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sapphicsaints · 1 year

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What if reader was Nikolai’s sister who’s in a relationship with Tamar and when they’re at sea they can actually be together but on land they can’t because it’s forbidden, maybe a jealousy one where her parents are pushing reader into an arranged marriage.

princesses get what they want

Tamar x Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: “I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.”

“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had fun writing this.

I was pissed when Nikolai said no to me accompanying them on the whaler. But he had a point - it’s too risky to have both of us together, to chance the Darkling recognizing us. Tailoring only went so far. We can’t shake the mannerisms we share, even the crew suspect we’re related, although they don’t know our true identities. Plus, it would be a shame for Ravka to lose both of their spares in one go.

“I can’t trust you not to snap back at the Grisha.” He didn’t face me, still stood pouring over a map.

My eyes narrowed. “Can’t trust me?”

His head snapped over his shoulder. “You know as well as I do that your attitude can be … volatile.”

I scoffed. “I have self control.”

“Do you not remember the fight you got in with the Grisha children? How did that end last time?”

“With a few bruised egos.” I laughed at the memory. Nikolai didn’t laugh. I’d caused quite the headache, and he’d been the one to explain it to my mother.

Tamar snickered from the corner and I shot her a glare. She’s not helping the situation.

I couldn’t help the relief I felt when Tamar returned safe, nor the anger when Nikolai announced she’d be sharing quarters with the Sun Summoner. I dragged him away to have a quiet, but heated exchange.

“You didn’t bother to ask me before kicking me out of my room?” I hissed.

“There’s a better room for you.” He tried to soothe.

“Oh you know that’s not the reason.”

He winced, looking around for someone to come interrupt. I poked a finger into his chest. “You owe me one.” He nodded before waving Privyet over, I took that as my chance to leave and find Tamar.

I intercepted her on her way back up to get her rations. “Did you agree to this before?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“I found out when you did.” She shrugged.

“You’re not upset?”

“Of course I am.” She said, with a tone of surprise, “But I can’t question him in front of everyone.”

I sighed, she has a point. “I’m stealing you for a few hours.” I said, before dragging her back down, she laughed.

“Are you excited to be back?” Alina asked as we walked into our lodgings for the night.

I looked at her, it was a genuine question. “I’d rather be anywhere else.” I answer drily. Tolya chuckled behind me.

“Why?” She pushed.

I sighed, not in annoyance, but explaining the situation might make it a bit more real than I want to.

“Come on,” I said, and tugged her up the stairs towards our room. I shut the door and sat on the windowsill, motioning for her to take a seat. She sat on my bed, looking vaguely uncomfortable. The door opened again, Tamar walked in and leaned against it. I didn’t pay much attention to her, it would hurt too much to look at her now, and to explain this. Before she could say anything I started explaining.

“Once we get back, they’re going to start trying to marry me off.” Alina glanced toward Tamar, her expression stony. I couldn’t meet her eyes. “And I love being called a bastard.”

Alina’s eyes widened. I’m sure she’d heard the rumors, but confirmation is another thing entirely.

I chuckled darkly, “Mother couldn’t stay away from the Kaelish.” There was a bite in my voice, an edge. “Isn’t it obvious?” I said, waving my hand over my face. Neither of the women in the room commented, Tamar already knew but Alina seemed in shock. I pushed myself up from my seat, heading to the door. I stopped a few paces away, turning my head over my shoulder.

“I love my brother, but do yourself a favor and don’t marry him. Court is fucked up, you don’t want to be involved any more than you have to be Sun Summoner.”

I brushed past Tamar, “Always the dramatics” she whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes but walked out. Hopefully she wasn’t on guard duty tonight, and I could steal her for a few hours.

“You like it.” I said, and closed the door behind me. I heard her talking to Alina behind me, but didn’t reply. My shoulders sagged as I walked out the door. I felt it coming back - the burden. I didn’t like it.

“You’ve finally returned.” Mother kissed both of my cheeks and I had to fight the urge to cringe back.

“Did you not get any of our summons?” She asked.

“They must’ve been lost.” I replied, my voice a bit distant. The tone I'd always adopted at home. I saw Tamar glance at me out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t dare look back. If there was a mirror nearby I'd have been able to see the mask that slowly set in place, the hardness that settled in behind my eyes. It’s a shame how quickly old habits settle back in. One glance at Nikolai, and I saw it on him. My eyes narrowed as I watched Vasily sitting next to ‘father’. The hatred that swarmed through my body threatened to burst through, the one who’d made my life living hell growing up. The tension must’ve been palpable because I felt Nikolai’s hand on my shoulder.

“It’s been a long journey.” He said, “We’ll settle in and return for dinner.” He steered me out of the room, hand on my shoulder, and I caught Tamar’s eye on the way out. I winked at her, and to her credit she didn’t break face - but I saw the amused glint in her eyes. At least one of us found it funny. It didn’t escape our parents' attention that we didn’t ask to be dismissed, that we left. It was a subtle threat - that we could leave again if we wanted to.

“Did we really have to come back?” I muttered to Nikolai as we walked out of the throne room.

“The walls have ears.” He replied, and I sealed my mouth shut. “We’ll talk later.” He finished, dropping me off at my room. I forced a smile on my face as servants began fluttering in and out, all but shoving me straight into the bath.

I agreed to meet her, just past sundown, on the grounds. She said there’s something she wants to show me. Sneaking past my guards and all of the servants dotting around too a bit of effort - and a little bit of blind faith, jumping out of the window into the soft bushes.

I landed with a grunt, and heard laughter coming from across the lawn. My eyes narrowed and I saw a figure running towards me. Her. She’s supposed to meet me somewhere else completely. I’m struggling out of the bushes when her hand appears in front of me. I considered batting it away but ended up taking it and let her heave me to my feet, dragging me out of the bushes. I cross my arms to glare at her.

“You weren’t supposed to be anywhere near here.”

She laughed, a grin spreading across her face. The grin I love so much. “I couldn’t miss seeing the princess land in the bushes.”

“How’d you know I’d take the window? I could’ve snuck through the halls.”

“Past all the guards Nikolai has stationed?” She laughed again. “You’re good, but you wouldn’t have made it past the first set of doors before someone told him.”

I rolled my eyes. She has a point. Her eyes scan the surrounding area before she pulls me right into a tight hug. I squeeze back, holding on as long as I can. Eventually she untangles herself from me and kisses my forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” She murmurs, holding me back at the shoulders.

“I wish we could see each other more.”

Her hands drop, one taking mine instead. I took this for granted at sea, being with each other publicly, without any fears. “Let’s go for a walk.” She said instead.

We took the long way around the gardens. The silence felt tense for once, normally it was comfortable - easy.

“Mother wants me to start meeting suitors.” I said, my voice low. I saw Tamar’s shoulders tense.

“How do you feel about that?” She replied.

I stopped and turned to face her. “What do you think?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Maybe the hurt showed through my eyes because her eyes softened and she wrapped me up in another hug. “We knew this would happen.”

“I’ll fight it. I’ll find a way.” She hummed, like she didn’t believe me, but I would. I would find a way to get out of this, somehow.

“I’m jealous.”

That came as a surprise. It shouldn’t have.

“Why?” I regretted the question as soon as it left my lips. “Nevermind.” I said quickly, covering my tracks. “What do you want to show me?”

She placed a soft kiss on my lips before taking my hand again and smiling, dragging me towards the stables. We stood around the outside edge, in the shadows, watching the fights. We quietly placed bets on the fighters - I lost a fair bit of money, not that it really mattered to me. It reminded me of the Volkvolny - and she knew it.

“Think any of them would fight me?” I asked.

She laughed, “Not if they know who you are.”

“Let’s get Genya to tailor me.” I said, my practically bouncing on my feet. “Tomorrow.”

“And how are we going to explain who you are?”

“I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.”

“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge. I took a quick look around, nobody was paying attention, and dragged her to a corner.

“Anyone can see.” She hissed “I know this place better than anyone.” I winked at her before dragging her off to a hidden corner on the grounds.

I made Tamar a lot of money the next night, and pissed Tolya off. He figured it out after the first three fights, and dragged me back towards the Grand Palace, Tamar laughing her ass off in tow. Thankfully, she healed me, and nobody was none the wiser that they got their ass kicked by the Princess of Ravka.

A party was thrown at the Grand Palace in honor of Nikolai’s birthday, and the Queen took it as an excuse to arrange some suitors to come visit. Tamar was on guard in the corner, the Sun Summoner attending. I faked some smiles, a few gentle touches on arms here and there. Too many dances with grubby hands. I was dancing with the son of a wealthy Kerch merchant when his hand drifted a bit too low. I firmly moved it back onto my waist, but caught Tamar’s face out of the corner of my eye - the look in her eyes made me gulp. She didn’t see me watching her, her eyes were narrowed on the man in front of me, waiting a few seconds too long before roaming the room again. I tried to catch her eye several times, even tried to stand next to her at one point, but it’s like she sensed me coming and moved before I could get close. I couldn’t fight the hurt and anger that slowly built up inside me. I’d go see her later tonight. I had too.

I didn’t get that chance. Nikolai and I barely escaped with our lives - and I had the honor of dragging Baghra out of her cave. I fought in the infantry too, I thought I knew war, but shadow monsters that can’t be killed are something else entirely. The Darkling had changed the playing field completely, we were caught off guard, caught by surprise. I should have felt bad about Vasily being ripped to pieces, and part of me did, but the other was so angry that he put everything at risk for his own vanity, that I didn’t have space in my heart to mourn for him.

I went back with him that night, and I saw no sign of her, no sign of anyone, just bodies littering the ground. No survivors in sight. I vomited that night for hours. Hidden away from everyone. She had to be alive, had to. I felt it, I would know if she was dead. Maybe it’s fake hope, but I clung to it like a lifeline.

I didn’t expect anything special when Nikolai returned from the raid, he’d gone many times, and this is the one I decided to sit out, having been injured on the last. Of course the one I miss is the one Tamar showed up at. He conveniently forgot to tell me she’d been spotted at one of the smuggling stations.

“I thought of you every day.” I said between kisses, hidden in one of many back hallways.

“I did too.” She replied.

“If you still want me.” Tamar went to interrupt, but I held up one hand. “Now that Nikolai’s King. There’s nothing stopping us.”

Her head lowered, mouth moving to graze my ear. She didn’t answer my question directly. “Every time one of those men would put a hand on you. Every time you had to flirt back. I thought I'd explode.” She pushed me towards the wall, my back pressed against the stone cold. Tamar moved slowly, her hand tracing the side of my face, I leaned into her touch. “I couldn’t think of you the last few months. The idea that you might be dead. It was too painful.”

I tilted my head to meet her eyes. “I knew you’d be alive.” I saw the confusion on her face. “I would’ve felt it if you died.” I held a hand up to my heart. It might be the cheesiest thing I've ever said, but the small smile on her face was worth it. I couldn’t handle it any longer, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in, pulled her into the kiss I’d been waiting months for.

#tamar x reader #tamar x y/n #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar kir bataar x y/n #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone imagine #reader imagine #shadow and bone #tamar kir bataar #nikolai lantsov #tolya yul bataar #grishaverse #grishaverse fanfic

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infin1ty-garden · 8 months

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VALENTINE'S DAY

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ summary: headcanons of the shadow & bone characters on valentine's day ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ character(s): nikolai lantsov, tamar kit-bataar, tolya yul-bataar, genya safin and zoya nazyalensky ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ warnings: none ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ word count: 752 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ author note: NOT A MODERN AU! sorry some are a bit shorter

masterlist.

NIKOLAI LANTSOV

✦ He would overplan and over think every detail, he's worse than Genya

✦ Thoughts like "Which gift would you like better?" "An outdoor or indoor date?" "Maybe a date at the theatre?"

✦ He'd spent nights planning but nothing seemed right, Zoya knocked some sense into him. "I think they wouldn't mind all this expensive stuff, but you being there is enough"

✦ Would end up going simple, inviting you to dine with him

✦ The food would be some of the best you'd ever tasted

✦ After the dinner you would walk the gardens together, enjoying the fresh air when with his luck, he's being called back to the palace

✦ "May I have this dance," Nikolai intrigued by what your doing, takes you up on the offer

✦ The two of us danced until the meeting was on the back of his mind but eventually he had to leave but not without a kiss

TAMAR YUL BATAAR

✦ Tamar's mentality is more of "let's see what the day brings" but she does have some stuff planed

✦ The ship had docked in Novy Zem, a festival taking place near the docks. Tamar remembered you wanting to visit it

✦ The festival had carts lining the street with all kinds of delicacies from every corner of the world. Streets booming with colours. It was a beautiful site

✦ Tamar and you spent the day trying all kinds of food and just being around each other. She didn't mind spending all her money just for you to keep that lovely smile

✦ Then the both of you found yourselves in a local bar, singing songs you'd only learned the words to an hour ago

✦The day ended in a cot, somehow two people fitting in such a small space. You laying completely on her, sound asleep

TOLYA YUL BATAAR

✦ Tolya is the romantic out of the twins

✦ Still he would go simple being apart of Nikolai's crew means travelling a lot and that leaves out, a typical dinner date

✦ Living on a ship as well doesn't help. There aren't many places for a quite talk, let alone a date

✦ Instead he turns to what he knows best, poetry. He would spend days looking for the perfect book and then weeks annotating it. Underlining verses that reminds him of you or moments shared together

✦ He would invite you to the deck and by the time he did most of the crew were asleep. You thought he'd forgotten the holiday all together, you were wrong. He gave you a box of sweets he'd bought at the port in Novy Zem, along with the book

✦ You'd spent the rest of the night sharing the sweets and just enjoying each other's company

✦ When you finally had the chance to read the book, some of the poems described the stars lost in the night's sky, a sea of darkness, finding their true purpose upon the arrival of the moon. "You're my moon, the only purpose I need" (sorry it's cheesy)

GENYA SAFIN

✦ Genya would go above and beyond to make the perfect valentine's day date

✦ A picnic date if the weather calls for it with both of your favourite snacks, foods and deserts

✦ If it does end up raining a nice date indoors would be something she prefers over, a fancy dinner

✦ She doesn't mind dining in a expensive restaurant, but she thinks a more personal dinner at home, is better

✦ Genya would plan everything down to the last minute especially if it's your first valentine's day together

✦ She ended up getting her picnic date

✦ All kinds of foods were lined up in front of you as you enjoyed the sunny day and spending time with Genya

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

✦ You would be the one planning the date and Zoya would act as if the holiday has little significance to her. You'd decided a date at a fancy restaurant was the way to go

✦ She'd loved it, the one you chose wasn't too crowded and the food was delicious. You'd talked about your future plans with one another, how your day had gone and so on

✦ After leaving the restaurant, the two of you headed somewhere a bit more reclusive to watch the fireworks

✦ Zoya too busy staring at the fireworks, didn't notice your hands putting something around her neck. Once she tore her eyes from the literal explosions of colour, she spotted a beautiful necklace. "Happy Valentine's day."

Thank you for reading!

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ellewritesalright · 2 months

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I wanna get back into the swing of writing but I don't have any new ideas, so my requests for the following Grishaverse characters are now open :) I write fem or gn reader, so feel free to specify if you'd like in your request

Nikolai lantsov

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

Tamar Kir-Bataar

Inej Ghafa

Also, I am considering posting part of a Kaz x reader inspired by the movie Anastasia that I mentioned in this post. If anyone is interested in reading this, I'd love to know <3

#elle speaks #nikolai lantsov x reader #kaz brekker x reader #jesper fahey x reader #tamar kir bataar x reader #inej ghafa x reader #nly is also still being written but we gotta let her cook in my head a bit. she's gotta marinate

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sophierequests · 1 year

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holiday event masterlist

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“Had she really thought the world didn't change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent.”

I know it's like *checks watch* three days after Christmas, but I still wanted to do a little something in honour of the holidays. Especially since all my prior fics haven't been even close to festive at all. These are all just drabbles, so none of these are similar to my usual fics. I just wanted to write a little something for everyone.

I hope you can forgive me for my utterly atrocious timing, and still enjoy this collection of festive drabbles. I love and appreciate all of you so much, loves <333

six of crows

hot chocolate with kaz brekker

under the mistletoe with jesper fahey

festive braids with inej ghafa

christmas baking with nina zenik

first snowfall with matthias helvar

family tradition with wylan van eck

shadow and bone

first christmas with alina starkov

gratefulness with malyen oretsev

necklace with the darkling

cold feet with nikolai lantsov

gift-giving with zoya nazyalensky

tree decorating with genya safin

the ring with david kostyk

snowball fight with tolya yul-bataar

ice skating with tamar kir-bataar

ugly sweaters with harshaw

#merry christmas #happy holidays #kaz brekker x reader #jesper fahey x reader #inej ghafa x reader #nina zenik x reader #matthias helvar x reader #wylan van eck x reader #alina starkov x reader #malyen oretsev x reader #the darkling x reader #nikolai lanstov x reader #zoya nazyalensky x reader #genya safin x reader #david kostyk x reader #tolya yul bataar x reader #tamar kir bataar x reader #harshaw x reader

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syllvane · 1 year

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constellations- tamar kir-bataar x reader

You notice the gravity they carry with them the first time they enter the Spinning Wheel, although notice is a bit of a lackluster term, in your opinion.

They are impossible to ignore, like a full moon in the middle of the night, pulling the tides up to meet them.

Tamar - you don’t know her name yet, but you’ll listen closely whenever they’re near for the chance to learn it - is the one that strikes you the most, the one that your eyes always flit to when you’re supposed to be working, the one that will catch your eye and give you a small smile.

It’s the day after they arrive that Nikolai visits your workstation, a smile on his face.

“I saw you looking at Tamar yesterday.” He said and your head snapped towards him. “One of my crew members on the Volkvolny.”

“Right, Tamar.” You replied, testing her name out on your lips. “It’s not every day you bring new people-”

“Oh come on, how long have we been friends? You’ve never been a good liar.”

“I don’t even know her, Nikolai. I didn’t even know her name before you said it just now.”

“Well, maybe you could know her. She was asking about you as well.”

“First-”

“Oh boy.” He mumbled, leaning against a shelf with an amused expression on his face. “I’m listening.”

“- I did not ask about her.”

He shrugged.

“Point taken.”

“Second,” You started before the conviction in your voice faded, replaced with something softer. “She asked about me?”

His lips curled into a smile and you immediately regretted asking.

“She did.”

“What did she ask?”

“I am sworn to secrecy-”

“So help me Saints, I will fuck up your boat if you don’t tell me.”

Nikolai paused, his head tilted to the side as he looked at you, as if he was calculating how serious you were.

“She asked your name, for one, and also the kind of work you do here.” He said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “That’s all I will say.”

“That’s very unhelpful, Nik.”

“Yes, well it’s the most I can say without betraying either of your trust.”

He stood up straight, looking around your workstation.

“I should let you get back to work.”

“Don’t be a stranger, Nik. You’re gone enough as it is.” You said and he looked at you, a genuine smile appearing on his face, like spring after a long winter.

“I’m sorry that I’m not here often.”

“You’re doing important work, I understand.”

“Yes, well… you’re always welcome on the Volkvolny as well.”

You returned the smile, giving him a nod.

—

“So, Nikolai said that you’re a Durast. A visionary, was his exact words I believe.” Tamar said and you nearly fused the engine that you had been working on with the table out of surprise.

You looked at her sheepishly, hoping that she hadn’t noticed your panic.

“He gives me too much credit.” You said, trying to turn your attention back towards the engine, though everything about her demanded that you focused on her.

“I’ve always found that he’s a pretty good judge of character.” She said lightly. “Don’t tell him I said that though. He has a big enough ego as is.”

You looked up at her to see her already smiling at you, her eyes sparkling.

“I won’t, but his ego is nothing compared to his brothers and his parents’.” You smiled, looking back at your project in thought before looking back up at her. “He’s a good man in spite of them.”

“That, he is.” Tamar nodded, her attention drawn to something over your shoulder. She narrowed her eyes before looking back to you, her features softening. “So, change of topic, but what do you do for fun here?”

“Well, as you can possibly imagine, there isn’t the widest array of options in a remote workshop. You and,” You turned, confirming your suspicion that the man she had been walking with when you first saw her was watching the conversation intently, “…him are probably better off passing time however you pass time on the ship.”

Tamar’s cheeks reddened and she laughed slightly.

“That’s my brother, Tolya. He is very… I’m sorry about him.” She said, running her hand through her hair.

“You don’t have to apologize, I… before this was Nikolai’s workshop, it was an observatory. The glass dome portion is actually really beautiful on a clear night. It’s not fun, but-”

“I’ll meet you there tonight?” She asked and you felt heat rise to your face.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you there tonight.”

—

When you arrive at the glass dome, there are several moments of panic you go through.

What if she doesn’t know how to get to the glass dome? You never specified a time, what if she got here earlier and thought you stood her up? What if she stands you up? What if-

The metal ladder leading up to the dome creaked and any panic dissolved into a different kind of panic, one that fluttered inside of your chest like a bird.

Tamar emerged from the trapdoor and she smiled brightly as she saw you.

You helped her out and she looked up, her breath caught in her chest as she looked at the copper menagerie on the ceiling of the dome.

“You were right, this place is beautiful. How did you find this place?” She asked, her attention falling back onto you.

“Lots of time exploring, that’s what I do for fun. Occasionally I find places like this.” You smiled, looking around at the metal and glass work, the love and care that must have gone into crafting each specific constellation. “Do you want to see something cool?”

“Always.” She responded and you glanced at her, smiling before you looked back up towards the copper and the star-filled night sky.

You raised your hands and, with all the care in the world, began to rotate the copper sheet so that constellations and animals carved in copper would match the night sky.

You heard her gasp but maintained concentration until you were sure that everything was in the correct place.

You looked at her, power coursing in your veins, and she grinned.

“My own personal astronomer.”

“At your service.” You joked and she grabbed your hand, her skin warm against yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

The bird inside your chest fluttered and you found yourself leaning closer towards her.

“Please.”

#tamar kir bataar #tamar yul bataar #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar x reader #tolya and tamar #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse imagines #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov

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dellabearry · 2 years

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im gonna need more tolya and tamar fics in this app or i will combust. i need more content of them. please.

#netflix shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #tamar x reader #tamar kir bataar imagine #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar kir bataar #tolya and tamar #tolya yul bataar #tolya yul bataar x reader #tolya yul bataar imagine #tamar kir bataar x you #tolya yul bataar x you #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai lantsov

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writing-sunshine · 1 year

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Three times Tamar helped Y/N and the one time she couldn’t…

Paring: Tamar Kir-Bataar x reader

Warnings: Fighting, guns, death, drowning

Summary: The title

“No, no, no, you don’t get to die on me today.” Tamar whispered to her love as she kept her hands steady keeping her heart beating. Every few seconds she’d stop, tilt Y/N’s head back a little and cover her nose while forcing air into her lungs.

A few minutes earlier there had been an argument between Y/N and a new crew mate, he shoved her and she lost her footing, falling overboard. In those short few minutes it took for everyone else to notice and rescue her, she had breathed in too much water. Likely due to the sharp shock of the freezing water.

2 minutes passed of Tamar working to keep her heart beating. Most had lost hope and already looked away, Tolya placed a hand on Tamar’s shoulder but she didn’t stop. There was a sudden movement from Y/N as she choked and sputtered on the water in her lungs, turning on her side so the water could leave.

Tamar let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes briefly as the realisation that her love was so close to death. Once Y/N had caught her breath again, she pulled her into her arms tightly. Just for a moment they could forget about the world around them, just for that moment.

Challenging Y/N to see who could drink more was always a bad idea, she always wanted to prove people wrong when they underestimated her. But Y/N was a loud drunk that had no filter, usually professing her undying love for Tamar to those that would listen.

“She’s just so ama-zing, have you seen her with those axes. She’d fight anyone who was a threat to her friends and family.” Y/N hiccuped her way through the words, talking animatedly to a random person she’d found.

“Okay, it’s time to go now.”

Tamar had to practically carry Y/N back to their room that night because she’d drank so much she couldn’t walk in a straight line and kept bumping into the walls.

“Almost there.” As they entered the room, Y/N flopped onto the bed but not before saying how much she loved Tamar once more.

Tamar found the whole situation quite funny, laughing quietly to herself as she untied Y/N’s corset and took off her shoes before laying in the bed herself.

“Behind you!” Someone shouted and Y/N turned around using her daggers to slice at the man’s face and pushing him overboard.

The ship had been attacked by pirates while they were sailing through the night. Many of the crew members had been asleep until the shouts had been heard.

The pirates were out numbered 2-1 but still fought on. Another man had managed to grab Y/N, holding a knife to her throat and was about to slice open her neck when he stumbled. Tamar wasted no time in making sure his heart was no longer beating.

Running over to make sure Y/N was okay before continuing the fight. Luckily that night they didn’t loose anyone, Tamar not leaving Y/N’s side for a while.

One

It was a slaughter, guns firing from all over, grisha using their abilities to murder soldiers. They had to move back to avoid being killed themselves.

Their tactics were working though, ambushing the group from behind while blinding them with smoke. One woman with dark hair kept pushing forward with two others, each of their abilities amplified.

She froze water and shot them forward like bullets, many penetrating the wooden barricades acting as shields. Tamar was on one side while Y/N was a little in front of her. She looked back with a face full of determination, believing that they could win this. Nadia and her brother stepped out, using their combined power but it wasn’t enough. They were sent flying back.

The woman again froze water but this time with the help of her friend sent the dagger-like weapons faster towards them. Trying to stay alive they moved backwards again, Y/N rushing forward to protect Tamar as the blades sped towards them. She covered her body with hers and felt as each blade stabbed her.

Tamar turned around and Y/N fell into her arms, both of them protected by the barricades. It took a moment for Tamar to fully realise that she couldn’t save Y/N this time. There was no water in her lungs, her heart hadn’t stopped, she wasn’t drunk, there was no blade to her throat - but she was dying.

As Y/N struggled to breathe with frozen blades of ice stuck in her body, her eyes found Tamar’s who kept looking at the injuries for a solution. When it became evident that there wasn’t one, her eyes met Y/N’s and she knew it would be the last time.

“Thank you. Thank you f-for all those t-times you saved me. I love y-you Tamar.” She staggered through the words painfully as blood began to seep out from her wounds and mouth. It was like she was drowning all over again.

“Hey, you’re going to be okay. You don’t need to thank me, I would save you as many times as I need to.”

Tamar was never scared, but in that moment she feared death. Not for herself but for her love. Death was going to take away part of her life-her heart.

“I love you so much-“ but Tamar didn’t get to finish what she was saying because she heard the lack of heartbeat, Y/N’s eyes had closed. The last thing she heard was Tamar’s voice lulling her to sleep one last time

#tamar x reader #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar kir bataar #tolya and tamar #x reader #shadow and bone #six of crows

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ladymarvel27 · 1 year

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Tolya: *sees Wylan and Jesper together* Tolya: They're cute. I would put them on a boat. Tamar: You mean... you ship them?

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euphoniumpets · 1 year

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THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM PROLOGUE

Warnings: violence, blood and gore.

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

A/N: OK, SO, not going to lie, i fell in love as soon I saw Nikolai on screen and this has been on my mind ever since. And yes, I will publish this at the same time I'm writing No mourners, no funerals! Tag list are closed!. I haven't read the king of scars duology yet! so, beware that I've written Nikolai from what I think and from what I've seen in the series and he could be ooc! this series follows season two of shadow and bone but could have some flashbacks during season one.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - epilogue

Y/N Starkov. That's all you've ever known of. The older sister of Alina Starkov and the second mapmaker of Ravka. Ever since you were a child, you were known to be at Alina's side and even Mal, your childhood best friend. However, when Mal gets into the Fold with the second Army, you knew, that Alina won't hesitate to do whatever it took to follow into his footsteps.

And you both did follow him through the Fold. However, it didn't go as planned when you get attacked by the Volcra. Seeing Mal on the floor and your sister being dragged by a Volcra, you didn't knew what was happening next.

A bright light that surrounded you and the next thing, your sister was being dragged away to the little palace. You and Mal tried to save your sister while the rumors of the sun summoner traveled fast around the world.

While trying to find the White Stag, you both realize that the plot of the Darkling was not the one you thought. With the betryal of the Darkling, and with Alina defeating him, the three of you is on the run.

While on the run, Alina is plauged by the nightmares as the three of you tried to find the next amplifier, the sea whip and the firebird. However, it was not an easy task and the question is: how long was you willing to go and save Alina, even if it meant to risk your life?

#nikolai lantsov x reader #alina starkov #malyen oretsev #jesper fahey #zoya nazyalensky #tolya yul bataar #tamar kir bataar #aleksander morovoza #the darkling x reader #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone x reader

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 11 months

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Is there any chance you could do a crow!reader x Tamar fic? There’s never enough written about her and I love the way you do it

You Cannot Push Me Away - Tamar Kir Bataar

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Not Beta / Proof Read.

A crow isn't exactly where Tamar thought she would be cashing in her chips exactly, but love is found in odd places, Tamar was no stranger to that concept. And in love she is, smitten her brother might say if he could see her right now, hanging from every word you speak as if she did not know all the things you've done.

You can't ignore the way she is looking at you, the way she talks to you, that smile that she only seems to get around you, the way her eyes light up and you can hear her heartbeat just as clearly as she can likely hear yours. And you can't quite understand it.

Tamar is a soldier, a woman with faith and a cause, and you... you work with the greatest thief in Kerch, maybe anywhere. Or work for, you guess is more accurate.

She has taken the time she has spent here in Ketterdam, on some mission she hasn't told you much about, and you haven't asked much about, getting to know you. And in the barrel, you wear your wins like armour to anyone who isn't Stadwatch, so she knows your sins, she knows what you have done, admitted to or not to get you where you are, to survive the barrel, to suit The Dregs, to keep moving. And yet she still looks at you like that.

"Come on little bird," she tries, her tone like silk and sugar. It makes you want to agree with anything she says, agree to anything she asks of you. But what she is asking is crazy and you won't lose sight of that.

"Crow's are actually medium sized birds," you counter.

"Nice try," she replies, "come on, say you'll leave with me, let me take you back to Ravka, let me spoil you."

You laugh, walking the wall as she keeps to the street, you feel safe up here, one misstep from falling, keeps you calm, focused, and Tamar... Tamar makes you feel like you could depend on someone, rely on someone, that someone could know you and love you at the same time.

"Tamar..."

"Say my name like that gorgeous and I may just have to climb up there and kiss you," she says.

"Threat or a promise," you tease back.

"Can't flirt your way out of this one," Tamar says. "Come away with me."

"I can't," you tell her. You're walking faster, but not as fast as you're running in your mind. For someone who is saying they can't leave, you've gotten so good at running away. You've convinced yourself no one could understand you, love you and stay.

"Why?" Tamar asks.

"Why?" you echo.

"Give me one good reason," Tamar says, "a real reason."

"I feel like I am going to hurt you," you explain, but Tamar just keeps smiling at you. You've never known someone to be as fierce, as relentless, as endlessly down to fight as Tamar, able to look so welcoming in the face of a threat. A non intentional threat, but a threat none the less.

"You won't hurt me," Tamar says plainly. She looks at you so certain, so adamant. Like all her faith is in this statement, like she knows nothing else to be as true as those words. She speaks them so easily. But you know yourself, and you want to be what she sees you as but your fears that all you've done to become who you are will keep you from being anything more are ever present. And you do not want to be that person for Tamar, you want to believe in who you could have been if things were different. But you cannot put that on her. You can't.

"It's not a risk I would like to take," you say, an amount of rage flaring up in your voice, you suck the air in through your teeth trying to keep the flames at bay.

"There's a risk in anything," Tamar says, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the blade of one of her axes. "Always in life, and especially in love."

"You're not hearing me," Tamar can see your frustration as clearly as you can feel it. "I am scared I am going to hurt you." Admitting to fear, something you had hoped you would never have to do again. Being a in the dregs, being a crow, you'd really hoped you'd left fear in a lockbox in the back of your mind, or at least that you could hide it behind walls, and fake stoicism. You had hoped you'd never had to admit to the weakness of fear again, Kaz would never. You wanted to be more like Kaz.

"I am not scared of getting hurt," Tamar says, "I can handle it."

"Tamar... I mean hurt you, hurt you, like... get you killed kind of hurt you," you say biting your tongue hard, almost enough to draw blood, hoping that it can give you composure, keep you from shaking. You like Tamar, you really like Tamar. She was the first good thing you've ever known. The first thing you make you feel like a real person and not a weapon. The first person who wanted to care for you, and not want anything in return. Tamar works on honour. You'd never met a person like that. Tamar expects nothing in return for what she has offered you. She isn't striking a bargain or trying to get the upper hand like every other person in this rotten city. She has faith in something more than riches. She has a calling that gives her purpose and not greed. She's good. She has blood on her hands, and a fight in her that keeps raging, and yet she is somehow still good. If you told her that you did not want her, because you did not want her, and not because you were scared to want her, she would ask nothing of you. She would give you the space you need and not punish you for it.

But you want her, of course you want her, you've never wanted anything as much as you want her.

"Then kill me," Tamar says, stepping closer, "I'd like to see you try, and honestly, it's the only thing that will stop me wanting to be beside you, only in death will you free me from that."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #tamar kir bataar #tamar x reader #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar kir bataar fic #tamar kir bataar fanfic #tamar kir bataar x crow reader #the crows #six of crows reader

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sapphicsaints · 1 year

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sweet solutions

Tamar Kir-Bataar x female reader

NSFW

A/N: I'm still new to writing these, but theres not a lot of Tamar Kir-Bataar fics anywhere so I figured I'd try my best :) I'd love any feedback.

Summary: You keep slipping your guards and Tamar comes up with a solution.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and slightly spicy content.

Word Count: 3.1k

You were sick of Nikolai’s hovering. Ever since the civil war ended and you returned home, he insisted on always having guards with you. The last straw was when he decided you needed two extra guards – even though there hadn’t been any assassination attempts in months, let alone on palace grounds.

That night, you convinced a friend to tailor you, and snuck out your window with her at night, going to have a few drinks in one of the many taverns. Later, after she’d fixed your face, you stumbled back through your window, landing on the carpeted floor with an oof. You groaned and slowly pushed yourself up, just to see Tamar sitting on her bed.

“Oh, you’re finally back”, she said.

“Yes, why are you in my room?”.

“Why do you think?”

“You wanted to raid my closet” You answered, swaying back and forth with a cheeky smile.

Tamar glared at her, and your mouth snapped shut – her gaze was furious.

Tamar’s hands rubbed over her face, “I have eyes everywhere”, she said finally. “I haven’t told your brother yet but you’re getting reckless”.

“Who gave you the right to spy on me?”

“Who gave you the right to sneak away in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t need the right” you yelled, “I’m not some naive little girl”.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow”, Tamar said, she pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your forehead. “Go to bed”.

She headed out the door and you flipped her off behind her back.

“I saw that”, she yelled out. You’d forgotten about the mirrors.

You brushed your teeth, washed your face, threw your clothes off, not bothering to change into a nightgown, and collapsed on your bed into a restless sleep. You never could sleep well after drinking.

-Break-

You woke up to knocking on your door.

“Go away” you yelled, pulling your pillow over your head.

“I’m coming in”, you heard Tamar’s voice.

She took one look at you sprawled out, half-naked, on your bed and threw a dressing gown at you. You caught it, sat up, and tied it around yourself.

“You didn’t like the view?”, you said with a pout

“Oh I liked it”, Tamar winked, “But it’s a bit distracting right now”. You rolled your eyes.

You rubbed your temples, trying to ease the headache from your hangover. “Any chance you’ll help me with the headache”.

“Nope. You earned that”.

You groaned and threw a pillow at her, which she dodged before walking over to sit next to you on the couch.

“I can get your brother to loosen up on the guards”, she said.

It seemed too good to be true, you narrowed your eyes, “what’s the catch?”

“I teach you how to fight”.

You shuddered. You’d been able to draw with Tamar once. Just once. And you still considered that one of her biggest achievements. The girl was uncanny in a fight – silent and as cold as steel. She loved to tease and antagonize you too, or at least she used to. The two of you hadn’t sparred since Spinning Wheel.

Your stomach dropped thinking of that place. You’d gone back once to visit with Nikolai and the twins after the war ended. Nikolai decided to permanently close the base, as a memorial. There were too many painful memories littering that large room, the halls, the four flights of stairs that were angels compared to the giant metal contraption Nikolai had rigged.

You’d barely survived the escape from Spinning Wheel, tagging along with a group of first army soldiers. You’d served in the first army as infantry – following in your brother's footsteps. Marksmanship was your best skill – and you could hit a target 500 feet away easily. It was pure luck you came across the Soldat Sol and Alina’s group a few days before the ambush. Luckily, they recognized you and you convinced them to let you join in on the ambush.

“It’s my country too” you argued. You proved your skills with a rifle and they let you fight. Alina had argued against you going, but Tamar stood up for you. You’d grown closer since she’d decided to stay at the little palace. Neither of you had put an official label on what you had, but you both understood you were exclusive – Tamar had a jealous streak. Something you liked to tease her about, in good faith. Your brother liked to dangle the possibility of an engagement to you with influential nobles and foreigners as a bargaining tool. He knew not to cross the line and try and set up a real engagement, last time he brought up marriage you decked him in the face. His pride prevented him from getting the bruise healed. There was zero chance you’d end up with some grubby-handed noble, and your brother understood that.

You came out of your daze, turning to look at Tamar

“When do we start?”

“I have some things to do but I’ll find you mid-afternoon”.

You nodded, “Alright”.

Tamar gave you a quick kiss before you left. You caught yourself smiling for a few moments after she left, holding a hand up to your lips,

“Pathetic” you mumbled under your breath.

Tamar did find you later in the library, you were brushing up on some liturgical Ravkan. It was horribly dull but you wanted to keep up with your language studies. She laughed at your choice of reading and put the book aside before pulling you up out of your seat. You were excited about the lesson.

“No weapons”, Tamar said, starting to off her axes, pistols, dagger, and all of the other weapons she carried on her at what seemed like all times.

‘She probably sleeps with them’ you thought.

You took out your pistol, pulled the daggers out of your boot, inside your shirt, and the ones tucked into your waistband. The war had left a sense of paranoia in you, and your weapons almost felt like a safety blanket. You felt a bit naked without them.

“Your hair knife”, Tamar said with an amused expression

“I almost forgot about that, thank you” You replied genuinely, and you had forgotten about it. It was a dull blade – it wouldn’t cut through your hair, but someone would feel it if you jammed it into their eyes. Once that was removed, you both took up your stances. Tamar tweaked your form, pushing your front elbow in slightly.

You felt nerves trickle up into her, you’re a little rusty on hand-to-hand combat – and haven’t been practicing as much as you should’ve. Tamar leapt into action without warning – silent, cold, and deadly as always. Your nerves started to disappear as you dodged the first blow, and the second, the third landed and winded you a bit, but you aimed a knee right for Tamar’s stomach – and it hit before the other girl lifted your knee to push you right on your back. You wasted no time rolling to her feet, skipping the kick, and this time running straight towards her, you faked a blow to Tamar’s stomach and went straight for the headbutt, your forehead smashing into her nose. It was something of a classic move of yours. But, Tamar didn’t miss a beat. She took the chance to trip you, and fell on top of you, straddling your waist. When you kept trying to punch her, she pinned your wrists down to your side.

Tamar was too strong for you to buck off with your hips, so you just squirmed as much as you could, bringing her leg up to push against a certain area … Tamar jumped in surprise and you took the chance to flip her over, you on top this time. She hesitated too long, and Tamar flipped you so your back was pressed against her chest, her legs locking yours down, and with you in a headlock.

Tamar POV

Y/N did well in their first round. Tamar released her from the hold and stood up, offering the other girl a hand, she yanked her up, so her mouth was close to her ear. “Good one princess”, she said in a low tone. Her face flushed and she pushed Tamar away. Tamar loved teasing her, they’d grown closer since Tamar and Tolya decided to stay on with the King. Everyone knew they were together in some way, but the two of them hadn’t put a label on anything.

“Again”, she said.

They went another round. The fight lasted almost the same length, and Y/N was giving everything she had, Tamar didn’t hold back. It ended with Y/N on her back again, Tamar straddling her – carefully positioned so she couldn’t pull the same trick, although Tamar thought she really wouldn’t mind it. She shook that thought from her head before standing and offering another hand. She whispered in her ear again this time,

“I think you can do better than that”.

Tamar saw the fire build in Y/N’s eyes. The last round was a good one, Y/N’s movements were more aggressive, and she hesitated less – but she had some tells. She would give the smallest bounce before she made any move. Although she seemed on fire, Tamar could sense her growing tired. Y/N had landed awkwardly at some point, and even though she got back up – Tamar noticed her wincing and favoring her left shoulder. Tamar ended the fight quickly.

She stood up again, on shaky legs, “another”.

Tamar shook her head, “that’s enough for today”.

“Come on, please”

“No”, Tamar gave Y/N a look that told her it was the end of the conversation. Y/N rolled her eyes but let Tamar wrap her arm around her waist and lead her back inside. She walked her to her doors, intending to say goodnight there but Y/N pulled her inside, closing the doors behind her.

“Why haven’t you actually kissed me yet?” Y/N blurted out. They’d been flirting and dodging around each other for weeks. Tamar relished the stolen moments, small kisses, and general affection they had together but feared pushing anything too far.

Tamar’s eyes raised, “Why haven’t you kissed me?”

“Because I’ve been waiting on you”.

Tamar reached for her, one arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against her body – the other hand came up to fist the hair on the back of her head. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was rough and full of passion.

Y/N looked down at her clothes, “I need to change”. She walked off to the corner without another word and started stripping out of her clothes. She threw them into a corner before walking towards her bathroom, “feel free to join me”, she said turning back to look at Tamar, as she headed to fill up her bath.

Y/N must have seen how Tamar’s jaw dropped through a mirror, she said “Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies”

Her mouth snapped shut, her cheeks flushing. Tamar wasn’t surprised often, but Y/N seemed to have a knack for it.

“At least I’m not on duty tonight”, she thought to herself. Tamar wanted Y/N to be officially hers. They’d dodged around the conversation for a while, preferring to show each other how they felt through actions. They’d also avoided anything too intimate – holding hands, cuddling, and small kisses were about all they’d shared.

She was lost in her thoughts for a few moments before she stripped and followed the princess into the bathroom. She admired her figure, lean muscle, with scars littering her arms and torso. A black sun tattoo stands out on her upper right shoulder. Tamar had given it to her the night before the ambush. She turned and caught sight of her rosy, pale nipples and forced herself to look Y/N in the eyes.

Y/N POV

“Like what you see?” You asked with a flourish, filling the bath with hot, soapy water. You were pleasantly surprised Tamar had decided to follow her. It was your boldest move yet – and she was hoping it would pay off.

“Yes, yes I do” Tamar’s eyes were roaming over her body, taking in every inch of her. You were doing the same, from the glint of muscle on her forearms to the perfect shape of her breasts, and the chiseled lines built into her stomach.

You turned and climbed into the tub, waving Tamar over to follow you. The other girl rolled her eyes, it was a ridiculously oversized tub, ornate and ugly. You hated it and knew Tamar thought it was obscene.

“This is the gaudiest tub I’ve ever seen”, you commented as she settled in the water. Tamar moved behind her, letting you rest up against her – she hummed in contentment.

“Let me clean you up”, she said – Tamar reached for a rag and started dabbing at your split lip from training and scrubbed away the dirt you’d accumulated during the day. You turned around and returned the favor. You sat, enjoying each other’s presence, till the water started turning cold. Tamar climbed out first, lending you her hand, and grabbed two towels for both of you.

You toweled yourself off, heading towards your wardrobe. You found a pair of comfortable loose black pants that looked like they could fit Tamar, and a rough spun top. You tossed them towards her and Tamar caught them gracefully, slipping on the clothes.

You looked out the window, it was getting late – the sun had already set – and they’d missed dinner. Towel wrapped around you, you turned to Tamar, “will you spend the night with me?” you asked, a bit afraid of the answer.

“If you want me to I will”.

“But do you want to” You pushed

“I do” Tamar smiled, she slipped around her and pulled out one of her old nightgowns she never uses anymore –

“Here, I like this,” she said, you elbowed her but Tamar’s expression was serious. You sighed and dramatically rolled your eyes,

“If you insist,” you said, quickly slipping it on. You grabbed a blue dressing gown and tied it around herself, “wait here”, she said, heading towards the doorway, “I’ll get us some dinner”.

You took a secret passage out to the kitchens and saw Enya in there, cleaning up the last of dinner.

“Any leftovers for me?” You asked

Enya jumped, “Quit scaring me”, she threw a towel at you. You ducked it and laughed. You’d grown up around Enya, and she was one of the few adults that didn’t treat her differently.

“I’ll send you up a tray, now shoo,” she said.

“Could it be two?” You asked.

Enya hmphed but nodded, waving you away.

You hurried back to her room as quickly as you could. You were happy Tamar was still inside, leaning back in an armchair, reading one of your books. She closed it as you entered the room.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

“Getting us some food” you smiled.

“You could’ve rung for someone? That’s what your brother does”

“I like to visit Enya”

“You know the kitchen staff?” Tamar asked, without a tone of surprise, more one of admiration

“I did grow up here” you replied to her.

You flopped down onto Tamar’s lap. “I hate these rooms”

“Hm … why?” Tamar started kissing down her shoulder, biting gently near her neck as Y/N let out a small moan.

“They’re too lonely”.

Tamar stopped and turned her head to look at her. The other girl shrugged her shoulders and Tamar pulled her in for a kiss.

“Move in with me”, she said without thinking.

“I would in a heartbeat”

“What would your brother say?”

“Who cares”

“He is technically my employer”

“He would never get rid of you”

Tamar just hummed in reply.

“Plus, he hasn’t quit telling me to make a move on you”

Tamar leaned back to look at her, “Funny. Zoya’s been saying the same thing to me”.

“Maybe we’re both just idiots”

“Just you, princess”.

“Okay, humbug”

“No”, Tamar started laughing

“Humbug” Y/N said in a sing-song voice.

Tamar pinched her side, Y/N squirmed in her lap, “Quit doing that”.

Tamar whispered into her ear “Quit moving like that”.

“Are you sure you want me to”, she answered, slightly breathless

Then, a knock sounded on the door and you leapt up to answer it. You opened it and found two trays left on a table outside, ‘Enya must’ve told them to do that’, you thought.

You smiled and brought the food in – it was your favorite type of meal. A bowl of some sort of stew, some bread, and grapes. You threw a grape at Tamar, who caught it in her mouth.

You ate in silence; you didn’t realize how hungry you both were and devoured your food – it tasted like heaven. After you finished, you silently stood up to take the trays back outside the door. When you turned back around, you started to feel shy – and maybe a bit insecure.

Tamar POV

As Y/N turned back to look at her, Tamar could see the hesitation on her face. She stood up to meet Y/N halfway, and pulled her into her arms, “are you sure you want me to stay?”

Y/N pulled her face back to look at Tamar, she leaned up on her toes and kissed her, “yes”, she said and kissed her again.

Tamar grinned before picking her up and spinning her around. Y/N laughed, and it was a sweet sound. She picked her up, letting her wrap her legs around her waist, and carried her to the bed. They collapsed onto it together, a tangle of limbs and laughter.

“Can we just sleep?” Y/N asked, her voice quiet.

“Of course, love,” Tamar said, she pulled the girl in closer, and let her cuddle up on her chest. She ran her fingers through her hair, and slowly fell asleep – listening to the sound of her heartbeat.

Y/N is an early riser like Tamar, she felt the other girl slip out of bed in the morning. She sat up to see Y/N standing next to one of the mirrors in the room, tilting her head to the side. Y/N slowly turned around, hands on her hips,

“TAMAR KIR-BATAAR” she screeched.

“Yes?” she answered slowly.

“What is this?” Y/N pointed at a purple bruise forming on her neck, stalking back over to the bed.

“It’s a gift” Tamar grinned.

“Take it back”

“No”

“Can’t you fix it?”

“I won't”

Y/N groaned and Tamar pulled her in for another kiss.

#tamar x reader #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar kir bataar #shadow and bone #grishaverse #grishaversefanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #grishaverse imagine

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infin1ty-garden · 7 months

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MASTERLIST.

Hello everyone! My requests are OPEN

request guidelines here!

❝ [ prompts & scenarios ] ❞ & ❝ [ fic recs ] ❞

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『 headcanons 』

LOVE ALARM ೃ⁀➷ what if the love alarm existed in real life feat. f1 drivers STILL ALIVE - scream/ghostface au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of the f1 drivers as the scream killer, ghostface

『 logan sargeant 』

I NEED YOU - the last of us au! ೃ⁀➷ in which you and Logan spend your last night in Jackson

『 esteban ocon 』

IF YOU NEED A HERO - spider-man au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of what it's like to meet spider-man! esteban ocon

『 lance stroll 』

ACROSS THE STARS - star wars au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of dating a inquisitor! lance stroll

『 lando norris 』

HOT BLOODED - figure skating au! ೃ⁀➷ after a falling out you and lando have to perform a routine together and old feelings start to come back

『 liam lawson 』

FULL THROTTLE - street racer au! ೃ⁀➷ liam thinks you deserve better

╰┈➤ ❝ [ shadow & bone ] ❞

『 headcanons 』

VALENTINE'S DAY ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of the shadow & bone characters on valentine's day

『 nikolai lanstov 』

GUARDIAN ANGEL - siren! reader ೃ⁀➷ hearing rumors of the fountain of youth, and finally finding a heading, nikolai decides to follow the rumors

『 zoya nazyalensky 』

NOW OR NEVER ೃ⁀➷ after a mission you and zoya are forced to share a tent together

『 alina starkov 』

I WOULDN'T SAY THAT - the mummy (1999) au! ೃ⁀➷ alina confesses her feelings while imhotep wants to sacrifice her

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『 headcanons 』

THE GHOSTFACES REACT TO YOU BEING A F1 FAN ೃ⁀➷ exactly what the title says

『 jill roberts 』

UNDER THE BLEACHERS ೃ⁀➷ jill’s childhood friend confess their love for her DYNAMITE TOUCH ೃ⁀➷ jill sprained ankle and you help her home THAT'S RICH ೃ⁀➷ you keep teasing jill about her height and she does something about it UNTIL THE END ೃ⁀➷ you move back to woodsboro during the events of scream 4

╰┈➤ ❝ [ heroes of olympus ] ❞

『 jason grace 』

YOU ARE MY HERO - superman au! ೃ⁀➷ headcanons of dating superman! jason grace

╰┈➤ ❝ [ slytherin boys ] ❞

『 headcanons 』

MEMORIES MAKE EVERYTHING SO DIFFICULT ೃ⁀➷ where you fake amnesia to get out of a fight with your enemy and he lies and tells you'd been dating for a year

╰┈➤ ❝ [ the quarry ] ❞

『 max brinly 』

I WOULD DIE FOR HER ೃ⁀➷ max does everything to save you the last night of summer camp

╰┈➤ ❝ [ detroit become human ] ❞

『 connor 』

A CALL AWAY ೃ⁀➷ connor and hank investigate a weird 911 call

╰┈➤ ❝ [ one shots ] ❞

『 kara zor-el 』

NOT ON EARTH ೃ⁀➷ you and kara decided to stay in for the night

『 dar-benn 』

I LOVED YOU FOREVER ೃ⁀➷ dar-benn tries to save you

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Where the Roses Grow

Tamar Kir-Bataar x reader

A/N: This is a request from an anon! I hope you like it you darling anon and all other readers!! It's set in a weird canon-adjacent moment during Siege and Storm but honestly the actual canon is irrelevant for this.

Request: "maybe reader could realize her feelings for the heartrender? all the fluff in the world is heavily needed right now"

Synopsis: You slowly come to realize your feelings for one of the sun summoner's personal guards.

Warnings: A short fall from a ladder, but otherwise nothing!

Word Count: 2235

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You saw the flash of golden hair as you passed down a hallway in the Grand Palace. You took a step back and stopped in the doorway to the drawing room, staring at a figure you hadn’t seen in years as he spoke to a woman you didn't recognize.

"Nikolai?" You called.

The blond haired prince whipped his head in your direction. He grinned, "Saints, is that really you?"

You nodded and bounded over to his side. Your old friend hugged you readily. "How long have you been back now?"

"Just since yesterday--I was going to come see you soon as I could, I promise, but I got caught up with some princely duties."

"You are forgiven," you smiled. His companion caught your eye and Nikolai followed your stare.

"Oh, right! Tamar, this is my longtime friend," Nikolai said, introducing you to the woman flanking him. "She’s a gardener and groundskeeper here at the palace."

"Head gardener now, actually," you corrected.

He beamed at you. "Well, my parents would be foolish not to promote you. Congratulations!" Nikolai gestured to Tamar, saying, "Tamar is a good friend and valued member of my crew."

"I see," you said. You politely smiled at her, asking, "And how do you like it in the palace?"

"It's growing on me," she replied, a twinkle in her eye. "Now that I know you're responsible for them, I should commend you for the gardens. I've travelled the world, but the gardens here are the most beautiful sight I've ever encountered."

You let out a light chuckle, trying to distract yourself from the heat in your face. "Thank you for the compliment. I will struggle not to let it get to my head."

"I especially love the area of the gardens with all the different coloured roses--they're all spectacular." She smiled at you. Saints, she had a pretty smile.

"Thank you,” you grinned, “that's my favourite area too.”

Then, a lumbering figure appeared at the doorway.

“Tamar, you’re needed at the Little Palace,” this tall man said. You looked between him and Tamar, noting the familial resemblance.

“Surely your sister's not needed right this second, Tolya,” Nikolai smirked, an impish glint in his eye as he looked at Tamar.

“That’s alright, your highness,” Tamar said, a playful edge to her words, though you didn’t understand the glare she sent to Nikolai. She looked at you with a charming smile. “It was good to meet you.”

“Good to meet you too,” you beamed.

Nikolai snickered from beside you after she and her brother were gone.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned him.

“Nothing,” he said, straightening out. “Nothing at all.”

……….

You stood in the gardens, trying to puzzle out how to shape a new topiary. You could always make it match the Lantsov crest, though you'd already done one near the garden entrance off of the ballroom. Maybe you could make it an animal, but you had no idea what to choose or where to start.

You climbed up your rickety ladder; it was the least of your worries right now, but the old ladder looked like it had been around when the palace was first built. Still, your boots reached the third wrung as you examined the tall tree.

From your new vantage point, you watched the topiary leaves catch in the light breeze. This topiary was near the passage to the Little Palace, so perhaps you should cater it to the Grisha passing through. Something for the new leader of the second army could work. A sunburst for the sun summoner, or maybe a stag?

In all your wondering, you didn't notice anyone approaching.

"Working on something new?"

The voice startled you so badly that you lost your balance on the ladder. It wobbled to the right, then to the left, and you tried to grab hold, but as soon as it dipped to the left you were wheeling backwards to the ground. You scrunched your eyes shut and readied yourself to strike the hard pathway stones. But they never came.

You made your impact against a set of strong, leather-clad arms. Your eyes blinked open at your rescuer.

"Tamar," you breathed, looking at the woman holding you. She smelled sweet, like vanilla. "Thank the saints for you.

She set you down, a slight worry in her brow. "I’m sorry I frightened you. I thought you saw me."

"I would have, but I was too focused on this stupid topiary," you said, righting your soil-covered apron.

She glanced up at the tree. "Do you know how you'll shape it?"

"That's what I've been trying to figure out."

"Well, I'm certain that whatever you make will be gorgeous."

"I'm glad you think so. I don't have much confidence in this topiary, I'm afraid."

"You'll find a way, I know it."

Her eyes fell on your fidgeting hands and you tried your hardest to keep them still. Saints, there was no reason she should make your heart race like this.

"Are you going to Nikolai's dinner tonight?"

"If I can get my work done before then, yes. But I've still got three whole garden beds to weed before I'm done for the day."

"Do you need any help? I would be happy to pitch in," she said, smiling brightly with interest.

You felt your heartbeat pulsing in your fingertips. "Do you have experience gardening?"

"Well… no," she said with a tilt of her head, "but I'm a fast learner."

"I'll believe it when I see it." You handed her a trowel from your kit. "Follow me."

Tamar took to the work with ease. Granted, it wasn't the most challenging task, but it was a big help to have her there.

You watched her closely at first to make sure she wasn't digging out the plants that were there on purpose. But even once you trusted her to do the job, you found your eyes straying to her. There was something about the way her mouth pursed with focus and her hands moved so swiftly--so precisely--that split your attention as you worked in the next garden bed over.

A couple times she caught you looking, and you had the embarrassing task of glancing away as quickly as humanly possible. Saints, you felt warm under the collar when she looked at you. It was her eyes and their mesmerizing dark brown that made you so nervous. But, even with the nerves, something in you grew so excited whenever her stare was on you. Whatever it was, you couldn't tame it; though you didn't think you wanted to.

The two of you finished in record time despite your distractedness, and you thanked her.

“I’ll definitely see you later then?” she asked, wiping her hands off on a cloth you’d given her. She stepped closer as she handed it back to you. As she got closer you noticed the lovely combination of leather and vanilla floating towards you.

“I don’t see why not,” you said, taking a breath to slow your heart.

“Good,” she smiled. Then she was off.

……….

It wasn’t often you were invited to these sorts of events. Though your work had garnered much praise from the royal family and everyone who visited the palace, only twice did the Lantsovs let you attend a dinner with their fancy guests. The first time they sat you near the very end beside a religious lord who kept going on and on about the saints. The second time you were stuck once again at the end of the table in the midst of a group of bankers from Kerch; they were polite when they spoke to you, though you could tell they weren't overly excited to speak to a gardener.

Tonight, however, was very different. Nikolai had gathered a whole group of his friends from his days in the army, from his time at sea, and a bunch of assorted friends he'd met along the years. And best of all, his family and all the stuffiness hanging around them wasn't there.

You were sitting near to the middle of the table, caught in many interesting conversations and entertaining anecdotes. To your left was a squaller who had sailed with Nikolai, and to your left sat Tamar.

The room was loud and exciting, with laughter abounding, but the brightest laugh came from right beside you. Every time Tamar laughed you instinctively looked at her, eager to catch her smile and see the way her chest buckled.

Nikolai began a long story of one of his trips at sea, and Tamar interrupted him halfway.

"The whale was four times the size of the Volkvolny, mind you–"

"Four times?" Tamar had an incredulous tilt to her head. Her arm touched yours as she leaned into the table and your heart sped up. "It was barely the same size as the ship, Nikolai!"

"Well, either way, the whale was huge," he said, a not-so-sheepish smile on his face.

He continued, but you were so attuned to the warmth of Tamar's arm touching yours that you could hardly keep up with his story. Only when she leaned back in her seat and her arm fell to her lap did you start listening again. But by that point you were a little lost, and not just because of the odd twists and turns in the prince's story, but because of the way your eyes trailed to Tamar whenever she wasn't looking in your direction. There was no use even pretending to pay attention to Nikolai as you watched Tamar. She seemed to enjoy the story, though, and you relished in her smile and laughter, breathing it all in like incense.

And then, with widened eyes, you watched her reaching behind you, as though she was ready to rest her arm around you. Embarassment flooded your veins as you realized she was only settling her hand on the back of your chair. She looked at you and you frantically schooled your features to be calm and collected. A small smirk played on her lips before she returned her attention to Nikolai's stories.

You needed to control yourself.

Gazing at your hands in your lap, you took a breath, and closed your eyes for a moment. You glanced up when you heard your name being uttered across the table.

"Am I boring you?" Nikolai teased. "I really thought my stories were more entertaining than that."

"Not boring me at all," you replied, your face heating up. You didn't like having everyone's eyes on you suddenly. "Though I think I just need to get some fresh air. If you'll excuse me."

Receiving a polite nod from your host, you stood from the table. You made your way to the hall, calculating the nearest door to the terrace, which happened to be through the drawing room. Once you were outside breathing the fresh air you felt a bit better. You slouched against the wall of the palace, letting yourself slide to the ground. The stone below you was cool. Crickets hummed faintly.

There was no use in stopping your mind as it wandered back to the dining room, back to Tamar. Her smile, her smirk, her laughter, her warmth… it wasn’t just that you couldn’t think about anything else, you didn’t want to think about anything else.

Vaguely, you heard footsteps prodding closer on the stone floor, so you started to stand. Tamar stepped onto the terrace as you dusted yourself off. There was tension in her brows as she approached you.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

You nodded, watching as her expression eased up. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"Your heart is racing faster than I’ve ever heard it–I thought something might be wrong,” she said, unknowingly careless as she revealed herself to you.

"You knew my heart was racing?" You watched her head duck a little, as though guiltily. "Oh. You're a heartrender, aren't you?"

She nodded, the line of her mouth twisting in apology. "I probably should have told you sooner."

"Wouldn't have hurt to mention it," you replied, feeling very warm all of the sudden.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Sometimes when I tell people it makes them act differently around me, and I didn't want to risk that with you."

You felt your heart speed up a little at those words of hers, something you realized she would also notice. But the thought was almost comforting, as you didn't have to explain that intricate, intimate part of yourself to her.

"Why's that?" You asked her.

She gave you a small smile. "Because I like you, and I didn't want you to be anything besides yourself with me."

"Thank the saints," you muttered to yourself. Tamar's brows knit, but you grinned. "I'm sure you can tell already since my heart is pounding… but I like you too."

She seemed pleasantly surprised. "You do?"

“Very much so."

A bright smile spread across her face, and you didn't need to be a heartrender to know her heart was also leaping with joy.

“Would you like to go for a walk in the gardens?" She asked, still grinning at you. "Where those lovely roses of yours grow?"

“Isn’t it a bit cold out now that the sun’s gone down?” You grinned, at her, a teasing edge to your words.

She stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand, lacing her fingers with yours. “You'll always be warm with me.”

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