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•Fyodor- safe•

[fanart i got off of Pinterest btw] [also I use goggle translate so plz correct me if I misspell anything in Russian]
This will most likely be out of character but I loved this idea tbh.
It takes place after the whole thing at the Meursault. Y/n, Fyodor, and Nikolai are now in St Petersburg, and Fyodor has a prosthetic arm. (Nikolai won't be in it but he'll be briefly mentioned)
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Fyodor Is sitting in his room, hunched over his desk and writing in a journal. The only light coming from the window.

Y/n, Fyodor's boyfriend, is leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed and a worried expression.

Fyodor didn't notice him for a bit before spotting him from the corner of his eyes, he stops writing. "Oh moya lyubov', is something wrong?" He asked with a soft tone.

Y/n sighs. "Nikolai just informed me that the Ada is after us again" Y/n said with a worried frown.

"Don't worry, moya lyubov'. If we must, we can always hide somewhere in a hotel or theater" Fyodor reassures him, he places his pen down and walks towards Y/n while softly stroking his cheek.

"I'm very worried... especially after what happened at the Meursault..." Y/n said while softly putting a hand on Fyodor's prosthetic arm. Frowning a bit more.

Fyodor's prosthetic made a slight metal sliding sound as it was touched, Y/n heard him give out a little sound "... It's just the ada, lyubov'. They won't find us." Fyodor said comfortingly.

"Maybe we can go and take a walk outside? I feel that we're both very stressed at the moment, don't you think a walk would help?" Fyodor added with a comforting smile.

Y/n sighs and leans into the touch of Fyodor's hand. "Yea sure..your right, milyy.." Y/n smiles and places a small kiss on Fyodor's cheek.

The corners of Fyodor's lips perked up in a subtle smile as he felt the kiss on his cheek. He looked down at Y/n and placed his hand on his right shoulder "Come, come, let us take a walk together. A walk with you always relaxes me."

Y/n nods in response and gently holds Fyodor's prosthetic hand as they walk out of their house. Y/n's been protective of Fyodor ever since the events at the Meursault.

Fyodor always found that action very cute.

The two of them went out of the house and walked outside. The outside was beautiful once again, it's dark and snowy as expected, Fyodor was enjoying having this small walk with his beloved Y/n.

Suddenly, Fyodor's eyes glinted as he saw something that made him stop on the sidewalk ",lyubov' we must hurry over there!" He said with an excited voice.

"Oh? What is it, Fedya?" Y/n stopped walking as well and looks over at Fyodor, curious on what he's talking about.

"That's a new bookshop! I must look inside it right away, I don't wish to miss out on this." Fyodor said, he began walking very quickly towards the new shop, it was a very peculiar choice of location for one of these shops, since it was in a very obscure part of town.

Fyodor got too excited to wait for Y/n and he went in before his boyfriend could react.

Y/n chuckles and follows close behind Fyodor with a soft smile. "Of course, of course." He softly mumbled.

The two of them enter the bookshop, the bell made a little sound as the two of them walked inside. It was very small, but there were many books, it was a simple little place with no one inside.

Fyodor sighed softly, not knowing what to look at first. When he saw something he wanted, he'd immediately go towards it and inspect the title, he was looking all over for something that he'd be interested in.

Y/n let go of Fyodor's prosthetic hand so he can wander off on his own. Y/n goes around the bookshop to see if anything interests him as well.

Fyodor found a collection of books made by an author he enjoyed, he then found something that made his eyes widen out.

Fyodor was looking for this book everywhere, and it was right there. Fyodor's smile widened out a lot when he picked up the book, it read as such:"The Idiot," by Fyodor Dostoevsky".

Fyodor looked over at where Y/n is and he made an excited sound "Come here! Look at what I found!" He said while waving it around.

Y/n heard and immediately came over to where Fyodor is standing, looking at the book curiously. "Yes, moya lyubov'? What is it?" He softly asked.

Fyodor didn't answer immediately, he was way too excited at the moment. When he turned his head to face Y/n, his prosthetic arm moved very erratically as he waved it around.

Fyodor shows the book to Y/n "You see this? The Idiot, by Fyodor Dostoevsky, I've been looking for this one everywhere and here it is! Can you believe it, lyubov'?" He said with a wide smile.

Y/n giggles a little and gently holds Fyodor's prosthetic hand. "Hehe we can buy it. But please be careful with your arm" Y/n commented while staring at Fyodor lovingly.

Fyodor nodded once with a smile still on his lips "I promise, Love. I'll be very careful with my arm." He then placed the book on the counter and paid for the book with a few Rubles.

They then exited the shop back into the cold outside, Fyodor holding the book in one of his hand and Y/n's right hand in the other. Fyodor was extremely happy, he could not stop grinning whenever he looked at Y/n's face.

The streets were once again beautiful, it was a lovely night in St Petersburg. The sky was once again a marvelous blue, the stars could be seen as you looked up. There was a faint smell of pine trees coming from the nearest forest.

Fyodor's smile only increased as he and Y/n walked towards their house, he did not want to let go of Y/n's hand. It was a moment of peace and comfort for the both of them.