First of many
This is a very short fic about Pavi getting his first face after he was scarred. It's not smut so sorry to all you pervy repo smut lovers, I just wanted to write this for my own enjoyment.
Sat with a slightly cracked mirror to his side, Pavi wept silently. His life had been one of beauty and of many women but now he feared it was over. His latest surgery, on an attempt to keep his perfection, had ended with some complications and had left him horribly scarred.
“Are you gonna sulk and cry like a faggot all the time now?” his brother appeared at his door, arms folded with a look of disappointment. “Si, fratello”. This was all Pavi could say without breaking down and he knew how little Luigi appreciated seeing him or any one cry.
“Well fucking stop it!” Luigi stormed into the room and threw open the drapes “you need to get the fuck over it, so a surgery fucked up your face!? It’s not the end of the world!”
Pavi pulled the covers over his head “please go away, fratello”
“No! I won’t go away!” Luigi ripped the covers away from his brother “Get up, now!”
Pavi sighed and sat up, not once glancing over to his brother “why fratello? The Pavi has-a no reason to get up!”
“Oh let me go get the violin out, the Pavi has no reason to live!” Luigi taunted him but sighed. “Look, you mentioned that whole new face thing before” he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed “Si, fratello. But-a you made fun of-a that idea!”
“Yes I did as it’s a faggoty idea on your part” Luigi rolled his eyes and took a deep breath “but I was just fucking some bitch and she was such a shit lay” he continued “whining all the time and just annoying so I killed her!”
“So fratello? You do this all of-a the time!”
“Yes I do but as shit as she was, she was also quite the looker!” Luigi glanced to his brother, awkwardly.
“What are you trying-a to say, fratello?”
“Geez, do you need me to spell it out for you faggot?”
Pavi shook his head, kind of understanding what he was saying.
“If you really need to wear some bitches face to make you feel more… ‘pretty’ again” Luigi scoffed slightly “I made sure to keep her face untouched and I left her in the last guest room, down the hall”.
Pavi sat there for a moment, running his hand through his hair and down along his hideous scars.
“Si, fratello….the Pavi wants-a this” he jumped up out of the bed “you will need this, it should work well for this kind of thing” Luigi handed his brother a small, very sharp knife.
“Grazi, fratello” Pavi hurried to the door and hesitated for a moment, turning back to his brother; who sat still on his bed.
“You will-a stay here. Fratello?” he toyed with the knife “so the Pavi can-a thank you properly?”
“I’m just doing this so I don’t have to hear you whine anymore, faggot!” he scoffed, knowing deep down he was doing this to make him happy and he hoped Pavi knew this. “But maybe I will wait around, so that you can show me your faggoty new look!” he smirked as Pavi ran out of the room, excited like it was Christmas all over again.
Sat with a slightly cracked mirror to his side, Pavi wept silently. His life had been one of beauty and of many women but now he feared it was over. His latest surgery, on an attempt to keep his perfection, had ended with some complications and had left him horribly scarred.
“Are you gonna sulk and cry like a faggot all the time now?” his brother appeared at his door, arms folded with a look of disappointment. “Si, fratello”. This was all Pavi could say without breaking down and he knew how little Luigi appreciated seeing him or any one cry.
“Well fucking stop it!” Luigi stormed into the room and threw open the drapes “you need to get the fuck over it, so a surgery fucked up your face!? It’s not the end of the world!”
Pavi pulled the covers over his head “please go away, fratello”
“No! I won’t go away!” Luigi ripped the covers away from his brother “Get up, now!”
Pavi sighed and sat up, not once glancing over to his brother “why fratello? The Pavi has-a no reason to get up!”
“Oh let me go get the violin out, the Pavi has no reason to live!” Luigi taunted him but sighed. “Look, you mentioned that whole new face thing before” he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed “Si, fratello. But-a you made fun of-a that idea!”
“Yes I did as it’s a faggoty idea on your part” Luigi rolled his eyes and took a deep breath “but I was just fucking some bitch and she was such a shit lay” he continued “whining all the time and just annoying so I killed her!”
“So fratello? You do this all of-a the time!”
“Yes I do but as shit as she was, she was also quite the looker!” Luigi glanced to his brother, awkwardly.
“What are you trying-a to say, fratello?”
“Geez, do you need me to spell it out for you faggot?”
Pavi shook his head, kind of understanding what he was saying.
“If you really need to wear some bitches face to make you feel more… ‘pretty’ again” Luigi scoffed slightly “I made sure to keep her face untouched and I left her in the last guest room, down the hall”.
Pavi sat there for a moment, running his hand through his hair and down along his hideous scars.
“Si, fratello….the Pavi wants-a this” he jumped up out of the bed “you will need this, it should work well for this kind of thing” Luigi handed his brother a small, very sharp knife.
“Grazi, fratello” Pavi hurried to the door and hesitated for a moment, turning back to his brother; who sat still on his bed.
“You will-a stay here. Fratello?” he toyed with the knife “so the Pavi can-a thank you properly?”
“I’m just doing this so I don’t have to hear you whine anymore, faggot!” he scoffed, knowing deep down he was doing this to make him happy and he hoped Pavi knew this. “But maybe I will wait around, so that you can show me your faggoty new look!” he smirked as Pavi ran out of the room, excited like it was Christmas all over again.