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k5ashe · 6 months ago

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malicious

taking care of your anaemic roomate

mdni: dark content, mentions of degrading nicknames, abusive and toxic relationship

starring my twink malewife Nikolai ^^

"Fyodor-?" Your sweet voice rings in his room as you walk in, opening the curtains. It's 10 AM, a perfect Sunday morning. "Wake up, it's already 10. How long are you gonna stay coped in there?" Your tone is slightly strict, nagging him for being such a bed bug. You sigh when he pulls the blanket over him, reluctant to get up. "Do you want me to splash water on your face again?". At the mention of water, he gets up, staring at you with a scrutinized expression.

"It's my day off. Go away." You huff at his cold tone, opening the window and letting sunlight in.

Its been 5 months since you started living with him. A medical student with basically zero income- you needed a cheap place to stay, which wasn't hard when you found Fyodor. You still remember it like it was yesterday. Discovering he was anaemic was easy- there were signs. The first was how cold he was- just like his demeanor. His finger tips felt like ice against your plump skin. His eyes seemed tired, a yellowish hue in them. So, when he fainted while working, it didn't surprise you.

"You know, you should stop being so mean to me". You jokingly say, earning a glare from him. He slowly gets up, gulping down water. You stare at him for a second, before making his bed up.

Huh? Blood? You freeze, looking at his undershirt. The sleeves were ripped, as if surviving an assault. Half of the buttons were either ripped off or broken in half. What makes you erk was the humongous blood stain on it, the stench making you crill your nose up. It takes you by surprise when he suddenly grabs the shirt, yanking it from your hands.

"Fyod-" "Did I ask you to make the bed? Stop pissing me off first thing in the morning."

You're taken aback by his strict tone, taking a step back. He enters the washroom, slamming the door shut. You huff, making your way over the kitchen.

You're left alone the whole day, the man not bothering to come out his room

Ring. Ring. Ring

You get up, startled by the sudden series of bells chiming. You hurriedly open the door, still half sleepy. "Who is it-...?". Your eyes meet one of a confused man. Long, white braided hair- spreading along him like an expanse of white scenery. He tilts his head, looking down at you with a grin.

"Wow, Fedya has a girlfriend? You're pretty, miss." Eh? A girlfriend? You shake your head, confused. "I'm his roomate. Who might you be?". At your question, the man fakes a disheartened smile, clutching his shirt. "How cruel, my dear Fedya hasn't mentioned me to you even once? Ah, well. He is an asshole, so." You fake a smile, looking at him. "He's not home right now. Is there a message you want me to pass down, sir-"

Oh, Lord. You freeze at the sinister smile the stranger gives you, his lips stretching wide. The lips, typically drawn in a tight, thin line, seem to stretch unnaturally across the face, forming a grim, twisted expression that appears almost predatory. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, but there's no warmth or sincerity in the gesture. Instead, it exudes an aura of calculated malice, as if the person behind it is relishing some hidden agenda or reveling in the discomfort they are causing.

"Ah, how cute. Staying with a criminal-" Before he could complete what he was saying, you slam the door in his face, dropping to the floor. Your heartbeat is the fastest it has ever been. In a second, you're sprinting, closing all the windows in the house and double locking the back door. You hug yourself, wrapping yourself up in sheets, hoping to find some comfort.

Till dawn, the image on that smile haunts your mind.

"Fyodor? Your friend came to visit you." He quirks an eyebrow, lifting his gaze from the book he was reading. He's silent, signalling you to continue.

"He has really long, white hair. Honestly, he scared the crap out of me. He startes grinning like a madman and he said I'm living with a criminal. People these days are-"

Huh? You shut your mouth when you see his expression. His eyes are wide, staring at you as he's seen a ghost. You shiver.

"And he kept calling you Fedya". He gets up, grabbing your shoulder. You look at him, confused. " Fyo-". His hand chops down on your neck. You gasp, feeling immense pain run through your spine. In a second, you're out cold.

".. You know too much."

As you woke, your heart pounded in terror. Chains bounded your wrists and ankles, trapping you in a dim, foreboding room. Panic surged through you as you struggled against the cold metal, realizing you were captive and alone, mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

"You're up"

You lift your head, heart dropping to your stomach when you recognize the familiar face. The tired eyes, purple hair. "Fyodor-?... Why are you-.. "

And then it all comes down. The countless blood stains you found on his shirt. His absence of days, stretching to weeks. How he hated you grabbing his phone. At a point, this should have deemed suspicious to you. But, love makes you blind, right?

It was like love at first sight. His tone was oddly gentle and he was more open to you. His build was slim but he was strong, strong enough to grab you when you almost fell from the couch. You felt nervous under his gaze. When your eyes met, a rush of nervous excitement fluttered in the pit of your stomach, mingling with the undeniable pull of attraction. It was as if time stood still, the world fading away around you as you became lost in the depths of his gaze.

"... Will you kill me too, Fyodor?". Your sweet voice rings through him again, and he clenches his teeth, almost holding back. His hand grabs your chin, tilting it up. You smile at him, a genuine one.

"I love you, Fyodor."

He stares at you, silent for a moment before he slowly starts laughing. He laughs and laughs, the sound cold and humourless. "Oh, you really are dumb, aren't you? I already suspected you were one. But this? What an idiot."

He stands up now, walking to where you sit on the floor. A harsh smirk is on his lips now, and he stands above you, looking down at you with a twisted expression. "Look at you... you honestly can't see why I picked you? A dumb slut is what you are. And you're mine to play with, after all. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. I thought you were smarter, but, clearly not. You're nothing but an idiotic whore."

"But-" Your voice cracks. "I love you, Fyodor. I love every single moment that happened between us. There’s no way all that was fake." You say, crying.

"Oh? You love me?" He grips your hair now, pulling you up to your feet. He smirks as his eyes stare darkly into your own, almost sadistically amused by your words. He's always been cruel, but... never to this degree. "My dear, look where it's gotten you, hm? You're at my mercy... do you really think confessing to loving a man like me will do you any good?"

You gasp for breath, tears streaming down your face. "Play with me, Fedya". You say, tone almost desperate. " Just don’t leave, Fedya-"

Your words die at your tongue when a cold blade presses on your neck. Before you could move, your eyes close. You suddenly realise you can't move -- won't move. The blood spills and colors the floor is a beautiful red color, soaking his shoes up. It's the last thing you ever see

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idkifimawake · 1 month ago

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Bloody Love pt1

Priest!Fyodor x Vampire!Fem!Reader

Warnings: This is set in the 1800s and is in the canon timelines so Fyodor has his ability , might be religiously inaccurate (Christianity) if I have offended the religion I am truly sorry

The old Local Church had found the a mysterious coffin , that had been rumored to have been sold through many vendors , saying it held 'a demon'but all were to scared to even have a peek , the church decided to check about it and 'purify' the demon. The local peasants pondered about the demon, was it going to destroy the town? Was it going to bring hell to earth? Too many questions about the demon. The head of the local church , Fyodor Dostoevsky decided to take this matters into his own hand.

It was the basement of the church , where most of the excorisms took place , the coffin has been sealed and had been placed on a pentagram circle. Some of the priests seemed so calm, the more newer ones were scared out of their wits, they had exorcised some people but exorcising a full on demon (vampire) was new to them.

Father Dostoevsky walked in , most of the priests bowing down to him in respect, he stood infront of the pentagram, holding his cross up , muttering a few words , the candles started to flicker , glasses broke , the pentagram blew blood red and the flames ignited once more before all rhe candles went out , the Priests were shuck until. The top of coffin moved slightly. Some people screamed , some stayed quiet, Dostoevsky stood there , waiting for the creature to emerge.

A large thin hand peered out from underneath the coffin , blood was dripping out. One man fainted. A loud creak was heard and hand twisted back to push the top of the coffin up. The coffin lid hit the floor with a loud THUD , and a young lady with( e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair stood up , she had very raggy clothes that resembled what was once a large tuxedo, she rubbed her eyes and looked around.

"Oh Dear , I'm so sorry , we were mistaken , young lady , follow me." Father Alexei walked up to her and took her arm , mistakenly thinking she was just a human. She took back her arm and looked him dead in the eye.

"Mortal , where am I?" She asked , her fangs slightly showing , the fangs were small and not all that big. Alexei stopped and stood still , now frightened.

"You are in (town name)'s Church in Russia , what is your name demon?" Dostoevsky spoke up his accent rich, walking up and giving a small bow.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She said chuckling. "If there's nothing you truly need me for , I would like to go back inside." She said walking over to coffin. Fyodor grabbed her hand, both of their hands were ice cold , was he even human?

"No Miss, you're coming with us , I require your knowledge." His grip was firm on your arm.

"Men are so needing , very well then." Turning around , to face him , she was well towering over him.

Pt2 is coming soon. Sorry if this is bad

#Bsd #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fem reader #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #vampire reader

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