#platonic nikolai gogol

[invidiia]

SCENARIO : As If your parents being two terrorists already wasn’t enough, now you’ve got the fact that they are absolutely obsessive and possessive over you.

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LIGHT / FLUFF FIC : 445 WORDS

LISTEN TO : Fine - Lemon Demon

It was late at night, Fyodor, your father, had been working a bit too much as of late. Despite him always worrying (even behind his cold and unfeeling demeanor, you could easily tell.) over you, here you and your dad, Nikolai, were, ready to fuss over him not actually taking of himself.

“...Father, you know that you have to sleep at least for two hours, right? I know you’re working on some illegal stuff or whatever, but how are you going to go through with them if you can’t even lift your finger? And don’t get me started on that blood cup thing you were trying to do - you know your anemia cannot handle that—” You were scolding him, which your dad found quite amusing because, well, you were supposed to be the one being fussed over.

Your father, however, did not find it as amusing, but he did find it endearing that you cared for him so much.

“Yes yes, I am aware of how I almost passed out not even half an hour later, you’ve repeated that for the last hour you’ve been scolding me, darling.”

“Don’t get cocky with me now, and get to bed while you’re still able to even be on your feet.”

Your father, only sighed out before slowly (and admittedly, wobbly) out of his chair and away from his (big ass) computer screens. Nikolai took this chance to throw him over his shoulder proudly, something he’d never be able to do if your father had all his energy, and started to carry him towards his bed as your father just groaned, the sight making you stifle a laugh, especially with the way he was just swaying like a piece of paper in the wind.

“Go get him something to eat or something - I don’t know,” Your dad exclaimed, and despite his playful demeanor, you knew he cared a lot about your father, just as much (if not more,) as you did, so you went into the kitchen, grabbing a bar of dark chocolate and walking back to his bedroom to see the two in the bed - or more so, Nikolai whining to get in the bed while Fyodor denied over and over his requests to cuddle. 

Pushing (or more so, prying) your dad off and away from the bed so you could hand your father the dark chocolate bar, he thanked you.

“Thank you, as odd as it is to have my own kid… yelling at me, it does mean something to me, at least.”

“It’s reallllllll funny watching Fyo-Fyo getting yelled at though!”

“Not helpful.”

“Boo-hoo.”

“...I can’t believe you two are adults and full-blown criminals sometimes.”

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hellooo!! Ik I just requested but I can't help it- I love ur fics Soo much!!

Can I request a teen!reader who is touch starved and their love language is physical touch? They are an absolute cuddle bug. Their parents (step dad+ bio mom) don't really give her much affections and reader is a quiet and shy kid so she doesn't ask for them either way. Though her quietness was the effect of their father dying when they were 6. Their father was the closest to them. If possible can I get this with Ranpo, Poe and Nikolai? And maybe some head cannons for the rest?

I want to say so much more but I don't wanna bother you😔

You don't bother me, so, don't worry.

And I am sorry l, that it takes so long for me to do your request.

Hugs for a good mood

Self-Aware! Platonic! Nikolai Gogol x Fem! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Sigma

Self-Aware! Platonic! Ranpo Edogawa x Fem! Teen! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Edgar Allan Poe

Description: Sometimes, all you need is a hug to make a good day into a perfect day.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

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A large, colorful box with “Hugs for a good mood” written on it was finally ready.

Paint the TV box, decorate it, write the phrase... It took two hours, despite the fact that your dad helped you. Well, he did most of the work, while five-year-old you were coloring pictures you want to put on the box.

You wanted to climb into the box, but dad stopped you. His big hand ruffle your hair.

"You can't play with this right now. Wait for paint to dry, [Y/N]. Okay?"

You nodded and hugged his leg.

"Okay, dad."

He chuckled and picked you up, giving you a hug.

You giggled. Live was fun and full of hugs.

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The next year he died. And shyness replaced your easygoing nature.

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It's been few years since your dad died. You were a teen now and were going to school.

The school bell rang, you pick up your bag and books. The day was over.

You walked down school hall. You saw, how your classmates were leaving in groups, while talking. You were alone. Too shy to make friends, you were on your own.

You bit your lip and walked faster. You just want to go home.

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Your mom and stepdad were at work. Of course, they always have their phones with them in case of emergency, and you also weren't a kid anymore. But, you really want to have someone near right now.

You wanted a hug.

Your mom was a good mom. She loves you. You aren't holding it against her, that she remarried. Your step-father was a good guy. He respected you, didn't force you to call him dad, didn't force spending time with him. He and mom let you get used to the new situation in your own speed.

You were grateful. But, if only... If only they hugged you more often... Much, much more often.

They loved you. But didn't like hugs.

And you were too shy to ask.

You ate your lunch and went to your room. You will do your homework and will be free to do whatever you want.

And will try not to look in the "Hugs for a good mood" box you still have in your room. That now was in the corner and full of books.

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Few hours later. In BSD World

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Sigma felt, how Little Light landed in his head, cuddling him. Guiding Light's voice, coming from above, followed.

"New Sigma's card has such a great attack. I am so lucky I got it."

Her voice, as usual, sounds warm and soft.

Sigma smiles. The portal soon will be ready, and they will finally see Guiding Light in person. Sigma wonders, how their first meeting will her will go. Sigma was lost in thought and didn't notice, how Nikolai, with a butterfly net, was sneaking up on him.

Little Light left Sigma's head the moment before Nikolai swing his net. Little Light flew away, and Nikolai's butterfly net was on Sigma's hair. Nikolai quickly freed Sigma, and with a quick "Sorry, Sigma

", chased after Little Light.

Sigma rubbed his temples. Little Light was just a floating blob of light, it didn't have body. Anyone who tried to pet it (a.k.a. Oda and Fukuzawa), had their fingers go through Little Light. But Nikolai still tries to catch Little Light (with net) and pet it.

Well, whatever keeps him occupied.

And Guiding Light will have so many head pats from Nikolai.

Sigma chuckled. Soon.

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Few months later

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You were in your new room. The last few months were wild.

First, BSD Cast were real and adopted you before you met them in person. Second, after a very long discussion with your parents, they agreed to share custody over you. With daily phone calls to mom, weekend visits to mom's house, with spending half of the holidays with her.

The relationship between BSD Cast and your parents were good. Even great. Koyouou and your mom quickly became friends, and your step-father and Steinbeck watched games together from time to time.

Your family became bigger. If only there were more hugs.

A knock on the door interrupt you thought.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Can I come in?"

Ranpo's voice was cheerful. You clear your throat and answered.

"Yes!"

The Best Detective in the World ("you can call me Big Brother Ranpo") skipped into your room and stopped right before you. Ranpo's grin was huge.

"[Y/N], there is something I want to ask you." Ranpo stopped talking, waiting for your response. You tilted your head.

"Um... What it is?"

Ranpo opened his eyes and opened his arms. Did he...?

"Can I give you a hug?"

Your world froze. You can't believe it. Ranpo was asking for a hug.

You nodded and step forward. Ranpo hugged you immediately. You hugged him back and almost melted in the warm embrace.

Ranpo gave you a head pat.

"Don't feel shy to ask for a hug from me, [Y/N]."

The hug from Ranpo was nice. The normal day became better.

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You were scratching Karl behind the ears, while having a conversation with Poe (you can call me Superior Older Brother Edgar).

He was telling you about his last book, that go quite well among readers.

You nodded, while Poe was describing ideas for his new book.

"It sounds great, Poe! Can't wait to read your new book!"

Poe grinned.

"And you will be a first one to read it."

Suddenly, Poe stood up from his armchair and walked to yours. He opened his arms for a hug.

"Can I?"

You nodded slowly and stand up. Karl climbed on your shoulders, rubbing his head against your hair. You hugged Poe. He gave you a tight squeeze.

"Here you go, little sis."

A normal day became a happy day.

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You were exhausted. All the school work was tiring you up.

You were in the library, finishing your homework. You put pen down and looked up. You closed your eyes. Soon... The school soon will be over.

You heard steps. Then familiar voice.

"Tired?" Sigma hummed. You just nodded.

"Want a hug to make it better?" You nodded again.

The next second, Sigma was hugging you, ruffling your hair.

"Here you go. Go away, tiredness, stop making [Y/N] sad."

You smiled, leaning towards Sigma's hand.

A normal day became a good day.

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You went to the kitchen to grab some snack. While you were in a middle of making a sandwich, Nikolai entered the room. He looked at the almost finished sandwich on your plate.

"So, I am late for making you a snack? Well then... Want to have a hug? For no reason."

Nikolai opened his arms, inviting you.

You smiled and hugged him. Nikolai chuckled.

"Thank you, sis, for being you."

A happy day became a perfect day.

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Your life was happy. Full of family members, familial love and hugs.

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Headcannons

🐯 Atsushi likes give you side hugs. Will let you hug his paws, when he is half-transformed.

📒 Kunikida will mostly pet your head for doing a good job.

🩺 Yosano will give you hugs for taking good care of your health. It includes you brushing your hair and teeth.

🌨️ Junchirou will hug you just to make you happy.

👩🏻 Naomi likes to give you a "friend hug".

🍵 Kirako isn't a cuddler, but she will sqeeze your cheeks.

🛏️ Katai will let you hug him and his futon, but will be very clumsy, if he hugged you.

🐄 Kenji will carry you during hugs.

🐰 Kyouka is another shy one. You will give each other a side hug.

👘🗡️ Fukuzawa isn't a cuddler, but he will give you headpats and praise.

🦀🪢 Dazai will gush over you while hugging you.

💉 Mori is another one, who stuck with headpats.

🍷 Chuuya's hugs a tight and makes you feel secure.

🌂 Kouyou's hugs are warm. You feel safe each time she hugs you.

🇫🇷 Verlaine will give you small and quick hugs.

🎧 Rimbaud's hugs are extremely warm. He will try to stay close to you during winter.

🚩 Flags will have competition between each other on who will have more hugs with you.

🧥 Akutagawa will give an awkward head pat.

🔫 Higuchi's hugs are soft but quick.

🚬 Hirotsu will hug you for doing a good work at school.

🔪 Gin will give you less awkward head pats.

🩹🧲 Tachihara's hugs a tight and protective. He takes his role of big brother very seriously.

🍰 Elise's hugs are sudden but soft.

💎 Karma is too shy to hug you.

⭐⭕ Kyuusaku are another sneaky hugger.

🍋 Kajii's hugs are tight but stiff. He doesn't know, how to hug.

🍛 Oda gives "dad hugs".

💰 Fitzgerald will be another one, who gives "dad hugs".

🐋 Melville will often ruffle your hair.

🐙 Lovecraft will give you even more awkward head pats.

🍇 Steinbeck likes to pick you up during hug.

☕ Lucy's hugs are gentle and warm.

🪶 Alcott is too shy, but will give you side hugs.

👒 Mitchell's hugs are soft but quick.

♊ Twain's hugs are bone-crushing.

✝️ Hawthorne prefer to give you hand pats.

😷 Pushkin will ruffle your hair.

🫖 Goncharov's hugs are careful and protective.

🐀 Fyodor will brush your hair.

🦇 Bram will let you hug him as long as you want. You can grab into him like a koala and he won't bat an eye.

⚔️ Fukuchi is another one with "bone-crushing hugs".

👧👩👵 Teruko's hugs are sudden and long.

💧 Jouno's hugs are soft and makes you feel calm.

🌸 Tetchou's hugs make you feel like you are behind a stone wall, that will protect you from any danger.

⛩️ Taneda will just pet your head.

💻 Ango's hugs are long, with him ruffling your hair.

🥷 Tsujimura's hugs are strong and secure.

🕶️ Ayatsuji will playfully scoff, while hugging you. His cats will rub against your legs.

👻 Mushitarou's hugs are awkward, but soft.

⌚ Gide will give you soft headpats.

🐉🍎🍏 Shibusawa will give you side hugs.

🐈‍⬛ Natsume will let you hug his cat form.

🤖 Adam's hugs are mechanical, but enjoyable.

👧🏻 Aya hugs you, when you two manage to win games.

🚸 Kousuke, Yuu, Katsumi, Shinji and Sakura will quickly hug you while you five are playing.

[etrevil]

[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

[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

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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.

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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.

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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.

[wizardfrog69]

I hope this isn't too much to ask, but hear me out: Nikolai, but he adopted some random traumatised teenager (the reader ofc), and he doesn't know what to do with them, nor does he want to abandon them so he just passes it around the doa like "lol help me take care of this kid idfk what I'm doing".

I'm sorry if it's too much, I just wanna see how the doa would react

It isn't too much. Thank you for your request! :)

'•.¸♡ why do you have a child? ♡¸.•'

Nikolai x gn!reader (platonic as the reader is an adolescent)

Platonic fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Nikolai found you while he was out on a mission, why he decided to take you in no one knows but he did and now you live with a clown who is very murderous and doesn't know how to take care of anyone let alone a teenager.

One day he took you to his 'work'. 'Goooooood morning, you're going with me to work!' He called out to you when he saw you in the kitchen preparing breakfast. 'Work? Why are you taking me to your work?' You saw him 'work' before and certainly didn't want to witness those horrors again.

'It'll be fun and you'll get to meet my dear friends!' There were more people like him? But you could refuse and just prayed no one would kill each other while you were there.

The office you were currently standing in was dim and kind of cold. Nikolai was in the room next to you and all you heard was 'quiz time!' Followed by some muffling. The door swung open and out came Nikolai 'Come, you'll meet my dear friend Dostoy!' You followed Nikolai into a dark room with a man sitting by some monitors. 'Nikolai, why on earth do you have a child?' You could see the man's expression due to the monitors behind him being so bright but you could hear his voice, it had a Russian accent and his tone was nuteral.

Nikolai explain his situation with a confession of not knowing what to do with you following. After hearing that he didn't know what he would do with you you felt shocked and only look at him with an expression on disbelief. 'Well if you don't know what to do with me then just let me go my own way.' Say hiss by Nikolai revealed that he didn't want to let you go so the two of you were essentially stuck with each other.

After talking with Dostoy for a while Nikolai proposed the idea of going to a casino, this confused you beyond anything. Nikolai wanted to take you to a fucking casino, what was he going to do with you in a casino in the middle of the day? Was he really going to gamble?

Upon arriving Nikolai took you to see the manager. 'Why are we visiting the casino's manager? Are you in debt with a casino?' Nikolai only laughed no answering your question making you grow more anxious by the second.

The two of you stood in front of a door and without knocking Nikolai opened the door to a man doing some paper work. 'Sigma!' He announced his presence with the man's name. 'What do you wa- why do you have a child!?' Sigma shouted in a worry.

You hated being called a child but you didn't say anything.

A loud sigh was heard from the end of the room and the man started walking to you both. 'Are you okay?' He asked you sympathetically which took you by surprise 'yeah?' You answered.

'I need your help Sigma!' Nikolai proclaims enthusiastically. 'What do you need?' 'What do I do with them?' Sigma's expression turned from annoyed to a mix of shock and tired disappointment. 'How should I know? Why won't the two of you talk it over or something.' Sigma sighed and you left.

'Why did you adopt me if you don't know what to do with me?' You asked Nikolai he didn't answer and only looked ahead. 'Why won't you just let me go my own way? You don't need to take care of me.' You said looking at him hoping for a response. 'I will not abandon you, that's all you need to know, lets go get ice cream!'

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

I wrote this all in one go.

Have a wonderful day/night and I hope you are doing well!

-Az

[kimetsu-chan]

hey!!!! I saw that you were writing emergency requests and I was wondering if you could write one 4 me?? I’ve been having a lot of trouble at home recently….my parents got a divorce and are ALREADY remarried. it all happened really quick. I have a lot of anxiety because going from house to house is HARD!! My Stepmom and biological dad fight a lot which doesn’t really make sense….if you know what I mean?? also my stepmom and bio dad have a REAL drinking addiction (maybe that’s why the fight a lot?). I was just wondering if you could write something like that??? The character that I would like to request is Nikolai (BSD).

Pls only do this if you have time to!! ❤️❤️

~Not Fun~

A/N: I apologize if this was late, I’ve been gone all weekend, but I tried to get this out as soon as possible! Please don’t worry, I had plenty of time to write this, I can only apologize as I probably don’t have the best grasp on Nikolai’s character, and I wasn’t quite sure how I wanted to write this scenario out. If this wasn’t quite what you were wanting, please let me know, and I’ll re-write it for you :)

TWs ⚠️: mentions of alcohol, probably at least a little ooc, reader is a minor, platonic relationship, reader cries, no dialogue so I apologize for that

Nikolai knew about your situation at home, you had previously found comfort in confiding in him with that sensitive information. And oddly, he felt the need to.. protect you in a sense.

At first, he hated it, he thought being tied down to a hurting child would take away his freedom. But after some thought, he came to the wonderful conclusion that he was expressing his freedom by caring and comforting you when he did not have to.

He was not tied down to you, he was doing this out of his own will.

And that is what brings us to today.

You were moving houses so often lately, and that toppled on top of hearing arguments and being around alcohol almost constantly had utterly drained you.

Not an ounce of energy remained as you wept tiredly in his arms. His hand ran soothingly across your back, trying to calm your exhausted tears.

He felt sympathy, an emotion that wasn’t quite uncommon, but not what he’d expect to feel towards you. You were so young, yet already burdened by problems you shouldn’t have to bear.

It’s not your fault your parents’ relationship was messed up, so why should you have to deal with the consequences?

It made him angry, to say the least. They were constricting your own freedom. And in his eyes, he wanted you to be free just as much as he, himself, wanted that freedom.

Often, he’d let you stay with him. When there was just a little too much alcohol was being passed around in the house, and when no one would notice your impromptu disappearance.

He’d make space for you in his bed and would kneel beside you, running his hands through your hair all night or until you fell asleep.

It was so oddly nice of him, he felt out of place giving this kind of comfort, especially given his list of terroristic crimes. But he felt like he wouldn’t want to be doing anything else in the world.

He was like a rock for you, something to cling onto when it got too hard. He would never judge you, he would never turn you away. No matter where he was, what he was doing, or what time of day it was, he would always drop everything and come to your aid. You could come knocking on his door in the middle of the night, and he’d be half asleep, ushering you to his room.

You meant so much to him, and he never really understood why. But he soon decided that he didn’t need to understand, he just needed to know that he’d do anything for you.

He’d sacrifice the world to keep you happy and safe.

And if you felt safe crying in his arms, so be it.

A/N: once again, please let me know if you need me to re-write this. I am so sorry that you have to experience this, you shouldn’t have to :(

my parents were going to have me and my sisters switch houses every three days when they divorced and that sounded super tiring, so I kind referenced something like that when writing

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[generalhumancloudalmond]

Nikolai Gogol

Platonic!Yandere!Nikolai Gogol x Child!Reader

The danger of this platonic yandere-7/10

Common features:

Believe it or not, this platonic yandere is very likely to pick you up voluntarily. For you, he is a funny clown who can get absolutely anything you want out of his cloak. And I can imagine how one day you will ask him to tell you how he does it and Nikolai will just offer you to try it yourself. However, as soon as you touch his cloak, he will immediately wrap you in it and teleport. At first you will be excited because you have just become a participant in magic yourself. However, then after a certain amount of time you will ask to go home and then he will tell you that you will get home as soon as you reveal his little trick.

In general, Nikolai is a very interesting yandere, because he is quite sane and all his gaiety and craziness are only part of the role, BUT this doesn't mean that he is one hundred percent adequate. Therefore, it is very important not to push him to follies even more and try to be a good viewer for him. For Nikolai, your emotions are in the first place and it is important that you show them. His desire to steal you will be connected primarily with Dostoevsky. Gogol knows what his friend is, and therefore he will hide you from him anyway.

A special feature:

Gogol is unusual in that he doesn't like the idea that you can be broken. He likes your laughter and your sincere emotions, not only negative, but also, first of all, positive. He knows that if you break down, then you will not give him anything but apathy and this thought really scares and upsets him, so Gogol will try not to break your psyche completely.

An adorable feature:

Most adorable moments happen when you manage to catch him without his mask, either early in the morning or late at night. I can imagine you waking up from a nightmare and going to wake him up and he'll just lift you up to his bed, give you the other end of the blanket and... He will turn to the other side. Yes, it doesn't sound very nice, but the bottom line is that no matter how often you do it every night or once a year, Gogol won't be mad at you if you interrupt his legitimate sleep, he won't even raise this topic in the morning. Moreover, if you come to him more often, he will prepare a separate pillow and blanket for you.

[nouveauxamoris]

guy who deserves the death penalty and girl who is trying really hard not to give it to him

RBS APPRECIATED!

⚠️ do NOT tag this as ship! this is strictly PLATONIC! ⚠️

[iloveyanderes]

I don't know why but y'all really like my idea of being Nikolai and fyodors child so Imma use my power as an author and make LORE

Fyodor is your birthmother, you came out of his butt, he went progos and then lost you after you were born.

Later Nikolai found you but didn't know who Fyodor was your mama. Fyodor didn't recognize you either though.

Child reader adores Nikolai and wants to be like him when they grow up.

Child readers calls Nikolai daddy and adores him, and of course gogol loves his darling baby girl.

You don't care about any bad thing he does, you've walked in on him torturing people and even help him.

But then one day, Fyodor notices how much you look like him and decides to take a DNA test.

It's then confirmed your his child and then you, Fyodor, and Nikolai like together as one big happy family.

But one day that crumbles, more DNA tests happen and you discover that your father is the one person you've been conditioned to hate and despise because he makes your mommy upset.

Dazai.

*que child reader having a mental breakdown clinging to Nikolai while scream "no koyla is my dadddddddy!!!!"

Hope you enjoyed. Have a good day.

[invidiia]

Bibity Babbity boo can one request platonic father Nikolai with a teenager reader that is his adopted child and he basically getting introduced to the reader’s boyfriend.

[can have a platonic Yandere vibes if needed if not don’t add it but that’s up to you.]

꒰ PLATONIC!FATHER NIKOLAI G. ꒱ ⇅

꒰ TEENAGE READER WITH PARTNER ꒱

notes ; ESTRELLAAA I AM SO HAPPY TO WRITE YOUR REQUEST, THANK YOU!! I DIDN'T REALLY THINK ABOUT THE PLATONIC YANDERE PART TBH, I JUST WROTE NIKOLAI AS .. NIKOLAI.

warnings ; crack? knives and killing, dismembered limbs? idk its supposed to be funny, maybe im just a lil messed up

⋆ oh my god

⋆ he was always weird about you having friends considering he's a wanted criminal and if someone saw his recognizable appearance, then he's doomed unless he moves you and himself to a new house, where you lose a couple friends.

⋆ i mean gogol let you have friends as long as they weren't brought over, and i think that's reasonable

⋆ so when he hears of this partner you have, he has a few new things to worry about, and he's not really fond of worrying

⋆ i can't imagine he's thrilled to meet them, but he probably knew you had a partner before you even thought about telling him, which is pretty fast, because overbearing parents are the first thing i would think about in this situation

⋆ you were probably just eating breakfast with him while conversing and he just casually asks you how you and your partner were doing

⋆ but pause, you didn't remember telling him about THAT

⋆ so you're covering your face in embarrassment while nikolai's just laughing his ass off on the other side of the table

⋆ oh but when it comes to him meeting your partner?

⋆ your partner probably turns around away from nikolai and he's just staring with a knife in his hand, you have to lunge in front of him and cover up their view of the knife before they turn around

⋆ even funnier, you brought them in unexpectedly after nikolai finished killing someone. constant, "wait, don't go in that drawer! i'll get your fork for you!" nikolai desperately trying to get rid of the dismembered hand in the drawer while you rush them over to the seats, or, "no, wait, don't open the freezer!" and then there's just you pushing their hand away and out of the kitchen while nikolai drags the frozen corpse into another room

⋆ overall? he made a decent impression, besides being dressed like a clown who got kicked out of the circus. your partner never found out about the murder part, and they still like you! you dodged major bullets, and learned not to bring your partner to your house again.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Basement

Self-Aware! Platonic! Nikolai Gogol x GN! Abused! Child! Reader x Self-Aware! Platonic! Sigma

Description: Guiding Light hides something in the basement. Sigma and Nikolai want to find out, what it is.

Unnamed Female OC.

TW: Child Abuse. Mental Abuse. Mentioned of Car Crash. Terrible death.

Warning: First attempt in writing a four-year-old kid. English is my second language.

____

It was the middle of the night. And Sigma wasn't sleeping. He was laying on his back, staring at a selling.

He had a bad feeling. About Their Guiding Light... Sigma winced. He doesn't want to call this woman Guiding Light. Or Cookie Heart, the nickname, he came up with in their world.

There was something strange in this woman. Something dark. And Sigma wasn't talking about Fyodor's darkness, or Nikolai's or anyone else's. No. It was some special kind of darkness.

First, this woman was too eager to leave this house. A two-story house, with three bedrooms, kitchen, living room and basement. While Sigma understand, that new house would be much better, then her current one, he couldn't understand her reaction. When Fitzgerald announced, that he is planning to find a new home for all of them, this woman demands, that Fitzgerald found a new home immediately. And every day she hurried him. She starts snapping on them. And every time she apologized for that. Explaining, that she was afraid, that someone would take away her current house. That she was renting the place.

That what she said the first time.

One time, when she got drank, she, once again, yelled at Fitzgerald, for not doing his best in finding a new home.

She, once again, apologized. And start talking about mortgage, and that this house can be taken away...

That made everyone start asking questions.

The same day, when she was sleeping on a couch, drunk, Sigma used his ability on her. He gave her some basic information about poker rules, and took her information about the house. This house belonged to her. She didn't have any debt. She wasn't in danger of being homeless.

What was going on?

Sigma rubbed his temples.

There was also a basement. She hated, when someone came close to it and the door was always closed. One time, when Oda's kids were playing, they came too close to the basement door.

And that woman lost her mind.

She was never friendly towards kids, or anyone, who wasn't an eighteen. Yet, that time, she was shouting, cursing kids for going near the door.

She was apologizing to Oda after that. Telling, that there was something delicate down there. That she is afraid, that kids will do something to it.

That woman came to the basement ones per day.

Yet, when three days ago Fitzgerald finally announced, that all of them will finally move away, she stopped going down here.

Today was their last night in this house. And that woman wasn't planning to took whatever was in the basement.

"Nothing of value is down here" said she, when Sigma asked.

Nothing of value? Then why did you shout at kids?

Sigma stand up. He and the rest of the DOA were sleeping in a sleeping bags in the corner of the living room.

Sigma carefully walked to the Nikolai's sleeping beg. Sigma wanted to shake him awake, when Nikolai raise his head.

"Also can't sleep?" asked Nikolai, sitting up. Sigma breathe in.

"Nikolai... I need your help. We must get down to the basement. Now."

Nikolai silently looked at Sigma. Then nodded.

Nikolai, who, for some reason, was sleeping in his signature costume, and Sigma tip toed to a basement door.

Right at the door, Nikolai used his ability to get his and Sigma on the other side of the door.

They were in the basement.

_____

It was dark. And the scent was terrible.

It took some time for Sigma and Nikolai to find a light switch.

After the light was on, they went down the stairs.

The awful smell became stronger.

The basement was full of boxes with children clothes and toys. Nikolai noticed a small bed in the corner of a room.

And they heard a rustle. And some sobs, coming from the direction of a bed.

Nikolai was the first one to approach the bed. No one was on the bed.

Nikolai looked under the bed.

And he immediately backed down. Nikolai looked horrified.

Sigma hurried to Nikolai.

"What is down here? Some sort of animal?"

Nikolai looked at Sigma and mewl.

"A child... There is a child down here."

_____

You are a bad kid.

Your sissy said, that you are a bad kid.

You killed mommy and daddy.

You were a bad kid. You wanted to play on the playground.

And mommy and daddy took you to the park.

They were riding with you on the backseat, in your special seat.

You were laughing.

And then there were a crash, screams and darkness.

You woke up in a hospital.

Sissy said, that Mommy and Daddy died. Because of you.

If you didn't want to go to a playground, they would be alive.

When you returned home from the hospital, sissy hide your toys in a basement.

"You are a bad kid, [Y/N]. If you want to play again, you would kill someone again."

Then you Sissy hide your clothes here. Your books. You.

"You are a bad kid, [Y/N]. What if you kill me next?"

You didn't like to be here. You were always hungry.

Sissy came down here only once a day. To give you food and take you to a bathroom.

But, one day, Sissy brought a bucket down here. She said, it was your potty now.

She still brought you food and water.

You were too afraid of going to the door.

One time, you heard Sissy's voice. She was screaming at someone. You go near the basement door, trying to listen.

You didn't hear your Sissy well.

When you asked her about it, she took away your food.

And she refused to clean your bucket anymore.

"Use your mouth. You are still a bad kid. Bad kids don't deserve clean potties."

You tried to go do potty once a day. You didn't want to clean it with your mouth.

Sissy stopped bringing you food.

You are hungry. You are thirsty. Sissy stopped bringing you food and water.

Your potty bucket were full. It smelled terrible.

When you heard footsteps, you hide under the bed. It wasn't Sissy's footsteps.

What if this people will punish you for being a bad kid.

You curled in a ball, hiding your face.

Then, someone spoke.

"A child... There is a child down here."

_______

Sigma and Nikolai didn't know what to do. The kid under the bad didn't look older, than a five-years, they looked skinny and frail. Their clothes were dirty. And they were sobbing.

Nikolai and Sigma looked around and dashed to the boxes, trying to find something to distract the kid with.

During his search, Sigma found a bucket, that the kid used as a toilet. It was almost full.

Sigma cursed that wrenched woman.

Nikolai put his hand on Sigma's shoulder and spoke.

"Розбуди інших. Потрібна вода, каша, ліки, теплий душ. І сотня інша куль у харю тієї, що зробила це з дитиною"¹.

Nikolai used his ability, to transport Sigma to the living room. You and him were left alone.

Nikolai found a toy. A parrot hand puppet.

Nikolai returned to the bed, where kid were hiding, put the puppet on his hand and put his hand under the bed.

____

Someone pet your cheek. You looked us.

A parrot puppet was right before your eyes.

A funny voice spoke.

"Don't cry, little friend! Polly the Parrot and his friend Kolya The Clown are here to make you smile." puppet point at someone behind him.

You looked at the person, who Polly pointed at. This man was smiling. His clothes, as much, as you can see, looked like a clown costume.

"Hello, kiddo! What is your name?"

You whispered.

"[Y/N]... I am four."

Nikolai bit his lip. He remembered, how, back in the app, they heard, how that woman cursed [Y/N], for killing their parents.

'Were you... the same [Y/N]?'

Meanwhile, you scoot a little y closer to Polly. You asked Kolya.

"Are you a sad clown? Where are your colors?"

Polly 'hugged' his head, whining in a funny voice.

"My friend, Kolya the Clown, is sad, because he wants to be friends with everyone he met. But, he didn't make any friends for a month. Will you be our new friend?"

Polly point at you. You flinch.

"I can't. I am a bad kid. I kill people. Sissy put me here, so I won't kill anyone."

If someone knew, what Nikolai was thinking about doing to your 'Sissy', he and at least ten generation of his descendants would be cancelled.

Potty shook his head.

"Don't be silly. You are a kid. Kids can't do it. Kids aren't for sitting in a basement. Kids are for hugs! Kids should play and make friends!"

Your eyes shined. Good, at least, you weren't completely broken. Nikolai spoke.

" Come here, kiddo. I can pick you up and we will go upstairs. Kolya the Clown and his friends will give you yummy food!"

You looked sad again.

"I am dirty. Your clothes will be dirty."

Nikolai, without thinking, used his puppet - free hand to scoop some dirt from the floor and rub it on his cheek and neck.

"Now, when I am also dirty, can I pick you up?"

Kolya's eyes looked so soft. You scoot closer to him.

Nikolai carefully picked you up and stand up. He was holding you close to his chest.

"Now, kiddo, let Uncle Kolya to show you a magic trick."

With "The Overcoat", he, with you in his hands, teleport into the living room.

______

Sigma was exhausted. He woke everyone up and used his ability on everyone he can, showing them, what he and Nikolai saw in a basement.

This way, no one would think, that Sigma misunderstood something.

When Nikolai, with you in his hands, appeared in the living room, everyone was ready to tear wrenched woman apart.

When they saw you, what condition you were in, they were ready to commit a crime against humanity to punish that woman.

Nikolai, who was petting your small head, spoke.

"Now, everyone, we need to take care of little [Y/N]."

Everyone became silent. They were afraid of asking. Finally, Dazai spoke. It took all his courage.

"[Y/N]... As in..."

Nikolai nodded. Rimbaud took a step closer. His voice was shaking.

"M-my ability... I can make a room soundproof. She won't hear anything."

Nikolai nodded, then gently spoke to you.

"Kiddo, are you okay with going with Uncle Arthur? He will give you a nice bath."

You looked at Rimbaud, who tried to look as friendly as he can. You slowly nodded. Rimbaud took you from Nikolai and carry you to the bathroom.

Nikolai looked around, noticing, that Fyodor wasn't anywhere to be fond.

"Where is Fedya... Oh."

Like on a cue, Fyodor appeared from the kitchen. He was carrying a small pot, filled with semolina porridge. Fyodor already add jam here.

Fyodor, noticing, how everyone looked at him, shrugged.

"I hope, when next time I will insist on taking with us every food we can, you won't question me."

The room became quiet again.

"We are getting out of here. We are taking the kid with us. And we are dealing with that woman."

No one argue with Fitzgerald.

_____

She woke up in an empty house.

Her golden tickets were gone. She was searching for them. She found one.

Sigma.

She didn't like him. He refused to read financial information from her terrible co-worker. She put a fake smile on her face.

"Sigma? Where is everyone?"

Sigma looked her in the eyes. Then slowly moved towards her.

"In a new house."

She smiled nervously.

"Wh-why didn't they wait for us? Did they forget us?"

Sigma took another step forward.

"You aren't going with us. You are staying here. In a basement."

Sigma kneel before her. She was looking at his, trembling with anger.

"It isn't funny!"

Sigma nodded.

"Yes. It's not funny. But, the basement is a place for something, that doesn't have a value. And, you see, [Y/N] are priceless..."

She was too shocked. She didn't notice, how. Sigma grabbed her feet. She didn't question, how he could pick her up by her feet and throw against the table with all his might.

Before she lost consciousness, she heard Sigma's voice.

"...and you don't have any value."

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She woke up in a basement.

She was nailed to a table.

Her mouth were sewn shut. And a tube, that was connected to something in the ceiling, was inserted in her mouth. Dozens of IV's were connected to her arms and legs. Sigma was standing above her. His voice didn't have any emotions.

"IV's and the tube will keep you alive for a long time. The tube is connected to a water tap. We will continue to pay the water bill. IV's will work one at a time. When one IV will become empty, the nutrition mix will flow from the next one. We did everything, to make everyone think, that you moved away, after realizing, that you abused your younger sibling. No one would search for you. Goodbye. Rot in Hell."

Sigma left. The light went off. The door was closed.

She was left alone.

And no one would come.

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You were sitting on Nikolai's shoulders, looking around at your new home. You pat Nikolai's head.

"Uncle Kolya, Uncle Sigma, am I really can stay here?"

Nikolai smiled, looking up.

"Of course, kiddo. Your Sissy said, that she was mistaken, and you were a good kid all this time. So, she wants you to live in a house of good kids! Just, don't forget, that you must go to a nice mister and talk about your nightmares. Okay?"

You nodded. Sigma, who was walking near Kolya, raised his hand to pet you on a head.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. We will protect you. You are our Little Spark."

_____

¹. Ukrainian "Wake up the others. We need water, porridge, medicine, a warm shower. And few hundred bullets for however did this to the child."

[stray-cattt]

nothing belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine

A Bungo Stray Dogs hurt/no comfort fanfic. If you'd rather read it on A03, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50248246

Summary: Aftermath of Meursault arc, basically Nikolai breaking down on the rooftop after Dazai and Chuuya go back to retrieve Sigma. Major spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen season 5 episode 11!!!!

Content/Trigger Warnings: Disturbing content, major character death, crying, disembodied hand

Read with caution, the content might be a little disturbing as a forewarning.

Silence swallowed the rooftop of Meursault as the three of them stared at the remains of the helicopter. Dazai looked at Nikolai solemnly, noticing how his stance was tense as he clutched onto Fyodor's hand. He glances over at Chuuya who is trying to no avail to get his fake vampire teeth out. Chuckling under his breath, he limps over to Chuuya who’s crouched on the ground like a dog trying to rip the fake teeth out.

“Come on slug, let’s go get Sigma.” He mutters quietly, slightly glancing at Nikolai out of the corner of his eye. The clown is still, standing in front of the helicopter, staring at it with empty eyes. 

Chuuya grumbles a bit but gets on his feet and the two of them walk back into Meursault to retrieve Sigma as Dazai had promised him.

Nikolai, now alone on the roof, feels his facade begin to break. The hollowness within him began to consume him whole, a dense feeling of pressure heavy on his chest. Silently he lets his tears flow freely as he drops to his knees clutching Fyodor’s hand to his chest. His insides shake, as his breaths grow short, confliction growing stronger inside him by the second.

“I thought I’d feel free with you gone. I thought I’d feel better, and in a way I do but don’t?” Nikolai thinks aloud as he caresses Fyodor’s lifeless hand with his fingers. The one he had been holding not even thirty minutes prior. Just the thought of that memory starts his tears up again. 

For such a loud person, his tears are completely silent, only strained breathing could be heard, but even that was lost in the wind. 

“What am I supposed to do without you?” His crying quickly became hysterical. “I know I wanted you dead but at the same time, I felt like I couldn’t live without you, and now I have no choice in the matter. You’re gone and I’m left here, clutching onto your hand like a child would its doll.” 

Nikolai could feel his ribs aching inside him, his lungs gasping for air they couldn’t take in. He let out a discordant scream, the stars as the only witnesses of his agony. He let in sharp breaths, failing to correct his breathing, the stars in his vision blurring slightly. Nikolai shook his head as an attempt to pull himself out of his panicked state. This is what I wanted, right? My dream of being a free bird’s finally come true. But maybe being in a cage wasn’t so bad? No, it was, it was terrible. But the company, his company was enough for me. No, what am I even saying? 

Nikolai felt himself slowly losing his grasp on his mind. Laying on the cold cement of the roof he stared up at the stars. In front of him he held Fyodor’s battered hand, holding hands with him even though Fyodor’s grip was limp, his hand cold as ice. Nikolai’s breathing slowed down as he focused on Fyodor’s hand in front of him. Steadily he moved Fyodor’s hand down towards his face, holding it against his cheek. Tears pouring out of his eyes once again, he cursed at himself for breaking so easily.

If I didn’t love you, this would’ve been easier, wouldn’t it? He asked himself as he leaned his head into Fyodor’s hand, mimicking what the Russian would have never done. He moved Fyodor’s hand caressing his face, in a pathetic attempt to comfort himself. Am I insane for doing this?  

Thoughts swirled through his mind as he swallowed his sobs down, trying to keep composure. 

The thought of digging through the debris of the helicopter to find what was left of Fyodor's body crossed his mind. To confirm he was in fact dead, that he wouldn’t somehow miraculously climb out of the wreckage. Nikolai shook his head at that fleeting thought knowing Fyodor wasn’t physically strong enough to pull himself from underneath all the rubble.

Nikolai removed Fyodor’s hand from his cheek and began snickering to himself, slowly building into loud laughter. How stupid am I to be doing this? I wanted him dead, I got what I wanted. He’s gone, he can’t control me anymore. But then again, can I even control myself? Was he the only one keeping me from going insane? Or was he the one that drove me into it? Nikolai felt lost in the sea of thoughts that flooded his mind as all he could do was laugh at how fucking pathetic he felt. 

“Fyodor, what would you think of me now if you saw me like this?” He mumbled to himself, his laughter coming to a halt as he stared at Fyodor’s hand in his. Christ, I’m pathetic .

Nikolai lifts himself from the ground, and looks at Fyodor's hand in the palms of his, an idea coming to his mind. He scoffs at himself for even entertaining the thought but decides to do it anyway, hoping, maybe even praying that it would bring him some closure.

Holding the hand to his chest, Nikolai began to sway back and forth. He begins to move his feet back and forth, slowly beginning ballroom dancing. Humming to himself and to the stars he begins to sing.

‘Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love, my, my, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me 

But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

Nikolai continues singing as he spins around on the rooftop, Fyodor’s hand grasped to his chest. His shoes clack on the cement as he waltzes around gracefully, a chorus of grasshoppers accompanying his mellow voice.

My baby here on earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

So, when it comes my turn

Could you shine it down here for her?

He closes his eyes lost in the depths of his mind as his steps become more complex. He imagines Fyodor alive dancing with him. A silly stupid thought that brings Nikolai more comfort than he can admit. He sees Fyodor’s black hair spinning as he holds up his hand pretending to spin him around before returning his hand to his chest. 

Nikolai wonders where Fyodor would put his hands, around his waist, around his neck, or maybe in his hands. He continues humming in the dead of the night, with the stars as his audience to his final act.

‘Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love, my, my, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

Nothing in the world is mine for free

But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

Nikolai finishes the song as he pretends to dip Fyodor, a smile gracing his lips, the stars twinkling brightly as if applauding. He opens his eyes and looks at the limp hand in his, his expression becomes blank once more as he lets out a sigh, straightening his posture.

“I must be sick in the head,” He whispers to himself, not being able to tell if his emotions are consuming him or if he doesn’t feel them at all.

His shoes clack back over to the rubble, Fyodor’s body buried underneath somewhere. Kneeling down Nikolai places Fyodor’s hand in front of the wreckage, returning it to where Dazai had found it.

“Thank you for that last dance,” He smiles softly, “You were an excellent dance partner, you didn’t step on my toes once.” He chuckles to himself as he stands back up and looks down at the scene before him.

“My Bernadette, your cage wasn’t strong enough to hold me.”

[luvfy0dor]

“Your Handprint's on my Soul ♡⁠˖” BSD men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

warnings; established relationship (Fyodor only), first interactions, kisses, Dazais can be platonic or romantic

description; aus/tropes with BSD characters, inspired loosley by my old post about book types/tropes

A/n; CHAT IM SPEEDRUNNING THIS AS I WRITE THE A/N IM ONLY 2/3 OF THE WAY DONE W NIKOLAIS AND NO ONE ELSE IS DONE EXCWPT DAZAIS BULLET POINT AND ITS 2 HRS TILL POST TIME GOTTA LOCK IN ALSO TYSM FOR 700 💖💖💖

⑅ Osamu Dazai ⑅

• There was only one bed when Dazai appeared on your doorstep one evening. You don't know where he came from and he wouldn't tell you, but he would certainly tell you he wasn't letting you sleep anywhere but the bed, even if you wouldnt allow him to either.

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'Knock knock knock' was the first thing you heard when you woke from your slumber in the middle of the night. You felt a little unsettled, but still tiptoed out of bed to the door, peering through the peephole only to see the big head of your coworker and friend on the other side of the door. You huffed and unlocked the deadbolt and opened up. "What are you doing here this late at night?" You asked, rubbing your right eye with the palm of your hand and yawning. "Oh, nothing much, just here for a stroll! It's been quite the long time no see, no?" He says, letting himself in and taking off his shoes at the door. "I saw you..." You peered over at the digital clock on your nightstand table down the hallway. "Like, 7 hours ago. And you texted me 3." You sigh and pull up your pajama pants. "Can I sleepover?" Your brows furrowed at his question.

"Can you sleepover- Osamu, we have work in the morning and- ugh, you know what, yeah, you're already here and it's raining, isn't it? How are you completely dry? I...I have so many questions that I'm not gonna ask right now. You can sleep in my bed, just don't touch anything else in my room, especially nothing in or on my nightstand, got it?" He shook his head and steered you towards your room with his hands on your shoulders. "Oh no, that'd be rude of me to take your bed! I'll take the couch." You shook your head and yanked him gently by the wrist. "No, you're taking the bed-" "why don't we both take the bed?" You were silent for a moment. "Yeah, sure, I don't want to keep going back and forth with this." You say with a sleepy shrug. He walked in front of you to your bedroom like he lived here on the regular and tossed his coat aside. You crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers up to your nose and feeling the bed dip beside you when Dazai crawled in too. He also took his fair share of the blankets, but you soon realized that Dazai was a blanket hog. "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna kick you if y'dont stop stealin' all the blanket!" You groan, yanking the soft material back towards you. "I am not stealing all the blanket, you're very dramatic." He says, rolling over and scooching closer so that he can still be completely covered by the blanket without yanking it back. Each time you moved, you bunched up more of the blanket and pulled it closer to yourself, leaving Dazai uncovered from his right foot to his knee. "And you call me a blanket hog." He starts to steal some of the comforter back, but you toss it over him and roll over to press your front against his, cuddling him. "You come to my house unannounced and steal my blankets..you can just be another source of heat if you wanna act like this." You sleepily say, eyes still closed as you slur out your words. His face was one of surprise for a moment before it melted into a smile. He put a hand on your head and pulled you closer. "And you know what? That's fine with me."

⑅ Chuuya Nakahara ⑅

• Chuuya reminds me of that one soulmate au where whenever you get marks on your skin, they appear on your soulmates too. Small scars, ink scribbles, and bruises would often appear on Chuuyas, but never because of his own doing.

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Earlier in the morning, Chuuya had noticed a new doodle on his forearm, this time it was one of a cat. Usually it was partially colored-in hearts or imperfect stars, but he always found other drawings of yours to be more amusing. He was currently relaxing on his couch after a long day of work, shoes kicked off and pajamas put on. He'd gotten bored of whatever nonsense he was watching on the TV and decided to examine the kitty on his arm a little more before picking up a pen and deciding to draw one next to it with a little heart in between them. He rolled his eyes at himself, Chuuya Nakahara, the best martial artist in Yokohama and port mafia executive was doodling kitty cats and hearts on his own arm to appease some soulmate he didnt even know. He sighed and leaned back again. It didn't take long for you to notice and quickly scribble a reply that read "Wow, finally. [poorly drawn eye roll emoji] took you long enough to actually interact w/ me! Started to think I didn't have a soulmate." You felt giddy over the whole thing. Yeah, it was stupid, but he drew a cat in love with the cat that you drew! This was the interaction that you had been waiting for since middle school when all the other kids were writing back and forth with their soulmates so much that they'd make frequent trips to the bathroom to wash off old pen ink since they had no phones to text with yet. Teachers hated it, but everyone was already willing to put their education on the back burner for these, essentially, randos. Not Chuuya, though. Chuuya never liked writing on his skin, the way the ballpoint dragged across his pale flesh made him shiver, and so he never replied to you. His focus on other goals also contributed to that ignorance.

After many years though, he finally decided to entertain the whole idea. Chuuya didn't care about who his soulmate was, if he found someone that wasn't them and he loved them, then that was that. He didn't think the universe should decide the only person he could truly be with, so he dated on his own accord. He checked his arm for your reply as if he was checking a watch and he watched the ink appear on his arm, letter by letter and stroke by stroke. He smiled a little and grabbed his pen again. "I never really cared to, no offense." You scoffed when you read that, crossing out the no. "Full offense taken. Anyways, where you from?" He thought on whether or not he really wanted to tell you, so he decided to play it safe. "I'm not telling you that immediately, what are ya, crazy? How old are you?" The number 21 quickly appeared. "And your name?" You started writing out letters, but the ink quickly faded. Chuuya raised an eyebrow and went to write out a couple stray question marks, but the writing came back in a different color. The ink was blue this time. "Y/n." "Okay, y/n, not that you couldn't be lying, I live in Yokohama, Japan. Can I get your number to make this easier?" You smiled and fist pumped. "Yeah, it's ---/---/----." You received a message about four minutes later. "This is better, I have work in the morning and I don't want to have to scrub off any more ink than this tomorrow." You laid in bed, perpendicular to the mattress with your arms hanging off the edge of the bed as you typed out a reply. Your conversation went on for another hour getting to know eachother before he told you that it'd be best for him to go to bed. You wished him a goodnight and he did the same. You knew it'd take a while to build a strong friendship and maybe even relationship, but the thought made you excited nonetheless.

⑅ Fyodor Dostoevsky ⑅

• When I think of my own highschool academic greatness (I'm failing algebra2/trig) I think of Fyodors geniusness and how much highschool/college aus remind me of him. I don't know if he'd try to juggle a relationship and school, but if he did he'd help you be the best student possible while securing that valedictorian title for himself.

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Fyodors slim hand gripped his pencil loosely and moved it acrossed the paper he was given for a written assignment. His hair was pulled back in a super small pony tail and his eyes flickered over to the clock every now and again, waiting for the bell to ring with each passing second. He promised to meet you in the library during lunch to study for your AP Bio test you had coming up at the end of the week. He never minded helping you study, it'd help him retain the knowledge anyways. Finally, the familiar 'ding' sounded throughout the school and he packed up his stuff and left. He walked through the hallways and down the stairs to the library where you were already waiting for him. You smiled and waved him over, opening your school-loaned laptop. "Hey Fedya. I know we always spend lunches together but like, thank you for helping me, I'd be screwed otherwise." You say with a small laugh. He smiles and sits down next to you. "No problem, I don't mind, I did really well in that class anyways." He said while watching you type in your password and pull up an assignment. "Yeah, it's just about- oh! You kept the ponytail in?" You asked him with a smile. You had put his hair up that morning while waiting for the first bell. "Ofcourse I did. It keeps my neck cool." He tells you, tracing shapes on the small of your back with his thumb as he read over the assignment. "This is easy, Myshka, what's the trouble?" "I can't grasp ecology." You say, feeling yourself start to nod off. He raises an eyebrow and hums. "Well, do you sleep during your class like this?" He grins a little. You hum in denial and open your eyes again, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "No, I just stayed up late last night cramming and stuff..." You say, resting your head against your fist. "Well that's probably why you're having trouble, you work when you should be sleeping."

You knew he was right, you had other classes that you were doing work for and you had put AP Bio on the back burner because you, a) didn't want to do it, b) didn't think you could do it, and c) saw that you'd feel more successful seeing all those 0's in other classes turn into grades. "I know, I know." You groaned. "But maybe we can just get this one done quick since my laptop is already open." You reaffirm and lean your head on his shoulder. He nods and re-reads the question before asking you what answer you'd pick first and why. You told him and he told you if you were right or wrong, briefly explaining why you were incorrect if that was the case. You were only 5 questions in before Fyodor realized you weren't answering him. He looked to his side and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He smiled and closed your laptop for you and let you sleep against him for a little while, knowing he'd finish it with you later, very determined to help you get all of your work finally done so you could relax. You clearly needed it.

⑅ Nikolai Gogol ⑅

• Nikolai would be a great, flirty barista, which is why I think coffee shop au would be perfect for him. His ability would be of great use winning over a couple cents in tips as well as your heart.

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When you walked into your favorite, local coffee shop, the first thing you noticed was an unfamiliar face behind the counter. A tall man with long, braided white hair stood with a shaker in hand, clearly working hard to perfect s customers drink order. His eyes literally up when he saw you walking towards the counter, quickly pouring the liquid into a scribbled-on cup and capping it. "I'll be with you on one minute!" He says with a toothy grin, handing the drink to the lady waiting on the far side of the shop. He quickly returns to the cash register to take your order. "Hey! How can I help you?" He asks you and straightens out his apron. "Hi, uhm, can I have a (favorite drink), please?" He punched some stuff into the cash register and the visible screen in front of you showed you your total. "Anything else?" His eyes stared back into your own, making your heart race in your chest when you noticed just how beautiful he was. His differently pigmented eyes and sharp jawline along with the way his pointed teeth flashed when he smiled had your cheeks heating up pretty quickly. Not to mention his hair and physique.

As he was about to point out your staring with a cheeky expression, you muttered a 'yes.' He nodded. "Okay, your total is $4.20." You pulled out the first bill that wasn't a $1 from your wallet and handed it to him, Nikolais eyebrows raising when you put a $20 in his hands, but he stuck it in the register and counted up your change. "Okay, $15.80 is your change, can I get a name?" He asked you while giving you your change before grabbing a cup and sharpie. "Y/n." You quickly said, dropping all of the $15.20 in the top jar. "Ohhhh, wow! Y/n might as well take me on a date with a tip that big~!." He giggles and turns to make your drink for you while you wait with a warm face and stomach full of butterflies. "I don't think I'd mind taking you out on one." You say with a sense of confidence. "Hm, I might have to take you up on that." It's not long before he has your drink made, using a glowy portal to grab the sharpie on the counter relatively far away and scribbling something in your cup again. "Alright, here ya go! Have a good one!" He hands the drink to you, smiling a little bit when he feels your hand brush against as you take it from him. "Thank you, you too." You call back, turning around and walking away. Once you're out of the café, you rotate the cup 360° to figure out what he wrote on it, only to find ten digits acrossed the plastic. You smiled and your heartbeat picks up ten fold. You make sure to take a picture of it in a good lighting to ensure the visibility of all of the numbers, you might just have to arrange a date with him now.

A/n; AHHHHHHHHHHHH next time event post <3

[elvestoneanzelote1]

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

Bungou stray dogs.

Port mafia.

Ougai Mori:

My lover part one (yandere)

My lover part two. (Yandere)

Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai part1

Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2

Chuuya Nakahara:

Liar: Yandere Chuuya Nakahara x Guild! Male reader.

Smile for me: Yandere chuuya nakahara x fem reader, past sheep member

𝘒𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘒𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 (𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳) 𝘹 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢

Platonic yandere chuuya x younger brother Male reader

Habit yandere Chuuya x clean obsessed fem reader

Yandere port mafia boss Chuuya x fem reader

Ryounosuke Akutagawa:

I love you: Yandere Atsushi x fem reader x Slight Akutagawa

With s/o And him (fluff yandere)

Kouyou Ozaki.

Smile: slight yandere fem reader x Kouyou Ozaki

─────⊹⊱✙⊰⊹─────

Ada.

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai Part 1

Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2

Osamu Dazai:

Alchemists pm teacher! male Reader x Osamu Dazai (yandere)

My pretentious friend - Yandere Beast au Osamu Dazai x Yandere male reader.

A Goal--- Older fem p/m! Reader x yandere Dazai

Adopted bond: Platonic yandere Dazai x big sister reader

Adopted bond: Platonic yandere Dazai x big sister reader.

Yandere Ougai mori x dazai mother reader x yandere Fukuzawa Yukichi + Platonic yandere dazai part1

Yandere Ougai Mori x dazai mother reader x yandere fukuzawa Yukichi +platonic yandere dazai part 2

Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem

Yandere Dazai x Male inumaki reader x yandere Ranpo

Yandere Platonic dazai x twin sister reader x Fyodor

Broken lovers yandere dazai x male guild reader

Ranpo Edogawa:

Cursed speech: Yandere Ranpo x male reader x Yandere Poe

Cheater female reader x Yandere Ranpo Edogawa

My silent love- Port Mafia yandere Ranpo x male reader

Yandere Dazai x Male inumaki reader x yandere Ranpo

Doppo Kunikida:

Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem

Atsushi Nakajima:

Beast au, Yandere Atsushi x Male reader.

I love you: Yandere Atsushi x fem reader x slight Akutagawa

Yandere: trio dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi (separate) with fem reader with a very low self esteem

Akiko Yosano:

Memory: Yandere Akiko Yosano x fem reader.

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Overall duo organizations.

Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part 1

Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part 2

Platonic Yandere Ada x child male reader x platonic yandere Port Mafia part3

Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo (male)reader, pet favour

Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo reader (male), Assistant Suhu

Yandere BSD various x Zhongli/albedo reader (male) initiative game.

Yandere BSD Port mafia various x Zhongli/Albedo reader (male) Barge into the room unnoticed.

Yandere Platonice Francis x son reader x yandere ada

Yandere platonic Ada x teen fem reader

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DOA.

Nikolai Gogol:

Yandere Nikolai Gogol x fem reader

Venti reader x nikolai

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Pʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ Dᴀᴢᴀɪ x ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x Fʏᴏᴅᴏʀ

Cult au, slight nsfw (yandere Fyodor x raiden shogun fem reader)

Venti reader x yandere fyodor

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Special Division for unusual powers.

Yukito Ayatsuji.

Obessesion, Yandere Yukito Ayatsuji x male albedo/zhongli reader.

Birthday special, Yandere Ayatsuji x male albedo/zhongli reader

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Hunting dogs.

Yandere tecchou x Oc (kiana Komori) x yandere Jouno

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Guild.

Edgar Allan Poe:

Curse speech: yandere Ranpo x male reader x yandere Poe

Louisa May Alcott:

Letter: Yandere g/n reader x Louisa

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Platonic yandere Francis x son reader x slight yandere ads

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Mashle: Magic muscle and power.

Alder:

Mash Burnedead-

Sickness love hc- yandere Mash x g/n reader

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Finn Ames-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Dot Barrette-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Lemon Irvine-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Lance Crown-

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

Rayne Ames-

Sickness love hc: Yandere Rayne x g/n reader

Yandere Alder x venti male reader

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Lang.

Milo Genius-

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Abel Walker

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Yandere Abel walker x fem reader.

Abyss Razor-

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Wirth Madl

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

Love Cute-

Yandere Magia lupus x Venti male reader

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Doom:

Doom x g/n reader.

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General Yandere Mashle.

Yunan male reader x various Mashle yandere

Reblooged Yunan reader

Yandere Mashle x (yosano) fem reader

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Genshin Impact

Lynette:

Eyes: Yandere g/n Reader x Lynette

Lyney.

Lyney x reader who is hurt.

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Moriarty the Patriot.

Sherlock Holmes.

Observation: Yandere sherlock Holmes x male (albedo) reader

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Honkai Star Rail.

Caelus:

Herta space station worker fem! Reader x yandere Caelus

Aventurine:

Yandere aventurine x rengoku male reader.

Aventurine x reader who is hurt.

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𝘚𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.

Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Gᴀᴍᴇ Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Tokyo Revengers.

Takemichi Hanagaki.

G/n Reader x takemichi (angst not yandere)

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Fanart

Venti: (as a crossover)

In Lang! Fanart

Akiko Yosano (as a crossover)

In mashle, alder (fanart)

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