#nikolai gogol i love you let's save each other

[disqualifiedashuman]

thinking about nikolai gogol (anime twinkified version) and pale-knuckling the bathroom sink

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

While I am in a process of writing next part of "If you were not alone", a small bonus.

Back in this post, I showed two of my BSD OCs. Some people wanted to knew more about this two, so, here I will put some information about them. Feel free to ask questions about them in the comments, or ignore this post.

Warning: Some heavy topics (slavery, child abuse)

Pecrew

Bertha

Ability: Doesn't have one.

Age: 17

Birthday: 20th of May

Height: 175 cm / 5' 9"

Weight: 61 kg / 134 lb

Blood type: AB

Love: Jericho

Like: Fyodor Dostoevsky, rats, Karma, Sigma

Dislike: dolphins

Hate: Her biological family and village she grew in

Youngest member of Rats in the house of the dead.

She was born in a village that was run by an ability-centric cult. They proclaimed, that ability users were above non-ability users.

So, of course, her parents, cultists, two ability users, wanted to have a child with an ability. When Bertha was born, they were sure, that she would have an ability.

Each year, the Celebration of True Powers were held, during which Cult Leader, Yevgeny Zamyatin (another of my OCs) used his ability to reveal, if newborn kids of cultists have abilities.

During one of them, it was revealed, that Bertha didn't have an ability.

For ten years her parents did everything, to destroy her self-worth. For years Bertha was sure, that "parasite without ability" was a mistake and should be grateful, that she is allowed to live. That the only reason she was allowed to stay was because her parents need someone to look after them, when they became old.

When Bertha was ten, her sister was born. And her sister had an ability.

Her parents didn't need her anymore.

So, they do what other cultist were doing, when someone in their families didn't have an ability.

Bertha's parents sold Bertha to one of Zamyatin's accomplices, so she would be forced to work in the mines.

Six months passed.

After an incident with guards in the mines, Bertha was punished by being locked in a cage. She wasn't allowed to have food or water.

After three days, she was 'saved'.

Fyodor Dostoevsky tried to get some valuable information from mines' owner. They arranged a meeting, but, the owner, gets too arrogant and tried to capture Fyodor, to have another slave (and ability user) to work in the mines. Fyodor killed the owner and, to make sure, that there were no witnesses, killed guards and slaves.

But he couldn't kill Bertha, who, at that point, was dying from dehydration and starvation. She reminds Fyodor of someone from his past. For the first time in years, Fyodor acted on his emotions, saved Bertha and took her with him.

After emotions died down, Fyodor was faced with reality. Now he has a ten-year-old girl in his lair and have no idea what to do with her.

She still reminds her of someone, so he can't kill her. He is not that heartless to throw her on streets. But, he also not suitable to be a father. But, Bertha wasn't looking the best, years of abuse and last six months didn't make her look healthy.

After some thinking, Fyodor decided to let Bertha stay until she gained some weight and became a little bit healthier. Until then, Fyodor will search for an orphanage or a family that could take her in.

So, Bertha start living with Fyodor.

Slowly, they opened up to each other. Bertha was treated as a human being for the first time in her life, and Fyodor enjoyed her company.

At the end, Fyodor decided to let Bertha stay with him forever. Bertha, who, thanks to Fyodor's views on abilities, stopped thinking about herself as a lesser being, asked Fyodor to teach her to be more like him.

Bertha start seeing Fyodor as her father figure.

Bertha wants to be strong, to prove anyone, that she isn't weak and can be strong if not stronger, then ability users.

Relationship:

Fyodor Dostoevsky - Bertha saw him as father figure. Fyodor also feels protective over Bertha.

Nikolai Gogol - A little bit complicated. Nikolai treats Bertha nicely, even calls her "his honorary niece", but he is too loud for her liking. Still, they are on a good/neutral terms.

Ivan Goncharov - his obsession with Fyodor and her freaks Bertha out. She tries to avoid him.

Alexander Pushkin - during their first meeting, he made a huge mistake, when tried to laugh at her not having an ability. Unfortunately for him, Bertha was living with Fyodor for a few years already. And she has been training. She almost hung Pushkin up, and only Fyodor's interference saved his life. Now Pushkin is horrified of Bertha.

Karma - Bertha managed to talk Fyodor down from killing Karma. Now Karma is Bertha's underling. She treats him nice and saw him as her friend. They are on friendly terms.

Sigma - her favorite member of Decay of Angels (after Fyodor, of course), Bertha wants to be friends with Sigma. She is quite familiar with the feeling of being an outcast and stranger in the own home.

Jericho - this two met on Yokohama streets one day. They start meeting more often and became friends. Slowly, they fell in love. They understand each other, because they are quite similar (both have terrible past, both are 'adopted' by geniuses with gray morals and, both have trust issues).

Jericho

Abilitiy: "Raven came to Raven" let him transform into a raven-like monster.

Age: 17

Birthday: 10th of January

Weight: 72 kg / 158 lb

Height: 183 cm / 6' 0"

Blood type: AB

Love: Bertha

Like: Dazai Osamu, Oda Sakunosuke, cats, fat tail gerbils.

Dislike: Horses

Hate: His father and Parental grandmother, collars

Young Armed Detective Agency member. Result of arranged marriage and forced pregnancy.

After his mother, who had enough of Jericho's father constant cheating and of being forsed to had a child, committed suicide, his father and parental grandmother sold Jericho to the slavers, trying to get rid of him.

Three years passed.

One day, Jericho got almost killed by other slaves. That moment his ability activated.

In a rage, he killed all other slaves. He was captured, before he can kill someone from slavers.

Jericho was put in "last week" cage. If he won't be bought in a week, he would face fate worse, then death.

Jericho was bought by Port Mafia boss. Ougai Mori bought a twelve-year-old boy as a present for an eighteen-year-old Dazai Osamu.

Initially, Dazai was neglectful. He was harsh during trainings, and Jericho was too afraid of using his ability again.

After a week of Jericho being in Dazai's possession, Oda learned about it and interfered.

With his help (after he spent few hours shouting at Dazai for owning a slave and neglecting a child), Jericho's and Dazai's relationship became more or less normal.

Jericho start doing something during his trainings. He wasn't using his ability, still afraid.

Dazai, who warmed up towards Jericho for a bit, became nervous, knowing, that Mori could organize Jericho's death, if he won't start using his ability to benefit Port Mafia.

But one day, Jericho used his ability again.

It happened three months after Jericho was given to Dazai. At that point, it was clear, that Dazai treated Jericho better, than Akutagawa. So Akutagawa decided to prove, that he is better than some slave.

Jericho protected himself.

If it wasn't for Dazai's "No Longer Human", Akutagawa and Jericho would kill each other.

Jericho was left with a shoulder pierced by Rashomon (still sore during cold weather), and Akutagawa's arm was broken by Jericho's talons (Akutagawa still had scars, after all these years).

After Oda's death, Dazai left the mafia and took Jericho with him. During two years of hiding, Dazai and Jericho learned more about each other, slowly learning to care about each other. Dazai helped Jericho get a hold on his ability and took care of him when he became seriously sick. Right before Dazai joined the ADA, he gave Jericho a choice. Jericho could either be taken in by Ango and Special Division, or continue living with Dazai and join ADA. Jericho chooses to stay with Dazai.

Relationship:

Dazai Osamu - it is a miracle, but Jericho does view Dazai as a father figure. Jericho actually believes, that Dazai isn't a bad person, despite knowing what Dazai can do. Dazai does care about Jericho and his feelings. During their hiding, Dazai gave Jericho a pair of earrings, to mask piercings, that slavers made for a price tag.

Oda Sakunosuke - Jericho misses him. Sometimes, he is dreaming about having Oda as his father.

Kunikida Doppo - Jericho is not the biggest fan of Kunikida. He doesn't like, how Kunikida treats Dazai. Jericho, thanks to his past, doesn't like idealists. He knew, how terrible some people can be.

Bertha - loves her dearly.

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Some facts:

Dazai and Fyodor are surprisingly capable fathers. Or, at least, they knew, how to treat Bertha and Jericho and be good parents for them.

Apartment, where Dazai and Jericho were hiding were small and only had one room, small kitchen and small bathroom. And first thing Dazai do when he and Jericho escaped Port Mafia was finding a folding screen, so Jericho had some sort of own room and privacy.

Jericho keep his hair long, because slavers constantly shorn it. For Jericho his hair is a symbol of him being in control.

During her first year living with Fyodor, Bertha tried to keep two rats she found on the street without asking him first. She immediately got caught by him. Bertha almost managed to make Fyodor let her keep them, but she made a mistake by revealing, that they are wild. Fyodor immediately made her return rats to the street.

During Dazai's shroom trip in the Entrance Exam arc, he put Jericho in a blanket burrito, so 'he would become a butterfly'. Jericho wasn't against staying in a soft blanket burrito.

When, during the Entrance Exam arc, Fukuzawa and Kunikida were thinking, if Dazai can be trusted, they thought, that Jericho is either also a criminal, or was kidnapped by Dazai.

When Bertha wanted to learn, how to apply makeup, Fyodor let her practice on him.

Bertha can't handle pure black coffee. She got some interesting side effect. After she drank black coffee, she has a burst of energy and start running in circles. Then she became clingy and would hug nearest familiar person (a.k.a. Fyodor). When it happened first time, Fyodor had to work with Bertha on his back for three hours.

Fyodor and Dazai are planning to visit biological relatives of their kids. Just to talk...

[peterlorres21stcentury]

The Overcoat (1959)

I adore the works of Nikolai Gogol. I can only trust the many English translations since I don't know any Russian, but even in translation his stories are filled with bright wit, satire, and sometimes supernatural spookiness that delighted me since I was young. I have often thought that Peter Lorre would be very much at home playing the marvelous characters to be found in Gogol's pages, and indeed, I'm sure he eagerly read many of these stories. Sadly, Peter never did play one famous character in particular, but that honor went to a different comic actor with a similarly expressive, sad little face:

awwww

This is Rolan Bykov. I know him only from this film, but he had a long and successful career as an actor, director, and screenwriter, so just as with any new interest I'm going to be searching his other films obsessively for the next week or so. But let's pretend this was his only film, and he did nothing else--even this alone would be a triumph.

Bykov plays Akakiy Akakiyevich, the unassuming and comically boring little government clerk whose greatest joy is found in copying documents. From Gogol's short story:

"It is not enough to say that Akaky laboured with zeal; no, he laboured with love. In his copying, he found a varied and agreeable employment. Enjoyment was written on his face; some letters were even favourites with him; and when he encountered these, he smiled, winked, and worked with his lips, till it seemed as though each letter might be read in his face, as his pen traced it. If his pay had been in proportion to his zeal, he would, perhaps, to his great surprise, have been made even a councillor of state. But he worked, as his companions, the wits, put it, like a horse in a mill. ... Having written to his heart’s content, he lay down to sleep, smiling at the thought of the coming day—of what God might send him to copy on the morrow."

I love this dear, simple little man, and I like to think of him as the patron saint of all low-level civil servants everywhere. This includes me, a lowly writer whose day job consists of an awful lot of copying, now that I think about it. Evidently not much has changed since 1842 apart from the keyboard shortcuts Ctrl + c and Ctrl + v, a function that might have made Akakiy's job easier, though perhaps not as fulfilling.

In any case, as the story goes, Akakiy finds himself in desperate need of a new coat, and spends months saving up every kopek until the day he can finally afford to pay the tailor. At last, after much suffering, he receives his new coat with excitement and reverence--never mind it was made for him slightly on the cheap, trimmed with cat fur instead of marten--it's good and warm and the most precious thing in the world to him. With his brand new coat he even gains a tiny amount of respect at work, and is invited to parties. Life is good!

But alas, disaster! His coat is stolen by two ruffians in the street. No government official seems willing to listen to Akakiy's pleas to recover it, either, seemingly more intent on lording their (marginal) status over him. The whole incident is so distressing that poor Akakiy falls ill and dies soon after. However, his story doesn't end there. It would seem that his ghost has been sighted about St. Petersburg, tearing the coats off the very government officials who refused to assist him while he was alive...

eeeheheheeeeee

It's one of Gogol's best and most widely-read stories, and I think Bykov was practically made for this role. Or he truly made it his own. All I know is that the first time I saw this film, and I got to the scene when he looks up in tears as his fellows make sport of him--

"why do you insult me?"

Well, I cried, too. :'( yes, I also cried the second time I watched it, because I am and always have been too sensitive

If you are more familiar with Bykov's filmography than I am, I'm always open to suggestions! From what little I have read about him, he seemed like a sweetheart and an intelligent man. This, from his Wikipedia page, made me smile:

In later years Bykov expressed a lot of concern regarding the movie industry and newer times in general. In his interview to Vladislav Listyev he stated that modern cinema was solely built around money, or the golden calf as he called it, with no place for art. ... In his interviews to Leonid Filatov he characterized modern times as "corrupted," "a collapse of culture and morals," and modern cinema as "a cigarette butt's art." In his diaries he continued those themes, predicting a Third World War, an environmental disaster and a general "schizophreniation" of the world population. The only exit he saw was a cultural and spiritual renaissance.

Welp, he was not entirely wrong!! Now if you'll excuse me, I must save "a cigarette butt's art" in my list of superb insults.

[allisonlol]

Hi how are you? First I wanna tell you that your writing is amazing and I really enjoy reading you work. Keep up with it💕

So... can request headcanons (or drabble, whatever you prefer) where the reader asks Nikolai gogol (they're dating) to cut her hair? I think his reaction would be funny cause he seems to care deeply about his hair...

Tysm and also, no pressure!💕💕

a/n: i'm doin pretty good, thank you sm :D this is such a cute req i added some others as well if that's alr <3 it's fitting since yesterday i literally chopped off all my hair lmao, i feel like nanno now hehe

warnings: implied fem reader, no specific hair type or length mentioned

(Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya) When Their S/O Asks Them to Cut Her Hair

Nikolai

i can't decide if this is a good decision or a disastrous one

granted he does have pretty hair and seems to take good care of it himself but...

i just think that nikolai + a pair of scissors + your hair = a possible disaster

but you were willing to give it a try, apparently

when you told nikolai that you wanted him to cut your hair, his face lit up immediately

throws you into a chair and pulls all the stuff he needs out of his overcoat??

you're starting to have second thoughts that this MIGHT not be the best idea when he literally grabs a chunk of your hair and just...cuts it off

too late to stop now huh 0-0

mf also doesn't let you look in a mirror until the very end?? so ur anxiety was skyrocketing while he does who knows what to your hair

teases you at the end and won't flip the mirror around for you to see so you YANK it out of his hands

but?? you're shocked to see it actually looks?? really good??

bro even styled it for you like damn! nikolai why are you busy being a terrorist when you could be a hairstylist instead!

& depending on the length you wanted it he may have given you a little matching braid like his <3

Dazai

um so we all know how i feel about him

and i'm sorry but there's no way this is turning out the way you wanted it. like why would you even let this man bring scissors near your hair

you'd wanted to change your hair pretty drastically and figured hell, why not ask your bf so you can save money instead of going to a stylist

and sure it's a great idea on the surface, but this is dazai we're talking about

ofc he's all excited about it. won't shut up about how he's going to make you look "better than ever before" ??

dazai's like "i do my own hair so, as you can see, you can trust me" mf all i see is ur goofy ass uneven haircut but ok

another one who won't let you look into the mirror until he's finished

does it in like 10 minutes too?? and that's when you KNOW something's gonna be very wrong

spins your chair around to face the mirror and you're fr flabbergasted. like >:0

pls you jump up from the chair and are ready to start throwing punches ngl!!

let's just say you lost more money afterwards trying to get it fixed than if you'd went to the hairdresser in the first place

Chuuya

aah. my beloved <3

so. you either hate or you love chuuya's hairstyle and i'm one of the mfs that loves it (it is very gorgeous to me??)

n i already know y'all are gonna be like "how ru gonna say dazai's hair is bad but like chuuya's" it's an acquired taste alright

some may call it BAD taste but i think this man knows what he's doing when it comes to hairstyling. not as good as nikolai, but you can trust him whenever you wanna change things up

i feel like he's definitely nervous about it tho :') like he's just so worried he'll mess it up & you'll be mad lmao

hit him with the "so you can't do it? alr i'll ask someone else" and BAM he's shoving you down in a chair & asking what you want done with ur hair

works every time

is overly cautious. sits you right in front of a mirror and fr asks "is this ok" before cutting each section?? ur just like "yes sweetie, for the third time that's fine" :')

chuuya just wants you to be happy okay

the end result is no surprise since he basically walked you thru the whole thing but, i'll have you know it looked great <3

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[fyodorsgirlfriend]

Why Fyolai, whether romantic or not, are better together:

From Nikolai’s introduction into BSD you can already see that there’s a sense of familiarity between the two- Nikolai calls Fyodor Dos-Kun (and from what we can see Fyodor allows it) and also you can tell that Nikolai looks up to Fyodor. He starts off by casually mentioning it when talking to Atsushi, because while explaining why he kills/why he’s in a terrorist group- Atsushi claims he doesn’t understand and Nikolai, almost in a scary calm way states that “In the end only Dos-Kun understands.” Almost showcasing a rare moment of sincerity from Nikolai.

After this rare moment of sincerity, we don’t see Nikolai mention “Dos-kun” again until he meets with Sigma. When meeting with Sigma, he goes on a tangent about how Fyodor is the only person in his life to ever understand him and how Fyodor is the only one to understand his need for Freedom. Nikolai had (supposedly) spent his entire life not being understood by anybody and torturing himself for it. Fyodor gave him validation, empathy ,and also made Nikolai feel empathy towards Fyodor. In this speech Nikolai also admits the only reason he didn’t die was because he thought of Fyodor and the empathy Fyodor gave him and the empathy he felt towards Fyodor (even though initially Nikolai saw freedom in death was “okay” with dying.) With that being said, Nikolai realizes he can never be free, even in death, because Fyodor’s empathy/compassion/ and understanding towards him and Nikolai’s personal feelings of empathy/attachment towards Fyodor. In this moment, he realizes that killing Fyodor is essentially killing that human connection/part of himself which would make him free. Nikolai/Fyodor are two halves of the same person so Nikolai killing Fyodor is freeing himself of the reminder that he is human and can have connection with others.

I think the reason Fyodor let Nikolai die as well was because Nikolai triggered empathy in Fyodor, as seen by his clear eyes which go dark when he’s manipulating someone,and having those feelings towards someone gets in the way of his plan. Basically, Fyodor and Nikolai are more alike than they think. Nikolai represents the half of the character that wants to be free from life/connection, fyodor represents the half that wants to rid the world of his own sin/turmoil/etc, and sigma represents the middle ground connecting the two halves once again bringing empathy between them all. Nikolai is not only based off of half of the character in Dostoyevsky’s books but also off of IRL Nikolai. IRL Nikolai had fallen in love with a priest, which is taboo, causing him to feel trapped by his feelings/shame similar to feeling trapped by Fyodor (parallels.) Nikolai was also a closeted gay in real life and due to religious trauma and environment could only express it through the themes in his writing. Similarly, Fyodor Dostoyevsky was critiqued for gay themes in his book. Kind of another connection they seem to have together which could be paralleled into the series because like I said- Nikolai/fyodor are more similar than they think. Also,Fyodor IRL looked up to Nikolai Gogol, he even goes as far to mention him in a couple of his books- Crime and Punishment being one of them. In Crime and Punishment there is character who sticks up for the MC who was modeled after Gogol. Nikolai and Fyodor are two halves of the same coin- I think due to their connection in real life Asagiri modeled Nikolai partially after the MC of Dostoyevsky’s books. There is so many signs that Fyodor/Nikolai are a stronger duo than many people realize at first- in fact they will most likely be each other’s saving graces. I believe, due to Sigma, that they will end up realizing their connection to together and like in the book Crime and Punishment- those two halves of the same person will come together giving Fyodor and Nikolai their pseudo redemption arc and ultimately saving each other’s lives and causing them to change their entire viewpoints. Interestingly enough I think Sigma represents the clash of two halves and the bringing together of Nikolai/fyodor, even his hair is split into their colors (purple and white.) And interestingly enough the MC of Crime and Punishment’s name is also in English- Split (and like mentioned earlier Nikolai/fyodor are two halves of the same character bound to come together triggering their redemption arc) In the end both Fyodor and Nikolai are lost- but their empathy towards each other can save their lives/alter their views. Ill write about Fyodor’s redemption arc (which includes Nikolai) next time, but just know the entire theme of Crime and Punishment was redemption and the main character was ultimately saved/had his views change due to human connection.

[side-writes-fanfics]

A little bit of fun || One-shot

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x fem!reader

Word count: ���1400

Genre: fluff

Tw: cock blocking | risqué-ish | dom-sub relationship but not in an nsfw way

Summary: Fyo is a little bit needy, but (Y/N) was busy. So, he did the only reasonable thing to do and show her why not to ignore him, even if it's unintentionally.

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A cold winter night was upon Yokohama and it's surrounding area. The hideout of The Decay of Angels was surrounded by snow that glistened in the moonlight. While the outside was freezing, inside the hideout was a warm temperature that kept the members warm. Most of them were asleep, needing rest to keep their energy up for the day coming up. A dimly lit room in the house stood out, being occupied by two people, trying to rest their minds and relax while they had the chance. They sat on the opposite sides of the room, doing their own thing. (Y/N) sat by a table, doodling and planning stuff for the week she would need to do before they had to move to another location while music was coming from her headphones. The music wasn't loud, but it was just enough to drown out the sounds of the world.

On the other side, Fyodor sat in an armchair with a book in his hand. It wasn't his favourite as he had to make do with the books they had here, not bringing any of his own for obvious reasons. He was comfortable in the armchair he was sitting in, finding the sweet spot we all wish to find, but the book he was reading just wasn't able to keep his attention. A disappointed sigh escaped from his lips as he putting the book down onto the coffee table before him. Fyodor rested his head onto his arm, gazing towards (Y/N)'s direction with a slight smile.

"Dear~" he cooed for his lover in a soft and loving tone, expecting her to turn towards him so he could see her beautiful face and stare at her lovely features once more. Yet, the (H/C) haired girl kept her back towards him, continuing to do whatever she was doing at that moment. "Looove~" he cooed once more, slightly louder, hoping she would be able to hear him this time. Still, the girl was focused on her work. The black-haired man was getting slightly annoyed, becoming needy for this girls attention. He stood up and walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist as best as he could and rested his head on the crook of (Y/N)'s neck. "Love~" Once again, the girl was too focused on her doodles and work, seemingly ignoring Fyodor. In reality, it was not on purpose, (Y/N) was just really focused on what she was doing and forgot the world around her existed. Fyodor, however, has lost all the patience he had at that moment. He took the headphones she had on her head off of her and turned the chair she was sitting in around so she would look at him.

She gave him a confused, standing up from the chair, before whisper-yelling: "What was that for!?" The man went to grab her hand, not wanting to give her a response, but (Y/N) pulled her hand away from him in a joking fashion. "Nuh-uh." she chuckled, taking a step away from him. Fyodor went into the grab her other hand but she quickly pulled that one away too. He continued to try and hold her hand, but (Y/N) just kept dodging his attempts to hold onto her. This small little exchange turning into a (Y/N) running around the room away from Fyodor while he was trying to get a grip on her. The girl was giggling like crazy while Fyodor kept calm, letting a small smile escape when he heard her giggles. This went on for about 5 minutes or so, the two of them running around the room in an adult version of tag(cause we all know that holding hands is something only adults do). Slowly, Fyodor was getting tired of chasing her around, both physically and mentally, so as soon as he managed to get some sort of grip on her hand, he forgot how to be gentle.

When (Y/N) felt a hand around her wrist, it wasn't long after before she was pinned to the wall, held there by her wrists. The man rested his forehead on his lovers, both catching a breath in this quiet moment. Their eyes were locked onto one another's and slowly, their breathing became synced as well.

"Honey?" Fyodor said through his breaths. The grip he had on (Y/N) loosened slightly, but she couldn't move away from him. Her whole body was completely stunned by his actions that she couldn't even make a noise. He lifted both her hands up, grasping them with one hand. "Honey, don't ignore me." the free hand he had cupped her cheek while a smirk formed on his lips. It was cocky, with a slight hint of evil in it that (Y/N) couldn't help but love.

Before the girl knew, his lips were being pressed onto hers and she melted in to it right away. His kiss was dominant, taking the lead over everything to control as much as he could. The grip he had on (Y/N)'s wrists losened, letting her move her hands to wrap around his neck. She jumped up onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist which surprised him but he managed to catch her so she didn't fall. Fyodor pressed their bodies close to each other, using the wall the girl was slammed into only moments before. The kiss started getting more and more passionate by the second. They were in perfect sync, knowing each other's next movement like no one else. Fyodor bites (Y/N)'s bottom lip, teasing her as much as he could. He loved seeing her this way. An absolute sub that loves his dominant nature to her core.

"Hey Dos-kun! When do you think this thiiing-" both of their heads snap to the door, seeing who interrupted this... moment they were having. Of course, Gogol, the amazing cock block clown who doesn't know how to knock on the door. "Uh... I guess I'm not supposed to be here, huh?" he managed to spit out, fearing Fyodor will kill him for interrupting them. Sweat began to form on his forehead as deadly silance filled the room. Quickly, when (Y/N) realised the tone of the room she let out a sigh and placed herself on the floor once more. She parted from Fyodor, turning her attention fully to Gogol.

"Nikolai, dear, how important is this question?" she questioned the man calmly, feeling Fyodor's glare towards Gogol turn even more sour than it was before once he head the word 'dear'. (Y/N) called both Gogol and Sigma that, seeing them more as children or younger brothers she cares deeply about compared to what she felt towards Fyodor. He knew this, but jealousy's a bitch and boy can he not control it. Gogol shook his head 'no' to (Y/N)'s question, fearing his boss even more. "Can you save it for tomorrow then? I'm sure you'll remember still. Go get some rest now, don't leave Sigma alone either, you know how he can get." the (H/C) haired girl leaned on the door slightly, flashing a smile to him as he nodded to her.

"Thank you for saving my life, (Y/N)." he whispered to her quietly before he turned away from the door. "Good night (Y/N). Night Dos-kun. See you tomorrow hopefully..." As Gogol walked away from the room the two resided in, (Y/N) closed the door, letting out a sigh once it was fully closed.

Fyodor walked to (Y/N), wrapping his hands around her waist once more. "Mine." he quietly said to himself, knowing full well she could hear him. A smile snuck onto (Y/N)'s face from his actions, but her body was drained of any energy.

"Honey... Can we just sleep please?" (Y/N) begged, knowing full well she couldn't take any more action at this point in time. She didn't even wait for a response, her body started waddling towards the bed. With the way Fyodor held her, he had no other choice than to waddle behind her and lay in bed with her. While (Y/N) just fell asleep instantly, Fyo took this time to cuddle in to her back, craving more attention but not wanting a grumpy gremlin with the fury of a thousand suns. He slowly drifted off to sleep as well, not moving a muscle for the entire night.

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indulge me my love.... 23 + 44, Nikolai and Topaz!!

THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. I’M SO SORRY BB. But I hope u like it, it’s stupid and fluffy and badly written with a lame title. 

(for clarification - Topaz is hc as 18 and Nikolai at 22) [ this is for: troupe mash-up! send me two troupes and a ship, and i’ll write a small fic based on it. ] 

flowers have meaning

word count: 1509 pairing: nikolai gogol x topaz mashup: performer au / flowers of romance 

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Nikolai’s magic show was hit in Tokyo. It wasalso the only magic show in Tokyo, but Nikolai didn’t seem to care aboutthat- or maybe he didn’t know. Topaz wasn’t sure, but he didn’t question afterit either, not wanting to dash Nikolai’s spirits. He just continued to show hissupport for his eccentric boyfriend by attending said shows. Today, he decidedto bring flowers mainly based upon Nikolai’s early babbling. This show, apparently,was the one Nikolai had been looking forward to since the show’s opening. Thebiggest one yet, he had called it. Topaz, a little disbelieving, was going tomake sure Nikolai didn’t do something stupid.

A regular at Nikolai’s shows, Topaz walked towardsthe rear of the large building, the twilight at his back. Inside, he could hearthe loud crackling thunder of Nikolai’s chosen music: some rock band that Topazthought Chuuya-san would enjoy more than he. Still, he couldn’t help but tapthe beat against his thigh as he pushed open the metal door. It squeaked inweak protest as the redhead peeked into the auditorium. Empty, save for a whiteclad Fyodor Dostoyevsky sitting, heels gently swaying, on the edge of thestage. “Can you hold these, anemia man?” Topaz flashed his most innocent of smiles tolevel Dostoyevsky’s stare, the lavender gaze that flickered from Topaz to hisflowers then back. A hand reached out without a word to relieve Topaz of them.Shouting a ‘thank you’ over his shoulder, Topaz clambered onto the stage andhurried towards the back. He took the stairs carefully, but quickly, headingtowards Nikolai’s dressing room.

It was slightly ajar, letting out a thin ray ofgolden light and from inside a soft peel of laughter could be heard. WasNikolai talking to himself again? Huffing, Topaz hopped over the final twostairs and went to the door. Wiping the water residue off his hands and ontohis jeans, he tapped lightly on the door. Before he could even complete thesecond knock, the door swung open to reveal Nikolai Gogol in all his glory.

His hair was down, a rare sight that left it insoft waves across his shoulders and down his back and his eyes sparkled a dullgolden- reminding Topaz briefly of the fading sunset. Currently, he was dressedplainly, a white button up … That wasn’t quite buttoned correctly. The firstbutton was slumped in its lonesome while the second button took up its hole.Topaz was only given time to see at its disarray before the seconds were up andNikolai swept him up with a laugh- ignoring Topaz’s yelp.

The spin made Topaz dizzy and he fell againstNikolai’s chest when his feet were returned to the ground. “You’ll give me aheart attack,” he accused, and he felt Nikolai’s grin against his hair. “Sorry!” singsonged Topaz’s clown. “Jerk, no you’re not.”

Nikolai giggled, his breath stirring Topaz’smessy red hair. The sound just proved that he very much was not sorry, but hisnext action made up for it. Leaning back, he ducked his head and pressed a kissagainst Topaz’s lips. A surprise ‘mpf’ exited the redhead’s mouth, despite having been kissed by hiswayward magician before. It always took him by surprise, this affection betweenthem. But he easily relaxed into it, wrapping his arms around Nikolai’s shouldersso he could play with his hair, winding the sun kissed locks between hisfingers. Nikolai’s own arms tightened around his waist, one hand pressing intothe small of Topaz’s back and the other sliding upwards to cup the back of hisneck.

They parted after a moment, breathless with thewarmth of their pants heavy on each other’s mouths. Topaz’s eyelids flutteredopen to peer up at his boyfriend, catching the glittery joy in his golden eyes.The joy that made Topaz’s stomach do flips, made it impossible for him not tosmile back. With that smile still stuck on his face, maybe permanently so,Topaz dragged Nikolai back into the room to help him braid his hair. He wasgetting quicker at that, Topaz was. It was often that he found himself brushingout and braiding Nikolai’s hair, mainly when the blonde was much too lazy orsaddened to do it himself. It had become a bit of a bonding experience forthem. Nikolai would talk about the thoughts in his head and Topaz would listen,offering comfort where he could. And afterwards, they’d fall asleep in thewarmth of each other.

This was different, but no less comfortable.

“Alright, sit down,” said Topaz, shooing Nikolaiback into the room and to the chair. Nikolai went without question, ploppingdown into it and letting out a soft hum when Topaz ran his fingers through hisblonde hair. “Are you excited?” asked Topaz softly as he started on the braid.

His jester hummed again, just about bouncing inhis seat. “It’s going to be a big show tonight, Topaaaz!” he trilled, and Topazput his hands on his shoulders to try and contain the bouncing.

“You said that already, what’s so big abouttonight?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets!”

Topaz huffed, silently working on the braid.

They parted with another hurried kiss abouttwenty minutes before the start of the performance, causing Topaz to hurry outto his seat. He stopped by Dostoyevsky and grabbed the flowers, holding themclose to them as he sat. The show opened with Nikolai’s usual bravado, trickafter trick that left the audience in breathless ‘ooo’s. It made Topaz smile,to hear their responses, the soft rippling gasps as Nikolai made somethingdisappear and reappear. Topaz isn’t watching the show as much as he’s watchingNikolai, with that large grin on his face and the lights glinting off the deepred of his cloak. It wasn’t until the finale that Topaz felt real fear.

“And now!” declared the clown, eyes wild andbraid fluttering with his erratic movements. “I will be sawing myselfcompletely in half!”

Topaz’s heart leaped into his throat. He hatedwhen Nikolai did this, afraid that one night he actually would. Hazel eyesfluttered over to the side of the stage where he could see Dostoyevsky loungingin his seat- was he playing a game on his phone? The manager didn’t seemconcerned, but Topaz couldn’t help but be worried and his fingers tightenedaround the bouquet of flowers in his hands. Pressing his face forward and intothem, he breathed in their comforting scent.

Loading himself into the box with an excitementthat haunted Topaz, Nikolai tugged the cover of the box up. Closing his eyes,Topaz tried to get that manic laughter out of his head as the sound of the sawroared to life. He opened his eyes in time to see a soft spray that was muchtoo realistic looking. It brought tears to his eyes and he clamped his teethdown onto his bottom lip, hands tightening around the flowers.

As soon as the curtain closed, after Nikolai’sawkward bow from inside the upper half of the box, Topaz lurched out of hisseat. He murmured hurriedly apologizes to stunned audience members as he soughtout Fyodor. As soon as he saw him, he broke into a jog.

“Is he… okay?” asked Topaz softly as heapproached Dostoyevsky. The Russian’s head tilted up, bored violet eyesscorching holes into the younger boy. Uncomfortable, he shifted at the stare.“I mean, he didn’t hurt himself, did he?”

“No injuries today,” he replied with anonchalant expression, continuing to chew at his thumb nail. “He’s in his room,you can go back.” His eyes flickered, brightened a moment as if mocking Topaz.Or maybe teasing him.

The redhead hurried on past, clinging tighter tohis gift. He took the stars two at a time to get down into Nikolai’s dressingroom. “Nikol-” he pushed open the door and the magician swept him up, just likeearlier with a loud laugh.

“Did you see, Topaz!?” he asked, setting himdown with a grin, as Topaz frantically checked both his boyfriend and theflowers, making sure neither of them were harmed.

He nodded, frowning. “Yeah, I saw… You scaredme, Nikolai.”

Head tilted, Nikolai frowned back. “Did youthink I actual-”

“I thought maybe!” retorted Topaz and Nikolaismiled.

“I wouldn’t leave Topaz like that,” heresponded.

Topaz’s eyes widened, and he blushed, lookingaway before thrusting the flowers at his boyfriend. “Here,” he mumbled, “I gotyou flowers.” Though he couldn’t help but smile at the other’s loud gasp.

“What do they mean?” asked Nikolai, pressing hisnose into the petals.

“Lilies for purity and love, hydrangeas for thegratefulness of your understanding, and alstroemerias for devotion!” he pointedout each flower as he named it. “And this means,” murmured Topaz, cupping theside of Nikolai’s face before kissing him gently, “that I’m glad you’re alive.”

Nikolai hummed and put the flowers down, kissinghim again- not so gently.