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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
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.
*pushes my magical girl Nikolai agenda onto you*
Ty @willisek for little Fedya as his familiar
it was funnier in my head
Messy sketch of my bbg <333
FINISHED NIKOLAI DRAWING 😍😍😍😍
Nikolai, because I am getting into Bungou Stray Dogs. Again.