#nikolai 001

[crwnalpha]

nikolai was struggling with keeping his feelings put together. he didn't think that this would still be a thing even at his age, but every time the two of them were in the same room, it was a struggle. sylas was his big brother, always looking up to him, always feeling like he could count on the other. he knew that, especially after their parents died and it was just the two of them. he sighed. " you're not busy tonight? " niko said, the moment he saw his big brother walk in.

[pathlit]

⤷ ✧ @starstcff, continued.

it's not that she's ungrateful — it's really not. staying here, even with newfound friends ( dangerous mystical creatures out of legend though they may be ), was the last thing she wanted, truly. a whole world beyond boiled down to... this. the bounds of a network of caverns had fully explored in mere days.

so, no, she's not ungrateful, but gratitude takes second place to indignation. if he's safe, if ship and crew were safe, then sailing right back into the trouble you escaped in the first place to rescue her... that's the lives of a hundred people.

he's right, though, and no amount of blame or chiding can undo his choices, or eliminate her undeniable relief, the way worry and frustration ( carefully ignored ) uncoil. they got through alive. she might not have to remain here forever.

❛ no, I need my breath for moving. ❜ she can't blame him aloud, at least, nor in honesty focus on it silently if she's to be present and aware. ❛ but I can blame you later. acceptable? ❜

probably not. it's not like he'll want to hear it any time, now or later, so she doesn't give him time to respond. ❛ we're getting my harp on the way, because I'm not leaving here it. ❜ if she'd thought there was even the remotest chance, she'd have kept it with her at all times, but even she, whimsical though she was wont to be, hadn't expected.

[destinedgray]

Time: for impromptu family reunions  Location: The Pyramid  Characters: @nikolaigray​​ & @destinedgray​​

Andreas had been avoiding most of the acolytes, which just wouldn’t do anymore. There was even talk that there were a few newly come to The Pyramid who weren’t Octavian’s brand new acolytes. As someone that needed to be in The Pyramid hours at a time when Nettelia was not, Aren figured that the least he could do is check up on the roster that had grown since their tremendous loss by Theneras. Each one of them was hurt, each one of the druids was grieving after the events of Knossos. Aren approached who he could, even though now most of the time he still wanted to sit in grim silence and solitude. It was his sister’s presense which swayed him not to get lost in his own misery. He was getting used to his mind now. However, still too much weighed on the Archdruid’s shoulders. Still, he ignored Andreas’ thoughts. 

But he could not ignore his duty. To protect this place, to protect it’s druids. As he ventured down to the training grounds to see them, he caught only a glimpse of the side of a man’s face as he quickly passed Aren. But it was that bare fraction of a second that was enough to trigger some buried memory within the Archdruid. There was something familiar there, something important. “You,” Aren called out to the man’s back. “Hold one moment...”

[victoriousfidelity]

“Come, drink." Sigyn holds out a cup to the younger royal. "We secondborns must stick together."

@amreality Nikolai gets a friend

[ofmoonlitmagic]

"Ah, yeah, good point. I think you going back for more there really says so much about your level of masochism." Georgie wasn't one to mess with, and he said that even when she liked him. Going from someone who had nothing to someone had everything, he should have understood that better sans reminders. "Good thing I have plenty, then, we can help get you locked in some place."

“Trust me, I think Georgie does that plenty for the entire city,” Niko admitted, soft sigh escaping his lips before offering a roll of his eyes. “Sometimes but eh it’s not as fun. Yeah well I don’t exactly have a family to help me chain me up on the full moon, Briggs.” A realization he had quickly come to terms with when he first triggered. It sucked but it was what it was.

[osachiyo]

✦ BAD TIMING? ✦

⟣ ──┈ · · · + including : dazai, chuuya, fukuzawa, fyodor x fem!reader

⟣ ──┈ · · · + c/w : nsfw content (mdni), teasing, petnames, degradation, rough sex, prone bone, cowgirl, mating press, nipple play, cursing, cockwarming, mentions of nikolai + non consensual vouyer in fyodor's & more

⟣ ──┈ · · · + a/n : i wrote this with my pussy.

synopsis. . . you're getting your guts rearranged when− 'riiing!' the annoying sound of his phone ringing caught you both off guard, snapping you out of your dazed state as you both paused your nightly rendezvous. what's even more surprising to you is when he reaches over to grab the tiny device, answering the call− ugh, seriously?

.001 — Dazai

You whined at feeling Dazai's hips slow down, now completely flush against your ass, as he picks up the phone. "What could kunikida-kun possibly need from me, at this hour?" He muttered to himself, voice breathy and warm against the shell of your ear. Fuck, it was kunikida?

"Hello~ ku-ni-ki-da-kuunnnnn?" Your co-worker said in an annoyingly sing-songy voice, making the man in the other end of the line grumble in frustration. They began talking about some..mission? Anyway, it had been around 20 minutes since they've started talking? You couldn't exactly tell− or cared, honestly. The only thing in your fucked out mind was for dazai to close the damn phone and just fuck you already!

You showed your frustrations by huffing and angrily kicking your legs− turning your head to look back at dazai with a glare. He only smirked in response, shrugging before turning his attention back to the call.

You had no idea that dazai was aching to move right now, the feeling of your warm cunt pulsating around him was almost too much to bear. The way sweat gathered at the dip of your back, the way you arched for him− shit.

It had been a few more moments, you were so close to whine out complaints when dazai's hips started moving again, cock easily brushing against your sweet spot. You could still hear his voice from behind you.. he− he wasn't done with the call?!

You were about to ask him what the hell he was planning now− when long, slim fingers entangled themselves in your already messy hair− shoving your head down against the mattress to shut you up as he kept his pace, voice straining a little while he contuined his "very important" conversation with your other co-worker.

Lewd "pap! pap! pap!" noises of dazai's balls hitting your ass filled the enclosed room as you tried your best not to let any moans slip out− god, if he found out− "oi dazai, what're the weird noises coming from your side?"

Fuck.

"Oh uh− nothing, nothing at all, kunikida-kun," he breathed, free hand now coiling around your waist to rub at your neglected clit− making your back arch even more as you gasped out loudly.

"What the− are you sure? You better not be scheming anything bad right now, idiot."

"Of course not! mmh− so tight−!" he whispered the last bit, large hand now cluntching the flip phone in a vice grip as he watched his cock disappear inside of your slick folds− a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock.

"Huh? what's so tight? Dazai−"

That was the last thing you heard from kunikida before dazai's poor phone was thrown somewhere on the bed, the hand coiled in your hair now dragging you up− arching your back even more for him as he muttered soft curses into your ear.

You let out a pained mewl at your hair being pulled, desperate hands scrambling to claw and tug at the sheets as your back was flush against dazai's chest. "Ah− shiit−!" your eyes rolled back as the thumb circling your tiny clit sped up, the bed creaking loudly with each thrust of dazai's narrow hips against your ass.

"Yeah? you gonna cum, 'donna?" Dazai mocked, breath hot against your neck as he moaned lewdly at the way your pussy gushed around him− spraying the sheets with clear fluid. Dazai only groaned in response, "oh shit, fuuuck!− g'nna cum inside you, yeah? y' wan' that?" He slurred, you didn't get to answer before blunt nails meanly dug into your hips as he stilled− balls tightening as spurts of white filled your cunt before he fell on top of you.

You two laid there for a few moments, his cock slowly softening inside you− chest heaving as he finally got off, hissing from the loss of warmth. Dazai pressed a gentle kiss on your temple before walking off, most likely to grab a wet rag to clean you up. You got up with a sigh, running a hand through your messy hair when your eyes land on dazai's phone− it wasn't too far away from you.

You crawled closer to it, taking it in your hands when it lit up− "call ended now."

.002 — Chuuya

You were happily bouncing on your boyfriend's dick when the annoying ringtone of his phone went off. He sighed, lifting his head from the sofa as he reached over to grab the device, brows furrowing at the contact name.

You were sitting idly on his lap now, still impaled on his cock. "Who is it?" You panted, out of breath as you tried not to clench around the ginger's fat dick.

"It's.. boss. be quiet f'me, okay doll?" His voice was soft, but you know he meant it as a command.

You nodded innocently, urging him to answer the phone call. and he did, the way he immediately put on a professional voice sort of baffled you but hey, he was a mafia executive.

But the moment he put the phone next to his ear, you clenched around him tight— making him almost double over with a gasp as he gripped your hip for stability.

"Argh!— I mean- y-yes, boss!" He stuttered, face flushing as he grit his teeth, glaring at you as his fingertips dug into your plush hip, veins appearing at his temple as he mouthed to you to "behave."

Like hell you'd listen and torture yourself by cockwarming him. You only grinned mischievously before lifting your hips up and slamming down on his cock, his eyes shutting tightly as he tried his best not to moan out— he couldn't. Especially not with Mori on the line.

You kept pleasuring yourself on his cock without a care, even going as far as putting a show for him— your hands reaching to play with your tits as you softly moaned out his name, reaching to grab his hand but he only smacked it away, cock dripping with need as he tried his best to keep things professional.

"Chuuya-kun, everything alright on your side? I keep hearing these..noises."

The man in question knew he was fucked— he knew Mori already figured everything out, "uh— y-yeah, boss. I'm fine— fuck—!" Panting out the last part, Chuuya gripped his phone so tight that you worried it would shatter.

"Uh-huh.. Anyway, you had better call me back once you're finished with your.... current predicament. Have fun."

And with that, the Port Mafia boss ended the call, making Chuuya groan in annoyance before chucking the small device somewhere— "what the hell was that?" He growled, hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he forced you to stop your movements, cock nestled deep inside of you once again as your hips stilled. You whined from the loss of friction, the sound only making your lover's right eye twitch in annoyance— "such a poor, needy slut, ain't ya?" He held you down firmly before thrusting up, fat cock nudging against your sweet spot as you threw your head back.

"Ooh, f-fuck— my slutty fuckin' girl can't even stand a few minutes without cock, huh?" He stuttered, other hand reaching up to land a gentle but firm slap on your face. It didn't sting much, but was enough to move your head to the other side. You only whimpered in response, clenching around him even more as his thrusts sped up— growls and groans of pleasure escaping his own lips as he suddenly parted your lips with his thumb before shoving two gloved fingers down your throat— your eyes stinging with tears as the digits hit the back of your throat, tits bouncing up and down as he practically manhandled you like a ragdoll— settling you on your hands and knees without even pulling out fully.

"Argh- fuck—!" He moaned, burying his face into the dip of your shoulder, landing soft kisses on the smooth skin. "Ch-chuuya— s'good, feels s'good—" you slurred, eyes rolling back as one hand found your breasts— the soft flesh jiggling with each brutal thrust of his hips as he basically slapped them around, harshly pinching your nipple as his other hand found your clit— rubbing quick and fast circles on the delicate bud— making you clamp around his cock once more before gushing all over his cock and the expensive leather couch. Your juices ran down his balls to his thighs— the force of your orgasm making you limp against him. You'd probably fall face first onto the couch if not for Chuuya's vice grip on you. Whimpers and borderline pornographic moans left his swollen lips— before biting down hard on your shoulder, spurts of cum flooding your insides as you laid flaccid in his hold— a drooling, shivering mess.

Chuuya fell on top of you, the both of you laying in each other's warmth when—

"Riiiing!"

.003 — Fukuzawa

A pout graced your pretty lips when your husband reached for his phone— picking the tiny device up as he drew soothing circles on your hip, motioning for you to be quiet.

You tried your best to be quiet as he took the phone call, you really did! But the way his cock was nestled so deep inside you and the way you could practically feel him throb inside of your gooey walls— you really didn't wanna bother him or interrupt his phone call but... you couldn't help but whine softly, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit, clenching down on the older man's impossibly hard cock. Fukuzawa's eyes widened when his eyes finally focused on you, underneath him— little pants and huffs of his name rolling off your tongue as you played with yourself. Your other hand was playing with your nipples, softly tugging on them as you bit your bottom lip— which was already swollen. Your eyes were glossed over, hips dying to move on their own.

His jaw was clenched— free hand coming down to lift your legs and put them on his shoulder before he started thrusting inside of you with more vigour than before. It was like he was in a trance— the way your pussy fluttered around his pulsating cock, and the way his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust had you both panting. Your head spun with pleasure as he reaches down to press at your tummy— feeling his bulge. Fuck, he was huge.

The phonecall still went on, of course— but you know all Fukuzawa could think about was you, and the way your pretty cunt swallowed his cock. The noises leaving his mouth told you exactly what you needed to know— the slight stutter in his voice, usually gentle tone now gruff and slightly higher in pitch as he tried his best not to blow his load right then and there.

Not like you were any better either— hair disheveled, sweat dripping off your body as tears stinged at your eyes from the sheer size of this man— it didn't take long for you to cream and gush all over his cock— some of it even spraying on his abdomen. He saw the way your glossy eyes rolled back, your jaw slacked open as your high hit you like a truck.

To hell with the phonecall — he thought.

He cut off whoever was on the other line with a quick but curt, "I'm a little busy— I'll call you later", not even letting the other person respond before ending the call and placing the phone away— all his attention back was on you.

"Putting on a show f'me, sweet girl?" He grunted, dragging his hips back before slamming them against yours— "mmh! K-Knew it'd work— fuck!" You moaned, now feeling both of his hands pushing your legs back, knees almost touching your ears as he forced you into a mean mating press. You felt your high coming closer again— balls slapping against your ass, cock bullying that spongey spot inside of your gummy walls as he groaned sweet nothings into your neck— gruff voice drowned out by his own growls.

You could only babble nonsense and his name as you came hard for the second time that night— pussy clenching around his length and he could feel something snap inside of him— hips speeding up to an inhuman pace, losing their rhythm as he bottomed out fully. Balls pressed against your ass while he spurted out so much cum— some of it ran down your ass and on to the sheets as he slowly got up, pulling out of your cunt with a hiss and watching his cum gushing out of your cunt in spurts.

.004 — Fyodor

You were finally bouncing on Fyodor's cock after hours of teasing and cockwarming— your hips and thighs burned but it didn't matter to you at the moment, because you can finally reach that release that Fyodor has been dangling in front of you— or at least you thought.

Your heart dropped to your stomach once the ringing of his phone echoed through the room— an annoyed sigh leaving Fyodor's lips as he gently slapped your thigh, a silent order for you to stop and stay still.

"A noise and you're getting punished," Fyodor's voice was smooth, but the threat made you gulp, "o-okay," you nodded, accidentally clenching down on him from nervousness and he hissed— blunt fingernails digging into your soft hips. He let out a shaky breath before picking up the phone, it was sort of unsettling how his voice switched from breathy to normal in a second.

You didn't know the phonecall would last so damn long.

It had been almost 30 whole minutes since he had picked up the goddamned phone— and this was pure torture to you. The occasional twitch of his cock inside you made your head spin, oh and the way he'd glare at you when you clenched down particularly hard— it did nothing else but make you even wetter. He, on the otherhand, was completely fine— not a hair out of place as he spoke so casually about.. something. The only time he'd react is when your pussy contracted around him— which would only get a hiss, or hitched breath from the man. It pissed you off.

It was too much for you— your juices running down his cock and onto the leather chair, god - you were leaking so much.

Fortunately for you, he was done with the call soon enough— quickly placing the phone on the desk before whispering into your shoulder as he placed gentle kisses on your skin, "go ahead, myshka - move." His voice was soft, as if he was proud of you for obeying his order and being a good girl— fingers that were previously digging into your flesh now reached between your bodies to rub and flick at your clit, while you happily bounced on his dick. He may have been quiet as a mouse during the phonecall— but he couldn't help but let out soft grunts and pants as you expertly milked his cock, dry lips even letting out one or two whines as you kissed his neck, down to his collarbones— pale skin now adorning a heavy flush as your thighs smacked against his own.

Lewd squelches and noises of skin smacking against skin filled the dark room of his office— Fyodor's jaw clenching as he feels your walls - so soft and warm, squeezing his cock as if you were trying to milk him. He was going to cum soon— but he couldn't possibly finish before his darling, could he? Lithe and slim fingers sped up their movements on your clit as he bit on your shoulder— free hand pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples as you gasped, your own pace turning sloppy and uncoordinated as you clenched your eyes shut— cumming all over his cock as he held your hips down firmly, shooting ribbons of white inside of your walls, some of it dribbling down his balls to the leather of his seat.

You both were left panting, shivering as Fyodor drew random shapes into your shoulder— trying to come down from his own high. He pulled you closer after you both calmed down, your head resting on his chest as he placed soft kisses on the crown of your head, whispering how good you've been for him.

If only you knew the man also coming down from his high on the other end of the video call— white hair disheveled as he came all over his screen.

©sachiyoh — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated ♡

note. ik i said i'd add jouno but I lost motivation for this thing :( jouno will be added to another work, so sorry jouno lovers </3

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⋆˙⟡♡ NiKOLAi GOGOL RENTRY GRAPHiCS 〰️

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♡ — 001 : f2u with credit !

♡ — 002 : requested by @astroellez !

♡ — 003 : requests open ! click here for requesting info !

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[kachuuyaa]

𝐁𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 / bsd smau

a nikolai x reader smau !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; romance was never your forte. naturally, you're afraid of commitment and more so the hurt your heart will potentially experience while being in a relationship. so once you were greeted with an opportunity for one, your first instinct is to run away. however, it seems the gods blessed you with friends whose motive is to keep you grounded in this experience for the first time.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ; smau. no abilities au. fluff. angst. crack. gn!reader strangers to lovers. romance. uni au. slice of life. (kinda slowslow) slow burn.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; reader is a big big overthinker, slight miscommunication, unhealthy coping mechanisms (avoidance, isolation, etc.), everyone but a selected few are stupid, confusion, burnt out reader, mentally challenged characters, kys/kms jokes, mentions of sensitive topics! (mental illness and such), feelings get in the way sometimes, chuuya and dazai’s petty banter, mentions of consuming alcohol n cigs slight crossover (genshin)

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 ; sporadic uploading

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ; kunikida is the only rational person here i fear (he doesnt even have twitter) timestamps do not matter unless i say so! everyone is 18+, sideships included (but not explicitly implemented)

written portions are indicated using ❖

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔��𝐄𝐒 ; zesty bitches ℘ whorehouse asylum

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;

𝐀𝐂𝐓 1 ; foreign idiosyncrasies

001. calm down

002. second yr

003. 4real

004. when i

005. kitty kitty!

006. who even r u

𝐌𝐀𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ; HEYYYYY its been a year im so fucking sorry but i promsie i’ll do this. ill actually commit to this there was actually somrthing i had in the works but i had to abandon it fkr a year cuz of school…. there has been a lot going on and im graudating this year so UM… yea theres that… how is tje bsd anime btw… love all of u soso much <3 take care of urselves mwamwa (also dont ask mw about the event reqs theyre there id otn think ill continue it) also when i mean slight genshin crossover ull see ull see :3

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; @iruc @celestair

2023 © kachuuyaa. do not steal or claim my work as your own.

[victoriousfidelity]

"I don't believe that."

lyric starter for @truthlie (Alina) I'm Not a Mountain - Sarah Kinsley

[simp2537]

Requests are open

My request box is open! I write for a bunch of fandoms and characters that I’ll list below.

Percy Jackson

Character: Percy, Annabeth, Grover and I do the Greek gods and stuff. I might add more characters from the series/show so ask if you’re not sure.

Grishaverse

Character: Aleksander, Alina, Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, Kaz, Jesper, Nina, Inej, Matthias, (I haven’t read the series all the way through but I have seen the show and read the demon in the wood)

Harry Potter

Characters: Golden trio era, Marauders era, and Fantastic Beasts

Narnia

Characters: Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Lucy, Susan

Disney

Characters: Just general Disney, like the Princess, Princes, Disney channel and stuff

Avatar

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Lo'ak, Tsireya, Tonowari, Ronal, Neteyam and Spider

My Hero Academia

Characters: Deku, Dabi, Shoto, Kiri, Mina, Bakugo, Shōta, others

Hunger Games/ TBOSAS

Characters: Katniss, Peeta, Gale, Coriolanus, Lucy, and Finnick

John Wick/ John Constantine

Stranger Things

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, 001/Henry Creel, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Tales of Arcadia

Characters: Jim Lake, Claire Núñez, Toby Domzalski, Douxie Casperan, Krel Tarron, Aja Tarron

Dead Boy Detectives

Characters: Monty the Crow, Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, Crystal Palace, Niko Sasaki

The 100

Characters: Bellamy Blake, Octavia Black, Clarke Griffin, Finn Collins, Jasper Jordan, Raven Reyes, Marcus Kane, Monty Green,

And so many others I just can’t think of them right now. If there’s a fandom you’re wondering about just ask and I’ll see what I can do. I do platonic, romantic, Female, Male, neutral, working on yandere stuff, angst, head-cannons, au’s, working on smut. I don’t write Character x Character stuff. Have a lovely day 🥰🥰

[preciiousmetals]

alice isn't thrilled about the situation, mostly because she's not generally a fan of being told what to do and being babysat absolutely counts as being told what to do. it's not that she's dumb or doesn't understand why she's being babysat; blah blah blah, kidnapping, assassination, the usual risks of being the child of a billionaire with questionable business practices. the issue here is that her stubbornness currently outweighs her desire for self preservation. "not really a board game kinda girl." a brief pause as her lips purse into a thin line. "not really used to a vacation that doesn't include a full service resort but, you know, the lincoln logs really do have a...rustic charm, i guess. give me a couple days and i'm sure i'll be in the woods dancing naked under the moonlight."

open to: f connection: basically nikolai has to babysit y/m who is the daughter of one of his most important clients, who is currently in a great deal of danger and her father wants her away until the threats have been dealt with. this can go anyway we like, but bonus points if at some point nikolai can start shooting at assholes

Nikolai glanced around the rustic cabin, a safe haven nestled deep in the woods. He sighed, adjusting his collar uncomfortably. Babysitting wasn't exactly in his job description, especially when his usual clientele involved dealing in more... volatile commodities. Across the room, his client's daughter, seemed unfazed by their impromptu retreat to the cabin as she lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a bored expression. Nikolai had to admit, she was surprisingly calm given the circumstances. "So, uh," he began awkwardly, "do you, uh, like... board games or something?" He gestured towards the shelves lined with various games and puzzles, hoping to find some common ground.

[quiiettreason]

𖤓 𝓓awn & 𝓓evastation

━━━  part 001. exile

summary — Nikolai Lantsov is saved from drowning and saves his savior from a hungry kelpie.

word count: 1.8k words

warnings — fem!oc ( i know, i’m sorry), death and descriptions of how people died, discussion of su*cide, some (soft) horror elements, blood/gore, book-canon typical violence, night terrors, mentions of cruelty toward women and faeries, discussion and descriptions of war, trauma so much trauma, and the stages of grief. some pre-canon (book and show), but ends in season two.

good shit — kinda enemies to lovers, fae lore (and lore about Ravka that I made up), black cat gf/golden retriever bf, sword fighting!!, hurt/comfort, maybe smut.

anna’s annotations — there is a prequel to this fic. it's on wattpad, but i'm kinda getting sick of it there. it is linked in the masterlist.

Eulalie wondered if this was how her mother felt when she fled Ravka after the assassinations. Freedom. Anger. Depression. Guilt. 

Eulalie earned her first scars from ripping herself from the enslaved sirens in the fairy caves. Their too-sharp nails had dug into her skin and tore at her unblemished skin. She’d swam for her life through tight tunnels leading out to the sea between the Wandering Isle and Novyi Zem where frigid cold waters met pleasant warm ones. After days of kicking to shore, using a piece of driftwood to help her head above water, Eulalie crawled onto the sandy beach of a Zemini port town called Weddle. 

Exhausted, Eulalie had flopped her arm over her eyes, trying to catch her breath. Well, until a Zemini man started shouting at her in his native language of which Eulalie didn’t know any of. This was definitely how her mother felt. Alone in a foreign country where she didn’t know the language, the customs, or the laws. The only difference was Eulalie was surrounded by humans—some who could be Grisha, or zowa, as the Zemini called them. Blessed. 

The blessed people were the reason faeries fled Ravka to neighboring countries or even crossed oceans to avoid dying terrible deaths. Eulalie’s mother had warned them about venturing outside the Isle, and now Eulalie was paying the price. Maybe, just maybe, her mother had been right. 

But now, there was no going back. 

Eulalie tried not to think about Cecily. It hurt too much to relive her younger sister’s screams as she was pulled down to the bottom of the caves.

The Zemini man neared her, so Eulalie did the only thing she could think of—run. She didn’t know how far away from Weddle when she finally stopped. Eulalie was breathless, hungry, thirsty, and tired. She dragged herself into another port town miles away from Weddle, away from the Wandering Isle. Maybe whatever uncomfortable bed Eulalie crawled into caused the nightmares, but it didn’t seem to matter. She couldn’t escape it. He haunted her hellish dreamscape like a phantom. Not Killian. If only he did. 

Kaz Brekker. 

Even though it was her fault, Eulalie hoped that he could hear her sisters’ screams. Kaz was probably incapable of feeling guilty for what he did, but Eulalie still wanted it to hurt him as much as it did to her. Maybe he did. Eulalie couldn’t shake away the fleeting feeling of relief when she’d seen Kaz during the fire. He would have helped her rescue Pollyanna and killed Dara for her, wouldn’t he?

Was it all a lie?

Kaz had let her run back into her burning home to get Polly, and Eulalie had been the one to kill Dara. Eulalie had heard whisperings that there wasn’t a sin Kaz Brekker wouldn’t commit if the price was right. She supposed the price was her reputation and the sin was false hope that not all humans were vile creatures. Eulalie couldn’t even be angry at him—she had been the one to bring him to Hiraeth, and conning was Kaz’s specialty. Still, she wanted to scream at him and beat him until he was nothing more than a mural of blues, blacks, and purples. 

Instead, Eulalie spent the remainder of the winter and entire spring working in a library where she spent her days shelving books, organizing maps, and lying low. The two ladies she worked with befriended her—now, since Rhiannon died, Eulalie had someone to share her love for poetry with. What’s more, they didn’t seem to care that she was fae. But it all felt too good to be true, so she took on her sister’s name. 

“Just Maeve,” she’d tell people who asked. 

Summer thunderstorms were relentless in Novyi Zem. Eulalie's soaked hair clung to the skin on her face and dripped down her back as she hurried through the port town's harbor. Shriftport was bustling with varieties of people, but if they had one thing in common among their differences, everyone was human. It seemed that Eulalie kept learning the most roughly in the last eight months that no one could be trusted, especially not in a town scattered with Ravkan refugees. Thunder cracked above the rooftops, followed by a bright flash of lightning. Eulalie flinched from the sound, nearly dropping the crate of ruined parchment. She needed to find somewhere dry to put the crate and get out of the storm that chilled her to the bone. Eulalie looked out over the harbor. Swells of seawater were barreling toward two ships just off the shore. Pirates. It was one thing to raid another ship so close to shore; it was another so close to a well-established harbor. Eulalie fidgeted with her gilded anchor necklace she’d stolen from Rhiannon’s jewelry box before she disappeared forever. It was the only thing she had from home. An emblem that was probably cursed or haunted, but then again, Eulalie was already both of those things. At some point, Eulalie must have put down the crate because suddenly, she was empty-handed and heading towards the piers and the angry ocean that dangerously bobbed the docked dinghies and ships. She wasn’t alone. Others amassed on the boardwalk to watch the raid. Free entertainment, but Eulalie was genuinely concerned, and for good reason. Eulalie watched one of the ships tip to one side, and a person either fell into the watery depths or maybe was thrown. She heard some gasps from behind her, and she sprung off the creaking pier, diving head-first into the turbulent sea. Eulalie ducked under the swells, trying not to drink in the briny water. Her eyes and nostrils stung as she finally approached the ships. Eulalie gasped and searched the depths around where she’d sworn someone had fallen. She ducked under the water and found him unconscious under the surface. Eulalie dove down to the man, hooked her arms under his, and kicked for both their lives to the surface. 

It was a struggle to keep both their heads above the uneven surges that crashed into them and tried to pull Eulalie under. She took in mouthfuls of ocean water, burning her throat worse than the Kaelish whiskey at the Mumming Ball. Eulalie adjusted her grip on the man, his tacky clothes weighing them both down as the push of an undercurrent led them away from Shriftport to a rocky shore. She tried to listen for a sign of life. He wasn’t breathing, but his pulse was trying to compensate for the lack of oxygen. Eulalie hoisted herself higher and tilted his head back enough for her to open his airway. She’d learned from Mr. Lynch how to recusitate someone in the water after Saoirse almost drowned the summer after Maeve went missing.

Eulalie was grateful they were nearing the rocky beach—performing mouth-to-mouth was much easier on solid ground. She took a breath and crashed her mouth against the man’s, forcing air into his lungs. Then, she pulled back, catching her breath before repeating the action until they reached shore. Eulalie used all her strength to drag the man onto the beach but only halfway, saving the rest of her energy for reviving this bastard. She knelt beside him and hovered her hands over his chest, chewing the inside of her lip as she thought of how this would work. 

Just imagine the water flowing out of his body, her mother’s voice rang in her head. 

It sounded easier than it was. Carefully, Eulalie felt the water gurgling in the man’s lungs and moved the flow out through his throat. Then, urgently, she rolled the man onto his side so he wouldn’t choke on the fluids she was trying to expel from his lungs. The man sputtered and vomited the seawater onto the sand beside him. Relieved and a little satisfied with her work, Eulalie sat back on her heels, taking in the moment of peace. 

Which, like all things good, was fleeting. 

Something in the water stirred, and Eulalie felt the air chill, sending prickles over her damp skin. She didn’t want to look as if she already knew, but it couldn’t be. Right? Still, Eulalie dared to rake her gaze over to the creature standing in the shallow waves. A gray horse with sunken black eyes covered in dark green kelp stared Eulalie down like it knew what she was. But it seemed more interested in the human boy she had rescued. 

Kelpie.

Rumored to only inhabit lakes and rivers. Eulalie had been told that she was safe from them as they never came near saltwater or other fae, much less higher fae. She knew she could not just stay frozen on the sand like a coward. No, Eulalie could beat the kelpie. She was sure of it. 

Slowly, Eulalie rose to her feet, but the man on the sand stirred awake. He grumbled something in what she presumed was Ravkan. Eulalie’s heart thumped louder now. She dug her wet boot into the handsome man’s chest. 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t feed you to that kelpie, Ravka,” Eulalie said to the man in modern Kaelish, hoping he understood. 

He did and wheezed. “Kelpie?”

The kelpie stamped its hooves into the water, splashing Eulalie and the Ravkan man. It neared them and snorted as if challenging Eulalie to choose an enemy. Whose side are you on?

She looked down at the man—he was a boy, really. He couldn’t have been older than early twenties, and probably not older than Eulalie. She reluctantly took her foot off the boy’s chest and faced the kelpie. 

“Saints, that really is a kelpie,” the boy rasped weakly as he tried to prop himself on his elbows. 

In an instant, the kelpie lunged at Eulalie, and she did the only thing she could think of, which was use the ocean to defend her and the Ravkan boy. Once he realized what was happening, he scrambled further onto the shore. It was at that moment that Eulalie felt like a total idiot, trying to fight off a particularly hungry kelpie by herself. Her spine cracked into a large black rock covered in barnacles. Eulalie’s eyes widened, and her arm came up to cover her face. 

The kelpie’s jaws unhinged, revealing a set of sharp, jagged teeth that sunk into her skin. Crimson beads oozed from the punctures and rolled down her arm. Eulalie tore her arm away, but that only made it worse. Instead of a regular bite mark, there were deep lacerations. 

The kelpie lunged again, grabbing hold of the same arm and dragging Eulalie into the watery deep. Her head plunged under the surface. This was it. The brutal death Eulalie always knew she would have. The kelpie bit into her stomach, then her legs. She couldn’t tell what the kelpie’s strategy was. Maybe it was to make her bleed out. Eulalie thrashed in the water, the salt stinging her already excruciating wounds. The pain was clouding her mind and couldn’t stop her from gulping down more seawater until she passed out from blood loss.

[fyodcrs]

My turn! Fyozai for the ask game 👀

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did:

From the first time I watched Dead Apple, lmao.

"Every city has its rats."

"Meow."

And in that moment, I knew. 😂

my thoughts:

This post is a little outdated now but still pretty well sums up my thoughts about them. I love how they parallel each other, how they're two sides of the same coin. How they're so evenly matched. How they don't complement each other but cancel each other out, essentially - how they constantly find themselves at a stalemate.

I used to think that it was particularly interesting because neither of them are your traditional "hero" and "villain" characters. The way Dazai was the amoral one who didn't believe in justice (not in the sense someone like Kunikida does, anyway) and Fyodor was, actually, the one driven by morals and a sense of justice. Now Fyodor is being written more like a typical villain and Dazai's character has lost some of the complex layers that made him interesting in the first place, so that's kind of out the window, but I still enjoy the way they mirror each other, how they're the same but opposite in so many ways. It's made for a really interesting dynamic. Unfortunately, I don't think the story is going to explore that dynamic much more from here on out, but hey, I can always hope.

What makes me happy about them:

I WILL NEVER BE OVER THEM PLAYING MENTAL CHESS TOGETHER. And the fact they have their own secret language??? And the fact that Fyodor said neither of them has ever been able to have real conversations with other people except each other, because of their intellects?? Bruv.

What makes me sad about them:

The way the writing for both their characters has gone down the toilet in this arc 😞

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Everybody makes Fyodor top. Where is my bottom Fyodor??? I know Dazai accused Fyodor of being a control freak but as if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black sdfggfghj

Tbh, so many of the fics under the fyozai tag are just SKK fics that dump on Fyodor, and it really annoys me. And a lot of the actual fyozai fics either portray Fyodor or Dazai in a way I don't like or don't vibe with or use religious imagery in a way I find...er...uncomfortable, lol. I haven't looked for fyozai fics in ages because of it.

things I look for in fanfic:

Like I said, I haven't looked for fanfics of them in a long time, but I like some good smutty content and some witty banter. I do like a bit of character study when I agree with it, lol.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

Oh man, I have lots of ships for the both of them, haha. For Fyodor, number one is Sigma. Fyosig has such a special place in my heart. 💖💖 But there's also Fukuchi, Nikolai, Yosano...

For Dazai, mainly Atsushi. Dazatsu has such a special place in my heart, too. 💖

My happily ever after for them:

They make a deal to end the battle between them and move in together, becoming the undefeatable team they should be.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Dazai is big spoon, Fyodor is little spoon 🥰

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Chess, obviously. But chess is also inherently sexual for them ASDFGDFG

Thank you, Rosa!! (´꒳`)♡

[fedy4]

📎 WIP #001 — FYOZAI ;; 06/12/24

📎 oh you know, just two senators meeting in a high-society night club / secretly prostitution ring. nothing could go wrong, surely !

📎 tagging list is open for when i post the fic just shoot me a ask / dm uwu.

— not nsfw yet but will lead to that once i finish it, wil be posting more snippets 👍

“What’s this? Mr. Senator, what brings you here, business once again, and of course, private business?” Asks Nikolai, catching Fyodor’s coat with his cane and transferring it, on one of the racks.

“Business, indefinitely,” Fyodor adjusts the collar of his polo with a finger, “Any signs of bad luck dawning upon you yet? The apocalypse?”

Nikolai raises a brow at this, amused at the distaste veiling the Senator’s face very, very obviously. Well, you see the distaste is a constant, Fyodor’s colleagues—impotent, colleagues as he has sweetly described them to Nikolai—did inspire disgust and irritation, even in him however…Fyodor has been excellent at concealing it in the past. And there’s only one type of person he can hate more and better than inferior people. An equal.

“You sound fond of whoever is meeting you today, Sir. Quite expressive about it too, but from that description alone, I’m sure I wouldn’t miss it if I saw them.”

“You’d be glad and fortunate to miss it, Gogol—”

The double-door of the lobby swings open, revealing an equally formal-attired man, around Fyodor’s age, beaming and almost skipping in his walk towards the two men in conversation and, immediately, upon Fyodor’s vicinity slinging his arm around the pale man with a force that pushes him into a mild stumble.

“If it isn’t our country’s most beloved senator with the best intentions for our nation’s welfare, it’s good to see you so cheerful and well in anticipation of my arrival, it warms my heart,” the man inhales deeply, a mimic of sincerity in his tone, “It does, trust me.”

“I’d rather not, thanks,” Fyodor mutters, politely (he tries) prying off Dazai’s arm.

“Now that is a face I haven’t seen, not one of your typical…acquaintances—name sir?” Nikolai bows like a butler, curiosity swimming in his eyes, “I’ve heard words about you from our dear regular, Mr. Dostoyevsky, good words of course.”

Dazai waves a hand at this with a slight exhale, as if shy, and faithful that Fyodor did talk of him highly and kindly and not in a way you’d talk about a colleague you want withering at the bottom of the sea.

“Name? Oh you know—insufferable, incorrigible, mayhaps,” Dazai slithers off his coat and hands it to Nikolai, glancing at Fyodor with a smile, “as the poets say.”

Fyodor is not known for his physical prowess or outward violence. However, there’s an accumulating itch in his knuckles that can only be relieved by scratching it quite forcefully against this person’s jaw.

He manages a decent expression, “And I thought you'd never make it.”

“Thought? I say you envisioned it, daydreamed it even. but I’m glad to have occupied a piece of your mind and time,” Dazai languidly places a hand on his chest, maintaining his sickening smile, “I know you hate them wasted, good thing I was the center of it all, dear Fedya—”

Nikolai claps his hands twice, stepping in between, “That’s quite the warm welcome, I can tell you’re good friends. We are forgetting, though, gentlemen, that this is the lobby and your meeting requires a certain level of privacy than exposure—shall we, to your tables, hm?”

Dazai hums, mildly grinding his sole on the tip of Fyodor’s oxfords on his first step forward and glances back at the man, a very not pleased man, then back at Nikolai, whispering through a grin, “We shall.”

[resident-merbiologist]

[ File 001 ]

[Subject name]: Nikolai ???

[Age]: To be added

[General Information]: He seems healthy, besides a few scratches and scars, self-inflicted or otherwise is unknown. Is able to speak the same language as humans. Has the same diet, habitat, and tail as a [Thresher Shark].

[Behavioral Information]: Aggressive, especially towards humans. Is exceptionally curious about human architecture and buildings. Can be calm at times.

[Hunting Information]: Stuns prey with a whip of his tail before killing and eating it, leaves remains at the bottom of the tank.

[Mating Information]: To be added

[Place of Capture]: Yokohama, Japan

[Place of Birth(?)]: The Black Sea, near Ukraine

( @clown-ofthe-sea do I need to add anything else?)

[ofxiang-archive]

TASK 001: QUESTIONNAIRE.

view the exclusive interview with phoenix's main vocalist, nikolai xiang, below !

when’s your birthday? and what’s a significant memory you have about it?

 “ july 5th. i don't really care a lot about the day anymore, but one of my favourite memories is my tenth birthday, where my mom took the three of us to hong kong disneyland. i loved disney. she saved up for so long for that trip. we watched the parade and i remember thinking it was the coolest thing ever. i don't remember how i lost my ears but i did, and i was so upset about it — like crying upset, until jianyu gave me his. i still have them at my house. ”

what’s a song you have on repeat recently?

 “ right now ? 'omg' by yumi and jinnie. listen to it, by the way, if you haven't yet. ”

who is your role model?

 “ my older brother, jianyu. it'll always be him. ”

do you believe in ghosts? if so, do you have any paranormal experiences?

 “ i don't know. i do like watching ghost adventures, though. ”

what was your first kiss like? when was it?

 “ oh, man. i was like fifteen. you know, teenage romance, whatever. i never saw him again after we left for seoul. ”

what is something you get told all the time?

 “ a lot of the time it's that i'm late for something, or that i slept in and we need to hurry. i get told to get more sleep, but it's not that easy. mostly, to take care of myself, especially from flames. ”

do you have any regrets?

 “ oof, yeah. too many. is there anyone who doesn't have any regrets ? ”

how would you describe how you feel right now?

 “ honest answer ? like i can't breathe. like, suffocating, almost, and it takes so much effort just to get a breath into my lungs. you know those nightmares where you're lost, running from a certain thing or some unknown thing that you just know is bad, and each door you try to open is locked ? or the doors that do open are just loops of the same hallway with the walls closing in, no escape ? i feel that. i'm tired. ”

what is something you do and don’t like about yourself?

 “ next please. ”

do you have any fears?

 “ heights, spiders and the dark. ”

when was the last time you talked to your family?

 “ i talked to my brother, i think... like, five hours ago ? we talk a lot, and we're on the same tour, so obviously we see each other a lot too. it's like, ugh, this guy again, are you serious ? ”

what city are you most looking forward to on the tour?

 “ hong kong, definitely. but busan is also up there, and i always love visiting singapore and manila. ”

do you have any allergies?

 “ fish and pollen. spring is a nightmare for me. ”

what are some habits or mannerisms that you have? good or bad.

 “ anyone who knows me knows this one is coming — being late. losing things. leaving without putting my contacts in. squinting because i can't see anything. there's definitely more, but i can't think of them. ”

what are your hobbies?

 “ sleeping. my number one hobby. ”

how was your school life as a kid like?

 “ i don't remember a lot of it, haha. probably normal, for the most part ? i stopped... i guess it would be caring ? in seventh grade, though. i dropped out when i was fourteen to take care of my brother. ”

do you have any pet peeves?

 “ when someone makes me do aegyo. being woken up from naps. when people talk over others. just rudeness in general i really don't like. ”

do you consider what you’re doing right now your dream job? if not, what is it instead?

 “ i think i do. i don't know what else i'd be doing with my life. i honestly was sort of just floating before. ”

what motivates you?

 “ family — my mom, my brothers, my group. flames. i wouldn't be here without any of them. ”

what’s something you can’t live without?

 “ family again. ”

do you have a celebrity crush?

 “ i have a huge crush on nam joohyuk. ”

what is your go to karaoke song?

 “ can you feel the love tonight, or into the unknown. ”

what type of drunk are you?

 “ what type of drunk am i ? i like fun. happy ? talkative ? i don't know. the type that doesn't wanna think about shit and just have fun. ”

do you collect anything?

 “ probably just anything the lion king. flames gift me a lot of lion king stuff, the phone case i'm using right now actually is a really cute baby simba one that somebody gave me in buffalo. ”

when you’re sad, what do you do to cheer yourself up?

 “ it depends. sometimes i just sleep, sometimes i drink, other times i just don't do anything. it's something that's just there, most of the time, i've learned to live with it. ”