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congrats on the followers!! and super excited for this event. am looking forward to see lots of good stuff! And i am also here to request! Can we maybe get some Nikolai smut with the prompt "Don't cover your face. I want to see you" 👉👈

A/n: has there ever been a more perfect specimen for smut fics? i think not. so, nikolai, thank you bb for being so perfectly FINE. here you go anon - hope you like it!! actually several of you requested nikolai smut, so this one's for all y'all, you're my people and i'm here for it.

18+ only!!!! MINORS DNI

Nikolai Lanstov X Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,342 Warnings: smut, absolutely no plot, unprotected sex, P in V, fingering, sprinkles of praise kink, creampie

(i'm sorry, i know i've already used this gif on another fic but srsly ppl wut else am i supposed to use for a nikolai smut fic?! this gif is unholy and i love it)

The knock at your bedchamber door was fast, urgent. Four sharp taps, rapid fire. You could hear his need in those knocks. 

You weren’t far from the door, pacing with a suffocating mix of desire, impatience, and nerves. It had been so long since you’d seen Nikolai, you wondered if the arrangement you two had fallen into the last time you’d lived here would still apply. But those knocks told you everything you needed to know. He remembered, and you did too. 

He was on you before the door closed behind him. His mouth crashed against yours, the familiar taste of his mouth awakening memories you’d tried so hard to suppress. His hands tangling in your hair, squeezing your cheek, ripping at the thin fabric of your nightgown. Desperate, hungry. Just the way you liked him. 

He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to look at you. His gaze roamed over you like wind, a feral smile lighting up his face. 

“Gods I’ve missed you.” His voice had grown deeper, so gravelly it sounded like a growl. That familiar heat sparked to life between your legs. 

You grabbed him, twisting your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck the way you knew he liked. You kissed him deeply, your tongue shamelessly diving into his mouth, devouring every inch of him you could taste. 

You broke the kiss, twisting his face away from you as you planted a line of kisses along his jawline, working your way back and down to the soft spot where his neck met his shoulder. You sucked, then nibbled there softly. His breath hitched in his throat, his head tipped back, eyes closed, giving himself over to you. 

Your hands made quick work of the buttons at the front of his jacket, and he finished the rest, throwing it towards the chair in the corner of your dimly lit bedchamber. Running the tip of your tongue up to his earlobe, he moaned, pulling his undershirt up and out of his trousers. You reluctantly pulled back from him to let the shirt slide up and over his head before it too was discarded along with his jacket. 

Your hands remembered the feel of his warm skin, the muscles of his back and chest flexing under your touch. You found his mouth again, his hands cupping your face. You let your hands travel freely, tracing your fingertips over his back, down the backs of his biceps, around the crease at his elbow, up his arm and over to his chest. You added pressure, leaving small white lines on his skin. He let out the smallest gasp at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head. You pressed your body forward against his, feeling the bulge of his cock pressing your stomach through his trousers. The heat at the apex of your legs roared, making you squeeze your thighs together, moisture beginning to build there.

“Missed me too, did you?” 

The handsome smirk and devil-may-care glitter in his eyes took your breath in. If he only knew…

You let one of your hands snake its way down the front of his torso, your fingernails leaving a trail like a map over his abs. He shivered slightly, his smirk deepening as his eyes drank you in. More, more, more, his gaze said.

You pressed your palm against his hard cock, gripping it through his trousers. “Why don’t you take these off and find out,” you murmured back. Nikolai’s eyes went wild at the sound of your voice. You bit at the edge of your lip, relishing the feel of his member in your hand, the way he shuddered at your touch reflexively. You added pressure to your palm and began stroking the length of his shaft over the rough wool of his riding trousers. 

“Saints,” he muttered, stumbling backwards on shaky legs to lean against the wall. It had been a long time for both of you, it would seem. A coil began to grow deep and low in your gut as you watched his face go slack at the feel of your hand on his cock, lost in ecstasy for a moment. 

He snapped to quickly, coming out of his reverie with a look of purpose. He brushed your hand away from his cock, catching both wrists in his hands and turning you to swap places. His movements were strong but controlled, firm pressure but no pain. You let him lead you, and he stopped only when you were squarely against the wall. 

“You haven’t lost your touch,” he murmured, leaning in for a quick kiss as he danced a finger along your jawline. “But I’ve waited too long for you to skip my favorite part.” 

You were practically panting at his words, feeling loose and halfway drunk on the sight, sound, feel, taste of him. And he knew it. 

Goosepimples ran up your spine as you felt his hands slip under the straps of your nightgown, guiding them back and over your shoulders. The thin gown fell to the floor, pooling around your ankles like water. 

Rough, calloused palms traveled all over you: your arms, throat, breasts, down your sides and over to your backside, which he gave an appreciative squeeze. Then forward, around the swell of your hips, down the front of your thighs, before snaking inward. You stepped one leg outward, beckoning him higher. His right hand turned, palm facing upward, until he found his mark. 

You gasped when his hand touched your pussy, warm and wet with anticipation already. You didn’t miss the self-satisfied smile he wore when he felt your readiness. His fingers spread your flesh apart and he began to work, starting with large, languid circles. It was torturously divine - too slow to do anything but tease you. You let your head fall back against the wood paneled wall behind you, your leg bending at the knee with a foot braced on the wall as you let yourself fall open to him. You bucked your hips forward, grinding down against your hand. 

Reading your cues, his circles grew smaller and more focused, zeroing in on that sensitive bundle at the very center of you. His fingers found it effortlessly, dancing over it like he were plucking the strings on a lute. You gasped, the coil tightening as your body tensed. 

“That’s it, my girl,” he cooed, stepping close to you, his breath warm as it fanned over your exposed neck. “Let me have you.” He bore down on whatever skin he could reach with his mouth - kissing and sucking and gently biting - drawing heavy, sighing moans from your throat. His fingers kept dancing over your clit, his pressure crescendoing and then retreating like ocean waves. You felt your bent leg begin to tremble slightly. 

At that signal, Nikolai’s fingers plunged into you commandingly. You gasped, your eyes widening as your muscles squeezed around him momentarily. 

“My beautiful, beautiful girl.” Two fingers - his middle two - began to pump, firm but gentle. Already slick with your wetness. 

One of your hands traveled up to cup your exposed breast, your nipple hard as a marble. Nikolai watched your hand as you rubbed your palm gently over the nipple, your eyelids falling shut as the sensations of your body took over your senses. 

“Nikolai, please,” you whimpered, grinding your hips against the rhythm of his hands, desperate for more. 

“Beg me again,” he commanded, letting his forehead connect with yours. 

“Please,” you moaned out, your free hand grabbing the wrist working on your pussy and driving it into you with the force you were craving. “Gods, please!” 

Normally Nikolai would tell you to use your words, to tell me what you want. But after so long apart, the intricate push-pull teasing you two were so comfortable with gave way to raw need. He obliged your request, his hand pumping in and out, his two fingers stroking the spot inside you could never reach while his thumb continued its assault on your clit. 

Your body was alight with burgeoning lust, every cell fluttering with a glittering energy. You felt your climax approaching fast and hard. Your moans turned louder into cries, the hand that had been working your breast now gripping the wall for support. Your other hand came up to tangle in your hair as you felt your orgasm crest. You turned, dragging some of your hair across your face just before you fell apart on his hand. 

“Don’t cover your face,” he growled, his free hand catching your chin with his thumb and dragging you to face him. “I want to see you.” 

You felt the cord snap at his words. You cried out his name, your face uncovered for him to see. Your pussy pulsated around his fingers, your legs shaking in time with your orgasm as you leaned back against the wall. Wetness ran down the inside of your thighs and over his hand, your mind fracturing into a thousand pieces, all of them saturated with him. 

“That’s it, my girl. That’s perfect.” You vaguely registered the praises falling out of his lips as his hand pumped you up, through, and down the other side of your ecstasy. 

You were still shaking, your senses barely rekindled when you felt the loss of Nikolai’s hand, followed swiftly by the feel of his palms gripping you under your seat. He lifted you from the hips, cradling you against him as your hands snaked around his neck. He carried you back away from the wall, turning and laying you down on your bed. 

He hovered over you at the edge of the bed, rushing the trousers down over his ankles. His cock sprang free, full and eager. You reached for it, but Nikolai had other plans. 

He ignored your grasping hand, stepping forward and lining himself up with your entrance only long enough to register your acknowledgement before he buried himself in you. His hips smacked against yours as you cried out his name. The feel of him stretching you, your pussy still throbbing from his hand, sent your awareness scattering again. 

You felt Nikolai’s hands press down into the mattress next to your head, framing your face as he leaned over you. He hesitated, catching your gaze with his cock completely embedded in you. 

“Let me have you,” he told you. His hazel eyes were bottomless to you, his words felt like a drug. 

“You already do, Nikolai,” you replied. “Now, take it.”

He leapt at your command, his hips pulling away from you and then brutally slamming back into you. His cock dragged against you, reactivating that dwindling orgasm with a new fire. You let your legs lift up to twine around his rear, adding your own movement to match his. He was grunting, his brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and concentration as the wet sounds of slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by your cries and his deeper, guttural grunts. 

You tried to lift your head to watch him slide in and out of you, but he found your neck, gently but firmly pushing your head back to the bed. His hand stayed there, wrapped around the base of your throat with a possessive, dominating pressure, almost enough to press the air from your lungs but never enough to hurt. 

“Fuck, I’m close. Y/n, I’m close, I’m gonna cum.” 

You gripped his backside with your hands, pulling him into you deeper and harder with the final few thrusts he gave you. As he threw his head back, a long and loud primal grunt spilling from his mouth, you felt your own body’s desire snap a second time. He gasped as he felt your pussy squeezing around his pulsating cock, his thrusts scattered and not as forceful, but drawing out the pleasure you’d both been denied for so long. You screamed out his name, not caring who heard or what they thought or even if the sounds that you made actually sounded anything like Nikolai at all. He knew, and you knew - that was all that mattered. You fell off the edge of reason, twisting and writhing until you were turned inside out on a cloud of pleasure. Then you floated, hanging there, his warmth and the nearness of his body the only thing you’d swore you’d ever need.

You both settled back into your bodies slowly, the sounds of two sets of panting breaths drawing you down from the sky you’d fallen into.

He finally slid out of you, leaving you feeling woefully empty. You whimpered softly at the loss of him. He collapsed down onto the mattress next to you, the hand he’d left at your throat gently turning your face to his. You washed in the sight of him, the soft sheen of sweat covering his handsome face, his lips swollen and parted, his cheeks flushed. His hazel eyes danced like stars as he smiled at you. You smiled back, one of your hands finding his hair and swirling patterns against his scalp. He moaned, his eyes falling closed for a few minutes as the two of you relaxed in the relative silence. You knew it was only to give your bodies enough time to recover before revisiting the night’s earlier activities, and the thought of it made your stomach twirl. 

When Nikolai Lantsov opened his eyes, that mischievous glint you loved so much was blazing. You knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“So you did miss me?”

You gave him a playful slap, laughing as he rolled you into him, squeezing you into a bearhug against his bare chest. He buried his head in your mussed hair, inhaling deeply. 

“Actually,” you finally replied when you weren’t breathless from giggling, “I might need you to show me again exactly what I’ve been missing, all this time.” 

Nikolai gave you a wicked smile. “Happily, my girl. Happily.”

And so you let him show you - again and again, and again some more…

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Y/N: *Tending to Nikolai's injuries* Take off your shirt.

Nikolai: *Raises his eyebrows*

Y/N: Unlike some people, I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning.

Nikolai: Are you sure? Because viewing my naked chest has caused many people to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.

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Nikolai: I was trying to make up the sofa bed so you could get some rest. Unfortunately it would appear that this is not a sofa bed but apparently, just a sofa.

Y/N: Not any more it’s not.

Nikolai: Well, yes, now it’s a dead sofa. It put up a valiant struggle, however.

Y/N: I’m sure its family would be proud. *Sits down*

Nikolai: I kill a sofa for you and you go and sit in a chair? I don’t think you appreciate the sacrifice that has been made for you.

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CHAMPAGNE KISSES | NIKOLAI LANTSOV

Summary: Boring parties can always get some spice by taking a step back to have fun with your secret prince lover.

A/N: My new neighbor is a Paddy doppelgänger and looking at Nikolai gifs is now awkward for me to be honest 😂

Nikolai Lantsov had attended a fair share of parties during his lifetime - being a prince kind of required it. Gossiping with people, making small talk and feigning interest in their mundane lives. It wasn’t like he didn’t care of Ravkan people, but parties always had these posh upper class people who didn’t know anything less than expensive champagne with every meal, personal cooks, big manors with a dozen rooms they never visit and diamonds in every piece of jewerly. He would have much rather spend time with people who knew what actual life was, not being born inside a fancy bubble. But parties like these were mandatory to attend, so here he was, a glass of champagne in his hand.

He let his gaze wander around the hall, and saw you making your way towards him. He smiled a little at you, nodding as you settled yourself beside him and sighed.

“Hate these parties,” you grumbled. “And yet, my parents always drag me with them. It’s my duty as the heir of the family name, they say.”

Nikolai chuckled at your comment, finding comfort in how his secret lover felt the same way as he did. It wasn’t like he didn’t know it, but your words still made him feel better. “I know exactly what you mean. Same for me. Duty, duty, duty. It gets old after a while.”

You scoffed, tapping your fingers on your arm before a smirk spread on your face.

"C’mon," you said, "you need a reason to get out of here and I have one."

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what would that be?”

You giggled playfully, your hand grasping Nikolai’s as you started to pull him with you. “It’s a secret.”

“Lead the way, then.” Nikolai replied and you left your champagne glasses on one of the drawers as you ventured away from the ballroom. Soon, you were far enough from peering eyes, in a secluded corner and the moment you stepped there you spun around, pulling Nikolai in for a kiss. He had known to expect it, of course, and his hands found their way to your waist as he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of your lips on his.

When you pulled away, Nikolai smirked at you. “So, this is the secret? You wanting to make out with me?”

“When I wouldn’t?” you mumbled, still staying close enough so your noses brushed together.

Nikolai chuckled again, his hands still on your waist. “No complaints from me.”

You kissed him again, this time with more passion than with the last one. This kiss lasted longer too, and you felt Nikolai’s hands roaming up and down your sides. Eventually though, he pulled away, leaving you trying to chase his lips for a moment.

“We should probably get back before someone misses us,” he told you, breathless from all the kissing you had just done.

“Yeah, probably,” you sighed, disappointment clear in your tone as you forced yourself to pull yourself away from his embrace, smoothing out your clothes and trying to settle your hair to look like it looked pre-kissing.

You wished it would be easier, not to be his secret lover, but a real one, acknowledged, being able to hold his hand and look at him like you wanted to look at him publicly too. But your family name wasn’t regal enough for a prince - Nikolai’s parents wouldn’t agree on it. So you were stuck like this, for now at least.

But Nikolai swore that one day, he’d find a way to make you his, with or without his parents’ consent. Some day, you’d be his, seen by Ravkan people like he saw you. He just hoped that day would be soon.

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COLOURS OF THE BEYOND | NIKOLAI LANTSOV

Summary: Bumping into a man at the Novyi Zem market led to something you weren't expecting.

When you began your run from Os Kervo and set sail to a new land you had never before seen, you hadn’t known what to expect. But Novyi Zem was beautiful. All the colors, the smell of food at the street and beautiful handcrafted items and jewelry constantly left you standing in front of stalls, chatting with vendors. And after it had gone on for a few stops, you turned to Mal and Alina, nodding towards the inn. “I’ll catch up.”

“Alright,” Alina replied. “I’ll tell them that you’ll be coming later.” They then smiled at each other before continuing on as you began wandering through the aisles.

“Can I offer you a piece of my family’s hermit cake, my dear?” an old lady asked behind one of the stalls, and you faltered for a moment. In Ravka, you’d immediately think it’s filled with something that would drug you, but something in this lady told you she was being genuine, and you excitedly nodded.

She handed you a piece of it, and you took it, taking a careful bite before you felt like you just stepped into some form of food heaven, raising a hand over your mouth. The old woman chuckled at your heart eyes and you began digging your pouch. “How much?”

“For you? Nothing, we’re just glad to see a foreigner being so enchanted by our culture. If you want another piece, it’s two neredi,” she smiled and you blinked at her before nodding, handing her the two coins and getting a piece on the go.

As you took a bite and turned away, you were collided with something and immediately spit your cake piece out, flailing for a moment before you could register you actually bumped with a man who was standing behind you. “I’m so sorry! I should have watched where I go.”

The man brushed his coat before raising his eyes on you, and before you could sputter out another string of apologies, you were met with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, and words just got stuck in your throat.

“No harm done,” he replied with a smirk, and you blinked at him for a few times before laughing a little.

“I’m just… so amazed by all these colours. It’s everything Ra- Kerch doesn’t have. I guess I lost my ability to look where I’m going.” You smiled, fumbling with your scarf. His gaze made your face really warm, you noticed.

He smirked. “Well, I'm glad you did. Because otherwise I wouldn’t have seen that beautiful smile of yours.”

Your face heated up even more and you laid your gaze on the ground. "O-oh. Thank you."

You then ended up chatting as you strolled through stalls together, and you immediately felt like you had known him all your life. He just somehow got you, made you feel special without even doing anything in particular - except for a few flirts here and there. He clearly enjoyed having you flustered.

Your little stroll together came to an end sooner than you would have liked as a woman approached him, laying her hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn.

"Captain, she's in the city. They told you the truth," she mumbled, her eyes flicking to you quickly as he glanced at you too.

He placed his hands on his hips. "You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll come to the ship soon."

The woman left, and the man turned to you, his brows furrowed as he sighed.

“You need to run,” you nodded before he said anything. “I understand. It was nice to meet you. I had a wonderful time.”

He nodded, his lips forming a tight line. “I most likely need to leave Novyi Zem tonight, but I hope to see you again one day.”

You smiled at him. “Maybe we will.”

***

A small chase later and hiding from sight until sunset, you were crouching behind some boxes in the harbor, looking over ships. One ship in particular caught your attention, Volkvolny was carved with golden letters to the side of it, two people standing beside the plank.

“What about that one?” you nodded towards it as your eyes traveled up the mast. “It doesn’t have a flag, so…”

“It’s up for rent!” Alina finished for you, smiling as she stood up.

“What are you going to say to them if they recognise you?” Mal asked as he stood up along with you.

“They won’t,” Alina mumbled before clearing her throat, making the shu woman and the man to turn towards you. “We’d like to rent this ship. I can pay, it’s gold.”

They inspected the hair pin for a moment before nodding towards the plank. “Will do. Hurry up then, we’ll need to talk to the captain.”

***

As you were venturing towards the captain’s cabin, your attention got fixed on a small crest on the wall.

“Sturmhond?” you mumbled, looking around as if to wanting someone to confirm. “Huh.” 

You then ventured forward, realising you had been left behind, and soon heard voices from the end of the stairs. Alina, Mal, and third voice sounded oddly familiar too.

“...tear down the Fold?”

“Yes, I already have one amplifier, I need two more. Sea Whip and the Firebird.”

You stepped into the room, frowning as you recognised Sturmhond - the man who you had been spending time with at the market earlier.

“All three amplifiers?” Sturmhond’s eyes then shifted on you, who looked at him with wide eyes. “You?”

You blinked. “You?”

Mal frowned, looking between you two. “You know each other?”

Sturmhond scratched his neck sheepishly. “Well, not exactly.”

“We met at the market and… talked.” You nodded along, looking at your toes.

Alina huffed, crossing her arms as she smirked at you. “Talked?” You frowned at her, and she let out a small chuckle. “The way you’re acting feels like you didn’t ‘just’ talk.”

Sturmhond chuckled now too, looking at his map on the table. “That’s quite perceptive of you, Sun Summoner. I might have used my charm with her.”

Your eyes roamed the floor, trying to look everywhere but Sturmhond or your friends, somehow particularly embarrassed that you had been caught with your mini “crush”. If you can call it a crush, it was natural to have short lived crushes on people you talk with for ten minutes, at least that’s what Katja had told you back when you had yet to cross the Fold the first time. She had been trying to ease your fear by telling a story of how she had had a crush on Mikhail once, the same Mikhail who was so bad at flirting that he usually accidentally offended the girl. She had developed the crush and lost it after a few days without anything even happening between them, and you thought the same would happen to you after you wouldn’t see the guy ever again.

All of you were silent for a moment, before Alina spoke up again. “As I was saying - I’m intending to hunt down the Sea Whip and the Firebird to amplify my powers to tear down the fold. Will you and your crew will help us?”

***

Almost a year had gone by. Fold had been destroyed, Darkling had been killed and Nikolai had been pretending to be engaged to Alina. It was all an act, of course - behind the scenes, Alina loved Mal and you and Nikolai had become close in romantic sense. You spent a lot of your nights in his bed, cuddling and kissing with him and leaving before dawn so nobody at the palace would suspect anything going on. 

Your feelings had developed slowly, especially after you found out he’s a prince. It complicated things a lot, you thinking nobody would ever consider you being a proper princess. And after Vasily’s death, yet another barrier rose in front of you - if Nikolai ever married you, you’d become the Queen of Ravka. You, an otkazat'sya, a former tracker with no noble blood whatsoever. People would never understand if you were asked. Nikolai on the other hand, told you that the world is changing and people would learn to respect his love for whoever his Queen would be.

That day wasn’t coming anytime soon though. For now, you were content to be in Nikolai’s arms, feel him kiss the top of your head as you drifted asleep. You were happy to know he loved you and dreamed of the day you’d get to put on a gorgeous wedding dress and a tiara on your head as you’d walk along the aisle, finally being united with Nikolai. Someday, you wished for that to be true, for Nikolai to be right and you would indeed be embraced by Ravkan people once they’d see how much their King cares for you, and how gracious you would be to them.

You bumping into him at that market had led to something incredible - and you couldn’t wait what life had in store for you in the future.

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Y/N: How is he?

Healer: I've done what I can but if the fever doesn't break by tonight...

Y/N: ...He could die?

Nikolai: *Opening his eyes* You're scaring the poor thing. Where's your chivelry?

Y/N: Oh, Nikolai. How are you feeling?

Nikolai: Close to death, apparently.

Healer: You need to rest.

Nikolai: What I need is some water and prehaps a little bit more of that lovely worried frown.

Y/N: I think I can manage that.

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Inej Ghafa - Six of Crows

Artist: @palinlineart

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Since I have been asked for a list, here you go. Six of crows characters as hozier songs, this was so much fun. And I do think the list is perfect but I am biased because I made it

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Keyboard go BRRRRRRRRRR

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Kaz: Don't look behind you

Y/N: What? *Looks* Why? I don't see anything.

Kaz: I was testing your abilities to follow orders.

Kaz: You have none.

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Tolya: We call that a traumatic experience.

Tolya: *Turning to Tamar* Not a "bruh moment".

Tolya: *Turning to Mal* Not "sadge".

Tolya: *Turning to Nikolai* And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

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Y/N: Whatever you're doing, I hope it works because I'd rather have died fighting up there than starve to death down here.

Kaz: Don't worry, we'll run out of air long before we starve.

Y/N: Thank you, Kaz, that's so comforting.

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Kaz: *Holds a gun out to Y/N*

Y/N: I-I don't believe in guns.

Kaz: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

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in many ways six of crows is a very silly book when you consider that kaz staked 30 MILLION KRUGE on wylan having an alright relationship with his father and NO ONE TH OUGHT TO ASK HIM WHETHER IT WOULD WORK

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literally kaz and wylan in that one scene

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I so often think about what the tone of scene with the backless book would have looked like in the Six of Crows spin off.

In Six of Crows, when the crew arrive in Djerholm they go to an Inn and sit on the terrace to give them a clear, if distant, view of the road that leads to the Ice Court, and Kaz uses a device he calls a 'backless book' to see the prison wagon on the road with perfect clarity - it looks like a perfeclty normal book until you hold it open on a specific page at a specific angle. He passes the book around without telling anyone that it is actually a mirrored lens so that no-one else on the terrace will know what they're talking about, and when Wylan is offered the book by Jesper he initially refuses to take it. He asks 'What does it say?' and Jesper replies 'Just look'. In this scene everyone, including the reader, is yet to learn that Wylan cannot read and therefore this line doesn't have any particular impact on us in the moment, except as a continuation of the idea that Wylan feels uncomfortable and that the others tend to be impatient with him for the way he doesn't fit into their world. But imagine what this scene would look like with the added subtext that Jesper already knows he can't read but the others don't! AND the added subtext they already have an established relationship!!

Imagine the panic in Wylan's eyes slowly growing as the book moves round the group, imagine the hesitation in his voice as he asks Jesper what it says, imagine Jesper softening his voice to reassure him as he gently tells him that he just has to look.

And on this same vein, imagine Jesper beginning to piece together why Wylan 'left' his father's house early on. Imagine Jesper standing on the deck of the Ferolind with Inej as she quietly tells him that Van Eck writes to Wylan every week and Wylan doesn't even open the letters, the way she'd study him as she noticed that he knew something more than her but would never pry. Imagine the way the tone would change for when Wylan is drawing the maps of the Ice Court and says he hasn’t labelled anything because he doesn’t know Fjerdan, despite the fact that he’s already revealed he speaks Fjerdan - in the book no-one questions it and I think that’s partly due to Jesper mocking him and saying that he probably doesn’t speak it well (it’s confirmed later that he does) and partly due to the way he doesn’t fit in and the others aren’t really paying him much attention; it’s a brief moment the reader doesn’t put much stock into until they find out that Wylan can’t read at the end of the book. The added dimension of us already having that subtext would have been absolutely fascinating and I am so so upset we don’t get to see it play out, especially since we would probably have a lot of Wesper angst going on as well - I’m imaging the way Wylan would fear Jesper ratting him out or turning on him because he lied to him and being so shocked that he doesn’t and just not understanding the way he still cares about him or that he would still protect him because he doesn’t know what it feels like to be loved I’m gonna cry

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COLOURS OF THE BEYOND | NIKOLAI LANTSOV

Summary: Bumping into a man at the Novyi Zem market led to something you weren't expecting.

When you began your run from Os Kervo and set sail to a new land you had never before seen, you hadn’t known what to expect. But Novyi Zem was beautiful. All the colors, the smell of food at the street and beautiful handcrafted items and jewelry constantly left you standing in front of stalls, chatting with vendors. And after it had gone on for a few stops, you turned to Mal and Alina, nodding towards the inn. “I’ll catch up.”

“Alright,” Alina replied. “I’ll tell them that you’ll be coming later.” They then smiled at each other before continuing on as you began wandering through the aisles.

“Can I offer you a piece of my family’s hermit cake, my dear?” an old lady asked behind one of the stalls, and you faltered for a moment. In Ravka, you’d immediately think it’s filled with something that would drug you, but something in this lady told you she was being genuine, and you excitedly nodded.

She handed you a piece of it, and you took it, taking a careful bite before you felt like you just stepped into some form of food heaven, raising a hand over your mouth. The old woman chuckled at your heart eyes and you began digging your pouch. “How much?”

“For you? Nothing, we’re just glad to see a foreigner being so enchanted by our culture. If you want another piece, it’s two neredi,” she smiled and you blinked at her before nodding, handing her the two coins and getting a piece on the go.

As you took a bite and turned away, you were collided with something and immediately spit your cake piece out, flailing for a moment before you could register you actually bumped with a man who was standing behind you. “I’m so sorry! I should have watched where I go.”

The man brushed his coat before raising his eyes on you, and before you could sputter out another string of apologies, you were met with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, and words just got stuck in your throat.

“No harm done,” he replied with a smirk, and you blinked at him for a few times before laughing a little.

“I’m just… so amazed by all these colours. It’s everything Ra- Kerch doesn’t have. I guess I lost my ability to look where I’m going.” You smiled, fumbling with your scarf. His gaze made your face really warm, you noticed.

He smirked. “Well, I'm glad you did. Because otherwise I wouldn’t have seen that beautiful smile of yours.”

Your face heated up even more and you laid your gaze on the ground. "O-oh. Thank you."

You then ended up chatting as you strolled through stalls together, and you immediately felt like you had known him all your life. He just somehow got you, made you feel special without even doing anything in particular - except for a few flirts here and there. He clearly enjoyed having you flustered.

Your little stroll together came to an end sooner than you would have liked as a woman approached him, laying her hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn.

"Captain, she's in the city. They told you the truth," she mumbled, her eyes flicking to you quickly as he glanced at you too.

He placed his hands on his hips. "You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll come to the ship soon."

The woman left, and the man turned to you, his brows furrowed as he sighed.

“You need to run,” you nodded before he said anything. “I understand. It was nice to meet you. I had a wonderful time.”

He nodded, his lips forming a tight line. “I most likely need to leave Novyi Zem tonight, but I hope to see you again one day.”

You smiled at him. “Maybe we will.”

***

A small chase later and hiding from sight until sunset, you were crouching behind some boxes in the harbor, looking over ships. One ship in particular caught your attention, Volkvolny was carved with golden letters to the side of it, two people standing beside the plank.

“What about that one?” you nodded towards it as your eyes traveled up the mast. “It doesn’t have a flag, so…”

“It’s up for rent!” Alina finished for you, smiling as she stood up.

“What are you going to say to them if they recognise you?” Mal asked as he stood up along with you.

“They won’t,” Alina mumbled before clearing her throat, making the shu woman and the man to turn towards you. “We’d like to rent this ship. I can pay, it’s gold.”

They inspected the hair pin for a moment before nodding towards the plank. “Will do. Hurry up then, we’ll need to talk to the captain.”

***

As you were venturing towards the captain’s cabin, your attention got fixed on a small crest on the wall.

“Sturmhond?” you mumbled, looking around as if to wanting someone to confirm. “Huh.” 

You then ventured forward, realising you had been left behind, and soon heard voices from the end of the stairs. Alina, Mal, and third voice sounded oddly familiar too.

“...tear down the Fold?”

“Yes, I already have one amplifier, I need two more. Sea Whip and the Firebird.”

You stepped into the room, frowning as you recognised Sturmhond - the man who you had been spending time with at the market earlier.

“All three amplifiers?” Sturmhond’s eyes then shifted on you, who looked at him with wide eyes. “You?”

You blinked. “You?”

Mal frowned, looking between you two. “You know each other?”

Sturmhond scratched his neck sheepishly. “Well, not exactly.”

“We met at the market and… talked.” You nodded along, looking at your toes.

Alina huffed, crossing her arms as she smirked at you. “Talked?” You frowned at her, and she let out a small chuckle. “The way you’re acting feels like you didn’t ‘just’ talk.”

Sturmhond chuckled now too, looking at his map on the table. “That’s quite perceptive of you, Sun Summoner. I might have used my charm with her.”

Your eyes roamed the floor, trying to look everywhere but Sturmhond or your friends, somehow particularly embarrassed that you had been caught with your mini “crush”. If you can call it a crush, it was natural to have short lived crushes on people you talk with for ten minutes, at least that’s what Katja had told you back when you had yet to cross the Fold the first time. She had been trying to ease your fear by telling a story of how she had had a crush on Mikhail once, the same Mikhail who was so bad at flirting that he usually accidentally offended the girl. She had developed the crush and lost it after a few days without anything even happening between them, and you thought the same would happen to you after you wouldn’t see the guy ever again.

All of you were silent for a moment, before Alina spoke up again. “As I was saying - I’m intending to hunt down the Sea Whip and the Firebird to amplify my powers to tear down the fold. Will you and your crew will help us?”

***

Almost a year had gone by. Fold had been destroyed, Darkling had been killed and Nikolai had been pretending to be engaged to Alina. It was all an act, of course - behind the scenes, Alina loved Mal and you and Nikolai had become close in romantic sense. You spent a lot of your nights in his bed, cuddling and kissing with him and leaving before dawn so nobody at the palace would suspect anything going on. 

Your feelings had developed slowly, especially after you found out he’s a prince. It complicated things a lot, you thinking nobody would ever consider you being a proper princess. And after Vasily’s death, yet another barrier rose in front of you - if Nikolai ever married you, you’d become the Queen of Ravka. You, an otkazat'sya, a former tracker with no noble blood whatsoever. People would never understand if you were asked. Nikolai on the other hand, told you that the world is changing and people would learn to respect his love for whoever his Queen would be.

That day wasn’t coming anytime soon though. For now, you were content to be in Nikolai’s arms, feel him kiss the top of your head as you drifted asleep. You were happy to know he loved you and dreamed of the day you’d get to put on a gorgeous wedding dress and a tiara on your head as you’d walk along the aisle, finally being united with Nikolai. Someday, you wished for that to be true, for Nikolai to be right and you would indeed be embraced by Ravkan people once they’d see how much their King cares for you, and how gracious you would be to them.

You bumping into him at that market had led to something incredible - and you couldn’t wait what life had in store for you in the future.

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