#vasily pavlichenko x reader

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

A jar

Vasily x gn!reader Enjoy!

With his 180cm of pure height, even the highest shelves were no problem. Especially in Japan, where everything seemed to be unnaturally low to him (ESPECIALLY door frames). And that's why he watched with fascination a live documentary named "struggles of short people".

Or it could have been a matter of their astonishing stubbornness to stretch themself towards the desired jar for 10 minutes rather than go for some box, let alone a ladder. Surely, if it wasn't for the fact that the jar was made of glass, they would have knocked it off a long time ago with a nearby broom. Instead, they had to limit themself to merely brushing it with the very ends of fingertips.

From his seat, Vasily could see that the vessel was indeed approaching the rim, threatening to fall at any moment and kill them. It was this thought that activated the primal need to protect what was close to him and motivated him to move from his place.

[Y/N] just stopped unsuccessful attempts, finally ready to reach for anything to stand on. However, seeing Vasily walking towards them, hope shone in their eyes.

Russian looked at them softly, reached for the jar and without any problems moved it to the very back of the shelf. Having ensured the safety of his partner, he returned to his duties around the house without worries.

He wasn't sure exactly what they said in Japanese behind his back, but he was 90% sure it was "fuck you". Some phrases are interlingual.

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SFW and NSFW Vasily/reader hcs because help

His gunshot scars havent fully healed so he still cant talk

Gender neutral reader

Also uh. This is kinda long so have fun scrolling

SFW

Vasily's kisses are so warm and sweet. He enjoys gently pulling you close to him by wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing you. It's like a blanket of love and warmth has been wrapped all around you.

And if you aren't tall enough to give him a kiss, all you have to do is get on your tippy toes (or, yknow, just ask) and he'll bend down in a heartbeat to meet you in the middle.

He'll give you lots and lots of kisses to make up for the fact he cant verbally tell you he loves you.

But of course if you ever lean over his shoulder to watch him draw, he'll write "I love you", before proceeding to smile at you with the sweetest little smile you've seen.

When you cuddle, Vasily likes to run his fingers along your skin - maybe on your wrists, jawline, or anywhere else youre comfortable with.

Vasily is quite observant and notices fluctuations in your mood. Sometimes if he sees you agitated, he'll act on it by getting you something to eat or drink and insisting that you sit or do some activity with him until you calm down.

Similarly, sometimes he gets so engrossed in a task that you have to pull him away or distract him from it to get him to rest. He himself doesn't notice when he gets too invested in something, so he's always thankful when you help him with that.

Sometimes he draws you when you arent looking. One time he showed you one of the drawings, and he could've sworn that his heart skipped a beat when he saw how flustered you got when you saw it, so he made it a point to show you each time just to see your reaction.

If you're an artist too, he'll always praise your artworks even if you don't think your art is that good. Sometimes he'll even ask to keep pieces of paper you drew on, or purposely give you small sticky notes to doodle on so he can keep it with him wherever he goes.

Sometimes you notice the side of Vasily's hand is dark with pencil lead. One time he looked upon you horrified after cupping your cheeks in his palms and notcing a dark spot on your face when he pulled away, only to chuckle at himself and relax when he realised it's just lead.

He makes it a point to clean up stray eraser dust, but sometimes you find some pieces that he missed littered across your table or floor.

He'll let you doodle little things or write messages in his sketchbook. He enjoys looking back on them knowing that it was you who added it - he likes knowing you were thinking about him. You once wrote a little "Y/N was here !" message in it when he wasn't looking, and it made him light up when he eventually found it.

When Vasily's hair is down, it tends to tickle your forehead when you kiss. Sometimes you'll run your hands through his hair, and he always hums softly to show you that he likes it.

Sometimes he'll lean his head against your shoulder, as if he's a little cat asking for pats.

He likes to help you pick out clothes he thinks you'd look good in, and would absolutely style your hair if you're okay with it (even if it's short, he'll find a way). It's cheesy, but he likes to wear matching outfits / colours with you.

When you're out for a walk, he likes to pick flowers for you and put one behind your ear. There was once a time you both stopped to admire a meadow, and he took that opportunity to make a flower crown for you. Plus, any flower you pick for him will be pressed and immortalized in his sketchbook by the end of the day.

When you and Vasily hold hands, he'll absentmindedly rub his thumb along your knuckles. The warmth of his hand comforts you.

Sometimes you sneak up on Vasily when he's invested in a task to kiss his cheek or the back of his neck or wrap your arms around his waist. Usually he sees you coming, but when he doesnt ? His sweet flustered expression makes your heart flutter.

His eyes are mesmerizing, you could stare into them all day.

Fortunately for you, he could stare at your eyes all day too.

and youll both be staring and then smiling like a pair of lovestruck fools.

Sometimes Vasily cuddles you by having you sit between his legs while you both do your own thing.

He likes to sit with you on his lap facing away from him so he can rest his head on your shoulder while you work on things. Unfortunately this also spells for absolutely zero concentration on the task at hand from your end, but he insists he just wants to watch !

He lets you make little braids in his hair, and he'll just let them stay there. If you want to add ribbons or clips or anything, he usually doesn't mind as long as its not super bulky.

He's like a cat in that you can pet his hair and run your fingers through it while he leans on you, and he'll be quick to fall asleep.

Vasily is less of the type to let you have his coat when youre cold, but rather when he realises youre cold, he'll bundle up to you and try and fit you with him in his coat no matter how impractical it is.

Sometimes youll tuck some loose strands of hair behind his ear or brush his bangs out of his face. If your hair is long enough, he started taking to mimicking that action for you.

Sometimes he lays down on the floor to draw, and you are always invited to floor time.

NSFW - also gn, refers to readers genitalia in a gn way too

You two have a nonverbal way of communicating

Tracing a circle on your wrist means he likes it, while tapping three times means stop

Tapping with two fingers means faster, drawing a line means slower

When you run your hands along Vasily's chest and body, he tries to put on a brave face, but you can always feel his subtle yet blatantly obvious jolts when you touch him somewhere he likes.

He likes to hide his face when embarassed by burying it in your neck or by kissing you.

He lets you hold his boobs. Need I say more ?

You can give Vasily head and through nearly the whole thing he'll be tracing circles on your wrist.

And when he gets close to finishing, he'll be tapping on the back of your neck with two fingers like crazy.

He's not very loud when aroused, but he tends to gasp and groan softly, and his breathing becomes much more audible.

When you're between his legs, you can feel the way he tries not to close his thighs around you. It becomes almost like a game to see how much he can handle without impulsively squeezing you between his legs or thrusting into your mouth.

Vasily is scared to hurt you on accident, so you sometimes have to reassure him. And even if he did, he'd do all he could to make up for it.

When you jack him off for the first time, he puts his hand on yours to guide you to touch him how he likes it.

Vasily loves when you sit on his lap and face him, it makes it that much easier for him to hold you close. Plus, he loves to tease you, and the feeling of you squirming on his legs gives him butterflies.

He'll run his fingers up and down your back and trail kisses on your neck, leaving your skin tingling.

The artist in him loves to observe little details, and he'll try and learn everything about your body that he can. Whether thats making a mental note of moles / birthmarks, noting where you're most sensitive to touch, and all the little dips and curves of your body. He'll remember it.

Sometimes you get embarassed and look away, but without fail he'll always tilt your chin gently back to him. He loves seeing you flustered, especially knowing he was the one who put you in that state.

It still hurts for Vasily to open his mouth too wide, so he cant bite, but he'll gently drag his fingernails along your skin.

He's such a gentle dom, but dont get things mistaken. He loves to mess with you and loves to feel your body pressing against him, as if youre ask for more without your words.

He'll purposely go slowly in order to savour you and your reactions, but that usually leads to you begging him for more. And it's a win-win for him, as he either gets to see you in pleasure for longer, or he gets to hear you softly plead to him.

Vasily pays so much care into foreplay, he always makes sure to set the mood in just the way you like it. Whether it's setting up the atmostphere with candles, or just holding you close and trailing kisses along your body - if you want it, he'll do it.

He'll always make note of what positions and actions turn you on the most. Even if it's something he's not used to, he'll do it if it means he gets to see you enjoying yourself.

(Not to mention that the more aroused he gets you, the better itll feel when he fucks you)

Vasily wants to start out gentle, but he can get a little rough if he knows youre comfortable with it.

Whether its pulling on your hair or being more forceful as he pushes you down. Over and over, he'll do it and find your reactions to it adorable each time.

He doesn't like to restrain your hands though, as he can't get enough of you touching him.

He likes to hold your hips in place when he fucks you, partly to make things easier for him, but partly because he loves to turn you into a mess only to pull out just when youre really getting into it.

Vasily will watch in amusement as you wriggle and try to inch yourself closer to his dick again, and he'll smile softly at you as your efforts are to no avail as he holds you still. He holds you there until you beg. Until you beg for him to fuck you.

Your moans and whimpers are music to his ears and he wants to wring as many out of you as possible.

You're dealing with sniper's patience - be prepared to be up late for quite some time.

And when you moan his name ? It makes his head spin. It makes him want to push you to the edge but not let you cross it, just to hear you say it over and over.

And he will do it. Over. And over. Until you beg for him to let you finish.

Vasily likes to fuck you in missionary so he can easily kiss you and see your face.

And if he gives you head, he'll hold your thighs in place so you can't squeeze his head with them.

Youll run your hands through his hair and he'll give you a little hum of approval, but the vibrations of his deep voice only end up pushing you further.

He won't stop until you're so sensitive that you wonder if you can even take it or not. And at that point, you're already letting out incoherent moans and noises that you couldnt even string a sentence together, and the words that do come out are indecipherable.

Saying that Vasily loves hearing you and seeing you in that state is an understatement. He wishes he could just freeze time and pull out his sketchbook so he can keep this moment and treasure it.

And sometimes he'll be staring at you so intently that you wonder what's going on in that mind of his.

(In truth hes just making note after note in his head so he can draw you like this later)

When he fucks you, he always pulls out to cum on your stomach. He just adores the sight of you breathless under his touch covered in his spend.

When you peg him, he's so obedient to do whatever you say, all while letting out low groans and whimpers.

When it comes to aftercare, any roughness Vasily mightve shown immediately dissipates as he opts to help clean you up, and he'll give you even more kisses to let you know how much he enjoyed it.

But of course youre both too exhausted to do anything much but wipe off any mess made before inevitably falling asleep in each others arms.

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[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Warning shot

Smells like jealous!Vasily Vasily x fem!reader ~700 words Enjoy!

“Dinner?”

“No.”

“Drink then?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Tea?”

[Y/N] rubbed her sore temples. “I am really NOT interested in going out together.”

“Why not?”

“Why yes?” she snarled much harder than she intended, but in truth she was willing to take a headbutt from a goat if it meant the end of this conversation. “Over the last 20+ years, what behavior of yours would convince me to do it?”

The man seemed stung by the question as he took a half step back. Understanding quickly shone in his eyes.“Is it because of that foreigner?”  

The question was so out of context that it took her mind off her to-do list for a moment and actually focused on him.

“He messed with your head and suddenly you forgot what people like him did to our brothers in the war.”  

The woman froze at these words, blood roaring in her ears.

"I assure you," there was a slight trembling in her tone, "that the lack of my fondness toward you is the hard-earned fruit of the work of your own hands. The influence of Vasily's charm was negligible here.

"I didn't think you were stupid enough to fall for pretty eyes." Man seemed to completely ignore her words, already convicted to his own opinion.

It was amazing how quickly he went from being a suitor to insulting both Vasily and her. Who's next? Her family? Is he gonna cuss at her cat? She turned on her heel, seeing no further point in the conversation.

“Let's stop wasting our time.”

"I'm not done yet," the man growled.

“But I am.” [Y/N] didn't even bother to turn around. At least until the blast of a gunshot shook the street and a splinter of wall sprinkled her hair.

The man didn't even dare to move, his hand still outstretched to stop her. Only his eyes shifted in disbelief to the bullet aggressively gleaming in the wall right next to his face.

The woman took a quick glance around the streets, an icy shiver running down her spine. She had no doubt that the bullet was NOT aimed at her, but the sudden realization that she was under the sniper's watchful gaze caught her off guard. There were only townfolks no less surprised than her, exchanging glances and rabid remarks. Neither of them even held a gun.

Suppressing her trembling breath, she looked at her unwanted companion."It was a warning shot," she explained quietly. “Another will hit the leg. The third will be fatal. Leave while you can still do it on your own." She gave him the hardest look she could manage until he relented. He walked away muttering curses under his breath.

[Y/N] sighed softly and looked back at her chores list. She moved forward, gliding blankly over the letters, not absorbing a single sentence. She will have a talk in the evening.

*

“This warning shot was a close one.” [Y/N] closed the door behind her.

Vasily gave her a skeptical look out of the corner of his eye, pausing his pencil only for a moment. There was no remorse from him. The woman approached noiselessly and leaned against his back, embracing him. Vasily drew her attention to the paper on the table.

>>You didn't seem happy with your conversation<< said small message in the corner.

“I wasn't.”

>>And I don't like when other men try to touch you<< Vasily focused on the drawing again, adding more details. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes, trying to catch the emotions that were bottled in him, but the sniper was great at camouflaging them when he wanted to. She slid under his arm, occupying his lap and forcing him to focus on her. Blue eyes gazed at her with forced neutrality. She made him bow his head so she could kiss his forehead.

“Thank you for protecting me” she whispered before kissing his cheekbone exactly where a sudden blush covered his face and stopped over his lips. “But next time please, shoot him in the knee WITHOUT a warning. Okay?” She didn’t need an answer, already feeling Vasily’s smile on her lips.

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[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Stay

Vasilyx fem!reader ~ 1500 words kinda angst i think >>text like this is written<<

I had bad week, it’s time to dump all my emotions on characters. Enjoy!

She loved his beautiful eyes.

She loved his cute smile whenever he wasn’t afraid to show his scars.

She loved his enthusiasm when he showed her his new drawings.

She loved how he couldn't understand a word but still tried his best.

She loved how he was trying to spend time with her even when tired after working all day.

She loved... well HIM.

But it all broke, shattered to pieces, sharp and hurtful, the day he wrote I have to go.

*

She stared at the paper for a moment longer, questioning her knowledge of Russian. It's hard to learn a language when all you have is a dictionary and a mute native speaker. Still, she was sure that the words she was reading did mean what she thought they meant.

“Are you going back home?”

"Yes." yes was one of few words he could pronounce correctly and the least one she wanted to hear.

“To Russia?” another confirmation.

It hurt, the most selfish part of her, ugly and unwanted, buried at the bottom of her being, broke free of its chains and was just climbing her insides, digging in long claws and tearing her from the inside. She tried to smile, to cover everything she felt, but her lips barely twitched, and a hurt sob almost escaped her chest.

Instead, she focused on the package between them and nodded. "What with that?"

Vasily took a notebook to quickly write a reply. He had very nice handwriting. Much better than when she first met him. He improved it to make it easier for her to read the foreign language.

>>The money I owed you.<<

The money he owned her. She looked at the package without daring to touch it. If she did, her skin would burst into flames. She couldn't take her eyes off it as the poison filled her throat, burning and choking.

So that's why he stayed? Because of a debt? Sudden realization hit her like train. How stupid of her to think SHE was the reason he stayed. Memories flooded her head, blinding. All these moments together caught on fire, disappearing one after another. It was all fake, wasn't it? Or rather she had the wrong idea all this time. Just how dumb was she?

“Oh, that's the reason you stayed there all this time?” she closed her eyes, faking a smile. She didn't dare to look at him, as her eyes would immediately reveal her lies. “You should have told me earlier, I never wanted any money back. I'm afraid you wasted all your time there.” She pushed the package towards him. “It will be useful on your way back. Sorry, I have work. Animals. Food.”

She got up from the table, forgetting every single word she knew in Russian. Damn, she even forgot how to breathe.

She turned around, feeling the whole façade cracking like a flimsy dam, and the emotions boiling inside her like a storm would start leaking out at any moment. And when it starts, it will immediately turn into a flood.

She hadn't even reached the door when he grabbed her hand. Panic froze her blood. She had to run away, she couldn't let him see how much it hurt her. He couldn't see her crying.

She tried to yank her arm out of his grip, but it was only a pathetic attempt as Vasily was much stronger than her. Even when she braced with her whole body, he easily pulled her to him, pressing her against his chest and immobilizing her.

She froze in his embrace, feeling her whole body vibrate with the sobs she held back.

"Let me go," she choked out, and he tightened his arms around her. "Let me go," she repeated. The broken tone of her own voice was the final blow needed to tear her apart. Choked sobs escaped her chest and tears trickled down her cheeks, soaking the sleeve of his shirt. She clung desperately to his arm as her legs collapsed beneath her.

Nothing mattered anymore. She hung on him, sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for air, and bitter tears flooding his shirt. She hated him, and yet he was the only person she wanted to be around. She wanted him out of her life, but at the same time she was afraid to let him go. He hated him and even more herself for falling for him.

*

Vasily slowly and steadily sat down on the floor, feeling that trembling ball of sobs and tears begin to slip from his hands. He pulled her close, one arm tightly around her, the other reaching for the notebook and pencil left on the table.

That was the original plan. He was here to pay off a debt. That's how he explained it. This was how he explained to himself this irresistible need to come back here. To see her again. To spend at least a minute more with her. And when he didn't know what to do next, there was one idea he could stick to. But now it was the worst idea of his life.

He knew it would be difficult. He saw his hand shaking as he wrote the words. But he didn't expect things to go wrong.

He hadn't expected her to run away. He hadn't expected her to scare HIM so much. His arm was beginning to shake from the tight grip he was holding her in. He was afraid that if he let her go, she would disappear forever. She will vanish in the air like a dream in the morning.

He pressed the pencil on the paper and realized he had no idea what he wanted to write. There wasn't a single thought in his head, but millions swirling in his chest too fast to grab any and push them onto paper.

The pen snaped in his hand as he stared blankly, head completely empty.

He was a sniper, he was the one to decide the fate of others. But the moment this woman stepped into the picture he couldn't even decide for himself. He would walk through fire or swim across sea if she just asked. For her he could fistfight a bear and win.

But now he had no idea what to do.

He looked at the trembling figure clinging to his sleeve like a frightened child. Shaken by sobs and wet with tears. His heart was tearing him apart with teeth and claws, furious with helplessness and guilt. What have he done.

He pulled her ss close as possible. He hid her in his arms from all the evil of the world, although he himself was part of it. He hugged her as hard as he could, hoping it would glue her broken pieces back together.

And waited. Vasily was good at waiting. At waiting for hours, years, decades as long as needed. Until the sobs stopped, breathing evened out, and the shaking ceased. Until she was sitting in his arms helpless and sniffling.

It wasn't until he was sure the worst was over that he dared to take her hand. She twitched nervously at his touch, jerked her hand away and hid deeper in his shoulder. But she soon changed her mind, after a few breaths she found his hand, squeezing lightly.

He picked it up and carefully, ready at any moment for another fit of crying, wrote with his finger letters on the inside of her palm. Slowly and clearly to make sure she could read them through the tears still welling up in her eyes.

>>Tell me to stay<<

He could decide the fate of others. Who lives, who dies. But now, of his own free will, he put on chains on his own fate and gave the leash to her.

Tell me to stay, and I will stay. Tell me to get lost and I will go to the end of hell if it means satisfying you.

She was hesitant. She watched with one eye, as he wrote, other half of her face still hid in his arm. So he repeated.

>>Tell me to stay<<

Again, she traced as he wrote. And when he finished the last letter, she finally turned toward him. Her eyes red, shying away. Cheek scarlet, and glistening with tears. And her voice quiet and broke when she spoke.

“Vasily,” his name on her lips sank his heart. The lead bullet fell from his chest straight into his stomach. It stirred up everything that was in him, like a stone thrown into a lake. But in a moment the surface calmed down, drowning out all the buzzing in his chest. He was sure he had gone deaf as he stared at her lips, ready to read her next words off them. “Can you stay for me?”

"Yes." Yes, he can. There is plenty more things he is willing to do for her.

He pulled up his shirt sleeve and wiped the wet marks from her cheeks, hoping he would never make her cry again.

And then she started to cry again.

And Vasily started to panic.

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[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Time for a break

Vasily x gn!reader studentAU fluffy fluff, but there is a bad word ~460 words

Enjoy!

Vasily zoomed out the drawing and leaned against the side of the bed with a sigh, examining the work critically. He reached for the tea next to him as if it were a glass of Scotch vodka, and he couldn't take this work anymore. At least not sober.

He paid in blood, sweat and sleepless night to get to this art school, but for now, screwing it all up was starting to appeal to him as convincingly as the third energy drink the night before deadline. The only thing that still kept him here was a passion he didn't believe in but more was trying to manipulate himself into. His artistic soul had long gone to the other side during the third consultation, when his idea was shitted from top to bottom by a Mr. Stick-up-his-ass still not understanding why his wife left him. The Russian was literally at his limit and if he hears one more time that-

An icy hand brushed his cheek, carefully avoiding the jagged edge of the scar, ran its fingertips over his temple and tuckled his untamed hair behind his ear. Vasily twitched nervously at the unexpected touch and quickly leaned into the caress, feeling the touch loosen the tense muscles of his neck.

“Control + s, Vasily. Control + s."

His eyes shoot open as he rushed to the tablet to quickly save his work. When was the last time he did that? How long has he been working? How much progress was he risking just a moment ago? Resigned, he returned to his seat and turned to the figure wrapped in a blanket, watching him at work. For long minutes he wandered over the familiar face, looking for meaning and motivation to get back to work, but he couldn't find anything. They couldn't do it for him either. If it was possible, they would have done it long ago. All they could do at the moment was support him, and so far they were doing great.

The artist turned off the tablet, once again making sure the work was saved, and tore the glove from his hand. He struggled to his feet from the floor and climbed onto the bed, crawling under the blanket, which was lifted in the form of an invitation. He was immediately enveloped by the overwhelming warmth and smell of [Y/N]. Vasily tuckled his head under their chin and wrapped his arms tightly around their waist. He closed his eyes, wondering if anything else was missing for his happiness and after a while he blindly located their arm. He ran his fingers along the arm, over the elbow and forearm, until he found their hand. He squeezed it lightly and placed it in his own hair.

More pets please.

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[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Rusalka

There is not NEARLY enough stories about Vasily x reader on this website so obviously decided to write some myself. And boy oh boy I predict that my man will get some hype this season. At least I fluffing hope so.

>>words like this are in really bad Russian<<

(it got rewritten so u might like to reread it :3 no pressure tho)

Vasily x f!reader 800 words Enjoy!

Vasily’s heard stories about Rusalkas his whole life. First, when he was a child, parents warned him not to talk to beautiful women on the edge of lakes, and later the older soldiers tried to spook the youngsters with stories about the deceptive beauties lurking in the woods. All these stories were right in one matter: Rusalkas were the most beautiful creatures in the world.

*

The Will O' the Wisp foreshadowed her arrival. A small flame emerged through the doorframe, guiding her hand. Its glare reflected off the white wall of snow furiously swirling outside and enveloped the room in a dim light. A thin layer of snow settled on the figure's cloak now shimmered with each step she took as she crossed the room. A deep hood fell over her shoulders, revealing [H/C] hair and the profile of her face, marked by frost. She stood on tiptoe and reached over the fence at the back of the building. The animals closed behind it stretched out curious muzzles towards her, for what they were tenderly petted. Relief shone in [E/C] eyes as she saw that the animals remained dry and safe despite the inclement weather.

Then her gaze shifted to him.

Her feet didn't even touch the ground as she fled outside with broken cry. She disappeared as suddenly as she appeared, dragging the flame with her, and the interior once again darkened. Vasily didn't even manage to follow her with his heavy gaze. And when he tried, a sudden pain shot through his right temple. He gasped sharply as an invisible wedge split his skull in two. Sweat ran down his forehead even though he was shivering from the cold seeping from his own bones. Every movement only made things worse, so he forced himself to take only deep breaths through his nose, staring fixedly at a point in front of him.

At least until the light come back. Two huge eyes sparkling like stars peeked at him from behind the doorframe. She swept his pitiful form with a playful gaze and took a half step into the room. The figure muttered something in Rusalkas' language and her voice soothed his soul. She raised a hand, never spotted by work or a splinter, and pointed curiously at the rifle in his lap.

He held it out of habit, as he had no way to lift it, let alone take an aim. He took his hand off the stock in a gesture of harmlessness, and she dared to go inside and slowly approach. Woman knelt at his side, mesmerized by his soaked cloak. Vasily slowly rested his head against the wooden wall behind him, unable to hold it upright. His gaze wandered over the perfect features of her face, which seemed to radiate in the faint glow of the fire.  

He should chase her away. He had heard enough stories of men lured to lakes or forests by beautiful aerie women. Rusalkas were as beautiful as they were deceptive, and they were not to be trusted. But he couldn't bring himself to hate her. Her whole figure exuded delicacy and innocence.

And on the other hand, there was no force that would be able to lift him from his place.

She hovered her hand over the bloodstains on his clothes that ran all the way to the front of his cap.

"No." he gasped out weakly as she touched the fabric. Which was the worst idea he could have come up with. A cascade of fresh blood gushed from his mouth, dripping down his beard and onto the bashylk's scarf. The world was shrouded in darkness, filled with hellfire spewing from the wounds on his face. Rusalka ripped off the front of his papakha, which he didn't even notice, too busy choking.

He bent his head, letting the blood drip freely to get it out of his mouth. The tears mingled with the crimson and now dripped onto his cloak as he watched helplessly. He messed up. He survived the duel, only to now be unable to move. He was supposed to get his revenge. He was supposed to complete the mission for which Ilya had sacrificed himself. He was to finish what he had sold the lives of his two companions for. Why aren't the wounds mending and why is it still bleeding?!

A cool hand on his forehead allowed him to catch his breath again. He closed his eyes, not daring to look at her. He felt her take his cap and pull the bashlyk back on instead. She spoke in a language he did not understand yet agreed with every word she said. He could feel a reassuming squeeze on his arm and then heard her walk away, leaving him with the Will O' the Wisp. The faint melody of the bells filled his mind as he watched the ghost waving at him his fiery arms. He didn't know for how long. Maybe he fell asleep? He couldn't tell.

A touch has woken him up. Rusalka came back and had even laid out the contents of the bag she had brought with her on the ground. She was just putting a cup of lukewarm mixture in his hands. Vasily huffed in refusal. She failed to lure him deep into the woods, so now she's trying to drug him with fairy potion?

>> Pain. No.<< she replied in the most handicapped Russian he had heard in his life. Too surprised to react, he watched as she took the cup and took a sip herself. Only for a moment did she wince at the bitter taste of the medicine. She handed it back, smiling encouragingly.

Vasily tightened his hand on the cup, considering once more how much he trusted her, or rather how badly he wanted the pain to go away, and then gulped it all down. The bitter taste of the drink mixed with the already well-known taste of blood, but he managed to do it quickly enough so that the damaged tissues in the mouth did not protest. He struggled with a cough a moment longer, and as his breathing evened out, a white ball of cotton wool appeared in front of his face.

>>Dirty.<< Rusalka said, pressing a finger to her cheek. >>Pain.<< added soaking the swab in one of small bottles. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils. She nodded, asking if he was ready. Vasily tightened hands on the fabric of his coat as he blinked in muted agreement. Every touch of her was as gentle as a touch of summer wind, and at the same time it burned with hellfire. Every time she caught the jags of wounds, he huffed hollowly, to which she replied crooked "sorry". With time, he began to feel that the mixture actually started working and relieved at least a fraction of the pain he was feeling. Meanwhile, Rusalka had enough time to rub both wounds clean and opened the box with green paste.

>>Dirty no. Pain no.<< she took a small amount on her fingers and carefully spread it over the wound, instantly lulling the torn skin.

She gathered her things in a bag and sat down heavily in front of him, rubbing her face tired. The earlier amusement had vanished from her eyes, replaced by confusion. Stray strands of hair fell over her face as she pouted her lips absently. She alternately frowned and smoothed her brow as she thought of things known only to herself.

Vasily would love to draw her. To preserve this magical sight, convinced it will soon be gone. His body, however, didn't even have any energy left, so he only tried to remember her features. Rusalka must have felt his eyes on her and gave him a sad smile.

>>Dream. << muttered, once more putting her hand to his forehead and to his displeasure soon taking it away. Instead, she sat down by his side, leaning against the same wall and closed her eyes. The snowstorm continued to rustle outside, intermittent with the faint ringing of the bells.

#keep in mind Vasily has one hell of a fever #so this playful gaze might not be so playful #my dude was hallucinating to say the least #i have like 3 stuff for monday but i really had to write this story #if you could leave a like so i know how many people are intrested in Vasily #if you leave a comment I will cry my eyes out #feel free to do it #never enough golden kamuy #vasily #Vasily Pavlichenko #vasily golden kamuy #vasily pavlichenko x reader #golden kamuy vasily #never enough my stories #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy x you

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Missed shot

Vasily x gn!reader ~750 words

Enjoy!

This was bad. really bad. They were dead.

[Y/N] crashed to the ground and crawled through the snow to the nearest tree, breathing every curse they knew. Only when hidden behind the shield that they pressed their back against the trunk, shivering all over. The gun clutched to their chest, feeling tears streaming down cheeks.

He shouldn't be here. Vasily said he would return shortly before dark, or would spend the night in the city and return the at late morning. Yet they could have sworn it was him who jumped away as a tree near him sputtered from their missed shot.

The animal they were aiming at had long ago escaped, leaving not even a sound of desperate flight, and now the forest was drowned in an unnatural silence. An icy shiver ran down their spine as all senses screamed of imminent danger.

In their mind, they could see as Vasily takes the cover, instantly activating sniper mode. With a learned movement, he reloads his rifle, blue eyes scanning the slope, looking for the best place an opponent could take. He is ready to kill.

The question wasn't if [Y/N] could dodge his shot, but if they could let him know that it was just them and not an enemy, BEFORE Vasily pulls the trigger.

“Focus [Y/N]. Focus.” They gasped out with a shaky breath. This was not the time or place to panic, they had to act now. Taking care not to lean even slightly from behind the cover, they secured their own weapon, pulled the cloak off their shoulders and draped it over the stock. They used the thus created tool as a white flag and waved it left and right, revealing their position.

Nothing happened. That was expected, Vasily wasn't stupid enough to give away his position by shooting at effigy. The problem is that nothing happened for the next hours.

The minutes dragged on as slowly as the snow falling on them, giving enough time to think about their entire life. The aura of death that enveloped the entire hill effectively kept everything alive at bay and effectively put [Y/N] in place despite the cold coming from the ground. They would rather get a frostbite than twitch and risk getting shot. They promised to be careful and not to aim at people. They had promised it countless times when he taught them how to load bullets, when he taught them how to take care of a gun, when he leaned over their shoulder to check the aim before letting them pull the trigger, and finally when they got their very own rifle. And now they have broken that promise.

Vasily had already given a wide berth around their position and was just coming down the slope, walking effortlessly through the fresh snow. He didn't look at them, his eyes constantly surveying the surroundings, as always overly cautious. Or it was them who was too careless?

[Y/N] jumped up from their place, shedding the thin layer of snow that had already settled on the clothes, and ran towards him. Clutching the weapon in their chest, stopped only the arm's length from him and with trembling hands they drew the firing pin of their own weapon and held it out towards him, while bowing all the way to the ground.

“I so sorry for firing towards you Vasily! I didn't know you'd be here! I'm really really sorry!”

The sniper stopped only inches from their face, ignoring the firing pin. The chill that emanated from him matched those on the far ends of mother Russia, and his blue eyes brought to mind the ice floes of the coldest seas. He was mad and he has great reason for that. Yet he hasn't done nor said anything. And that was even worse. They’d rather be yelled at, scolded, get their beloved gun confiscated, anything.

“I was aiming to KILL you.” Vasili's wounds had healed long time ago, but speaking was still difficult for him, so he pronounced each word slowly and carefully. And each word hammered them deeper and deeper into the ground, taking away any possibility of an answer. They didn't even dare to breathe, waiting for the words he seemed to choke on. “Never make me do it again.”

Tears stung their eyes and ran down their cheeks, but [Y/N] was too shocked to wipe them away. Despite the aura emanating from him and the icy gaze of Vasily's voice was shaking.

#pssst #in my native language we don't have gn form #if i messed the translation somethere please let me know #vasily #Vasily Pavlichenko #vasily golden kamuy #golden kamuy vasily #golden kamuy #never enough golden kamuy #gk #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy x you #vasily pavlichenko x reader #vasily pavlichenko x you

[creachureboy]

Random SFW alphabet letters for Vasily/reader and Saichi/reader

I just wanted an excuse to write them thank you very much. Also the last one for Vasily's sounds suggestive but I think it still counts as SFW

Saichi

Fight - How would arguements with him be like? Would he be quick to forgive?

If anything, the last thing he wants is to be upset at you. He's the biggest sweetheart, and the closest you ever get to arguements are disagreements you both are able to resolve with a bit of talking. The one time you both truly argued was when he was being controlling, but it ended up being because he was just really worried for you and was only acting in such a way because he thought it was in your best interest. But once you both heard each others' sides of the story, all was forgiven as you talked and hugged it out.

Love language - How does he express his love?

His main love languages are probably acts of service and words of affirmation. If there's ever any task you need even the tiniest amount of help with, saichi will be throwing himself at it to help you in a heartbeat. He really enjoys giving you kind words too, as if he's telling you all the things he wish he would hear towards himself. He absolutely melts when you reassure him with your words, as it's proving all of his self-doubt wrong.

Pet names - What cute nicknames does he like to call you? How does he respond to petnames?

Affection-starved sweetie probably is unfamiliar with being called petnames, so you'd have to be the one calling him by them first. He starts off flustered by them, but after a while responds to them just fine. He likes that you have a special nickname for him that you don't call anyone else, it makes him feel important. He tried coming up with nicknames for you by asking himself "what's something I like that I can compare you to?" and suddenly you're now a bunch of different kinds of food. He usually just copies the names you give him, and if you tell him which petnames you like being called the most, he'll definitely call you those. Saichi's too embarassed to use them while others are around, but if its just you and him, you'll hear them in practically every other sentence.

Vasily

Fight - What would arguements with him be like? Would he be quick to forgive?

Vasily is the type to never raise his voice no matter how frustrated he gets. He always talks calmly to you and keeps anything hurtful that comes to mind to himself - he wouldn't say them, he knows he doesn't truly mean them. But sometimes his annoyance may slip through, whether its through giving you the cold shoulder or handling his equipment a little too roughly. But he always recognizes when he needs some time to cool off, and would distance himself from you until he calms down so you can talk it out. He doesn't like being upset at you, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your feelings on accident.

Kisses - How does he like to kiss you? How is he with recieving kisses?

He likes to kiss you wherever is convenient in that moment. If your hand is on his cheek, he will kiss your hand. If you're nestled in his arms, he'll kiss the top of your head. If he's resting his head on your lap, he'll stick his head under your shirt and kiss your stomach. He enjoys when you do this same thing for him too. Of course, he loves to kiss you on your lips, but he would never limit himself to just kissing you there.

Pet names - What cute nicknames does he like to call you? How does he respond to petnames?

Oh mygod he calls you the most romantic sounding stuff. He'll call you his sunshine, his angel, the love of his life. If your name has multiple syllables, he likes to call you a shortened version of it. Sometimes he comes up with something new, and its really a coinflip if it sounds poetic (ie calling you his guiding moonlight) or if it sounds Hmmm (ie calling you his sweet cream pie).

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[creachureboy]

Shoutouts to Vasily Pavlichenko !

(General vasily HCs as well as Vasily/reader hcs)

*With bonus nsfw at the end, dw I tag it

Gender neutral reader, again

Order: general hcs -> vasily/reader -> nsfw

GENERAL HCS

Shoutout to the man who showers nearly exclusively with cold water every morning like a fucking SICKO (good for him).

Shoutout to the man who has one apron which he uses both for art and for cooking and refuses to buy another one because he says having more than one is unnecessary.

Shoutout to the man who has an entire shelf of his art supplies which he keeps very tidy and organized, but his workstation is constantly a mess.

Shoutout to the man who accidentally drank paint water when sleep deprived and didn't even notice until a few seconds after he swallowed it.

Shoutout to the man who used to consistently organize his art supplies by colour but has since has given up.

Shoutout to the man with like 69 pinterest boards all for really specific things and somehow is able to nagivate them with no issue.

SFW VASILY/READER

Shoutout to the man who, if you let him, will pull out his phone and take pictures or videos of you while hanging out, purely because he wants to always remember the small moments.

Shoutout to the man who picks you up like a cat sometimes just for the funnies.

Shoutout to the man who has the warmest tiddies to snuggle on a cold night. Or a cold day. Or a hot day. Why limit yourself (although he might not appreciate the last one).

Shoutout to the man who's so observant that he notices when something's bothering you before even you notice it.

Shoutout to the man who will drag you out of bed in the morning, he'll let you sleep in if you need it but. Do you smell that ? The breakfast he cooked for you both ? What're you gonna do, stay in bed and let it get cold rather than eat it with him?

Shoutout to the man who's impulse upon waking up to accidentally drooling on you in his sleep was to laugh first and THEN apologize.

Shoutout to the man who is the reason you watch your step while youre in his room / he's in your room, because he likes to lay down on the floor.

Shoutout to the man who allows you to bite his fingers like a cat.

Shoutout to the man who draws your favourite characters just to see you light up.

Shoutout to the man who stays up late drawing who you have to drag to bed with you or he'll be up for another god knows how many hours.

Shoutout to the man who, when he doesnt stay up late drawing, sleeps at a pretty reasonable time, and drags you to bed when you're up late.

Shoutout to the man who invites you to play fps games with him and supports you even if you have no idea what you're doing.

Shoutout to the man who likes to give you big hugs and lifts you up off the ground to spin you, but stopped ever since he accidentally spun your ankle right into the leg of a table and had to go get ice for you.

Shoutout to the man who lets you borrow all his comfy sweaters and jackets and calls you a bowling ball when you stuff your knees into the sweater while you wear it.

Shoutout to the man who cant handle spicy food for shit. You only learned that about him when you ate something spicy with him, and you turned to him bcs he was sniffling and he looked like he was about to cry.

Shoutout to the man who went stargazing with you only to accidentally choose the most mosquito infested place.

Shoutout to the man who wanted to have a candlelit dinner with you but evenetually got annoyed that he couldn't see the food and just turned on the ceiling light.

Shoutout to the man who didn't notice you were laying on the floor, almost stepped on you, then immediately noticed you and fell over and hit his head.

Shoutout to the man who got flustered like a schoolgirl after you did the kabedon to him.

Shoutout to the man that made cookies with you and cut them into cute shapes only for them to expand while baking and then become deformed, but he still tried to salvage them and it sort of worked.

Shoutout to the man who seemed so visibly distressed as he told you he couldnt find his favourite pencil anywhwre, only for you to chuckle and tell him that it was behind his ear.

I THINK THIS IS STILL SFW BUT IDK

Shoutout to the man WITH THE HAIRY CHEST ‼️

NSFW

Shoutout to the man who will overstimulate you, and when you tell him its too much, he'll give you reassuring kisses and whisper to you "you can do this" and "you're being so good for me" all while not letting up in the fucking slightest. He only stops if you directly ask him to.

Shoutout to the man who doesnt like to limit himself to fucking you on the bed, and likes to experiement in different places like over your table, on a chair, on the floor, against a wall, or wherever else you both can think of.

Shoutout to the man who tried to finger you but then winced and had to stop because he forgot that he accidentally burned his hand last time he cooked.

Shoutout to the man who you accidentally walked in on masturbating while groaning your name.

Shoutout to the man who, if you let him, pulls out the audio recorder on his phone while he's doing you so he can always listen back to the soft noises you made for him.

Shoutout to the man who sneezed when you gave him head, and couldn't help but chuckle when you mustered a muffled "bless you" while his dick was still in your mouth.

Shoutout to the man who accidentally came onto your bedsheet and wanted to clean it up, so he took some tissues and a cup of water to clean it off, but you accidentally kicked his arm while getting off the bed at the same time he tried to pour a bit of water, consequently spilling the water on the bed. The patch was still damp when you tried to sleep and you both ended up huddling on one corner of the bed to avoid the cold wet spot.

#golden kamuy #headcanons #imagines #vasily x reader #vasily pavlichenko #golden kamuy imagines #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy headcanons

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Cleaning cuts

Vasily x fem!reader Fluffy fluff ~1 000 words

Enjoy!

“The sound was way worse than the injury seems to be. It hurts a lot?"

“nuh-uh.”

“Glad to hear,” murmured [Y/N] as if she assumed his manly pride would allow for a different answer.

But the truth was that Vasily felt no pain. Or at least he wasn't paying attention to it. He was much more fascinated by the warmth that seeped into his body from where her leg rested against him. If his hand had slipped and "accidentally" landed on her thigh, would she notice? She seemed too busy cleaning the wound to notice anything. But what if she did notice and immediately moved away, breaking contact? He preferred not to take any risk and stay with what was certain.

Instead, his eyes traced the gentle curve of her waist, wondering how tightly could he wrap his arms around her. He could easily hide this personification of warmth and softness in his arms, pressed against his chest. Would she hug him back? Would freeze awkwardly or worse push him back? He had survived gunshots, but suddenly he wasn't sure he could survive a single push from her.

The shadows cast by the lamp barely noticeable traced the muscles of her arm, normally invisible to the naked eye. His head twitched slightly as he took a closer look, and loose strands of his own hair fell over his forehead. [Y/N] hissed annoyed at him to stop moving and without hesitation she brushed the lose strands back with the fingers of her free hand to keep them out of her way. Vasily grunted apologetically and didn't even dare to move, still feeling his whole body tremble at the mere memory of that brief touch.

His gaze wandered further along the crook of her neck, feeling the taste of her skin on his lips that would accompany every kiss. He could already hear a soft sigh or purr from her caused by his touch. Or would it tickle her? Maybe instead she would laugh the same way that he loved so much and that was honey to his ears.

He traced the line of her jaw with his eyes, counting in his mind how many kisses he would fit in this short length of her bone and stopped only on her lips. She was biting on them with her pearly teeth in concentration, and Vasily was ready to give anything just to feel their touch. A mere kiss on the cheek would have been enough for the rest of his life. Or maybe not? Perhaps a mere kiss on the cheek would be enough to make him addicted and unable to think of anything else. But is it such a bad way of living?

Finally, he forced his gaze to shift to the cheeks still marked by the cold reigning outside. If he ever dared to finally caressed them, would she freeze, flinch, or lean into his touch the same way he would lean into her at any given moment? His fingers twitched at the mere thought, but he didn't dare to move his hand.

Instead, he raised his gaze, finally meeting her eyes. She stared at his temple in concentration, carefully catching any dirt that still remained in his wound. The light of the lamp reflected in [E/C] irises, but it was nothing like the sparkle that shone in them every time she looked at the world she loved so much. It was nothing like the glow Vasily wished would shine in her eyes when she looked at him.

He was selfish and made no secret of it. I mean, he did hide it from her, but not from himself at all. Yes, he was more than willing to get all the love she had to offer and not share it with anyone else, thank you, goodbye.

The question was if [Y/N] was willing to share that love with him. In no way did he want to force her to love him, nor did he know how to ask. So he sat there and watched. Vasily was good at watching, at watching and remembering. So he was siting, watching and memorizing every detail there was to see and memorize.

Maybe, except for the one detail that [Y/N] was just calling his name, her voice getting louder and louder with panic. The sniper twitched and blinked a few times, coming out of his thoughts and looked at her questioningly.

“Are you okay? Should I get the doctor?” she asked, examining his face carefully.

Vasily shook his head eagerly, feeling as his cheeks begin to burn. He quickly found his notebook and scribbled a short >>I was just thinking.<<

"What were you thinking about then?” She began collecting used swabs and capping the medicine bottles, her voice fully suspicious.

>>Stuff.<<

[Y/N] looked critically at that answer, then equally critically at him, secretly hoping he'd clarify. That didn't happen though, so she merely sighed ironically, "your precision in words almost matches your precision in shooting." Her gaze softened. “If you're not feeling well, I'll call the doctor. Hitting your head like that can be dangerous."

>>Don't worry about it.<<

“Sure... Just let me know if you would like to share some of these thoughts you have.” Gathering the rest of her belongings, she got up and put them back in their usual place in the cupboards, and as she turned back into the room, she collided with the man standing right behind her. The silence with which he could move still amazed her.

>>Promise you won't be mad.<<

Her eyebrow shot up suspiciously. “Angry for what?” Vasily hastily pointed to the >>just thinking<< written earlier. “Oh, you want me not to be mad at whatever you were thinking about?” when he responded with a nod, she shrugged. “Sure, go on.”

Vasily stubbornly pointed to the word promise.

“I promise I won't be mad at-” she didn't get to finish as Vasily was too excited to finally be able to wrap her tightly in his arms. He buried his face in her hair too scared to meet her gaze and waited. Vasily was good at waiting. He could wait for his prey in the cold whole night. And now these few seconds felt like a whole long night. At least until [Y/N] raised her arms and wrapped them tightly around his ribs, in a hug not less desperate than his own. He could feel her hands tightening on his shirt and her head nuzzling against his chest refusing to let go any time soon.

And Vasily has never been happier.

#vasily #Vasily Pavlichenko #vasily golden kamuy #golden kamuy vasily #golden kamuy #never enough golden kamuy #golden kamuy x you #golden kamuy x reader

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Warmth of the cold-blooded sniper

I barely finished second WEEK of this semester and I'm already and still getting owned by my uni. I had to write these stories or I will burn out at best.

Over 1,6k words, Vasilyxf!reader, fluff per usual

Enjoy!

The climate on Karafuto was usually cold. However, when Vasily lowered the binoculars and his eyes fixated on a distant point, the temperature seemed to drop an extra few degrees. 

[Y/N] watched as the man knelt on one knee while resting his rifle on his shoulder. It was one, coherent and smooth movement. Years of practice led to perfection and left no room for any slack. Blue eyes followed the victim's movement above the barrel, devoid of any emotion. His entire body seemed to be detached from the surrounding reality, concentrating on the shot like a well-aimed arrow. 

The sound of gunfire pierced the air, causing a minute of chaos. The frightened birds jumped into the air with a terrifying screech. Smaller animals fell through the undergrowth, leaving only torn leaves behind. Even the small cloud of her own breath froze in the air. 

Meanwhile, Vasily didn't even bat an eye. Only with a learned movement, as natural as his heartbeat, did he reload his weapon, ready to finish off the animal. The clicking of the sliding mechanism sent shivers down her spine as the man continued to stare at his prey, as if even a second's distraction would make it suddenly vanish into thin air. The young deer fell into the undergrowth, thrown about with the last jerks of its life. There was no need for a second shot. Sniper precision was flawless as usual. 

Vasily let out a satisfied hum and signaled her that they could now descend the hill. [Y/N] scrambled out of her spot among the bulging roots and followed him. The woman stepped over irregularities in the ground and ducked under low branches, carefully imitating the man walking in front of her. Her thoughts were already too far away for her to pay attention to her surroundings. 

Sometimes she forgot how deadly dangerous Vasily was. The memories of his laughter and affectionate gestures contrasted sharply with the chilling sight from a moment ago. She also never dared to ask how much of the war was still in him. For her, the war was something distant, it never really affected her. She had no father or brother to take part in the draft. News from the front rarely reached the village, and even if it did, it was hushed in the company of a young woman. 

Is now a good time to ask? Is it even a question possible to answer? 

She almost bumped into the man as he tried unsuccessfully to get her attention. He frowned for a moment at her thoughtfulness and pointed upwards. [Y/N] looked up at the quickly darkening sky. 

They won't make it back home before dark. 

* 

[Y/N] stared blankly at the glowing coals, inhaling the musty smell of the woven bunk she was lying on. Little more than 4 walls and a hearth, long ago deprived of its rightful owner, but still standing intact. For years this old cottage has served as a shelter from the night and bad weather for travelers, a proof of the diligent work of the old days. Its usually quiet and dusty interior was now filled with the pleasant warmth of the fire and Vasili's calm breathing. 

How did he managed to fall asleep so quickly? He didn't seem to care about the hard boards and thin blanket. Are these some secret techniques of the Russian military? She looked at the figure sleeping on the floor. Tucked in his own cloak, he frowned even in his sleep. 

The old bunk creaked softly as she reached towards him, ready to see if the two vertical wrinkles on his forehead were permanent or if there was any hope for him after all. She froze, however, when the glow of the fireplace was reflected in the barrel of the rifle lying within his reach. 

The warning flashed before her eyes. The cold of death bit her fingers and ran up her arm, making her shiver. Vasily never talked about his experiences at the front, and she never had the courage to ask what effect it had had on him. What was the chance that, startled from sleep, he would take up arms? She never saw him sleeping so deeply, will it differ from waking up from a nap? 

As a matter of fact, it was the first time they were sleeping in one room. Grandmas from her village would be outraged if they knew. Two unmarried youngsters sleeping in one room? ALONE? 

Suddenly aware of the whole situation, she blushed and withdrew her hand as if it had been burned. She stole a glance, unsure whether Vasily had magically heard her thoughts. Fortunately, he didn't and continued to sleep, unaware of her dilemma. On the other hand, Vasily didn't seem to be a person who cared about what others thought of him. Fixated on his own goals, he could make decisions completely contrary to the views of the village babushkas. Such as deserting, leaving everything and traveling through foreign territory without a yen to his soul just to get revenge. 

Sometimes it seemed so stupid, but at the same time it was what she admired about him. The ability to make his own decisions and even sticking to them. 

Torn, she bit her lip nervously. The sight of the ice-cold sniper clashed with the memories of the same man, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he tried to capture the smallest details in his drawings. Fear froze her in place, but the flame of hope and curiosity burned brighter. 

She could now put aside her worries about the gossips the next day. People will say whatever they like about her anyway. However, there was still the question of Vasily. Will she startle him? Will he be mad? 

[Y/N] rolled onto her back, her head full of shouting voices. The cautious part of her absolutely forbade any antics that would result in being shot or rejected by Vasily. The rational part of her rightly reminded her that Vasily had never miss fired before, and therefore the likelihood of him shooting her blindly was low. Meanwhile, touch-deprived part of her was laying on the debate table drooling at the mere thought of holding hands. 

And how can you make any decisions in such team? Sometimes it may be better not to think at all. 

The woman took a deep breath, seeking agreement between all parties, and rolled out of bed before anyone could change her mind. She landed softly on her feet and glanced quickly at the rifle. Certain that it wasn't pointed at her yet, she gathered her blanket and spread it on the floor, squeezing herself between the man and the fireplace. She watched what he was doing with one eye and the absolute lack of reaction from him with the other. 

Since he decided to stay in the village for a little longer, the inhabitants took advantage of his youthful strength and efficiency in all possible works. Despite their generous payments in the form of money, food and hospitality, the constant tasks must have exhausted him. 

She lay down on her makeshift bed, wrapping herself in her own cloak. She tried to get as comfortable as possible on the hard floor and closed her eyes, still seeing through her eyelashes the hand lying at the level of her face. Without thinking, she covered it with a piece of cloak, protecting it from the cold of the night. 

And suddenly everything went quiet. As the tension drained from her body, the sound of the blood in her ears diminished, replaced by the rhythm of their breathing. The crackling of the dying fire soothed her frayed nerves, slowly pushing her towards sleep. 

At least until Vasily removed his hand. 

[Y/N] blinked in surprise and looked up, meeting piercing blue eyes. The entire world froze, went deaf, and plunged into darkness, shrinking to the size of just the two of them. She had stared at him blankly for decades after someone had dropped a hand grenade into her brain, depriving of all thought. She wasn't sure if she was breathing at all. 

“The bunk wasn't comfortable” she muttered without even the slightest involvement of the brain in formulating this statement. Vasily raised an eyebrow skeptically, but even in the darkness she could see the slightest lift at the corner of his lips. 

He touched his ear and nodded. >>I could hear<< 

The world went up in flames, burning down all her hopes for a decent life. She was fully ready to sink into the ground and never emerge. 

“Sorry to wake you up,” she mumbled, closing her eyes with a sigh, unable to look at the circus show she just performed. She didn't even flinch when Vasily moved. He could go ahead and take the bunk, or walk away from her life forever. It didn't matter to her as she was about to die right where she lay. 

She flinched when she felt a hand on her back, and then, completely effortlessly, she was moved the few dozen centimeters that separated them. Vasily shifted in his seat and held her against his chest, shielding her from the world. And suddenly the wooden floor of this old cottage was the coziest place on earth. She exhaled softly, the tension leaving her body again and the arm around her keeping them from separating. She swung her arm over his side, feeling it rise in rhythm with his breathing. She pressed her forehead against his shirt and the dull beating of his heart allowed her to finally fall asleep. 

He was warm. The cold-blooded sniper was very very warm. 

#my studies aren't even that difficult #just my anxiety not helping #yes Vasily was awake the whole time #he was just curious what's gonna happen #golden kamuy #never enough golden kamuy #golden kamuy vasily #vasily golden kamuy #vasily pavlichenko #vasily #gk vasily #vasily x reader #vasily x you #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy x you

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Are you mad?

Kinda nsfw, but now much I think? I believe there are fics better than this. Vasily x f!reader ~850 words Enjoy!

“Are you mad?” Her eye didn't even twitch as he irritably tossed his shoes into the corner of the genkan, confirming her suspicions. He crossed the distance between them with firm steps and pushed her against the chest of drawers leaning against the wall. His hot breath tickled her collarbone, deep, urgently slowed as he tried to control himself. Like a beast dazed with fury. 

 [Y/N] stole a glance at his hands, frozen millimeters from her body, as he didn't know what he wanted to do. She ran her fingertips over the exposed skin of his forearm, feeling it tremble under her touch. She closed her hand around his wrist and pressed it against the side of her thigh, feeling him instantly grab what was most dear to him. His lips pressed against hers with enough force to hurt. His kisses were fierce and hungry for something else, something much worse. She didn't resist, she let him pour out the fury raging in his body. 

Until his lips slowed, the possessive grip on her thigh eased, and their breathing calmed. 

[Y/N] looked at the beast nestled in her hair and stole a few more kisses. Small and fleeting, a reward for her sore lips. She felt his hand smoothing the wrinkled material of her skirt and drawing the first letters. By this stage she was very good at reading the words he was leaving on her skin. 

 >>I will kill him. << 

The woman stroked the jagged scar on his cheek with her thumb. The quintessence of how fierce her partner can be. She could have let him. She could have let him go and let that bastard never even come close to her again. However, all she could see were the consequences of his actions. This is not the wilderness of Hokkaido, where no one will give a second thought at a random corpse deep in the forest. 

“You can do it,” she murmured against his lips, the sniper's cold instantly biting her skin. Her hand tightened on his shirt before he could even move an inch away. “Or you can stay there.” She brushed her fingers against the buttons fastening the collar of his shirt. “With me.” She felt his muscles tense under her touch as she ran her hand down his torso to the edge of the fabric. “And i can give you things others can't even dream of.” She slipped her hand under the fabric, cutting off his breath. 

She didn't have to wait for him to make a decision. She was immediately placed on the top of the dresser, putting them on equal heigh. Pressed against his chest as if the millimeters that separated them through their clothes were too much distance, she could hear his heart pounding. Or was it her own? She didn't have time to think about it, too busy unbuttoning his shirt while hot kisses trailed down her neck, pushing down the neckline of her blouse. 

His hands roamed over her body, dispersing her thoughts. All she could think about was his touch, worshiping every part of her, even the parts she hated. His breathing, quickened and ragged by the kisses, matching the rhythm of her own. The hunger between them, a hunger for something more than they were allowed to. 

She finished the last button and watched as he took off his shirt, forging every single element of this moment into her memory. The first glimpse of his stomach, just above the line of his pants, the barely visible outline of his ribs, his chest muscles raised as he moved, the gentle curve of his biceps as he released his arm from the sleeve, his hair ruffled by the fabric, that she would soon personally make even messier, and his clear blue eyes focused on her as if nothing else existed in the world. 

They pressed against each other as if this moment of separation lasted forever. She traced the shape of his collarbones and the outline of every single muscle with her hands. At this point she might have known his body by heart, but she was too busy savoring the taste of his lips to remember anything. She only let go of him when the edge of her blouse began to rise, announcing its quick removal. 

She let him enjoy this forbidden sight and place kisses wherever only he could. Now she knew what goddesses worshiped by thousands felt like. But she only had one follower and that one was the only one she needed. She placed a series of blessings on her admirer's face, ending just behind his ear, where she left a small red mark. Usually hidden by hair, visible only to those who dare to touch him. A sign to each of them that he belongs to her. 

The man gave her a surprised look, touching the bite, and malice immediately flashed in his eyes, ready to return the favor. 

It's a pity that their intimate moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and replaced by a panicked search for their own clothes. 

#first time writing sth like this #i'm kinda shy #hope it's not cringe #i just couldn't take it seriously and have to end it with comedy element #golden kamuy #never enough golden kamuy #vasily pavlichenko #vasily golden kamuy #golden kamuy vasily #vasily #golden kamuy x reader #gk vasily #golden kamuy x you

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

A tattoo

Vasily x gn!reader Modern AU where Vasily is a tattoo artist!

>>Text like this is written.<<

Enjoy!

>>Do you want a tattoo?<< a notification popped up at the top of the screen. [Y/N] looked up and met the expectant gaze of blue eyes peering over the graphics tablet.

“Made by you?” they asked, to which he replied with a murmur clearly saying of course made by me. “How much?” Narrowed their eyes narrowed. The amount of the discount was highly correlated with the level of love their boyfriend had for them.

Vasily put down the graphic pen and raised his half-gloved hand to show a zero.

“Free?!” The left eyebrow shot up, almost reaching the hairline. Vasily was way to popular tattoo artist for such discounts. It wasn't a love discount, it was a trap. “Where's the catch?” [Y/N] leaned back in their chair, glaring at him as he clicked on the answer. The phone buzzed, heralding an answer.

>>You are not seeing the tattoo until it's done<<

“You want to make a canvas out of me?”

>>All my clients are my canvas no need to be offended<<

[Y/N] looked at him with narrowed eyes for a moment longer, then went back to scrolling. “No, thank you.” An offended huff came from the other side of the table, so their nose wrinkled. “Smells fishy to me.”

Answered them a quiet clicks and another notification.

>>Let me know when you change your mind<<

*

Vasily was a patient man. He could spend weeks pretending the conversation never had a place, while stabbing his partner at every single opportunity.

The instant switching between designs when the tablet screen came into their view effectively hid the design he had prepared.

His perceptive gaze always caught when [Y/N] traced the black lines that framed his own arms. And each of such captures was accompanied by a provocative glance. >>You can have even better one.<<

[Y/N] has tried many times to guess what Vasily's tattoo might be. As they cuddled during the lazy hours, they felt his hand trace the design over their skin. However, the patterns never wanted to form a coherent picture.

Until curiosity finally took over.

“Are you asleep?” [Y/N] tried to distinguish in the darkness whether their boyfriend was already sleeping or just lying with eyes closed.

His hand wandered in the darkness for a moment, until it found their face and tightly covered their mouth ordering silence.

"The tattoo..." they gasped, muffled. One blue eye opened, burning with curiosity. “You can't tell me what the theme would be, can you?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“But it wouldn’t be some cliche like shallow quote from Pinterest, name in fancy font or your self-portrait?”

Vasily rose slightly, giving them a partly surprised but mostly offended glare, and reached for the phone. [Y/N] instantly wiggled their head between his and his shoulder so they could share the screen. Both of them hissed, dazzled by the already dim display, but after a while were able to see the letters.

>>Have some faith in my taste<<

“I know that you're a great artist, but what if I don't like it?”

>>You will LOVE it.<<

They gave him a critical look. “You used to be a careful man.”

>>I still am I redraw it so many times this piece cannot be any better<<

[Y/N] bit their lip thoughtfully. They could felt Vasily watching out of the corner of his eye, blue gaze drilling deeper and deeper into their soul. Finally they sighed and looked at the phone screen again. “When are you free?”

Vasily's teeth flashed in a victorious smile and he quickly booked the next available date on his calendar.

>>No love for no-show ups<< he warned, holding the phone close to their face so he would be sure they read the message.

And then the device slipped from his hand and landed right on their nose.

*

[Y/N] stared blankly at the small screen. Their attention was gone for the last three episodes but there wasn't much else to see from their seat. Vasily made every effort to prevent them from spying on the process.

But if they tried hard enough, they could see the profile of his face with the very edge of their eye. His forehead was wrinkled in concentration, but his eyes burned with a passion that was only present when he was drawing or tattooing.

Half of his face was covered by a black mask, which he wore every time he went outside. Even now, when the studio was empty, filled only with the hum of the needle, Vasily hid the remnants of the surgery. [Y/N] still wasn't sure if he was doing it because he was feeling self-conscious or if he was tired of curious looks and questions.

The man straightened up stiffly and put down the device. Feeling a gaze on him, he nodded questioningly at them.

“Just admiring the views.” they murmured nonchalantly and was delighted to see the tips of his ears instantly burn red.

He wiped off the remaining ink with sandpaper and applied a generous dose of soothing cream to the irritated skin. He tore off the gloves and ordered them to get up, while making sure they couldn't see the end result.

“If I don’t like it, I’m tattooing a dick on your forehead.” they warned as he placed his hands over their eyes.

“Huh?!” muttered Vasily, not remembering THAT part of the deal. He led them through the room making sure they didn't hit anything, and waited a moment, building up the tension before removing his hands.

[Y/N] stared in disbelief at the reflection in the mirror. Their jaw lay forgotten on the floor, preventing them from sticking together even a single sentence.

“What- How- It's-” they choked on the words, examining the tattoo from every possible angle. “How did you come up with that?!” They gasped, finally looking away from the reflection. Vasily spread his hands in an obvious gesture and pointed to himself. He just was the best.

“I love it!” [Y/N] wasn't sure if they should focus on him or the tattoo, so their eyes were jumping from one to the other.

Vasily raised his hand and tapped his own chest three times. It was their own signal. As old as their relationship, with many meanings, but all of them related.

“Yes! Of course, I love you too!” they exclaimed. “Have you seen THIS?!” [Y/N] pointed to one of the fragments, as if he hadn't spent hours drawing every inch of this masterpiece.

Vasily couldn't tell you how much he loved you, and that was the best substitute he could come up with. Hopefully with this you will get the message every single day.

#*purposely removes punctuation from Vasily's texts* #it's 4am #opening enery drink at 10 pm was bad idea #never enough golden kamuy #never enough my stories #vasily #Vasily Pavlichenko #vasily golden kamuy #golden kamuy vasily #golden kamuy #golden kamuy x you #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy modern AU

[never-enough-golden-kamuy]

Rusalka part 2: After the storm

Another part of Rusalka!

Maybe not fluff but i wouldn't call it angst. A bit of blood but nothing compared to manga/anime. I hope you will find the ending funny.

~ 1 000 words

Enjoy!

"Stop it!" [Y/N] nudged the spotted goat, stubbornly wandering under her feet. The bells attached to its horns jingled irritatingly, demanding a drink. The woman adjusted her grip on the handle of the ax and took a sharp breath. The icy air of Karafuto stung her throat, but it was nothing compared to anger bubbling inside her. Bubbling with irritation, cold and, what's worse, lack of sleep. Pushed by the sudden strength, she once again took a swing and split the ice cover in two. The joyful animals rushed towards her, pressing their snouts into the icy water even before she could fish out the thick ice and throw it aside. 

Pushed by furry rumps, she gave way and sat on a nearby fence. She put her feet on the lower board, as if the very contact with the ground was sucking all the warmth out of her, and glanced around the monotonous landscape, tucking her cracked hands under her armpits. 

There was snow as far as the eye could see. On the roof, on the road, sometimes even on animals. Drifts blew by the wind cut her off from the village, whose tall columns of smoke rose toward the gray clouds. When she squinted, she could see small figures already digging paths between the houses. Soon they will reach her house. 

The brown horse made its presence felt by nuzzling her pockets. He had to make sure she wasn't hiding any treats from him. 

“Your owner scared the life out of me last night” she admitted, pushing away the steaming muzzle. The animal, disinterested, moved away into the pasture, leaving her alone. 

She rubbed her tired face, feeling the sudden surge of strength give way to righteous fatigue. The pauses between breaths became longer, the icy air stung her throat, and fingers began to stiffen. A sleepless night hung over her thoughts like a hail cloud. Her strained back was unable to keep her straight. Not after she half-dragged the man across the courtyard to the doorstep. Finding a foreign soldier wounded and eaten alive by fever in the shed was certainly not part of her plans for this season. Nor for any other. Nevertheless, she couldn't leave him on his own. 

She looked through her fingers again towards the village. Maybe it was a good thing that the storm cut her off from the rest of the villagers. No one will be able to see what a stupid idea she came up with this time. 

She should check on her unexpected quest soon. His body needs food to fight the infection, even if it requires waking him up. She placed her hands on the fence, suddenly unsure whether she would have the strength to reach the door if she jumped off it. She glanced towards the building, gauging the distance just in time to see the door slide open. 

He crossed the threshold with surprisingly steady steps for someone who had been unable to get up on his own just a few hours earlier. Even more surprising was his coat, unbuttoned despite the icy weather. And worst of all was the gun pointed straight at her. 

The world froze and ashed. All she could hear was the rushing sound of the Sanzu River, which she was about to cross. For a second lasting a century, she looked back at all the mistakes she had made in her life, ending with the pale Russian pointing at her from the doorway of her own house. She let him in there herself. 

The gunshot shattered the frozen reality, throwing her to the ground. She felt no pain, didn't really feel anything. All she could hear was buzzing, drowning out everything else. From the distant world of the living, she could hear the panicked roars of startled animals, and much closer there was a high-pitched clamor. Maybe it's her own scream? She wasn't sure. She could already see her own body lying limp in the snow and a bloody stain growing around it. The first crimson drops had already started to caress her cheek. 

She closed her eyes, feeling sudden helplessness. All she could think were her poor goats, suddenly deprived of a loving owner. They were so mean and annoying that their new owner will immediately turn them into sausages. 

At least until a shadow passed over her eyelids and stray snow splashed onto her face. The man jumped over her, striking something out of her sight with the butt of his rifle. The clamoring sounded again, further this time, followed by another gunshot. Much less drastic than the first one. 

She felt more than heard the crunch of snow caving in under his shoes. Blue eyes appeared above her, just below worried eyebrows and slightly over scarred cheeks, marked with fresh blood. He fell into the snow at her side and yanked her to a sitting position. He stretched her arm, scanning it quickly, forcing her to turn her face to look at her cheek. Until she pushed him away. 

He gave her an irritated look, reigniting her anger. He just tried to shoot her. She should be the annoyed one. Worse. She should be dead. 

She looked at herself, but her coat bore no trace of blood. Just a few larger drops on the sleeve. She rubbed her hands over her torso, neck, everywhere. She didn't even find a bullet scratch anywhere. Then whose blood was it? 

She looked up at the man with lost gaze. Without a word, he raised his hand, pointing to a red shape surrounded by a bloody, steaming halo. Bared teeth still gleamed in a dead smile, the dark muzzle still marked with white foam, and the ruffled fur smoothed by the wind. A rabid dog. 

She looked back at the sharpshooter, still kneeling in the bloody snow marking the spot of the first shoot. Less than a meter from the place where she had just been sitting carelessly. 

He was aiming at the rabid dog. 

She drew a thin stream of breath through pursed lips and then punched him straight in the ribs, through a gap in his unbuttoned coat. 

This man will be the death of her. 

#could i read it tomorrow with clear mind? #i could #would that make it better? #it might #will i do it? #no :3 #wanted to post it since the first part #can you smell it? #it's protective Vasily #i'm still not over this man #golden kamuy #never enough golden kamuy #vasily pavlichenko #vasily golden kamuy #golden kamuy vasily #vasily #golden kamuy x reader #golden kamuy x you #gk vasily

[creachureboy]

Open commissions !

This is my main ! But i may interact from @the******burgerking or @hughs-sunnyside

Masterlist of the stuff I've written (gk & tf2)

(Ps i dont always reply to comments but i guarantee you they always make my day)

Golden Kamuy

SFW stuff

GK modern AU road trip (VERY PROUD OF THIS ONE)

GK charas based on if they bite into popsicles / drink shower water

GK charas search history hcs

Koito/reader platonic modern AU hcs

Saichi/reader modern AU Game Night (incomplete)

SFW Alphabet Sugimoto/reader and Vasily/reader

Domestic Sugimoto/Reader

NSFW stuff (not exclusively, but does contain it)

Shoutouts to Vasily Pavlichenko

Vasily/reader hcs

Team Fortress 2

SFW stuff

How the mercs would take care of a little (age regressed reader)

Scout x reader, helping him study

Gun cleaning with Sniper (age regressed reader)

5 moments with Scout

HeavyMedic taking care of an age regressed reader

Scout x Sniper x a Clingy S/O

A Sleepover with Scout (age regressed reader)

4 Moments with Pyro

HeavyMedic taking care of an age regressed reader PART 2!

Secret Gift Giver (age regressed reader)

Tf2 mercs vs fnaf animatronics (crack hcs)

Mann. Co. Mandatory Journal Project (Ao3 link - ongoing)

Morning Spy & Night Spy (age regressed reader)

Closeted Homies (scout x reader)

Nighttime Scooter Ride (scout x reader)

TF2 mercs playing Lethal Company (hcs)

NSFW stuff

Intimacy with Scout

Scout x Reader drabble

Scout lines

Scout lines (sub ver.)

Cockwarming with Sniper

Another Scout x Reader drabble

Control Me (Sniper x reader)

Next Step (Scout x reader)

#golden kamuy #headcanons #golden kamuy imagines #golden kamuy x reader #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader