#zoya nazyalensky drabble

[zoyaofthegardvn]

Modern!Zoya Drabble

A/N: This is just a little something I've been thinking about since I wrote modern!Zoya headcanons, and I wanted to write it since I can't get it out of my head. Ugh. I need me a Zoya Nazyalensky college gf fr. Also, I know I have a lot of requests, but I am a slow writer and I promise I wanna get to all of them! But this is just something I wanted to get out :)

CW: None that I can think of!

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It's nearing midnight when you hear your phone buzz from where it's laying on top of the coffee table. You're not sure who'd be texting you this late, and you're nice and comfy on the couch. But, still, you untangle from the blankets and grab it from where it had been charging for the past hour while you caught up on your TV shows.

Z💙: come to bed. i want to cuddle.

You smile a bit at the text, imagining your girlfriend, just up the stairs and down the hallway, grumpy and pouty because you still hadn't joined her. You had moved in together just a few months ago, and it was pure domestic bliss. You loved living with her. But she went to bed earlier than you did, and she still wasn't too happy about it. Your phone buzzes again, another message from your sleepy lover.

Z💙: come onnnnn. i can't sleep.

Y/N: i'm still watching my show!!!! it's not a school night don't mom me

Z💙: omfg stop being like that it's so late

Z💙: you really want to leave me up here to just suffer from a lack of sleep?

You can't help but huff a laugh at her antics. Zoya was a huge cuddler, she clings to you all night long. You knew she didn't like going to sleep without you, but you also knew it wasn't all that serious.

Y/N: i think you'll survive

Y/N: come down here and lay with me sweetheart, i miss you 🥺

Z💙: if you missed me like i miss you you would come up here

Y/N: omg i have like one more episode just come let me cuddle you on the couch 😫

Z: no it's fine

Z💙: i'll just lay here and suffer 🫠

You sigh, shake your head, and set your phone back down before getting cozy again. You have to rewind your episode by a few minutes because you had missed some things, but quickly, you're distracted again by the sound of footsteps. You smirk, because just as you had guessed, Zoya decided she would join you rather than wait.

She comes down the stairs slowly, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She's rubbing at her eyes sleepily, and she looks just as grumpy as you imagined.

"Hi baby," you coo, clearly teasing her for her change of heart. You lift your blanket up and scoot over, making room for her to lay next to you on the couch.

She yawns and shoots you a glare, which makes you laugh.

"Don't laugh at me, you made me come all the way down here!"

But still, she lays down next to you, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders while you cover her up with your own. "I don't remember making you do anything, my love," you mumble into her hairline as she cuddles into your chest. You press a kiss to her forehead, and she lifts a thigh up to lay over top of you. You rub her back in slow, soothing motions, and she plants a kiss to your exposed neck.

You hum, and after just a few minutes, Zoya's fast asleep. You whisper "I love you" into her ear, then return your attention to the TV.

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[wh0refornikolailantsov]

omg hi could you maybe do a high-school au where you're failing English lit and Tolya is assigned as your tutor and you had no idea he was good at English and just mutual crushing vibes over poetry and maybe he's a jock and you go to his games to cheer him on and yeah...

the song could be Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift

Okay, look. Normally I don't do AU stuff, because, so many reasons, but I looked at this request and thought about it, and then I thought about it out loud and it sent me and bestie spiralling so fast into a whole Shadow and Bone High School AU concept, that I kind of, have to write this. I kind of have to, but it will have a lot (A LOT) of AU background info so hold on tight buddy. It may get to the point where you're asking yourself "what happened to the original plot of the movie," and to that I say... Idk.

Between Classes And The Bell - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Explicit Language. Spoilers for Seasons 1 & 2 And Potential Book Spoilers Implied Throughout. Not Canon Compliant, As AU But Canon Referenced Throughout. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Word Count: 5k+

"My expectations are low," Kaz says, tapping his cane against the table as he passes Zoya, a gentle taunt. Zoya purses her perfect lips and taps her pencil against the table, refusing to take the bait. "But they can always go lower, of course."

"You really think this is an argument you'll win, Brekker?" Zoya asks, turning in her seat to look at him. He smiles, eyes darting to make sure there is no teachers to oversee the devilish smirk, and clasps his spare hand over the one holding the cane.

"Never been in a fight I couldn't," he says. Zoya looks ready to explode. And you can understand why, Kaz never loses Debate, and she was just beginning to think she had the upper hand on him, but he had only wanted her to think that.

"I don't think we need to take this so seriously," says another classmate, "we aren't being supervised."

"I think taking things more seriously when unsupervised is essential to a thriving environment," Kaz is mocking Zoya and she knows it. She wants to do something, and if she let her heated nature get the better of her, she might. But she just folds her arms, and takes in a deep breath. As Head Girl she has to be composed, and as Captain of the cheer squad she has long learnt composure. When Zoya breathes it is like even the air is competing for her attention, she is that kind of beautiful. You glance at her and she has her eyes closed, calming herself. She shouldn't let Brekker get under her skin so easily, but Zoya takes everything very seriously, whereas Kaz gives the illusion of caring about school, all the teachers think he is a perfect student, and his grades suggest as much, but it is more of a game to Kaz. But that would go unnoticed by most, after all, no body tends to look too closely at a boy with a cane. But you don't doubt he is probably the most threatening of all of you. You'd heard a rumour once that he was running a blackmail scheme and that's why his grades were perfect without trying. But you knew Kaz was smarter than he cared to display, and you didn't want to put too much stock in rumours. School is so full of them after all.

You get up as the class empties, and you try not to pay close attention to the way Kaz hovers in the room, awaiting it's empty, you cannot tell if he is waiting for someone or waiting for the silence.

Zoya is headed for cheer practice and you are quick to step out of her way, it is best not to get under her feet at the best of times, yet again when she is fuelled with rage from an argument and especially when she is running late at the expense of losing said argument.

You step to the side to let most of the crowd pass, but as the corridors empty you feel yourself getting confused about where you were going. You catch a glimpse of your science partners leather messenger bag, and watercolour eyes and you nod to yourself, science, you're sure you've got a science next... but which one? Probably Chemistry, you'll settle for Chemistry.

"You're getting all turned around again," comes a voice from behind you. You turn and the familiar face of Inej Ghafa, is closer than you expected it to be. Inej is one of The Dregs like Kaz, you hated that name, but High School will be as High School will be and names like that sort of stuck. They called them The Dregs because they were scholarship students who couldn't afford to be in the school without the scholarship, 'Dregs Of Society' as a senior had not so politely explained to you one day when you were fresh in and dumb enough to ask. You nearly jump out of your skin, seeing here so close to you, without sensing her at all. She has a tendency to do that, so light on her feet, petite and so quiet. You have often wondered if the ability to walk unheard came first or if it was something she had learned from being a gymnast. If the acrobatics came naturally and the silence was learned, you're not sure which would be more impressive. Inej is simply a marvel, her scholarship is based on her gym skills and you would never doubt why, you've never seen someone able to preform with such confidence and prowess as her. But more than that, it's her heart you've noticed most, so quiet and yet so endlessly kind.

"Am I?" you ask her. She nods.

"You have English," she tells you, pointing towards the arts block.

"I have Chemistry," you say quickly but Inej shakes her head.

"No you had Chemistry last semester in this time slot on a Thursday," she corrects you, "now you have English."

You pause, but you realise she is right. You don't bother questioning how she knows that, one of the things you were quick to learn about Inej was she seemed to know everything about everyone, it came with the quietness you guessed, that she can hear and learn everything about everyone while no one even notices she's there. You wonder if that's what Kaz sees in keeping her so close, but then again based on the way the boy looks at her, you'd guess that was something else.

You turn to thank her but she has already disappeared from sight.

You're not late but you are cutting it close when you make your way to your seat. Nina, who you know relatively well from the short time you spent in the drama department last year, at her own coaxing, throws you a smile. "Pass this back to the pretty one?" she asks, handing you a note.

You glance over your shoulder and you don't need to ask who she means, you should have guessed. Matthias is looking even less eager to be in this class than you feel, but you don't blame him. For an exchange student Matthias doesn't seem to be thrilled to be here at all, most of the time, except when he is with Nina, which he is every moment he has the opportunity to be.

Every time you hear him speak it is to tell Nina that something she is doing is improper, and where he grew up that would've never been allowed, and yet every time you see him he is staring at her with a look in his eyes that could make you believe in love all on its own.

"Please?" Nina asks, fluttering those long beautiful eyelashes at you. You've never seen anyone say no to Nina Zenik, it might not be at all possible.

"Of course Nina," you tell her and hand the note back. Matthias frowns, and you can see the thoughts bubbling to the surface. He mumbles something about etiquette and respect for educators and then recognises Nina's handwriting and stops his grumbling.

"I think I am winning him over yet," she grins before turning back to the front of class. Nina was studying to be a nurse, but after a particularly rough semester switched carer plans and now intends to be a mortician, most of her bubbliness has come back to her, but it's clearest enough when she has the blonde in her eyeline, he truly brings out the best in her.

You find yourself tuning out most of the lesson, which you know you shouldn't, your Literature teacher is old enough that you feel like you should be able to get away with not paying attention, but you know she sees everything, and you're more than a little convinced everyone is afraid of her. So you're knocked sick immediately when Miss Morozova asks you to stay behind as the class is finishing up. You hope for a moment you might have misheard her, but her cold eyes on you is confirmation that you didn't.

She beckons you to the desk with a flick of her wrist and you approach, wondering what misstep you took, but she just slides your previous paper across the wood at you, and you see your mark and goose bumps spread through your skin. Fuck.

"You're going to fail," she tells you. She has never had a knack for encouragement or being gentle with her students.

"That is not what I had hoped," you admit. She laughs, it's a cold type of laugh, all apathy and disappointment.

"Not about hope child, it's about application and effort, I am not sure if you're missing the point or if you are not trying to see the point at all, either way you're not getting where you need to be," she shuffles a few papers, "so I have assigned you a tutor, hopefully that should fix your shortcomings, if not you will fail this class."

"A tutor?" you ask, the cold feeling just continues to spread through your body. Please not Zoya, please not Zoya. You don't doubt she is good at it, you've seen the turn around of Zoya's tutoring, but she intimidates you if you're honest and you don't think that is optimal for your learning. "Who?"

"Tolya Yul Bataar," she says, not bothering to look at you, "I have already informed him, the rest he will sort out, you're dismissed."

"Tolya?" you ask. You hadn't thought about it, you know he is in the advanced class, but you'd never given it much thought. Always seen the jock first, which isn't surprising, his education likes to focus on his sports, they treat his twin sister Tamar the same. Their skills making your school highest in competitive sports, it makes the school want to focus on their athletics. But you're a little annoyed at yourself for not even thinking about it.

You've thought about Tolya more than enough to have justified thinking about his academics. But the slight crush you've had on the athlete who stands taller than you can reason and with arms you're convinced could move mountains, you have had time to think about him.

You had lunch with his sister once, just the once. Tamar is nowhere near as tall as her brother, with short cropped hair which is a contrast to Tolya's own, but her strength is just like his, even for her size she is fierce and unrelenting. She looks like she could fuck you up, and you know she has the power behind her to back that up, and she would, and is willing to if the need arises. Her girlfriend Nadia had also been present at that lunch and you'd wanted to talk more than you had. Tamar was a type of brave you often wanted to be, unapologetic in her braveness, equal parts bark and bite.

You don't try asking anymore questions, you're pretty eager to get out the classroom that you walk straight into the corridor, not thinking to look around you, and are met by a leaning Tolya, who is rested up against the notice board beside the door. If normally he makes your heart skip a few beats, seeing him waiting for you nearly makes your heart stop. You tell yourself that's a fear response, but you know you're lying. "Tolya," you say breathing a little too heavily.

"I didn't take you for the flunking English type," he smiles at you, "but then again how well do you know a person?"

You smile, trying to not blush too deeply and give yourself entirely away. "I didn't know I was flunking," you admit.

"That isn't reassuring," he says, but he isn't criticizing you, you know criticism when you see it.

"It wasn't supposed to be."

"I am sure we can fix it up, I am... fond of prose."

You're supposed to be studying Remains by Simon Armitage, but even in his tutoring state, you can tell Tolya is finding the poem just as painful as you are. You don't want to be difficult, you don't mean to be, you're stressed about the fact you're going to flunk English Lit, and you know Tolya wants to help. But this poem is driving your attention elsewhere, and in an attempt to not stare at the large, pretty, tutor doing his best to go through themes with you, you let your eyes wander around the library.

Jesper Fahey, the lean theatre student with the true talent for dramatics in every aspect of his life, right down to the way he is dressed with bejewelled collar pins and matching cufflinks, is leaning over your chemistry partner, giving him that smile you recognise. Jesper has always been a flirt, and he never misses the mark, you've seen him flirt with nearly everyone around, but he only ever gives Wylan those eyes. You'd seen it first the day Wylan has suggested pyrotechnics for one of their next play, the same day Jesper tried to pitch Rocky Horror, they were a strange match, but perfectly matched in their strangeness. You especially liked Wylan, as your partner in the sciences you spent enough time with him to know that he is so smart, the kind of smart that makes your head spin, he could be a scholarship student, but he actually is a Legacy, not that you'd know it by looking at him, or talking to him. He doesn't really talk about his family, and you never pushed, knowing he runs the tech for the drama kids and can make homemade fireworks is a decent amount of know about a person.

"Am I boring you?" Tolya asks, his voice soft.

"No," you chuckle, "but I won't lie Simon Armitage is, maybe to death."

Tolya offers you a chuckle in response. "In honesty, I would like to say there is credit in all poetry, and I think there is, something for everyone, but I am inclined to agree this is no Keats," Tolya concedes.

"Or Wordsworth, or even Larkin," you add. He smiles.

"So you do like poetry?" he asks. You frown.

"Did I leave you with the impression I didn't?" you ask. He tilts his head, and he looks so unreasonably large in that blue library seat that you bite your tongue to not giggle at it.

"I had to read your previous paper to prep," he says, "you made it sound like poetry was the lowest form of art."

"I didn't mean for it to sound like that, maybe that poem," you joke, "but not all poetry."

"So, what poems do you like?" he asks, closing the book.

"What poems do you like, I didn't take you for the type," you give that preconception willingly, hoping to dismiss it quickly, and get his true interests locked into memory in a hope to know him better.

"All muscle and no appreciation for art?" he asks. You shrug.

"I never thought you were only muscle," you say, "you've got height too."

He laughs a little too loud for the library but you're too busy smiling to care. "I like classic poetry, epic prose," he admits.

"Iliad?" you ask. He grins.

"Yeah, Homer is up there," he nods, "also The Cantos."

"Oh is that... Ezra Pound?" you check, genuinely unsure if you're right but the gleam in his eyes tells you that you are before his words do.

You sit for a while, swapping favourites and preferences and you don't hear the sound of the bell ringing, calling you to classes, you just keep listening to Tolya reciting from memory and you think you could listen to that forever.

"I hate to pull you away," comes a voice anyone would recognise. You look up and the resident Lantsov, Nikolai with his puppy grin and sparkling eyes is looking at Tolya, "but you are very late."

Tolya glances at the time, as long in you as you were in him, and gets up a little too quickly. "I lost track of time," he admits.

"I can see that," Nikolai spares you a glance, and smiles back at his friend. Nikolai is charming, charming in all the ways a politician might be without half the deceit and double the bravado. Handsome in the way that he knows he is handsome and leans on it, but doesn't rely on it solely like people as pretty as he often do. But it works for him, and you understand where it comes from. Lantsov is a Legacy student, which gets him a lot of allowances, but his older brother got expelled a few years back and he has been under a lot of pressure to not fuck up like Vasily did. So he goes the extra mile, does the extra work, head boy, and boy scout all in one, just to fix what his brother broke. The new girl Alina is hovering not far behind, Nikolai took a liking to her immediately, she looks lost in this place, she got in on a scholarship for a sport she didn't play and has been trying to juggle everything ever since. But she mostly talks about missing home, she has a boy back at her old school, a boy her heart aches at the absence of. Usually that sort of thing is a lie, but the way she talks about him, you would never doubt, you're not sure of his name, you've heard it once or twice, Hal, Mal maybe, you don't let your mind linger on the thought.

"I have to go, but I promise to meet you here tomorrow?" Tolya asks you, bringing you back to the library and out of your mind.

"I'll be here," you say. You watch the three of them walk away, the twins have been close to Nikolai as long as you've known any of them, thick as thieves and twice as protective of one another. You can admire a friendship like that.

"And the final stanza, ending with that imagery," Tolya is trying so very hard to stay on topic, but you are tapping your fingers across a very old copy of Odyssey and he knows you're trying to pull his attention away, and you know it's working.

"or six-feet-under in desert sand, but near to the knuckle, here and now, his bloody life in my bloody hands," you recite. "I know Tolya, it is ingrained in my mind I promise you."

"If you fail the next essay you won't be stuck with me anymore, you'll be failed," Tolya reminds you.

"I am very aware of my predicament," you straighten up, "fail and well fail, or succeed and be told the tutoring is effective and I must continue to spend these hours with you."

The way you tease him makes him want to forget the studying all together and just keep you in his company for longer, without explanation or reason beyond just wanting you there.

"This is such torture for you, isn't it?" He asks, not meaning a word.

"Not in the slightest," you confess. "My favourite part of the day, and not just because you bring really good snacks."

"I do," he agrees reaching to take a biscuit from the centre of the table. "Are you coming to the game?"

The question strikes you as odd, you have spent weeks with Tolya and you've discussed art and music and poetry at length, but you've avoided talking sports, you thought because he had wanted not to talk about it, but with this question you wonder if maybe you've been negligent in not asking him about that aspect of his life. If you've come across as uninterested in the athletics and dismissive because of it, and that thought fills you with an uncomfortable nervousness.

"I hadn't been planning on," you say slowly, "should I?"

"It's going to be a good game," he says, "a competitive one." You nod, trying to seem more enthusiastic than you're sure how to be about sports. "It's an important game," he admits, "and I would... like to have you there, if you want to come?"

"Are you asking me to come watch your game?" you ask, twiddling your pencil between your fingers. He smiles.

"Yeah, I kind of am," he admits, "is that okay?"

"Yeah," the blush creeps up your neck but has the respect to stay away from your cheeks, weeks alongside Tolya you've had to train yourself to blush more subtly, "I'd like that."

Genya and Nina are both fussing over Zoya in preparation for the game, Genya because she wants to be beautician and it is helpful, Nina because it's her prerogative to get involved wherever she wants to. Seeing Genya and Zoya be so friendly with one another is still a little unnerving, due to a not so friendly rumour about Genya and a teacher Genya had been the subject of a lot of hate from the girls at school. Zoya was among them. But the last year has brought everyone a lot closer, and everyone has become a lot more understanding, and Zoya with the help of Alina went around getting Mr Kirigan fired for his unprofessional behaviour, that which they could prove anyway. Genya weathered the worst of it all, and she never seemed to shake.

"Genya if you do not stop fussing me," Zoya warns her, but it's coming from a softer place than her normal warning tone. Zoya holds a lot of guilt when it comes to Genya, about not defending her, about not believing her, about not protecting her from the rumours.

Even Zoya had her fair share of rumours, the real reason as to why she doesn't date, the way her eyes linger moments too long on a pretty girl in the hallway, but again, you didn't like to put too much stock into rumours.

Genya twirls one of her red tendrils around her hand, trying to keep them off Zoya's long dark hair which she has pulled up into a ponytail. "Can I at least-,"

"No," Zoya says sternly. "David, please come get your girlfriend."

David, the reed thin brunette who rarely understands half of what is going on around him, looks up from the book he is reading, something on geology and metallurgy, to look at Genya who gives him a sweet smile, and he gives her a little wave, not having heard exactly what Zoya said. David and Genya are high school sweethearts, the type that you're not even aware you are rooting for at first, but at some point you realise the happiness of their relationship is the thing you are basing your idea of true love on.

"You're coming tonight right?" Nina asks you, throwing you a look across the room, you hadn't realised she noticed you being there, between trying to keep Genya from trying to colour Zoya's hair and Zoya from trying to kill Genya with a look.

"To the game?" Genya turns her eyes to you and they're glistening with anticipation. "I didn't realise you found your school spirit."

"I was invited," you explain.

"Yeah, by a tree with the muscles of a Saint," Nina quips giving you a wink. "I don't think it's school spirit they've found."

"Tolya?" Genya asks, tone shifting up a pitch with her eagerness.

"Don't say it like that," you say. Genya leans up on her elbows, resting her pretty face over her crossed hands.

"Like what?" she asks.

"Like," you gesture to her in her entirety, "like that, like you think you know something I don't know."

"If your truly flunking Lit, I think we all know something you don't know," Zoya says, "now can we get this show on the road, I cannot and will not be late."

"Ignore her," Nina mouths, "she's just cranky because... well because she is Zoya."

The air is brisk but you don't feel cold as you walk towards the field, you see Brekker underneath the bleachers talking with someone you don't recognise, but you pretend not to see anything.

Wylan has his arms around Jesper's neck in the back of the stands, and he looks less lost and more found. Matthias and Nina are bickering by the food queue about how acceptable sweet toppings are on savoury foods and she is too wrapped up in her fun game of wind up Matthias to see your wave, but you don't mind.

Zoya has corralled the cheerleaders and they're all pretty ready, Alina is staring trying not to get roped into anything as one of the cheerleaders in blue tries to tell her how good cheer is for the spirit.

Nikolai is trying to convince Zoya of something but you're not sure what, but you are at least sure it isn't working.

You are brought out of your people watching by feeling a presence close to your side, you turn your head and Inej is walking in stride. "Tolya is looking for you," she says, and you expect her to disappear into nothing as quickly as she appears, but she doesn't. She is a girl after all, not a ghost.

"When does the game start?" you ask.

"You have time," she assures you. She points south and you follow that guidance, and you see Tamar leaning on the gate, she is talking with some of the other players, and she looks so at home. It would be hard to believe there was a time when Tamar had to argue her way onto the team, given how much she has to offer.

Tamar gets a warning for cursing with enthusiasm and you cannot help but chuckle. If the other team wants a fight, they will definitely find one with her. You're about to ask if someone has seen Tolya when you feel the shadow casting across your shoulder.

"I'll get them back," Tamar is insisting.

"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much," Tolya quotes, standing beside you. Tamar throws her brother an unamused look.

"Oscar Wilde," you say craning your neck up to look at Tolya. He looks different in his sporting kit, but his hair is still held back the same, and his arms are still exposed to the cold air, just not with rolled up sleeves this time. Looking at him makes you feel cold, and you want to ask him how he isn't.

"You're shivering," he points out.

"I am?" you ask, glancing down at your own body, "I hadn't expected it to be so cold."

"Here," Tolya reaches behind him into a bag and pulls out a jersey, it's for the team and is sporting his number on the back, he hands it to you with one hand. "So you're warm."

You take it slowly, mind racing with the many implications of such a small, kind gesture, and you don't want to jump the gun with this, with him. "Thank you," you manage, slipping the fabric over your shoulders. "I didn't even realise you had one of these."

"Everyone on the team has one," he says.

"No, a jacket," you tease, "you never wear one."

He shrugs. "I don't get cold," he explains, looking around to see how quickly he needs to make his way to the field.

"Then why did you carry it with you?" you ask. The jersey smells like Tolya, from being in his bag you'd guess, and you feel a weight in the side pocket, reaching in you find a small packet of dried mango. You let yourself smile at that.

"I've got to run," he says, "wish me luck?"

"Break a leg," you say, "or is that just something you say for theatre?"

"I'll take it," he says before joining the team.

You'd not given the sports of your school too much thought, but watching Tolya play you must admit you weren't giving the sport aspect much thought even now. You cheer for Tolya, not the game, you're watching Tolya, not the game. If anyone asked you what was happening you're not sure you'd be able to offer more than this name.

If you had any doubts about your schools victory they would have been quickly squashed by the victory cries from Tamar, all fervour and for more expletives than the coach is happy for there to be. She gets a whistle of a warning and a stern look which she just brushes off, letting her brother pull her into a hug.

You are leaning on the fence, which you hadn't noticed until now, with Tolya approaching you. The field is lower set than the stands but Tolya still feels very tall as he gets closer. You can understand why Nina described him as treelike. "Good game," you say. The warmth of his jersey on your skin feeling as secure as that embrace you watched him give Tamar, and it leaves you reaching out for him with eager thoughts and hesitant hands. You tuck them deep into your pockets- his pockets, trying not to give yourself away.

"Thank you," he says, the adrenaline in his smile is dizzying. "Thank you for coming by the way, it means a lot."

"Thank you for inviting me," you say. You want to say more, you want to find the words for this feeling, this gentle buzzing that is sparking between the two of you.

"Ask her you coward," Tamar calls from her place now sat next to Nadia, straddling the bench of a lower section of the bleachers, sharing a milkshake with her girlfriend.

Tolya laughs. "I made a bet with my sister, if we win I had to take that win, and take a risk," he says, and for someone so tall he looks so nervous. "And we won."

"You did," you nod, "quite well I think."

"Really well," he admits, laughter echoing in the spaces between the words.

"So what risk?" you ask, feeling yourself leaning onto your toes, needing to know, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

"I was wondering if you'd like to see me, outside of school hours?" he asks.

"Like now?" you ask, trying to keep the smile at bay. He tilts his head in a nod.

"Yeah, like now, but maybe more... just us," he says. You feel like you might fall down but you can't help but tease him.

"For studying?" you ask. He can tell you're playing with him.

"No," he says, "not for studying."

"Are you trying to ask me on a date Tolya?"

"I am trying."

"I would like that, I would like that a lot."

#shadow and bone drabble #shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #tolya yul bataar #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya and tamar #tolya my darling i adore you #nikolai lantsov #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #genya my beloved #david x genya #kanej #wesper #zoya nazyalensky #au #highschool au #alina starkov #mal oretsev #helnik #nina zenik #matthias helvar #the crows

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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

[heliads]

Hi love! 100 happy congratulations for your milestone. I was hoping to request a personalised drabble for Nikolai Lantsov if you’ve got the time. I’m on the introverted side but come out of my shell amongst those I trust. I’m a violinist, write and read poetry / fantasy, box as a sport and love spending time with my dog. (I’d like to describe myself as kind hearted too, if that isn’t too arrogant!) Thanks for your celebration. I adore your writing, have been building up the nerve to request! ♥️

aw, thank you so much! judging by this request alone, i would say a description of you as kind hearted is quite on the mark <33

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“Is there a reason you’re so obviously spying on the next room?”

Kings of Ravka are not supposed to startle easily, but Nikolai Lantsov disappoints in this regard. He’d like to think that it’s the only regard in which he could possibly disappoint, other than perhaps being incapable of stepping on his partner’s feet in a waltz. Judging by the sardonic expression on Zoya Nazyalensky’s face, however, Nikolai may be about to learn otherwise.

He straightens up anyway, pretending that he definitely wasn’t pressed up against the wall in the hopes of hearing something. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

Zoya arches her brow. “No? You’re not, say, intruding on Y/N L/N’s privacy by watching them practice the violin?”

Nikolai groans. “You weren’t supposed to say it that loudly. They might hear me.”

Zoya scoffs. “If you’re worried about being seen, I would suggest not eavesdropping.”

Nikolai waves a dismissive hand. “I’ve already tried that, obviously. The problem is that I can’t stop. I mean, have you heard Y/N play? It’s enchanting.”

“What’s enchanting is watching you fall so hard for Y/N,” Zoya comments matter-of-factly, “it’s almost endearing. Much like how watching a puppy fall face first into a mud puddle is endearing.”

Nikolai gives her a look. “I’m not that bad. Not yet, at least. And, if I was,” he amends upon seeing Zoya’s expression, “it would be well within my right to do so. Y/N is wonderful in every regard. They play the violin like an angel. They box with enough skill to give my best fighters a black eye within seconds. They even share my taste in books. What else could I possibly ask for?”

“Perhaps for them to like you back?” Zoya suggests unhelpfully.

Upon seeing what must be a very distraught expression cross Nikolai’s face, she sighs and offers up a small morsel of kindness. “Alright, alright. You may be lucky on that front. I think Y/N is foolish enough to have feelings for you as well.”

Nikolai’s gaze snaps up to her. “Really? You think so?”

Zoya shrugs unconcernedly. “I’ve been monitoring the situation. Mainly to inform you of your hopeless case, but I don’t think it’s as hopeless as it could be. Take a breath, Nikolai, you look as if you might pass out. Y/N will hardly accept you as a lover if you’re unconscious.”

Nikolai chuckles, genuinely filled with delight in what feels like far too long. “Thank you, Zoya. Thank you a hundred times over.”

Zoya rolls her eyes, but she’s almost smiling. “Just go ask Y/N out already. I expect details.”

“And you’ll get them,” Nikolai promises. He has a feeling they’ll be good, too. What more could he want, indeed?

#5k celebration #nikolai lantsov #grishaverse

[wesper-ao3feed]

Small Things

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ORliBv0 by MayBeLadyAshla Small drabbles, or almost drabble, for the #SaveShadowAndBone Ship Week. 1. Kanej-Flowers English is not my native language so I ask for mercy for any errors (you can also point them out to me, I don't bite). Words: 104, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar, Nina Zenik, Mal Oretsev, Alina Starkov, Nikolai Lantsov, Zoya Nazyalensky Relationships: Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik, Mal Oretsev/Alina Starkov, Nikolai Lantsov/Zoya Nazyalensky Additional Tags: Flowers, Ketterdam (Grishaverse), The Crow Club (Six of Crows), Inej Ghafa-centric, Kaz Brekker is Trying, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Tags Are Hard, #SaveShadowAndBone, #SixOfCrowsSpinoff, #kanej read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ORliBv0

#wesper #wylan x jesper #wesper fanfiction #wesper ao3feed #ao3feed #fanfiction

[luvrsinn]

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# character list

marauders era ;;; james potter sirius black remus lupin regulus black stranger things ;;; steve harrington nancy wheeler robin buckley grishaverse ;;; nikolai lantsov zoya nazyalensky inej ghafa

# requests

open to write fluff, angst, hurt/comfort willing to write headcanons / drabbles / au's !! no nsfw content/request

note: i may not always be able to answer every request, so please don't feel bad! english isn't my first language and i'm still a newbie writer so, as always, open to criticism/suggestions :)

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[lovingmyselfcore]

Asleep

“She’s not venomous you know,” Nikolai said with a huff, lips curling up at the corners.

David didn’t look at him, gaze flitting around the car, to Tamar who was grinning in the passenger seat, and Alina, also grinning, in the driver’s seat. He avoided looking at Nikolai and at the ginger who had just fallen asleep on his shoulder, her lips parted and her curls falling in her face.

His brows furrowed, “Yes. No human is venomous.”

Nikolai smiled, “You’re right, which means that you can touch her, and it won’t kill you.”

David just blinked.

Zoya kicked the back of Nikolai’s seat and hissed something at him but David wasn’t paying attention, his focus was solely on Genya, who had shifted, curling further into his shoulder, foot curling around his on the floor, seatbelt pressing into her shoulder in a fashion that was definitely uncomfortable.

“Would you like me to help?” Nikolai asked. David wondered if he was making fun of him, he’d never been good at recognizing that sort of thing, but Nikolai’s eyes were sincere.

David nodded stiffly and Nikolai slid over a little, carefully unbuckling Genya’s seatbelt and unwrapping her. He froze as Genya stirred and her brow furrowed but Nikolai slid her back over to David, and she settled.

Nikolai reached again to grab David’s arm and rest it over Genya’s shoulders. Genya hummed in her sleep, practically on top of him now, and Nikolai stayed leaned over for another beat, seemingly looking for something in David’s face. Apparently he found it because he leaned back with a satisfied smirk.

David was only staring at Genya, though. How beautiful she was. Genya was beautiful,, it was just a fact, but it was how she looked at times like this that David thought she was most stunning. When she was laughing with Alina and Zoya, talking with Nikolai, discussing a new project she’d had the idea for, doing anything where she was at peace, really. Where she wanted to be there. It was how she looked when she was perched on his desk, staring down at him as he spoke about the project he was working on, that glint in her eyes, and the smile on her face. It was how she looked with him, though he hadn’t put that together.

Genya hummed again, and David finally relaxed into the embrace, his own eyes fluttered closed and Zoya said something else, but he was already asleep.

#danya #david x genya #david and genya #david and nikolai #genya safin #zoya nazyalensky #zoyalai #alina starkov #why is alina x inej a thing #tamar kir bataar #modern au #drabble #fluff #gretchen's pride month fics

[grishaverseficlibrary]

a little raw honestly by hapan

"You are not a Grisha.”

The truth of those words beats through her skull worse than any pain. She can feel her body attempting to curl in on itself, as though she can be protected from the raw honesty in Zoya’s voice, but she’s pinned. Exposed and vulnerable to whatever Zoya chooses to throw at her.

“You are not a Grisha,” and her voice trembles on the repetition. “It is not your job to save us anymore.”

#zoyalina #alina starkov #zoya nazyalensky #teen #drabble

[dandeliononthemoon]

If you're still doing prompts, #27 for zoyalai with a bit of #1 and #43?

Thank you so much for the request, anon <3

This has become hurt/comfort, when I actually just planned comfort for you lol but well

Anyway i had fun writing and i hope you enjoy!!

p.s.: I kid you not anon, when i was writing this i realized i had dreamt this, that i was writing this fic, and i got even more excited so i really hope you enjoy it

Fandom: Grishaverse

Pairing: Zoya Nazyalensky x Nikolai Lantsov

Prompt(s): 1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face, 27. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap, 43. A kiss pressed to te top of the head

Words: 970

number(s) + pairing = drabble for you!

i still take requests up until 4 dec, so if you have been wondering about a certain kissing headcanon, i could fulfil your dream by writing it!

Most days, Nikolai felt as confident as he showed it on the outside. Some days, he didn’t.

On those days, he compensated for it by being over confident. People often enough didn’t see the difference, so he knew that it worked.

Today was one of those days.

His whole life he had spent not quite fitting in. Not quite receiving as much love as he thought he deserved. Except for Dominik and later Zoya, he never had someone who he could feel so deeply for, and had been on the receiving end of that love.

Sometimes, the insecurities crept in. He wondered often when Zoya would leave, for someone better, maybe more deserving of her affections. He always anticipates her not staying the next day, but she always does.

Today, as he was sitting on the chair of their dressing table, he watched Zoya getting ready for a dinner party they had organized.

She was wearing a sleeveless deep blue velvety gown, with a mermaid shape that beautifully accentuated her curves. The dress goes on to pool around her feet.

He knew, that everyone was going to stare at her, just the way he did now. There might even be someone, who is more charming, nicer, funnier than him that Zoya would probably go with him. And he would gladly let her, if she wanted that.

Right now, she was looking in the big mirror on their closet, trying to fit her diamond earrings.

Zoya noticed Nikolai staring at her through the mirror. “What are you thinking?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times before quickly producing a convincing smile, he hoped it was convincing. “Nothing darling, I was just thinking how beautiful you look”

“That is not nothing” she smirked and turned around, having finished putting her earring into place.

“And that is not what you were thinking”

She proceeded to go sit on his lap, putting her arm around his neck and placing the other on his face, making him turn his face towards her. He put one hand on her back and one on her thigh, distractedly rubbing circles with his thumb. He did that when he was thinking about something. Zoya also noticed his eyes drooping and his smile not exactly radiant, which it was every time he genuinely smiled. It was too bright. There was some weariness in his eyes.

“Are you okay? Should we cancel the party” Zoya looked into his eyes with concern.

“Oh no, you shouldn’t cancel the party on my account. Besides, there is not even anything” he waved his hand as if to brush away her concern, with a too bright voice.

“Honey, we have been together for so long and have gone through so much. I think I know when you aren’t in your best mood”

She sighed. “They say it is good to share concerns, it lessens the burden” she implied.

“But of course you don’t need to talk about it just yet” Zoya was brushing over his cheekbones.

Nikolai looked downward and took an uneven breath.

“I-“, He exhaled and started again. ”It is quite stupid, but I can’t help and feel that someday, you will choose to not love me anymore”. He turned his head away as he said it. “As so many others did”, he added with a small, soft voice, a blush creeping up on his face.

Her heart twisted.

“I mean if that did happen and you chose to walk away, I would not stop you. Saints, I can’t even believe you have stayed for as long as you did”, he looked down again, “I just-“ he got cut off by a soft pressure on his lips.

“Okay, first of all, you are stupid”, Zoya said with a hard voice and an equally intense look. She couldn’t believe he was still thinking this way. Not that she could exactly blame him, with the family he had and the life he grew up in, it was hard to let go of this anxiety. It make her feel a rush of emotions for him, all in one second.

“Second of all, I am never leaving. I thought we vowed on that”

“People can easily break promises”, he interrupted softly.

“I wasn’t done”, she huffed.

“Third, I love you”, Zoya emphasized every word.

He looked up at that.

“What? You are surprised? D’you want confirmation?”, she asked with some annoyance.

She then kissed him on the forehead, with as much tenderness as much anger she spoke in.

Her lips trailed around his face, leaving little pecks along his forehead, going on to his temple, moving to his cheekbones and the hollow of his cheek, to his jaw, chin, all the way around. Then she hovered around his lips, ”I love you, okay you dumbass? I love you”

Zoya brushed her lips on his, softly grabbing his upper lip and kissing across it, kissing the corner, going down to the lower lip, leaving kisses across there as well and the other corner.

His hands moved around her, possessively curving around her waist and pressing himself against her. Zoya had often enough said ‘I love you’, but whenever she did, his heart would make a jump, not quite believing she means it. But she does. And she’s proven that many times. As she was doing now.

They pulled away, resting their foreheads against each other.

“Thank you”, Nikolai whispered.

“You are welcome, but why?”

“For sticking around, for staying with me, for loving me”

He could feel Zoya’s smile and she gave a quick peck as she said, “You can thank me properly later, but for now we need to get going, we don’t want to upset our guests”

He smiled now too, feeling a little bit more confident.

“Yes, let’s go”

#zoyalai #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x zoya #zoya x nikolai #grishaverse #nikolai duology #king of scars #rule of wolves #fic zoyalai #zoyalai fanfiction #shadow and bone fanfiction #king of scars fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x zoya nazyalensky #zoya nazyalensky x nikolai lantsov #fic.e: zoyalai #fic.e: grishaverse #50 types of kisses request #writing prompt request #zoya nazyalensky #shadow and bone #zoyalai fanfic

[ferkwehs]

INTRODUCTION.

hello!  i'm  sena,  a  suffering  english  language  and  literature  student.  since  i  am  in  college  and  my  schedule  is  highly  unstable  at  the  moment,  i  have  decided  to  open  up  commissions  for  my  writings  to  help  with  bills/rent  etc.  i  have  been  in  tumblr  rpc  since  2019,  and  i  have  been  writing  since  i  was  in  middleschool,  i  have  experience  with  fanfictions  and  drabbles.  samples  of  my  work  can  be  found  here,  and  i  can  be  commissioned  through  either  askbox  or  IMs.  i  prefer  paypal  as  a  paying  method,  ko-fi  is  currently  under  construction.

ACCEPTING  FANDOMS.

these  are  mainly  the  fandoms  that  come  to  my  mind  first  in  terms  of  writing  in  a  familiar  universe,  but  if  you  don't  see  a  certain  fandom  or  a  character  you'd  like  in  the  list,  please  feel  free  to  check  in  with  me!  i'm  pretty  sure  we  can  work  something  out.  

GRISHAVERSE.  alina  starkov,  the  darkling,  malyen  oretsev,  baghra,  genya  safin,  david  kostyk,  zoya  nazyalensky,  nikolai  lantsov,  tamar-kir  bataar,  tolya  yul-bataar,  kaz  brekker,  inej  ghafa,  nina  zenik,  jesper  fahey,  wylan  van  eck,  matthias  helvar,  ehri  kir-taban,  leoni  hilli,  adrik  zhabin,  nadia  zhabin.

RIORDANVERSE.  percy  jackson,  annabeth  chase,  grover  underwood,  rachel  dare,  leo  valdez,  jason  grace,  piper  mclean,  hazel  levesque,  nico  di  angelo,  will  solace,  thalia  grace,  reyna  ramirez-arellano,  hylla  ramirez-arellano,  frank  zhang,  charles  beckendorf,  clarisse  la  rue,  travis  stoll,  connor  stoll,  katie  gardner,  miranda  gardner,  lou  ellen  blackstone,  carter  kane,  sadie  kane,  zia  rashid,  magnus  chase,  alex  fierro.

ALL  FOR  THE  GAME.  neil  josten,  andrew  minyard,  aaron  minyard,  nicky  hemmicks,  jeremy  knox,  renee  walker,  kevin  day,  jean  moreau,  katelyn  smith,  danielle  wilds,  allison  reynolds.

THE  WITCHER.  (  netflix  based.  )  yennefer  of  vengerberg,  fringilla  of  nilfgaard,  geralt  of  rivia,  jaskier  the  bard,  cirilla  of  cintra,  tissaia  de  vries.  renfri.

MCU.  tony  stark.  peter  parker.  MJ.  natasha  romanoff.  yelena  belova.  wanda  maximoff.  pietro  maximoff.  scott  lang.  bucky  barnes.  steve  rogers.  sam  wilson.

HARRY  POTTER.  harry  potter.  ron  weasley.  hermione  granger.  viktor  krum.  fleur  delacour.  cedric  diggory.  pansy  parkinson.  bill  weasley.  fred  weasley.  george  weasley.  draco  malfoy.  astoria  greengrass.  lily  evans.  sirius  black.  james  potter.  remus  lupin.  marlene  mckinnon.  andromeda  tonks.

TWILIGHT.  bella  swan.  jacob  black.  alice  cullen.  emmett  cullen.  rosalie  hale.  aro  volturi.  jane  volturi.  alec  volturi.

AVATAR:  THE  LAST  AIRBENDER.  aang.  katara.  toph.  suki.  sokka.  zuko.  kyoshi.  azula.  mai.  ty  lee.

LEGEND  OF  KORRA.  korra.  asami.  mako.  bolin.  tenzin.  lin.  kya  ii.  bumi.

ARCANE.  vi.  caitlyn  kiramman.  viktor.  jayce.  mel  medarda.  ambessa  medarda.  jinx.  ekko.  silco.  sevika.

LEAGUE  OF  LEGENDS.  pretty  much  all  of  the  characters.

RULES.

●  things  i  will  write:  fluff,  angst,  humor,  horror,  domestic  plots,  smut,  ot3s,  monogamy,  polyamory,  aus,  OCs,  romantic  dynamics,  platonic  dynamics,  familial  dynamics,

●  things  i  will  not  write:  inc*st,  SA,  anything  sexual  including  a  minor,  dub-con,  anything  racist/sexist/homophobic/transphobic/xenophobic.  please  do  not  contact  me.  i  won't  write  smut  commissions  for  people,  under  18,  please  don't  lie  about  your  age.

●  forms  i  will  write:  drabbles,  short  stories,  fanfictions.

●  i  reserve  the  right  to  turn  down  any  commission.

●  you  will  receive  the  work  in  the  span  of  a  week  after  you  commission  me.

●  for  smut,  i  usually  get  along  with  kinks  but  still,  i  reserve  the  right  to  refuse  writing  something  i'm  uncertain  about.

●  the  accuracy  of  what  you  want  will  be  shaped  by  your  request.  the  more  detail  you  give  me,  the  more  it  will  be  as  you  imagined.  if  you  don't  give  me  much  details,  i  will  assume  creative  control.

●  if  you  want,  for  an  example,  a  piece  of  smut  with  percy  and  annabeth,  i  am  not  writing  it  in  any  point  in  the  series.  it  will  happen  after  the  series  when  they  are  both  grown  adults.  this  goes  for  all  of  the  media  i  take  commissions  for  that  include  minors.  i  don't  age  up  characters  for  smut,  don't  ask  me  to.

●  i  will  write  a  canon  character  with  your  OC,  but  i  am  going  to  need  information  on  your  muse  and  the  setting.

●  disclaimer:  i  do  not  own  any  of  the  characters  are  write  for,  nor  i  am  affiliated  with  the  series  and  the  author.

PRICES.

drabbles.

●  5  euros.  between  100  and  500  words.

●  10  euros.  between  500  and  1000  words.

●  15  euros.  between  1000  and  1500  words.

●  20  euros.  between  1500  and  2000  words.

and  for  every  additional  500  words,  i  charge  5  euros.  for  smut,  extra  2  euros  are  added  each  500  words.

fanfictions.

●  fanfictions  will  be  charged  by  chapter,  not  word  count.  each  chapter  will  include  a  minimum  of  2000  words,  and  i  am  going  to  be  charging  25  euros  per  chapter.

#PINNED POST. #writing commissions #arcane commissions #pjo commissions #hp commissions #grishaverse commissions #aftg commissions #the witcher commissions #mcu commissions #marvel commissions #twilight commissions #atla commissions #tlok commissions #league of legends commissions #commissions

[zoyaofthegardvn]

OK wait, hear me out. Zoya x reader x Alina w/ double penetration. Please and ty 😩💕

OOOO now this i totally love! i’m totally marking them for double penetration 😌

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #grisha #leigh bardugo #zoyalina imagine #zoyalina au #zoyalina #zoya nazyalenksy imagine #zoya nazyalensky x reader #zoya nazyalensky x alina starkov #zoya nazyalensky drabble #zoya nazyalensky x reader smut #zoya nazyalensky #alina starkov x reader #alina starkov #sun summoner

[sanktnikolais]

yeahhhh same. i wish we could have had angst and pining and internal monologues, and then the sort of duality in 'i want to tell him but idk how and also bc we're not supposed to' got skipped entirely bec zoya is an emotionally reserved person i wish we could have seen her struggling with her feelings as she was in the sampler chapters the zoyalai scenes in the demon king were cute but slightly ooc

note: ROW rant/spoilers so pls beware of reading this shit thoughts of mine if you haven’t read it yet ;-;

yeah like i really think their first scene in the first part (the one where the Healer was tending to his arm bc of his burn injuries) could have gone a bit better. Like Zoya suddenly kissing his forehead????????????? without any internal turmoil of giving in to her feelings???? a bit ooc to me. (I actually made a short drabble for that with more internal monologue and fixed it bc I want to and I can HAHAHAHA will prolly post later :EYES:)

it’s like something happened between the time skip of KoS and RoW bc like you’re telling me our emotionally constipated Zoya Nazyalensky would suddenly give in to her desires????? tbh it would have been better if it was somewhere in the middle with a nice buildup. imo KoS had the better tension, yearning, pining, and buildup. Nik wasn’t totally ooc, i mean bro did you see the man’s inner monologue???

Because I am greedy for the sight of you. Because the prospect of facing this war, this loss, without you fills me with fear. Because I find I don’t want to fight for a future if I can’t find a way to make a future with you.

BRO?????? what the fuck :sob: 

it’s a bit understandable that they wouldn’t have that much scenes bc of all the shit’s that going on, tho the angst/pinging/yearning could have been spiked up with near death experiences and them thinking the other is dead/seriously injured??????????? JUICY. 

and the last part, that scene in the throne room akhjsflhjasfd it’s their moment after the war it could have been prolonged for a bit (i’m going to fix it too and add a bit more relief bc KLJHASFKLJHASDFLKH they just came back from war and the other is alive wHERE IS MY UTTER RELIEF OF SEEING THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE ALIVE AND BREATHING AFTER THE WAR ;-;) 

tho i still stand with the fact that they could have really went through the direction of abolishing the monarchy instead of starting a new dynasty ya know also bc im holding on to that could have been fluffy and sappy ending of Nik showing Zoya the world and sailing the seas as per Liliyana’s stories of them sailing when she was young KADHFSKLDHASFKLDHFAS i could dream okay 

BUT 

I will always seek to make it summer for you.

MADE ME FEEL SO MANY FUCKING THINGS I WANT TO CRY FOREVER

#row spoilers #rule of wolves spoilers #zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #GHASFDKJGASDFKJGA I LOVE THEM OKAY #ESPECIALLY THE GARDEN SCENE AND SHIP SCENE #BUT IT COULD HAVE HAD BETTER BUILD UP #AND THE LAST SCENE WHEN NIK NAMED ZOYA A QUEEN #COULD HAVE BEEN SOFTER AND LONGER :SOB: #LESS SAPPY AND SOFTER T-T

[ao3feed-darklina]

by Anonymous

General Kirigan unintentionally romances Alina simply by showing a few soft gestures. It made his intentional romancing a whole lot easier.

A drabble series where The Darkling already has Alina's heart by the Winter Fete.

Words: 1123, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Genya Safin, General Kirigan (Shadow and Bone), Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev, Ivan (The Grisha Trilogy), Baghra (The Grisha Trilogy), Marie (The Grisha Trilogy), Nadia Zhabin, Zoya Nazyalensky, Botkin Yul-Erdene

Relationships: The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev & Alina Starkov

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Misunderstandings, Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Age Difference, Romance, Unhealthy Relationships, Pregnancy, Aged-Up Character(s)

#IFTTT #ao3feed #darklina #alarkling #the darkling x alina

[heliads]

hi lisa!! can i request a drabble with zoya? i'm a bi girl, long brown hair and 5'1". total bookworm, really nerdy and shy, the type that talks to a person looking at the ground. obsessed with music and i like to sing a lot. my favourite color is pink, i love musicals and romance movies. i avoid talking to people because i get really nervous, but i always smile at then

well, that's it. thank you ♡

you are me 2.0 have as much zoya as you want

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There is no reason that Zoya Nazyalensky has been spotted outside the Materialki complex for the fourth time this week. No reason at all. No reason, for instance, that would involve the damningly pretty girl currently heading around the exterior of the building with a few Durasts in tow.

Zoya ducks out of sight before she can be spotted, muttering a few self-inflicted curses all the while. She’s better than this, better than a blushing schoolgirl, but she’s noticed that if she doesn’t give Y/N L/N some space, it’s worse for all involved. Zoya may have built up her pride so tall that no insult can get in, but not all people are like that.

Still, what seems able to get past Zoya’s seemingly impenetrable walls are her feelings for the aforementioned girl. Zoya always dreamed that she’d marry no one other than her gifts, or if required, some powerful Grisha who could provide her with exactly what she wanted. She certainly did not count on the shy, stammering girl who accidentally discovered that the key to Zoya’s heart is a bashful smile quickly coupled with a gaze firmly lowered to the ground.

It’s insufferable, but so is Zoya’s crush. As she watches, Y/N bids her friends a quiet goodbye before slipping further off into the woods surrounding the Little Palace. Zoya follows a distance behind, unable to stop herself. Y/N has a gift, after all, more than just her Grisha abilities: her gift for song.

Zoya leans against the back of a tree, allowing her eyes to close. Soon enough, Y/N’s voice drifts over the tops of the trees, wending its way through Zoya’s spirits like a ribbon through carefully curled hair. She doesn’t know how a siren’s voice came to live inside Y/N’s throat, but she certainly doesn’t mind it.

The sound of footsteps approaches from another corner of the grounds, causing Y/N’s singing to shut off as quickly as a tap. Zoya, too, straightens. She refuses to be caught here, listening to her lover like a poet’s favored creation. She’s a little too late, though- just as Zoya darts back towards the Little Palace, she risks a glance over her shoulder, and realizes that Y/N is looking at her. A soft smile appears on the other girl’s lips, as fast and fleeting as the beat of a dove’s wings.

Then she’s gone, lost in the thickets of leaves. It doesn’t matter, though, the damage is done. Saints, Zoya is smitten. For once, though, she’s not sure that she minds.

grishaverse tag list: @rogueanschel, @deadreaderssociety, @cameronsails, @mxltifxnd0m, @story-scribbler, @retvenkos, @thatfangirl42, @amortensie

#zoya #zoya imagines #zoya x reader #zoya oneshot #zoya drabble #zoya nazyalensky #zoya nazyalensky imagines #zoya nazyalensky x reader #zoya nazyalensky oneshot #zoya nazalensky drabble #grishaverse #grishaverse imagines #grishaverse x reader #grishaverse oneshot #grishaverse drabble #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagines #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone oneshot #shadow and bone drabble #grishaverse zoya #grishaverse zoya imagines #grishaverse zoya x reader #grishaverse zoya oneshot #grishaverse zoya drabble

[blacksdale]

best mistake

a crappy zoyalai drabble for @storm-dog-pirate

sh: zoyalai college au want one?

“Lantsov,” Nikolai heard, along with the pounding of a fist on his apartment door. “Open up NOW or I swear-”

He opened his door and tilted his head down to find an angry Zoya, arms crossed, glaring at him from behind her glasses. He was glad to see her, of course. He just wasn’t glad she came to see him like this.

He rubbed his temples, trying to will his headache to go away. “Lovely to see you as well, Nazyalensky.”

She stomped past him into his apartment, throwing her bag on a chair and turning back toward him in an angry huff. She walked back across the apartment to stand across from him, lifting her head so she could look him in the eye. “Lantsov, what the hell?” She shouted. Shit.

He knew that he had done something, of course. He just didn't know exactly what. Last night was pretty much a blur. He and his friend had gone back to his apartment after exams, the stress overtaking them. There was no party thrown; his apartment was fairly clean save for the magazines strewn on the table and his kitchen counter littered with junk food. But he and Dominik had sat on the couch and shared a few too many bottles of brandy, rambling on about things he could no longer remember.

He could not tell if Zoya was mixing his thoughts or clearing them, but he did know she would not leave until she had an explanation for…whatever he had done.

He looked back at her again, smiling even though it hurt him. “I don't know what you mean, Nazyalensky,” he replied, his voice sounding a lot wearier than he would've liked.

“Oh Saints,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, “for fucks sake.” She reached into her pocket and took out her phone, angrily pressing in the password and hitting play on what he realised was a voicemail.

A voice mail that he had apparently sent.

“Zoya,” the voice–his voice–said, “I hope it's okay that I called you that. I know I don't use your first name but–you know what I'm gonna call you Zoya because it's your name and it's pretty. Like you. You're pretty. And smart. Even if you're mean.” The voicemail paused for him to giggle for a few seconds. “But,” he continued, still giggling, “I like it when you're mean. It's adorable. And I especially love when you're mean and the person isn't expecting it. Because they get a look on their face of shock, and then you smile.” he stopped laughing then, and he began to sound wistful. “I love it when you smile. And I love you, even though you make fun of me a shit ton. Well, I like you, technically. That's what I was going to tell you. I wouldn't say I love you first because that's too much, and I can't be scaring you off before I have you. But I guess so. I love your face. And you. You're perfect, Zoya. But I would still love you even if you weren't perfect. But I just,” he paused again, “wanted you to know. For future reference. I love you.”

The phone went silent.

Zoya crossed her arms, blue eyes piercing through him yet again. “So,” she accused, “we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialled me to tell me you love me?”

He stared at her again. He hadn’t meant to tell her, not like this. He had planned to actually take her out and be in a relationship, first of all. He had hoped that he would know she loved him too. He would have told her quietly, so only she could hear it because they would be the only two that needed to know. And instead, he had ruined it by doing something stupid out of stress from his exams.

Nikolai had so much to say most of the time, but he had no idea what to say to Zoya now. He blinked, trying to keep the headache from messing with his thoughts. “I guess,” he told her, “that’s what happened.”

She looked at him again, the anger in her eyes now mixed with confusion and what could have possibly been hurt. Oh, what had he done?

“It’s true,” he blurted out. “There you have it.” He threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “I’m sorry. You probably hate me now even more than you already did. You can leave now if you want. Just please don’t let people know.” He pleaded at her with big eyes, hoping just this once she wouldn’t be cold to him.

Zoya walked up to him from across the room, standing so they were only two inches apart. She looked up at him, the anger gone from her eyes as she moved her hand to cup his cheek, calming his racing thoughts. She stood on her tiptoes then, and she kissed him softly. Nikolai couldn’t understand why, for the hell of it, but oh thank the Saints, she didn’t hate him. He brought a hand to hold her by the waist, pulling her closer to him.

She pulled away a minute later, lifting a hand to push a stray hair back from his forehead. “You’re still gonna have to take me out on a date, you know?” She laughed, her smile lighting up his whole morning.

He kissed her cheek, smiling stupid, before leaving her and going to make himself a coffee. “I know.”

#userhannas #mine #mine.fic #i have no idea what was happening when i wrote this #so i apologise #zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #the grisha trilogy #nikolai duology #grishaverse #m: fic #tgtfic #kosfic #gvfic #am tag #userwidd #tricewithasee #writeremma #usersultanah #tuserjules #usersnate #userharry #usersisha #useradhithi #useramma #fic: zoyalai

[dregstrash]

hi! if it isn’t too much of an inconvenience, could you please write a zoyalai fanfic inspired by Come What May from Moulin Rouge? 😔💙 thank you so much!

This is a super quick little drabble cause I finished a book and have a lot of feels about it and just thinking about feelings.

Never knew I could feel like this Like I've never seen the sky before

It was in the stillness.

The utter stillness.

The spaces between raindrops.

The breath between lightning strikes before the deep growl of thunder. 

It was a single pin drop moment when all the world was frozen and Nikolai felt the weight of a thousand decisions on his tongue.

He felt the eyes of hundreds at prickle at the back of his neck. Like small needles trying to get under his skin and pull his soul out. The priest looked at him expectantly, and Nikolai could feel the rhythm of his heart. It hadn’t stopped racing since he was being ushered into his most formal--and most uncomfortable--ceremonial suit. This day was long coming and he still could hardly believe it. 

Today was the day.

He was getting married and as he turned to his soon to be bride, he couldn’t help but grin like the fool he was as blue eyes met his in expectation.

“Having second thoughts, Lantsov?” Zoya whispered derisively. It was a tone that he had come to love, and on any other day he would have risen to the challenge of her tone. But not today. 

“I perish the thought, Nazyalensky.” He turned to the priest and raised his voice to the rest of the church, “I, sovereign of Ravka, Nikolai Lantsov, take General Nazyalensky as my wife, To fight by my side, to rule with, and to cherish. I proclaim this in front of all these witnesses and in the gaze of all the saints.”

Though his voice was addressing the priest and the crowd of onlookers, he kept his gaze steadily on Zoya’s and felt each vow tattooing itself against his heart. Forever for him to gladly keep. 

“And now, by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you, man and wife, king and queen of Ravka.”

Distantly, NIkolai heard the cheers of the church. All he could focus on was the smirk playing on Zoya’s lips and the twinkle in her eyes as she met her lips with his. 

And Nikolai knew that the world would continue to spin, to move, to go to shit, but for one moment everything was still. 

He heard the rain start to fall against the church roof, he felt the shaking of thunder in the air, he felt the breath back up against his lungs.

It was in the stillness that he tasted perfection, and he smiled into their kiss as he thought of the thousand more still moments they had to look forward to.

#zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #nikolai x zoya #king of scars #kos