Rusger Oneshots

Transfers and Bloodlines

Hello everyone welcome to December!!! The last month of 2025😱

I rise back from the dead, for you my dears🫶, and present to you ANGST, SOUL CRUSHING ANGST NYEHEHEHE PREPARE TO PERISH 

A wonderfully home-cooked, 17k word long essay of angst, just for you💖💖

@Fnaduppet  I'm so sorry for doing this to you, I promise fluff is coming in the next-next chapter!

THAT'S RIGHT, THIS IS YET ANOTHER 2 PART SERIES. ONE FOR EACH OF OUR SPECIAL BOYS RAHHHH

Or, to be more exact, their fathers :)))

WE ARE GOING TO BE FOCUSING ON THE SOVIET UNION AND NAZI GERMANY IN THIS TWO CHAPTERS, THIS IS YOUR OFFICIAL WARNING SIGN⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Today we have a lovely delectable dish of Russia's father's story coming up first🫶

The German side of things will happen in the next oneshot, who knows when that will be finished. Don't get your hopes up, look at the Camping oneshot series. Part 2 is STILL not done!! (I'm so deeply sorry)

I'll plainly tell you I wrote nearly 15k of this story in a mad, maniac rush within this past week! I live on two moods: Zero writing or Non-stop writing until it consumes my every waking being

But I get into so much lore in here it's insane ;) And yes, it will be important for future projects... More at the end along with my usual coping mechanism of incorrect quotes lmao

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading!!

Disclaimers Please Read Before Proceeding!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ If you're not comfortable with any of these warnings, please don't read the story!
- Blood
- Murder
- Character death
- Birth (Overly graphic words are not used, but the concept is present)
- I the writer do not agree with or associate with any of the political ideologies brought up in the following chapter. This is a work of FICTION. Any real names used are not representative of real-life people or their actions. Historical events may be excluded or changed, and do not reflect real-life events.

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July 16th, 1918. Yekaterinburg

"Look alive, boys!!"

Nikolai was first out of his seat, hands grabbing onto the railing at the roof of the truck his squad was in, trying to get the first look outside. His heart was racing, the belt strap of his rifle snug over his chest.

"Ivan! Get up!" He hissed through a huge grin, beaconing to his friend next to him. Ivan rolled his eyes, trying to get his uniform in order before they had to get off the truck, sliding his cap over the cropped brown fuzz on his head. "Oh, have some patience, Kolya."

"We have an audience!!" Nikolai said excitedly, standing up higher in his boots and fighting to keep balance as the truck rumbled along the bumpy dirt road, nearly whacking the top of his head against the roof of the truck as he did. There was a crowd out there, a group of people protesting, glowing flames spotting here and there.

That got the rest of the squad awake, since it was really, really early in the morning. Everyone was standing up now, holding onto the railing like he was doing and looking out through the back of the moving truck.

"Hey!!" One of the squad called out, waving their arm high. The crowd outside cheered, clapping as they drove past. Common folk, standing up for themselves. Protesting against their monarchy.