#also where is Nikolai he’s also making me nervous

[octagonalbird]

I really enjoy this theory and with all the analysis that everyone has been doing because it looks pretty promising… my concern is that if we’re picking up on it from something like the missing, massive impact crater and Dazai’s strangely coherent speech… there’s no way that Fyodor wouldn’t also pick up on that, right??

What’s he gonna do, sic Nikolai on skk for “cheating”?? Or maybe they escape before Fyodor can do anything to make sure Dazai is really dead? Idk.

I’m not entirely convinced it would make sense from a narrative angle but still I’m worried that Fyodor *knows* about the potential fakeout. And I’m worried that things will somehow get worse before we get a definitive conclusion to the Meursalt plot.

This whole chapter just makes me really nervous andnajdnakdn and that means it’s good!

So Chuuya shooting Dazai is just a fake out death, the bullet didn’t kill Dazai immediately because he was still talking, there is no impact crater matching the bullet shot to his head so Chuuya probably gravity manipulated the bullet, this is all still part of operation “goodbye”. Got it, I can be normal again now.

[sandplague]

pathologic 3 save & sound 2024 presentation

this is a quick attempt at a transcript of the presentation. I think I got most of it but there are some words I was unable to hear, I can't say I have a lot of practice doing this and that's on me so if any of you guys can help me I'll edit it asap

Ressa Schwarzwald: I'm Ressa from Gameowdio. Our team has been working on Pathologic 3 with Vasily Kashnikov and his apprentice Nikolai. This video will feature some of the audio stuff we've made together.

Our goal regarding audio direction was to give the real experience of being in the epicenter of an epidemic. Fully realistic, no bullshit. So we are obviously shooting this video in The Town. We realized pretty early that the game was quite different from the original Pathologic 2 because of the time travel mechanics. So for the prototype we built a time travel machine [the date November 1924 shows on screen], which appeared to be quite useful to record some source sounds, and [date changes to November 3024] make this video in just half a second using existing technology.

Let's start with the music.

Vasily Kashnikov: Hi, I'm Vasily Kashnikov, audio director of Pathologic 3 project. I'll tell you how our music is structured. We were already thinking about how the Bachelor's game would sound when we were working on Patholgic 2 and writing music for Haruspex. In Pathologic 2, the music had more ethnic and real motives (motifs?) and instruments. Since the city and its customs are familiar with Haruspex since he was a child, he is involved in the traditional way of life. In the case of Pathologic 3, this is the view of an outsider who evaluates everything from the point of view of rationality and science. Therefore, we are trying to make the Pathologic 3 soundtrack colder and more detached from the steppes and ethnicity in character. There is more synthesis, guitars at the same time, the Bachelor communicates with those in power so the soundtrack contains a large share of minimalist so-called furniture music that could sound in the beginning of the last century. Piano etudes and references to composers of that time: Satie, Debussy, etc. The soundtrack is a rather eclectic mix of dreampop, downtempo, and (?) minimalism.

In the city when the Bachelor is alone with himself, we emphasize the cold mind of the rhythm section: less emotional harmony, and sometimes electronic timbres. In the rooms where we need to separate the main character from those he interacts with, we use more expressive harmonies and more classical instruments: piano and guitar passages.

When we designed the interactive music system, we assumed that time is finite, and the music had to change depending on the amount of time the Bachelor had left. However, we later abandoned this system and now the music changes depending on the state of the Bachelor himself, who can fall into apathy or psychosis. To emphasize these states, we apply filters and effects to different layers of our tracks and get a slower, muffled sound in the case of apathy, and wired (?) nervous, glitchy in the case of psychosis. In the infected quarters, there are interactive systems that... [screen begins to distort] oh my god, Nataliya! Please stop this!

Nataliya Radina: Whoops, hehe, sorry. But yeah, basically the other system we created reflects everything you hear in the game. Such as... If we use our gun when dealing with the local thugs, the longer we aim the weapon at the people, the less sounds of the outside world we hear and the louder becomes the heartbeat. To add to the intensity, sharper tone was used along with a high pitch tinnitus sound. If the psychosis level goes to the maximum, it starts to damage Bachelor's health, which is accompanied by flashes on the screen, as well as low heartbeat and short breathing sounds.

Vasily Kashnikov: In the infected and rebel's quarters, there are also interactive systems that change the character of the music by adding or disabling instrument layers depending on the state of the world or the Bachelor's equipment to fight the plague. As a result, we have 12 tracks for each day spent in the city. they can freely switch between each other and several dozen themes for locations and characters, and all the music is subject to change depending on the state of the Bachelor.

Nataliya Radina: Since the game has a weather changing system, we also wanted to reflect that in our audio feedback as well. The game has global wetness parameter that shows how intense the rain is. The more it rains, the more squishy and muddy are the steps of the outside surfaces. Moreover, if you come closer to the window, you can hear the rain pondering on the glass. Even in the middle of the plague, we always have room for cozy moments, right? My favorite part of that system is involving cows. [cow moo]. So, when it's raining, you can actually hear very very soft sound of raindrops dropping on those bovine butts. And I personally think it's beautiful.

Artur Ramanouski: Hi, my name is Artur, and I was also involved in creating some sound assets for the game.

Probably the hardest thing to record were the footsteps. I had everything planned out: bought the equipment, got every type of surface, but...there was one small thing I overlooked: I live in a city with over 12 million people. Noise everywhere. The solution was simple and ingenious: I recorded everything on a Sunday, because in Buenos Ares, Sunday is the one day when no one does anything.

Nataliya Radina: One of the most important places in the game is the cathedral. There we have a system of ladders that control the speed and direction of time. Direction wise, we can have it flow normally, or reversed. [entire presentation is rewound very quickly so it's back to Ressa]

Ressa Schwarzwald: She is super professional.

Nataliya Radina: As for the speed, we can make it stand still, go twice as fast, or half normal speed. We created an audio system that has to (?) understand what is actually happening around (inaudible). When we reverse time, spatial effects are added to the surrounding sounds. Ambience, steps, and the mechanism itself. When time stands still, we increase the low frequencies in the ambience, and all the other sounds are muted to zero. Now lastly, when the time goes twice as fast, or half the original speed, the pitch of the surrounding sound changes accordingly.

The coolest part of this system is that it's been actually implemented into the game engine using only one parameter.

Ressa Schwarzwald: Thank you for watching. See you here, later!

[kolyasangel]

oh baby!

synopsis: you have baby fever and nikolai is intrigued...

content: fem!reader, husband!nikolai, fluff, suggestive ending

You don't even know how you got here. You were currently clothes shopping with Nikolai, but you somehow wandered into the baby's clothing section, looking at the small garments.

"There you are. I've been looking for you." Your husband's voice called for you. It didn't take long for him to find you, so he must've already been nearby. You saw he was holding some things, a few plain shirts and a jacket with a black and white checkered pattern draped over his arm. He noticed the jacket caught your eye, so he held it up for you to see and get your opinion on what you thought about it.

"Do you like it? I saw it and I thought it would suit me, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I do! You know, you really own black and white." You chuckled. Nikolai smiled contently and placed the jacket over his arm again before taking the shopping bags you were holding, wanting to hold them for you. His eyes shifted, suddenly aware of his surroundings.

"Sooo, what are you doing here? Do you have something to tell me?" He nudged your shoulder with his elbow.

"No! I'm just- just.. looking around.." You quickly responded, realizing what he meant by his question.

"Looking around? I don't think these clothes will fit you, dove." He playfully teased as he picked up a baby outfit before placing it back on the rack. You didn't miss the slight smile on his face while he looked at the tiny outfit.

As you two left the baby section, you continued to browse leisurely around different shops with Nikolai, hand holding onto his bicep. This surprised him because you usually didn't like showing such affection in public, but he didn't mind at all, of course. In fact, he loved it, but he couldn't help but notice you were being more clingy than usual.

You've already envisioned countless heartwarming scenarios of Nikolai embracing fatherhood. One in particular was your favorite to imagine, a disheveled and sleep-deprived Nikolai tenderly feeding his newborn from a bottle, the baby's tiny hand holding his finger. Others consisted of him buckling up the child in their car seat, dropping them off on the first day of school, making them laugh uncontrollably by smothering their little face in smooches, and many more. You imagined who your child would look like more, maybe Nikolai. The possibility of them inheriting his beautiful eyes filled your heart with immense happiness.

It's not like you didn't want to tell him, but the uncertainty of what he might say kept you on edge, even if you didn't know for sure. What if he doesn't even want kids? What if he says no? You knew you would have to tell him sooner or later though, since it wasn't like he could read your mind. The last time you even remembered Nikolai ever mentioning or interacting with kids was when he said babies look 'squishy' after an encounter in the grocery store where one kept staring and smiling at him in an aisle. You swore you felt the eggs shoot out of your ovaries as you watched that scene unfold. Something about him with a child just looked so right.

Nikolai wasn't clueless. He had already picked up the hints a while ago and realized that you might be contemplating starting a family, but he still wanted to hear the words directly from your mouth. The idea of starting a family excited him, yet it also made him nervous. While he would be more than happy to have children with you, doubts plagued his mind as he feared he wouldn't be a good enough father. Nevertheless, he would be lying if he said he'd never thought about it before. He would be lying if he said a warm feeling didn't grow in his chest whenever he heard you talk fondly about children.

Later that evening, Nikolai suggested he try some of the new clothing he bought in front of you. You agreed and lay on the bed, watching as he removed his shirt each time, leaving him shirtless and just in sweatpants for a short moment before he tried on the next one. You've seen him shirtless many times, but each time left you absolutely breathless.

He tried on the last shirt, and you gulped as it just had to do him so much justice. It was more form-fitting than the previous ones he tried on, his fingers running over the outline of his toned muscles visible through the fabric.

"I think I should only wear this one in front of you," he laughed as he winked at you flirtatiously before sliding the shirt off, leaving him shirtless once again. This time, it would stay that way. He then removed his hair tie and started to unbraid his hair, catching your gaze and offering a teasing smirk. It took everything in you to not push him down on the bed and-

"You like looking at me, don't you?" He raised his arms above his head, clearly wanting to show off his body for you. It almost seemed like he was doing it on purpose, ravishing your thirst for him.

"I'm sorry.." You don't know what you were apologizing for, your mind scrambled at this point.

"For what, dear? Don't be, you can stare all you want! It's all yours anyway." Nikolai seemed confused at your apology, so he swept some hair behind your ear to get a better look at you.

You stayed quiet, contemplating bringing up the topic now or later, now that you felt hot and bothered by his little show.

"What's wrong, dove? You seem to be lost in thought lately," he asked as he joined you in bed.

"I'm just.. thinking about something." You said.

He noticed your nervous demeanor and tilted your chin with his fingers to make you look at him. "Why've you been so shy with me, hm? You can tell me anything, you know I'll never get mad or judge you," he stroked your cheek gently before his hand trailed down to hold yours.

That's right. You always told Nikolai about anything and everything, so why was this any different? No matter what it was you talked to him about, he always made you feel heard. It was only a question after all, so you decided to just let it go and finally tell him.

"Kolya, what do you think about having kids?"

"Oh my! I knew it." He giggled before patting your cheek, amused at your question. You didn't know what kind of reaction you expected from him, but it certainly wasn't this.

"What do you mean?"

"You think I haven't caught onto your hints? You haven't been so discreet with your actions, sweetheart."

You felt a warm flush of embarrassment creeping up your face as you nervously fiddled with your fingers. It felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off your shoulders. He already knows.

"I know it's a major decision, but I feel ready.. and it's okay if you're not yet, I just thought I should let you know," you stammer.

He reached out and planted a soft kiss on your nose before speaking. "Well, I have thought about it before. Honestly, I don't know how great of a father I would be, but the thought of having a mini version of you running around the house sounds like a dream come true."

You felt a pang in your heart as you heard him speak ill of himself falling short of being a good father. The sad look on his face was discernable, it was the same one he had whenever he thought about the horrible actions committed in the past. It still made him shiver at times, regret consuming his mind whenever he sat on the thought for too long before you recognized his despair, rushing to comfort him.

"Nikolai, I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You're not who you used to be."

It was only natural for him to have worries due to his past, but the mere fact that he cared how he may affect you and his future children indicated that he was a changed man, so you made that point very clear to him.

He smiled at your comment and you felt a surge of emotions as he continued, "When I was younger, I never imagined myself getting married, but now I can't imagine having a family unless it's with you."

"Kolya, that's so sweet. I know this is new for the both of us but we'll work through this together. You're already an amazing husband so I have no doubt that you'll be the best father!" You expressed, gently squeezing his hand. A faint rosy hue dusted his cheeks, flustered by your praise.

"Thank you, dove.. and you're going to be such a wonderful mommy." He sighed as he mused about you being a mother to his children. So gentle, so caring, you would just be perfect. He could already see himself peppering your belly with kisses, blabbering on and on to his unborn child about frivolous things. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't wait.

"What if I wake up in the middle of the night asking you for pickles and ice cream?"

Your adorable question caught him off guard, making him laugh. He imagined the scene happening in his head, and it was too cute for words.

Nikolai wakes up groggily as he feels you shaking his arm, wanting him to fulfill your request. "Kolyaaa.. I'm hungry and I need pickles with ice cream please.."

"Even if you do, I wouldn't mind at all, darling! If you want to eat ice cream with pickles or any other strange combination, then I'll gladly get it for you. I'll even try them with you."

Your eyes glimmered at his sweet response and trailed down to his chest, fingers running across his abs. You were overcome with so much love for him that you felt you couldn't wait any longer, and it seemed like Nikolai could tell.

"Kolya.."

"Hm?"

"I want to make cute chubby babies with you." You pleaded with cute eyes.

"Yeah? Right now?" He asked as he pulled you closer to him, finger hooking onto the strap of your tank top, sliding it off slowly before placing soft kisses on your shoulder. "How many?"

"Mm, one? No, two.."

"How about ten?"

"N-No! Too many."

He snickered and pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

"Well then, we better get started if we wanna make those cute babies~"

[aluraveil]

♡ Poly relationship with Yandere Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma!! ♡

If you were the darling of 3 of the 5 members of the Decay of Angels, it would be pretty bad luck for you.

All 3 of them are very possessive of you just like any other yandere. All 3 of them aren't very strict with you, the only rule is that escaping isn't allowed. Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma all know that there's no escaping from them with their vast connections and excellent combat skills plus the thousands of people under their command. They're confident that even if you somehow manage to escape, they can easily bring you back. If somehow they still can't find you, they might even pay a visit to Fitzgerald and "borrow" his Eyes of God.

Fyodor is the scariest one out of the trio. Unlike Nikolai, he doesn't necessarily give off a very friendly vibe. Fyodor gives off a don't-piss-me-off-or-you-will-regret-it vibe. It looks like Fyodor is always staring at you and judging you secretly with his challenging and cold gaze.

Fyodor often likes testing you, such as leaving the front door unlocked or even giving you an opportunity to escape. The first time you took the opportunity you were immediately caught and dragged back. Fyodor was dissapointed with you and you certainly didn't want to see him angry.

Fyodor sometimes even flirts with you just to mess with you and to see your reaction. It makes him laugh whenever he sees you blushing or getting nervous.

Fyodor can be pretty sweet with you sometimes and he loves giving you gifts! For your birthday he got you cake and flowers which made you happy. Fyodor glanced in awe at you as you happily ate cake without a care in the world.

Fyodor often calls you his Myshka (little mouse) as a nickname for you. It's only right for him because he's the leader of the Rats of the House of the Dead.

One time you even went with him into the underground base and you saw him typing away with a huge computer setup. Whenever you're at the base, Fyodor wants you to be in the same room. Under different circumstances, he would let you roam around but the underground tunnels were easy to get lost in and he wants to be able to have you at arms length.

This other time you were walking with Fyodor when he was giving out instructions to some of his underlings. You remember when you met some guy named Ivan and he gave off a pretty weird vibe.. you also heard from Pushkin that he was a "total nut case"..

Nikolai is the chillest one out of the trio. He's funny and he shows you tons of magic tricks. You could even fall for him if he wasn't a terrible person plus him being one of your captors.

Nikolai is pretty entertaining and there's never a dull moment with him. You entertain his silly theatrics and he always knows when to make you laugh. Nik's always messing with you by using that stupid coat ability of his. One time, he even grabbed your leg as a joke and he started tickling it. You bursted out laughing both from it being funny but it lowkey creeped you out. Especially with the look he gave you where he grinned really widely and started lifting his eyebrows up and down in a way.

One time, you tried escaping from Nikolai by running into a store and he contacted Fyodor and Sigma letting them know of the instance. Next thing you know, Fyodor and Sigma are laughing their asses off behind a computer screen on the security cameras at the way Nikolai messes with you by having random objects fall on top of you. You're scared shitless when Nikolai decides to drop a random mouse on you..

This other time Nikolai had wanted to show you something during one of his missions that he dragged you along too. Nikolai was recording some video in a meeting room with government officials. You couldn't help but laugh your ass off when Nikolai messed up during the recording session especially since it was live.

"Oh no! An on-air-oopsy! Quick stop the camera, I can't go on any longer!"

You couldn't help but feel bad for the "tiger boy" (as Nikolai referred to him as) when he got hit by a pole as a result of Nikolai's ability..

Sigma is the most lenient one of the trio. For instance, he grants you more freedom than the other trio members and he forgives you a lot more if you make a mistake and you're sincerely sorry about it.

Sigma often has you sit on his lap while he's busy at his desk at the Sky Casino. Whenever Sigma is busy with other things besides paper work, he'll even give you some money and let you roam around the casino.

You have fun playing with the machines and Sigma might even rig one of them to have you win the jackpot. He might even be watching you through the camera and smile at how happy you look when you win.

You're gonna be pretty confused when you see random explosions plus some weird people claiming themselves to be "Hunting Dogs".. especially when you head back to Sigma's office and see a random hole in the wall with Sigma panicking. Who knows what was even going on? Being around the Decay of Angels had its fair share of strange experiences so you weren't surprised when weird things happened in the Sky Casino..

Should you be worried when you spot a pink haired girl who could magically age herself up?..

Hm.

Nah.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Hey Jack,

I´m sorry but I need to scream at you for a second, this is the weirdest coincidence: I was thinking about Nikprice while I was cleaning my flat (as one does) and was trying to come up with a scenario were Nik would feel vulnerable and like he´s letting Price down and my "pharmacist brain" supplied me with: how about erectile dysfunction?! Like make him sleep deprived, stressed, underfuled (maybe he´s still struggling a bit around food even after he and Price had a their conversation in Florence) and just generally not in a good headspace and then issues ensue... and I thought about sending you an ask but then I got shy and thought this was too niche.

And not two hours later I just came across your answer to that ask about "Nikolai getting caught off-guard". And the way you wrote this is just so bloody good... like Nik struggling and then, rather than talk about it, he looks for a solution on his own. And all his fears around getting older and loosing his appeal, and more generally not being "useful" anymore, this is just so perfect!!! and the way you described John handling the situation, 10/10 so him and actually what Nik needs !!!! I do hope that Nik will actually visit Janie and get´s some sense talked into him...

sorry for this ridiculously long ask and for me rabling so much !!! Have a lovely weekend !!!!!

(I hope you got my answer to your lovely message from a few days ago, I was answering it while being very sleep deprived and was trying to figure out how to post it, when it suddenly just disappeared)

Omg, wow! That's so weird and so awesome. We same brained from two sides of the world.

I quite liked the ideas behind the Florence conversation and wanted to dig into those feelings some more. Nik is 47. He's gonna start experiencing all sorts of shit that happens as men age, and Price just isn't there yet. It's anxiety inducing.

Nik finally has what he's always yearned for and now his dick has decided to stop working? With the hottest man in the world in his bed? Where's the justice in that?

I imagined him discovering it towards the start of those months off, getting gradually more alarmed when it just... didn't happen, finding the Viagra, being unwell but getting an erection, so that's the "greater good" and he can absolutely style it out.

No, Nik... No.

I also, same as you, thought psychological with general "physically run down" causes. But I was also looking at the nervous system connection and wondered how much shrapnel that man probably has embedded in him in places...

[barbarianbookhoe]

Artists and Muses

Requested by: @dreampissybaby

Request: "Hi! I was hoping you could write a request, please ignore this if you don't feel comfortable writing this. Alina introducing shy!reader to Nikolai. and she's just like quiet and in awe, but Nikolai loves. Like it took Alina three weeks to get reader to smile at her and it takes Nikolai 15 minutes to make her smile. And she feels super comfortable with him"

A/N: this is pure heartwarming fluff, though I added a lil twist to make it more exciting if that's okay. (The twist being Nikolai and reader were friends, I know, what a shock.)

Your time at the Spinning Wheel seemed to blend into one, long moment. You didn't spoke to anyone if it wasn't nessecary. Mostly because you didn't know what to say, but also because you were never the type to make small talk. You always had a hard time opening up to people, or just talk to someone without getting nervous about what you should or shouldn't say. You were shy in the sense that you favored comfortable silence over pointless conversation.

When the doors to the Spinning Wheel opened, you didn't look up to see who it was. Many people came in for the past week, and you felt less and less hopeful when you realized nor Alina, nor Mal was among them. As you walked down the big entrance hall to find more bandages, a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Y/N?" You heard a woman say and when you turned, you saw Alina standing at the entrance, Mal right next to her. "Y/N!" She shouted and made a run towards you. You didn't know what took a hold of you, but you began running too, and the two of you met in the middle with a crushing hug.

The two of you squeezed each other with a painful grip, before another voice spoke up. "Can I have my girl back now?" Mal said with a smile and the two girl made space for him to hug all of them.

You basked in their warmth, before you broke the hug. "I can't believe you're here! I almost began to think that you..." You swalloed before you continued with a head shake. "It doesn't matter now. How did you get here anyway?"

"We bargained our way onto Sturmhond's ship, then found the Sea Whip and I got my second amplifier to finally end Kirigan, then we got here on a flying ship which ended with a shipwreck from the sky, and we found out that Sturmhond is secretly-"

"Nikolai Lantsov." You whispered as you looked behind them to see him step through the doors. You watched him with a mix of shock and amazement. So he's the one who saved your friends?

Alina noticed the way you stared at him, and she smiled briefly at Mal before taking your arm in hers and leading the two of you to him. "I'd like you to meet the person who saved and then betrayed us."

"Betray? That's a harsh word. And if I remember correctly, I got my fare share of punishment for it. Still hurts by the way," Nikolai pointed to the side of his face and Alina rolled her eyes at him.

"And who is that pretty lady next to you?" Nikolai asked all of a sudden and turned his head to look at you. You began placing yourself behind Alina, but she was quick to hold you next to her, where he could see you.

"Y/N, this is Nikolai, Nikolai this is Y/N, my and Mal's best friend. She's who I told you about, who helped me escape in secret. Also, an excellent storyteller." You looked at her with wide eyes, pleading to let you go, but she just sweetly smiled back at you.

"Y/N? I've been looking for you for quite some time now. I suppose you escaped with Alina, then." Nikolai extended his hand for you to shake and you accepted it. After you left go of his familiar warmth, you clasped both of your hands behind your back. You nodded in agreement.

"That's why you're here." He smiled at you, but your face remained neutral, looking at him with curiosity. "I don't want to sound like the flirt everyone seems to make me out to be, but I don't forget a face such as yours, Gorgeous." He exaggerated on the last word and it made you chuckle.

You smiled as you questioned him. "Are you sure that you're not a flirt? You seem like the biggest one, Your Higness." Your smile didn't falter as he looked back at you with amusement. "That's the worst accusation I've ever heard about myself, and believe me, I've heart quite a lot of nasty things." He said and you chuckled again.

Alina looked at the two of you with wide eyes as she tried to piece together what was happening. You connected with the prince under mere seconds. What took Alina almost three weeks to achieve, it took Nikolai only one minute to make you smile and talk to him.

Mal came to stand next to Alina and the couple watched you and Nikolai smile and laugh at each other, with genuine curiosity and confusion. They were trying to figure out the connection between you, because they didn't think that their shy friend would randomly have a conversation with the Prince.

They both noticed that you were quick to smile at him, even though you still didn't talk that much, but definitely more than you used to. They also noticed the look in Nikolai's eyes as he noticed your small movements, hoping to get a message from those, if not your words.

"This might be a wrong time and place to ask this, but I'm a naturally curious person as you know, so my question is, would you be willing to tell one of your infamous tales? I never heard a single one, while I was in the Palace." Nikolai asked you, and the question made the smile falter from your face.

For once in your life, you didn't think about the words that came out of your mouth as you answered. "There never will be a good time for this, Nikolai. Might as well do it sooner than later. Who knows when will be the next time we can enjoy our lives, without constantly worrying if the next day will come?"

Nikolai looked back at you with a newfound amazement as he looked at you. Your words certainly made an impact on him, because you were quick to look away from his intense stare, and onto the floor. You were about to excuse yourself and go away, but then Nikolai spoke up with a sweet voice.

"You've changed since the last time I saw you. You became a little more spontaneous. I was curious before, but now I'm desperate to finally talk to you." He said and you stared back at him for a few seconds, before you lightly smiled at him.

"And when should we-" Your words were interrupted by one of the Grishas, an Inferni who you've been helping in the last week.

"Y/N! I need your help! Could you come with me real quick?" She asked and with an apologetic look you nodded to Nikolai, and left with the Inferni.

------------Later at Night-----------

It wasn't until midnight that you met Nikolai again. You bid goodnight to Alina and Mal, after the three of you caught up on the past few weeks, annoying Mal to the point he almost went to ask Tamar to execute him. Twice.

You were strolling through the halls and quickly regretted not borrowing the coat Mal handed to you. The halls were cold and you only had your long sleeved, blue dress on you. Sure, you had a thin nightgown under it, but it was a sorry excuse for warmth.

You went down another corridor, when all of a sudden, the doors next to you opened, revealing a muscled chest buried in a thick green robe. After you were done studying his chest, you looked up to see a smirking Nikolai looking back at you. You quickly turned your head away from him, hiding your flushed face.

"Nice to see you too," Nikolai chuckled and from the corner of your eye, you saw him tying the robe in front of his chest, covering up the muscles. He closed the door behind him and pointed forward, indicating a walk.

He fell in line next to you, as you tried to think of something to say. You always felt comfortable in his presence, that wasn't a problem, but you were quite nervous after seeing his really-not-so-bad muscles. You never knew what lied beneath those shirts and waistcoats while you worked at the Palace.

"You know that you can talk to me, right? You don't have to be nervous about saying something wrong," Nikolai softly said and you thankfully looked at him.

After a few more seconds of silence, Nikolai stopped you dead in your tracks with stepping in front of you. You almost collided with him, had he not took a step back to make a little space between you two.

"This might come off like I'm pressuring you, but I'm dying to know, and you know that I'm not exactly the most patient person." Nikolai quickly said, and you opened your mouth to question him, but he was quick to cut you off.

"I know that I have no business asking this, especially right now, but where have you been?" He asked with genuine concern. "For the last year I was asking about you, but you vanished into thin air. I mean, with Kirigan and the attacks I understand why one might go and-"

"You asked about me?" You asked on a quiet voice, and it made Nikolai look at you like you just told him the sky is green. "Of course I did. I even tried to locate you, but it was like your entire being got sweeped off the land."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, amd you stared at him in shock. Did you really mean that much to him? Did he really try to found you of all people, during this war?

"But why?" You whispered and now it was Nikolai's turn to look at you in shock. "Why?" He breathlessly chuckled. "Why wouldn't I? You're the reason I did what I did in the last year. You kept me company while I sneeked out of the Palace, and quite honestly your words captivated me right then and there. You changed my entire perspective on everything I knew about Ravka and its people."

You looked at him with even more bewilderment than before, but took a risky step towards him, your eyes not leaving his. "And?" You asked on a soft voice, slightly tilting your head.

"And?" Nikolai asked back, and let out a slow breath before responding. "And I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were in my dreams, in my head, in the wind, you were everywhere. I couldn't stop imagining the moment I finally met you again. I could've even painted it if I had the talent for it." He swallowed as he looked down to his feet, like he was nervous.

You felt your breath get caught in your throat and you put a hand over your heart, while the other hugged your stomach. The nerves in your belly made your stomach turn in anticipation as you waited.

When Nikolai finnaly looked at you, you saw nothing but raw emotions in his eyes. Sincerity, pain and love. Yes, definitely love.

"I could write you poetry, I could paint you a hundred times, I could sing endless love songs to you. But I won't. I am no artist, Y/N." He closed that last remaining inch between the two of you and leaned closer to you, and you could feel his breath on your skin.

"Even if I'm a prince, even if I'm a bastard son, even if I'm a privateer, you are my muse. I am not an artist, but you are my muse, moye solnyshko."

[A/N: translation=my Sunshine]

His words made your heart practically burst out of your chest. You let your arms fall next to you, and took a quick look between Nikolai and his lips. Oh, to kiss him for just one moment. Would it be sweet like honey? Would it be soft like satin? Would it spin your head? You'd have to find out to know that.

"Can you," you started but the words seemed to die in your throat. Don't do this now. "I want you to," You whispered and despite what Nikolai said before, he stood there patiently, waiting for you to say what you wanted.

"Use your beautiful words, beautiful," Nikolai whispered and it was the only thing you needed to end the tension.

"I need you to kiss me." And within a second his lips were on yours. It was more than you expected. It was soft and warm, like a hug in the middle of winter. Nikolai was slow, like he was afraid you were going to vanish again if he let you go.

His hands found their way around your shoulders, and he hugged you close to himself. You clasped your hands behind his neck, keeping him from even attempting to pull away.

You had to break the kiss because you were running out of air, and the two of you panted as you tried to catch your breath. You looked at Nikolai with pure admiration, still not believing he spent an entire year looking for you, dreaming of you, thinking of you.

It made all of your sleepless night worth it. The nights you spent theorizing about where he could be, what could he be doing, if he even remembered you. This single kiss made this last year hurt a little less.

You were about to pull him in for another kiss, when a familiar voice interrupted you.

"Y/N, I've been looking for you every-" Alina said but when he saw the situation you and Nikolai were in, she quickly cleared hear throat. "Saints, I'm-I'm sorry for interrupting." She said. "I, uh, need Y/N for something. It'll be quick I promise."

She told the two of you, and you looked from her up to Nikolai, and before you could step away from him, he quickly whispered into your ear, so Alina wouldn't hear. "Meet me at your room."

You nodded while biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling like an idiot. You let go of each other and you let Alina link your arms together, as she led you away.

You took a quick look back at Nikolai and saw him hiding a smile, which made you chuckle at him. The small noise made his face break out in a wide smile as he turned around.

"Mal and I were wondering if the two of you knew each other, because you were so comfortable with him earlier. Now I saw just how comfortable you are." Alina said with a light chuckle, before she continued. "You didn't seem so shy. Or is it just only with Nikolai?" She teased you and you attempted an angry glare at her, but she just giggled at you.

"Don't worry. You'll be back with your boyfriend in no time." Alina told you whick made your cheeks feel hot all of a sudden as you smiled to yourself.

For the first time in your life, you wouldn't be alone at night.

[writing-havoc]

Let it be that

♡ Summary: It's late in the night when his demons wreak the most havoc. You're there to keep Nikolai company.

♡ Pairing: Nikolai x reader

♡ Fandom: Shadow and Bone, Grishaverse

♡ Warning(s): None,,,, I think. There's a bit about a snake swirling in a gut if that's a particularly bad ick

♡ WC: 2.4k

Yooo a Nikolai fic for the Nikolai lovers.

This is written in sort of a weird in-between stage? He has control over the nichevo'ya in him, so the sleeping tonics aren't really necessary anymore, but he's still king. So do with that what you will.

It's basically 2k+ words of him yearning.

Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Hope you enjoy <3

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Eye bags threaten to weigh down his entire face from beneath the wanning tailored mask. He was told by Zoya he looked as if he lost a fight with an ambidextrous boxer. And if the tired, yet handsome, man in the mirror truly was him, then she was right.

He really needed some sleep.

But it refused to come to him. Tonics and blood coming to mind at a mere glance of his bed. It makes his stomach turn and gives him the uncomfortable urge to constantly look over his shoulder, despite the threat being inside. And when he realizes that, he can't stop staring at his hands and chest, and it almost looks and feels like the black that covers his fingers is trailing up his palm, and then he blinks and it starts all over.

No matter how in control he feels, some days there's just a lingering anxiety about it.

Sleep isn't coming. Not for a long time. Not until he physically exhausts himself and passes out, and then still he may resist.

But it's not like he has anything to do. His quarters are barren of anything he may find interesting at this hour, and he would rather not get piss drunk just to pass the time with an early meeting tomorrow- today?

He takes a look out his window, marking the positions of the shadow from the moon, and confirms that it is, in fact, today.

It only makes his eyes hurt, a low growling coming from in his mind and possibly escaping his throat.

A knocking on his doorway startles him out of it.

"Enter." He says a lot more curtly than he intends. He bites his tongue.

"I don't think I want to anymore given that tone." Immediately he bites it harder, if only to stop a long winding nervous ramble about the new flower placed outside his window, which also happens to be your favorite.

You stand in the space of his open doorway, hand on the handle and your body half ready to tuck tail and flee. "May I?"

"Of course." He says, a bit too fast, and takes out his chair from his desk and drags it over to beside the bed.

The door shuts with a grand thunk, and your footsteps pad over quieter than ever. He places a pillow on top of the hard wood, just how you like it, and gestures for you to sit.

"I know you aren't a fan." You say, sitting atop the pillow. "So I wanted to hang out for a bit."

He smiles softly, and vaguely notes the roses drifting in at the corners of his eyes. "You mustn't stay up just for me. Beauty sleep is vital, especially for someone as attractive as thee."

You snort, giving him a look that at surface level reads annoyance, but he knows better, seeing the fond disbelief for what it is. "'Someone as attractive as thee?' Really? Didn't know this was a poetry class."

"I have to keep you on your toes. Can't allow you to know everything now can I? How would I ever surprise you?"

"You surprise me every day, Nikolai." His heart thrumps against his chest. "I don't think a change in vocabulary is required."

He snorts. "You have me there."

"That I do."

He takes in your appearance, and nearly gets on his knees when he realizes the soft white cloth that covers your torso has small embroideries on it, all of which hold a certain interest to your craft and possibly his own.

Gears, nuts, bolts, and wires stipple along your shoulders, falling down to your torso, where they plunge into flowing water at the hem. A design similar to a grisha kefta dances along your other sleeve, the same color at the bolts with dashes of purple if you look close enough.

He realizes you are the one that embroidered the details into the shirt, your signature shading technique used throughout the piece.

"How long did these take you?" He barely brushes his finger over the hem of the shirt, then presses down to feel the individual stitches.

You pick up the hem, feeling your own work as well. "A lot longer than I would like." Your voice is low and rumbly as you try to remain relatively quiet. "I kept messing up and changing the color part way through. I actually had to change shirts because I restarted so many times on the first one that the threads didn't want to hold together."

He believes it.

The care you take to make sure every line serves a purpose is inspiring. It makes him want to tinker with the parts around his room, take apart a clock like the young boy he once was did, now that all the clocks are his.

Perhaps he could sneak to Lazlayon. David will probably still be there. The three of you could work until his meeting.

But you'd be cranky the rest of the day. You'd have no problem staying up late to accompany him until it becomes a problem, and then you do yourself the disservice of playing it off like it's fine when everyone else is giving you a very wide berth in the halls and courtyard.

He would like you to have a social life.

"You alright?" He hears you ask.

You're half smiling when he looks up, trying really hard keep his eyes locked on yours and not elsewhere. "I'm not that readable. I know I'm not."

"You had nothing on your face." You admit, leaning in. "And that was the problem."

And doesn't that make him feel bare, vulnerable. To be known so well that even a lack of an expression is an expression in and of itself.

He feels his lips pull apart, the slight stickiness of his mouth slowly separating as he tries to think of something witty, something fast, and it feels like his mind is blank except for the blaringly obvious reason.

"I can't sleep." He whispers, eyes fluttering. "I can't sleep, and everything that could help is exactly the reason why I can't." He let's the hem fall from his fingers, dragging what feels like 40 pounds of dead weight back over to his own lap. "And you're sitting here, staying with me, and there's nothing I can do about the ocean of guilt my stomach and heart and any other organ that has the capacity for feelings are swimming in."

Guilt is the reigning emotion, making it feel like a snake is swimming through his gut, playing with his liver and choking his heart and lungs. If he thinks about it he can feel the tongue flickering and tickling stomach.

He's grateful you're here, but he wants so badly to either force you to leave or drag you into his bed so that you might get some modicum of sleep.

But you'd fight him every step of the way, pushing your heels into the floor (which would scratch them up and you'd complain about it tomorrow) and getting yanked out by his guards when they assume the worst.

And if he chose the second one... it twists his insides in a more pleasant way, but makes his head swim, and really really scares him. Because if you take it the way he really wishes it was, the way he dreams about, then he loses you, and may be seen as just like his father. And that's the worst thing he could ask for.

So he's stuck. He's stuck with the guilt until you decide to leave.

"I feel like we have the same conversation everytime I'm here." You chuckle, and he chuckles too.

"It's probably because we do. Or at least some version of it with varying words of vulnerability."

You lean forward more, arms crossed over your chest. "And it always ends up the same."

It does. It always ends with you sitting there for a few hours until you tire and then he has a guard guide you back to your room.

"But it doesn't need to." He scoots along the side of the bed, sinking into the sewn cloth filled with wool and feathers. "You're tired when you walk out of here and need an extra four cups of coffee when you wake up, and you hate coffee."

"But I like you." You turn in his chair facing directly towards him and he can't breathe anymore.

He doesn't know what way you mean that, if it means in any capacity the way he yearns for it to be. So he waits, with baited breath, for you to elaborate.

"I like you." You emphasize once more. "I like staying up into the latest hours of the night, either talking about everything and nothing or sitting in silence. I look forward to them, actually. Just existing in your presense is enough to make the obscene amounts of caffeine worth it."

It's on the edge. It could be a confession or it could just be you being nice. And he would rather throw himself into the unsea than be one of those guys he hears you complain about.

"I want to be here." You stand and move your chair, pushing it away from the bed. He barely has time to sit up straight before you're right in front of him, legs falling open to allow you closer as your hands come up and rest on his cheeks.

"I want you, Nikolai, wholly and completely, just as you are now. With every flaw and blemish etched into your being, a demon awaiting in your chest." Your thumbs gently glide over his bottom lip, coming to rest at the corner of his open mouth. "But there's a small part of me that fears you do not want me in the way that I want you."

He doesn't know how to respond. He couldn't possibly begin to string together any number of words that could convey even a semblance of the sincerity you ambushed him with.

He's a king for saints sake. Words are supposed to come to him in times of need.

But his mind is an endless fog, and the only thing he can think of is you.

You standing above him, pads of your fingers touching him so gently, palms radiating a warmth that makes him want to lean in and soak in it (he does), and a perfect mouth and mind that pair so well.

He needs to convince you. He needs to somehow tell you that you mean everything to him and more.

"Did you know my favorite drink is brandy?" He asks, looking you right in the eye.

Your eyebrows crinkle, but you smile. "I did."

He tugs you towards him, hands sliding up your back as you take tiny, unsure steps closer and closer. His fingers trail under your shirt, right against your warm skin and in the divet of your spine, and squeeze you until you're completely between his legs, chest leaning back just to get a look at him.

"If there was ever a time where you wanted the last drop of it, saints, the whole bottle, I would give it over in a heartbeat." Goosebumps dance along his skin when your fingers meet the base of his neck, toying with the hair. "If you hated the way a painting looked, i'd throw it out of the castle, and have it burned on the steps if it should please you. If you wanted a pastry from a shop two hundred miles away, i'd fly there immediately, ride there as fast as I could, or sprint the entire distance, if it meant you could eat it."

Your eyes scittered around his face, watching his brows, his eyes, his mouth, and even his ears, for anything. Anything he would give you to tell you he was lying.

But there was nothing to give.

He really would give you the last drop of brandy. He really would fly, ride, sprint two hundred miles for a pastry. "I would kiss you right now if you should request it, or leave from my own chambers should you request that instead."

"Nikolai." You whisper his name, his eyes fluttering the same time as his heart.

"I want you." He tells you forthright. "I want you in the way you want me. If you should ever need to be confident in something, let it be that."

Please, please let it be that.

You look at him, and all he can see is someone he wants. There isn't a thing about you that makes him turn away. Not your eating habits, not your hygiene, not your smell or your walk or your stance.

And as you lean down, placing those perfect lips right over his, definitely not your taste.

It's coffee and whatever berries were leftover from supper, the stickiness of sugar coating your lips from when you licked them clean.

You lean back, and he feels your lips press themselves over his cheek. His stomach turns and turns and turns and it won't stop. It makes his breath shakey and his closed eyes roll even further and further back in into his skull until he's sure they won't ever come back.

But more importantly it makes him feel warm, and warmer yet as you place a kiss over his eyes, the corners of his lips where your fingers rested, between his brows, the awkward bridge and tip of his nose, his chin. Your hands are gentle as they rest in the space between his neck and shoulder, and even still as your fingers find his nape and your lips kiss his again. Each part of him feels raw and exposed.

It's terrifying, and every bit as pleasing.

When you lean back a second time, he opens his eyes, and sees you smiling.

He hums. "If this is where not sleeping gets me, I'm going to have to do it more often."

"You already do it almost every night." You chuckle. "Besides, you don't need to go through all of that just to get a few kisses. I'd be happy to hand them over whenever you like."

"Whenever?" He presses.

"Whenever."

"Now?"

"If you like."

"I would like very much."

He's not all that surprised when you indulge him.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Self-Aware BSD meet the Internet. Short № 3

Description: After BSD gand gain an acsess to the rest of your phone, they also gain the acsess to the internet and YouTube. Unknown to you, they accompany you while you serf the Internet.

Slight Crack. OOC. Some dark humour in the A/N.

Self-Aware! Nikolai Gogol, Self-Aware! Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, Self-Aware! Platonic! Alexander Pushkin, Self-Aware! Katai Tayama

Dazai, Akutagawa, Yosano, Ango and Junchirou cameos.

[Y/N] are watching this video:

In your phone/ BSD Mayoi app.

Dazai: Why? Why our dear Guiding Light are looking at that creature?

Akutagawa: *huffs and glares at the pug* If they have a real dog, I hope, it could be trained and it won't bother us.

Yosano: Maybe our dear [Y/N] just love animals. Be easy, you two.

Junchirou:*thinks for a moment. Then spoke loudly* Hey, everyone, I have an idea. Let's add a new card to the game with someone of us will hold a pug. I will use Light Snow to create a pug illusion.

Everyone agrees. They start discussing, who will be on the card. Suddenly, Pushkin steps in.

Pushkin: I was browsing the Internet earlier and found a story about Pushkin and Gogol from [Y/N] world. Something about their world Pushkin giving a pug to their world Gogol. There also was a merchant in that story. Let's recreate it. Gogol and I, plus Fitzgerald on the background.

After some discussion, gang agree.

They were ready. Pushkin was handing a pug to Gogol. Nikolai looked surprised. And Fitzgerald was standing on the background, smiling. Ango took the photo. Then him and Katai add new SSR card in game and send it to your Gift Box.

[Next day]

In BSD Mayoi app

BSD gang heard you.

[Y/N]: New gift? Okay, let me see.

Suddenly, you became silent. BSD gang became nervous. You start Google something.

[Y/N]: Why, devs? Just why?

Everyone was confused. Why you didn't like the card?

Katai: *who was monitoring, what you were looking at* Um... Pushkin, have you read the whole story about the pug?

Pushkin: *shake his head* No. Why? Certainly it wasn't something aful in the story, right?

Katai: *instead of answering, he turn on the screen, where everyone can read, what you were reading*

When they finished reading, Pushkin was nervous, Fitzgerald and Gogol was angry.

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For the next three days, Nikolai Gogol were a noisy neighbor to Pushkin. While he wasn't playing music or singing, he made so much noise, that others started thinking, that Gogol really was making sacrifices.

Gogol calmed on his own. Fitzgerald's help wasn't needed.

As for you, you do like the card. But, you were wondering, why in the world Pushkin's sprites has bags under their eyes.

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A/N: Story about Gogol's pug. It never happened in reality.

Gogol loved his pug Josie very much. She was a gift from Pushkin. When the dog died (Gogol did not feed the animal for weeks), Nikolai Vasilyevich became really sad.

Gogol began to have nightmares. Once, in a dream, the pug told Nikolai Vasilyevich that he was the Master and High Priest of the Ecumenical Order of the Octagon.

From that day on, the life of Nikolai Vasilyevich changed dramatically: every night an incomprehensible sacrifices began to take place in his apartment. These events were accompanied by ritual dances and singing of the choir.

A few days later, Nikolai Vasilievich's neighbor, the merchant Skorobeinikov, beat Gogol up. The hallucinations stopped the same day.

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Nikolai and price x ftm!headcanons sfw & nsfw pls & tyy

Ofc!

Nikolai and Price with an ftm!s/o hcs

NIKOLAI :

sfw

He doesn't care at all of what's in your pants or how you identify

even if you dated him before coming out, it's the same to him

he loves you for you and that's it

now he's still carefull to not make you uncomfortable

Like maybe avoiding your chest area if it makes you uncomfortable

he'd help you with your T shots, paying surgery/ies, ...

also just spats insult in Russian if someone purposely misgender you. it doesn't matter if the person doesn't understand what he's saying, the expression on his face and tone of voice are enough to get the point

now if you guys had to go to a family dinner or something but you don't want/can't come out to them, he'll be weird

it's just that he respects you way too much to disrespect you but he understands the situation

I'm pretty sure the LGBTQIIA+ movement isn't really known in Russia but the man travels a lot

100% would go to a pride convention(?) with you

nsfw

I think he's done to try almost everything at least once

so if you rather put on a strap/use your dick, no problem at all!

while I think he prefers to be top, he definitely doesn't mind being bottom/sub

He'd be a bit sad if he can't eat you out anymore but once again he understands and respects it

plus you still have another hole so....

if you're still okay with your birth genital then he's all for it

"Such a pretty boy cunt", "mmmm, so handsome looking while I play with you", ...

PRAISE, PRAISE, PRAISE

he's the best if you ever feel dysmorphic (pls tell me if it's the wrong word) but still horny

doesn't matter if you still have more "feminine" boobs

something with a nipple is good no matter the circumstances

PRICE

Sfw

He knows what trans means but he's a little lost okay?

in this he dated you while you were already transitioned but he doesn't really know per say

when you first tell him he's like "okay..? good job."

yeah...

I'm sorry but he can't stop himself to ask you that one question

"So you still have a fanny down there or...?"

hdhzjzkzkzkz

sorry.

same as nikolai, it doesn't really matter if you do or don't

nobody even dares to misgender you while with him

I'm also very sorry but he won't go to a mride convention unless you really insist on him being there

it's just that he works a lot so he just want to relax and do almost nothing

please don't take peepaw to a family reunion if they're transphobic because it won't end well

nsfw

this man hasn't been pegged or rimmed before and didn't like the idea at first

but even if you respect his choice, you're still a bit sad

he agrees after a few recherches but he's still a bit nervous

so you talk him through it and he ends up really liking it !

now he's okay with being a switch but he still needs to do the fucking so hopefully you like anal too

but in the case where you don't really mind he's the same as Nikolai

"Squeezing me so tight luv'", "Mmm good boy, keep doing that."

I believe this man also enjoy tiddies no matter your genre or you "genital attribute"

heck he even enjoy his to be played with!

sorry if this was a little short but I'll probably write a oneshot for this later because I really liked the idea.

please tell me if anything seems offensive, rude,... I really don't mean too!

have a great day/night and be safe everyone!

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part fifteen

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: netural

el's thoughts: just the next part! please let me know your thoughts! :)

series masterlist

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets of Ketterdam, in the taverns and coffeehouses, in the dark and bleeding alleys of the pleasure district known as the Barrel. The man they called Dirtyhands didn’t need a reason any more than he needed permission—to break a leg, sever an alliance, or change a man’s fortunes with the turn of a card. 

Y/N had once believed these whispers, but of course she knew better. She’d seen the human side that the rumors always leave out. The side that would do anything to protect his friends, his found family. He’d protect them from whatever he thought to be threatening. And a newfound drug that made grisha near invicible along with the possibility of it ending up in the wrong hands… That made the list, alright. 

“What about Inej, she’s still part of our crew isn’t she?” Wylan’s voice was muffled by his hand. His fingers tapping his lips in a nervous pattern. 

“Nikolai hadn’t heard back from the Volkvolny yet. They’ve been out on sea for a while and we didn’t know where they were going to make port next.” Y/N said while she shuffled papers and maps on the desk in front of her. She looked at the four crows sitting around the desk. “We’ll find a way to get a hold of Inej. But first we need to prepare for the first facet of this absolutely insane plan of yours.” She turned to Kaz, “Are you positive this will work? First Hellgate and then The Ice Court?” 

“It will work.” Kaz didn’t look up from the papers in his hands. 

Everyone was beyond exhausted, half-lidded red eyes and hair in disarray. Y/N leaned back and stretched as she spoke, “Why don’t we get some rest. Wake up with a fresh start.” Kaz looked at her quickly before glancing at everyone else in the room and nodded stiffly. Jesper shot out of his seat, dragging Wylan behind him. Nina stood and bid the pair still at the desk good night before she also made her way down the stairs to her room. 

“Alright… I’m off to bed.” Y/N stood and pushed her chair back in front of the desk. She gave him a tired smile, “Good night.” 

She didn’t receive a verbal response, only a hum and a nod.

~

Nina and Y/N had spent the majority of the following day on the streets gathering pieces for their costumes to break into Hellgate. Masks and capes were shoved in rucksack bags as they walked back to the Slat.

“I hate that we need these types of costumes.” Nina’s nose scrunched up in disgust and tossed the bags on the table in the kitchen.

The inferni nodded while she separated each outfit, “They won’t really let us in otherwise. We’ve been branded the heroes of Ravka. Everyone knows our faces by now.” 

The costumes were similar to the ones of the pleasure houses. Silk capes in vibrant colors, but nowhere near as revealing. The masks were hideous, with noses long or stubby and eyes painted wide and bulging. Animalistic. Kaz’s touch of insanity and mockery to the traditional outfits used at the pleasure houses. 

Y/N knew the moment Kaz entered the Slat. His presence reverberated through the cramped rooms and crooked hallways as every thug, thief, dealer and con man came a little more awake. The Bastard was home. 

The Slat, the ravkan grisha came to know, wasn’t much. Just another house in the worst part of the Barrel, three stories stacked tight on top of each other, crowned with an attic and a gabled roof. The majority of the buildings in this area had been built without a proper foundation. Many were built on a swampy land where the canals were haphazardly dug. They leaned against each other like tipsy friends gathered at a bar, tilting at drowsy angles.

Though dawn was just a few hours away, the Slat was still wide awake. Y/N had realized the only time the house was ever really quiet was in the slow hours of the afternoon, and the last few nights everyone had been buzzing with the rumors of a big heist on the horizon. 

Kaz had made it clear he didn’t want anyone knowing the exact details of the trip so they slipped in a few lies to cause a blur in the rumors. 

The familiar clicking of a cane going up the stairs snapped her out of her thoughts. Instinctively she turned her head to follow the sound. Nina scoffed playfully, “Go on. I can hand out the costumes.” Y/N smiled bashfully and muttered her thanks before she made her way up the rickety staircase. 

Kaz’s office at the Slat was much different than his office at the Crow Club. Whereas at the club he had a beautiful pine wood desk and an attached bathroom with running water. At home he had a makeshift desk, a solid wooden door laid down atop of old fruit crates. A large bookshelf that held books full of maps and notes from previous heists, along with a few of her favorite fairytale books Y/N had managed to sneak in. The home office was her favorite out of the two. It wasn’t fancy but it had a window seat. A window seat with pillows and a blanket set out for her every night for the past few weeks she had been back in Ketterdam. She had a remarkable view of the city from her seat. It was also where she had the most meaningful conversations with Kaz, even if they lasted only a few minutes before he was sucked back into work. 

Y/N knocked on the heavy wooden door once she reached the top of the stairs and heard a call for her to come in. She closed the door behind her silently and walked further in the room before freezing in her steps. She had caught sight of Kaz standing in front of his hanging mirror. His vest and shirt were placed on the counter beside the china bowl he poured water into from the matching china pitcher. 

She wasn’t sure if she was flattered or insulted that he didn’t seem to give a second thought to her presence in the room. 

“How long do you assume we’ll be gone?” She asked, darting a glance at him though the open doorway. He was corded muscle, scars, but only two tattoos. The Dregs’ crow and cup on his forearm and, above it, a black R on his bicep. She never found the opportunity to ask him about it. 

“A few weeks, maybe a month.” He said as he continued to run the wet cloth under his arms and the hard planes of his chest, water trickling down his torso.

‘Saints.’ She had thought to herself, forcing her eyes away from the man before her as her cheeks heated. “A month?”

“Yes. And we’ll be kings and queens.” He walked out of his attached bathroom and found the inferni sitting on the window seat, flickering a small flame between her fingers. “Kings and queens.”

“You’re already a king, Kaz. You own more than half the Barrel already. And I’m no queen, I’ve never been meant to be a queen. I’m a soldier.” She didn’t look up at him, knowing he still wasn’t fully dressed. She heard his footsteps walk to his wardrobe. 

He shrugged on a fresh shirt, then hesitated as he fastened the collar. “This isn’t an assignment, Y/N. It’s a job that you can take or leave as you see fit.”

An alarm bell rang inside her. She endangered herself all the time in Ravka. She’d murdered for General Kirigan and for the throne. She’d stolen and brought down bad men and good. She was a soldier, someone who put their life on the line everyday. She had signed up for this life and he had no right to warn her off a job. A job that was protecting her country.

Kaz finished with his buttons, pulled on a charcoal waistcoat, and tossed her something. It flashed in the air, and she caught it with one hand while she put out her flame with the other. When she opened her fist, she saw a massive ruby tie pin circled by golden laurel leaves.

“Fence it.” Kaz said.

“Whose is it?” She looked at him skeptically.

“Ours now.”

“Whose was it?”

Kaz stayed quiet. He picked up his coat, using a brush to clean the dust from it. “Someone who should have thought better of his life choices.”

A dozen possibilities ran through her head, trying to piece together his vague words. He stared at her for a moment. Her eyes met his and neither made a move to break eye contact. He shook his head and pulled the coat and a clean pair of gloves on. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Move the DeKappel we lifted from Van Eck’s house to the vault. I think it’s rolled up under my bed. Oh, and put in an order for a new hat.”

She rolled her eyes, “Please.”

He heaved a sigh as he turned to the door and braced himself for three painful flights of stairs. He looked over his shoulder and said, “Please, my darling Y/N, treasure of my heart, won’t you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?” 

Y/N cast a meaningful glance at his cane. “Have a long trip down, Brekker.” She said as she sat back against the wall next to the window seat, gazing out at the city lights. 

She mentally screamed at herself for thinking he’d treat her any differently from the rest of his crew. She didn’t have any of her titles or high priority here in Ketterdam. She was just one of his crows. 

[bella-rose29]

Arranged Marriages Chapter 2 - The Banquet Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader

Still working on the titles and will probably get something imaginative in 5 years, but this one is exactly what it says on the tin! I might have made up some of the stuff to do with the Tidemaker abilities. 

Warnings: Slight mention of past trauma (it’s literally one line but please be aware of it :) ) If anyone notices any others that I haven’t picked up on please let me know!

This one is from Y/N’s perspective. 

Translations (might be slightly wrong so sorry if they are):

Zdorov’ya nam - To us

Za novobrachnykh - For the newlyweds

Davayte vyp’yem za to - Let’s drink to that

Word count: 3.2k

Tag list: @kentucky-criedfricken​, @polli05927​, @kateswone, @historianthesecond​

Y/N couldn’t breathe. 

Her dress was far too tight and restrictive and not at all like the keftas she was used to wearing, and it itched and scratched and she wanted to burn it. Or rip it to shreds. 

She’d been terrified before the service; nobody had told her anything about the new king of Ravka (she’d been in hiding while the civil war went on, protecting her family and a few neighbours with her gifts, so she’d never actually met him), and the rumours she had heard about him being the King of Scars were less than favourable. She had been pacing back and forth around the room she was in, Zoya Nazyalensky draped over a sofa in the middle of the floor watching her with amusement, when an urgent knock on the door sounded. The two women had looked at each other, confusion passing over both of their faces, before Zoya had stood up and answered it. Whoever was outside the door was clearly anxious, but Zoya had stood in just the right place so that Y/N couldn’t actually see who it was, and could barely make out the whispers. She did catch a few words, most notably “The King... disappeared.” 

Well. That didn’t help her nerves. 

She’d spent the next twenty minutes worried that he knew who she was and what she looked like and found her repulsive because of her features or her status as Grisha or her low birth, or was with another woman (or man), getting his last taste of freedom before this forced marriage. She’d also been concerned that he would be horrible, especially since nobody would tell her anything about his personality. 

But then she’d walked into the hall and had seen him standing there and had decided that maybe they would be alright together after all. At least he didn’t look like a monster. No, he looked more like a saint to her. 

He had seemed nice enough, offering her a hand to help her up onto the platform and giving her a smile, and she’d smiled back (not that he would see through the veil). When he’d been asked to remove her veil, his hands had been shaking, and she was nervous all over again, worried that he would run away like he had earlier. But he stayed where he was, and they got through the rest of the service, repeating vows and placing rings on each others’ fingers (although why he had to keep the gloves on she wasn’t sure), and then they were walking arm in arm back down the aisle and through the double doors. 

She’d felt quite light then, able to breathe and happy with the knowledge that he wasn’t initially coming across as someone to be afraid of marrying, and hopeful that the two of them could make this arranged marriage work. 

But then she’d sat down to eat, on the left of her new husband and at the head of the table, and she couldn’t breathe. 

Everyone was watching her - everyone - and this time instead of having her back to them she could see each one of their faces. It was putting her off of her food, and the tightness of her dress wasn’t helping. She was hungry: she hadn’t eaten a thing all day apart from a few slices of bread that morning, having been far too nauseous to eat anything else. 

Saints, she thought. It’s far too warm in here. 

She’d had a few lessons from a noble woman before coming here once the engagement was decided, as she hadn’t been raised noble or for this kind of lifestyle. Y/N had grown up in a small village, not too far from Os Alta, with her small family in her small house. They were farmers, and she often used her abilities to help the village’s crops grow in the height of summer and protect them from frost in the winter. When she had been tested, she’d asked if she could commute from her home to the Little Palace, given it was only a forty minute ride, and she had impressed the Darkling so much within her first week of training that he had allowed it. She looked after her village, using her training to help grow her power and make her stronger, protecting the crops and the people that lived there. Y/N wasn’t sure why she’d been picked to marry the new king, only that once the war was over and she and her family and friends had come out of hiding, she was approached by her old friend. Zoya had told her that Y/N was to marry the king, and her mother was so happy it seemed too mean to refuse in front of her after all the horrors they had experienced. 

So she said yes. 

After that, her life was a whirlwind. Dresses were measured and made, jewellery bought, and she had temporarily lived on a fancy estate not far from where she had grown up. When she asked why she was the one that had to marry the king, Zoya had simply said “Because you were chosen.” Y/N had assumed that that meant the king had chosen her to be his queen, but him running away and hiding the morning of their wedding wasn’t backing up that thought. The estate she had lived on for the months before the marriage belonged to a widowed noblewoman, Lady Lebedev. She had been tutoring Y/N on how to be a noblewoman herself, since she had grown up on a farm, and that wasn’t acceptable for the soon-to-be Queen of Ravka. 

One of the lessons she’d been given was in prejudices against Grisha (although she hardly thought she needed a three hour lecture on the topic, she had a whole life of experiencing prejudice against her people), and Lady Lebedev had said “Whatever you do, do not use your power. Most of the people at court will be like me, otkazat’sya, but they will be far more unhappy about having a Grisha on the throne than I am. Do not give them reason to get rid of you.”

Now Y/N glanced around the room at the people gathered and noted that roughly half were Grisha, and promptly decided that the noblewoman was wrong. She tucked her hands under the table and drew some water out of a jug behind her, forming a mist that settled on her skin and cooled her within seconds. 

There, now I can breathe a bit better. Looking left and right she hoped that nobody had noticed, but when she locked eyes with her new husband, she knew that he had seen. He was blinking in slight shock, and when he leaned closer she worried he would tell her off, but instead he just whispered “I don’t suppose you could share some of that with me, could you? I feel like I’m roasting alive in these clothes.” Y/N was surprised at the twinkle of amusement in his eyes, but repeated her earlier actions, drawing a cool mist over his skin. He seemed to relax instantly, but the flush on his cheeks stayed. 

Perhaps he’s still too warm, she thought. His clothes look far more stifling than mine.

“How are you doing? With the whole...” he paused as he waved his hands around the room, “being forced to marry a stranger thing?”

He was the first person to ask her how she was feeling since she had found out that she was to be Queen, and it took her a moment to stop being surprised and collect her thoughts. He was still speaking in a quiet voice, and the conversation felt like a secret that was kept between the two of them. Y/N decided that she liked that. 

“It’s... alright, I suppose. I’m not... I wasn’t...” She gave up on trying to get full sentences out and slumped slightly in her chair, before catching the eye of an unimpressed noble and sitting up so straight it was as though she had a broom for a spine. Nikolai laughed, clearly finding this all hilarious, and she couldn’t help but frown a little. How was he taking it all so well? She knew that he’d been born into this life, but still, he could make being forced into a marriage look a bit less easy to go along with. “I wasn’t born for this, and I didn’t think I would ever find someone to marry, let alone be Queen. It’s difficult, trying to be something I’m not, but I’m doing my best and I’ll try to be a good wife.”

Then he was the one frowning, confusion crossing his face and his brows drawing together. His tone was gentle when he spoke. “I’m not asking you to be a good wife. I know that all of this is difficult, and definitely not what I wanted and probably not what you wanted either, and I’m aware that it won’t be easy for you to step into this role, both as Queen or as my wife, and if it helps then it’s not going to be easy for me either, the role of King or the role of husband. I didn’t think I would have to be either of those, not like this, anyway. But I’m asking how you are feeling, not what you think I want to hear about how you’re feeling.”

She slumped again, not looking up to see if the noble was watching her. “I guess...” she sighed and lowered her voice. “My dress is too tight and it itches and I’m so hungry I could eat a horse but I can’t eat because I don’t think there’s room for me to fit anything but myself in this dress, and I’m hot and I’m tired and all I really want is to find a large body of water and lie in it.” 

He blinked in shock again, then let out a loud laugh. A few people turned their heads to look at the couple, smiling when they realised that she was the reason for his happiness. 

“I’m sure nobody would mind if we snuck off early to go find a large body of water for you to lie down in,” he said with a smile and a wink. Y/N found herself returning it, then realised what he’d said. 

“We can’t leave early, people will talk! And I absolutely refuse to miss dessert. I don’t care if I have to cut this dress open to fit it in.”

So they stayed, Y/N managing to get a few mouthfuls of the meal down (she did try and stretch the dress out a bit though, it was far too like a second skin), and the two of them finding out simple things about each other, the things they would have known had they met under normal circumstances. Then when the main meals were taken away and the dessert came out, her eyes lit up, taking in every inch of the sweet treat with her eyes in seconds, then taking it all in with her cutlery in just as much time. Nikolai’s eyes widened, before a huge grin broke out over his face and he tucked in to his own dessert. When most people had finished, he picked up his fork and tapped it against his glass, a soft clink clink clink echoing around the room. The chatter died down as he stood up, glass in hand, and said “A toast. To Ravka, and all of her people, and to a better, united future. To us,” - he gestured around the room, then looked down at Y/N - “and to my wife. Zdorov’ya nam!”

She didn’t miss the way that he had emphasised the “all” when he was speaking about Ravka’s people, knowing that he was including Grisha in his sentiment. A chorus of responses filled the room, from “Za novobrachnykh!” to “Davatye vyp’yem za to!”, and the clinking of glasses all over came after. Nikolai sat back down, holding his glass out for her to clink, and she did so with a smile on her face. 

“Nobody would notice if we went to find that large body of water now,” he whispered. 

She pretended to think for a moment, tapping a finger on her chin, then replied “We can always just say they were drunk if they did.” It wouldn’t be difficult, most people had been drinking for hours, many empty bottles of kvas taken out already. He offered his hand out to her for the second time that day, and she took it for the second time that day, both getting up and sneaking out behind the people stood cheering and drinking. 

They were laughing, half running through corridors, and she decided that perhaps her life with him wouldn’t be so bad after all. Then they were outside, by a lake, and she took her shoes off and struggled with the laces on her dress for a while until she gave up and just jumped in. She could hear him laughing through the water; he must be close to the bank. Down here, she was free. Down here she didn’t have to be anyone but herself. 

Down here, she could breathe. 

She surfaced after a minute or so when she thought he’d start to worry, only to see that he wasn’t there. The moon gave enough light for her to see by, and the stars were bright enough that she could navigate by the constellations, but her new husband was nowhere to be found. She reached out with her power, trying to sense the water in his body, but he wasn’t within the closest 50 metres to her. She panicked, thinking he’d either gone to get help because he thought she was drowning (but he knew she was a Tidemaker, so unless he was monumentally stupid he wouldn’t have done that), or he’d run away again like he had before the ceremony, deciding he couldn’t stay married to her and had gone to get an annulment. She had been left in the dark by a man she thought she could trust before, back when she couldn’t defend herself, but Saints be damned if she was going to let that happen again. 

She hauled herself out of the water, taking the damp out of her clothes and drying her hair, then headed back to the palace. At some point, the water must have loosened the fabric of her dress, because it didn’t feel quite so close to her body anymore. 

“If he didn’t want to be near me, he could have just said so,” she huffed. She found her way back to her rooms that she had been shown to earlier, letting herself in and closing the door behind her. Y/N redressed into her bedclothes, and then she sat in her bed under the covers and waited. She knew she was expected to wait until he came to her on their wedding night, that she shouldn’t go to him, but as the time passed and it got later, it was soon nearing midnight, and she was still alone. 

Not long after, she fell asleep, tired from the stress of the day and the amount of food she had somehow eaten in her tight dress at the banquet. She was woken in the morning by the sound of her door opening, instincts from when she was in training kicking in and making her alert, and she hoped for a moment that it was Nikolai. 

When she saw that it was only servants, she deflated, then refused to let them help her when she got washed and dressed. It was still too strange to have people wait on her hand and foot. She did allow them to sort out her hair, which she hadn’t brushed after her time in the lake and was now incredibly knotty after her restless sleep. 

Y/N was escorted to the same hall they had had the banquet in last night, and stopped at the door when she saw Nikolai sat in his seat at the head of the table, smiling and talking to his Triumvirate as if nothing had happened. 

I suppose nothing did happen, she thought, a frown finding its way onto her face. He still hadn’t said anything about why he hadn’t kissed her during the ceremony, and that combined with him leaving her and then not visiting her chambers left her wondering what it was about her that he didn’t want to be around. She stopped lingering on the threshold and walked into the room, head held high but avoiding eye contact with the king. When she was sat down next to him, she instead spoke to Zoya on her left, saying what a lovely morning it was. She could feel him watching her, and when he cleared his throat and touched a hand to her shoulder to get her attention she turned to face him, keeping her expression as blank as she could. 

He was wary, his expression clearly showing it. “Good morning... did you sleep alright?” Even his tone was wary, cautious, and she tried to keep her eyes from rolling. 

“I slept just fine, thank you. Although perhaps I would have slept better if my husband hadn’t disappeared,” she replied, her smile sweet and her voice even sweeter. Nikolai looked taken aback, then embarrassed, but he offered no reason as to why he had left or not turned up. His mouth opened and closed like a fish a few times, and she raised a brow when he still couldn’t come up with anything. “It’s alright, you know, I didn’t want this marriage either, but an explanation would be nice. I told you I wanted to lie in a large body of water, and I’m a Tidemaker, so it’s not like I was going to drown. All I want to know is why you left me in the lake. I don’t want some big declaration of love, that’s not what our relationship is, and it probably never will be. I just want to know what was so important you had to leave me in the lake on my own, at night. Think on it for a while if you must, but I want an answer. I suppose I’ll see you during meetings, events and the like, to keep up the ruse that we’re happily married, but if you would rather just keep to yourself then that’s fine. Just tell me what needs to be done as Queen, and I’ll do it. But do not come to me as a husband until you have a reason for leaving.”

He stared at her, cheeks flushed, still gaping. Y/N smiled again, making it seem as though the newlyweds were just having a deep discussion about something interesting, then turned back to Zoya, already asking questions about the position of Grisha in the court and how people in the more rural areas were coping after the war. 

If he wasn’t going to do his duty as her husband, that was fine. But she wouldn’t let it stop her from doing her duty as the Queen. 

Chapter 3

[papayasnz]

Hi Papaya! I'm the anon who commented about Gemsden's boss tag stuff. While I know Fukuchi is your favorite, I'm gonna throw in a couple other characters too. Here is a list of Gemsden stuff that really feels like a bsd character to me that you haven't already posted on.

Nikolai:

a chronic into-hands sneezer and their partner who automatically whips out tissues and sanitizer for them (Snzy is Nikolai) (Could be Sigma but wouldn't be a relationship)

Sigma:

thinking about how sneezing into your elbow is supposed to be the most effective way of not spreading your cold, but is rendered useless by someone who maybe has a habit of crossing their arms whenever they're nervous \ maybe they're feeling fidgety so they stuff their hands into their pockets, which also happens to be where their germy tissues are stored

Fukuchi:

a boss with a bad cold but he still goes to work, but he's so bad at keeping his germs to himself. in a meeting, he paws at his nose absentmindedly while listening to the presentation. but it's hard to find him intimidating when his pink nose is quivering incessantly. every so often, he will erupt in a thunderous, throaty sneeze that makes his subordinates jump and bless him. he sprays all over the conference table, before running a finger languidly under his stuffy nose again. then his biohazard hands touch the papers, the pens, the doorknob. it is only a matter of time before someone else catches his cold.

boss who holes themself up in their office when they have a cold. their sneezes are so loud that they can be heard through the walls. nobody knows why they trap themself in their room, maybe it's because they're in a bad mood. one day, a brave person dares to venture in, and quickly realise that there was a good reason why they hide in their office when they're sick. their sneezes fly openly and uncovered, saturating the vicinity with their germs. they look up from their work and greet with a congested, "did i say you could come in."

it's not that they want to spread their cold, they're genuinely just one of those people who aren't self-conscious enough to be aware that they're being unhygienic. if they want to shake hands with someone else, they're going to do it. it doesn't occur to them what they were just using their hand to do - scratching the itch in their nose and balling up used tissues. they have to touch the doorknob to open a door, no problem, they've already completely forgotten that they sneezed into their hands a few minutes earlier. wherever they go, they leave behind a trail of germy evidence of their presence.

Kunikida:

using a handkerchief to wipe your partner's nose for them because they're lying against you, too tired to even lift an arm to wipe their runny nose. using that same handkerchief to tend to your own runny nose because you've already caught their cold, and getting up to fetch a new handkerchief would mean disturbing their much-needed rest.

people who take time to cup tissues neatly over their nose, folding them into halves and quarters, corner to corner VS. people who just kinda crumple and ball them up (Kunikida is the first)

someone who really wants to work through a sneeze fit. they're [flipping though their notebook] with one hand, and holding a tissue in the other. they're stuck in a vicious cycle of turning to sneeze in one hand, and then immediately going back to their [notebook]. after a while, they get confused about what's in which hand and they sneeze right onto their [notebook] instead. they quickly wipe away the droplets on their screen, looking around to check if anybody caught that.

someone with a cold never moving the tissue/handkerchief away from their face like god forbid they let anyone lay eyes on their sick nose

germaphobe lathering on hand sanitizer after a sickly-sounding sneeze is unleashed next to them, but the scent of their hand sanitizer irritates the cold-ridden nose even more...

Dazai:

just love when someone stretches their top lip over their teeth for easier access to their nose and they're just very openly dabbing at their wet-rimmed nostrils

people who take time to cup tissues neatly over their nose, folding them into halves and quarters, corner to corner VS. people who just kinda crumple and ball them up (Dazai is the second)

someone with a runny cold leaning over your shoulder to look at your computer screen. bracing a hand on your table, they lower their face to your height. you can hear their wet sniffling right next to your ear, feel puffs of air on your cheek as they breathe through their mouth. they suddenly gasp and you turn just in time to see them wrench their head away from you to sneeze over their shoulder, spraying whatever and whoever's on the other side. continuing as if nothing happened, they rub their nose distractedly as they continue to read from your screen. then they stand back up. "this is good," they tell you, patting you on the back. (Dazai is snzy) (aku or sushi is other)

having an online meeting with someone that has a cold, but they don't bother to mute themself. all their sniffles and throat-clears are picked up by their mic and transmitted directly into your ears. they don't bother turning away when they sneeze, directly facing the webcam. you hear the rustle of tissues before you actually see them, then a long, wet noseblow. if this had been an in-person meeting...

an unapologetically germy sneeze right into their palm, then a congested sniffle and "excuse mbe, i'b ndot feeligg well."

Chuuya:

someone out and about with a cold. their nose starts to run and they swipe a finger under their nose, thinking that's going to be enough. it's not. they have to engage their knuckle, their thumb, the back of their wrist, their other hand, and every single swipe comes back with a shiny streak. they feel a dangerous sneeze building, they need to find a tissue very soon.

Sokokou:

using a handkerchief to wipe your partner's nose for them because they're lying against you, too tired to even lift an arm to wipe their runny nose. using that same handkerchief to tend to your own runny nose because you've already caught their cold, and getting up to fetch a new handkerchief would mean disturbing their much-needed rest. (Chuuya)

Little sniffles can be heard from A throughout the livestream, audibly growing wetter in quality as time passes. They quickly rub their nose boyishly against the back of their wrist before continuing the game without missing a beat. Their nostrils flare and they gasp, then sneeze directly onto the controller. They groan congestedly. Then, the sound of a door opening can be heard as B enters the room. "Cover me for a second," they tell B.

B takes over the controller without questioning. A walks off camera and the sound of a harsh set of sneezes can be heard, then a long, wet noseblow. The livechat scrolls past quickly with a myriad of blessings.

"Caught a cold?" B [smirked]. A returns, nose an angrier shade of red and takes the controller back. "No." (A is Chuuya. B is Dazai.)

bunk bed roommates. the one in the bottom bunk is laid up with a cold and they sneeze openly in their sleep, misting the air on top of them. for the one in the top bunk, a wooden plank and a mattress are the only things protecting them from a contagious direct spray

sharing a bed with someone with a cold, but you really don't want to catch it. you listen to them snore and snuffle through their cold in their sleep. your arm is starting to numb from lying on one side so you turn to your other, only to come face-to-face with a swollen red nose. their mouth hangs open and you can see up their wet, inflamed nostrils. you turn back around because there's no way you're sleeping with your face inches away from that. (Dazai is snzy)

"(annoyed) god, your immune system is terrible. (begrudgingly) take my jacket..." (Dazai is snzy)

Mori:

Someone with a cold showing up to work because unfortunately, they have to personally submit a report to their boss. As they gather papers from the printer and collate them together, they repeatedly rub and swipe tissues under their runny nose.

They're making their way to the boss' office when they suddenly sneeze... straight onto the file that they have to submit. This cold has been merciless on them, the sneezes always coming without warning. They quickly wipe the file with their sleeve but some wet specks remain, undoubtedly laden with germs. Tucking the file under their arm, they take out a well-used tissue and blow their nose one last time before knocking on the door. Then they push down on the door handle, entering the office.

Just as they open their mouth to speak, their nose ignites with another intense tickle. They only manage to move the file away from the spray zone as they let loose a misty, uncovered sneeze towards the floor.

The boss raises an eyebrow. "Tracking germs into my office?" he asks in a low voice.

"It's allergies," they quickly say, hopefully convincingly. "Here's the report you asked for." They hold out the file. The boss accepts it and thanks them. Then, they watch with knowing dread as he licks his finger once before flipping the first page by the corner. (I know he's a doctor but...) (Feels a bit like Higuchi, but could be anyone) (If Higuchi, could also be aku for boss)

Ranpoe:

holding hands while strolling with your partner who has a cold but every minute or so, they have to deal with their demanding nose in some way. hypothetically they could use their other free hand to rub their itchy nose but why would they, when they can use the hand that they're holding yours with to cover their sneeze, then slip it back into yours again (Ranpo is snzy)

your sick partner laying against your chest in bed, snuffling into an overused tissue, and when they finally fall asleep and the crumpled tissue falls out of their grasp, it just sits there on your chest for you to clear away

I love waiting room sneezes. Someone so tired that they have no energy to cover their sneezes, so their caretaker has to cover their sneezes for them. The first sneeze comes unexpected, flying into the air in front of them. Caretaker raises their hand to their partner's face to catch the second, spraying against their palm. They shyly take the tissue box from the counter and bring it back to their seat, they're going to need it, and the receptionist is more than happy to give it to them as well.

If caretaker is also sick, they've caught their partner's cold from taking care of them, but their partner is still far sicker than they are, then they've got to cover both their partner's sneezes and their own. But because they're not feeling too well themself, their movements are a little slow, uncoordinated. Two cold-ridden noses, only two hands, and they're so busy trying to predict when their partner's going to sneeze while also anticipating their own. When they're a little too clumsy, they clamp their tissue-covered hand over their partner's nose, only for their own nose to dissolve into a fit. Or when they manage to get a tissue over their own nose, their partner explodes uncovered. It becomes far too much to remember who sneezed into which tissue, and they accidentally use the same tissue to catch both their sneezes.

Also thinking about the stares from other people in the waiting room. One sneezy person draws enough attention, but two sniffly noses side by side? Tending to someone else's nose with a shared tissue is such an intimate action, and they're just doing this in public in front of everyone? They have no choice unless they want to be known as the germ spreader in the waiting room.

Tanizaki:

love when a person's nose itches but they're holding onto something, maybe their phone or a spoon, and instead of putting it down or switching it to their other hand, they just rub their nose while still grabbing onto it

absent-minded nose rubbing. the person doesn't even realise that they're doing it, until someone breaks them out of their daze by asking them, "got an itchy nose?" their hand pauses mid-air as they look at it. "oh? yeah."

Atsushi:

absent-minded nose rubbing. the person doesn't even realise that they're doing it, until someone breaks them out of their daze by asking them, "got an itchy nose?" their hand pauses mid-air as they look at it. "oh? yeah."

someone succumbing to an absolutely helpless sneezing fit in a quiet place, and they can't even get their legs to move, eyes squeezed shut, completely overtaken by the tickle, and they have to be escorted off the premises by a friend as sneeze after sneeze shoots out of them

someone who brings tissues out with them because they know for a fact they're going to sneeze at some point and it's going to be messy. but when the sneezes actually come, they completely forget about them and end up sneezing uncovered or into their hands, spreading their cold around in public

Fukumori:

So many great doctors getting sick snzarios today 🥵 I think my personal fav's got to be double exposure. A doctor getting sneezed on by multiple patients during cold season, then returning home to their partner sneezing messily over their blanket

Tachihara:

just love when someone is completely adamant about not blowing their nose in front of someone else and it's just swipe, swipe, swipe over and over again under their nostrils, the tip of their nose being squished from side to side from how hard they're fruitlessly swiping

Higuchi:

someone scrambling for a tissue to cover with but they don't make it in time and end up sneezing all over the tissue box, inadvertently passing on their cold to the next person who just wanted a tissue to clean up a stain

Tachihara:

love when someone wants to swipe a tissue under their runny nose but they want to be really quick and inconspicuous about it. because of how quick they're trying to be, the movement itself becomes rather sloppy, and then they find themself having to do it more frequently, thus becoming more conspicuous...

someone out and about with a cold. their nose starts to run and they swipe a finger under their nose, thinking that's going to be enough. it's not. they have to engage their knuckle, their thumb, the back of their wrist, their other hand, and every single swipe comes back with a shiny streak. they feel a dangerous sneeze building, they need to find a tissue very soon.

Also, while its not Gemsden, here are a couple from Coldshare and that Coldshare reblogged:

Dazai:

having super normal thoughts about someone who doesn’t care at all about contagion or politeness, or who perhaps *enjoys* spreading their snot and germs; they’ll sniffle until their sinuses are so incredibly waterlogged that not a single drop more of snot can be contained, then let it all out in a closed-mouth sneeze that sprays ropes of watery snot all over whatever’s in front of them. forcing all the pressure of the sneeze through their nostrils ensures the contents of their snot-filled nose will coat everything in a ten-foot cone. and they’re perfectly fine with that.

someone (A) at a party with someone (B) they despise.

maybe B has been outwardly rude to A in the past, or maybe B has wronged A or A's friends in some way. maybe B has lied their way into a role that A deserved, or maybe B has spread nasty rumors about A to their friend group. and worst of all, B has the nerve to act as though they've done nothing wrong, as if it's A who's making a big deal out of nothing.

at first, A didn't want to come at all - this party is going to last all evening, and they can feel themselves coming down with the beginnings of a terrible cold. their nose has been running all day, their throat is tellingly sore, and now there's a slight, irritating tickle in their nose that they can't quite ignore. there's no doubt that they're contagious.

but for whatever reason - a desire to keep up appearances, or an invitation from a friend, or even a desire to have their fun before this cold really hits - they show up anyways.

when they spot B at the party, it's with a sense of exasperation. truthfully, they can't think of anyone they'd rather see less right now. it's so unfair that A is the one stuck here with such a miserable cold, while B gets to stand halfway across the room, taking no accountability and having the time of their life...

but then it occurs to them... maybe with this cold, they can give B a little taste of what they rightfully deserve...

A heads up to B under friendly pretenses to say hello. after all, B has always acted as though they've never done anything wrong, right?

from there on, A plays friendly. B is a little tipsy, so thankfully, they don't seem to notice anything off.

A talks with B for a while, doing a terrible job in covering their sneezes - they turn slightly off to the side, but some of the spray still mists the air where B's standing. they raise a hand to cover, but either their hand is held just a little too low, or some of the contagious spray escapes from in between their fingers.

whenever they blow their nose, they make sure to crumple the tissue up in their hands, practically ensuring that their cold germs are all over their fingers. they're so sniffly anyways, it's only natural that they have to wipe their nose on their hand to keep it from running, right? and if they happen to open a door they know B's going to touch later, or they 'accidentally' reach for the silverware they know B is about to use, all of that can just be a simple coincidence, can it not?

when B isn't watching, they switch their drink glass - the same glass A's been drinking from all night - with B's. they keep their expression straight, subtly diverting B's attention away from hitch after hitch until they finally explode with a sneeze, messy and uncovered, right into B's direction, filling the air with millions of contagious droplets.

it feels so good to let out every messy, spraying sneeze, to give into every lingering tickle, to let themselves sneeze freely - all over B and B's things. their nose just tickles so badly, and it's been given the perfect outlet.

A leaves the party satisfied that B will have a taste of their cold to take home with them. it's no match for all the things B has done to them over the years, of course, but it's just a little taste of B's own medicine.

(and seeing B a few days later, their nose red and running openly, their breath hitching and hitching, fighting helplessly against a relentless tickle, until they snap forwards a the waist with a loud, messy, spraying sneeze of their own, so messy that they have to scramble to find a tissue or handkerchief to contain the mess... well, A can't claim that sight doesn't make the feel a little better.) (B is Ango)

Atsushi:

someone trying to stave off a sneeze, but every effort they take backfires terribly.

they try to press a finger under their nose? well, their nose won't stop running - they can feel the dampness on their finger already, and that really tiiihckles...

they blow their nose? well, that seems to clear their congestion a little, but now that they can properly breathe again, their next breath only seems to expose them more to whatever allergen/irritant is present...

if they try to go inside? their tickle in their nose increases tenfold... this puzzles them until they realize - how long has it been since this room has been dusted?

or outside? it's springtime, and the trees are fully in bloom, and the slightest glance at the sun is enough to send their breath into another sharp, ticklish hitch...

they try to rub their nose? oh, but their fingers have just managed to graze the most sensitive part of it, worsening the tickle tenfold. what started off as a small, distracting tickle has become an intense, fiercely irritating - hHiiiH!

(not to mention, all this holding back is practically enough to guarantee that when they do finally sneeze - when the tickle they've denied themself relief from for so long finally has its chance to surface, it will be quite the display)

Ranpo:

“I thidk by cold’s gettidg—ehh-heh—worse!” Followed by the tickly-est, highest pitch sneeze, the kind that sends spray everywhere. 

Sorry for the lack of Fukuchi stuff in this; I'm sending an ask right after this with some stuff I thought you would like.

I already mentioned this in the other reply but I’ll have it posted because the world should also see the work you put in, and also maybe it will inspire someone to make something. (Plz let it be me who gets motivated plz plz I want to write again ARGH)

[where-theres-smoak-2]

New Footage Alert!

(Book Spoilers) 

Netflix just dropped a new season 2 promo titled Shadow and Bone: Everything We Can Tell You About Season 2 on youtube, with some new footage and there was a thing or two that definitely caught my eye. 

One scene from the books that I really really want to see in season 2 is the attack on the Palace and the resulting chapel scene between Darklina. The whole sequence was great in the books and I was holding my breath the whole time I was reading it, in truth it was one of the few scenes in the books that actually got a reaction out of me and had me excited. Well it looks like at the very least we are going to be seeing the attack on the Palace so I am holding out hope that we will also see the chapel scene too. The opening shot of the new promo shows Alina looking up at the glass dome ceiling to see shadows gathering: 

Other scenes that I think will be from this attack are these: 

The first one looks like it may possibly be Adrik, Nadia’s little brother, and if it is then I am really nervous about the way that nichevo'ya has hold of his arm because either its that scene or some really on the nose foreshadowing. 

The second one looks like its the darkling versus Alina so maybe this is leading up to the chapel scene. There is another shot of Alina and M*l where Alina is in the same outfit which I think might be the scene where she tells everyone else to run and M*l is reluctant to leave, and she then goes to face Aleks alone which brings about one of the best darklina scenes in the books in my opinion. 

We also get a better full body look at Alina’s first army jacket thing: 

and it is actually a kefta, something I did wonder about, just made to look very very similar to the first army general uniform and yup I still hate it. I get that they are probably trying to send the whole united armies message but I still hate that Alina is wearing the colours and uniform of the King and army that has oppressed her people for hundreds of years. But hey that’s just my opinion. 

We also get a closer look at the propaganda poster from the previous trailer and it is definitely of Aleks and Alina from right before they entered the fold in the season 1 finale:

 So if you couple that with Nikolai saying that Alina and Aleks were co-conspirators I am assuming this is like an anti piece warning of the shadow and sun summoners. What is interesting is Aleks’ reaction to it as he kind of hesitates over the picture before angrily pushing it away. It seems like he is feeling pretty conflicted about Alina, the voice over also talks about him yearning to re-join forces with Alina so I am expecting to see him really struggle with that throughout the season.   

Speaking of Aleksander though, the shot that intrigued me the most is this one: 

He is very clearly really distraught here, like dude is having a full on meltdown. But he’s crying over something in his hand which looks like a piece of red silk or satin, its definitely a piece of fabric. But I wonder why this piece of fabric has caused such a visceral reaction from him. It does look like its the same room as this shot of him and genya:

But I don’t think its the same scene as in the one with genya it looks like there is sunlight coming through the window behind them and the one with Aleks crying its much darker. Also in the one with only Aleks and his mystery piece of fabric the candles on the fireplace are lit but aren’t in the one with genya which makes me think that genya’s scene happens during the day and Aleks’ happens at night. The darklina in me can’t help but assume that the piece of fabric has something to do with Alina maybe? This costume of hers does have red fabric that looks similar to the piece Aleks is holding:

and there is a shot of alina using her powers to protect a group of villagers whilst wearing it in this promo:

So maybe Aleks and Alina get into some altercation and a piece of her dress rips and he keeps it as like a souvenir/token and later cries over it, you know as you do after a bitter breakup where you are still in love with your ex but are stubbornly refusing to admit it. That’s my best theory anyway. 

We get this shot of Baghra and M*l:

I am 100% sure that this will be when Alina and M*l discover that non sensical plot twist about M*l’s heritage and link to the firebird as Baghra can be heard saying “that’s why you are here” and it looks like they are in Morozova’s workshop. I know it sounds harsh but I don’t really care as the plot twist didn’t particularly interest me in the books so I very much doubt that it will in the show, I’m sorry but I am just not invested enough in M*l or M*lina’s relationship to care all that much. Who knows though maybe the show will write it in a way that will make me care, guess we’ll have to see. 

Ok just some other little bits of interest. We get another shot of the sea whip and yup it still looks really amazing I would post a pic but I couldn’t get one that gave it enough justice but I would recommend watching the promo yourself so you can see the Sea Whip in all its glory. 

This promo reminded me of why I love Jesper so much in season 1, I am ashamed to admit I did forget in the time between the two seasons. But he’s just so entertaining to watch I loved every second of him that we saw in the trailer. 

Looks like we are getting the scene of Alina punching Nikolai in the face, is it wrong that I laughed? I can understand her reaction though first Aleks lies about who he is and then Nikolai does, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was half picturing Aleks and half Nikolai in that moment to be perfectly honest with you. 

[blues-valentine]

Now that I’m pass the trailers excitement I am sorry but I am still pretty pissed that they’re mixing Siege and Storm with Ruin and Rising and this will only result in a mess and a lot of characters arcs thrown out of the window. The trailer is a bit too messy.

Siege and Storm takes on Alina slowing getting addicted to power and the conflicts this has with her humanity and relationship with Mal. It takes us to Alina’s mental battle and the torment Darkling continues to put on her. It tackles Alina’s religious status and political. The trailer does not seem to mention anything regardless Alina’s status as a Saint and this is a conflict with my favorite part of Tolya and Tamar’s story line — their devotion to Alina.

It doesn’t seem like they tackle Mal’s journey on the second book which is so important for him as a character because then it makes sense why he is so unaffected by the idea of dying on R&R. Mal’s deals with PTSD, depression and alcoholism. He deals with the idea of losing Alina to the point that his ultimate sacrifice is for her and not for anything else and in general so many interesting issues that needed to exist for his relationship with Alina to get as strong.

Nikolai has a very long and complex political backstory that should take its time to develop. Where’s Vasily? The party at the end of book 2 that is literally crucial? This with Tolya and Tamar and why they’re so loyal to Alina’s cause. It shouldn’t be rushed.

Baghra also telling Alina to go after the amplifiers? This must be an illusion because I know that’s not the same Baghra that was so against the idea of looking for them.

I’m nervous about the crows involvement in the plot because is so crowded already so when will we be seeing their actual arc. It feels overcrowded. The trailer feels like it’s entirely Ruin and Rising and this is a problem. To me, the show should’ve focused on season 2 for Book 2 and season 3 for Book 3 while working towards the six of crows spin off but Netflix seems desperate to cancel shows.

My expectations aren’t that high so let’s see.

[vanilladove]

⁀➷⊹ ࣪ ˖ valentines with the bsd men!

divider creds plutism

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: various bsd men x gn!reader [dazai, atsushi, ranpo, fukuzawa, nikolai, fyodor, sigma, bram, chuuya, akutagawa, oda, ango, jouno, tecchou]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluffy headcanons (some crack hehe)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: none! i also imagine all of them wearing suits🙈

⁠❥ 武装探偵社 armed detective agency

⊹ ࣪ ˖ dazai osamu

planned out your valentines day date at work (got yelled at by kunikida)

buys you a nice outfit to match his suit and styles his hair like how it was in the dead apple movie o////o

after dinner, you both go on a moonlit walk around yokohama and stop by the bridge overlooking the river dazai asks you to commit a double suicide

you mostly enjoy each other's company in silence, and dazai just admires you (secretly taking pictures of you under the moonlight)

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear and you find yourselves at the Lupin bar

you both drink too much and show too much pda, giggling through the taxi ride home

you're awaited by a bed covered in rose petals, lingerie/boxers and more sake...🤭

⊹ ࣪ ˖ atsushi nakajima

SUCH A FREAKING SWEETHEART

definitely didn't sleep at all the night before bc he was nervous about preparations (i'd like to think you're his first partner :3)

called akutagawa for help but he's also just as single...

ends up making you glitter roses (there's glitter all over his dorm now) and a valentines box filled with your favorite things ♡

he definitely has a cute speech for you about why he fell in love with you and how much he cares for you (one/both of you ends up in tears lol)

you guys end the night with a movie + lots of cuddles!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ranpo edogawa

valentines day is his second favorite holiday after halloween bc of all the candy + sweet treats associated with it

buys enough chocolate and snacks to feed yokohama (most of it is just for his secret snack collection...)

organizes a small at-home date where you both make chocolate-covered strawberries + heart-shaped treats

tried to prepare a romantic speech but it ended up being a 'why you're lucky to have me' speech...

gives you those cheesy 'i love you' candies + candy necklaces

you both get insane sugar crashes and don't even make it to dinner or the special valentines book scene he made poe write for you😔

⊹ ࣪ ˖ fukuzawa yukichi

secretly very romantic

he takes you on a private picnic in a sakura tree field (it's literally perfect); you have bentos, plum sake, and daifuku. the cherry blossoms fall peacefully over you two ♡

would write a sweet poem/haiku for you and gift you a lavish yukata

you reminisce about the cute moments in your relationship and stay until sunset

you surprise him by taking him to a cat cafe on the way home hehe

⁠❥ 天人五衰 decay of angels

⊹ ࣪ ˖ nikolai gogol

thinks the traditional valentines day norms (chocolate, roses, and dinner) are boring

takes you to an amusement park (bonus if it's valentines-themed) instead

drags you with him on every ride--hopefully, you don't have motion sickness or a fear of heights

you eat so much fair food, and he never misses the chance to lick powdered sugar or cotton candy off your lips

takes you to the games section and laughs at your failed attempts. once you're frustrated enough, he wins even though the games are rigged and gets you a giant stuffed animal

you get matching face tattoos and braided hairstyles (he ends up doing it himself bc he's better than the employees lol)

on the ferris wheel, you both share an intimate kiss and he pulls out some roses (they end up being the clown ones though and splashing water all over your face :0)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ fyodor dostoevsky

asked you to be his valentine with one of those cheesy coding things (iykyk)

plans a romantic tea date for you both with lots of russian treats

composes a piece for you and plays it on his cello (forces nikolai and sigma to provide instrumental support in the background)

spends most of his time talking with you, since he's usually always busy

buys a matching ushanka for you, along with european chocolates, and your favorite flowers

you end up falling asleep in his arms reading together

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sigma

this is probably his first valentines day ever so he spent a lot of time on social media to find out what people usually get for their partners

definitely uses the sky casino's amenities to put on an extravagant display for you--dancers/live music, a fancy bubble bath with rose petals + candles, couple's massage

has an intimate dinner with you in his office with the sunset in the background

he gifts you lego flowers that you end up building together and gets flustered if you gave him a gift, too♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ bram stoker

GOTHIC VALENTINES!!!!

takes you to his castle and prepares a fancy royal dinner for you

plays instrumental music from his radio but he didn't pay for spotify premium so you awkwardly listen to ads every few songs...😔

gives you pretty jewelry and black roses encased in glass (beauty in the beast style!)

takes you to the balcony and you both have an intimate night chat, which draws some rare smiles and chuckles from him

softly hugs and kisses you, grateful for your warmth and company will suck your blood if you let him

⁠❥ ポートマフィアport mafia

⊹ ࣪ ˖ chuuya nakahara

the definition of a romantic bf...pls

first of all, you wake up with those gigantic boxes of roses that celebs always get, accompanied by a sweet handwritten letter and a custom outfit for the day

he then picks you up in his helicopter and flies you to a vineyard where you make your own wine and drink one he secretly made for you when you both started dating

at the vineyard, a PRIVATE CHEF cooks a fancy 5-course meal for you both to enjoy, and chuuya insists on feeding you the first bite

expect a lot of heartfelt, drunken speeches and passionate french kisses out of nowhere...

on the ride home, chuuya almost crashes the helicopter bc he's so drunk, but his ability saves you both hehe

he ballroom dances with you until you both fall asleep in each other's arms🥹

⊹ ࣪ ˖ akutagawa ryunosuke

like atsushi and sigma, this is his first valentines. he asks chuuya for advice but thinks all his suggestions are corny

he ends up settling on making you some red baked goods with gin's help and dark chocolate candies

writes you love letters since he's secretly embarrassed to tell you outright how he feels

takes you on a beach date and lends you his coat if you're cold (he's secretly colder than you after he dips his feet in the water)

you hold hands and talk for a bit under the moonlight until he musters up the confidence to give you his letters and gifts

your happy reaction is worth it and makes him blush ^o^ he hugs you for a long time after you point it out, partly in embarrassment and partly because he loves you so much

chuuya and gin interrogate him about the date after he comes back lol

⊹ ࣪ ˖ oda sakunosuke

picks you up from work with flowers, handmade chocolates, and a cute teddy bear

car makeout sesh before going home while you still have some time alone to yourselves

cooks your favorite meal for you and buys you your favorite alcohol

he and the kids bake + decorate a romantic cake for you (it's lowkey ugly but it's the thought that counts!!!) and decorate the house with heart balloons, cute drawings, and candles

you both eat with all the kiddos and sleep together on the same bed ♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ango sakaguchi

almost forgot it was valentines day bc he was too absorbed in his work...his assistant had to remind him lol

takes you to a classic fancy dinner & buys you your favorite flowers

gifts you your favorite books and some sexy lingerie/boxers (his assistant probably snuck in some toys

your little date helps him relax for once and takes his stress away

gets clingy the next day and keeps trying to call/text you because he misses your presence (dazai and his coworkers tease him nonstop about it)

⁠❥ 猟犬 hunting dogs

⊹ ࣪ ˖ jouno saigiku

guys why are there no valentines day cards for these mfs does no one like them or what

takes you to a secluded place away from his annoying coworkers the noisy city

cooks you dinner and gifts you gold jewelry (likely a matching rope bell earring) and some soft sweaters :)

you try to play some board and card games together, but he wins everytime because he can guess your next move based on your heartbeat and movements

after you give up, you both just end up cuddling, and he rambles about his recent missions and office stories

showers you with kisses and caresses; purposely teases your pulse points to get a reaction from you

although you give him gifts (i think he would really like noise-cancelling headphones), his favorite one is your praise. he can't stop blushing when you list off all the reasons you love him hehe

⊹ ࣪ ˖ tecchou suehiro

tecchou would take you on a romantic cabin getaway!

you go on a cute couple's hike (it's supposed to be along a heart shaped trail)

he's kind of directionally challenged and gets lost along the way...

as an apology, he gives you the chocolates he bought for you (they melted from the heat though)

he eventually finds his way through the surrounding landscape and you find a secret waterfall connected to a beautiful lake

you both go swimming to cool off and end up laughing off the whole situation

when you get back to the cabin, you order takeout (do not let this man cook) and look through the pictures you took on your hike

he gifts you some plum blossoms he picked on the hike ♡

[allisonlol]

How about Dazai Fyodor and Nikolai finding their s/o's sex toys 😳😳

a/n: y'all keep hitting me with these smut reqs and i fall for it everytime! also started college back up again today and ugh

warnings: nsfw, sex toys lol, kinda explicit

(Dazai, Fyodor, Nikolai) Finding Their S/O's Sex Toys

Dazai

so, you and dazai had started dating quite recently and you hadn't felt comfortable yet showing him your...collection

and tbh i don't blame you cuz like how do you even go about telling someone that?? just whip open the drawer and be like "behold"??

so for the time being you decided to keep it a secret, hiding the toys in the bottom drawer of your dresser

but at the same time, dazai was slowly moving himself into your apartment?? doing that thing where they start leaving some of their stuff there until they are gradually fully moved in LOL he ain't slick

^while at work he'd texted you, asking if he could borrow the bottom two drawers of your dresser for his clothes

honestly you weren't thinking too clearly atm and had just replied with a quick "sure!"

no more than five minutes later you see dazai has sent you a photo, and when you open it your heart DROPS

it was a picture of the open drawer with your sex toys and he'd only captioned it with "what's all this, hmm?"

PLS ur too scared to message him back and you spend the rest of your shift shaking until you return home

^once there, this mf is waiting for you

deadass has all the sex toys lined up on the bed. makes you take off ur clothes right away so he can use them all on you <3

probably blindfolds you and makes you try to guess which toy he's using too

Fyodor

tbh you just never showed him your sex toys cuz you were scared of what he would do to you for having them lol

i mean, fyodor loves to dish out punishments, am i right?? called crime and punishment for a reason

knowing him, he would be disappointed by the fact you were getting off on something other than himself

but nonetheless, that's why you decided to keep it a secret. although...nothing is truly a secret when it comes to fyodor

don't ask me how, but he knew you had them since the start. never commented on it until one day when he'd pretended to "accidentally" find them right in front of you

^on this night, you were sitting in bed on your phone when fyodor got up and just?? started opening random drawers on your dresser??

he's getting closer and closer to the one you keep your toys in and you feel yourself getting increasingly nervous

ur all like "tf are you looking for" and he's just like "i can't seem to find my favorite shirt..." mf you are already wearing it??

fyodor eventually reaches the secret drawer and YANKS that shit open before turning to you with a knowing smirk

you fly out of bed and try to close the drawer, but he grabs your wrist and backs you onto the bed

pls your face is bright red and you are pleading with him to not be upset

he says some "why would i be upset, my dear? now i get to watch you put on a show and use them all for me" <33

yea...you're not getting out easily. fyodor sits at the end of the bed while watching you use each toy on yourself until you are shaking and crying from overstimulation

Nikolai

so you had been planning to tell nikolai about your little (not so little) collection but hadn't gotten around to it yet

plus he was just so good in bed that you didn't even have a use for the toys anymore... (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

therefore you'd actually forgotten about them for a bit

on this night, you'd decided to clean up your apartment, and was finishing up with your bedroom

nikolai had come over after work right when you were cleaning out the last drawers of your nightstand

you try to get him to help you but instead he's doing some bullshit and poking thru your stuff ofc

you yank open the last drawer of the nightstand and your heart drops when it reveals all the sex toys you'd forgotten about?? smh

you quickly slam the drawer shut which catches nikolai's attention, and it's like he teleports next to you cuz suddenly his arm is around your waist and he's all like "what are you hiding in there, hmm?"

you can't stop the way ur face turns red and that's when he knows something is up

^reaches past you and yanks the drawer open while you're trying to unsuccessfully push him away

nikolai loses it and starts laughing like "THIS is what you were trying to hide??"

he's very open to the idea of sex toys so he instantly gets all excited; meanwhile you're standing in the background like (⦿ᴗ⦿) while he EXAMINES each one

ends up tying your legs open on the bed and spends hours testing them all out on you until ur crying <33

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