Where Fyodor and Nikolai play rat and cat. 🐀🐀🐀 I couldn't find the artists of the fanarts, so if anyone know please let me know This story can also be found in my ao3 profile @Lilith_Yksveotsod The title of this story alludes to the chinese novel Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun

𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩. 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡: ⓵❶/⓵❹/⓶❸ 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡:⓵/❷⓽/❷⓸

What is the freedom that i seek? Always a thought in my head, even though i always thought i had already known the answer to that so long before. I had dreamt of killing him, yet still do. I cannot get myself to do it, even with such desire. Im confused of my own feelings wich i so hard try to shut way from everyone's eyes, i know one day i will succeed and set myself free. Even if it'll bring a cost. -A Fyolai fanfic that i had decided to write at night. -will include some fluff or angst maybe

Some angst some fluff i suck at writing... Cover art: Creantzy

Fyodor a criminal, A dangerous one, Encounters his lover "Nikolai" a somewhat "normal" person, Once again. However they relationship has not been mended..

!! Name on top of each chapter will be the POV | After the helicopter accident | Not canon | Will try to frame their characters as well as possible| Might contain spelling errors !! Gogol was free. Dostoevsky died. There was freedom and peace for Nikolai now. He wouldn't need to feel these human feelings anymore, he could be free of his feelings towards Fyodor. Dazai handed Nikolai Fyodor's arm, Gogol held it against his chest. He sighed, it all felt different now that Fyodor has passed.

fyodor comes home after a stressful day. Needing too release stress he finds a way by realising all that stress on a oven & a pair of tongs.

This certain day was supposed to be so good for Sigma but ofc nothing lasts forewer witg a clown, a rat king, a vampire and a walking trash can Maybe I will correct grammar and spelling one day but for now idk I hope you will enjoi it :)

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN CONTENT UNSUITABLE FOR UNDER 13

This book is so horrible not even the worst of the worst can read it. It is written so horribly Victorian novelists would die if they saw this piece of writing. "Oh KB ur overreacting" SHUT UP RIGHT NOW