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﹝mikhail x child!reader﹞

a day in the life of
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requested by DarkMoon-Hime

I had to get back into Gangsta for this bc I was like 6 episodes behind. I didn't even get to finish it bc of homework so half of this was what I got from the 20, nonconsecutive minutes of Mikhail I had. so because of that, this is hardly canon universe and majorly ooc Mikhail

I hope you enjoy this still.

word count: 1293
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•your pov•

"it's so rainy in ergastulum today." I swung my feet off the edge of the broken down warehouse roof, looking at the dark red blood diffuse in the rain below. the rain fell off the edge of my (f/c) hoodie and onto my lap.

"look at the blood! it's being washed away!" he didn't hear a word I said...I can't expect anything less from Mikhail. that's why I like being around him so much; he's so pleasantly sadistic and violent it's cute and almost refreshing in a way.

"(y/n), I want to paint." I saw in my peripheral that he jumped off the broken roof and down towards the bodies, slamming his hands in the thin, water-mixed blood and slathering it on the walls around him. to others, it might've looked like he was mindlessly running his blood soaked hands all over a wall, but I could see words and the drawing of a child being made. I jumped off the roof as well to see the picture and was a little shocked.

"is that supposed to be us?" he nodded as he stood beside what he would call a masterpiece.

"I'm not bored when I'm around you, unlike other people. " I shook my head at the "compliment" and stared at the drawing. it was me and him standing next to each other with the words that looked to be in a different language to anyone else.

"thank you. " Mikhail smiled at my answer and his pointed teeth made him look even cuter. he ran in front towards a crumbling brick wall and walked along the edge. I stared as I got closer and closer to him. he looked as though he was losing his balance.

"Mikhail, I understand you're completely able to handle yourself, but please don't fall from there." he continued to prance and jump along the brick like he didn't hear me. he probably really didn't hear me; the rain is getting thicker.

"play with me?" he stopped and turned towards me, but lost his footing when he pivoted and started falling backwards. without a second thought I ran over the slippery asphalt to jump over the small wall and catch him in my arms. if anything, I'd rather more damage happen to me than him, though I was younger by two years.

Mikhail kicked and thrashed, refusing to let myself get hurt as we fell faster towards the ground. I just held him tighter as my back hit something softer than concrete.

"honestly, why do you always find yourself in situations like this?" I let go of him and he stood as I looked at what we fell on.

"ha ha! it's a darker red down here!" Mikhail didn't even care that we had landed on another pile of bodies I had cut up early. my clothes were fine—I knew how to get blood out.

such is the life in the day of the almost 9 year old (y/n) and the 10 year old Mikhail.

he splashed his hand in thick blood and looked to be having the time of his life, but I got him by his waist and carried him under my arm back to where we were supposed to meet.

"no! carry me properly!" he swung his arms to get me to put him down, to which I obliged, and picked him back up again. this time with his legs around my waist and his eyes looking dead into mine. he smiled at me before laying his head on my shoulder and not five minutes later nodding off to sleep.

I couldn't blame him—it was a tiring day.

•timeskip•

"he's not letting me go..." I spoke to no one in particular as I stood over Mikhail's bed with him clinging to my waist, even in his deep sleep. I sighed as I walked over to my own bed and laid down on my back, Mikhail's grip never faltering. all I could do was look up at the dark tan ceiling and listen to quiet breathing. I brought my hand up to mess with soft black hair and Mikhail woke up within the first seconds of touching his hair.

"I'm sorry I woke you." he didn't respond to my apology and turned his head to nuzzle my collarbone. my cheeks burned and I was glad for the darkness of indigo clouds. we stayed like that for a while; me running my fingers through his hair and him moving the neck of my jacket farther from my collarbone. suddenly, he raised his head up and stared, then quickly kissed me on my lips.

"I heard from somewhere that is a way to show affection." he left me with that statement as he got up and walked over to his bed, immediately going to sleep. I lightly traces my lips with my fingers, thinking back on the day we had.

such is the life in a night of an almost 9 year old (y/n) and a ten year old Mikhail. filled with blood and a short, meaningful kiss.

•timeskip•

we once again were out roaming a humid ergastulum day, with Mikhail pulling me by my hand. I hadn't once stopped thinking about the kiss and I was probably overriding myself by doing so. Mikhail had made a few comments on my red hued cheeks.

"where are we going?" he picked up his pace and didn't turn back to answer me.

"nowhere!" and that was an answer that had just as much meaning as a full sentence did when it came to him. he suddenly stopped at a small alleyway, not too far from the main roads.

"we aren't supposed to be this close to normals." I lowered my voice and spoke, but he didn't respond to that and faced me. he pulled me by my hand closer to him, once again kissing me shortly without warning.

maybe he's trying to give me a heart attack.

"Mikhail why do you keep doing this?" my face once again darkened in shades of red and pink. I saw it in a puddle when I looked down at my feet.

"because I'm showing my affection! do you not appreciate it?" I looked back up from under the hood that had fallen over my face and saw Mikhail waiting for my answer.

"it's not that I don't like it, it's just...so unexpected." I heard a quiet 'oh' coming from his direction, then he spoke again,

"then can I kiss you?" I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. I lifted my head more to look at him and nodded again, so he pulled me closer again and kissed me a second time but longer. he but my lip with his sharp teeth and pulled away, and I felt the blood drip down my lip.

"so you won't forget my affections." he grabbed my hand and began to pull me over ergastulum, with no destination in particular.

such is the life in a day of a 10 year old Mikhail and a basically 9 year old (y/n), as I licked at the reminder of affections from the cute boy.

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I liked the way this turned out. a lot. I hope you enjoyed it!!

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