#grishaverse zoya oneshot

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hey :)

i really like your blog and i was wondering if you could do a zoya x fem!reader where like zoya saves reader from a mission gone wrong when they were younger and ever since then y/n is zoya's biggest fan, she's always complimenting zoya and blushing in her presence and giving her little gifts made by hand... zoya finds all of this incredible irritating and she's always ignoing her presence in a very zoya nazyalensky way, untill one day she finds y/n crying and bleeding and feels like she could quite literally murder half the little palace, with the iconic "who did this to you" and a veeeeery protective and touchy (like, making sure reader is always close enough) zoya, please <3333

who wouldn't be zoya's biggest fan tbh

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Zoya Nazyalensky is not alone.

She’s known it for a while, actually. Her mornings start mostly the same way, anyway, so at this point, she’s got nothing to worry about. Besides, her idea of personal space in the Little Palace was mostly just an illusion. No matter where she goes, Zoya will never be fully unattended. 

It used to bother her. Still does, actually. Zoya is not a girl nor a god, just a soldier. She’d like the others to recognize that, but until then, too many people will still follow her around to figure out what to do next. Sometimes they’re looking for tips on how to master their grasp of the Small Science. Other times, they’re clamoring for an amplifier or some other way of achieving great power.

Right now, though, Zoya’s little stalker isn’t after any sort of violence or conquest. Zoya allows the sensation of eyes on her back to trouble her for a few minutes longer, then sighs, pushes in her chair, and poses a question to the bookcase right behind her.

“Is there something you need, or are you just going to stand there all morning?”

There’s a brief silence, just long enough for Zoya to wonder if she was wrong and she’s well and truly lost it after all this time. Then, the bookcase starts giggling back at her.

“Sorry, sorry! I got distracted. Coming out now.”

There’s a rustling sound, and then a girl appears out of the shadows of the library. She’s beaming at Zoya like she’s all of the Saints trapped in one physical form, and Zoya fights the urge to groan.

“I got you something,” the girl announces, and holds out something for Zoya’s inspection.

Zoya peers at the green stem, the mass of bright petals, and belatedly realizes what it is. A wilting wildflower, probably freshly caught this morning. Saints, and she was just starting to think that maybe this little ordeal could end.

Zoya stares at the girl; the girl stares back at Zoya. Tired eyes meet wide ones. Zoya waits, and when it’s made abundantly clear that the girl won’t be going anywhere unless Zoya accepts her offering, she bites back a scream of irritation and plucks the flower from the girl’s hand.

“Thank you,” she manages.

The girl’s smile broadens, if that was even possible at all. “Of course!” She chirps, and disappears back into the shelves once more.

Not willing to take the risk that the girl could still be watching her from some crack or crevice of the shelves again, Zoya grabs her things and puts them in a small bag, heading out of the dark library and into the bright sunshine. She’s about to shove the accursed flower into the bottom of her bag, where the petals can rip and tear to their heart’s content, when someone interrupts her. Not an admirer, this time. A friend, and one Zoya is glad to see.

“If you’re not going to appreciate that wildflower, can I have it?”

Zoya glances over at the approaching Genya Safin, one eyebrow raised in disdain. “You want this?”

Genya laughs. “Some of us would be happy to receive flowers, you know. You’re treating that thing like it has a death wish.”

“I think it does,” Zoya harrumphs, “or its giver does, at least.”

Genya presses her fingers to her lips, trying to hide another laugh. “Can I guess that you’ve been visited by Y/N L/N again?”

“Who else?” Zoya groans.

Who else indeed. Genya knows what Zoya knows, what the rest of them at the Little Palace know, for that matter:  Y/N L/N is absolutely obsessed with Zoya. It’s not Zoya’s fault, not really. It started a long time ago, back before Zoya knew better.

Zoya had been minding her own business on a scheduled trip outside the walls of Os Alta when she’d stumbled upon a girl getting attacked by a band of thieves. Zoya could sense strange currents in the air, and realized that the girl was Grisha, which was likely why she was set upon by thugs. Zoya had quickly handled the situation, sending the thieves rocketing through the air to connect with a brick wall with enough force to knock them unconscious.

When she’d checked to see if the girl was relatively unharmed, though, Zoya had been confused to notice the beaming smile on her face. For someone who’d suffered a few blows, the girl was way too thrilled to care about her injuries in the slightest. The only thing on the girl’s mind was Zoya, her rescuer.

Zoya had brushed the whole matter aside. Things like this happen all the time; Grisha who’ve had to hide their gifts to blend in at home often fixate on the first powerful Grisha they see. It certainly didn’t hurt that Zoya had saved the girl’s life. Most likely, the whole thing would blow over once the girl stayed at the Little Palace a little longer, got some more experience under her belt, and learned to fear Zoya just like all the other Grisha.

The girl Zoya had saved was Y/N, though, and that moment of peace Zoya anticipated never came. Instead, Y/N started following Zoya around, pestering her with insignificant questions and presenting her with random gifts like the wildflower from this morning. Zoya couldn’t practice her gifts without Y/N falling over herself to compliment something asinine like Zoya’s precision or form.

It was ridiculous, that much was certain. Zoya’s certain that the other Grisha talk about it behind her back, how Zoya’s managed to get a cult following of one by pure accident. Zoya would like it to stop, but no matter how many times she’s tried to avoid Y/N or discourage her from spending so much time around Zoya, nothing has ever worked. Y/N’s idolatry remains just as strong as ever.

Genya has heard a great deal of Zoya’s griping on the matter, which is why she’s able to grin as she twirls the wildflower between her fingers. “You know, you’re going to have to accept this at some point. Y/N’s not going away any time soon. You might as well just learn to live with the attention.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Zoya says, chin jutted up, and she most certainly does have something to say about it.

Genya just smiles to herself, as if she knows something Zoya doesn’t. As if she could understand a fraction of Zoya’s indignation on the matter. No one does, that’s why Y/N hasn’t yet learned to just stay away. It’s insufferable, but, much like Genya has threatened, it is starting to seem like something Zoya must adapt to instead of forcing aside.

It does seem like an immovable fact of Zoya’s life. Y/N shows up most mornings with a saccharine word or petty offering, disappearing as quickly as she appears. No matter what, she’s always there.

Until, one morning, she isn’t. Zoya notices the girl’s absence immediately. She didn’t think she would, but– well, maybe it’s just because she’s so glad to be alone at last. Yes, that must be it. That, and no other reason.

Zoya goes about her business as per usual, but Y/N still fails to show. Not only that, but Zoya’s starting to attract stares. People are whispering on the edges of Zoya’s consciousness, just loud enough that she can’t help but notice.

Zoya runs into Genya again, and she can’t help but ask what all the fuss is about. Genya looks at her, surprised, and says that she would have thought Zoya would have heard about it. You know, the morning’s incident.

Y/N’s face pops into Zoya’s face unbidden, but she manages to tamp down the memory before it can cause her too much trouble. “What do you mean, the morning’s incident? What happened?”

Genya shrugs liberally. “Just some nonsense in some of the Grisha quarters. One of those roving gangs of mean girls– you know the ones, we all do– they decided to pull a prank on one of the other Grisha. It was something stupid like collapsing her bed while she was sleeping or something so she’d wake up in the middle of the night. Only problem was, the girl was annoyed, obviously, and the girls said they felt threatened and they attacked her.”

“Saints,” Zoya said, “what kind of nonsense is that? They should all know better than to pull a stunt like that. I can’t believe no one told me until now.”

Genya offers up a wry grin. “Probably because they were afraid you’d punish the lot of them. As you should, by the way. I am surprised you didn’t get word of it, though. It involved your little follower.”

Zoya stops walking abruptly, feeling her blood course like ice through her veins. “Was Y/N hurt?” Then, “Who were her attackers, exactly?”

The wrath of Zoya Nazyalensky is something that not even the bravest amongst the Grisha would trigger upon fear of death. The look in her eyes is something murderous indeed, and as Zoya draws near her targets, Grisha are quite literally leaping out of the way so as to not attract her indignation for even a moment.

Zoya’s work is also precise. She does what she wants when she wants. And, when she wants to cause pain, she can do that with great capability. The girls who hurt Y/N– well, they won’t be trying anything like that ever again, and not just because they’ll be under the care of the Little Palace Healers for at least a week.

It feels good. Shouldn’t, because Zoya is far more skilled than them and it barely took any of her energy to beat them, but it does. Something loud in her chest is roaring its approval. With that taken care of, Zoya turns to the next task on her list:  namely, making sure that Y/N L/N is alright after all.

Zoya finds her easily enough. The girl has a few favorite spots on the grounds of the Little Palace, one of them in the shade of an apple tree farther away from the main buildings. Zoya finds Y/N there, but judging by the unsurprised look on the girl’s face when Zoya stops in front of her, she was expected.

Zoya eyes her gingerly. “Are you hurt?”

“Not too badly,” Y/N says. “Mainly just my pride.”

Zoya smirks. “Trust me, they’re far worse off. In body and in pride.”

A pause. The wind whistles through the branches of the tree above, and it’s funny, Y/N’s never had a problem in coming up with random things to say, but they’re absolutely silent now.

Then:  “Why would you do that?” Y/N asks softly. So softly that Zoya almost doesn’t hear, except she does. She hears everything.

Zoya blinks in surprise. “What do you mean?”

Y/N’s laugh is jaded. It actually hurts Zoya to hear it; the thought that Y/N, sunny, cheerful Y/N, could harbor that much pain in her is unnatural. “I’m not blind, Zoya. I know you don’t like me. I know I vex you and whatnot, I know I’m overwhelming in my hero worship or whatever. I see that when you look at me. I pretend otherwise, but– I know. No one expected you to save me, not again.”

Zoya feels as if she has been struck by a clap of lightning. Thunder booms in her temples, drowning out any sort of reasonable thought. “You thought I hated you?”

Y/N gives her a very watery glare. “You were never happier than when I was out of your sight. The impression was solid.”

Zoya runs a hand through her already unruly hair. “I didn’t– I mean, I did, but– Saints, Y/N, I don’t anymore.”

As she says it, she realizes it’s true. Zoya does not hate Y/N L/N in the slightest. In fact, the very moment that she found out Y/N had been hurt, her entire system shut down with the only goal to get revenge. It’s like protecting Y/N is supposed to come first before everything. It’s like how it was when Zoya saved Y/N’s life the first time around.

When she looks back at Y/N, she realizes Y/N is smiling. A real smile, too, not like the polite one she’d forced when Zoya told her that she’d handled the other girls. “And how long did it take you to admit that?”

“Not that long,” Zoya says, feeling the odd urge to blush. It’s an odd emotion for her to feel, and she swears that Y/N picks up on it, because her smile broadens even more.

“Alright, then,” Y/N says, “Are you going to help me up? I’m sure I’m still injured.”

Zoya manages a smile, extending a hand which Y/N takes. For a moment after she stands, Y/N remains there still, fingers interlocked with Zoya’s, smiling with that same warmth in her eyes. Zoya doesn’t want the moment to end; it does anyway, time has never been her friend nor that of anyone else, but it’s better afterwards somehow. It belongs to her, these memories, everything she does from here on out, and Zoya has an idea that she’d like to change quite a few things indeed. Perhaps she’ll start with never letting go.

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May I have this dance? {Zoya Nazyalensy}

Pairing: Zoya x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is not feeling well. Everything seems grey and overwhelming and she can't take it anymore, but she keeps hiding in corners and faking smiles so no one notices it. But Zoya notices. She always do.

Note: hi!!! this isn't a request, it's just something i had in mind and finally decided to write, but i'm already working on the requests that were sent! i hope you guys like it <3

You were tired. You had started your day early, slipping into your blue kefta and leaving your room to train along with the other Squallers. You followed your routine quietly and without talking to anyone, but your collegues didn't really care, after all, it was y/n and she was always quiet, your shy personality being well known in the Little Palace.

During lunch, you ate fast and silently, being done and out of the room before most of the grisha even arrived. You didn't want to risk running into Genya, the closest thing to a friend you had here, because you knew the Tailor would know something's wrong.

The afternoon was filled with more training, since studying was your way of occupying your mind. You always were a brilliant student, being fluent in multiple languages and one of the best Etherealki in the Little Palace, and you took refuge on those terms. It was easy for you, simple, and that was all you needed right now.

But you were pushing yourself too much lately, trying to occupy your thoughts all the time so you wouldn't think about all the things you couldn't control, and that came with a price. When the night came, you had a massive headache and sore limbs, so you decided to skip dinner and head straight to your room.

It wasn't really a problem, no one would notice your absence the same way no one noticed the many times your eyes filled with tears during the day. You didn't really care about the lack of friends in your life, it was just another one of the things you were terrible at: connecting with people. There was nothing to be done, just accept it, but it still hurt when you thought that nobody cared about you.

So you went to your room and took a long shower. With your hair still wet you put on a robe and sat by the mirror, staring blankly at your own empty eyes. You didn't know how things had gone this way, you used to be a happy kid - rosy cheeks, jumping around and smiling - but now you just feel sad and it's overwhelming.

Your mind seemed to never slow down, a hundred thoughts per minute, and sometimes you just couldn't breathe. Your chest tightening up, your hands shaking and tears streaming down your face. You were tired, hopeless and lonely, and it was killing you slowly.

With tears in your eyes, you just hung your head and cried, shoulders shaking with sobs, your hair falling around your face. You didn't know how long you stayed like this, only opening your eyes when you felt a hand on your back, stroking it lightly and letting you know that someone else was there.

Thinking it was Genya, you lift your head just to meet an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. Zoya Nazyalensky. Her hand immediately left you body and you tried to hide the surprise in your eyes, but knew it was pointless, Zoya was always able to know exactly what you were thinking, and by the look on her face, she still could.

You had been in the Little Palace for only two weeks when Zoya arrived. You actually saw her, dressed in golden and with dirt on her face, and felt a strange pull towards that little girl looking back at someone you couldn't see. And, lucky for you, she saw you too. It was the first time those blue eyes landed on you, and you felt safe under her watch, comfortable.

So, when one of the older grisha knocked on your door later and asked if you could give the new Squaller a tour, you nodded happily before jumping out of bed, smilling at the girl who eyed you skeptically. You didn't know why they were asking you of all people to help her, you could barely find your own way to your classes, but you wouldn't complain, being curious about the blue-eyed girl the whole day.

For the 9 years old you, being the girl they picked to show Zoya around was destiny, something magic and irreversible. Now, you think it was because the older Squaller saw the possibility of you two being friends since you both arrived at the same time and were the same age. That way you could help each other with the Small Science and develop your studies together.

However, everything was still magic when you were a kid, and you decided in that moment that Zoya was meant to be your friend. You talked a lot while showing her all of the Little Palace and, even though she wouldn't answer all of your questions and kept staring at you with cold eyes, you just smiled, and that seemed to surprise her for only a second before she averted her eyes.

It wasn't easy, but Zoya eventually gave up the cold stares and let you follow her around, rolling her eyes at you excited chattering, but answering anyway and even smilling at you sometimes, when no one was watching, and that was more than enough for you. The two of you were together constantly, and after about a year of this strange relationship, Zoya finally called you a friend.

She wasn't as open as you are, but she would confide you some of her secrets. Zoya didn't like to be seen as weak, and she made sure everybody in the Little Palace knew how powerfull she was, but when she was afraid of her past and scared of being alone, she would hold your hand. She didn't need to say anything and neither did you, your presence being enough to bring her comfort. The lack of words also made her feel like she was still in control, like that simple exchange was nothing, and you were fine with that. You were fine with her.

The years passed and you grew. Zoya was the most beautiful person you've ever met, and also the scariest, but you knew better than to be pushed away by her scowl and harsh words. You didn't mind being in the receiving end of it because you knew she didn't mean to be mean, at least not with you, and she was grateful for that.

However, somewhere about 5 months past you 15 birthday, things changed completely. Zoya started to shut you down. She wouldn't go to your room anymore, and she never started conversations. She listened impatiently when you came to her, and tended to interrumpt you saying she had somewhere else to be. No more holding hands, no more smiles, no more chattering. She was getting more distant every day, and you found yourself helpless. There was nothing to be done, and you had to watch her go and become a stranger to you.

So, to say you were surprised she was staring at you right now was an understatement. You got up quickly, tightening your robe around your body and staring at her with the calmest expression you could.

- Uhm... Hi. - you said simply, pretending your eyes weren't red and puffy and hoping she would do the same. - Do you need something?

- I came to talk to you. - she said. No greeting, her eyes no longer in yours. You just sighed. It was probably for the best.

- About what? - you asked, running a hand through you hair, beggining to worry. - Did I do something wrong? Am I missing something in my classes?

She laughed dryly and you arched your brows, confused. You didn't know what else could be the topic of this conversation. Of course, you knew Zoya was close to The Darkling, but he already had the best Squaller with him, there was no reason for him to come to you.

- No, Y/N, you didn't do anything wrong. - she replied honestly, increasing you confusion. Reluctantly, she continued. - I was worried.

- About what? - you repeated, your brain apparently malfunctioning due to her presence. - Is it something I can help?

She sighed, taking a step in your direction. She lift her hand and it looked like she was reaching for yours, but she just tossed her hair over her shoulders, closing her eyes for a second before staring directly at you.

- About you. - she said simply, as if it was nothing, but you could see how tiff her body was.

It was your time to chuckle humorlessly.

- About me? - you arched your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, the anguish in your heart slowly being replaced with anger. - Funny. Where was this worry for the past two years, Zoya?

- Y/N, please... - she started, but you interrupt, not being able to contain yourself.

- No, I'm curious. Where was this worry when you just vanished from my life? When you decided that our friendship wasn't worth the effort anymore? When you walked away without even giving me am explanation? - you nearly screamed, tears treatening to leave your eyes. - You didn't worry back then. So why would you now?

- It's not like this. - Zoya said firmly, her cold expression giving place to an almost hurt look. - I didn't... I never said our friendship wasn't worth it.

- You didn't need to say it when you left me for no reason. - your voice mas trembeling, but you just could't stop yourself from saying what was stuck inside your heart for so long, tears already streaming down your face. - You were everything I had. My only friend, the only one I trusted in this place... Saints, you were family to me. When you started to act like I didn't exist, I felt my heart break in ways I didn't even know were possible. I loved you so much, Zoya, I would've done anything for you, but you just left me.

- I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. - she started again and for the first time in almost two years, you saw her armor fall at least a little bit. She sighed deeply and all you could see in her eyes was the 10 years old girl who was once your best friend. It was enough to make your heart ache for her, to make you listen. - I also never wanted to leave. You were the only person in this whole place who made me feel comfortable and loved. You weren't trying to change me, to find the adorable girl beneath my cold exterior. You didn't wanna be the one to tame me, you just wanted to be with me and love me despite all my flaws. You were truthfull and kind and loving and sweet, never asking for too much and yet so ready to give me everything. I loved you more than anything.

You were at a loss of words. You've spent so many time wondering what have gone wrong, repeating every interaction you both had in your head just so you could try to understand what you've done to make her go away, and now you were just so confused. If she loved you so much, why did she left?

- Then what went wrong? - your voice was almost a whisper when you spoke, almost dissapearing in the already quiet room. - Why did you left?

- Because that was exactly the problem. - the words left her mouth with so much sadness that all you wanted to do was hold her, but you just stood there, watching her. - I loved you so much, Y/N, I would do anything for you and I had never felt that way before. It was new and it was terrifying. You were gentle and sweet and I was not. I just... I wasn't the girl for you, I couldn't be what you needed and the idea of you realizing that and leaving me was haunting me. I was scared and i decided to leave before I get left. I was so terrified of losing you that I ruined everything we had by myself, and I'm sorry.

- You should have talked to me. - you said, your anger starting to built. - It's not up to you to decide what I need or what's good enough for me.

- I know that, I just... I was scared, Y/N, and I was a coward. Saints, I still am. - she said sheepishly. - It was selfish and wrong, but it was easier for me to walk away from the situation with some sort of control. And after that, I watched as your faded away in the crowd. You used to be so bright and I barely saw you smile anymore, and I knew it was my fault. I was too embarassed to come after you after being a jerk, and that's on me too. I should've been a better friend. I should've been better for you, and I'm sorry.

She finished her sentence looking at the ground, and you were speechless. You could understand why she did what she did and, after all, the two of you were only fifteen when all of this happened, too young and with too many responsabilities. You just didn't understand why she decided to tell you all of this now.

- Look, Zoya, I get it. - you finally said after a few moments of silence. - You were young and scared and you ran. Yes, it was wrong and you should've just talked to me instead, but I don't want to hold a grudge over this. You hurt me and you said you're sorry, and it's ok. I just don't understand why you came to me now.

- I told you, I was worried. - she said simply, lifting her head so she could look you in the eyes. - I see you, Y/N. I never stopped looking after you, I was just doing it from a distance. And this past few weeks... I know something's going on. You don't have to talk to me or explain yourself and I know I don't deserve your trust after two years of nothing, but I just... I couldn't watch you suffer from afar anymore, even if it meant I had to face what I did and explain everything to you. I should've done it sooner, and I'm sorry, but I'm here now, for anything you need.

You looked at Zoya, the fearless and feared Zoya, standing in front of you with teary eyes, no armor, no secrets and no excuses. You were feeling so many thing at the same time that you didn't know where to begin, but you knew you missed her. Even with all the sadness, anger and betrayal you felt, you missed her more than everything.

- You're ridiculous, you know? - you said while tears streamed down your face, taking a step in her direction. - Ridiculous and prideful and really stupid, but I love you and I missed you, so I would really like if you just shut up and hugged me.

A little smile showed up in her face before she wrapped you in her arms, your head resting on her shoulder just like you always did when the two of you were younger. Your body still fit right into hers, it was familiar and warm, and for the first time in a long way, you felt like you belong. You weren't alone anymore.

- I missed holding you so much. - she whispered, her chin resting on the top of your head, one of her hands caressing your hair softly. - I'm sorry it took me so long to come back, I really am.

- You can stop apologizing now, but if you ever leave me again, I will summon lightning just to stop your heart. - you said, your voice muffled by her skin.

- Oh, sweetheart, I will never leave you again. And I won't stop apologizing either. In fact, I have a lot of ideas on how I can make it up to you. - she said and you knew she was smiling.

- I'm only interested in it if by that you meant a lot of candy. - you said, finally breaking the hug to look her in the eye again.

- I can definetely get you candy, but that's not what I had in mind. - she said, her eyes shining with excitement as she took a step back, taking your hand in hers. - May I have this dance, Y/N/N?

You couldn't help but smile. When the two of you were younger and couldn't attend the balls the older grisha were invited too, you used to stay in the hallway where you could listen to the music they were playing and ask Zoya at least a thousand times to dance with you. It warmed your heart that she remembered.

- There's no music. - you answered, but your arms were already wrapped in her neck.

- We don't need it. - she said, pulling you close by the waist and making you giggle.

- You're right. - your voice was soft and calm, the tears you cried early already in the past. - I have all I need right here.

Zoya blushed and you smiled as she twirled you around your room, your laugh being the only music the two of you listened to, and for that moment, you forgot all about your loneliness and your pain. You were filled with love and joy, and you knew it wouldn't last forever, but at least you weren't alone. Facing the bad things with someone by your side was easier, and when Zoya hugged your waist firmly and kissed your cheek, you couldn't think of a problem the two of you couldn't solve.

You were home now, and nothing would ruin that.

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Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling

Alina Starkov

Mal Oretsev

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Zoya Nazyalensky (coming)

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Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey

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Hi my bro, saw your Grishaverse one shot request post!! Would like a Nikolai x reader 😍😍 could you make it one where:

Reader and Nikolai have been friends for many years and it’s blossomed into romance (but neither admits it). Reader is a talented assassin, who works as Ravka’s spy. She gets captured by Fjerdan druskelle in an attempt to get info from her about Ravka’s weaknesses. Nikolai’s army brings her back, and he visits her while she’s recuperating :).

Thanks! And all the best in your writing!

Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!Reader

Ravka's Injured Spy

In which the king of Ravka's best "friend" is captured and he does all he can to help.

Author's Note: Hi! Dude, you had such a good request, I'm just a super slow writer. I've been wanting to write a Nikolai oneshot! Hopefully I can get him right. I also made the reader a Tidemaker, for a little flair. Slight spoilers for KoS and RoW! This ended up being a really long oneshot... Working on my other Kaz request, sorry it's taking so long. 😓

Water drips down from the ceiling. The drops fall on the ground in succession. Y/n counts the minutes as they pass, ticking them off mentally.

The Fjerdans caught her. A little too late, of course, but they didn't know that she knew. She knew the secret to the Fjerdan army. And the secret to Nikolai's lineage. It had always been a rumor but now she knew the truth.

She twitches her fingers, wishing that her bindings would allow her to still use her powers. The water droplets waver mid-air, but come no closer. She wasn't that skilled of a Tidemaker. She could do the basic things like everyone else, but she hadn't studied past that. Her skills lied in other things.

Her rattled breath comes out in cold clouds, hands shivering. Saints, what she would give to be an Inferi. The room grows warmer, like her Saints actually heard and answered her pleas.

The door is slammed open, the shilloute of a figure illuminated in a glowing rim light. Zoya Nazyalensky, the famed General of Ravka. She had come to save her. "Saints. You look terrible." Zoya announces. Y/n had never been happier to hear her harsh voice.

"It's nice to see you too Zoya." Y/n mumbles through her freezing lips.

Something like the ghost of a smile glimpses over Zoya's face before disappearing. "Let's get you out of here."

Nikolai slams his fists down on the table. "What do you mean she isn't healed?"

Genya shrinks back a little. She'd never heard Nikolai be so defensive before, but his best friend was injured. "I'm doing my best Nikolai. We have our most talented Healers with her." She steels her voice and the sound of it makes Nikolai calm down slightly.

"I'm sorry." He hesitates. "Can I visit her?"

Genya nods. "Zoya's with her right now in her room."

As Nikolai approaches, there's a shriek from the room. It's full of pain and agony and Nikolai's heart nearly stops in his tracks. He dashes toward the door, as fast as he can that still looks like a friendly thing. The door is shut and locked, but it only takes a few raps on the wood for someone to open the door.

Zoya steps out, clutching a hand to her chest. There's a faint glimmer of tears on her cheeks, something he wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't scouring her face for any sign that his "friend" was still alive.

Another yell pierces the silence and that's when Nikolai manages the courage to speak. "How is she?" He's unused to his voice being so weak and frail but without his partner- the one person who knew everything he told her and even the things he hadn't- Nikolai isn't sure if he has the power to stay strong.

Just like that, Zoya's facade of harsh strength plasters itself back onto her face. "She's still alive. They're trying their best, but she hasn't woken up yet." Zoya pauses, studying Nikolai's expression, like she's not sure how much more bad information he can bear. "They aren't sure if she'll make it much longer."

Nikolai freezes, blood running cold. With that final statement, Zoya walks off and Nikolai rushes in. With a cordial bow the Healers step away, going to grab more supplies or maybe for Nikolai's privacy.

He holds Y/n's limp hand with his own. Her expression looks so calm and peaceful, Nikolai would have expected she was sleeping, if not for the blood seeping through the bandages around her. There were too many injuries: stitches sealing the smaller cuts, thick bandage around her arms and legs.

"I'm sorry," is the first thing he says. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm sorry I sent you into danger, I'm sorry I couldn't-" his ramble breaks off into a sob. "I'm sorry I wasn't a good enough friend." It's the slightest bit of a lie; Y/n had never been just a friend to him, always a little more but not quite lovers. He hadn't had the confidence to tell her.

Y/n moves her fingers, stiffly, but still alive. "You don't have to be sorry." Her voice whispers. It's cracked and tired, but hers nonetheless. She blinks her eyes open and meets Nikolai's gaze. "It's my fault for being foolish." Nikolai doesn't know how to respond for once, so he doesn't.

That's when Y/n tells him the truth. Even when injured, she still serves Ravka, still serves her king. "You aren't the right heir to the throne."

"You don't need to tell me now. Rest first." Nikolai mumbles quietly.

Y/n shakes her head. "Let me finish. It doesn't matter if you aren't the rightful ruler."

"The people won't approve."

"Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn't matter to me. I will always care for you, whether you are the king of Ravka, Sturmhond the privateer, or just some person who history will forget. I will always care and I will always remember you."

Nikolai chuckles. "Well, you can't be the only one making dramatic speeches." Then his tone becomes more serious. "I will always be by your side as well. I know you are Grisha, and that means you will live longer, but as long as I am alive, know that I care." And I will love you from my grave, Nikolai wants to add, but doesn't. He wants to save his confession for when Y/n's healed.

#grishaverse #bookworm center #grishaverse oneshots #nikolai lanstov #nikolai x reader

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

birdieee hello hello how are you!! how's the writing going?

It's certainly going! My guilt for not updating my fics on ao3 grows, but I do have a finished oneshot of Salvatore meeting Venus for my Maria di Angelo daughter of Venus AU that I used to plan on posting as part of a series. I'm not really sure about that anymore, though, because I'm not good at committing to a piece of writing. I also have a finished oneshot of Zoya Nazyalensky and Harshaw from Shadow and Bone bonding the night before the big battle in Ruin and Rising, which I intend to post at one point but might rold dear for just a little longer in the hopes that I add new revisions.

I've also been writing OC works within the grishaverse (because already having an established world is just easier for me in my freetime), some caleb wittebane/evelyn clawthorne stuff, and most recently: some stuff after jane doe/penny lamb (from Ride the Cyclone) is reborn. Also some rtc stuff about Ricky missing Jane/Penny in the afterlife and bonding with Mischa over a love in the living.

how about you??

#i think i start something new every day #ok but seriously if you want to ask me about a fandom i've mentioned ask me about ride the cyclone #because there are like five members of this fandom istg #i am filled with emotions for these characters but only I understand them 😭 #bird likes to perch on the mailbox #my beloved besties #rtc jane doe #penny lamb #rtc #ride the cyclone #pjo #maria di angelo #daughter of venus maria di angelo au #zoya nazyalensky #harshaw #grishaverse #toh #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne

[millennialgrandma]

April Wrap Up

Hi. Hello. It's been a good long while since I've done one of these, hasn't it? You see...what happened was...the first quarter of the year was mildly stressy depressy lemon zesty and this, my preferred method of escapism, was an option left just out of reach. It's pretty fair to say I didn't really read or write anything these past few months. But April felt rejuvenating, and I have high hopes for May.

Things I Wrote

I've written a lot of words since December; unfortunately they've all been for work and therefore very analytical and boring. I did manage to write one little thing, and since I didn't do a January wrap up post I'm going to talk about it now (the best part of this plan is no one can stop me, etcetera etcetera). I was inspired by my sweet little demon love @jaxxartbox and wrote some retaliation violence by the name of I can't wait to see you again (dramione, E, 1.9k). Somebody please yell at me to write something, anything this month.

Things I Read

I know I read some very horny rare pairs in January, and then a random oneshot or two a month since then, but other than that I have been suffering. When I have the mental fortitude I'll go back through the open tabs on my phone so I can document what I actually read in the lemon zesty months. I did manage to finally break my book hangover in April (Song of Achilles fucking obliterated me in November and I took 4 full business months to recover). And it was all because I watched a couple hours of wesper edits and decided I needed to read about the two little gay boys in love. That's right, I purchased and read Leigh Bardugo's whole grishaverse for those two dummies. Came for the two little gay boy criminals in love, stayed for everyone else (I pledge allegiance to the crows and nikolai, only. ok and zoya, too)

Fiction:

Shadow and Bone - 81,345 words

Siege and Storm - 102,805 words

Ruin and Rising - 95,265 words

Six of Crows - 131,080 words

Crooked Kingdom - 156,310 words

King of Scars - 132,000

Rule of Wolves - 148,000

Nonfiction:

Fanfiction:

Complete: (approx.

I Can Teach You, But I Have To Charge by pastaslut (flexi, E, 4.1k)

Here There Be Monsters by flirtyfabrikator (zoyalai, E, 8.3k)

Demon in Chains by thegoldenkneazle (zoyalai, E, 3.3k)

Things I'm Reading (Heading into May)

I'm actually just hoping for anything at this point. I have so much dramione to catch up on, so many friends that have written things I haven't gotten around to yet, so many WIPs I need to dive back into. And I'll be so honest, I want to sink my teeth into some kanej fanfic, just survive on tea and angst sandwiches. I have a lot of flowers to plant - I could water them with my tears.

#wrangling the words #april wrap up #but really it's a first quarter ramble #of sorts #books i've read #apparently i'm writing?

[tj-wrote-things]

To The Next

Nikolai Lantsov x fabrikator!fem!reader

Two times you decide to stay, and one time you have no choice but to leave.

A/N: mega ouchie, my friends. Just so ya’ll know i havent read the Nikolai Duology, and im like 14 chapters into R&R. Teensie bit of an AU, we’re gonna pretend the Darkling didnt attack the palace until a few days after Nik’s birthday dinner shin-dig:)

Mostly fluff and some poorly(but also well) written angst :)

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14

Nikolai Lantsov was well accustomed to the serenity that came with life in Os Alta. What he wasn’t quite so accustomed to was the sound of your chittering laughter as he lay out in the sun, eyes closed against the orange sky, only a few paces from the edge of the lake. You giggled once more, holding out two bottles as you clamored around your forgotten purple kefta in the grass.

“Okay, now lean your head back, open your mouth, and keep your eyes shut.” Nikolai furrowed his brows, perfectly shaped, as always, and opened one eye at your words. 

“You’re not gonna kill me are you?” The fourteen year old boy glanced up to you, and felt his heart nearly stop. Eyes roving over your face, cased in golden light from the impending sunset, he masked his awe with his usual banter. “Has the jealousy caught up to you? You’ve come to take your revenge because my hair is softere than yours! I knew it!” You cackled as you crouched over his head.

“Shut up,” you laughed. “I don’t want it to go in your eyes, is all. I’d hate to ruin those lovely blue orbs.”

“They are quite nice, you’re right.” he conceded, and did as he was told. “Kindly refrain from poisoning me.” You smiled and poured both liquids in his mouth before he could protest.

He was quiet for just a moment, until a choked sound clawed its way out of his throat. Nikolai rushed to sit up, the concoction dribbling down his chin and onto his pristine shirt, staining the linen a muted orange. You hurriedly dropped the bottles and thumped him on the back, eyes growing in concern and apology.

“Nikolai, oh shit- You're alright?” Nikolai nodded, beating on his chest, smiling despite his watery eyes.

“Too much- Too much at once,” he rasped, and coughed once more. He straightened up and turned to you with a grin. “But, all saints, delicious! What was that?” You grinned, consoled by the fact you hadn't killed the younger prince.

“Sweetened jurda nectar and aged Kvas,” you said, taking a swig yourself. “My father would let me have it sometimes when I was young.” You took notice of an orange droplet, hanging just at the corner of Nikolai’s lips, baiting you to come a little closer.

You reached out without a second thought, and swiped your thumb across the stain, hurriedly sucking the substance off your finger, heart thudding and mind moving a mile a minute, as always.

Oh saints, I’ve done it now. You’re so screwed.

Nikolai sat still as a board as your calloused thumb ran over his lip, all too quickly in his own opinion. His eyes caught yours as you put your hand back into the cold grass, a welcome reprieve from the burning of your ears. He licked his lips, searching for just another drop of the sweet taste, or maybe, his brain argued, you’re searching for the feeling of her.

Suddenly, the towers of the Little Palace began to ring, signaling the call for all grisha to their tables for supper.

“Dinner,” you said softly, looking out into the distance, where the sun had begun to disappear over the horizon. “I should go back.”

Nikolai stilled his beating heart, and laid back into the grass. “Say’s who?”

“The general, Nikolai.”

He shrugged and tugged you down by your sleeve. “Who cares about the General” You collapsed with a small shriek and oomph next to him, giggling once more as you turned to face the darkening sky as he did. “I’d have you stay with me for a while.” He glanced at you, hoping to catch the glow of your face before the darkness took over. “Just until the night sets in.”

You stayed until dawn.

23

Dinners were always particularly difficult for you, as there was no empty corner for you to back into when you were overwhelmed, no sense of privacy, which was something you were hoping for that particular night. You were sitting, stiff as a board at the dinner table, unable to focus on anything but the boy sitting across from you. After all, it was no easy feat to look away from that damnably charming smile when it showed itself, usually after an unbearably vain joke, and especially when it was directed towards you. If fact, you were certain that every heartrender in the palace could hear the way your heart gave a stutter when Nikolai winked at you, or slung his arm around your shoulder, dragging you with him towards the fabrikator workshops.

Dragging. You knew that you would always go willingly, wherever he led you. Nikolai Lantsov could lead you by the hand to your death, and you would follow happily with a smile and a skip in your step, if only for the warm feeling that comes with gripping his palm in yours.

The man in question laughed boisterously at something his cousin had said, and turned to face you once more, with a smile that could only ever be described as contagious in the extreme. 

Nikolai looked at you with meaning in his eyes, trying desperately to send a message. Go on and laugh, he forced them to say. Laugh, please, and lift my heart out of its heavy slump. We both know that you’re the only one who can. He seemed to inflate when you let out a giggle, so small that he was certain only he who was searching for the tinkling sound could hear it. 

Sweet music, he thought. You are so screwed.

Nikolai’s father waved his hand in the air, and all overlapping conversation at the table came to a staggering halt, attention falling solely on the portly king, holding an egg. 

“Happy birthday, Nikolai,” he said curtly, ever the sovereign, never letting emotion past his bristly mustache. “May the saints bless you with good fortune.” He extended the egg to Nikolai, who accepted it with tender hands. 

Slowly, the top began to chip off, revealing a miniature version of Sturmhond’s ship, complete with confetti cannons and little red flag. You slid your hand into the folds of your kefta, gripping your own gift with slender fingers, and suddenly feeling the uneasiness of inadequacy creep down your throat as you swallowed a sip of wine.

Alina smiled from her place beside Nikolai and sent you a quick wink before she spoke up. “Y/N has something for you, Nikolai, don’t you, y/n?” You sent her a small scowl, but masked it when you saw Nikolai smile at you.

“Understandable that you’d want to repay the gift of my company with something of your own.” Nikolai smiled easily and extended a hand out to take the box from your own outstretched arm.

He made quick work of the ribbon tying the box shut and opened it to reveal a copper compass, about the size of his palm, if not a little smaller. He looked up at you with that smile, the delicate words engraved along the edge not gone unnoticed, and you winked before you spoke.

“It’s made of Zemini copper, responibly mined and shipped.”

Nikolai turned it over in his hand twice before smiling at you. “Stronger than any bullet.” You nodded.

“Open it.” He did. For a moment nothing happened, and you faltered, wondering if the contraption had malfunctioned. And in the next moment, hundreds of lights littered the ceiling of the hall like the diamonds strung across the Queen’s neck. Nikolai threw his head back with wide eyes and a glowing grin as he studied the little holographic lights.

“They’re the stars,” he whispered, once to himself, and again to the rest of the table. You nodded happily. 

“It’s calibrated with the calendar, so they’ll always reflect the sky over Os Alta, no matter the day.” You paused briefly. “A reminder of home, if ever you find yourself... lost.”

Nikolai could have died a happy man at that moment, to know that you had taken such care to build him something with your own hands, something meant to remind him of you, of home. Though, the night was far from over. It wasn’t until a few hours later, did Nikolai Lantsov know what it was to feel incandescent happiness. 

He’d strolled down to the lake, as he’d done, many nights, and taken a seat  down at the lake’s edge. 

Right beside you.

You didn’t turn to him, and he didn't turn to you, not for a few minutes. Until he took a breath and produced the compass from his coat pocket. He flipped it in his hand a few times, until the engraving faced the sky. 

In this life and the next

He read the words out breathlessly, and they nearly went unheard over the sounds of the night. You shifted to face him, faces so close it would only take a little push on either of your parts. His breath hit your cheek as his eyes roamed your face, committing every slope, freckle and scar to memory before licking his lips. 

“How terribly awkward would this be if you meant in terms of friendship.”

“What makes you so sure that I didn't?”

Nikolai cracked a smile, inching ever so close to you, eyes flicking between your lips and your gaze.

“I expect you would have shoved me into the lake by now.” He kissed you swiftly, finally, sweetly.

So sweet, you could almost taste the heavy flavour of honey from his evening tea lingering on his tongue, and so loving, he lowered you both to the grass slowly, and with purpose as he situated you on your sides, each with one hand cradling the other’s face, and one hand keeping you from collapsing.

You pulled away with a soft sigh, eyes closed and breathing heavy as Nikolai placed his forehead against your shoulder. After a moment, he turned his face into your neck and smirked. 

“I suppose you’ll be wanting to head back. Although, walking alone in the dark can’t be wise.” He kissed you softly underneath your ear, smiling only when he felt a shudder cross your shoulders. “After all, the field is no place for a young woman, especially at this hour.” You turned Nikolai’s face up to yours as you dipped your head and kissed him, slowly and deliberately, pulling at his bottom lip, and lightly scraping your nails through his hair.

“I suppose I could be persuaded to stay a while. Just until dawn.”

You stayed all night.

23

The heat of battle was sweltering, in more ways than one. The terrain was hot, yes, but so were the flashes of battle. The lightning fast bullets racing past every which way, causing the hearts of a thousand men to quiver in their chests.

Equally hot and suffocating was the fear, inwardly felt, but never shown. Fear of bullets striking where wounds cannot be healed, striking someone else, someone unquestionably dear.

The Lantsov King felt this crushing fear when he watched you tumble to the ground, clutching desperately at the tear in your stomach, gruesome and painful. He raced towards you yelling for a medic who could not hear over his shoulder, and hoisted you up.

He held you close and he scrambled for shelter, away from the cruel rainfall of bullets, one hand held along your face, and the other arm wrapped firmly around your waist, simultaneously holding you up and keeping pressure on the wound he feared may kill him as well as you. He took shelter behind a skiff, abandoned and barren, and set you down against it.

“You’re alright,” he said, catching his breath and keeping his hands on you, if only to make sure you hadn't passed out. “It’s not even that bad. Just a scratch,” he reassured you as your head slumped to the side. He set it straight once more. “Just a scratch.”

You inhaled slowly, and looked up at him, face caked in dust and blood, yours or someone else’s, you couldn't be sure. Your thoughts were beggining to swim, the only thing remaining solid was your husband’s face as he kept pressure on your stomach and yelled once more for a medic, who you knew would not come. A horrid couch drew itself from your throat, and with it an alarming spatter of blood.

Nikolai didnt see it land on his shirt, or bleed into the mass of red already staining his torso.

Bringing your hand over the one holding your wound, you breathed his name in a breathless rasp, once, twice, until he met your eyes.

“Tell me- Tell me about Os Kervo.” He’d built you a house there. For the both of you.

Nikolai shook his head. “It was a surprise,” he said softly, pulling you against him, for he had no need to see your face, not like this. He had long since memorized it, burned it against his heart and soul for all to see, and like a radio broadcast, it screamed, I love this woman. I dare you to try and take her from me.

He sat on the ground and kept you alive, hands holding your body together, while his words tended to your soul. “You’ll see it when I take you there.” He swallowed, tucking his chin over your shoulder, steadying his voice as it shook. “We’ll grow old together, you’ll see. You and me, seventy years old, and still gorgeous, watching the grandkids, and the dogs-”

You smiled, paying no heed to the coolness creeping into your fingers. “I seem to recall you promising me a cat, Lantsov.” The words began to blur, and your grip on his coat slackened. “You- You better- get one when I'm gone.” Nikolai shook his head and moved your hand back to its place on his shoulder, bringing his own back to your head, cradling it against him.

“Together,” he said firmy. “We’ll get one together, no matter how often the wretched thing gets fur on my clothes.”

Inhaling no longer came as easily as you laid your weight against Nikolai, your Nikolai.

You slurred into his shoulder. “Together,” you repeated with dimming eyes as your chest seized and stilled. “In this life, and the next.”

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ouchies:)

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #grishaverse #fanfiction #alina starkov #genya safin #fabrikator #heartrender #corporalnik #tailor #zoya nazyanelsky #mal oretsev #os alta #os kervo #ravka #noyvi zem #fem!reader #oneshot #headcannon

[my-beautiful-wylan]

Ketterdam University Pt 1

A Nikolai Lantsov fanfic

This is going to be the first in a series of modern au stories about the grishaverse characters! I'm also going to be running the official "Ketterdam University" school blog soon!

Nikolai Lantsov, typical rich boy and the most sought after guy in London strode into Ketterdam University for the first time since last may. It was the beginning of his Junior semester and he couldn’t be more thrilled to be back. Last summer was so boring that it was almost cruel. He had been stuck behind a desk all year, writing reports and answering phone calls for his family’s successful business. His parents owned the wealthiest company in the world, and because of that, Nikolai had grown up never wanting for anything. He was so spoiled that some people referred to him as a prince.

Of course, it was only ever as a compliment, since Nikolai Lantsov certainly didn’t make enemies. Sure, he wasn’t best friends with everyone, but he didn’t have time for that. He had to pick and choose which people he spent his precious time with, and this year, time was a luxury he could only dream of having.

Nikolai was in his third year at the most prestigious university in the world. Despite the fact that he hated working for his father’s business, the legacy he would be left with was important to him. Therefore, when it had come the time to make a decision on his career, he had settled on business and communications. What he planned to do with it, however, wasn’t what his family would think. He wanted to change the way the company was run once it was handed to him. No one would say the Lantsov business was boring ever again. He was going to bring the company overseas and expand it to the far reaches of the world. But before any of that, he was going to get rid of their terrible logo and aesthetic. Seriously! What’s appealing about a crown?

“Oh my gosh it’s Nikolai Lantsov!” A giggly voice interrupted his planning. Nikolai looked to the other side of the school grounds, where three girls were pointing at him and grinning like a bunch of lovesick fools. A rush of adrenaline ran through him at their attention. If there was one thing Nikolai loved, it was being the center of attention. The lucky people he had chosen as his friends told him it was called having an ego, but Nikolai knew it was just self confidence. After all, weren’t all people supposed to love themselves? He was only following this simple command. And anyways, it was common knowledge that he was the most gorgeous student in the school, so he might as well embrace it.

“He looks hotter than he did last year!” One of the other girls commented, and Nikolai smirked. Deciding to excite them, he waved, winking when he caught the eye of the first girl who had spoken.

“Hey ladies!” He catcalled. “Welcome back!” That was obviously the icing on the cake, because the girl he had winked at collapsed into her friend's waiting arms. He laughed to himself. It was no wonder so many girls had their eyes on him, but even though his parents insisted that he should find a suitable bride sooner than later, he had no intention of doing it. They would have to be quite the woman, and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to put himself out there again. He had been in love during his freshman year at the university, but he and Alina Starkov were never going to work out. They were best friends now, but there were times when he wondered what things would have been like if she had said yes.

But there was no use dwelling on the past… not when the future was waiting for him. He had so many expectations for this year, but right now, all he wanted to do was find his friends and spend his first day partying with them. They had barely seen each other over the summer due to their separate living situations. Thank goodness for things like FaceTime, because they had to have talked on the phone almost every night. But it still wasn’t the same as seeing them in person.

A newfound determination to see his friends burning inside of him, Nikolai broke into a jog as he made his way across campus. Nikolai was an athlete, and that was another reason he was glad to be back. He was the captain of the track team and a key player in the football team. When he wasn’t studying or partying with his friends he was working out so that he could uphold his reputation as the star athlete. The only rival to his physical prowess was Tolya Yul-Bataar. Tolya and him had been friends since they were little, and they had been on the same basketball team in high school. But where Nikolai obviously excelled in track, Tolya was the star of the show in football. Maybe this year I’ll show him who’s king of the field. Snickering to himself, Nikolai added “best Tolya in football” to his mental list of things to do this year.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot!” The angry tone of voice caused Nikolai to stop in his tracks. No one got angry at him… ever. Annoyed, maybe, but it was a well known fact that all of Ketterdam University loved him. He glanced at whoever was upset, and he was astonished to see a bigger girl with a red v-neck shirt and semi fancy black skirt glaring at him. Next to her was a much smaller suli girl with piercing eyes who was rolling her eyes at the other girl. The bigger girl turned to her friend, who spoke before Nikolai could say anything.

“It’s fine, Nina. he’s obviously in a hurry.” She locked eyes with Nikolai and gave him a warm smile. “I’m sorry about her. She doesn’t know when to stop.”

“I hate you.” The bigger girl glowered, but Nikolai knew sarcasm more than anyone, and he knew that the two of them didn't mean what they were saying.

“If you hate me then don’t expect free waffles from the cafe anymore.” The two girls began to chatter about something related to whatever cafe the smaller girl had mentioned, and Nikolai knew it was his cue to leave. They weren’t fawning over him, and he had promised to meet his friends outside of the dorm building in five minutes. He was already on the path to being late, and he refused to give them a reason to make fun of him.

With this newfound determination set in his head, Nikolai practically sprinted to the dorm building. A smile broke out on his face when he saw all of his friends gathered there. Alina Starkov was sitting down on the grass, her head resting on her boyfriend’s lap. Malyen Oretsev was smiling at his girlfriend as he ran his hands through her white hair. Tolya and Tamar, Nikolai’s two oldest friends, were currently in the middle of an arm wrestling match that was being observed by David Kostyk. Genya Safin and Zoya Nazyalensky, both of whom had worked for his family business over the summer, were in the middle of an animated conversation about who knew what.

When no one noticed that he was there, Nikolai made the decision to let his presence be known. He cleared his throat, his signature smirk written on his face. “Now that I’m here, the party can really begin.”

Mal was the first to respond, and Nikolai shook his head at the exasperation on his friend’s face. “You’re late. The party started hours ago.”

“I’m never late, Mal… everyone else is simply early.”

“Are you quoting the princess diaries again?” A look of amusement crossed Zoya’s face as she walked over to him. “You’re such a dork.”

“I have many names, but I wasn’t aware that dork was one of them.”

Zoya rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her eyes that Nikolai realized he had missed seeing. They had seen each other a few times over the summer, along with Genya, but without the rest of their friend group, it hadn’t been the same. All of them had been through quite a bit of trauma a few years ago, and the bond they had made during that time was unbreakable. Being separated for a long time, even if it was over summer break, was still hard. Nikolai truly hadn’t realized how much he had missed them until now, seeing all of their smiling faces.

“Believe me, your majesty.” Zoya mocked him with a fake bow, her blue eyes full of that familiar spark. “There are plenty more names I have for you.”

“Do they include sweetheart or handsome? Because if that’s the case, I would love for you to write me a list.”

“Darling, you would detest every single one of them.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure about that.” Nikolai’s hazel eyes were sparkling, and he could feel the familiar spark of adrenaline run through him. “Darling wasn’t so bad.”

“Wasn’t it?” Zoya’s brow flew into the air, but before she could say another word, Tamar broke the silence.

“You two flirt way too much for your own good.” She commented, and Nikolai and Zoya exchanged a look. Zoya was different from the rest of them. She was cool and harsh around the edges, but when she was around her friends she was a completely new person. She thrived off of Nikolai’s sarcasm, and he had to admit that a part of him thrived off of hers. She was either a terrible or a great influence on him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find out which one it was.

“Come on,” Nikolai’s eyes twinkled again. “You know you love it.”

“We actually hate it, but whatever you say boss.” Tolya’s comment earned a sharp glare from Alina, who instantly stepped away from her boyfriend to face him.

“You can’t say stuff like that! It gets to his head!”

“I do have a big head!”

Alina turned to face Nikolai, unable to keep the grin off of her face. “I know. And how many times is that head of yours going to get you in trouble this year?”

“Me? In trouble?” Nikolai winked at his best friend. “Come on… we all know I’m a perfect angel.”

Alina scoffed, shaking her head sarcastically. “That’s impossible.”

“You know, when people say impossible, they usually mean improbable.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

Nikolai laughed, his loud voice echoing throughout the school grounds. “Not at all.”

#nikolai lantsov #king nikolai #king of scars #rule of wolves #ketterdam #modern au #grishaverse #fanfiction #oneshot #fanfic #leigh bardugo #alina starkov #malina #malyen oretsev #genya safin #david kostyk #zoya nazyanelsky #zoyalai #nina zenik #inej ghafa #shadow and bone #the grisha series #six of crows

[aneiria-writes]

Give to Me Sweet Sacred Bliss

Ship: Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa x Zoya Nazyalensky

Rating: E

Words: 8.2k

Inej returns to Ketterdam with a certain Squaller in tow... and they have plans for the Bastard of the Barrel.

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#kaz x inej x zoya #new fic #oneshot #six of crows #shadow and bone #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #zoya nazyalensky #pwp #shameless smut #grishaverse #kaz x inej #kaz x zoya #inej x zoya #my writing #Aesthetic

[thejustgranger]

Nikolai Lantsov | Sobachka

La tarde era lluviosa, Frida miraba como las gotas de agua decoraban los grandes ventanales del palacio, deseaba tanto salir afuera a pasear mientras llovía, pero Zoya le había prohibido salir, era una de las mejores agitamareas y no podía poner en riesgo su vida por cualquier tontería, como decía la pelinegra. Pero Zoya había salido a buscar a unos cuantos Grisha de doce años, los cuales se habían escondido de la General. 

Frida por otra parte, ya estaba poniéndose su Kefta para salir fuera, evitando a toda costa encontrarse con alguno de los mellizos pues estos se daban cuenta de todo. La muchacha a punto de poder cruzar unas puertas sin ningún tipo de vigilancia, una voz la hizo detenerse.

-¿A dónde va tan bella dama con esta llovizna?- Reconocería aquella voz en cualquier parte, Nikolai, su Nikolai. Giró con una sonrisa nerviosa, el rubio había estado presente cuando Zoya prohibió a la muchacha ir fuera con aquel tiempo. La sonreía con burla pero con pena a su vez, no habían vuelto a hablar desde el incidente en Balakirev, concretamente, en el campanario de la iglesia. Aquella noche Nikolai había escapado de su habitación, Frida había conseguido llegar a lo alto del campanario antes que Zoya, y si no hubiera sido por ella y por los mellizos, probablemente habría sido la cena del monstruo creado por El Oscuro, tan solo había dejado unas terroríficas marcas en su espalda, las cuales ni Genya podía tapar. Claro que no culpaba a Nikolai, solo era culpa de alguien, y ese alguien ya no se encontraba entre ellos, el rey por supuesto se había disculpado con la chica, pero Frida había desarrollado un temor a que aquello vuelva a suceder.

-Sabes perfectamente que es lo que haré.- contestó con nerviosismo.- y confío en ti, en que Zoya no lo sepa.- dijo colocándose su kefta, dispuesta a marcharse sin mirar a su rey, pero cuando abrió la puerta para irse pensó en el chico detrás suya. Ambos morían por pasar tiempo juntos, pero ella recordaba las marcas que le había dejado y su cuerpo se estremecía, pero ese no era Nikolai, eso era algo oscuro que no merecía estar dentro del rubio.- ¿Vienes?- preguntó llamando la atención de Nikolai. Este dudó.- Sobachka, me enfadaré como no aceptes mi propuesta.

-Seré un idiota si la rechazo.- Frida se acercó a Nikolai y lo tomó de las manos vestidas con sus guantes, lo condujo al exterior del gran palacio, por el camino de mármol lleno de estatuas. Frida salió corriendo hacía la enorme fuente decorada por un gran águila representando a la familia Lantsov. La castaña paró en seco y se tumbó en el suelo mojado, disfrutando de las gotas caer sobre ella. Sintió como Nikolai se tumbaba a su lado, observándola.

-Sabes Nikolai, todos los días solía rezar a Santka Maradi.- le contó a la vez que sus ojos brillaban mientras lo miraba.- Nuestro amor es tan imposible como que yo deje de quererte.

-No quiero hacerte daño Frida.- susurró quitando un mechón de pelo que tapaba el rostro de ella.- Lo que te hice en Balakirev...

-Me lo habría hecho en cualquier otra guerra.

-Pero te lo hice yo, y no me voy a perdonar.- La muchacha se incorporó, acercó su cuerpo al del rey.- Me duele tener esto dentro de mí, pero más me duele saber que no voy a poder protegerte si el que quiere hacerte daño soy yo.

-Vas a tener que poner muchas más cosas en tu contra para alejarme de ti, Sobachka.- Bajó la cabeza hasta el rostro del rubio, acunó sus mejillas entre sus manos y besos sus suaves labios, los había extrañado tanto que había asumido que se había vuelto adicta a ellos. Frida había temido al monstruo, y probablemente lo seguía haciendo, pero su amor por el inocente chico de cabellos de oro la haría olvidar cualquier miedo. Excepto la furia que emanaba Zoya mientras se acercaba a la pareja, viendo que la joven agitamareas la había vuelto a desobedecer.

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[nonbinarychaoticstupid]

FIC MASTERPOST

no such thing - wip, modern-with-magic werecats au. after so long being haunted by the memory of a girl she’s sure she’s never met, adora finds herself being hit quite literally in the brain with the answers she’s needed for so long. featuring magic tattoos, werecats, and memory loss. chapters: 1/?

spop palentines day one - first meetings - oneshot, 932 words, written for the spop palentines challenge! adora accidentally befriends a small box that happens to contain an equally small cat, featuring small children and a box (cat) that wiggles when its poked.

tumblr prompts - ongoing! featuring sad glimmer, ghost/living person aus, soft catradora fluff, and horde exes angst.

one -   even if the stars fall down (glimbow angst, >300 words) two -   hello, my old heart (catradora ghost/living person au, ~3k words) three -   will you be there (to carry home?) (catradora after the war fluff, >700 words) four -   i love you (i loved you) (catradora horde exes angst, >850 words) five -   i love you, no matter what (catra coming out as asexual, ~400 words) six -   everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you’ll be alright (catradora canon but miles edition, ~1.4k words) seven -   it’ll be alright (catra goes to therapy, ~1.2k words) eight -   starting again (for the first time) (aka frosta + flutterina (frosta says a bad word), ~750 words) nine -   take shelter, my lover (chipped catradora angst + fluff-ish ft he/they/she catra, ~1.7k words)

just leave the party with me (and never go home) - oneshot (with a planned continuation), 23k words, written for the spop big bang 2021! adora shows up on catra’s doorstep after being kicked out and now they have to fix what broke between them. 

and i refuse (to let you go again) - 4 chapters, wc tbd, au where the hologram of catra adora sees in heart part 1 is real and she came back, written for may 15

bonds, made to be broken - oneshot (which a planned continuation), ~1k words, carulia. carmen is brooding on the roof and jules comes out to join her, ft love confessions and gay people.

gravity / you are my sunshine - oneshot, ~2.2k words, written for the grishaverse mini bang 2021! zoya and alina are locked in a cupboard together, which, as you can imagine, turns out just fine, ft bi polyam alina.

the zyraverse - an ongoing series of short drabbles written for my original work, the rook chronicles.

BIG PERSONAL MASTERPOST (CONTAINS LINKS TO TUMBLR VERSIONS OF PROMPTS IF YOU WANT TO HEAD THERE)

WRITING TAG

#sep texxt #she ra #spop #uhh idk what to tag #i will be adding to this skjsjndjmnkhjrfn #also there's a reason i didn't include my original works #sep's writing

[heliads]

hi!!! i would like to request a zoya nazyalensky x female reader slightly based on mary's song by taylor swift! i don't know if you accept request like this so feel free to write it or not. i just think that the "i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried", "i was 16 when suddenly i wasn't that little girl you used to see" and especially "said you'd beat me up you were bigger than me but you never did" lines are sooooo zoya coded, so if you also just want to write something using this ones? idk, maybe y/n arrived in the palace a bit after zoya and was also a squaller just a little younger and they made zoya teach her a bit so they know each other since they were little and she has been a pain in zoya's ass since forever well, feel free to choose and write however you want to thanks!

'after all this time, you and i' - zoya nazyalensky

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Zoya is having a perfectly normal morning until someone finally tells her the news.

Normalcy is hard to come by at the Little Palace. It’s hard to come by when you live in Ravka, when you are a Grisha, when your closest friends are kings with demons and girls without all of their eyes. One’s even a Sun Saint. So yes, Zoya’s definition of normalcy is a little strained. Defining this morning as normal purely means that no one has yet lit any buildings on fire.

Even this tenuous thread of normalcy, though, will not stand forever. Zoya has hardly been awake for a couple of hours before all of that comes crashing down again. Luckily for her, it’s not even bad. It’s just different, that’s all. Zoya knows it’s going to be different the same way she knows when everything else changes around here:  gossip. The entire Little Palace is ablaze with it.

Zoya does her best to ignore the whispers as long as she can. Whatever new trouble has arrived to Os Alta will become her problem soon enough, but if she can push off the inevitable for as long as possible, that just means she won’t have to worry for quite as long. It’ll do her constantly furrowed brow some good, at least, if it can have a chance to rest every now and then.

She’s not too proud to admit that she’s definitely doubled back down corridors to avoid large crowds of over excited Grisha, nor that every time she sees someone who looks like they’re just bursting with information that must get out at once, she comes up with some nonexistent task that she just has to get to. If it’s a serious threat, someone would have come for her already. Zoya doesn’t want to hear about run-of-the mill calamities. Only the finest of disasters can be allowed to ruin her morning.

Genya Safin, in the end, is the one who has to break the news. This is also possibly because Genya is the bravest, or just the only Grisha around save for perhaps David who is capable of talking to Zoya without wishing the ground would open up beneath their feet and swallow them whole. Given that David is likely holed up in his lab somewhere, tinkering on gadgets and gizmos until Genya drags him off to meals, Genya herself is the one who must bear this morning’s news.

Even Zoya’s friendship with the Tailor cannot protect Genya from receiving a few haughty stares. Genya emerges from the shadow of a room as Zoya walks past, matching Zoya’s strides within moments despite Zoya’s repeated attempts to speed up and shake her.

At last, Zoya sighs and gives in, slowing down enough that they can walk comfortably. “What’s gone wrong?”

Genya laughs. “Couldn’t I just be talking to you because I felt like it?”

Zoya arches a cold brow. “Are you?”

“Partially,” Genya admits. “Also, there’s something you need to know.”

“Figures,” Zoya says. “What disaster do I have to avert now?”

“No disaster, actually,” Genya answers her. “I just wanted you to know that an old friend will be returning to the Little Palace.”

Zoya eyes her cautiously. “I don’t have old friends. Everyone I know is either here or dead.”

Genya closes her eyes faintly as if searching for patience within the confines of her mind. “Zoya, I know you’re never a sweetheart, but would it kill you to practice optimism every now and then? Just one day without making me listen to something incredibly depressing or cutting, that’s all I ask.”

“You ask for too much,” Zoya says crisply. “So? Who’s coming?”

Genya manages a smile in the midst of her consternation. “Y/N L/N.”

Zoya Nazyalensky is not much given to surprise. She has done her best to remove that unreliable element from her very existence. On the battlefield, you can’t afford for something to take you by surprise. Everything should be expected. If there is something Zoya does not understand, a battle plan or tactical maneuver she doesn’t anticipate, countless lives will be lost. Shock is simply not in her vocabulary.

However, all this being true, upon hearing that Y/N L/N will be back in Os Alta, back here, Zoya actually stops dead in her tracks in surprise. She breathes in and out deliberately, trying to regain her footing. “Y/N?” She asks at last. “You’re sure of it?”

“Positive,” Genya chirps. “I got word from her just this morning. She’ll be arriving later today with news from Shu Han.”

Zoya shakes her head slowly. “That’s impossible. I thought the crown sent her out there for five years. Has something gone wrong? Why is she back early?”

“She’s not back early,” Genya says softly. “It’s been five years to the day. Her assignment is up and so she’s coming home. You’re not unhappy, are you? I thought you’d be pleased to hear the news.”

“I am pleased,” Zoya says, but her mind is already a whirlwind of thoughts and memories, so it’s difficult to focus on the conversation anymore. All of the space in her brain has been taken up with that one idea, that one confounded, blessed, insane idea, that after all of this time, Y/N L/N might be back in Os Alta. Back with Zoya. Back home.

It’s been a long time since Zoya saw Y/N. Well, five years, if one wanted to be specific. Zoya usually likes dealing with specifics. Keeping to the rigid lines and absolute details is the only way that a person can guarantee they will be right. With Y/N, though, Zoya for some reason has difficulty sticking to the impartial. Perhaps it’s just because it’s been so long. Yes, that must be it.

Zoya met Y/N many years ago. Just about when Zoya arrived at the Little Palace, actually, they were both children. Zoya was first and Y/N was second, but only by a handful of months. They were only off in age by a year or two, but Zoya, being older and far more of a perfectionist, had convinced herself that she was infinitely more reasonable and advanced.

Both of them being Squallers, Zoya saw Y/N the most out of anyone in the Little Palace, or so it seemed. The younger girl was always hanging off of Zoya’s shoulder, talking her ear off or following her around from class to class. It used to drive Zoya mad during the early days, but over time she’d gotten used to it. It was a common sight back in the first years; there was Zoya, striding briskly across the grounds of the Little Palace, and then her shadow in a matching blue kefta, Y/N, never far behind.

During the first few years, Zoya had done everything she could to get rid of the girl. She’d threatened to use her gifts to drop her off of the tallest tower around, or beat her up in one of Botkin’s rigorous combat classes, but no matter what Zoya said, Y/N never listened. She’d just show up the next day or the next hour, beaming cheekily, and utterly, utterly immune to any of Zoya’s snarls or poor temper.

That was the beginning, though, and then it had been sort of nice to have someone always there for her. Zoya wasn’t immune to the idolatry of being older and more advanced in her practice of the Small Science. By the end of it, she was kind of fond of it, actually. Having Y/N there beside her was something to be taken for granted, a promise that would never be broken.

Just when she was starting to appreciate it, word got out that the crown was sending Y/N away to Shu Han for five years. Five. Zoya was immediately horror struck, then pretended that she was not affected at all, because why would she be hurt by something like this? Why would she find herself weeping silent tears at midnight because of the thought that where there was once a smiling, laughing girl, someone who had seen Zoya for years and genuinely still wanted her, there would soon be absolute silence?

Zoya had attempted to brush it all off like it didn’t matter. She hadn’t even hugged Y/N goodbye like the other girls, trying too hard to act stiff and unapproachable. She’d been there, though, when the horses rode off. She’d waved. She’d felt her whole world collapse.

Zoya had found a way to carry on, though, and over time she had convinced herself that she was just being nostalgic, that’s all. Goodbyes are always difficult when you’re a child. You think parting from someone once means you’ll lose them forever. It’s true sometimes, but not always. Sometimes, they come back to you. Sometimes, they sneak up on you one busy morning, and you’re left wondering how to open up their place in your heart after you locked it off for so long.

Zoya bids Genya a hasty goodbye before retreating back to her room again. She ends up pacing for quite a long time indeed, running through all manner of scenarios before deciding that she'd been thinking too much about the whole affair and needs to give it a rest. Y/N will come back. She’ll have plenty to talk about and plenty of people to talk to. It will be fine.

Zoya hears a general clamor erupt from outside the hall. The horses are here now, apparently, and everyone’s just dying to see their favorite girl after such a long absence. After taking one last moment to contain herself, Zoya steps out into the chaos, joining the other Grisha in streaming out the doors and into the bright sunshine of the afternoon.

There are too many people to get a good view of anything, so Zoya hangs back near the entrance of the Little Palace. If there are horses and riders, they’ve been swarmed by the other Grisha vying for stories and hellos and everything else. Zoya bides her time and watches everyone else go to and fro as if their lives depend on it.

There’s a slow, vague parting of the crowd as people shift to accommodate movement in the mass. Zoya tilts her head to the side, trying to see but also trying not to look as if she’s trying too hard. The grooms are moving away first, leading exhausted horses back to the stable. There are the soldiers that were sent to protect such a valuable negotiator, but then–

Someone shouts that she’s coming around the bend now, and Zoya shades her eyes with her hand to see properly, but she can’t find the girl anywhere. Zoya knows what Y/N looks like, remember it from when she was a child, but the only person there is a young woman who’s too tall and bright to be–

Oh, Saints. Oh, no. She’s beautiful.

It’s foolish to be thinking like this. More foolish still to watch the woman who must be Y/N striding confidently across the courtyard of the Little Palace, heels striking the cobblestones evenly. The blue of her kefta compliments her eyes perfectly, which flash with mischief as Y/N strolls up to Zoya and says briskly, “If it isn’t my favorite Squaller. It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Nazyalensky?”

Zoya would like to know when they reverted to a last name basis, but more than that, she’d like to know why she feels incapable of speaking without stammering. “Five years to be precise, L/N.”

Y/N’s face splits in a broad grin. “Oh, don’t be cold. I know you’ve missed me, haven’t you?”

Again, Zoya is struck by what five years can do to a girl. Before, Y/N had never dared to be so open. She never would have insisted on what Zoya could or could not feel, but now, she does it easily. She’s not that little girl Zoya used to see around the Little Palace grounds anymore, that’s for certain.

(Privately, Zoya wonders if that might not be for the best. If there might not be a reason Zoya wants her to be bright and tall and free-willed. If there is not something she can get out of the girl now that she hadn’t seen when they were both kids.)

“I did,” Zoya admits, surprising not just herself but likely both of them.

Y/N wavers on her heels for a second, evidently not expecting raw honesty from Zoya this early into her return, but then her smile returns in full force and she wraps her arms around Zoya in a warm embrace. “I missed you too,” she whispers against Zoya’s hair, and perhaps it’s just wishful thinking but Zoya swears the voice is more sly than it ever has been before.

Zoya can do sly, though. Zoya can handle conniving and planning and desperate secrets. So, she pulls away slowly, then slips an arm around Y/N’s waist, casually tugging her closer as they walk back to the Little Palace.

“You’re different,” Zoya says casually. “It’s good for you, I think. You had better tell me all about it.”

A returning grin from Y/N, and Zoya knows at last that they’re on the same page. Time can change us, yes. But it can also return us to the people we were always meant to be. For once, Zoya thinks that growing up might not always be a bad thing.

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[maximoffgxrl]

Hello!!

I love your writing so much and saw you were open for requests about the grishaverse so was wandering if you could do a zoya x fem reader? I’m thinking like enemies to lovers where zoya basically hates the reader but there’s a lot of like tension and flirting until zoya eventually confesses feelings. Also like zoya getting jealous at like a palace ball when she sees reader flirting with another man. So sorry if this doesn’t make sense at all but thank you!

All the time in the world {Zoya Nazyalensky}

Pairing: Zoya x fem!reader

Summary: Zoya hates everyone, but she specifically hates Y/N Y/L/N. Or maybe that's what she thought.

Note: Hello!!! Sorry for the wait but I really hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm a total simp for Zoya, I gotta say. Thanks for the request and for the compliment, you're very sweet <3

Zoya Nazyalensky wasn’t an amorous girl. Actually, she was quite the opposite. Zoya was known as a strong, fierce and prideful general, someone you do not want to get in the way, and all the other grisha in the Little Palace knew about that, except for one: Y/N Y/L/N. And because of that, even though Zoya didn’t like most people, she disliked Y/N in a very special way.

Everything about the other girl was infuriating, from the bright red of her kefta to the way she would always respond to Zoya’s remarks with something clever. Her smirk, her arched eyebrows, the tease in her eyes… All those things looked like personal attacks for the general, making her already snarky remarks even worse, but Y/N never seemed to care, always crossing Zoya’s path even if it meant getting out of her own, and today wasn’t any different.

– Good morning, Zoya! - the very well known voice echoed through the hallways of the palace and Zoya rolled her eyes without even bothering to check who was talking. - Made anyone cry today?

– No, but you can be the first. - the general answered, fighting the urge to send the girl flying out the window.

– Aw, darling, we both know you can’t make me cry. - Y/N continued, stopping right in front of the other girl, smoothly resting her hand on her shoulder. - Not in this way, at least…

Zoya could feel her blood boiling as she stared at Y/N. She couldn’t understand how someone could have the nerve to talk to her like this, to look at her with those big doe eyes like she knew exactly how to get to her. But here was Y/N, leaning on her while biting her lip, her oh so pink lower lip that looked so soft and…

– In your dreams, Y/L/N. - she said in the same controlled tone she always used, pushing the girl away from her while trying to prevent herself from blushing.

What the hell was she thinking? Y/N was the most annoying creature to ever exist, she shouldn’t be thinking about her lips. Saints, she shouldn’t even be talking to her.

– You’re always in my dreams, Z. - Y/N said sweetly even though her eyes shined with amusement. - But that’s not what I came here to talk about. The ball tonight, are you going?

– Obviously. - Zoya answered, walking faster in the hope that Y/N would stay behind and gave up, but of course she didn’t.

– Great! So will I! - the girl cheerfully said, her eyes staring at the squaller intently. - Will you save me a dance?

Zoya didn’t even answered, her brain malfunctioning due to that stupid stare from those stupid eyes. She was trying her best to keep her calm exterior and even the smallest nod could break her right now, and the worst part is that Y/N seemed to know exactly what was going on. She laughed and stopped walking, making Zoya believe that she was finally going away, but she was wrong.

– Zoya. - Y/N called, her voice sweet as honey and Zoya knew she shouldn’t stop. Yet, she did it anyway. With a smile on her lips, Y/N simply said. - I’ll be wearing blue.

And then she turned around, going back to wherever she came from, leaving Zoya behind to deal with her own blushed cheeks and erratic breathing.

[...]

Zoya was extremely grumpy when the time for the ball finally came. Thanks to Y/L and her stupid blue dress that she couldn’t stop picturing, her day was a total waste since she couldn’t focus on anything else but the girl. Even getting ready was a challenge, but no one could say that Zoya looked anything but gorgeous. Her dark hair framed her face beautifully and, thanks to Genya, her lips were painted a soft shade of pink, not to mention the silver dress that made her look like a goddess. Zoya was beautiful.

However, she was still in a bad mood. A terrible one, according to Genya, but she couldn’t help it. Blue was the color of her kefta, yes, but it was more than that and Y/N knew it. Blue was Zoya’s color and Y/N was clearly making a statement. She was claiming something and Zoya was afraid of discovering what but, at the same time, the idea of seeing her wearing something that was hers, even if it was just a color, was doing something to her. And she was hating every damn minute.

But she was still the general and Nikolai made it very clear that she needed to be at this ball, so here she was. She could see the King talking with some Ketterdam merchants and Genya was dancing with a shy David on the dance floor, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Not that she was looking, of course.

Deciding that she was still too sober to talk politics, Zoya headed to the bar to get a drink but, before she could get there, she saw her. Y/N L/N, with her hair cascading down her bare back, her lips painted a dark shade of red and the most beautiful blue dress hugging her body. She looked like the sky, her silver jewelry shining like the stars and her big smile even brighter than the moon. She was absolutely perfect and she was flirting with a guy.

Zoya felt a weird, ugly feeling spreading through her chest as she watched Y/N smile and lean towards a man she had never seen before just like she used to do with her, just like she did with her this morning, while wearing her tone of blue. If she was irritated before, now she had to contain herself not to throw that ridiculous guy away with a flick of her wrist, but she couldn’t look away either.

She didn’t know what it was, but she couldn’t stand that guy being around Y/N, everything about it just made her want to throw up but it wasn’t any of her business. She didn’t even liked Y/N, right? So she had absolutely no reason to interfere. But when his hand wrapped around the other girl’s waist, Zoya was pretty much done, and so she started to walk in their direction.

– Excuse me. - she said, standing right next to Y/N.

– Zoya! - the girl said, taking a step back and thankfully putting some distance between her and that thing. - You really came!

– I told you I would. - Zoya answered with a smile, watching as Y/N arched her brows in her direction. - Can I talk to you, Y/N?

Y/N seemed to think for a second, her eyes shining like they always had, with amusement and something Zoya could never quite understand. She smirked before asking.

– Why?

And just like that, Zoya frowned. Y/N was always showing up out of nowhere just to talk to her and, most of the time, she just talked nonsense. And now she needed a reason? Zoya crossed her arms.

– It’s private. - she said simply, eyeing the guy in front of them with disgust.

– Oh, really? - Y/N asked, her tone of false innocence not fooling Zoya for even a second. - You have something to talk to me in private?

– Yes, I do. - Zoya said again, her impatience growing. - Can you come with me?

– Sure. - she shrugged, turning back to the boy. - I’ll be back soon, ok?

He only nodded with enthusiasm and Zoya rolled her eyes, taking Y/N’s hand on her own, which seemed to surprise the girl, but the squaller didn’t have the time to think about it now. She dragged Y/N out of the ballroom and into an empty hallway before letting her go, staring intently at her.

– So…? - she asked, tilting her head while staring at the general.

– What? - Zoya asked, furrowing her brows.

– Well, you dragged me all the way here because you said you had something you wanted to talk about with me in private. - Y/N said, a big smirk on her face. - I’m waiting.

For the first time in her life, Zoya didn’t know what to say.

– Oh… - she said in a calm tone even though she was already nervous. - I do want to talk to you. I want to talk to you about… About something the King just told me. He asked me to talk to you, really, so that’s why we’re here. I just came to deliver the news and…

– Zoya. - she called, resting her hand on Zoya’s shoulder for the second time that day. - Stop it. I know you’re very good at talking without having nothing to say, but we both know why we’re here.

– Do we, now? - Zoya asked, slightly confused.

– You’re jealous, honey. - Y/N said with a calm smile, watching as the squaller basically imploded in front of her.

– What? Saints, Y/N, you can’t be serious. - Zoya said while shaking her head, completely incredulously written on her face. – Why would I be jealous of you?

– That’s for you to tell me, Z. - she continued in the calmest way, almost laughing. - Why are you jealous of me?

– I’m not jealous. - Zoya repeated, crossing her arms.

– Well, then I guess I should come back. Elliot is waiting for me and he already asked me to dance, so…

– No! - Zoya said loudly, surprehending even herself. - Don’t dance with him.

– Why, Zoya? - she asked almost defiantly, taking a step forward so her face was mere inches away from Zoya’s. - Why did you really dragged me here? Why shouldn’t I dance with him? Why haven’t you pushed me away yet, if you hate me so much?

Zoya just stared at her, completely speechless. The truth is that she had been asking herself the same questions for a while. Why does everyday where she didn’t see Y/N seem like an incomplete one? Why is she always looking for the girl in the crowd? Why was she so excited to see her wearing blue? And yes, why did seeing her flirt with another person bothered her so much? The answer was right in her face, she was just too scared to own it.

– Because I like you. - Zoya said after a few moments of complete silence, watching as Y/N eyes widened. - I really do. All this time I was trying to pretend that I don’t, to fool myself into thinking that I hate you when the truth is the complete opposite. I really like you, Y/N.

Zoya blurted it all out before she could change her mind, but the lack of response was starting to make her regret it. She took a deep breath, ready to go away with the rest of her dignity, when a big smile grew on Y/N’s face, her eyes shining so brightly in a way that Zoya has never seen before.

– I waited so long to hear you say these words to me. - she said in pure bliss. - I like you too, Z. I fall in love with you every second of every day.

It was Zoya’s turn to smile, and she did. A big, bright smile that had nothing to do with the scaring general Nazyalensky, but everything to do with the Zoya that was in love with the most annoying human on the planet. Her Y/N. She didn’t waste any other second before wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist, pulling her close before closing the distance between them, kissing her with passion.

Y/N tangled her hand in Zoya’s dark hair just like she wished to do for so long, standing in her tiptoes while the squaller hugged her with such strength that she felt her feet start to leave the ground. She hugged her neck, kissing her back hungrily in the way that she longed to for so long. When Zoya broke the kiss, her lips still hovering over the other girl’s, she smiled, and so did Y/N.

– I should have done this sooner. - Zoya said, placing Y/N’s hair behind her ear while the other hand remained on the girl’s middle section.

– Yes, you should. - Y/N stated, holding Zoya’s face with both hands. - But don’t worry. We have all the time in the world now.

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[confused-as-all-hell]

Can you please link all your grishaverse oneshots some where? I can't find them. (Sorry if this seems rude lol)

of course! don't worry about it :))

these include posts on the character, as well as oneshots i wrote

(a kanej one is coming later :))

The Darkling

Genya Safin

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

Nina Zenik

Zoya Nazyalensky

Nina and Matthias

Jesper and Wylan

Kaz and Inej later today, around 12 :))

[bookworm-center]

Grishaverse Oneshot Request Rules!

Yep, I'm now going to do requests! Mainly cause I feel bad about not being super good with Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender updates... Anyways, I do have a few rules for requests.

No 18+ requests. Sorry, but I'm not comfortable writing that sort of stuff.

I refuse to do Darkling oneshots. Sorry Darkling stans.

No incest, pedophilia, huge age gaps, basically anything that's like morally wrong? (Besides murder and violence I guess, but this is the Grishaverse)

I'll try to do multi-character ships but I dunno. I will do both x readers and character x characters, as well as platonic ships!

The reader will generally be gender neutral unless specified. I'll definitely try and do both straight and queer ships.

I'll definitely do AUs; those are so much fun. I don't think there are any AUs I refuse to do, but I'd have to see for the requests. I don't know if song fics count as AUs but I'm also willing to do those.

Please give me at least three sentences of a basic idea or summary of the oneshots, though more than this is welcome! The only problem with giving me more information is that it might not live up to your expectations.

I may struggle with some aspects of representation that I don't quite understand or relate to, like if you want the reader to be non-binary or autistic or anything else. I'll try my best to do topics that I don't know a lot about and I will do research but you don't have to request this stuff if you don't want to. If you do request things like this and I don't get it right, please, PLEASE tell me. I will take all criticism into consideration.

As stated before, I'll listen to criticism but please try to be polite about it. I want to improve my writing, but if you are rude about it, I won't listen or even take your request.

Characters I'll do x readers with:

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey

Wylan Van Eck

Matthias Helvar

Nina Zenik

Alina Starkov

Genya Safin

Zoya Nazyalensky

Nikolai Lantsov

Tamar Yu Bataar

Character x character ships I'll do:

Kanej

Wesper

Helnik

Nina-Hanne (I forgot their ship name)

Malina

Genya-Alina

Zoyalai

Genya-David

I might do other characters/ships if you ask, I just might not be thinking about all the ships or something right now. But yeah, feel free to request things. I'm so sorry for the long post but this is all stuff I needed to say about this.

#grishaverse #bookworm center #six of crows #shadow and bone #oneshots #grishaverse oneshots #free free to request #i would love to write them

[the-loosest-moose]

Yes, I promised a oneshot. But it had other plans... 

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Zoya Nazyalensky and Nikolai Lantsov have worked together for years, and at first glance, they could not seem more different. Nikolai is warm, friendly, liked by all. Zoya is cutting, demanding, and respected rather than liked.

But both have learned to put on an act to hide pain, loneliness, and fear, and they are more alike than most might guess. And though both have generally shied away from deep connections, they have managed to become close to each other. Their friendship has kept them going through difficult times, but it has also left them vulnerable in ways they both have tried to avoid.

There is a visible spark between them, something that friends have pointed out, that coworkers have started rumors about. One that they have steadfastly chosen not to see or acknowledge.

But when Nikolai starts a serious relationship, he and Zoya are both forced to grapple with unexpected feelings. Have they been ignoring what they mean to each other because they’ve been too scared of what might happen?