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OKAY OKAY YOU GUYS GOT MY HEART MELTING WITH THIS NIKOLAI LITTLE SISTER (Y/N)

here’s an idea!! maybe Nikolai’s little sister (y/n) are out buying groceries with sigma, fyodor, and Nikolai (separate) and bump into someone from the ada? Like (y/n) loses them in the candy isle and asks like ranpo or whoever is nearby to help them look for their babysitter for the day. I wanna see how’d that go down 👀👀

Notes: well thank you anon! i'm glad you like my head canon's💙and my my, this is such a interesting request..let's see what can i do 👀

TW/CONTENT:sfw,fluff, platonic relationships pt.5 of reader being nikolai's lil sis

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐟𝐭.𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

"Nikolai look!" you pointed to a window in a store.

"uh? oh,would you look at that!"

You and Nikolai went out to visit a town near Yokohama.

You two had just begun your exploration when you laid out a window.

Candies of every color and size were carefully distributed to form a composition very pleasing to the eye.

I mean, that candy store window was a real trap for kids and adults.

"well, what are we waiting for.."

Nikolai put his hand in his coat, searched in it and took out his wallet.

a playful smile formed on his face,

"..let's go, Those candies won’t buy themselves!"

without further ado, you went into the shop without even realizing you had left your brother behind.

your eyes were enchanted as you walked through the various lanes and watched all those colored candies and chocolates on display that left you a sense of hunger in your stomach.

After a while you finally decided what candy you were gonna buy, so you turned around to point out your choice to your brother.

"Koli-.."

You looked around, but you didn’t see your brother anywhere.

You started looking for him all over the store, unfortunately in vain..

You’re a lost girl in a town you don’t know and you can’t find your brother.. Well, it could have been worse!..you could-

"uh? hey kid, are you okay?"

..As i was trying to say,you could come across a stranger because you were lost in your thoughts and you didn’t look at anything and nobody who couldn’t remember you Nikolai.

i guess this isn't a lucky day for you, my dear y/n.

"y-yeah...oh, i'm sorry sir! i didn't mean to-"

"ah?? 'sir'? Do I look that old? i'm only 26 c'mon!"

A pout formed on the boy’s face: "just call me Ranpo, 'sir' is too formal and boring"

"o-ok?"

An strained smile formed on your face,well,it's not like you gonna see him again anyway..at least,you think

there was an awkward moment of silence, his emerald irises examined you

"do you want me to help you find your brother?"

Your eyes are widening.

"..How did you-"

"how did i know you're trying to find your brother? easy!

today is thursday, so there's a really high probability that your parents are at work now. So I took them off the odds list.

A sister? Nah, everyone knows That older sisters often for a while can’t stand younger sisters.

A cousin, a friend or something like that? You seems pretty worried, maybe a little bit too much for a cousin or a friend.

So the most likely and plausible answer is that you’re looking for your brother."

(please,tell me this have sense-)

"..."

"sooo, you want me to help you or?"

"yes,please!"

"all right!..but!"

oh my- what's now?

"but?"

Your heart stopped a moment,

Please,don't be anything strange,please don't be anything atrange,please-

"I came here to buy some candy. So you’ll have to wait a bit, kid!"

oh right! you two are in a candy store.

[...]

"Thanks a lot Ranpo-san!" You were holding a purse full of candy.

"oh don’t thank me, those money wheren't actually mine anyway," he replied, with a smile on his face.

"huh?"

"Let's just say that those money where from my..archnemesis" His little laugh rang in the air as you two walked out of the store

"Oh and by the way, your brother is there"

Ranpo pointed out a point, where from afar you could see the figure of Nikolai sitting on the bench looking around quickly and was trembling in his right leg, he was obviously worried and was looking for you.

a spark lit your eyes, you had finally found him!

"thank you so much again Ranpo-san, i won't forget your help!"

"i'm sure you won't!"

You were going to run to your brother and reassure him that everything was okay and that you weren’t lost, or at least you were- but now you’re not

"Oh y/n, one last thing!"

You stopped in his footsteps and looked at him: "yes?"

"tell dostoevskij,gogol' and the doa that the ada says 'hi'"

He smiled at you one last time, but this time his emerald eyes had an almost dark background. You didn’t realize it so much because the only thing you wanted to do now was to go to your brother.

"mh hm! I will,good bye Ranpo-san!"

"Bye bye!~"

In the end Nikolai noticed you: "y/n! where have you been? I had searched all over the store but I hadn’t found you."

"I’m fine! a nice guy offered to help me find you"

He hugged you:"Oh well, now I'm in debt with a stranger."

You laughed a little: "Well if it helps, his name is Ranpo and if I’m not mistaken he told me he was 26 years old "

Nikolai gasped a bit

"Oh and he also told me to tell you that the ada says 'hi' to you, Fyodor and all the doa!"

"Oh yeah?what a gentleman"

Nikolai’s smile from happy and carefree became strangely disturbing, and if he wasn’t your brother, even scary.

"Let's go somewhere else,shall we?I just remembered I have to report a old mission to Dos-kun!"

Ok,this is strange...

But why he act like this? what has happened so worrying? Okay, you where lost, but Ranpo-san helped you find your brother and even bought you cand-…

Wait..

You never told him your..

How did he know your name?

𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐭.𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

okey,shit..shitshitshitshitshitshitshit where is he?! You just looked away for a minute ad you're lost!

—Oh wait, shall i remember you why are you lost right? right

Well, it was a late morning, the streets began to crowd and the wind made the leaves fall down from the trees. You managed to convince Sigma to accompany you to visit the Yokohama Chinatown. This poor guy couldn’t say no when you were looking at him with those puppy eyes.

Once you two entered the Chinatown you were overwhelmed by a crowd of people who like you two wanted to take a look or instead who wanted to buy something.

Sigma kept telling you to stay close so you wouldn’t lose him—Well, jokes on you two i guess

The longer you went on, the more you felt like Sigma was far away, you thought it was just your feeling.. But instead-

"Sigma?"

You couldn’t see him anywhere.

You looked around for him but no face was familiar.

You started wandering around the Chinatown but this time your attention was on looking for that kind face, not the stalls, like you wish it were.

it was almost lunch time and you still hadn’t found Sigma, you were hungry and because of all that walk now your feet hurt — it couldn’t get worse!

you decided to go sit on a bench, hoping Sigma would come by and see you there.

'okey,shit..shitshitshitshitshitshitshit where is he?! You just looked away for a minute ad you're lost!' and here we are at the point

You looked one last time around you, still no familiar face. You sighed and looked at the sky, at least something familiar like this, you can never lost it. Or at least, this is what your brother told ya.

"uhm hey sorry to bother but.. are you okay?"a gentle voice with shy notes caught your attention.

A boy, quite young, with purple-yellow eyes and a very questionable hairstyle was looking at you with worried look.

"uh?Oh,Y-yeah...No ok, maybe i'm not-"

Uh that strange, the guy seems really worried about you:"Need help?"

"Yes please! I lost my friend here in this chinatown and i can't find him anywere!"

"i see..don't worry! i'll help you"

Hold on,how could you trust a stranger? you don't even know his nam-

"sir, what's your name?"

"oh right, is Atsushi. I'm Atsushi Nakajima"

"And i'm y/n! Y/n Gogol' "

...okok reader, how could you trust Atsushi?He's just a stranger that you just meet now and-

"Are those your bags?"

"mh? ah those bags! i camed here in chinatown to buy a gift for my friend! actually i see her a a lil sis but this don't matter now"

and...this is adorable omg-...fine, maybe you could trust a stranger like him..

"all right y/n-chan, let me help you now! How-" A slight rumbling interrupted the boy

"Uhm, Atsushi-san, are you hungry?"

"A-a bit, but don't worry about me! Let me just-"

Another slight rumbling interrupted Atsushi..again

"..y/n-chan are you hungry too?"

"..y-yeah..i'm sorry about this"

"i see..I guess we are both starving-"

[...]

"thanks for the lunch, Atsushi-san!"You thanked the boy as you walked out of the restaurant

"don't worry! i'm happy i can help"

Atsushi is a really nice guy,he's gentle and his being a little bit shy makes him adorable. He's sure a guy you could trust immediately.

He for sure would get along with Sig—

"y/n! i finally found you!"

—ma..

You saw a figure you were finally familiar with, running to you

"Sigma!" finally! he found you!

"God y/n..You maked me worried! You can't just disap-.."Sigma’s face suddenly became pale

"You again.."Sigma said almost in a whisper

"Wait..You are the one from the sky casino!?..You- You- are alive? i'm so h-happy about it"Atsushi had a mixed tone between happiness and worry.

Sigma took your wrist and put you behind him, as if to protect you:"Y/n, you know this guy?" his voice was strangely serious and nervous

"n-not really..i just meet him, but, he's not a bad person!He even offered me lunch"

"don't..don't talk to him ever again"

"w-what? why!"

Atsushi tried to get closer, but without success

"Look, your name is Sigma right? I-I don't wanna hurt you or y/n. In fact, i just wanna help you! i know you're not a bad gu-"

"Oh please,i don't need you pity!"Sigma yelled, this doesn't seem like him..

"i-i can, and i will make it on my own!I won't depend on anybody."

Atsushi seemed to think twice before answering:"I- I don't want you to depend on me or Dazai-san or anybody else! i just want to help you!"

"Well, then i don't need your help."Sigma’s voice seemed to stabilize, was it because he was pretending to have confidence? or because he was finally clarifying his position?

"Sig..ma?"you tried to get his attention.

At that moment it’s like he finally realized where he was and what a bad situation he was having you see

He looked at you,In a moment he was like panicked then he looked as his grip on your wrist..it was leaving you bruises:"y-y/n..gosh i'm so sorry- you- i should not- i-..let's just go home. okey?"

He left your wrist to take your hand, this time in a sweeter way. He began to make his way among the people

"Wait!" You heard Atsushi’s voice one last time

"Please, don’t listen to him" Sigma tried to convince you,he did.

Once out of chinatown Sigma stopped to rest a moment: "Y/n, I know this is strange to say but never talk to that guy again, if you see him, avoid him and if he sees you, then you run away"

"why?.." was the only question you could ask him

"just, trust me please. That boy is naive and speaks without thinking"Sigma stroked your cheek.

"please, can you do this for me?"

you nodded.

Sigma smiled at you, he lowered himself to your height and hugged you: "I was afraid something had happened to you.. I’m so happy you’re okay!.."

he pulled away from the hug a bit and looked you in the eyes:"Never trust the naive angels."

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐭.𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

You felt a hand on your shoulder: "Are you cold, malýshka?"

It was a cold late afternoon, the sunset was leaving room for the darkness of the night.

While you and Fyodor were walking down a street in Yokohama you could see that the lights of the shops and the street lamps started to turn on.

"mh, a bit" the cold tickled your nose as you watched your breath condense in the cold air.

"Do you want us to go into a bar and have a hot drink? like tea or something"

a smile made its way on your face as you looked at him.

"I take it as a 'yes' "

You two started looking for a bar.

It didn’t take long because at the end of the road you and Fyodor were walking, right in the curve you have view a bar with vibes very comforting and vintage: café Uzumaki.

"Fyodor,look!" you pointed at that bar.

"Oh the cafè Uzumaki?"

"..i don't really like that café. It's full of.. stray dogs"

dogs? in a café? Ah!, that's sound funny! Am i wrong?

"why don't we go in an another bar? i know a really good-"

your sneeze interrupted him, you really are going to get sick if you don't warm up a bit.

Fyodor looked at the building above the bar, the lights were all off.

"i guess, this bar it's fine too"

He took your hand and led you to the cofé.

you walked into the bar, you enjoyed the heat coming from the automatic heating while Fyodor looked around.

He sighed as you two sat in the chairs in front of the counter.

You felt a little guilty

"Two teas, please" Fyodor ordered at the bartender.

"Fyodor.."you looked down, couldn’t look him in the eye, you felt guilty about letting Fyodor stay in a bar he didn’t like: "i'm sorry, if you don't wanna be here we can go to another bar"

You heard his slight laugh: "Oh its fine, don’t worry too much."

"if you say so.." You still didn't belive him.

"malýshka," Fyodor’s voice caught your attention.

You looked up just to see Fyodor giving you his ushanka:"Here for my taste here it is too hot, would you keep my ushanka while I go to the bathroom?" He smiled at you.

"O-of course i can!" You answered him perhaps with too much emphasis, Fyodor’s smiles are rare, let alone see him without his ushanka

(i will repeat my self for the 1000 time, fyodor as y/n chilhood crush i'm sorry💳 )

"I knew I could count on you" He said to you before he went to the bathroom.

You kept handling his ushanka, you didn’t think it was so soft!

"I’m sorry to interrupt you miss, but here are the teas you ordered" The bartender left the hot water pan on the counter next to you, next to there were varieties of tea leaves, you were really undecided on which to choose.

you were about to pour hot water into the cup when you accidentally with a movement of the elbow you dropped the ushanka on the ground.

You did to get it back, but another hand was faster than yours.

One thing was certain, it wasn’t Fyodor’s.

"Here, little girl!" A young, tall, slender man stood before your eyes.

"Oh,thanks!"

"No problem!"

and now this charismatic man had sat next to you and handed you the ushanka...

"A coffee please!" The boy asked almost yelling with joy at the bartender who was on the other side of the bar, as if he had known him for some time.

Well, he wasn’t any of your business anyway, so you went back to focusing on the tea leaves.

what type of tea should you choose? there were too many varieties you hadn’t tasted yet, how could you choose so easily?

maybe you should wait and ask fyod-

"Rose tea is very good, you should try it"

or maybe you should take advice from the stranger

"mh?"

"Oh, sorry!I saw you indecisive and i wanted to help you to pick a flavor" The charismatic stranger was more talkative than you though.

"it's fine sir,don't worry. In fact i think i'm gonna choose rose tea leaves, thanks!...again"

"no probem,again" the stranger laughed a bit

You started pouring hot water into the cup and putting the leaves in the infuser and then dipping it in the water.

"Here you go, Dazai"A lovely waitress laid a cup of coffee on the counter in front of…well now we know his name,Dazai.

"thaaanks!"

He sipped some coffee before pulling out his tongue and waving his left hand to get air: "ouch-"

"everything's okey mr.Dazai?"You asked, a bit confused for his reaction.

"yeah, i'm fine. Just- the coffee still burn.. atatatatata my poor tongue!"

You laughed, this being a little too dramatic reminded you a little of your brother.

"Oww, even a little girl can make fun of me! what a shameless life i have"

"Sorry sir, i just think that your reactions are so funny"You smiled at him.

He smiled back at you:"oh well, then my life is not totally worthless if i can make kind kids like you smile!"

Okay, that was a really lovely line, my God, my heart is melting-

"Oh and you can call me Osamu, Dazai is my surname"

"Are you sure mr.Daz- i mean, Osamu?"You still don't know him well after all, actually, you know nothing of him.

You know only is name and surname, Osamu Dazai. This is not enough to say you know him,right?

"and your name little girl is?"

"My name is-"

"y/n?.."Finally, a voice you recognized.

"mh?ah, Fyodor!"you were glad he's finally back

he didn’t answer you, he kept looking almost disgusted at everything behind you.

"as i said malýshka, this bar is full of stray dogs."

you looked behind you but apart from Osamu and other customers you couldn’t even see the shadow of a dog.

"Ayia! you're too mean demon Fyodor"

"Speak the one who insults me by calling me 'demon'"

"I’m not insulting you, I’m describing you"

Okay, so… do Osamu and Fyodor know each other?The answer seems to be yes

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if at any moment one of them would commit a murder.

"Fyodor...?"your voice brought him back to reality, as if before he had been like in trans.

His eyes softened:"Sorry, the tea is getting cold, isn’t it?"

he sat next to you:"Come on, let’s hurry up and finish the tea. Otherwise your brother will worry unnecessarily"

"Oh! so this cute thing have a brother?" Dazai smiled

"Ye-"

"it's no one of your business dazai,so please,stop barking." Fyodor sipped his tea

"I’ll stop when you'll stop squeak"Dazai laughed

there were seconds of silence

...

...

...

"is this rose tea? My my malýska, I see that your tastes are becoming more refined" Fyodor literally ignored Dazai and smiled at you.

"well, this is actually my favourit flavour of tea!" You smiled back at him.

"I'm glad to hear this. Next time then i'll take you to a tea shop, shall i?"

"i would love to!"

The joy in your eyes made him giggle a bit.

"Ouch, i'm still here, remember?" Dazai taked the attention

"sorry, i don't speak the language of dogs."

"I see..then miao is better?"

"You have no self-respect, do you?" Fyodor truly was annoyed

Those two, are like cat and rat.

Don't you think the same, dear reader?

that's it! i hope you liked it!💙 and i finally finished a request- i'm so sorry it taked so long

𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙/𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙! 𝙊𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜<3

&lt;90!!3 let's start preparing the event for when we get to 100!

Kyaaa! i'm so happy,we're almost 100. I wanna thank you all so much💙

And ofc, how can i not want to write a special fic for this wonderful event?

I have a LOTS of fics ideas in my mind right now! and i literally can't decide--

soooo, i have an idea! now, i'll put titles with related tw's and a quote that will be in the story (probably taken from a book or a song) and you decide which will be the winning story I'll write for the event! You can easily write to me in the question box or in the chat, I will accept your vote without problems!

THE OPTIONS ARE:

(yeah, i putted nikolai twice bc i love him)

.ೃ࿐Nikolai — 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵 - tw: fem!reader as Nikolai twin,dark content,angst, death of one character, it's all set in the Renaissance period,blood, platonic relationships.

"I am your loyal servant and you're our country's queen. Us, a pair of pitied twins, burdened by our destiny..Let hellfire consume me, If that's what must be done. I will gladly play the part!.. so that you may shine, my sun"

.ೃ࿐Sigma — 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 - tw: fem!reader, fluff, sfw, flashbacks and past life mentions of the reader and Sigma.

"Now that i'm awake,how can i pretend it was all a dream?"

.ೃ࿐Fyodor — 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮 - tw: fem!spy/traitor!reader, dark content but still fluff, suggestive, maybe even angst but just a little.

"You know every thing to say, just as long as i'm in danger, don't you?But..You know what? i like it"

.ೃ࿐Osamu — 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓭 - tw: fem!reader,sfw, hurt/comfort,mention of suicide, mention of the past of Dazai, i promise this have a good ending

"You 'know..i never thought that i would have so say 'i'm sorry' for anyone but me"

.ೃ࿐Ranpo — 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼! - tw: fem!reader,sfw, fluff,love confession

"oh? i see ya recived my letter! I just know you don't have plans for tonight,don't you? So, i'd like for you and i to go romancing"

.ೃ࿐ Nikolai — 𝓐𝓲𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓽~ - tw: fem!yandere!reader,nicknames (good girl, dove, doll etc.) nsfw, mention of murder, maybe dark content??

"Oh my, so now it's my fault if i got you so gone, dove?~ You're being such a good girl for me, shall i prize you?"

soo! have you decided?💙🤔

𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴!

·˚ ༘plot: do you really think he doesn't notice how everyone seems to want to take you away from him? (aka bsd mens when they're jealous!)

·˚ ༘ft: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Nikolai, Fyodor

·˚ ༘tw:fem!reader, possessive behaviour, a bit of dark content, sfw, mention of guns and/or murder in Osamu and Nikolai's part.

·˚ ༘ a/n:okey, i'm really guilty for not posting for two months and more and i'm really sorry about it..I'll do my best to post as soon as i can but all the tests and things i have to study in this semester are really taking me a lot of time- to make up for it, here some hc!

You can see DAZAI jealous in two different ways: When he's being a drama queen or when he's really jealous.

The first, is when he notices that you are talking to a literally another male human other than him, but in a friendly way.

He knows you very well, maybe even more than you could ever think, he know that you see that guy only as a friend and nothing more.. buuut! we all know Osamu, he's still gonna by a dramatic pain in the ass

"Ohh my, belladonna! Are you cheating on me?! You're really breaking my poor heart!" Dazai interrupted the conversation between you and your friend. "whaa- Of course i'm not!" You answered him "i don't belive you! Look at you, talking with someone else other than me! Am i not your favourite anymore?!"He puts his hands on your hips and rests his head on your shoulder. "Or, am i?" he whispered. you sighed, he is always the usual dramatic, your usual drammatic boyfriend. "You are.. and what can i do to be forgiven?" "mhh, uh i know! a romantic double suic-" "do not even think about it" You cut his words "uff!..maybe.." he pointed his cheek with his forefinger "a kiss??" you smiled: "Deal!"

The second, when he's really jealous, it's really rare. Osamu's eyes glaze over with jealousy when he sees someone who could actually take you away from him.

He can see how you are really comfortable with that person and how he seems very intrested in you.

Of course, you're not gonna betray him, don't you? He's not gonna lost his angel,right?

At that point, not only Osamu Dazai is jealous, the demon prodigy is envious.

'why all that does seems so natural? is this how betrayal works? Why is this happening? Why all off that seems so...human? Is she going to leave m-... No. She's not. I can't forget that my poor angel is a human,it is obvious that she could be subjugated by tricks like this. I'll just..I'll just help her a bit to not fall in the trick'

Let's just say that, whoopsie! Oddly, Dazai's gun is suddenly out of bullets!

You heard the front door open,there was only one other person who, apart from you, had the keys to the house :"Ohhh belladonna, I'm hooome!" You got out of bed, half asleep " 'Samu, it's late! where have you been all this time?"you yawned a little as you spoke. "Aw, is my angel tired?" he chuckled. "Mh a bit, i was waiting for you" you rubbed your eye lightly to try to stay awake. "oh you'll make me feel guilty! luckily, I got you a surprise~" you were really so tired that you didn't realize that Dazai,in his left hand, was holding a bouquet of red roses. "do you like them?" he smiled. You were a bit surprised, how sweet of him, don't you think? "I love them!" This surprise really waked you up. You took a second to admire his figure, how lucky you are, he really is your type. Tall, slender, a good build, a gun in his right hand, brown hair surrounding his beautiful fac- uh oh, wait a second- "O-Osamu, why do you have..why do you have a gun in your right hand?" there was a second of silence before dazai's voice eased the tension "mh?oh!, don't worry, it's unloaded! Ya see?" he tried to fire a few shots but nothing came out of the gun, so it was definitely empty now. "I went out to buy new bullets because they ran out, and you know, for my job it's always better to have a gun in my pocket!" his smile looked so innocent, how can you not belive him? You sighed with relief: "You're right, sorry..gosh, what i was even thinking!"he put the gun on the couch and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck "don't worry your self so much bella" he took a deep breath, as if to inhale your perfume one last time, before starting to walk towards your room "shall we go to sleep now, my sleeping beauty?" You nodded while you leaned your head in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes. "i love you so much Osamu" You murmured he chuckled "i love you too, angel. i would do anything to have you by my side"

Its' really easy to understand when CHUUYA is jealous. He's visibly frustrated and gets annoyed much more easily. But if you ask him if he's jealous, he'll answer you with "Pft, me? jealous? Baby please, that's absolutely ridiculous".

Sometimes it's quite funny to see him jealous, he's like a chihuahua growling at everyone who seems interested in you, and it's adorable!

Even if there are those times, when he's cleary ensecure.

Now, don't get me wrong! He's Nakahara Chuuya, a port mafia esecutive, he's really strong and smart. he isn't ensecure about what he is. He knows his strengths and limits.

He's ensecure about other person value. No one can assure him that the person you're talking to right now, can't give you more love and attentions than he gives you. He know what he can give you, but he's 'scared' that maybe there's someone who can give you more than him. He want only the best for his love, he's scared that he can't give you what you really deserve.

Thankfully, Chuuya isn't very good at hiding what's on his mind, it doesn't take you a long time to understand what he's thinking about.

So please, remind your boyfriend that he's more than 'good enough' by cuddle him a bit more in those times. I know you can do it, dear!

you and chuuya were sitting on the sofa, or rather, he was sitting on the sofa while you were sitting on his lap. chest to chest, you had your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands were playing with his hair. "I love you" You whispered with a smile, interrupting the moment of silence that was created between you and him. "i..i love you too princess. i really, really do." He seems like he was still lost in his toughts. You sighed, "Chuuya, please, look at me" and in the moment your eyes met, you immediately understood what was on his mind. "sigh, you leave no other choice.." "mh? what do you mea—" You kissed him "I love you so much Chuuya Nakahara" You kissed him on the forehead. "You're more than enough for me" Now on his cheek. "I want nothing more than to be with you" Now on his other cheek. You kissed him once again on his lips "I wouldn't trade you for anyone in the world" his eyes were wide open as his cheeks turn in a bright red: "God..I love you so fucking much, you have no idea"

RANPO doesn't become jealous very often. Like in the case of Dazai, he knows you and he know you see that person only as a friend. He's absolutely fine with you hanging out with your friends as long as most of your attention will still be focused on him.

He understands and is totally fine with you, once or twice, refusing to go on a date with him because you have to go out with your friends but if your rejections increase..well, this man will sure get jealous— why are you giving most of your attention to them and not him?? That's not fair! not fair!

Now, i think Ranpo could have two types of reactions:

◦Being sticky:

"Ranpo, please.. I already told you that this night i'll hang out with them!" you complained as you tried to free yourself from Ranpo's embrace. "Mhh,no! you've already gone out with them three times this week" he tightened his grip a little tighter and put his head in the crook of your neck. "That's not fair! I'm your boyfriend, not them!" he snorted. You were a little confused "..Ranpo, are you jealous?" There was a moment of silent, he was looking at you with a look that seemed to want to tell you 'Are you kidding me sweety?'. "Of course i'm jealous! wasn't it obvious? You're giving me less attention because of them..Do you really don't understand that?" You were a little surprised by how he admitted to being jealous without any problems— but Ranpo is still Ranpo after all. Well now, what excuse are you going to use with your friends to explain them that you can't go out tonight anymore?

◦Avoid you,until you understand "how he felt" when you 'rejected' him:

"C'mon! Why are you ignoring me??"you said in an exasperated tone, he's been ignoring you since this morning. "mph!" he snorts as he spins the swivel chair, leaving his back to you. "Ranpo i love you, but please, can you stop being childish and tell me why are you avoid me?". He sure was childish sometimes but you love it and he knows that. "i'm not childish! Why are you even bothering? Just go out with you friends since you prefer their company to mine!"He pouted "Oh but you know it isn't true!" "alalalalala i can't hear you! Guys can you hear her? Because i cant" Not only was he ignoring you, but he was also making a scene out of you in front of the agency. "Okey okey, i'm sorry! Can you please forgive me..?" "nope, that's not how it works!" you sighed, again, this guy is gonna make you crazy one of these one day. "Mhh, will you forgive if i buy you some snaks?" He turned in your direction, finally "That's not enough dear—" Your kiss was really really was unexpected for him "Not even if i spend all this day with you and i'll promise to give you more attention?" "You'll give me more attention that you give at them?" "I will for sure!" You smiled "..You really know how to make your favourite detective forgive you,don't you hon'?" He smiled back at you, and let you those beautiful emerald eyes that fall in love with.

Is like impossible to see NIKOLAI jealous—but only bacuse you can't see his jealousy, it doesn't mean that he's not!

Actually, we all saw how Nikolai is good at acting, right? So he'll play the part of the 'never jealous boyfriend' even when he's really jealous.

You can talk about and go out with every person you want, he for sure will not be the one to stop you—He doesn't have problems with your friends!..as long as they see you only as a friend as well.

But when you start to talk about someone who winned your love once(like an ex), or would have winned your love instead of him (like an old crush)..Well, he will act all lovely and being like "oh no,don't worry dove! You can talk about them,i don't mind!" while behind his wide smile he's allready planning something.

The death of that person? a threat? both? who knows! That's for sure an idea for a quiz

However, in front of you, you will only see you wonderfull 'never jealous booyfriend' with who you can speak about everything.

"and i swear, he was like my biggest crush on higschool!" You said while chuckling and smiling remembering you when you were a student

"Oh really?" Nikolai asked as he chuckle as well "i bet you were such a a messy student in love,dove!~"

"Yeah in fact,I was!" You keep smiling, sometimes it's nice to remember the past, especially when you can talk freely about it with your boyfriend!

"But then..i never saw him again after the last year of school" you sighed softly and chuckled "you can't imagine how sad I was about that at the time!..Now i only laugh when I think about it" you smiled.

Nikolai smirks a bit "well, you have me now~ don't you?"

You looked at him with a warm smile "yeah, and i'm glad about it"

"aww! dove, your gonna make me blush!i can fell my heart melting~" Nikolai put a hand to his chest, being dramatic, as usual.. but what is life without drama? boring!

You only chuckled at his reaction

ahh, nikolai..your nikolai, your boyfriend. He's so perfect isn't he?

He's handsome, funny, silly and extremely intelligent when needed. How can you not love this guy?

he doesn't even get jealous for you to see! He's such a good boyfriend that rather than playing the boring part of 'the jealous boyfriend', he kills without your knowledge all those who tried to get your love before him.

he gets rid of that nagging emotion called jealousy and you save yourself a trauma, it's a win-win situation, isn't it?

I have the head canon that FYODOR is quite a really possessive person, so i think he can sense even the slightest advance from other people towards you.

Of course, he's not the kind of guy who shows that he's possessive, instead, he will make small moves, almost unnoticed by you, but which imply that you are his, only his.

His arm around your waist as he listens to you talk with your friend, sometimes is closer to you a few centimeters more than usual, his intention of wanting to get all your attention making you forget who you were talking to until a few minutes ago.

There are only few times when he does something maybe a little more..evident. Looking at you with the smirk that you like so much while you try to converse with someone, he becomes a little more clingy which he usually isn't,he takes your chin with his index finger and made you to look at him, before leaving you a sweet and quick kiss.. all infront of your friend.

You blushed hardly after Fyodor kissed you infront of your friend.

"I- I-" You were trying to say something, but you were too stunned to speak.

Fyodor smirked"Oh? What is it now milaya? up until a few seconds ago you seemed to have a lot to talk about with your friend. why don't you keep talking mh?"

𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙/𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙! 𝙊𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜💙

Do you know day this it today

It’s Fyodor Friday

I am so late, but plot-heavy Fyodor fics 🤩🤩🤩🙏👌❤️💋

♜ ❛ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐘 ❜ — FROM EDEN

content. f!reader. kidnapping, canon compliant, mutual pining, enemies and lovers, explicit language, canon-typical violence, murder, and references to suicide. not proofread. 6.2k+ words.

author's note. i'm super excited for the first entry to this series! i wanted to release this days ago, but i wasn't satisfied with it, so it's gone through a couple drafts, and i stayed up way too late to finish it, so i hope you enjoy!

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“They are the only ones capable of defeating him,” you finally met his hostile stare. “Tell me—in a game of cards, what would be the benefit of showing your deck to someone who isn’t your ally?”

Dust twirled and twisted in the air, sparkling in the shine of a sunset that threatened to bleach essential documents with its powerful rays. People restlessly muttered to themselves, filling in the quiet as they tried to finish their last bits of work so they could retire into their nightly routines. There were the outliers, of course. Dazai hardly ever touched paperwork when asked and leaned back in his chair without a care in the world. Ranpo was always in a similar state, though he took the time to devour a new lollipop every couple of minutes, having been gifted a couple of bagfuls courtesy of Minoura and his subordinates.

"We're back!" you exclaimed, propping the office door open with your hip as you adjusted a flimsy tray of caffeinated drinks in your arms, letting Atsushi in with the rest of them. Everyone perked up as if they were rescued from peril, most wandering over in the hopes of snatching theirs before returning to their excruciating endeavors.

You craned your head back towards your newest recruit. "Could you set those down in there?"

"Sure," Atsushi replied, distracted as he labored to balance his tray onto the table without spilling anything. In the end, he relented and decided to remove each individual drink and set them down. You tried not to make fun of his relieved expression—he was probably traumatized from the time he had spilled them all. Despite reassurances from most people that it was okay, everyone had been in a cranky mood for the rest of that day, so you decided to assist him with the task ever since.

While Atsushi deliberated with his task, you decided to deliver drinks to those who had chosen not to leave their work. "One espresso for Kunikida." The man merely waved in thanks with his non-dominant hand, too engrossed in drafting an incident report. "And one abomination for Dazai." The suicide enthusiast scoffed as he snatched the drink from your hands, cradling it like it was his malformed baby. It was a miracle he didn't burn his hands.

"I'll have you know that this is the secret concoction for my beauty."

"Certain it's not another suicide attempt?" And despite his concentration, Kunikida always had time to comment on his partner's less-than-stellar preferences, especially when they always seemed to find a way to obstruct his work.

"Even if it's not one," you covered your nose as a rancid smell started to waft from the cup, "the smell alone makes me want to jump."

"I'm wounded!"

You left Kunikida to handle Dazai, knowing he was likely seconds away from throttling him, and your hands cramped as you balanced not only a drink but a collection of pastries sent from the café manager's wife herself. The drink wasn't much better than Dazai's, though it luckily didn't have a distinct smell. It was just the massive amounts of sugar that made you nauseous as you tried not to imagine the taste of such a sweet drink.

How the master detective didn't have any cavities was beyond you.

"Only the finest drink for the world's greatest detective," you said, amused as you settled it down in front of him. He remained stretched back, legs propped over the desk as he swung them back and forth.

Without an ability, you were often chained to office work—but it was no secret that you thrived out on the field, regardless of whether you had an ability or not. You became the unspoken assistant to Ranpo whenever he was needed outside of the office, functioning as both an equal and interpreter for his blunt and childlike mannerisms. It had created a kinship between you both as the only two "ability-less" agents allowed to solve cases by themselves.

"It's about time," he groaned.

But that didn't stop him from having an attitude with you or anyone else.

"Glad you didn't forget the creamer—unlike someone here."

Ranpo and the resident weretiger locked eyes, with the latter returning the gaze with an unamused glare. There was another unspoken fact about the staff at the Agency—Ranpo was notorious for taunting new recruits, especially ones as reactive as Atsushi. In fact, Kunikida's first months had to have been your favorite time. Despite his inherent respect for his senior, even he had a difficult time and questioned the methods and attitude of the super-deduction genius, but like everyone else, he learned Ranpo was simply that way.

"(Name)-san!" your train of thought was broken, spinning on your heel to meet the brunette woman calling your name, pausing as she pointed at her computer screen. "Can you take a look at this for me?"

She shrunk back from the stern tilt of your head. "You're not asking me to do it for you again, are you?" Her reaction told you everything you needed to know; scrunching back in her seat as sweat started to drip from her forehead. "I told you I can't do your work for you anymore. It's not my fault you're too busy obsessing over your cat."

She fiddled with her thumbs like a scorned child. You sighed. "Fine, I'll check it, but nothing more! Capeesh?"

Her relief sprung forth like a rushing waterfall, uttering 'thank you's' and 'I owe you one's'—as if she ever returned the favor. You rolled your chair beside her, scanning over the documents on her screen, which consisted primarily of the office's activities and expenditures from the past two weeks. From the ambush by the Black Lizard to the serial disappearances of travelers, both the minds and pockets of the staff had run rampant without constraint.

"These dates need to match with the ones on these papers, not those. You've also swapped two of the addresses," you said, pointing to them on the screen, "here and here."

She groaned, throwing her head back as she massaged the corners of her screen-strained eyes. "Thank you. I'd have my head on backward if you weren't here."

You elbowed her, offering her a comforting but cheeky smile. "That's what I'm here for."

RING! RING!

You picked up the phone as you shooed Haruno back to her work. These phones sucked, the speaker crackling to life with the ambient sounds of static. Most of them had been donated or were bought used, obviously on their last life. It made the constant back-and-forth with clients a guaranteed path to a headache, but there wasn't much else you could do about it. Despite the government's proclamations that the agency was a well-regarded and heroic organization worthy of praise, they rarely invested their resources so that it could flourish to its truest potential—that wasn't a surprise, given how Yokohama's Special Division treated abilities that weren't under its thumb.

"You've reached the Armed Detective Agency—this is Kurihara (Name) speaking. How can I help you?"

The voice on the other end of the line was muffled, but it was difficult to tell if that was a fault of the phone or if it was an intentional endeavor on the speaker's part. "Hallo, Ms. Kurihara. Such a charming voice." You pressed your ear closer to the receiver in spite of the pain. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that the man on the other line had an accent—German, you thought.

That was unusual, to say the least. Most people who knew about the detective agency were domestic, or at the very least from Japan if they weren't from the city itself. Contact from anyone outside of that demographic was abnormal, at least if it was in association with an everyday case.

Your reaction seemed to at least catch the attention of one person. "Is something wrong?" Naomi mouthed from across the desks, but you brushed her off as you tried to refocus.

"Thank you, sir. What can I do for you?"

"Straight to the point, hm?" he clicked his tongue. "I'll be quick. You're the agency's liaison, yes?"

"I am," you replied, fiddling with the coils of the phone cord, knotting it around your index finger before squishing it with your thumb.

"Marvelous! I have a message for you to deliver."

The normal part of you wanted to snap back at the man, stating he could have easily placed this message of his into an email, maybe added a GIF or two if he wanted to be theatrical, but the atypical set-up of the conversation left your normal wit at the front door. This man was odd if you had been asked to describe him, and it wasn't because of his accent—no, you had met plenty of people who spoke the same with an assortment of personalities, both good and bad. It was the lilt of his tone that threw you for a loop, like a snake trying to act as the charmer, luring in a mouse with cheese as it waited at the end of a trap. Perhaps that was the reason you decided to take a pen and some paper from Haruno's stationery, fidgeting with the clicker as he continued to speak, an anxious action that did little to appease your watchful juniors.

"You have two hours to hand over your master detective."

You peered over at the aforementioned sleuth out of the corner of your eye, who sat none-the-wiser to his newfound predicament, downing his candied drink as he grouched to himself about his boredom despite the piles of cases on his desk. He certainly wouldn't be bored after this. It wasn't rare for someone to threaten Ranpo—he was incredibly polarizing—but more often than not, it was a prank. This wasn't the same.

"Failure to do so," the man over the phone stopped himself, attempting to contain his amusement as his laughter almost slipped into cartoonish joy, forcing you to swallow the impulse to insult the unseen bastard from head-to-toe, "will result in the premature slumber of the clerks and clients of Chuoshijo Bank. That will be where the handover will occur."

You almost broke the phone as its thinner bridge started to crush in your hand. "I'm assuming you won't say why you're doing this?"

He left off with a chuckle. "That's all part of the fun, no?"

The line dropped, and you were only left with the same static. You were silent and contemplative as you reconnected the phone and stared at the piece of paper in your hand. The next step would be to check if this threat was as legitimate as the man made it out to be and you had your suspicions. Three of your juniors eyed you as you walked over to the agency's beacon of ideals, which only drew the attention of everyone else.

"Kunikida."

No response.

"I think he's a little preoccupied," Atsushi replied for him, though you didn't need a reply as you watched the blonde's hand move back and forth in a rhythm, his focus honestly admirable.

"He won't be for long."

The slap reverberated throughout the office, and if your co-workers weren't paying attention before, they certainly were now. Kunikida took a moment to pause his work, eyes drifting to look at the paper that had assaulted his face, which innocently floated onto the surface of his desk. He scowled at the message scrawled across the page, though it was only noticeable through the subtle twitch of his eye.

"Is this threat legitimate?" He adjusted his glasses with the edge of his finger as if the words on the paper would morph into something else, but they didn't.

"A threat?" Kenji leaned his body to peer around you, trying to take a curious look at the message.

"Whoever this was claims they'll kill the people at Chuoshijo Bank if we don't hand over Ranpo."

It only took a couple of moments before almost the entire office gathered around, staring at the paper with both intrigue and worry. No one had ever attempted to place an actual threat toward the lead detective, at least not since most of the members had joined. Even senior members were a bit confused by it, and it felt like a bad omen.

"It wasn't from a local," you piped up. "The man had an accent. German, if I'm not mistaken."

Dazai was one of the members who didn't bother to rise from his chair, though he had no issue inserting his two cents into the discussion. "He could be a member of the Kanagawa Insurance Agency. It's a front for the Port Mafia, but some of its associates were hired from a German reconnaissance platoon after the war."

It astounded you that people never realized his previous profession, even with the numerous times he had delved into information only a Port Mafia member would know. Kunikida was still left in the dark, but he went with his words without question, which was both admirable since he trusted his partner so much and worrisome since he never seemed to pick up on that detail. There was a secret bet for how long it would take for him to realize it.

"We probably won't receive answers from them directly," Kunikida grumbled, the weariness in his tone palpable. He reflected the temperament of the entire agency, wanting a break from the chaos. "We'll have to conduct an investigation."

"The important question is—what could they want with Ranpo?" you asked, and everyone turned to the detective for the answer, only to find him asleep in his chair, hat awkwardly covering his face with his emptied cup still in hand.

"Dazai, (Name)," Kunikida's sternness drew your attention away, "head down to the bank to scope out the situation and try to make contact with the enemy. I'll inform the Boss of the situation while Atsushi and Tanizaki investigate their headquarters. Everyone else is to remain here and protect Ranpo."

The look in his eyes was similar to that of a hawk as he stared at Dazai. "We don't know if they've released the threat publicly, so watch what you say."

"Aye, Aye!" Dazai exclaimed with a salute. "You heard him, (Name)."

"I was referring to you, Dazai!"

"Kurihara-san!" a voice called from the midst of reporters. "What's the reason for the Armed Detective Agency's involvement?"

"We are strictly here to advise the police. Please disperse from this area."

You grimaced as you and Dazai tried to maneuver through a throng of news crews swarming around the outer reaches of the bank. On a normal day, the neighborhood was tranquil, a scenic location near the harbor with an occasional cluster of families or tourists, but the frenzy of flashing cameras and insistent voices shattered that panoramic atmosphere. The organization that man belonged to likely tipped them off, since there were rarely reporters so early in the case.

"Is the Port Mafia involved in this incident?" one reporter hollered, driving a microphone alarmingly close to your face.

"Can you confirm if this is connected to the string of robberies in Gumyoji-cho?" another piped in, several cameramen competing with each other for the best view. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as Dazai tried to place himself in every frame.

This was the aspect of your position that irritated you the most, though you were considered the most adept at handling it out of any of your co-workers—but these people so easily ignored the fact that real lives could possibly be on the line, simply because they wanted their next big break. Luckily for you and unluckily for them, this was one of the few occasions when you were permitted to summon a little attitude.

You held up your hand, shoving the microphone back in the opposite direction. "When the police have prepared a statement, they'll let you know." Like Moses with the Red Sea, the news crews parted at the hint of your obvious irritation. Many of them had become familiar with your infamous intolerance for the media's bullshit from several other incidents, and none of them wanted to be the victim of one of your notorious letters to their bosses. The liaison of the Armed Detective Agency was not to be tested.

"Remind me never to cover for you."

You chuckled at the comment from your companion, bumping his shoulder. "You'd have to get out of bed on days you *are* scheduled for that to ever happen.

Dazai gaped at your scathing dissertation of his character, inclined to make chase as he rushed to catch you through the crowd, only to tumble over the police tape, which astonishingly remained secure as he landed on his face. If he hadn't received enough attention before, he certainly was now as cameras turned to him in not-so-subtle attempts to capture the dashing detective, now a pile of bandages on the sidewalk.

Despite your amusement, you had mercy on him, tugging him by the tails of his trench coat as he wept into your arms. "I can't believe this. My reputation—ruined!"

"I'm certain you'll find some girl who doesn't watch the news," you replied, patting his shoulder in a mock attempt to comfort him.

"Detectives!" a voice hollered from further in the taped-off zone. On further inspection, it was Deputy Minoura who waved the both of you over. It allowed for a momentary respite as the crews turned their cameras away from your faces and onto the building itself, but no one seemed to have greater relief than Minoura, though he raised a brow at your unlikely duo. "Where's your master detective? Is he really too busy to get his ass down here? Should've bribed him with more of those damn sweets."

Despite the severity of the situation, you had to try hard not to laugh. "Actually, he's under watch at the office. The same people who've orchestrated this mess are after him, too."

"Shit," he mumbled, and you felt an instant wave of pity for the poor man. He had a lot of shit on his plate already, if you knew anything about his superiors, and was handed a mostly incompetent task force of barely qualified cadets that depended on Ranpo to solve their problems. Minoura gnawed at the inside of his lip, a hand brushing against the small patch of stubble on his chin. "I'll be frank with you: things aren't looking great. The entire place is on lockdown, and no one's be able to make contact with anyone inside."

You and Dazai eyed each other, not wanting to verbally recognize the unspoken aspect of the situation—the possible chance that everyone inside could already be a bunch of corpses. Neither of you wanted to jump to that conclusion, and while it was within the realm of possibility, it would do more harm than good to assume that was the case right out of the gate. However, the two-hour time constraint remained a further pressure as the clock ticked by.

Dazai hummed. "When's the last time your men swept the perimeter?"

"It's been a bit," Minoura replied. "They've been focused around the main entrance and the roof, so I'll leave the rest to you two for now."

You started your search on the side of the building that faced the harbor, pushing on doors and peeking through windows for the chance there was a crack in their defenses. It took a few minutes of investigating, but it was as Minoura had stated—everything was locked and covered. No loose doors and no cracked windows. Banks were always the worst when it came to any sort of terror situation due to their structure, made like a prison under the perfect circumstances.

"There should be another exit connected to the second floor," you said, pointing back to a staircase you both had yet to look into. "I'll check there while you start on the other side."

His eyes followed you as you ran out of sight, and he hated the abnormal inkling that was itching at the back of his mind, refusing to bubble to the surface. It was aggravating for the genius to be left in the dark by his own thoughts, typically a master of his mind, but the situation itself eluded him. The total lockdown of the bank, the lack of contact from hostages, the tip-off of the media—something wasn't adding up.

It took him another minute before a part of his realization set in.

It shouldn't take you that long to check a fire escape.

Your eyes fluttered open, the thump of your heartbeat deafening your ears like an alarm clock. It took careful deliberations to breathe, the air as thick and warm as molasses on a summer day. The dusky radiance of the moon did little to aid your search as you tried to piece together your location.

It was an abandoned warehouse—a cavernous expanse of shadows and echoed sound. Steel beams crisscrossed above, reinforcing the high-vaulted ceiling that was laden with cobwebs in every corner. Wooden crates scattered about, some sealed with others wide open, stacked haphazardly across slick concrete, shaping into a labyrinth of unknown objects. It would've been the place of nightmares if not for your splintering headache, which placed your fearful reaction on hold as you muttered to yourself, tussling with the restraints that threatened to cut off your blood flow.

"Good morning, Dornröschen."

A man sauntered out from behind a crate, and you shuddered to think he had stood there watching the entire time. He was middle-aged and stoutly built, with tufts of sandy, peppered hair that slicked back to touch his crown, not a strand out of place. In other circumstances, you'd assume he was a foreign dignitary—a walking advertisement for the heights of western-European fashion, dawning a Brioni wool suit and Austrian Oxfords. He repositioned his golden cufflinks, the room thickening with the stench of an oud-scented cologne.

"Nice to finally meet face-to-face, Ms. Kurihara."

The blurred edges of your vision cleared away, and your face shined with clarity. "You're the caller."

He oozed with a cartoonesque delight, clasping his hands. "Correct! And I must admit, you are even lovelier than you sound over the phone, herzchen."

You scowled as he attempted to cup your face with those same grubby hands, leaning away. "Don't touch me."

"A feisty one, hm?"

He jerked a stainless steel flask out of his pocket, monogrammed with initials—E.K. You eyed it before you swallowed a groan, having arrived at a worrisome conclusion. Dazai had been correct. The leader of that aforementioned German reconnaissance platoon, as he had informed you en route to the bank, was a man named Eduard Knopf—and it seemed you had the honor and displeasure of meeting him face-to-face. He had a reputation for being a seedy individual, luring people into deals that always fell through on the other end, leaving the poor soul in debt to both the mafia and their front company.

You hissed when he yanked on your ear, forcing you to meet his gaze. "It's fortunate our efforts didn't go to waste. For all their discernment, your co-workers aren't too vigilant when it comes to guarding their most precious asset, no?" Your nose shriveled in disgust as the smell of whiskey was blown against your face. "Left defenseless without an ability."

You blinked, trying to process everything. "Precious?" you muttered as he released his hold on your ear to take another sip from his flask. "I'm just a liaison. They could easily find a replacement for my position if they needed to. And what about Ranpo?"

Eduard spat out his drink, hacking as he punched his chest to cough it onto the floor. You stared with disbelief and disdain as he went from choking to laughing, almost hysterically.

"What's so funny?"

"This isn't about that infantile detective," he said, wiping a tear—if you knew anything about Ranpo, you knew he had probably detected that insult from miles away. "We have our ways of learning about him and every one of your co-workers. No, that's not why we brought you here."

Your lips pressed together in a tight line. "Then why am I here?"

"Do you not know?" he pressed, tilting his head as if you were supposed to ascertain his thoughts from the sky. "That's possible, certainly, but I'd hate for you to disappoint me. You've been so charming up until now."

"Can I have a hint?" you urged, trying to hold back your obvious irritation as your legs pulled against the restraints.

"Your name was at the top of a list."

Thousands of questions swarmed in your mind, but the one at the forefront was exactly who created this list. It wasn't likely the government—out of all your co-workers, you were the least likely to be put under watch. That honor went to Dazai, with Atsushi barely placing as a runner-up. And it certainly wasn't the Port Mafia; they had no interest in an ability-less woman unless it was for a ransom.

"Who made the—"

"It was found in a database that belongs to the Demon from the North."

Oh. Oh.

"Damn it," you muttered, head leaned back as you resigned to your inevitable fate. "Of course, it's him."

"So you do know! Marvelous, simply marvelous."

But with your newfound clarity, you looked at Eduard with an altered point of view. The revelation shattered your initial assumptions, and your ass kicked back into gear, racking over every detail as you sunk back into an older perspective, careful not to fall too far in. Otherwise, you'd be left to crawl out without a lifeline to hold on to.

"How did you gain access to his servers?"

"We had several spies infiltrate the Rats—some professional hackers that breached into his operating system within a week." His pride was palpable as it spilled over. He adjusted the lapels of his suit with the confidence of a man who had not spattered a concoction of alcohol and saliva across the dirty floor. "So I can assure you that your secrets are in capable hands. We both want the same thing, and my men are prepared to squash these pests once and for all."

"Hm, really?" you hummed noncommittally.

"Of course! All you need to do is tell us what you know. I'm certain the agency will understand the mutual benefit."

He drew his phone out from another pocket, fingers aimlessly mashing at buttons as he tried to search for something. Only a few moments passed before his foot began to tap, the heel of his shoe echoing inside this metal tin of a structure as he became antsier by the second. Fortunately, he found what he wanted and turned the screen in your direction. You squinted, your eyes adjusting to the glaring light of a blurred list. The picture was almost indecipherable, as if a high-schooler had taken it—though even the teens in the agency were likely ten times as capable as Eduard's spies.

"Do you recognize any of these names?"

You deciphered the unintelligible text the best you could manage, but after the first name, it didn't matter. The trend was obvious to anyone featured on it, and a part of you didn't want to say anything, but that would probably cause more problems than necessary.

"I do."

"Perfect!" he exclaimed. "Can you remember any addresses? Cities would work, too."

"It wouldn't matter, even if I did." You eyed him, and the next words you uttered drained the life out of you. "They're all dead."

He paused, stumbling over his gestures. "Are you certain? Everyone on this list—"

"Is dead and buried. Six-feet-under."

He bore into his phone, staring at the list with morbid fascination. "So this is a hit list?" The look he made left little room for comfort. You had to resist the impulse to scooch back in your seat. "You must have some important information, then. Anything you wish to share? I have no doubt we could come up with a little arrangement for your release."

"What do you have to lose?" he chuckled, his phone clicking with each stroke as he preemptively started to draft a message.

"No."

.

.

.

"Excuse me?"

Silence filled the warehouse, the wind of the harbor acting as the only sound. He turned on his heel, his phone limp in a loosened hand. You had no reason or desire to meet his eyes; you were merely looking beyond him.

"He's your enemy," Eduard griped, his brow twitching as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. "Why keep his secrets to yourself? Is it 'cause you're not aligned with our methods? You can't pretend the agency is the epitome of morality."

"It isn't that," you replied, watching the moon as it made its ascent above the window line. "It's just that you're incapable of defeating him."

His voice dwindled to a murmur, dripping with the venom of a snake oil salesman. "My organization has ten times the manpower of that pathetic agency of yours. What could they do, hm?"

"They are the only ones capable of defeating him," you finally met his hostile stare. "Tell me—in a game of cards, what would be the benefit of showing your deck to someone who isn't your ally? And what's the chance that they'd rat you out the moment they were inevitably backed into a corner?"

His mouth outstretched into a vicious snarl, and he toyed with his pocket. "Oh, herzchen. And here I thought you were smart." A flash of metal lustered in the moon's brilliance as Eduard fiddled with the safety of an old Luger pistol—not that you seemed that interested, your eyes distant once more. He smacked the muzzle against your forehead in a vain attempt to allure a reaction but was only met with silence.

"I'll make sure to return you in one piece."

BANG!

The sound deafened the warehouse. Hardened eyes subsided into shock before they glazed over as Eduard sunk to the floor, his head hitting the concrete with a hard smack. Blood trickled into a stream out of the wound in his forehead from the bullet that had pierced straight through his skull.

"You've gotten yourself into quite the predicament."

You acknowledged the speckles of blood on your skin with a wince, a familiar silhouette approaching from the darkness. It had been a minute since you had seen his face, but you knew those intense eyes, only veiled by the thin strands of hair that fell between them. He raised a curious brow as you noted the pistol in his right hand, which he turned to conceal back into his pocket. A hush filled the space once more, the depth of your stare only amusing him.

"You don't look too pleased to see me."

"I can't say I am," you replied. "You're bound to bring destruction wherever you trail."

He smirked, fingers smoothing against the scrape on your forehead. "Is that any way to speak to your savior?"

"You mean my actual kidnapper?" your lip quirked up. "You didn't expect me to believe this was all some sort of coincidence, did you? Don't tell me you think I'm an idiot."

"You, моя милая? Never," he replied, his devilish smile flickering into a softer expression before reverting once more. "It was predictable to partner with the Armed Detective Agency, любимая. It's no surprise they've drawn you in."

"Predictable actions can have unprecedented results. You'll just have to wait for my next move."

He lifted your chin with the edge of his finger, swiping his thumb underneath your jawline. "As anticipated. I'd only expect the best from you."

His fingers danced across the surface of an old switchblade's handle, severing the rotted restraints around your wrists and ankles until you were unbound. He braced your shoulders as you attempted to stand on your own two feet, body unused to your weight from the hours of sitting—it was no surprise that he took the opportunity to snake an arm around your waist, pressing you firmly against his chest.

"It's been too long," he drawled, a satisfied smile pressed against the heated skin of your neck as you tried in vain not to melt at his touch. You found yourself subconsciously returning the gesture, a hand drawing circles up his spine in a manner that always made him fold.

"What're you playing at?"

"It's as you said." He raised the palm of your hand to his lips, kisses intricately placed into every wrinkle before they carefully decorated the marks on your wrists. "It's foolish to show your cards to an enemy. And you, моя милая, are the worst person to show my hand."

You hummed as he left a kiss on your forehead, careful not to disturb the bruise that started to blossom. "So cold you are," he whispered. "To take my heart and wield it against me."

And you allowed yourself to lean into his chest, eased by the subtle beat of his heart. "I could say the same to you, Федя."

The warmth of his hands rendered you motionless, a reminder of balsam smoke in the altars of churches that had been ebbed over the years. For the first time in forever, you indulged in his presence and allowed his soft words to soothe your doubts with every caress. He was temptation itself, and he knew what he was doing. It would be so easy to succumb to his sweet delusions. Your chin was lifted once more, and you knew you wouldn't be able to resist him if he kissed you. But as your lips were about to meet, voices could be heard from further in the warehouse.

"What if she's hurt?"

"I'm sure she's fine, Atsushi," a sardonic voice responded. "(Name)'s a tough woman. She can handle herself."

You looked away from Fyodor, smiling fondly at the racket created by your co-workers. He stared for a moment before letting out a resigned sigh, drawing your attention back in his direction.

"It seems our time has been cut shorter than I anticipated." He left one last kiss against your knuckles. "Until we meet again." He left in the opposite direction, his black coat shielding him from sight as your co-workers round the corner.

"(Name)-san!" Atsushi exclaimed, the stomp of his boots echoing until they came to a halt, split-colored eyes widening at the sight of Eduard's body. "What happened to him?"

Your brow puckered as you racked your mind for an excuse—it was obvious you hadn't done this, but could you possibly tell them the truth? And how would you even start?

Dazai knelt beside the corpse, careful not to displace any vital evidence as he moved disheveled hair away to assess the wound. Clean entrance in the back, messy exit in the front—a shot from behind. His face bowed in contemplation, lines of deep thought etching along his face before he perked back into his normal guise, practically bouncing on one foot in mirth.

"Oh, thank goodness!" he cried, practically bouncing as he took your hands into his in an all-too-familiar manner. "I was so worried something had happened to you. 'Such a waste of beauty,' I said!"

Your response was to flick his forehead, chuckling as he shrank down to the floor with his head in his hands, whining about your 'cruelty' and that he'd 'make you pay for such heartlessness.' Atsushi, on the other hand, was left with more questions than answers.

"Weren't these the same men after Ranpo?" he pressed, scratching his chin. "They never appeared at the agency. What'd they want with you?"

"It seems they believed I had some top-secret information on someone," you replied, messing with the fabric of your sleeves. "They used Ranpo as a decoy to bait me before knocking me out when we were investigating the bank."

"What kind of info did they want?"

You would be foolish not to notice the minute tilt in Dazai's head, an indicator for whenever he was attempting to probe someone. But you weren't a fool, and you stood your ground.

"We didn't have much time to delve into details."

You acknowledged him by returning his gesture, and he stared for a moment before relenting for the time being. It wasn't likely that he'd let the subject go completely, but you needed that precious time in order to think about the endless questions you'd be answering—along with which ones to answer truthfully and which ones to cover up. It was a dangerous game to play with the former mafia executive, but what fun would it be if it wasn't?

The two escorted you outside, and a foul order made you increasingly aware of the reason Atsushi had sounded so worried. Bodies lined the outside of the warehouse; armored men piled in clumps like dead flies as they rotted in the summer heat, their weapons unused as they sat, long dead. Had Eduard sat inside the entire time without realizing his men had all perished?

You looked at them with a solemn expression and tried not to think about it too much. "What happened with the bank? How did you manage to find me?"

"As it turns out, no one was in the bank at all."

You turned back to Atsushi, stupefied. "Huh?"

"Apparently, someone pulled the fire alarm." Dazai stared at the corpses with a similar soberness, eyes distant. "Once everyone was out, they managed to lock down the building. There was no proper way to get a headcount, so it took some time for police to realize that the threat was false."

You sighed, feeling ten times lighter. "At least no one was hurt."

"Ranpo-san was the one who pointed us here," Atsushi interjected, seeming equally as surprised as you were. "He said something about sensing someone underestimating him?"

You laughed. "Yeah, that tracks."

"We'll have to report this back to the Boss." Dazai's face twisted into a malicious expression as he wriggled his fingers. You were very aware of Fukuzawa's responses whenever one of his subordinates was targeted, and Dazai was gleeful in reminding you of that fact. "You'll be in kiddy jail for weeks. Think of how light our paperwork will be—!"

"That man."

You and Atsushi shrieked as Kyouka emerged from the shadows. It seemed that she had followed behind, which hadn't been an uncommon habit in the weeks following her unofficial introduction to the agency, but you and Atsushi seemed to have both forgotten about it. You clutched your heart, taking a deep breath.

"I think I might have an aneurysm."

"That man with the weird hat." You froze. "Who was he?"

"A man with a weird hat?" Atsushi asked, mostly in a rhetorical sense that was a product of his own amused confusion. You wanted to smack yourself—she must've been able to watch from the rafters, a skill the small girl had depended on from her days in the Port Mafia.

You looked back at the warehouse with a wistful expression. "He's...just an old friend."

"Was he the one that saved you?"

The words felt difficult to swallow. "It's usually the opposite."

Before Atsushi could question your weird choice of words, you started to make your way back to the office. He yelled after you for you to slow down, but the sinking feeling in your stomach only forced you to pick up speed. Dazai was abnormally silent throughout the entire exchange, hands dipping into the pockets of his trench coat as he followed where your eyes had been, scanning the exterior of the warehouse. He frowned before deciding to follow the rest.

He'd be sure to interrogate you later.

Fyodor stood on top of the warehouse, obscured from the ground level, as he watched you drift further and further away from him. He took off his hat, letting the winds of the harbor overshadow his rueful expression.

"Let the games begin, моя любовь."

hallo = hello dornröschen = sleeping beauty herzchen = sweetheart любимая = beloved (моя) Милая = (my) dear федя = fedya (моя) любовь = (my) love

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rini said i should post it

it is a little messy

the reference (malice mizer, mana and kozi in gekka no yasoukyuku), and a version with a layer of warm light

So if I understand Fyodor's ability correctly-

The rat man

Me: *watching the new Bungo Stray dog episode and seeing Fukuzawa*

Me (again): OMG LOOK IT IS MY MAN OMG HE LOOK SO FINE!!!!!!

My Stepdad: *staring at me crazy*

this is my contribution to the BSD community

MY BRAIN WOULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT TRYING TO DRAW SOMEONE NEW SO I DREW FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY FROM BSD JUST TRYING

Church of Fyodor

Fyodor runs a church. Anyone can enter as long as they have a hat like his and a (full) bottle of vodka. Offerings are presented to him (mostly alcohol) if anyone disrespects the church then Nikolai will know. Don’t ask questions, he just knows and will find you.

Close Friends?

pairings: fyodor dostoevsky x reader x nikolai gogol

contains: fluff, crack

wc: 370

a/n: RAWWHHH made this sily fic for a friend, also 'mas' means bro (it's javanese)

When Fyodor was sitting while reading and drinking his tea, surprisingly appeared a portal and a confetti 'popped' directly on his left face. He doesn't show any expression and continues what he's doing. Shortly after appeared another one on his right side. Fyodor doesn't respond, because he's used to both of your behaviour. Without any warning, the door to his room opened as if it had been broken into!

“MAS FEDYAAAA!”

Fyodor was looking at you full of revenge, but he only gave you a soft smile.

“Don't call me 'mas', name-san.”

“Oya? whatever you say..”

You let out a sigh, while Fyodor continued reading his book. You walked to his side and wrapped your right arm around his shoulder.

“What are you reading? Seems interesting,”

“Fedya-kun?”

“Mas Fedya?”

Fyodor clicked his toungue as a sign of annoyance. Afterwards, a man with white hair in braids appeared, Nikolai Gogol.

“name~ why are you here? you left me..” uttered with his dramatic face and tone. He immediately ran beside you, hugging around your neck. His face was full of envy and jealousy.

“Are you.. cheating?! You rather choose Dos-kun over me..?”

“If they preferred me, what's wrong?”

Fyodor joins in on the conversation too, holding the hand you clasped around his shoulder. You, who is currently between them being sandwiched is just silent, don't know what to answer. Your face immediately becomes red after what Fyodor said. You and Nikolai didn't have any relationship other than being close friends. Even though you both were really close and always flirt with eachother, but there wasn't anything special. It's the same with Fyodor, you guys are just close friends. The three of you are just close friends sigma too.

Well, it's normal that they both fight over you for their interests, but you didn't expect this

“Kolya, Fedya.. haha..”

“Look at their face. What do you think?”

“Waaa! Name-san, you're adorable!”

Nikolai immediately embraced tighter, and trying to release you from Fyodor. Fyodor realized what Nikolai was going to do, he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, holding it. You just stay silent, let them both fight over you. You softly smiled and gave up.

“God, thank you for everything-”

“MY NAMEE!!”

“Name?!”

thank you for reading mwah mwah <3

have a rat

Fyodor and jouno sketches from class + color ver. for jouno

Also my blog just turned 1 year old today so uh woohoo

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

- dearly from 🎭 Anon

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

Platonic fluff, no characters sexualized in this post!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love him sm and this is so pretty.

my best friend ask'd me to draw him so ye why not (i dont know anything about him)

Finally watched all seasons + film of Bungou stray dogs and I have to say that it was ✨fantastic✨ 🥰💚, now I have to check out the manga aaand works of the writers featured in the series (like Edgar Poe, Edogava Ranpo, Osamu Dazai and etc.)cause....I'm familiar with only a few

°-° ' and I feel a biiit embarrassed about it.

P.s. :

About 2 months ago I've finished reading Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky and what a perfect timing it was, cause :

*BAM* 3 season (end of the 2 season)

*BAM* another hot man appears

*And final BAM* it's Fedya! ma dear lord Fyodor D. + references😊

*that's how Acid became a simp for another boi*

Also about this gif...I drew this thing at 3 am and maybe it represents da eager to read? But we'll never find out~

End of P.s.

Anyways, it's 3 am already 4 am here so

good day/night to ya all

Imma heading to the land of dreams.... or nightmares....I'll find out ;)

💚💚Bye💚💚

Tired Turtle Doves

♡ pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader x Mykola Hohol

♡ synopsis: Fyodor decides to sleep in with you and Mykola.

♡ wc: 1.2k

♡ cw: None! Fluffy! (Fedya and Kolya do tickle you for a sec but it's supposed to be cute)

note: I got this idea from um nothing in particular. No I was not inspired while roleplaying a romantic scenario with AI versions of the characters, I can't believe you would ever think that. Also reader works with Fyodor and Mykola (work isn't specified but like...I guess they're a member of the DOA lol) Apologies for errors.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a busy man. Such was a consequence of being a crucial part of multiple criminal organisations. Technically, you and Mykola were in the same boat, but you weren't the ones planning and coordinating absolutely everything from behind the scenes. These circumstances led to a tight schedule for Fyodor, meaning he unfortunately didn't have a generous amount of free time like the two of you did.

You were never bored around Mykola- you weren't sure if that was even possible- but over time you grew more and more dissatisfied with Fyodor's absence. All you wanted was to spend some down time with the both of them. You missed the small things, like the quick pecks you'd give the two of them before leaving your home, or even just mundane conversations you shared in your spare time.

One morning, as was generally the case, Fyodor was the first to rise from his slumber. Sitting up in your shared bed and slowly stretching his arms, he glanced down at you and Mykola with a smile. You both appeared to be sound asleep still, or at least that's what the rhythmic breathing emanating from your parted lips indicated.

Fyodor stared at the wall in front of him, momentarily dissociating as he ran a hand through his raven black hair, a little tangled from his sleep. Before long though, he shook his head and noted he'd have to look into that; it had been happening more and more these days. For now he ought to get out of bed and quickly freshen up.

Suddenly, though, he felt a small pull, and turned to find your barely conscious figure glancing up at him with heavy eyes.

"...don't wanna get up..." you mumbled, tugging at Fyodor's shirt. "C'mon, Fedya..."

To be fair to you, it's not as if you could really move. Behind you was Mykola, whose arms were tightly wrapped around your torso as he slept. His chest was flush against your back, and you could feel his warm, consistent breathing on your collarbone. Though you were still half-asleep with a clouded mind, you were still adamant on achieving your goal; getting Fyodor to sleep in with the two of you.

"My dear, you know I can't stay here-"

"Fedya...!" You whined with a tired frown. "You're always outta bed by the time we get up. And I miss you."

"I have work to do, myshka."

"Screw your work," You muttered, irritably. "We are more important than work. Do you love work more than us? How could you do that, Fedya..."

You trailed off as you closed your eyes again, fingers still gripping the hem of his shirt. He placed his hand atop yours, and you yawned.

"You know that isn't true," he answered calmly, knowing that your frustration was a result of your fatigue. You weren't the type to accuse him of something you knew was false and he knew it.

"So please, then? Please...?" You continued, lazily making grabbing motions towards your black-haired partner.

"...you are both frustratingly endearing," he sighed. You poked his arm, his cold, pale skin barely deterring you by this point in your relationship.

"Mhm...sleep, Fedya..." You attempted to pull his arm closer in order to get him to tuck himself back under the sheets. "Please?"

Fyodor sat still for a moment, before letting out a relenting exhale and giving you a smile.

"...alright, myshka." In response, you gave his arm a squeeze of appreciation and smiled back at him. His form was shadowy, the sun shining through the translucent curtains behind him. To anyone else he might have looked somewhat frightening, but it was different for you. There was affection for you in his gaze.

"Mm..." You heard a quiet groan and felt a small vibration against your neck. "...morning, Dove..."

"Hi, Kolenka." You let out a quiet giggle, moving your hand to place it in his snow-white hair. "Guess who's here with us?"

"...hm?" He buried his head further into the crook of your neck and planted a few kisses. "What's happening?"

"Open your eyes!" You encouraged, turning to face him. He lifted his head up to open his eyes and meet yours, before noticing the man on your other side.

"...Dos-kun?"

"Good morning, Kolya." Fyodor smiled, his magenta eyes creasing so slightly. "Did you sleep well?"

"...Dos...!" Still half out of it, Mykola reached his hand over you to touch Fyodor. In his sluggish movement, all he did was lazily paw at Fyodor's stomach, but he was clearly happy to see his second beloved still in bed. Fyodor chuckled, taking Mykola's hand and pressing a chaste, soft kiss to his palm. You watched the scene with your lips upturned, still a little too lazy to grin all the way.

"Perhaps I should sleep in more often?" Fyodor mused. "You two are so sweet while half-asleep."

"Uh-huh..." You absentmindedly agreed as Mykola's body weight pressed against yours, his hand still in Fyodor's. "So stay."

"I am staying, my dears," he reassured you. "Just for today, though."

"Yay..." Mykola replied, sleepily. Fyodor chuckled and laid back down, positioning himself in front of you. You happily buried your face into his cool chest while he wrapped his arms around you and took Mykola's hand in his. The two were effectively caging you with their bodies, but you didn't mind at all.

"Warm..." You muttered contentedly. While Mykola hummed in agreement, Fyodor let out a small, amused snicker. "We should do this more often. It's nice."

"It is nice, yes," Fyodor replied. "Hm...perhaps this type of relaxation is just what I've been needing."

"You're welcome, Dos-kun," Mykola teased as he narrowed his eyes. "It took you a while to realise how lovely and therapeutic we are."

"He's been too busy being scary..." you yawned, and Mykola chuckled. Fyodor sighed in exasperation, though you could still see the corners of his lips upturned.

"Do you find me scary, myshka?"

"No, you're like a tiny baby kitten to me." Fyodor raised an eyebrow at that. You countered with a devious grin.

"Nooo, Y/N, Dos-kun is scary...!" As he cooed with a carefree lilt to his voice, Mykola pinched your side. You yelped in surprise.

"Hey, what the hell?" He didn't answer; he just let out a chuckle and tickled you more. You began laughing and shuffling about in bed trying to pry his fingers off your waist. Fyodor laid before you both, watching in amusement. "H-help me, Fedya!"

Fyodor did reach out, but it was not to help you. There was a reason he was known as a devil. There was nothing you could do besides fruitlessly writhe around while Fyodor and Mykola both tickled you in such a manner that made you wonder if they'd planned it. The two always seemed so in sync, but that wasn't always a good thing. Especially not now. Regardless, the three of you were all laughing in unison- yours a little more raucous than the others.

When they finally relented, you quickly wiggled your way out of the blanket and sat on top of it, legs crossed so you could quickly leap away should the two demons decide to strike a second time.

"You're both the worst!" You panted, earning a giggle from Mykola.

"You love us though," he grinned deviously, and it was true. You really, truly did love them.