a maximum of three days but you knew lilya thought much different. she had been itching to finally go for a fly especially because she promised to show you a spot she found.

she stilled for a moment before commenting 'are you sure i can't find another way out?'

you simply hummed in response, attention elsewhere. she would have to calm eventually right?

'if you keep focusing on the snow it'll only get worse' you tired convincing her. and without your attention wavering she threw herself onto the spot next to you.

'aren't you bored of staying inside all this time?' she inquired as she starred at the ceiling.

another hum from your end made her huff. you knew she hated blizzards but there really wasn't much to do. so you simply took her hat and placed it to your side before opening your arms in attempt to coax her into your embrace.

she took the initiative and positioned herself to stare out the windows - although the snow covered more than half as the wind battered the rest. you brushed a few strands out her face before commenting 'if you settle and let the blizzard pass, i promise you can take me wherever for a flight'.

while she nearly did anyway, she seemed to perk at this and very happily obliged seeing as she had also caught wind of weather reports. after a short while of comfortable silence you finally commented with a smile to try and distract her 'i still don't understand how you wear practically the same outfit for flying regardless of the weather, especially winter'.

winter adrift

SUMMARY: Zima as a lover. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words. 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. 

summary: in which a simple baking experiment turns into an all out battle

warnings: reader is gn, reader is implied to be related to sotheby, purely platonic

notes: hi, i’m kicking of the advent event of the st-pavlov-foundation! my prompt is “cookies and baked goods” so i decided to use my own twist to this! hope you enjoy!

(This isn't nsfw, btw)

Like when medpoc acts like that the reader either internal screams or thinks "that's kinda.."

Anyways I hope you have a nice day‼️‼️

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It's honestly not surprising how pissed Medicine Pocket gets every single time their co-workers mess up. And of course, you had the great honor of being their impromptu therapist.

"Like, I don't get it. How am I the only competent one in the entire department?"

You, on the other hand- was having a slight mental breakdown over how someone could possibly be so attractive while insulting pretty much everything in existence. [excluding you, of course. you hoped.]

"Hello? Are you listening?" Medicine Pocket had a slightly concerned expression [shocker], waving their arms in front of your face to get your attention.

Winter's Notes: If anybody is wondering why I don't write anything without a request, it's because you guys have good ideas and I don't. Hope you like this anon!

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-She'll be the serious one in the relationship wouldn't be too interested in typical couple stuff

-But she would find little ways to express affection for her s/o

-Like getting them stuff she knows they like or being a little less cold with them around

-And her s/o is usually the one dragging her to do stuff, not the other way around

-They do go on dates though

-She doesn't do many generic date things like cuddling very often

-Dikke does think that you're the best and most perfect gf/person to ever exist

-You and her would probably be the first actual romantic relationship she ever had.

Winter's Notes: Hope you like this anon! I wrote this while looking away, because I found out that that's how I write somehow.

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Warnings: Mention of murder and death, if you don't like that DNI, fluffy? Stay away if you are sensitive if you don't like death.

-HIs shadow wolves already know you by your smell when you're introduced to him. They can already tell that he's infatuated with you.

-You are definitely not his first relationship. Maybe the first one he actually put effort in truly loved dearly to his heart, but you are not the first.

-Touch starved. He craves physical affection, he just doesn't know how to express it properly.

-You get a personal and in-depth tour to his personal collection of souvenirs from his victims! Of course, if you didn't want to see it- he would be confused like "Are you scared or something?" -Pavia was never taught cooking, but unlike Lilya, he's a decent cook. -Make sure to have a decent fridge unlike Vertin's that won't freeze his gelato. -Barely sleeps. Is like your personal guardian protector, he just watches you while you sleep. It could be creepy, but he's just being protective. -Does not understand the concept of a [sleep schedule], so be prepared to wake up at ungodly times to do anything and everything.

maybe i'll name myself durandal anon :3

and now, i want zima to have like. a miserable wet cat s/o

s/o is damn failgirl and they don't know how they even pull such a fine guy like him

Winter's Notes: Hi durandal anon! Honestly it's great you liked those hcs, even tho my friend had helped me write those, so it's pretty different from my actual writing style. She has great ideas. Hope you liked this!

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Can I request a jealous medicine pocket and x (separately) cuz reader is rlly affectionate with friends and shit while when they're with them reader gets all shy and stuff to show any affection and they get jelly cuz reader is rlly affectionate with friends and stuff

Anyways, that's it. Have a good day‼️‼️

Winter's Notes: I loved writing this, and I finally broke out of my weird brainwork where I couldn't write anything properly. Hope you liked this! Also does anyone know how tall Medicine Pocket and X is?

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Warnings: Fluff, hugging, mentions of kissing. Other than that, nothing!