#platonic fyodor x reader

[uhhhandskullanon]

SCENARIO : BEING STOLEN FROM A NEWFOUND FAMILY FROM YOUR PAST CRIMINAL “FATHERS” DOESN’T FEEL GOOD AT ALL.

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DARK FIC : ANGST FIC : 1,058 WORDS

TWS : HEAVY YANDERE THEMES, MURDER, BLOOD, GORE, KIDNAPPING, CONSENSUAL AND NONCONSENSUAL DRUGGING, THREATS, MENTIONS OF FRAMED TERRORISM, FYOLAI BEING MANIPULATIVE AND DELUSIONAL LITTLE BITCHES /affectionately, READER KIND OF SPIRALS HALFWAY IN

LISTEN TO : I LOVE YOU HOE (w/ 9lives) - Odetari :||: THE FOX’S WEDDING - MASA WORKS DESIGN

You should’ve known that you never really could escape them, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to scream, shout, sob, beg, whine, yell, anything at all, but the gag in your mouth prevented any sound whatsoever.

Not like if it wasn’t there it’d change anything. The basement is still sound-proof either way. You just wish Fyodor put a second thought in cleaning it up, because it smelled horrid in there.

Probably because of the pile of rotting body parts in the corner, or the bloody, moss-covered walls.

…he probably did this on purpose, actually. It’s only a part of your punishment, for leaving your loving fathers, is what he might say.

The gag was leaving a literal bad taste on your tongue, and if you could see the chains on your wrists, you’d bet they were already bruising and scarring. It was too dark for that though.

That was all in the start, however. It’s been nearly months since you’ve been ‘saved’ and ‘returned,’ in Nikolai’s terms. Everything had only been horrible, up until you were finally trusted enough to be let out of the basement. You would never say this, but it is partially thanks to Nikolai’s delusion and nagging of Fyodor that sped up that process.

…you missed the Agency. A lot, actually.

You missed Atsushi, and how he’d comfort you and you two just went out for chazuke on breaks.

You missed Yosano, and her headpats with the occasional need for healing. Despite her (kind of hidden) sadism, you never really were awake to feel her abilities… pre-measures.

You missed Dazai’s stupid antics, and the way he’d somehow drag you into them one way or another, but always made sure you never really got in trouble.

You missed Ranpo just rambling or being sleepy with you, occasionally sharing sweets and always calling for you to join him on cases whenever he could.

You missed Kunikida scolding you for joining Dazai’s shenanigans, but always doting over you like a real dad.

You missed listening to Kenji ramble about cows and farm animals.

You missed going out with Kyouka and eating crepes with her.

You missed just chatting with Fukuzawa, and even the cats at the shelter you two would visit.

You never voiced these though, because lord forbid you speak of anything or anyone on the outside while within the confines of Fyodor’s new base… you didn’t want to see that basement ever again, either.

“Oh [Y/N]! We’re baaaaaack!~” A (unfortunately and overly) familiar voice called out happily, before you were immediately tackled into a hug by none other than Nikolai. “Didya’ miss us?” He’d ask, and you already knew exactly what to say.

“Of course I did. I always miss you, Dad.” You smiled, hugging him back tightly. You knew how this went, and you knew that this would slowly but surely coax him into letting you out of the base… and after a few outings sticking by his side, surely you’d be freed.

Surely. Surely you kept telling yourself. Optimism and hope slowly blending into desperation and longing inside your mind. Surely you’ll find a way to run away. Patience is a virtue. Patient, patient, patient and good little [Y/N] before you leave them again.

“Waaha, how cute!” He’d exclaim soon after, hugging you even tighter before picking you up and spinning around, and you had to force out a fake chuckle and expression of joy. He only put you down (but still held you,) when Fyodor entered the room, brushing off his coat. It was then when you noted that they both had small splashes of blood splattered across certain spots, but you didn’t say anything on it. You knew how that went…

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"You can't- you can't keep doing this if you want me to stay!" You shouted at the two, blood-soaked males who in return just stared back at you.

"Are you saying you don't want to stay, my dear?"

"N-no, I just...-"

"Are you saying you'd leave us if we didn't stop?"

"That's not what I was saying! Don't put words into my mouth! I- ?!" You were cut off by a sudden cold knife to the throat, held by a gloved hand appearing out of a yellow portal.

"Watch your words wisely," Fyodor warned, "We are your fathers afterall."

'Never,' You wanted to shout, 'Never in a million years will you two ever be anything more than monsters to me.'

But even a fool knows when to bite their tongue.

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“Hey, Father?” You turned to Fyodor whilst still hugging Nikolai.

“Hm? What is it, doll?” He responded, taking off his cape and hanging it on a rack near the door before looking back at you.

You hated that nickname. “Doll.” Like you were some sort of item to show and control.

'Not for long,’ You’d think, ‘Not for very long at all.’ Though you were about to ask a risky question… you’d just hold on tight to Nikolai and hope for the best.

“...what happened to my kidnappers?” You hated referring to the Agency like that.

“Oh.. Well, not much. Merely a bit of… framing.” He said darkly, and eerie and small grin crossing his face.

"They won’t ever take your freedom away again, and you’ll never ever have to leave us again, isn’t that right dove?” Nikolai smiled evilly whale hugging you even tighter to the point that it hurt, and you had to muster up the ‘happiest’ smile you could.

"Yes, thank you Dad, and Father.” You said softly, looking at the two ‘gratefully.’

...You were going to get out of this hell hole, and you were going to save the Agency, one way or another.

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'This might be a bit of a stretch,’ You thought to yourself as you stared down at the large drop ahead of you. Its been a long while, and you’ve finally been allowed to go outside with them… however, you’ve taken precautions. You know exactly what to do.

You’re on top of a large building with a barrier, and you’ve marked it just enough so that you’re only barely out of reach of Nikolai’s ability. It’s also only a matter of time before they find you…

…It’s a long way down. Do you want to jump?

— TAG : @kolyakisses

[aviiarie]

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ TO BE LOVED. dazai, akutagawa, fyodor, yosano & reader (separate) !

synopsis. what is it like, to be loved by them? contents. could be read as platonic love or romantic love. (you can deeply love your friends, fight me. /j) bsd-typical warnings. religious themes in fyodors. non-linear? idk. gn!reader. 0.6k words. notes. i'm blaming @rainswept for this, yapping with you has cured my writer's block. also i'm sorry if this doesn't make a lot of sense or is terribly ooc, i'm very tired and have been thinking about poetry and love and this was the result.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ DAZAI — loves like it's going to be the death of him. It's a quiet, dull sort of love, a slow-acting poison that spread languidly through his body. From one limb to the next, little by little, it paralysed every part of him until the only sensation was a bitter, festering infection beneath the skin. Every touch, every smile... every part of it hurt, in ways he could never bring words too.

Yet he loves anyway, gritting his teeth through the pain and letting the sting settle under his skin. Poison wasn’t a stranger to him; it greeted him with the arms of a friend and the hands of a lover. He gets used to it after a while; he accustoms himself to the 'good mornings', and the touches that ghost his skin long after they've let go. Soon enough, the pain is as natural as breathing.

It’s soothing, in a mithridatic, vaguely masochistic kind of way. And sometimes when he loves, he feels as human as they are.

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ AKUTAGAWA — loves like he's a drowning man, reaching desperately for a hand to save him. His shouts are swallowed up by merciless waves, his breath is stolen from his lungs. He is desperate to grasp the touch of another—whether to save himself from his desolation, or as a last comfort before he is pulled under, even he doesn’t know. He only knows that he craves it, craves it with every screaming nerve in his body.

Adrenaline is pumping through his veins in every moment he lives, but when he loves, it is quiet. For once, desperation and despair are silenced, leaving only the hollow echo of his thoughts to accompany the sound of their voice. He clings to love like it is a lifeline, the only thing that is pumping blood through his veins and sending air through his fractured lungs.

By himself he is an empty, shell of a man pulled down by the current. Together, he breaks the surface of the water and begins to feel whole.

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ FYODOR — loves like it is holy. The feeling is sacred, held close and tight to his chest. He looks to them and sees an angel descended down to grasp his blood-stained hands in their clean ones, he listens to their words and hears the heavens themselves sing. No touch has ever felt so pure as theirs, no person has ever felt so unworthy of the cruel world they occupy.

His existence is a life wrought with turpitude, but even his sinful state is close to salvaged when they smile before him. A love like that must be a gift from God Himself, so he cherishes it as such.

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ YOSANO — loves like it is the only thing breathing life into her lungs. Illness is an old friend that has overstayed their welcome ten times over, but it seems to vanish almost entirely in their presence. Gone is the phantom presence of an injury healed twelve years prior, vanished are the memories that linger under her skin. She yearns for the relief that they provide; loving them, and loving them, and loving them until she feels breathless with vitality.

The bruises heal with a touch, the scars disappear with a glance. She loves with the desperation of a woman chasing one more year to add to her lifespan, craving the solace that they so sweetly give her. No longer is she an Angel of Death; she is the blessed, endowed with the most precious offering one could give.

Life is a gift—as she drills into the heads of her patients—and what kind of a lady would she be to turn away such a generous one as that?

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai.

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

Platonic Yandere Fyodor Dostoevsky Alphabet

Warning: BSD Manga spoilers (About Fyodor's ability). Platonic Yandere. OOC

GN! Baby/Child/Teen Reader

A - Adopt (How long will it take for them to start planning "to adopt"?) 

Normally, Fyodor is "picky" about "adoption". His child will stay with him until their final breath, and it is not that long, in Fyodor's eyes. And he doesn't want to deal with a bratty attitude, spending precious time on it. He will "adopt" an orphan, or a kid from a bad/abusive family. So he will have someone, who will view him as a Savior.

But, if you have a similar ability to his, or just an immortality ability... He would immediately "adopt" you. He won't care, if he will tear you away from your family and friends. He was alone for so long, and you can finally be his eternal company. His family.

 

B - Baby (Is age of their "adoptee" important to them? Will they reconsider "adoption" because of the age?) 

While "adopting" a baby means spending more time with them, Fyodor understands, that it's almost impossible for him to raise one without having a actual home, and Rats'/DOA's HQ aren't a suitable substitute. So, he would wait until Baby became Child to adopt them.

But, if "adoptee" are an immortal... Well, Fyodor will find a way to make HQ baby-proof.

C - Cage (How free their "adoptee" will be?) 

You are free to explore HQ. You are not allowed to take a single step outside it. Without him. He doesn't trust anyone to look after you. You should always be near your father, or where he can see you. 

D - Domestic (Beside the room, what did they do in their in the house for their "adoptee"?) 

You have multiple playrooms with different kind of toys (including consoles and computers). There's also a library, filled with books by your favorite authors.

E - Enthusiasm (How enthusiastic they are about the whole "adoption" ordeal?) 

Very, especially if his "adoptee" are an immortal. He couldn't wait for a moment he will have his child near him.

F - Family (Will they insist on being called father/mother/brother/sister etc.?)

Yes. And Fyodor is not above punishing you for not calling him dad. He will never hit you, but he will take away playtime with consoles or computer, making you stay in your room.

G - Guilty (Do they feel guilty for taking their "adoptee" from their previous life?) 

No. Nothing will make him regret his decision. And if his "adoptee" an immortal, Fyodor will firmly believe, that his decision was ultimately right. He is saving the kid from a life of loneliness.

H - Harsh (Are they harsh with their "adoptee"?) 

For an outsider perspective, Fyodor is a normal father, who is strict, but not abusive and who loves his kid greatly. And in private... Fyodor remains the same. He isn't yelling. He will never lay a finger on you. He would talk you into not doing something, and being grounded is the harshest punishment you get.

I - Ill (What will they do, if their "adoptee" became sick, and they can't treat them on their own?) 

Fyodor will take you to a hospital. Yes, really. There will be some manipulation involved, so doctors and nurses won't ask questions. And some soft manipulations with you. 

Hospital food is gross, but dad is bringing you tasty treats every day. There is nothing to do, but dad is bringing you books/phone/toys/tabletop games every day. The hospital is scary at night, but dad can sneak in and stay here, so you won't be alone. But, if you want, you can tell about your situation to others. And dad won't be here. 

And you will return to your mortal relatives/terrible family/orphanage.

Fyodor knew what he is doing.

J - Joke (What kind of parent they are? Serious or Fun?)

Fyodor is serious, but he is willing to show his soft side to his "adoptee".

K - [Character specific letter] Keep (Will Fyodor let you leave, after you reach eighteen? Or he will still keep you?) Bonus Round [Kill - Will they kill for their "adoptee"?]

He will keep you. He is old enough to be considered your ancestor, so you will be his child forever.

And, yes. He will kill for you, if he thought, that it will protect you, or your and his lifestyle. He will not kill with his own hands, he will send his underlings, or orchestrated the attack of random criminals, but he will ensure, that obstacle are dealt with.

L - Liquid (Do they have any special drink they make for their "adoptee"?)

Tea with honey.

M - Meal (And what about meals?)

Fyodor wants to make sure that you have a proper diet. So, no mountains of junk food and sodas. But he will gladly make pastries for you.

N - No (What they will never do to their "adoptee"?) 

Hurt, hit or broke you. Fyodor wants to have a living being for a child, not a doll. Yes, you should be a good child, who listen to their dad, but Fyodor is chill about you acting according to your age.

O - Obvious (Is it possible to catch on their intention to "adopt"?) 

Yes. Because your first meeting face to face (that you are aware of) will end in adoption. Before that - no. You might not even know that he exists, while he is planning an "adoption".

P - Place (Favorite place to took their "adoptee")

Any café, that serves good tea.

Q - Quit (Is there anything, that will make them reconsider to "adopt"?)

No. There are no chances. If Fyodor decided, that he wants to "adopt", he will adopt.

R - Rule (Do they have many rules for their "adoptee" to follow? Are there any strange rules?)

Not too much. Don't go far away from Fyodor, keep your room clean, do exercises Fyodor gave you. There aren't any strange rules. Fyodor, despite being controlling, is reasonable.

S - Sharing (Do they "adopt" because they wanted to give love to someone, or they want someone to give love to them?) 

Fyodor can't tell for sure. He was alone for so long, so he isn't sure, if he wants to be someone important for someone, or he wants to have someone to care about in his life.

T - Thing (What is the first thing they get for their "adoptee"?)

Before "adoption" - a matching ushanka for winter.

As an "adoption" present - cute tea cup

U - Unite (Will they welcome someone into the "family"?)

No. Fyodor doesn't want to see anyone else in this family. But Gogol invited himself and dragged Sigma with him. Fyodor will tolerate them as long as they don't try to hurt you or "poison" your mind with negative thoughts about him.

V - Vacation (Will they take their "adoptee" on vacation?)

Technically, yes. Fyodor is often moving from one country to another, and you are always traveling with him. He even makes sure, that he will have some free time to go with you on few excursions.

W - Wish (How much they will do for their "adoptee"?) 

Fyodor won't spoil you rotten. But he will always put a lot of thought in his gifts, and he won't tolerate you being bullied.

X - [Wildcard. Anything you want to share about them?]

Actually, despite everything, Fyodor is terrifying. Not because he is actively hurting you. It's because even before he "adopts", he makes sure, that you have nowhere else to go. When he finally gets you, you will see him the only person, who will care for you. He will manipulate your family members and friends to ditch you. So he can take care of you and finally have someone in his life.

Y - You (What make them want to choose their "adoptee" specifically?) 

His loneliness. When it became too much to handle, Fyodor will seek for a child to adopt. And, if something click in his mind, when he sees you, he will "adopt".

Z - Zero [Bonus Round - Character Specific Point] (When did Fyodor start "adopting" kids?)

Somewhere after first century of living. One day, on a whim, he took in a orphan. Since then, sometimes, Fyodor would "adopt" kids to take care of and keep him company.

[sparda-soully]

Disturbance of the Peace

Parents Fyolai x adopted, daughter! reader

Headups: Strictly PLATONIC with reader! Fyodor and Nikolai are husbands bc yes. Fyodor, Nikolai, and some other characters may be OOC so I apologize for that. Just silly fun with the Dostoevsky-Gogol Family!!

Just writing this to highlight the fluff, found family troupe and totally not bc my husband (ahem, Fukuzawa) was like that in the latest chapter 😇. Hope you enjoy this!!

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Sounds of water were dripping against the acrylic sink. Soon, a brushing noise was followed afterwards. In the mirror, a young girl — who looked about seven years old — was seen brushing her teeth with a light blue toothbrush. Her outfit was pajamas with tiny strawberries scattered across her pants. She carefully move her toothbrush back and forth in small strokes as to not damage her gums; father said to be careful after all!....Although papa highly encouraged her to do so as it was supposedly "fun". Yeah right.

Getting every nook and cranny of her teeth, she gathered water into a small cup, raising it to her lips. She tooked a gulp of water, swirling and gargling the water mixed with the toothpaste before spitting the fluid out. Then, filling her palms with the lukewarm water, she washed her face, relinquishing the sudden warmth. The faucet turned, shutting the water off. With her eyes closed, she fiddled her fingers around, trying to feel where she left her towel at. Upon reaching the area she left it at, her fingers didn't made any contact with the soft material.

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'...That's weird. I thought I put it here', you thought, finally opening your eyes. You ignored the wetness that was drenched on your face in favor of searching for your towel. Your e/c eyes stared at the marble countertop, blinking in confusion as the realization caught up to you. The towel where you originally placed it at was missing, making you utterly perplexed. "...Huh..?", you mumbled, standing there.

You were sure you placed it there; there was no way it disappeared! Unless if it was–. As if you finally caught on about the mysterious disappearance of your towel, a voice called behind you. "Why hello little dove! How is my favorite girl doin'?", an eccentric voice inquired. Turning around, you were greeted with your papa, Nikolai bending down at your height. His visible bluish grey eye pierced directly into your e/c eyes, seemingly staring into your soul.

"папа..?", you said his name which earn you a bigger smile. Frenzied, exotic laughter erupted from his lips, sharp teeth made its appearance. "Bingo! That's me", he cheered, still staring straight at you without blinking. His smile etched further on his face, stretching across cheeks until it finally reached its limit. The two of you maintained eye contact, not breaking it at all as if the two of y'all were cats quietly sneaking up upon your prey.

Silence loomed over the two of you until you decided to break it. "What are you doing here?", you asked, finally blinking which made you lose the game the two of you were silently engaged in. Hearing your question, your papa swiftly stand back up in a dramatic way. "Oh poor me! My own daughter doesn't want to see me, how utterly terrible! You don't care about your dear old dad? Who could've raise such monster", he whined, placing his hands over his heart as he wore a crestfallen expression.

"Eh? No! I mean–What are you doing back home early? You and отец were busy with Uncle Sigma and Grandpa with something", you mentioned. Immediately, Nikolai's expression shifted into a beaming one. "Well we're finished now! So come on and let's play some games. Ooo, how about Go Fish, Patty Cake? Or how about Stab the Jester? It's your favorite!", he sprouted game suggestions. Your papa was big on the idea of games, after all kids your age were supposed to enjoy their youth so here comes the introduction of games! Although, they all have his own little spin of his twisted mind especially that last one but we don't talk about that! That's for later.

Your eyes sparkled, practically beaming at the idea of playing your favorite game, Stabbing the Jester. You wished you could played but unfortunately, one you had school tomorrow and two you still have to find your lost towel. Giving your papa a sad smile, you slowly shook your head which made him have a confused look. His daughter never turned down his amazing ideas so why now?

"Sorry papa, but I have school tomorrow. You know, father will scold me and you if he catches us playing games this late at night", you explained, giving him an apologetic look. It was true, your father was strict and stern when it came to your studies, wanting you to sleep early and study to exceed your brilliant intelligence further. It was a significant contrast to your papa who was the whimsical, quirky parent that spoils their child rotted. "Ugh who cares what Fedya said? We'll keep it a secret, pinky promise!", he proposed, lifting his pinky and wiggling it in the air, eagerly encouraging you to entangled your pinky with his. As tempting as it was, you still didn't want to face your father's wrath.

Still, you shook your head which made Nikolai pouted, his eyes narrowing at your declination. "No thanks, I don't wanna deal with father's punishment. Besides I need to find my towel...", you gazed around, trying to search for your towel. Hearing that you were looking for your towel, Nikolai's face suddenly faltered into a cheeky, evil smirk. His teeth flashed at you as a glint of anticipation and excitement glimmered in his bluish eye. Uh oh. Before you could speak, he cuts you off with a big grin.

"Quiz time!", those two words made you mentally groaned to yourself. If he's doing one of his quiz, that means he has an answer to it. "Where do you think you put your towel at?", he inquired, putting his pinky finger down. He brought his hands behind his back, letting his black and white cape draped over him. A mischievous expression formed on his face, tugging his lips into a big smile. "It was on the counter but it's gone...so that means y-", before you could finished, your papa interrupted you.

"Ding Ding Ding! Did you say I used my ability? Well you're indeed correct my маленький ангел!", he spoiled the answer out of his own excitement that was surging within him. You sighed, already fed up with his antics. Glancing up at him, you gave him a look which made him chuckled. Nikolai was amused by your behavior; he wanted to spend time with you right now since he was practically gone by the moment you woke up because the Decay of Angels had a meeting all of a sudden. So, he'll do whatever it is to keep you and himself entertain, even if that meant preventing you from getting sleep.

You were about to ask him to give it back when you felt something soft patting your cheek. Averting your eyes to your right, you saw an orange portal with Nikolai's dark magenta glove grasping the towel. He gently wiped your wet face with slow strokes as if you were a delicate kitten. You noticed your papa's visible eye softened with a look of content and love swirling in them. It was a rare sight to see your papa like this, deep in a trance while gently taking care of you like any good parent would for their kids.

After he dried your face, he bop your nose, shooting a wink at you which made you giggle. He deactivated his ability, placing the towel back on the counter. Briskly, he scooped you into his arms, lifting you and tossing you up in the air. High pitched squeals and laughter escaped from you when you were latched in the air. As he threw you up in the air, he skillfully and efficiently moved out of the bathroom and into your bedroom while tossing you up and down like a ragdoll. It was a normal occurrence for you and your papa; yeah it wasn't ideal and was dangerous for numerous reasons but if you're happy and having fun, then he'll continued toss you in the air just for you to be a free bird spreading its wings and soaring through the air. This process repeated for some time, disturbing your sleep schedule.

It seems like that high pitched noises and laughter drawn another person's presence. Footsteps stride towards your bedroom with precise, fluent movement. A pale hand grasped your doorknob, turning it to the side before opening it fully. I guess the fits of excitement drowned the noise of someone coming in. "Y/n. Koyla", a monotone voice made you and your papa directed y'all's gaze towards the man standing by the doorway. Instantly, Nikolai stopped throwing you in the air, still carrying you in his arms. A surprised gaze washed over his face as your hands clutched your papa's two-toned jacket. Your heart skipped a beat, sweat dripped down your brow as you stared at your father in a look that children gave to their parents when they did something wrong.

Sharp, dark purple eyes glared at you, making you shy away from him. You buried your face into your papa's clothes, wrinkling his attire greatly. "Nikolai, why are you pestering our child with your foolish antics? It's passed her bed time", his thick Russian accent accentuate his sterness. His husband just blinked at his words, slightly pouting at his serious partner; readjusting you in his arms, he made sure you weren't fully looking at your father. "But Fedya! It's only 9:30 pm, and I haven't seen my favorite dove at all! Just let us have some father-daughter time for a bit", he whined, drastically swaying his body from side to side. Fydor just stared, unfazed by his actions or whiny voice. This was the man he choose to married...so of course he'll be used to his tomfoolery.

"No. She has school tomorrow", your father begins to sauntered towards you two. His long coat fell behind him with each stride he took. He gave Nikolai a look, but Nikolai still had you in his arms, refusing to give you to him. Your father sighs at the stubborn man. "Koyla, do you want her to be sleepy in class?", he asked, making him pondered. Eventually, he slowly shook his head no. Yes he was a deranged man but he still cared about your health! You were just a small dove, having lack of sleep could possibly hindered your performance of soaring through the sky, something he greatly feared. Finally acknowledging defeat, he gazed back at you, pulling your face off from his wrinkled buttoned up jacket.

"Ah I guess you're right, having a sleepy bird wouldn't be so good now will it? So it's time to return back to the nest for some proper rest!", he exclaimed with a smile returning back to his face. Nikolai carried you to your bed, ready to place you down and tuck you in, but your father interfered. "Koyla, you should go. I'll tuck her to bed", he asserted. Hearing his words, Nikolai felt shock that Fyodor suggested such thing; I mean, he should tuck you in, clearly he's the better parent when it came to "sleeping"....Or so he claims, in fact he isn't the ideal person of tucking a small child to bed without telling some stories that will leave them up at night.

"Eh, why not?! I'm perfectly capable of putting her to sleep!", he pulls you futher into his embrace, refusing to let you go. Of course he'll be on the offense side right now. "Remember the last time you tuck her into bed? You told her a story that made her have nightmares for a few days. She was forced to sleep in our room. I won't let that happen again", Fyodor's remark made Nikolai shot a glare at him.

"Hey it was funny!". "Not to her though".

You knew that your papa will go back and forth with your father over this small issue, so you tugged on his jacket, causing him to averted his attention to you. "Papa, I want отец to tuck me to bed", your comment made Nikolai sulk. You wanted your father more than him? Haha! What a funny joke...right? "Oh how cruel of you! You just broke my heart into millions of pieces! Such a ferocious mouth you have. So you would rather hang out with your father than me?", he begins his drama cries, hoping you'll fall for it. Unfortunately for him, you were so smart for your age that the guilt tripping didn't fazed you. "No, I didn't say that. I just want father to tucked me to bed", you clarified, earning you a huff. "Fine...But just know I'm getting you out of school early tomorrow!", he declared, staring directly at you which made you smiled a bit. "No Nik-". "Alright папа! Let's play tons of games tomorrow!", you beamed in excitement with the thought of getting picked up early.

Fyodor wanted to say no, but with the two of y'all already chatting about plans tomorrow, he decided to let this slide just this once. His eyes still remained on his husband, urging him to say his goodbyes just so they could talk alone. Seeing his husband's hidden message, Nikolai quickly tossed you up in the air one last time before pulling you into a bone crushing embrace which made it harder for you to breath. Sensing the sudden lack of air you had, he loosen his clutches around you. "Ah goodnight my little angel! Sleep tight and let song birds drifted you to sleep", with his final goodnight, he ruffles your hair a bit before giving you to your father. He gave one more look at his loving family before exiting out of the room leaving you two alone.

You were now in your father's arms, glancing up at him with a glimpse of wonder and nervousness shining in your eyes. Dark purple eyes stared back at you as his grip around him was gentle compare to your papa's. You wanted to say something but couldn't because of your thoughts blaring and tainting your mind with negativity about your father's disappointment of not following his words. As if he knew the internal conflict stirring within you, he spoke up. "It's alright, маленький ангел", he reassured you, slowly placing you down on the soft mattress. He pulled the blanket over you, letting the new found warmth consumed you. Still, you felt bad that you went against your father's words. Your eyes were glue on the dark red blanket, fingers firmly gripping the cozy material.

"...I know but still. I could've told papa I was heading to bed, instead I gotten distract", your mouse like voice made him hum. You didn't get an instant response from your father which made you more tense. Will he have an outburst just like others before when you didn't follow their orders?...No, you shouldn't think about them, they didn't matter now. You have father and papa now and that's all that matters, you're safe.

"Like I said, it's alright. There's no need to fret over something minor like that. You're just a child. I don't expect you to be sharp with your time", he raised his hand and carefully patted your head. The unexpected affection made you staggered, unable to process what just happen. You calmed your breaths, letting yourself relaxed at the sudden weight bestowed on your head. It felt nice to endured, experienced even especially since your father wasn't a man who displayed affection often. His reassureness and touch seemingly eased you down enough that your worries begin to leisurely slip away from your mind and heart.

"However, that doesn't mean I'll let this slide though", he reprimanded which you expected. Your father was the strictest out of your family, but he means well; he has his own way of showing that he cares and one of them was being strict. "You'll be accompanying me after school. There you will write and speak in Russian as well as Ukrainian and you must perform them in front of me. Do you understand?", his expression never faltered from his neutral look. He maintained his respectful composure and spoke in a professional, authoritative manner that accentuated his place as a parent.

You listened with keen ears, indulging his words carefully. "Mhm, I understand, father", you muttered with a small nod. Finally, you spared a glimpse at your father's dark purple eyes. It was refreshing seeing him again; the calm voids of his eyes made you feel better. His eyes told so much more than his words and body language. Concern clouded his eyes, yet his body posture was straight and firm as if nothing happened. The phrase, "Eyes don't lie", truly can described who your father was.

"Y/n, I'm not angry at you", he adds again, hoping those words go through that thick skull of yours. "You went along with Koyla's antics because you missed him. You missed us and I apologize for not spending much time with you lately", he brushed the strands away from your face so he could see your expression. Your eyes shot opened with your lips agape. At first, you couldn't speak due to this but alas, words finally spilled from your mouth. "It's okay, отец. Work has been keeping you and papa busy", you said.

You never knew what your dads did for work as it wasn't your business. Although, you visit their supposed based before and sat in your father's lap as he did some stuff on his computer. Sometimes, your grandpa will take you away and make the Hunting Dogs watched you while he and your family do some...work. "How about I'll take you to one of those new cafe that recently opened up? The one you keep pestering us about", he asked which made you immediately deepen your gaze on him. "REALLY!? You'll take me?", you tossed the blanket off of you, now sitting up on your knees. Eyes sparkled in anticipation, waiting for his answer.

Chuckles erupted from him due to your outburst. "Of course. It'll be you and I. I'll sent Koyla to do something with Sigma", he said, making you more excited. It looked like you were about to burst any minute with enthusiasm fueling your body. "But you need to go to sleep. You have school tomorrow", being reminded of school, you sulked. You didn't want to go to that dreadful place with a bunch of average kids; you were much better than them evident to your straight A's on your report cards and test. You wanted to hang out with your family, but it looks like that was only possible after school and on weekends. Oh well, at least you were gonna be having much fun with your parents this week!

Fyodor begins to tuck you in again much to your disappointment. The clock on your wall read 9:42, about a good 12 minutes has passed since your small scolding happened. When your Russian father pulled the blacket over your small body, he was about to leave when your fingers gripped his white shirt. "Hm? What is it?", he looked back at you with a confused look. "Can you read me a bed time story...?", you gave him your best puppy dog eyes. "But it's passed your bed time-". "Pleassssseeee", you pleaded, still tugging on his shirt relentlessly. With a sigh, he turned around, sauntering back towards you.

This action made your lips curled upwards. You let go of his shirt, pulling the blanket further on you. Fyodor headed towards your book shelf, scanning at each book before landing on one of them that caught his eye. He pulled it out, staring at the cover as he walked back towards you. Pulling out a chair, he sat down in a close yet far away distance. "Is this good?", he showed you the book. You observed the book with wonder and interest and with a smile, you nod.

Getting a confirmation, he read off the title and author, crediting them before opening the book. Soon, the once quiet air was filled with a thick Russian accent. The way he pronounced each words gave a calming effect as if soothing you to sleep. Flipping through page after page, he read each line with clarity and sharpness. His quiet yet soothing voice was making you droopy. You felt yourself gradually shifting back and forth to the dream world and the real world. Alas, your eyelids touched each other, making your eyelashes act like closed gates. Small snores escaped your mouth and you finally succumb to a deep slumber.

And as soon as your father said those fairytale words, you were completely knock out. You nuzzled against your blanket, seeking its warmth with great possessiveness. Fyodor's lips twitched into a small smile; he closed the book, standing up before returning the book back onto its original position on the shelf. He slide the chair back to its place by your table, and he loomed over you. Seeing how peaceful and innocent you look, a soft, tender glint glimmered in his eyes. You were just a child after all of this, a child in this God forsaken world. After everything that happened to you, you still acted like a child regardless of your past.

He swore he'll changed this world by completing his goal: a world without ability users. He will carried out God's will and fulfilled his dream to ensure his daughter's innocence and prevent losing his husband. Bending down, he kissed your forehead before reciting a little prayer to you. He stood up, fixing up your blanket to make sure you were warm enough. He strolled towards the door, hands already on the doorknob. He took one last glimpse at your sleeping figure. "Goodnight, маленький ангел", he muttered, turning the lights off before exiting out of your room and closing the door behind him.

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Merry Christmas y'all! Hope you all are having an amazing Christmas! And if yall don't celebrate it, then Happy Holidays! ^ ^

I just wanted to write something Bungo Stray Dogs related as I'm getting back into this silly show/manga. (Please I just wanted to do something platonic and fluff bc of the latest chapters occurring in the bsd manga 🥲)

All rights reserved!! | Please do not steal, claim, or plagiarized this as I put a lot of effort into this | Dec. 25, 2024 | ©Sparda-Soully

[sleep-0-deprived]

Heeelloo can I request a DOA x male!child!reader who's personality is very similar to the queen of hearts but make him mildly unhinged but also has riddle rosehearts issues and us really bossy (all platonic ofc)

- dearly from 🎭 Anon

DOA with male child reader with a queen of hearts personally Head cannons

Platonic fluff, no characters sexualized in this post!

A/N Sorry it took so long and I’m doing imagines cause for some reason I can’t think of a cool enough scenario to do your thoughts justice! I don’t know why but I was getting riddle Rosehearts vibes from this request :]

Imagine reader found by Nikolai at the age of five and brought back to the DOA head quarters because he felt an attachment to your unique look and personality with your brig he red hair and the red queen of heart style outfit, making him soon turn you into a protege while Fyodor is fascinated by your personality. Your calm demeanor when needed but that same trickster style that Nikolai has making him all the more willing to let Nikolai keep you.

Sigma always becoming the victim of your pranks making him become more cautious around every corner at the base not wanting to end up with red paint all over him from the red painted roses you give him or the countless stacks of red heart cards that end up in his room from one of your little pranks.

Your pranks always resulting in a sort of sit down talk with Fyodor of why it’s wrong to do pranks on DOA members while Nikolai stands behind him giggling like they are your parents, one stern and the other fun and more than likely to help you prank the others.

Always holding yourself high like your above the rest with this cocky tone that always annoyed Bram but he always liked all the red you wore, not that he’d ever tell you that because he thinks of you as a brat but he does secretly have a soft spot with you as your red hair brings back giant memories of his late wife but not in a romantic way but more of a soft reminder bringing nostalgia to him

Your room always decorated in whites and reds filled with hearts with a bed in the middle red with black lace trim on your comforter, rose plants at your window seal with many other plants around your room but each one holding the color red for their petals

Fukuchi always cold wondering how he can make you into a useful member of the doa, often times not talking to you finding your bossy attitude and the way you hold yourself to be stupid after a while but not saying anything of it sense the rest of the doa members seem to have a sorta connection with you making it so that he can’t get rid of you.

After the first few years of living to the doa Fukuchi started to come around to you, starting to see you like a little grandson as he adapts to your bossy attitude learning you more seeing why you act in your way making him soften up turning him into a almost doting grandfather who often likes to spend times away getting you gifts always red whether it be more roses or ruby accessories for your outfits spoiling you in his own way like your a prince

[luvfy0dor]

Hello!! Can I request platonic father fyodor with a very rebellious teen reader who does everything to piss him off? Like getting a boyfriend or starting fights and getting suspended

“Quit It ♡” Father!Fyodor w/ Platonic!Teen Reader

Warnings: Fighting

Description: Going against your father's rules just to make him mad

A/n; So sorry it took me ten years to write this 😭 I had a really hard time coming up with a cohesive scenario without scrapping everything so I did headcannons, I hope that's okay ♡

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ His first question is "why?". He certainly didn't raise you to do all of this for no reason, so what was going on?

★ He never had a rebellious teenager phase, so he didn't dwindle it down to that immediately and even if he did he'd be just as gobsmacked; he taught you to respect him along with your other elders, not to rebel.

★ He'll be damned if he finds out you start skipping classes, failing, and going to school to hang out with your little friends instead of just doing your work

★ Oh man you give him gray hairs, he might as well have hit up a salon and gotten highlights with the way you be stressing him.

★ He'll try to get you to partake in any extra curricular activities, trying to get you to focus on something other than fighting, dating, etc.

★ On the topic of boyfriends, if you ever have ANYONE show up unannounced at his door he's closing it immediately. Actually, Fyodor probably wouldn't even open it. He doesn't care if they're standing there with roses and a giant heart-shaped box of chocolates, they need to get off his front porch ASAP.

★ "Y/n, where did I go wrong?" Type of parent

★ If you start a fight at school he's not picking you up. If you could figure out where you where gonna fight someone you can figure out where you're getting a ride home, too.

★ His first attempt of punishment is lecturing you; if that doesn't work, he'll take your phone. He won't go through it, but he's not giving it back to you for a while.

★ And if THAT doesn't work, he'll 100% hold an intervention over this if you don't tell him why you're doing all of that stuff, especially if it's usually uncharacteristic for you.

★ if the issue is resolved, he does start giving you more attention and attempting to bond with you more, feeling as though that may have been an underlying issue.

★ If you play a sport, he'll come to your games/meets, if you do theater he'll go to your shows, etc.

★ He just wants you to know that he loves you even if he doesn't show it as much as he should and that there is no need to rebel.

A/n; Sorry for such a whack schedule lately, I'll try to get a solid one thunk up asap

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝘈:𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺/𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯.

𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘍𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥!

One word shall he describe you.

Opposite.

He was the demon prodigy who was heartless... Yet you were kind and sympathetic.

Unfit to be here with him.

He... Avoids you after he became the executive.

Perhaps you were weaker.

Unfit.

No use to be in Port Mafia.

A faulty replica of your twin.

Never meant to be.

But you cling onto Dazai.

But... He too betray you.

He too said the most hurtful words you bare not want to listen.

you were the older twin.

More mature than he was when he and you was 15.

...

Perhaps that's the reason why he realise it later.

When you left.

Without another word.

Left in dust.

He find out how wrong he was.

To think he never need you.

You are his twin... By blood you share.

By blood you both are.

Even if he is tainted by sin.

You were a saint unlike him... How were you both related.

Despite all it.

He...

Failed to be a brother for you.

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..

His realization hit when... Oda died in his arms.

He realize he lost the comfort.

Of love...

He was selfish he knows as he dialed a number.

The number he find out and kept to himself.

He called it and it was pick up.

"Hello?"

"Y/n..." He mutter out a whisper as his lips tremble... His heart was at grieve... And he knows he is relying on you to bring a comfort.

"...Osamu?"

"..."

"..."

"Can... I go home y/n?" He asked as you on the other hand tremble with tears fall from your eyes as you nod while muttering a yes.

You wanted to hear this... You want your twin back.

And the fact it is a reality now you were more then happier.

"The home... was always open Osamu"

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Two years in underground as he came out and was met by you who warmly welcome him.

The agencies faces was hilarious to find you both were related.

Yes you both seem different...

But... Somehow you both share the same smile..

"See y/n! Kunikida is been bad to your loving brother"

"Because you don't do your work, Dazai!" Said Kunikida as you let out a sigh.

"What can say... We share the same blood"

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He tries to be the brother he never became earlier of his days.

He want to mend it.

But his attention revert when you start sneaking out at nights around.

'Who is this man that make my twin lose her sleep?' Thought Osamu as protective he was.

He wasn't ready to see you with his nemesis.

Fyodor Dostoevsky.

What kind of drug did he put on you to make you kiss him.

Instead... Why him

Out of all people.

He was taken aback.

He will rather accept Chuuya to be your husband but this man?! Never!

He argue to you but was futile.

You were too in love with the rat.

So he made two plans.

To make you fall for someone so deeply.

Which can cause like a... Obsession but it doesn't matter as long as you are in love... But not for the rat.

But if the first plan fail.

He will kill the rat one way or another.

And make sure... You will not be of in any harm.

He would rather be a murderer a criminal... Again then to see your broken heart.

To see your sadness dull eyes....

Tear stained face.

Heck he will die if he see you death...

On the floor.

He would... Make sure that you won't be broken.

He care for you alot

Your happiness is his.

And... If someone dare to kill or harm you physically or mentally.

He won't make their end easy.

After all he is your brother.

He oath to protect you more then ever.

He would not lose someone he care again.

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𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭! 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦- 𝘢:𝘯

[ranposgirlboss]

happy 11 followers!! can i have a scenario where in the DOA there’s the reader making fucking tiktoks of the DOA, and the police are frustrated as hell cause they can’t track you down 😭😭

ABSOLUTELY.

i made this from the pov of the officers >:)

grammatically correct shit post

genre: silly, platonic yall are just besties <33

"Officer, they posted another one!"

The collective shuffling of papers was heard as everyone rushed toward the original announcer's destination.

"Where?! What is it?!"

They all gathered around, trying to see the computer the guy was sitting at.

nearly drowning sigma with nikolai challenge!! (gone wrong) (no sigmas were harmed in the making of this video)

"....what does this mean?" Asked one of the older officers.

"DOES THAT MATTER?! TRY TO TRACK THEM DOWN RIGHT NOW!!" Yelled the commander and the other officers got to work.

And yet, every time they tried to get the IP, Fyodor's mouse-like symbol appeared.

"Sir-"

"TRY ANOTHER VIDEO!!"

The man sighed and clicked on another.

me, nikolai and sigma question fyodors life decisions and almost get murdered!!

The officer watched a bit, hoping for some clues this time, but all he saw was this supposed "Nikolai" and the person holding the camera, yelling... some statement he couldn't remember, before running away giggling. The third person with two different hair colors was screaming in terror.

Ok, that's kinda funny.

However, before he could try to get information, he felt heavy breathing on his neck.

"Jared. Did you just laugh at one of their videos?"

"N-no sir-"

"You're fired, Jared. You don't understand how LONG I've been trying to get those FOOLS. You can't just laugh when we could be SO CLOSE TO FINALLY DISCOVERING WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE."

Jared's mouth was agape, but he knew there was no correct response to this. Maybe he could work at a car dealership or something.

He packed his things and walked out of there, finished with the frustrated screams of his co-workers in anger.

He was gonna get that job at Toyota.

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BEFORE YOU ASK, YES, I AM BRINGING BACK JARED IN THE FUTURE. JUSTICE FOR JARED!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS!!! MY REQS ARE ALWAYS OPEN BUT MIGHT TAKE A BIT LONGER FOR ME TO FINISH DUE TO ME R E A L L Y NEEDING TO DO MY HOMEWORK 🥶!!

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY NIGHT YES SLAY!!

[invidiia]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "Happy Halloween!" 𖤐 bsd yanderes // reader

trick or treating with the yanderes of BSD! can be read as platonic or romantic.

m.list

[ a/n ; HII HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! i hope everyone's having a good day today! i'm going as reze for halloween, what about you guys? <3 separate posts for trick or treating prompt coming out later today! ]

[ warning ; yanderes lolsies, blood, mention of death/previous kidnapping ]

— disagrees with the very idea of you going out to trick or treat! aren't you too old for that anyway? only gives in when you beg. it'd be nice to let you get out of the house a little anyway.

— keeps a hand on your shoulder while you trick or treat. they don't even want to do this, it's just to make you happy, and they're willing to go out if it'll stop you from complaining about your predicament. tries to steer clear of other people, they're still cautious. absolutely afraid that you're going to rat them out and leave them.

— makes you share your candy as payment for letting you go out. you don't mind though.

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY, JOUNO SAIGIKU, chuuya nakahara, yukichi fukuzawa, doppo kunikida, michizo tachihara, VERLAINE, agatha christie, ango sakaguchi, edgar allan poe, akiko yosano, ryuunosuke akutagawa, sigma, hirotsu?

— didn't plan to take you trick or treating, but wanted to. sure, they had an underlying fear you'd use that to run, but they knew they'd get you back anyway.

— goes with you to the door to ring the bell. (and depending on the character, might dress up with you, too!) keeps you close and doesn't let other people talk to you, other than kids that like your costume. you wouldn't tell a kid you were kidnapped, would you? probably not.

— goes through your bag of candy, probably pretending to find something they like, while they're making sure that there's nothing dangerous or something you snuck in. shares their candy with you, too!

osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, sakunosuke oda, lucy maud montgomery, ichiyo higuchi, gin akutagawa, kyouka izumi (platonic), rimbaud, kouyo ozaki, tatsuhiko shibusawa

— gladly takes you, since it was their idea. they wanted to trick or treat with you, for both the candy, and getting to see you dress up and get a bunch of treats.

— obviously keeps you close. they doubt you'd run, and if you did? well, they'd just catch you and bring you right back. why would you run and ruin this night anyway? it's no fun to miss out on halloween! don't you want candy?

— shares their candy, watches horror movies with you, even makes little treats with you, like taking dough and wrapping it around a hot dog to make a mummy!

RANPO EDOGAWA, kenji miyazawa (platonic), mori.., ichiyo higuchi, q (platonic), nikolai gogol?

— forces you to go out with them, trick or treating or maybe just out cause it's halloween, nothing too social. probably kills someone for the blood to look real. "oh wow, that looks real!" "thanks, it is!"

i can't think of anyone who'd do this but nikolai idk

— platonic bonus :: probably goes through your bag. checks your candy for blades, or anything dangerous. they can't have you hurt, can they?

[ a/n ; "this isn't accurate!" suck my dick 😭 anyway uh if you see multiple on the same thingy, it's intentional, i probs couldnt pick just one. happy halloween !!! ]

[ssouhekii]

ʲᵉˡˡʸᶠⁱˢʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶜᵃᵗ - ☆ .° • . °

☆ ˢⁱᵍᵐᵃ & ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ!ᵒʳᵃᶜˡᵉ!ʸ/ⁿ - * ☆ . °

wc - 4.4k ☆

Sigma didn't go into this month's Decay meeting expecting for them to induct a new member. He really didn't expect this member to be a little kid. He really, really didn't expect this little kid to be staying with him.

warnings: implied/referenced child neglect & experimentation, nothing too serious though, yet, kind of uneventful because it's the first of a series, nobody will tell poor sigma y/n's name and there's lots of awkward pauses

a/n - I haven't written in a very long time, so sorry if it's a bit dry. i promise the next chapter will have more interesting interactions and dialogue. I only wanted the conversations to be stiff for this chapter so that you can feel the tension between sigma and the reader. also, i know the word oracle is used incorrectly. more on that later

The Decay of Angels sat around a white plastic table in white plastic chairs. Behind each of them lay a beige wall, and under their feet a tan carpet.

Fyodor had perhaps chosen the blandest room to ever exist for this meeting, and the worst part was he couldn't even complain.

Sigma had spent their last meeting at Nikolai's elegant Oakwood dining table, stepping over streamers and stray cards scattered everywhere. Each member had taken a seat in a wildly abstract chair, ranging from Fyodor in a bean-bag on wheels to Nikolai, in his dramatic red velvet throne at the center of the table. Sigma had taken his place at a plastic folding chair that he was sure had been taken from a wrestling gig.

So, he had felt a sick sort of relief walking into the most unsettlingly mild room known to man. He listened to a hung-over Fukuchi drone on about that month's objectives, their current business affairs, financing updates, and upcoming social events. Each member of the Decay stood and gave a rushed report of their activity for the previous month, Sigma noting his Casino's gains, Nikolai his undercover diplomatic efforts, and Fukuchi his outlook on the political environment. Bram had nothing to share, and closed his eyes once again in his coffin as Fyodor stood from his chair. He gave a calm glance around the room and closed his eyes, beginning his proposal.

"As you all know, news of a certain ability user affecting affairs with underground organizations have been circulating as of late."

Sigma cast a worried glance to Nikolai, who seemed invested in his dear friend's speech.

Sigma cast a worried glance to Nikolai, who seemed invested in his dear friend's speech.

"It has come to my attention that this ability user is completely unaffiliated with any organization, and is quite out of control. Thus, we must take control of them before another group has a chance to do so."

The casino's manager set his elbow on the table and looked at his fingernails. They were glazed white and slightly pointed.

Sigma hadn't quite expected Fyodor to initiate inducting another member to the Decay. He had a habit of coercing Fukuchi to let talented people slip out of their hands and into the palms of the Rats. Despite the losses, Sigma could never help but be relieved at the Decay's stable member count. Four was enough for him.

Fyodor continued.

"While we already have this ability user in our grasp, it may be difficult to keep them in our hand, so to speak. It is confirmed that the subject has difficulty controlling their ability. However, that should not be a problem for Fukuchi and I to address."

Fyodor opened his eyes slowly and flicked his lashes while glancing to his side, making eye contact with Fukuchi before looking away.

"The difficulty in inducting this.. person into the Decay lies in controlling their temperament."

Sigma's calmness and relief shook itself off immediately. For Fyodor to express trouble with controlling someone meant they were stubborn as a stone, or even a genius on the same level as him.

"A discussion between Fukuchi and I has taken place, and we believe the best course of action should be for a member of the Decay to welcome them into their home. This would be convenient for surveillance, as the subject cannot be left alone for long. It would also benefit training."

The casino manager became even more nervous. It was precisely with his luck they'd announce it was him who had to take in a new member with behavioral issues.

"The subject may also not live alone as they are not... of age to do so. The ability user in question, a child of six years, cannot be trusted to manage their own household properly."

A lump formed in his throat. Deep down, there was a part of him that almost begged to recieve this child. That begged for that almost ill-concieved notion of a family. He pushed that notion down in favor of disdain, and to any unassuming citizen he would almost look sick at the thought of taking in a kid with behavioral issues.

Fyodor continued.

"It is known that some members-" Nikolai came to mind, and Sigma noticed Bram glance to the clown too. "-cannot sustain an environment suitable for a child either."

Sigma was nearly sure this would be him.

"Given Fukuchi's alcoholism, Bram's lack of... appendages, and Nikolai's.. preferred environment, that leaves two options out of the Decay," Fyodor and everyone else eyed Sigma, and he felt like this attack was premeditated. "However, given my circumstances involving myself and those currently living with me, I cannot guarantee the safety of a young child in my household."

"So, you'd want me to take the child in?"

Fukuchi rose from his chair and stood beside Fyodor.

"If you'd be willing to take on this job, it'd benefit the organization greatly. We're willing to use the Decay's funds to pay for any living costs for the subject, including recreation. You are not obligated, but the subject's safety is of utmost importance towards our future plans."

Sigma was pretty sure that "recreation" just meant toys.

"Paying for living costs is no problem. With all due respect, the casino allocates for about three-fifths of the Decay's income, while also sustaining itself. However," Sigma paused, searching for his words. "However, I am in no way prepared to handle a child. I have no prior experience."

"Well, Sig, you can learn! You got a hold of the casino in no time!" Nikolai had broken his silence, no longer entranced with Fyodor's little speech. His encouraging words only set Sigma off.

"Yes, Nikolai, the casino is a whole other issue! I cannot be expected to manage an entire business while watching over a superpowered child with supposed behaviour issues! While I am fine covering financial management for the Decay Of Angels, I was never in any way propositioned to join for babysitting. I do want to stay professional here, but you can't just spring a job like this on me!"

Sigma finished his little rant. The entire table remained still, exactly the same as they had been before. Sigma wasn't even sure when said child would arrive, but he was sure he required some sort of notice before they even mentioned it to him.

He should have known Fyodor would see through him.

"No, Sigma, you were never "propositioned for babysitting" or anything of the like. However, we may very well compensate you-" Nikolai cut in. "Yeah, yeah! We'll raise your paycheck and find more people to cover the casino! We've already got ya covered, Sig!!"

"Thank you, Nikolai," Fukuchi grumbled, clearly holding back a sigh. "We will indeed compensate you and cover both your costs and time lost. As for experience, none is needed."

"Fukuchi, I can't be expected to raise a child with no guidance or skills pertaining to.. to children."

Fyodor made eye contact with Sigma, chilling him to the bone. The rat's sickening smile curled upwards.

"You haven't got to raise any child, Sigma. Just make sure the subject is alive long enough to complete training. Once that is finished, they will sustain themself."

It wasn't until later, much later, that Sigma had realized why the idea of training a living weapon for the Decay made him so, so ill.

"So you expect me to, what, keep a six year old under lock and key?"

"Sure, as long as that works for you."

Sigma, much more unnerved but slightly less opposed to the idea, decided he'd need to shoot more questions. One, in particular, ached in his mind.

"Why is this child so important? What plan is so dire to you that it involves keeping a specific ability user so close?"

Fukuchi leaned forward, and Nikolai whipped his head towards him. "Again, this ability looks to be a danger if not controlled, and an even bigger danger if controlled by a group other than us. As for our plans with her in the future, those remain private."

"Well, what's this dangerous ability, then, and why am I subject to deal with it?"

"As said, you are the only one with a household safe enough to keep a child alive and healthy. As for the ability.." Fyodor narrowed his eyes as Fukuchi finished talking, taking this as his turn to convince Sigma.

"The subject's ability is called, quite simply, Oracles. It can be supposed that she is able to see any place and hear any word without actually being in the area. However, this ability may only view what is going on at the exact moment. In addition, it has been confirmed that the subject cannot control nor will a vision at any given moment, making them completely unprompted."

Sigma cut in as soon as Fyodor paused.

"So how is that dangerous?"

"You know very well how, Sigma."

He had only asked the question to stall a little further. This conversation, the way these people spoke about this child, made him sick. He didn't want to answer their question.

Nikolai tapped his feet, while Fukuchi and Fyodor eyed him cautiously. Bram was asleep. Quietly, Sigma uttered the only question he could think of.

"What will happen to her if I refuse?"

Fyodor's smile faded slightly, but there was no malice in his eyes. Fukuchi's gaze narrowed and Nikolai frowned.

"Sig, don't do that. We kinda need you to do this!"

"It's alright, Nikolai," Fyodor hummed. "I can keep the ability user myself. Though, Ivan hasn't reacted well to their arrival, I'm sure he can adjust. He may not trust their ability now, but he'll warm up as they.." Fyodor was tuned out as Sigma recalled what he knew about Ivan. The tall, unsettling man whom Fyodor had done brain surgery on, making him into some sort of passive servant. Sigma almost shuddered. The thin man had been almost violently obsessed with Fyodor, though not in the way Nikolai was. In fact, Ivan had outright threatened Nikolai more than once for even grazing against his beloved master.

Sigma was sure he understood now why Fyodor hadn't wanted to keep a child near someone like that.

Damn Sigma for being so mild.

He decided to use his last resort before declining the offer. The child would simply have to deal with Ivan's distrust.

"Would it be alright if I could... meet this girl first before allowing her into my home?"

Though Sigma had completely cut in, the room remained unresponsive for a passing moment before Nikolai jumped up onto Sigma and let out some sort of high-pitched squeal. "AHH! I KNEW you'd give her a chance! Thanks for doing us such a favor! I'll go grab her right now!!"

Nikolai disappeared before he could even hear Sigma mutter something about not having said yes.

☆ . ° • . ☆ * .°

The strange tall man with a white braid and striped pants unlocked the door to the room and strutted in, humming a tune. He, not even looking at you, grabbed your wrist tightly and began to drag you somewhere yet again. You'd been in that little beige room for almost twenty minutes now, but it'd felt like you had barely sat down.

"Time to go, kiddo!" He chirped as he almost lifted you out of your metal folding chair with a single tug to your wrist. You had tried not to budge, but the man proved to have incredible strength. So, you walked out with him, struggling against his grasp even though it was futile. In fact, he ignored your muttering and wriggling, continuing to almost skip down the hall.

At last you two arrived at a door, and the strange man squatted down to meet your eyes. You thought he was unsuccessful, as the card covering his own left eye prevented him from looking into both of yours at once. He compensated for this by quickly darting his right eye back and forth.

"You're gonna go meet the man who's gonna take care of you, okay? Yeah? Make sure to be re-e-eal nice, alright? Let's put on a big smile, okay?!"

You continued to stare blankly ahead as the excitable man pushed open the doors and again dragged you into the room. There were more tall men, and your blank stare dropped into a scowl.

While being pulled forwards, you stopped struggling in favor of analyzing the odd characters before you.

Your eyes were first drawn to the pale, grey-haired man, asleep to your far right in a large wooden box. It was lined with some sort of soft-looking red texture, which you were sure you could've fallen asleep in too. However, what caught your attention the most was the man's striking lack of appendages and a sword where his stomach should be. You were sure it must've hurt a lot, and were glad he was getting rest.

You still scowled as you looked to the left of the sleeping man, you spotted two other figures you'd seen before. The grey-haired man in the red coat and the eery black-haired man. The grey-haired man annoyed you. When he had first caught you, scampering around in a forest near the abandoned cottage you had made into your home, he had picked you up and slung you over his shoulder like a sort of package. You had been incredibly frustrated and screamed until your voice gave out, pounding your fists against his back. He hadn't ever responded, and only spoke in short commands like "Stop" and "quiet." Worst of all, his breath smelled sour and dry, like those fermented drinks that the adults always had on rough nights.

You disliked the black-haired man too, but for different reasons. Where his grey friend paid almost no attention to you at all, you could always feel the dark man's eyes on you. He spoke in a saccharine tone and called you things like mishka and little one. His gaze almost felt full of contempt, and he kept physical distance from you like you were some sort of beast.

Looking around, you didn't see the black-haired man's other friend, the one with the bandages around his head. You were glad, because you didn't like him. He had said if you spied on his master he'd throw you out, and then spied on you himself the whole night.

Finally, right in front of you, was a man with choppy hair in half-purple and half-white. The inside of his coat sparkled like the sky when it was dark, which caught your attention. Being speedily pulled towards him by the man with the striped pants, you noticed the half-and-half's gaze on you.

You weren't surprised at his stare, as that tended to be a common reaction to your appearance. You weren't sure why. Maybe it was because your hair hung in your face like vines on the fence of an overgrown house, abandoned for years with no care. Maybe it was because your nearly-empty eyes had deep bags under them from all the times you'd lost sleep after seeing a vision. Maybe it was because you had only ever wore a musty hospital gown, if only for lack of better clothing options. Or maybe, maybe it was just because everyone thought your visions were the most important thing about you, and that you were some mystical oracle that knew their fate.

You gazed up at Mister-two-tone, not noticing his friend mouth "introduce yourself" to him before he knelt down and looked into your eyes, and glanced to the floor briefly before slowly offering his hand to you.

"My name is Mister Sigma. What's your name..?"

His voice was deep and serious, but gentle. You looked at this strange Mister Sigma's hand. You weren't sure what he wanted you to do with it, so you ignored it and kept staring into his eyes. Silence overwhelmed the room. Over a minute passed without your response, and Mister Sigma retracted his hand while you continued to stare him down.

It wasn't that you were shy, or that you'd forgotten your own name, or even that you didn't ever have one. You had been little y/n in your town until the people in white coats took you away and started calling you Subject Oh Thirty Eight, or Zero Three Eight, or even just Thirty-Eight. Then, the sterile white building had been flooded and you had run into a nearby forest, and suddenly you hadn't got any name at all. Or maybe you had, but it didn't really matter that much.

You were drawn out of your thoughts by that Mister Sigma interjecting again.

"So, I uh.. What's your favorite animal, kiddo?"

You had often enjoyed the company of feral cats in your town, and had seen some strange, fat striped-tail ones in the woods you occupied. However, you didn't understand why he would need to know, so you kept silent.

After about fifteen seconds of still staring into his eyes (you counted yourself), you were brought back into focus by his voice breaking the room's silence a third time.

"Is it true that you can see anything, anywhere?"

Oh, you knew the answer to this! Everyone who met you had asked. You noticed the eery black-haired man behind Mister Sigma narrow his eyes at you.

"I can't see the visions you want at will. I'm sorry."

Your voice was scratchy, both from the screaming you'd done the day earlier when the grey-haired man caught you and the fact that you barely talked anyways. This response, however, was easy to say after dozens of live practice sessions.

The two-toned Mister Sigma's eyes softened and he glanced to the side with an almost nervous look before looking back at you and smiling.

"That's alright, I don't need anything. I just wanted to know."

You continued to stare at him as he stood up and motioned his colleagues to come near. Card-face dropped your arm and sped over to the two-toned man along with everyone else, and they huddled around you in a whisper.

You stood silently and continued to stare.

☆ . ° • . ☆ * .°

It was at that moment Sigma swore he wouldn't get attached.

Hearing the first words from a glassy-eyed child be "I'm sorry" formed a new feeling of contempt for the world around him. He almost felt angry, hearing someone so young apologize for being unable to be of use.

Damn Fyodor for picking a child he saw so much of himself in.

Though the little child had seemed a little cold and almost feral, they seemed considerably easier to handle than what Sigma had expected. He'd almost expected a younger Nikolai. However, he wasn't relieved to find that their preferred form of conversation was a cold glare.

"So, Sig? Whaddya think, whaddya think? Don't keep us waiting any longer!!"

Sigma felt his colleagues' eyes on him. He glanced at his feet, then at the child (who made eye contact with him through their messy, overgrown locks. Sigma almost shivered.) then finally moved his eyes across his coworkers.

"I will take in the child," Fyodor and Fukuchi smiled while Nikolai nearly burst into joyful laughter. "Provided that the Decay covers all costs, time lost on the casino, and training efforts. This is my only offer."

"Ah, Sig, we knew you'd take her! Great, great!!" Nikolai sprang onto Sigma and hugged him, while Fyodor clapped politely. Fukuchi gave an almost half-hearted bow, clearly tired from this indecision.

"Thank you for doing this, Sigma. Route me your receipts every month and you'll be compensated. I'll have any documents needed for a front mailed to you soon."

Fukuchi took his leave soon after. Bram was carried out with him. Sigma pushed Nikolai off of him and looked to Fyodor.

"I'm glad I could convince you. Good evening, Sigma." Fyodor also left quickly, clearly wanting out before Sigma changed his mind.

Sigma turned to Nikolai, who had made his way to the little child and was shaking their hand furiously. They squirmed and grumbled.

"Bye bye, kiddo!! Have fun with Sig, okay? I'll drop by soon!"

He leaped up and trotted to Sigma, grasping his hands and staring into his face almost excitedly.

"Hey, Sig, good luck!! Congrats on your first kid!" Nikolai skipped out like some sort of madman, leaving Sigma and the child alone, watching each other.

He couldn't believe what he'd just agreed to.

☆ . ° • . ☆ * .°

As the strange white-haired man finally left, you were left alone in front of the table with Mister Sigma. He turned and stared at you. You kept watching him as you had. The way his hair moved was interesting to you. Every time he turned his head, it made a swishing motion. It was like some sort of fish you'd seen in the aquarium a long, long time ago. You couldn't remember its name.

"Well, it's getting late. I guess we'd, uh, better get going, yeah?" He asked, seeming slightly unsure of himself. He stepped towards you, and you instinctively stepped back.

He held out a hand to you slowly. You weren't quite sure what to make of it. Did he want you to take it? You weren't sure whether he knew that he could just take your hand himself, but you didn't tell him that. You'd had enough manhandling for two days.

He retracted his hand and let out a slight huff, glancing toward you before turning away towards the door.

"Come on, let's go home."

Mister Sigma walked towards the door, and you passively followed behind him. Leading you down the hallway, the only sound he made was the soft clack, clack, clack of his shoes on the floor. The two of you twisted and turned down the halls past several bland brown doors before exiting the building through a set of large glass sliders.

The twilight glistened, though not as beautifully as the inner liming of his coat that swayed along with his hair as he walked. The man pulled out a ring decorated by a large plastic button and a few metal keys. He clicked the button and one of the cars in the lot lit up and let out a quick honk. He turned to his car, a small white Toyota with sleek lights on the front and the back. Its interior consisted of grey leather seats, and a pair of red plush dice hanging from the mirror.

You followed him to the left side of the car, and he opened the front door before looking at you in confusion.

"You can sit on the other side, unless you'd like to sit in the back. This is the driver's seat, though, and I have to sit here."

He spoke cautiously for some reason, stepping over each word as if simply telling you to go sit on the other side was a mortal offense. It wasn't that important to you, but you did appreciate the explanation. You hadn't been told why you had to do something in a very long time, so it was a breath of fresh air.

You paced to the other side of the car, and mimicking how he did it, took the door handle in one hand and pulled it. The door barely budged, and you pulled again. On your third try, you set both palms on the handle and heaved it open.

You stepped into the car proudly, and sat down.

"Could you close the door, please?" Mister Sigma interjected, interrupting your sense of accomplishment. You pulled the door shut with both hands and glared at him. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he squinted a little at you.

"Are you okay?"

"Mhm."

Your mild frustration was dissolving quickly, and you relaxed your gaze. He looked down beside you and raised his pointer finger.

"Could you, uh, buckle your seatbelt?"

You weren't quite sure what that meant. You'd seen cars before, but any memory of being in one was hazy. Lightly tilting your head, you opened your mouth a bit.

"Do you need help?"

You shifted in your seat and nodded. He slowly reached over, watching you all the while, and dragged a large grey belt out of the seat and reached over you, placing it into a button on your other side. It made a little click, and he retracted his hands.

"Now we're ready to go."

Mister Sigma set his keys down beside him and started the car. It made a hum as he pulled out of the parking spot. You watched him closely, paying special attention to how his hair moved as he looked around. You could only see the white side right now, but it didn't matter that much to you.

You continued to watch him, his reactions, his movements as he drove. Whenever another car got in front of him, he seemed to purse his lips. Whenever the big light on the road turned red before he passed it, he'd let out a little sigh before relaxing his grip on the wheel. Whenever he stopped, he nervously glanced to the side. As soon as he met your eyes, he turned away, his hair swishing after him.

About halfway through your little drive and almost a dozen awkward glances, he parted his lips while looking forward towards the road.

"Why are you watching me so closely? Do you need something?"

You continued to watch him.

"No."

"Alright.. if you do, please let me know."

"I don't need anything, thank you."

He kept driving and looking ahead. You kept watching him, and at the next stop he turned to you and met your eyes in an uneasy gaze.

"I'm sorry, it's just... it's a little unsettling to have you watching my every move and I..." he trailed off.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop."

"It's alright, you're not in trouble, it's just that.. I'm just a little confused about why you're watching me so much. We've passed plenty of interesting things on the road, but you haven't taken your eyes off me since we started driving." He looked intently at you.

"Your hair."

"What about my hair? Is it the color?" He seemed to grow a little more nervous.

"It moves. It goes swish, swish when you move."

"Yes, I suppose it does..."

"Are there many people with long hair where you're from?" He seemed to pause at the end, searching for what to call you. The space in his words was filled with another long glance. The car continued moving.

"There aren't many people at all."

"Oh, I see."

The long drive continued in silence.

[ilovechuuy4]

Can I request hcs and a small scenorio with fyodor and a rebellious daughter reader? Like always sneaks out, talks back, gets into fights and gets terrible grades?

Why try so hard, Malyshka? ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

୨୧ Dad!Fyodor x Platonic! Rebellious Daughter ୨୧

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m not sure how long this will take when it comes out since I’m not usually doing dad!characters with kids/teenagers, but I hope you like it since I worked pretty hard on this! I feel like this would have been so much easier if there was a bit more description on how you wanted this all to go in the end! But that’s all right hope you enjoy!

Headcanons ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

• Dad!Fyodor isn't the one of get mad for his kid acting rebellious

• Dad!Fyodor would talk to his kid about why and what is wrong and why they are acting this way

• Dad!Fyodor is calm and collective, he'll let his kid ramble about/to him all they want about what's wrong

• Dad!Fyodor isnt upset but he's disappointed

• Dad!Fyodor isn't the type to ground his kid for their grades but he would discipline

Scenario୨୧꙳ᕯ

It was a typical school day for you, walking through the halls of your school, nobody else there because you decided to skip once more. The halls empty as you make your way out the school entirely. You were aware that your grades were dropping drastically but it's not like your father was telling at you for it, that you knew of.

But once you step out the school premises, you receive a call, uh oh..your father. You hesitatly answer the call as the thick Russian voice of your father's fills your right ear. "I know you aren't at school, come home now." You felt your heart sink a bit, were you really in trouble now?

You decided to make your way home just incase you were actually in trouble. And once you arrive home, you're met with a disappointed Fyodor standing in front of the front door, arms crossed. "So you finally decided to come home, y/n?" His voice was thick with disappointment as he stared at you. "Well, uhm..yea." You didn't have much to say when he confronted you.

"We need to talk, I'm highly disappointed Y/N. I told you to get your grades up and yet you still choose to disobey me and continue with your rebellious acts?" His voice was sharp when he spoke, boy were you in trouble your father wasn't ever well, this disappointment in you. I mean yes you've snuck out and caused fights but when it came to your grades you assumed your father cared more.

"Well..I just..uhm well-" You couldn't put your thoughts into words yes you were being rebellious 'nd acting on impulse but there was a reason, right.? You sigh twiddling your thumbs as you think you a second. "Well, it's just some things in the classes are difficult and they are a bit none understandable." You mutter softly, that was an obvious lie and Fyodor knitted his eyebrows together.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. You aren't a good lier and it shows." Fyodor states, uncrossing his arms and letting them drop to his hips. "Well I thought if I did rebellious things you'd spend more time with me!" You blurt out, well it was more than the truth. Yes, you thought having the "cool" act was well, cool. But it was sorta just stupid.

"Oh Malyshka, what do you mean.?" His voice changed from disappointed to concern. "Spend more time with you? Sweetheart you know how busy I am with work but if you and just asked I would find a day I'm off." His voice was soft now, more concern than disappointment now.

"Well it's just you're always busy so I can't have the chance to talk to you. So I kinda just thought you know." You said, rubbing the back of his neck. But then you feel your father's slender frame wrapping around you in a welcoming hug.

"Why try so hard Malyshka? It's not necessary I still love you the same okay? Just be you, please quit the rebellious acts though?" He hums softly, putting a soft kiss on your hair.

[uhhhandskullanon]

ISTANBUL (NOT CONSTANINOPLE) - THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS . yandere platonic fyolai DOA + ADA x reader fic NOTES (part 3 : spoilers for future part :3) . possible spoilers for ch. 57+, ep. 42+, and kamui identity part one | part two

❝even old new york, was once new amsterdam...❞

reader jumps off building and starts doing sm crazy parkour shi from balcony to balcony (learned from time w agency)

reaches floor n SPEEDS AWAY like a PUSSY /j

fyodorat and nikolalallala come too late n they see reader speeding off wo sparing them another glance

get very angrye

two bfs have angrery doa meeting

reader has some plot bullshit sense of direction and finds ranpo (yippee >< !!)

ranpo + poe + reader save dilf man

while this happen other doa member get obsessed w reader too (oof sucks to suck LSOERR)

sigma > mutual feeling of being trapped w crazy homosexuals makes him bond w u despite never once have spoken to u

bram > idfk pretend he sees shi thru the vamps n he sees u n u remind him of liek some long time friend reincarnation shit like w aya idfk

kamui/fu(c)kuchi > ermm well so like yeah idk ill make sm bs up later

reader meets up w kunikissdaman n liek idk fluff moment yay

disaster😱!!!

reader = kidnapped by vampire

ada = chaos

fyodor = jail

dazai = jail

dazai v fyodor evil discussion ovr reader

ermmm reader get dragged to leik merusault bc fukuchi n bram wanna meet them

sigma finds them halfway

gains readers trust via half-truths

reader gets dragged awya AGAON

meets bram > seems cool

meet fukuchi > hates but hifes it bcc no wanna die

thats all i got for now JSJSJ

❝...why they changed it, i can't say, people just liked it better that way!❞

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I hope this isn’t too much to ask for 😅 could you write something about a high school dropout user who’s doing really good in life, she has a girlfriend (use Jane as a name pls), she’s living really good in a fancy apartment, she has a good job as a sales rep and kinda streams on the side. But she has to go to a family reunion and so she takes some of the bsd characters with her (preferably dazai, kunikida, and fyodor) and her father doesn’t like that she’s doing so good without doing what he wanted her to do to succeed, but the bsd characters back her up and take her side and defend her.

Here, I hope you enjoy it. 

You are happy, and that's the most important thing

Platonic! Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader x Platonic! Self-Aware! Kunikida Doppo x Self-Aware! Platonic! Fyodor Dostoevsky

Description: You are happy with your life. Unfortunately, you had to met with person, who doesn't like your current life. Thankfully, you have friends by your side.

Established Relationships (reader has a girlfriend)

Warning: OOC. Judgmental father. English is my second language.

🐾 Some people say, that you need to go to college, to be successful in your life.

🐾 But, in some cases, you don't need it. 

🐾 You were extremely lucky. 

🐾 Despite being a high school dropout, you manage to succeed in life.

🐾 You had a well-paid job, you had a fancy apartment, you were quite popular streamer. And, last, but not least, you had a perfect girlfriend. Jane was the sweet girl. She was the best girlfriend in the whole world.

🐾 And, after some events in your life, you got a bunch of new friends.

🐾 But, you wish, you didn't have to speak to people, who judge your life choices.

🐾 Unfortunately, you had to meet with him.

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"Are you sure, you want to take us three to your family reunion?" asked Fyodor, looking at you skeptically. You nodded and take a sip from your tea cup.

"Yea. Don't want to deal with my father's comments by myself?"

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"But why us? Why can't Jane accompany you? Or someone else? Why choose me, Dazai and Dostoevsky?"

You explained.

"Jane is out of town and won't be there during the family reunion. As for why you three... Well, I just want someone to support me. I could ask Gogol, Kaji and Q... But I am pretty chill with my other relatives and don't want to ruin the reunion for them. So... Will you three come?"

Dazai was the first one to agree.

"I am with you."

Fyodor nodded, still looking skeptical.

"I still can't see how we can help you, but, fine, I'm in."

Kunikida only nodded.

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🐾 Soon the day of the reunion come.

🐾 You and three of your new friends arrived at your grandparents' house, where the reunion will be held.

🐾 Some of your relatives were already there. They were curious about your life and people, who came with you.

🐾 So far, so good. No one was judging you, and your aunt wanted to meet Jane.

🐾 Kunikida, Dazai and Fyodor were doing great. They were talking with some of your cousins.

🐾 But, of course, something had to go wrong.

🐾 Your father arrived. And he was disappointed at you.

___________

"[Y/N], when will you stop fooling around and go to college? You can't spend all your life without proper education! I was doing everything so you can become a lawyer! And you are an ungrateful child, who burnt her chance for a normal life."

It... hurts. You wanted to be accepted by your father, but, he didn't want to listen to you. For him, you were a failure, who destroyed her chance for a good life, because she didn't follow his plan.

You were shaking. And then, your new friends back you up.

Dazai grinned, but his gaze was terrifying.

"And how did you succeed in this life? Your daughter is a good person, and she is happy with the life she has now."

Fyodor's eyes were cold as eyes.

"Your daughter has a bid appointment, girlfriend, job and hobby that she loves. In my opinion, she already has a good life."

Kunikida looked stern, like he was a teacher, disciplining your father.

"She is a hard-working person, who live her life at fullest, despite dropping from high school. So, don't you dare judge her"

You feel happy. It was great, that they were on your side.

Your father didn't know what to say. He looked away, mumbles something, and left the reunion early.

__________

🐾 The rest of the reunion were peaceful. No one was judging, no one was questioning if you are really happy.

🐾 You were in a good mood.

🐾 At the end, you were happy with your life. And it was the most important thing for you.

[wizardfrog69]

Hey again! :D A similar request as the last one, but this time the child is smaller (10-11), and Fyodor and Nikolai raise them together! I just wanna see how good they would be at parenting together TvT (i love your writing!!)

Thaaaank yoooouuuuuu :))))))

Thanks for your request!!!!!

'•.¸♡ parenting ♡¸.•'

Gn!reader (platonic)

Fyodor x Nikolai ig, weather you see it as platonic or not is up to you.

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Again, who the fuck knows where Nikolai found a random child but he found you and now he's rasing you with Fyodor.

Tbh they are shit at parenting, like a clown and a manipulative bitch as parents? That child is growing up to be fucked up for real.

Okay, I've calmed down a bit, let's continue.

In this scenario Nikolai and Fyodor live together.

The first time Fyodor met you was when he came home to you sleeping on the sofa and Nikolai making something to drink in the kitchen.

'Why is there a child in out living room?' Fyodor asked, confession lingering in his voice.

'Their name is y/n and they are our new child!' Nikolai explained with a smile while preparing a cup of tea for Fyodor.

'Why?' Fyodor's tone was more of an annoyed one this time.

'Why not?' Nikolai placed a tea bag in a cup before pouring the water in.

Fyodor just sighed and accepted the fact that you were going to live with them now.

Fyodor isn't around that much naturally so you were closer to Nikolai but whenever Fyodor was around he didn't seem as scary as people made him out to be.

Fyodor did try to take care of you properly, educating you if he had the time and when he didn't he told you what to learn and gave you a plan until your next lesson, Fyodor wasn't the best teacher and had a hard time comprehending the fact that you were 10 and 10 year olds (including most of the population) aren't as smart as him.

Does Nikolai try to teach you anything? Nope, maybe some magic tricks here and there but other than that not much. Education is restricting in some ways and doesn't let the mind be creative and learn on its own so they way to be as free as one could get is to not learn stuff which will restrict the person and their imagination, now one should still attend school because you need to learn and stuff.

Since Fyodor is out at work most of the time you are left alone with Nikolai, you're too young to be left alone so Nikolai has to take care of you but he also has work and who else would be a great Babysitter than everyone's favourite: Sigma!

Nikolai said he had to go to work and you couldn't go with him so he took you to a good friend by the name of Sigma.

Without a knock Nikolai burst in through the door and startled a man sitting by a desk doing some paper work. 'Quiz time! Why am I here?' Nikolai announced while you awkwardly stood slightly behind him. Sigma didn't answer and only stared in disbelief at you for a few seconds before practically shouting at Nikolai 'Why on earth do you have a child with you?!'

Nikolai only laughed him off and started to walk up to him. By the time you two were in front of the desk Sigma calmed down and spoke in softer and more calmer tone to you trying to be as nice as he could while not being irritated by Nikolai. 'Is everything okay? Do you need help?'

Nikolai laughed at his questions and asked him to look after you for a while before leaving you there.

Sigma became a regular Babysitter to you and the longer you spend there the more activities became available to you. Sigma get some board games or something so the two of you could play while being there.

But what if Sigma cannot take care of you? Well the only option is bring-your-child-to-work day for Fyodor. He told you to just kinda chill there and stay quiet as he typed away but you cannot expect a child to sit I'm silence for hours and hours on end.

'Fyodor... I'm sorry but I'm hungry.' You were sitting on the floor surrounded by cables and what not. Fyodor stopped his typing and look at you, at the time and back to you, it was (whatever time you eat dinner) so he decided to take you somewhere to eat something.

The most likely scenario is the two of you going back to his house so he can make something for you to eat but if he's in a rush he'll get take out or something.

Since today was more of a busy day for him he told you to get up and the two of you left for town to get something, he wasn't going to call for take out, that would risk people knowing where he lives and that is bad, very bad.

You had a great time out, you did mostly walk in silence to the restaurant and turn back but it was still nice. On your way there you spotted a cat and wanted to pet it but Fyodor was moving quickly ahead and didn't bother to stop for a simple cat.

Once going back the cat was still in its and you ran up to the cat carefully as to not scare it away and started petting it. The cat was woke up but didn't move still enjoying the sun. Fyodor caught up to you rather quickly but instead of moving along not paying attention he stopped and let you pet the cat for a little before telling you that you two have to leave.

You two got back and ate your food making light conversation

I don't believe Fyodor has any other chairs beside his own in his office so you have to sit on the floor or stand.

Overall Nikolai and Fyodor aren't the best parents a child could ask for but not the worst, they care for their child and their wellbeing.

Also Nikolai insists on calling him тато (tato: dad) or pa or something like that.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Тато is Ukrainian btw

His is longer than expected and honestly I could keep going.

Have a wonderful day/night and do something you enjoy.

-love, Az

[iloveyanderes]

part two of my last post

your eyes felt heavier then a boulder, currently they were impossible to open, instead of being disturbed by this, you instead went through the military regime that you were taught.

seeing if your okay by using all five of your senses

first lets try touch, you can’t move your limbs but you could feel, this is odd it feels like your on a really soft covers, to soft to be a hospital bed, your legs don’t feel completely paralyzed you must be under some sort of pain medication.

moving onto taste, you can open your mouth slightly and the oxygen is forced into your mouth, oh it’s a ventilator machine, if there’s one of these it’s more likely wherever you are is not dangerous, it is very good that you have an assistant with breathing.

smelling, the room smells quite nice, it reminds you of that time you went into a rich persons house to arrest them, the smell however is almost too overwhelming, it gives you the slightest of head aches.

Hearing, something is a bit off with your ears, it's very hard to hear out of them, maybe the blast of the bomb did something to them.

Last one sight, come on you can do this, open them open them- your eyes shot open only to immediately close them when the bright lights pierced your sight, slowly you dared to open them again, this time the lights were more gentle.

A few more blinks and you could see properly, look around you were right about the rich people smell, this entire place was decorated by pure gold and leather couches, did you get saved or abducted by a rich person?

The more you looked the more fancy the room got, what wasn't fancy was the little creature sitting on your bed.

Is that a racoon??

You and the racoon made eye contact, almost immediately it rubbed itself on your shoulder, oh my gods this thing was adorable.

Your body was covered by a large thick silky blanket, attempting to move your hands upward to pet the racoon but you were stopped by a stinging pain, oh right your arms and legs are burned.

What you didn't notice about this room yet was the scared looking fluffy brunette, what is he doing? Why did he look terrified?

"are you okay?" You asked him, he shot up from his hiding place, clearly flabbergasted, as if you merely talking to him was surprising.

Wtf? Getting the strength to sit up you do, he was even more surprised.

"wait!- no no! Your not supposed to get up yet!" He bolted across the room, pushing you back down on these unbelievably soft sheets.

Him touching you however made him go back to flabbergasted mode, "I'm so sorry!" He yelled out.

"wait no! It's okay, don’t freak out” you try to comfort him.

“I am not freaking out!” he almost yells at you, it’s not quite yelling, it’s more of a full blown panic attack.

“don’t to anything he says, he’s an introverted idiot” said a teasing voice that came from other side of the room, your face whips to look at the source of the voice.

oh crap, it’s that weirdo that tried to shoot you earlier, your normal clothes have been replaced so your knife is gone, you don’t have anything to threaten him with.

pretend to go for the attack but actually go for the run.

ripping an iv off of your arm you go with your plan, the guy instinctively prepares for the attack, last second you whip around him and your out in the hallway.

“wait! come back, your not healed yet-”he calls out, trying that strategy huh? not gonna work.

you must have been out for at least three days because your arms feel a lot better, your legs still sting a bit but that’s because your using them to run.

this place was far larger then you imagined, it was a lot bigger then a mansion the hallways felt endless but eventually you managed to find something that looked like an exit.

you manage to get three steps away from the exit, but then something weird wrapped itself around your body, are these grape vines?

then your lifted into the air, dangling upwards as more vines come to restrain you what the heck?

the guy who had tried to shoot you yesterday caught up with your new attack, looking downwards your new attacker has grapevines coming out of his shoulder, damn ability users.

needless to say you got thrown back into the room that you started in, this time one of your hands were handcuffed to the bed.

"I was abducted by rich people" you mumble, "great"

You lay down on the bed for at least five minutes before something else happened.

The door opened to reveal yet another blonde guy but this time he radiated rich.

"who are you?" You asked him, he simply smiled and pulls out a leather chair, then sits on it.

"feel free to call me Scott" he answered, smiling at you with the rich boy face.

"and why am I here?" This is the typical type of question when being faced with a kidnapping, what was not typical was what he said next.

"because your the reincarnation of my daughter" what the actual fuck, the flabbergasted feeling must have went to my face because he then started to monologue.

"I know, it's so hard to believe, I didn't believe it at first but the signs are all there, you have the same tone of voice, hair style, and taste in movies..." I don't know how long someone could rant about this but he went on forever, saying bullshit.

"are you done?" You finally got In, hoping to shut him up.

"ah yes, it seems your a lot stronger then you look, so where gonna have to keep you restrained in some way, hmm handcuffs seem good for now but where gonna have to move to something different soon.. perhaps sedatives?” oh hell no.

“just chain my foot or something” a chain is something that you can easily lockpick out of.

“that’s an amazing idea, your so smart just like my daughter!” he seemed very cheery, you on the other hand were not so happy.

‘that is a stupid idea, i’m a trained military official, you should be using way more then just chains’ you thought, though this is going towards your advantage, good.

after that he basically forced you to take a bath, no it wasn’t really force it was more of a gentle suggestion that eventually turned into a flat out you stink go fix it.

this guy had more hair products then your entire life worths, how many products does one man need?

his bathroom was disgustingly large, rich people always big.

chilling in the bathtub wasn’t bad it gave you a large amount of time to think, in a kidnapping situation thinking time is the most important, so this is valuable.

the best chance is to escape at night, the shadows from it hiding your presence, though he is rich enough to have over a hundred guards running around.

hmmm what to do...

“excuse me? miss name” said a voice from outside of the bathroom, someone you haven’t heard from yet.

“who are you” you asked, do maids still help rich people bath? this person sounded masculine so he wouldn’t open it right?

“my name is tecchou, i’m here to save you” he responded, almost instantly you chocked, water getting into your mouth.

the tecchou, the tecchou of the hunting dogs that you’ve idolized for so long, he of all people came to save you?

then the memory of being accepted into them came into your mind and you realized they must have been extremely worried when there new recruit went MIA.

you were too busy gathering all of your thoughts to realize the door was slowly opening.

“wait! don’t open that door” it stopped opening, thank god.

“why are you okay, are you being threatened" he immediately we the defense.

"no....it's because I'm naked" god that felt embarrassing moment say.

He stopped talking, "can you be...unnaked"

What the..... You know what your just going to stop questioning ever stupid thing that's happening to you.

"give me five minutes" he obliged, waiting patiently.

Quickly changing you notice that there is a tracker on the clothing score of had given you, you can probably get rid of these later, he may be powerful but he's not powerful enough to beat the hunting dogs.

Tecchou had managed to sneak in using one of the maid uniforms and disguising himself as a women, to you it was honestly kind of funny, though to him it must have been a horror.

If it was then his face didn't show it.

You were about to ask what the plan was but then you heard an explosion from the other end of the mansion.

'what is with people and explosions lately' you thought, clearly distressed.

"what was that!?" You yelled at tecchou, he looked dumbfounded for a moment.

"a distraction, I guess" he shrugged.

Opening the nearest window you prepare to hope out but you were stopped by tecchou.

"what?" You asked him wondering why he stopped you.

"it's to high up for you" what the? This was confusing because you've jumped down far greater heights, is it because of your injured legs? Well you gotta prove to him that you are more then capable.

Pushing him off of you, you fall backwards, doing a flip and landing perfectly on your feet.

"see, I can do it" you yelled at him, he frowned but jumped down too.

The two of you made it through the large forest that all rich people have right out of there houses for some reason.

"so what do we do next?" You ask once your outside the property, eager to do something for one of your idols.

he looked at you for a moment, “oh you really won’t be doing anything..”

about to ask what that means you let your guard down, a large force hit the back off your head and your were forced onto the ground.

but who attacked you? tecchou was right in front of you, you couldn’t turn around and yet again you found yourself passing out.

{another time skip, so sorry I keep using passing out as a plot device}

Once again your eyes opened, the place you were at felt way more familiar, this is a military bunker, you can tell by the dark lighting and the beds stacked up on top of each other.

Who the hell knocked you out?

Getting up you breath in and out, then before you can take another steady breath your suddenly tackled back onto the bed by a smaller but much stronger force then yourself.

"oh my god! It's so great to finally be able to meet you" said the voice of whoever had tackled you.

Looking down you saw a little girl with red hair, she looked to be about ten years old but something told you that she was much older then that, she clung to you like a koala.

"uh, nice to meet you too" you stammered out, patting the girls back, "where am I?"

"the hunting dogs hq" you nearly passed out again, isn't that like In another country? How long were you out?!

"then why did your subordinates feel the need to knock me out" the back of your head stings a bit.

"oh that was jouno, he's a pain in the ass"

Wait if you were with tecchou, and the guy you got knocked out was jouno, does this mean the little girl in front of you is.....

Wait a minute, this girl is...

Teruko Okura!

Oh my god, oh my god.

"are you okay??"

Immediately you bowed down, accidentally knocking her off of you, placing you hands right next to your thighs you begin to apologize.

"I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to recognize you, pls forgive me!" Getting killed by a queen feared even by her own allies is not an ideal situation, your only hope now was to beg for forgiveness.

Teruko did not say anything, you kept your forehead strictly on the bed so you couldn't see her facial expression, god this was nerve wrecking.

Then after what felt like forever teruko finally said something, "you know what would make me happy?"

You don't know, your organs spilling out? "No" you said.

Another painfull moment passed, "if we dance!" She grabs onto your arm and suddenly you shrink to the size of when you were 9.

What!? Looking at your body your a child again, what is going on!? Teruko spins you around and around, the weirdest form of dancing you've ever experienced.

"stop bullying her teruko" came a voice from someone who had just entered the room, it was harder to look at him because of your new size.

"but jouno!!! I wanna dance" teruko cried, for someone with such a terrifying reputation, she cries really easily.

And wait isn't this jouno the guy that knocked you out, before you had the chance to speak you were an adult again, it's pretty easy to assume that teruko had turned you back.

"your jouno right?" You asked, the white haired male with his eyes closed, he nodded.

"did you really have to knock me out?"

"of course, it gave tecchou something to do so I didn't have to talk to him" wow, using you to deal with his problems.

"okay.. so where are we now?"

"in france" wtf!!! They brought you all the way to France, isn't that illegal, what happened to consent!?

"I did not agree to this"

"I don't care" what an ass.

Teruko felt the need to butt into our conversation and your glad she did, "well forget about that, there something I realllly wanted to show you"

"oh that's cool, I'd love to see it" you follow teruko as she drags you somewhere.

(another time skip because I'm so close to finishing this fic)

A bright light came from the other side of the room, naturally you went to investigate though you were a lot more cautious because the last time you went to investigate something in the middle of the night a bomb exploded.

The light came from a computer and on it was someone you never expected.

"dazai?" You accidentally said outloud, looking around you made sure you hadn't waken anyone, luckily you hadn't.

Grabbing some headphones you turn on the speaker, "dazai what are you doing here" you asked hushly.

He looked serious, "listen name, I don't have much time but you need to get out of their was fast as you can, you need to hide from everyone in town"

"what do you mean?" Oddly enough you felt compelled to listen to dazai.

"the hunting dogs have already taken you to France, do you know where your they're"

"no"

"because Fyodor Dostoevsky is there, he wants you"

"what! Why?"

"I have very short time, just know your in danger you have to leave France as soon as possible" for some reason you believed him, the deepest part of your brain told you that he was telling the truth.

"understood, thank you so much for warning me" dazai nodded, you shut the chrome book off and immediately went for some money, there were most likely trackers on all of your clothing so you needed to find new ones, you also don't have your passport so your going to have to find some weird way outside of the country, maybe by water?

Heading into the hallway, you look left and right, no one so you should be good to go-

"where are you going" suddenly jouno was behind you.

"nowhere" you responded attempting to remain calm, but right next to the hunting dogs that was impossible.

"you didn't hear anything you weren't supposed to right?" Dear Xie lian his voice sounded terrifying.

"no" goddammit that no sounded bad.

"then why don't I believe you"

"because you have trust issues"

And that's how you found yourself being dragged all the way to the mightiest prison in the entire world, one that holds even the most powerful criminals.

You were thrown into a large dark room, it was a good five minutes before anything happened.

A light turned on to reveal the devil himself, Fyodor whose last name is to hard to spell and I don't want to.

He was sitting on a chair, without thinking you grabbed a strangely conveniently placed knife and started to stab him.

(you stabbed him for plot convince okay)

You did again and again, he never once screamed or attempted to stop you, it was odd.

Then the all the lights turned on at once, the Fyodor that you had stabbed wasn't there anymore, then a door from the side opened to reveal none of them the man himself, Fyodor ratlord.

"pleasant day isn't it name?"

"what?" You said in disbelief, "if your their...then who did I stab?"

"you should look at yourself" like he ordered you did look at yourself, you stared in shock as you saw at least 15 stab wounds on yourself.

"but??how" you stammered out, Fyodor went up to you and helped you lay down.

"shhh shh, don't bother talking I still need you to alive when I monologue about my love" he whispered into your ear.

"what did you do" you ask, defying him. Fyodor frowned.

"simple actually, I wanted you but you were halfway across the world so I brainwashed everyone so they'd eventually take you to me"

"but why"

"because I love you" how does that work! At this point you lost your ability to speak but Fyodor knew what you were going to say.

"love works in many different ways, sometimes it's peaceful but in my case it's rather destructive, I love you so much that I want to kill you"

The distress of dying finally hit you, tears ran down your face, you didn't want to die.

Seeing this Fyodor smiled his grin devilish, "don't worry name, I'll be joining you too"

"there's just some stupid dogs I need to take care off"

Then the cold embrace of death hit you, why did you ever even bother living in the first place.

Then end.

Authors note: wow, I did not mean to make this so angsty but it's kinda just the way it went, thanks so much for waiting this long and I'm so glad I finally finished it.

Have a good day!

[luvfy0dor]

Ong I love your platonic Fyodor x reader fics!!! My affection starved ass could never— Anyway, can I request Fyodor (platonic ofc) with a teen!reader that acts similarly to him? Cunning and intelligent (he trained them (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)) while also accidentally picking up his habits etc etc. If you accept this request do you mind also making the reader adopted by him? If not, may you still have a nice day/night!! :3

“Honestly, I'm Just Like You ♡⁠˖" Fyodor Dostoevsky w/ Child!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; nail biting, Google translate Russian

Description; Fyodor sits down to help you with your homework and realizes you have similar habits to him.

A/n; Thank you so so much for the compliments!!! I hope you like this, I'm sorry if the scenario is kind of short 3:

• Biting your nails is one of the most prominent habit you pick up from him. You just find your nails between your teeth subconsciously

• You also pick up bits and pieces of the Russian language. Specifically the annoyed or frustrated words that Fyodor would let out every now and again.

• Fyodor heavily sighs a lot. All the time. It is more frequent when he's stressed, though.

• The ability to flawlessly lie to people seems to be engrained in your blood. It could be about anything and people would still believe you because of both you're believability and your 'good kid' reputation. Exactly the way Fyodor raised you.

• When he first adopted you, you were already ten years old, so he immediately started recommending you read classic literature - Catcher in the Rye, To Kill a Mockingbird, etc.

• He also helped you with some of your school work, making sure you did it as soon as you were assigned it so you could just get it done and over with.

• 100% plays chess with you regularly. He teaches you all the pieces and rules of the game and challenges you to one day beat him.

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Fyodor walked to the kitchen to get water for the two of you while you sat with your homework in front of you. You couldn't help but feel frustrated by the seemingly impossible math problems that even your genius of a father had a difficult time with. You chewed on your nails while you looked over the problem, desperately trying to figure out what you were supposed to be doing while Fyodor returned to the dining room table with two glasses of water. His brows furrowed when he noticed you biting your nails, quickly swatting your hand away from your mouth. "Malyshka, don't develop that habit, it's no good." He tells, sitting down next to you.

You frowned and sighed. "It can't be that bad if you do it all the time." You mumble, your head resting against your fist. "I believe the phrase goes 'do as I say, not as I do.'" He says, reading the problems on the paper. "This is easy, you can do this on the calculator, can you not?" He says, pushing the calculator towards you. "No. It says to solve it algebraically and I dunno how to do that." Fyodor stares at it for a moment, sighing. "We can YouTube this if it is such a big deal. Pull a tutorial up on your phone." Your father says, watching as you typed in the key words into the search bar. You propped the phone up against a candle in the center of the table, letting out a loud sigh almost identical to your father's. He glanced at you from the side of his eye with his brows furrowed, inhaling and watching the video.

The further into the video you got, the more annoyed and frustrated you got. You put your pencil down and buried your face in your hands, groaning as you did so. "Я так ненавижу это..¹" Fyodors expression immediately turned from a frown to one of surprise. "Did you learn that from me?" He asks, an eyebrow raised. You nod and hum in the affirmative, lifting your head back out of your hands and opening your eyes to the bright dining room lighting again. "You do a lot of stuff that I do. Are you just around me that much?" He asks quietly, his voice soft. "I guess so. Why? Is that a bad thing?" He shakes his head, "Not at all, it just really surprises me. I'm actually very happy about it." He says calmly, leaning over and kissing your forehead. "Guess you just haven't absorbed all of my intelligence. Finish your homework, Malyshka." He ruffles your hair and walks off to prepare dinner. "You couldn't solve it either!" You roll your eyes and pick the pencil back up, continuing your agonizing task of finishing your math homework.

Я так ненавижу это - "I hate this so much" loosely, it's from Google translate so idk how accurate that is 😭

A/n; - AHHHH I'm so so sorry if this looks/feels rushed, I hope it doesnt- I just had a hard time figuring out habits Fyodor might have besides nail biting, but I think I still did decent. Thank you so much for the request!! 🩷