Fyodor would be a family man that’s good at hiding his true intentions from his family such as the decay of angels and rats house along with his s/o just nurturing their son and having a peaceful side along with Nikolai being a family friend who would entertain Fyodors son. One happy family
anon i could kiss you senseless rn...literally one of the best things i've ever had the honor of seeing in my inbox. this idea has ruined me i swear it's Perfect
fem reader, reader is married to fyodor and has a son w him
cw: yandere character, deceit, manipulation, mentioned murder
fyodor dostoevsky makes for a wonderful husband—loving, ordinary, almost suspiciously so, but you married him knowing that he was an ordinary man. you loved him knowing that he was an ordinary man.
an ordinary man with some extremely unsettling secrets, none that you knew about.
the fyodor dostoevsky you knew and loved was the man who kissed the palm of your hand, and if he was feeling particularly affectionate, your forehead, every morning before he left for work, with a half-smile on his lips and a fond gleam in his eyes. you weren't quite sure what he did, except that he worked for a company of some kind, but you didn't like the way his face hardened when you probed, so you left it at that. it didn't matter what he did, anyway, so long as he came back to greet you every night, safe and unharmed.
the man you married was the one who'd come home to greet you with a tired nod and a warm embrace, entertaining your son's excited rambling over dinner. he held you close when he read before sleeping, stroking your hair with a light touch. as far as you were concerned, he was an amazing husband and lover.
though he was not necessarily a good person otherwise.
you were so easily blinded by the tender warmth he showed his family, that you hardly cared for his uncharacteristic slip-ups. like when he scowls, ever so slightly, when the news broadcasts some detective agency receiving an award, or when a ghost of a smile lingers as you wonder out loud how a casino could be floating in the sky.
you never once questioned the times he came home in an entirely different coat from when he went out, or when he was away for days on end, not calling you or leaving you a single message. was it because you trusted him wholeheartedly, or because you were afraid of what the truth really was?
but even if you had your own suspicions, it would have never even come close to what fyodor was really doing. how were you to know that the same lips that whispered sweet songs of praise to you with a coquettish smile were the same ones that uttered a death sentence to his countless victims? and how were you to know that the steady hands that caressed your body so intimately had also touched numerous corpses? the husband that spoiled you on anniversaries and birthdays could not be the same man that was actively planning to cover the world with the blood of sinners.
for the most part, you liked nikolai too. he was a little odd, considering his getup and his tendency to seemingly pop out of nowhere, but he was good friends with your husband—dos, as he called fyodor—and your son loved playing with him. he didn't tell you what he did, either, though he let it slip that he worked very closely with your husband. he refused to explain fyodor's unexplained disappearances, though he would often stop by to show your son a new magic trick when fyodor was gone for a little too long, just to reassure you a little.
nothing really gave it away; not the amused expression when you told him to stay safe on his way, nor his eccentric coworkers. you were just happy that your husband always came home to you, and never failed to remind you that he loved you. there were, perhaps, more things that should have worried you. the way fyodor insisted that you keep your social circle small, or the frustrated look in his eyes that was beginning to appear more and more often. even the peculiar things he was beginning to tell you.
you're lying in fyodor's lap, mind drifting between sleep and consciousness as he looks at you with an unreadable expression. then, perhaps noticing that you weren't completely asleep, a little smile appears on his face.
"tell me," his voice is soft, but every word feels strangely heavy, "will you ever leave me?"
you frown slightly, and he chuckles.
"even if i did something you don't agree with?"
you shake your head, "what's this about?"
his smile widens, and he gently pinches your cheek. the look in his eyes is unnaturally cold.
"it doesn't matter. either way...you don't have anyone else to turn to."
and you could have continued the way life was, with your mostly ordinary husband and your wonderful family. at least, until he turns up at your door after an especially long period of disappearance. you would be thrilled, normally, but you're much too shocked at the sight of your husband in what looks like a prison uniform to feel any relief.
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Astarion is not a front line fighter even if he's equipped with melee weapons! He's a rogue, and the reason he keeps dying on y'all isn't because he's made of tissue paper (he is, but that's the point), it's because you keep putting him in the line of fire.
5e rogue tip: Disengage is a bonus action for rogues, and it lets you escape enemies in melee without provoking attacks of opportunity. Use this to get him away from things that would hit him. Also, use Hide, which is also a bonus action, to gain advantage aka sneak attacks for rogues. Equip him with stuff that gives bonuses to stealth or movement, some powerful daggers/other finesse weapon or ranged weapon (ranged sneak attack is also very good), and try not to have him engage enemies one-on-one, but have him attack those that a) can't see him or b) are already threatened by another ally.
He's genuinely very useful in the party because he can do a lot of damage very cheaply (sneak attack is an infinite resource) if you play him right.
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I don't think this connection is ever explicitly made in the game, but The Expression has got to be at least partially the result of Harry's partial paralysis from polio, right? We know he mostly recovered, but it still affects his face enough to impact his speech.
Anyway I like to make myself sad by thinking about Harry not quite being able to emote in a socially acceptable way his whole life, and how that must have impacted how he comes off to the people around him. No wonder he grew a mustache that hides a lot of his face, and tried to pick up Guillaume Le Million's famous charming (?) smile and just kinda stuck with that for decades.
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dp x dc prompt #49
danny and damian twin au, but it’s crack. :))
danny and damian get into being really competitive at a very young age in the league, and even on their very rare off time they secretly played games, even if they often got out of hand, nobody ever seemed to care so long as they were improving.
during one of their first missions, it’s starting to go really bad, and damian figures it out before danny. he makes up a game of hide and seek, and danny scrambles off to look for a hiding spot while damian does the same, except he knows it’s because there’s someone after them. by the time backup arrives and the threat is taken care of, the only thing they’re able to find is a scrap of cloth and a splatter of danny’s blood.
eight years later, the two lock eyes in a gotham alleyway while danny tries to drag an unconscious mugger through a wall.
“oh dang. i guess i lost hide and seek than.”
“danny??? where have you been, it’s been eight years?!?!”
nobody ever challenges danny to hide and seek again after that.
(edit- sorry for any typos, this is hour 47 of no sleep)
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The ancient Leuke, worked under Emet-Selch in tending the underworld.
Her soul, when sundered, eventually becomes Odette.
Leuke had a rather an uncanny ability to find wayward souls and return them. It is likely that her working with the Underworld is what allows for Odette's resurrection and it most certainly is the root of her affinity for ghosts and other ashkin.
She and Emet were never romantic! He did met her one time and then arranged for her to be moved to his employ. Seeing in her something to cultivate and nurture. Rumors quickly spread of her being groomed to be his replacement, though she never believed this herself. Very much a 'I'll believe it when I see it' kind of person.
Generally kind and well-meaning but also described as 'off-putting' by her fellows.
This is technically my second draft at an Ancient! Specifically one connected to Odette. I am very enamored with her... Will have to brainstorm what her exact role was but for now!
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