A shot of zoyalai fluff below for anyone who needs it! They are my comfort on shitty days and also we are at the point of creating our own comfort content but leaving this here so it may raise someone's spirits other than my own 🙏
"You're late," she notes.
"The seas were rough, my queen."
Her back is turned to him, the dark waves of her hair swept up into an elegant bun with (really, she does this on purpose) a deep blue velvet ribbon. She is picturesque- not a thing out of place, and as a man who's been at sea for the last three weeks he'll admit the predominant desire in him is to change that. He walks across the room to her, Zoya turning at the sound of his footfalls. "No apologies?"
He drops to the floor on one knee, taking her hand and pressing it to his lips with a stupid amount of theatrical display. "I am sorry, Your Highness.
"Stand," she says dismissively. "Not what I meant."
"And what might it be that you meant, my dear?" Nikolai asks as he rises.
She smiles, or there is the hint of a smile on her face-- and then she kisses him. They do not make him forget his name, these kisses of hers-- it is more that he remembers himself for the first time, that when he is holding her he is the truest version of himself he has ever known. "I meant," she murmurs against his jaw. "Show me."
He does, of course, with pleasure-- and he make sure that saints forsaken ribbon is the first thing to hit the floor.
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Part of the Job
Pairing: Zoya Nazyalensky x reader x Nikolai Lantsov
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: It’s an unknown part of the job...
Y/F/F is your favorite food
It was an unknown side to the job: the duties of the Princess Consort, but they were duties you took on happily. The public thought that a consort’s job was to look pretty, to appear on the monarch’s arm at state functions and to warm their bed. And while you certainly did those things, you also saw to trade agreements, foreign relations, as well as managing the Queen’s household. So despite what your people thought, your days were far from lounging on a divan waiting for either of your lovers to call on you.
It had certainly been an adjustment, going from a lady-in-waiting to a member of the royal household, but you thought you managed it fairly well. That is, until a shipment of Zemini wheat got lost at sea, the Shu were angry about one of their temples being disrespected, and 5 members of the Queen’s staff had quit in one day. You’d thought you could manage, but you soon found yourself drowning in your work, completely overwhelmed and exhausted.
Nikolai found you asleep at your desk, the latest report from the Shu temple in Tsemna crinkled under your cheek. “Wake up, honey,” he said gently, shaking your shoulder. “Zoya’ll have my head if I let you keep working yourself this hard.” You blinked blearily as you lifted your head, the Prince laughing at the faint ink smudges on your cheek. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you back to our rooms. We’ll draw you a bath and help you relax.”
“But the Zemini,” you weakly protested. “And the Shu. And what about Zoya’s staff? Kolya, I can’t leave now, I ha-” “Shhh, darling, shh. I’ll have Pavel look those over. Right now, you need a warm bath, a hot meal, and a good night’s rest. I heard the kitchen’s making Y/F/F tonight.” It was a pleasant thought, and you let your lover lead you to your rooms, where Zoya was already waiting.
“There she is,” the Queen said softly, opening her arms for you. You tumbled into her embrace, sighing as she wound her arms around you, kissing your forehead, while her husband disappeared into the bathroom to draw a bath. “Is my beautiful girl tired?” “Hmm, missed you,” was your reply, and Zoya smiled, running her hand up and down your back. “I missed you too, malyshka. Nikolai and I both did.”
The Prince seemed to appear at the mention of his name, beckoning you and Zoya into the bathroom. The tub, which was large enough to fit all three of you, was filled with steaming water and topped with rose petals, and you felt your muscles begin to relax as the Queen undressed you. Zoya helped lower you into the water, your head resting on the porcelain lip once you were submerged.
Your lovers allowed you to soak for a few minutes before Nikolai lathered a washcloth and began washing you, while Zoya gently sat you up and began massaging your stiff neck and shoulders. You groaned when she dug into a particularly sore spot, your head lolling forward. Zoya then wetted your hair and washed and conditioned it, her touch nearly lulling you to sleep. But Nikolai kept you awake with kisses pressed to your skin, whispers of how much he loved you and how beautiful you were.
When you were clean, the Prince toweled you off while the Queen pulled your pajamas on, finishing with a kiss to your lips. Upon your exit of the bathroom, a tray was resting on the coffee table, and sure enough, it was Y/F/F. The three of you ate in comfortable silence, and when you nodded off against Nikolai’s shoulder, you moved to the bed. Zoya laid with you cradled against her chest, Nikolai spooning you from behind. “Take your workload down a bit, love,” Zoya said, stroking your hair. “Or I’ll decree that the Princess Consort must sit with her feet up all day, every day.”
You laughed, kissing her collarbone. “You would, wouldn’t you?” “To make sure you’re getting enough rest? Absolutely.” “We love you so much, Y/N,” Nikolai said, gliding his hand down your side. “I love you too. Both of you.” Zoya smiled, kissing your brow. “Sleep, my love. Don’t even think about work.” And as you drifted off, Zemini wheat, Shu temples, and the Queen’s staff were the farthest things from your mind.
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