Resurgence of the Depths || ☆BSD x Furina!Reader☆ [ON HOLD]

Chapter One: The Invitation

      The shadows stretched long across the dimly lit streets of the new continent, casting an eerie ambiance that clung to the air like a lingering fog. The remnants of the old world lay buried beneath the waves, but the memories of the Hydro Archon—Y/N L/N—echoed in the whispers of the night. After years of solitude, she felt the gnawing weight of loneliness in her heart, one she thought she could escape.

As Y/N stepped into Fyodor’s office, she was filled with a mix of determination and frustration. The air inside was thick with the scent of old paper and ink, punctuated by the shadows cast by the flickering candlelight. Fyodor sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the pages of a book, seemingly oblivious to her presence.

“Fyodor, why won’t you let me go on a mission?” she burst out, exasperation tinging her voice. “I’m always stuck in this base, and you won’t let me go outside as well!”

He looked up, his expression calm and collected. “Not now, Y/N. It’s not the right time.”

“Alright, fine…” she sighed, her heart sinking as she turned to leave. The walls felt as confining as her past, a constant reminder of the role she had been forced to play.

As Y/N exited the office, the weight of her frustration lingered. The halls of the base were dimly lit, shadows flickering like restless spirits. As she passed by, she nearly collided with Nikolai, who was just returning from his latest mission.

“Hi! Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice cheerful and bright.

“Hi, Nikolai,” she replied, trying to mask her irritation with a smile.

“Everything alright? You look a bit—” he began, but she interrupted.

“Just the usual—Fyodor won’t let me go on missions. He thinks I’m not ready yet.”

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips. “Not ready? You’ve faced far worse than a few petty criminals. He’s just being overprotective, as usual.”

“Yeah, but it’s infuriating!” she replied, crossing her arms. “I want to help, to do something meaningful, not sit here in this base all day.”

“Aw, little birdie, you’ll have your chance to spread your wings soon enough,” Nikolai said, leaning against the wall with a casual confidence that masked the darker undertones of his personality. “I just finished a mission, and it was a wild ride! If you’re looking for excitement, maybe I can sneak you out next time I go.”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled at the thought. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course! Just say the word, and I’ll make it happen. Besides, it’ll be fun! Just think of the stories you could tell.” His expression was light, but there was a flicker of something darker in his gaze, a hint of the sadistic thrill he relished in his missions.

“Thanks, Nikolai. I really appreciate it,” she said, feeling a bit lighter despite the weight of her frustrations.

With a wave goodbye, Y/N continued down the dim hallway towards her room. As she walked, her mind raced with possibilities, envisioning the freedom that lay beyond the confines of the base.

As she reached her door, she glanced back to see Nikolai heading toward Fyodor’s office, his demeanor shifting to one of playful mischief. He knocked lightly before entering, a broad smile plastered on his face that belied the calculating mind beneath.

“Fyodor, you’re not going to believe this!” Nikolai called, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. “Our little birdie is ready to fly! Why keep her cooped up in this cage when there’s a whole world waiting outside?”

Y/N paused outside her room, curiosity piqued as she listened to their conversation.

Fyodor’s voice responded, cool and measured. “I’m aware of her potential, Nikolai, but she needs to understand the stakes involved. We can’t afford recklessness.”

Nikolai’s laughter echoed, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Recklessness is what makes life exciting, my dear Fyodor. Besides, don’t you think she deserves a taste of it? It might even sharpen her skills. After all, we wouldn’t want her getting too comfortable now, would we?”

Y/N’s heart raced, caught between excitement and apprehension. Did Nikolai really believe she could handle the darkness they faced? Or was he merely playing with her, like a cat with its prey?

She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside. As much as she wanted to trust him, the shadows in the base were heavy with unspoken truths. Little did she know, the organization she was part of was not merely a group seeking justice but a terrorist organization with darker ambitions. The path ahead was fraught with danger, and the echoes of her past were still lurking, waiting for the right moment to pull her back into the depths from which she had risen.