Call of oneshots

Spetsnaz! x Traumatized! Reader

Put the dog down.
F! Reader
Warning : ⚠️ suicidal thoughts, gore/blood, mentions of torture, depictions of torture
⚠️ ANGST to FLUFF
POLYAMOROUS
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"..."

"Dmitry.." Nikodim (rodion), called out to bale, who seemed out of it. He had just come out from Y/Ns room, disheveled.

"Oh, did she finally get terminated?" A passerby recruit operator giggled ill-manneredly. They strode out the door, leaving the premises.

Nikto and Maxim (minotaur) were standing there, struggling to remain composed. Their comrade— no, it ran even deeper than that.

Their friend— no, lover.

Their lover, no less.

"Im sorry." Dmitrys voice cracked, his hand resting shakily on Nikodims shoulder.

"No– You..you cant mean.." Nikodims voice faltered, a lump forming in his throat.

"She was tortured, ьрат (brother). She was in too deep.."

"So you guys put the dog down?" Roze walked by, snickering.

"I'll put you down." Maxim taunted.

"Maxim...dont.." Nikto spoke softly, looking down.

"Dont...hold back." He finished, feeling content as he watched roze get flung into the wall.

"NO-! IM SORRY! IT WAS A JO- AAAACK-" blood hurled its way through Rozes mouth, staining the black body suit.

All the other three brothers could hear were crunching and mushing sounds of rozes now unidentifiable bashed in head.

They dragged a body bag that contained roze away from the premises and threw her where no one would find her.

"Our Sweet Y/N didnt deserve this." Maxim muttered lowly, getting up, off of rozes delt with body.

Nikodim couldnt watch, as if all his years and training on the force just vanished.

"Shes in pain." Nikto muttered, listening to the pained shrieks and cries of Y/N inside her room. It bothered him, knowing he was tortured too, and now a loved one has been put through the same ordeal.

Y/N continued to scream as if she was reliving the torture she had to go through when she was captured.

"NO! NO! STOP!" was repeatedly heard until Nikodim had enough and rushed in unannounced.

He found Y/N on the floor, curled up on her side. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, tears spilling furiously.

"I dont wanna.." she cried, feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around her. As if she wasnt connected to this world, she whispered again and again; "i dont want to be hurt anymore, i want to be free".

He sat down with her curled against his chest, as everyone else started piling around in the room with them.

Dmitry stroked her head softly as Nikto mustered up the courage to talk to her, trying to get her to snap out of it.

"They- they told me when they were done i wouldnt want to live anymore. Horror house. Horror house. That place was a horror house." Y/N spoke sorrowfuly to herself, unaware of the people around her.

"Room. I remember the room. Heads hung up on walls- blood, my blood, on the walls. Beat with a bat. Shocked in a chair." Y/N tried to fight out Nikodims arms, that were now holding her tightly.

"Theyre going to hurt me!" She screamed.

"Shh, Y/N were here." It took a lot of coercing, especially from nikto, to make Y/N atleast breath steadily.

Quietness washed over the room, and no one knew if it was bad or good. Until they heard sniffles that grabbed their attention.

"Im scared. What if they come back, take me back and hurt me? They cant hurt me- if im dead." Y/N muttered out, her eyes finally slanted.

"Sleep, baby, sleep." Maxim gently tucked a strand of hair behind her head, before humming to himself. He was between distraught and content that Y/N now seemed a little comfortable.

Nikodim and Maxim didnt move, knowing that if they did she would probably wake up. However, Nikto got up and removed every gun from her room, with the help of Dmitry.

"It hurts, Maxim it hurts," Y/N stuttered, her tear stained face making him feel bad.

"My back- they cut me up everywhere." Y/N finally found the right headspace and spoke to them normally.

"Shit!" Nikodim rolled her over and lifted her shirt up enough that she was covered but the marks were visible.

"Oh thank fuck theyre healing. Youve been treated." Maxim sighed contently.

-

Somehow, they all ended up cuddling (almost crushing) Y/N to sleep on the bed. The bed was pretty small, she just didnt know how 4 grown, built men fit on it, plus herself.

Nikodim was sleeping down by her legs, and under her was maxim snoring. Dmitry had his arm wrapped around her and his face in the pillow, and finally, Nikto somehow squeezed in by maxim but had his arm wrapped right under Dmitrys arm on Y/N.

What a crazy bunch of loving men.

They made her continously feel safe, as heat rose to her face, Y/N finally realized how vulnerable she can be with them.

And how they take care of her is on a different level. Love, care, respect, being crus- cuddled, to sleep.

Healing from the traumatic event wouldnt come so soon, but it would be less rocky with her men alongside her.

The dog has not been put down, and will continue to fight until it gets its freedom.