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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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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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not how it was supposed to go (☆ / ♡)
→ Zoya's crush on the reader is becoming more and more obvious, how will she react when she sees them with another girl?
Maybe dumped wasn’t the right word for her current situation, since you two weren’t technically together. You had obvious chemistry, constantly flirting and spending time with each other, but none of you had yet dared to make the first move.
putty in your hands (♤ / ☆ / ♡)
→ When the new supposed Sun Summoner starts going on Zoya's nerves, the reader decides that it's time to cheer her up. But what happens when cheeky flirting turns into something more?
She sighed, eyeing you slowly, seemingly taking every inch of your body intently. Her eyes stopped as she met yours again. In the blink of an eye, you saw her face upside down, hovering over yours, never breaking eye contact.
the sun and her storm (☾)
→ The Apparat's cult is weird, but they wouldn't go as far as kidnapping the only known Sun Summoner, whilst knowing who their girlfriend is, would they?
The priest didn't budge from his spot, engaging in a tense conversation with Zoya, who was close to pushing him from his creaky wooden box. You didn't understand what they were saying, the casual chatter from the passing people overshadowing their talk.
i only want to be with you (♡)
→ After Genya's constant teasing reveals that the reader has a crush on somebody, Zoya gets slightly jealous.
A few weeks prior, you accidentally let it slip that you had a slight crush on a certain squaller, which seemed to not surprise your friend at all. Since then it became one of her most talked-about matters, effectively managing to drive you up against the wall. As soon as she realized that it wasn’t just a little innocent infatuation, but fully developed feelings towards your mutual friend, she didn’t want to let it go, constantly teasing or encouraging you to ask her out.
pages thumbed, heartstrings strummed(♡)
→ Zoya seems to be in the library more often than usual. What could be the reason for her sudden interest in the old tomes?
However, before you could even properly begin reading the book on amplifiers, you had planned on working through, the door opened again. A young woman with black hair and a blue kefta entered the room. You recognized her immediately.
the universe must have divined this (♡)
→ Zoya thinks the reader should dump her boyfriend.
At first, she considered leaving, knowing that she wouldn’t get any real chances to make a move on you. But when the friends you were currently with opted out to join the masses on the dance floor, you were left alone, still waiting for a man that wouldn’t show. Now it was her turn.
i don't need you (but oh i do) (☆ / ♡)
→ Zoya's and the reader's relationship is very unclear, causing her to deny even having feelings for her. When a certain Heartrender visits the Palace, things are bound to change.
"If you want me to." he smirked, "You're terribly tired because you didn't spend the night in your room. I knocked earlier and guess who I found inside? No one. I'm not quite sure whose room you slept in, but I think I have a sneaking suspicion of who it could be."
it's obvious i wanted to (☆)
→ Zoya can't admit that she likes the reader, and it starts getting difficult.
There was no point in denying that Zoya had developed feelings for you. No matter how hard she tried to push them away, to treat you just as a friend, she couldn’t deny that she liked you. Nikolai had already tried to convince her to confess at least a thousand times, but she knew that she wasn’t able to.
i'd marry you with paper rings (♡)
-> Zoya and the reader recall some of the most important incidents in their relationship.
“Do you still remember the night when we first met?” you asked, looking down at Zoya, who was currently laying in your lap, absent-mindedly fiddling with the fabric of your skirt.
you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding (☆)
→ Memories of a long-lost relationship start to resurface.
Without giving yourself time to think, you pulled it out from underneath the clutter, absent-mindedly brushing the dirt off and letting your fingers run over the intricate silver embroideries around the collar. It was slightly damaged from being worn on the battlefield and during training, but that only made it more real. It was her kefta.
gift-giving (♡)
→ Zoya really isn't a holiday person.
Zoya wasn’t a holiday type of person. She didn’t do feasts, celebrations, dancing or gift-giving. She didn’t dress up, she didn’t decorate and she certainly wasn’t one to be jolly or merry. Not even after a Genya-induced drinking spree would she sink down to the level of celebrating Christmas of all things. At least that’s what she told herself.
i need you more than you can ever know (☆ / ♡)
→ After a figuring out that she has feelings for the reader, Zoya decides to distance herself from her and their friendship with benefits. When a sudden accident causes more hurt than good, she finally comes clean.
The relationship you had was entirely and strictly platonic. You were co-workers that occasionally slept together when they needed some form of release, and that was everything there was to it. Until it wasn’t.
headcanons
zoya nazyalensky x f!reader dating headcanons (♡)
zoya nazyalensky x bookworm!reader headcanons (♡)
queen!zoya x fjerdan!reader arranged marriage headcanons (♡)
zoya nazyalensky x f!reader marriage headcanons (♡)
#zoya x reader#zoya nazyalensky x reader#zoya nazyalensky#zoya nazyalensky smut#zoya nazyanelsky#grishaverse fanfic#grishaverse headcanons#grishaverse x reader#grisha#shadow and bone x reader#shadow and bone headcanon#shadow and bone imagine#netflix shadow and bone#shadow and bone
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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.
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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
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Till Forever and Beyond
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NTZQbnm
by Thepotatowithahat
"If we met in any other lifetime, I would choose you every single time. You’re the love of my life, Matthias. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
After years of hardship, betrayal, love and forgiveness, Nina and Matthias finally get married. As Nina prepares to walk down the aisle, she reflects on all the moments that led her to her wedding day, and truly learns to value of love.
OR
Nina and Matthias's Wedding.
Words: 3449, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker, Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey, Isaak Andreyev, Zoya Nazyalensky, Nikolai Lantsov
Relationships: Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik, Inej Ghafa & Nina Zenik, Jesper Fahey & Nina Zenik, Wylan Van Eck & Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker & Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker & Jesper Fahey & Inej Ghafa & Matthias Helvar & Wylan Van Eck & Nina Zenik, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey & Inej Ghafa
Additional Tags: Marriage, Weddings, Wedding Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Fluff, Matthias Helvar Lives, Minor Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Wedding Night, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Minor Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Wedding Rings, Post-Canon, Not Canon Compliant, Happy Ending, Oneshot, Post-Canon Fix-It, they actually have a happy ending this time, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Song: The Swan, Light Angst, No Smut, No Sex, How Do I Tag, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Why Did I Write This?, I Tried, Cheesy, I Don't Even Know, ahhhh, I'm Bad At Tagging, Short One Shot, Not Nikolai Series - Leigh Bardugo Compliant, Helnik Week 2022, POV Nina Zenik, POV Third Person, Song: Work Song (Hozier), Sunsets, Simp Matthias Helvar, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, I Love You, Kissing
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NTZQbnm
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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.
Read now on AO3
#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
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After the meeting, Zoya intended to exit out the doors, hop on the carriage and go straight back to Os Kervo. As much as she wanted to pay her garden a visit, she couldn't stand the tension in the palace.
She was about to take a step out the door till a little Shu-looking boy with a pair of hazel eyes halted her path. "You're the dragon!" he enthusiastically exclaimed.
Zoya was lost for words. Dumbstruck by those once familiar eyes. She knelt to be level with the boy. "Yes, I am"
"Can you show me?" he asked wide-eyed. He looked so innocent. He radiated the same aura she had to live without.
She was aware of his presence nearby. It's been years yet the tether's still there, ever-present.
"Why yes, who am I to deny a prince?" She averted her gaze to the figure behind the young prince and there he was, the boy with the golden heart.
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in a wild turn of events that absolutely no one expected, I have actually finished something instead of starting 5 different things and leaving them all incomplete. anyhow please enjoy
as the morning comes
words: 997, ao3
blurb: "Nikolai, at this moment, has decided on two things: the first being that he is a hopelessly lost cause for Zoya Nazyalensky, and the second being that he does not think he will ever stop smiling again."
part one of a bunch of fluffy zoyalai oneshots ill post under the series waltz of four left feet
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Nikolai, at this moment, has decided on two things: the first being that he is a hopelessly lost cause for Zoya Nazyalensky, and the second is that he does not think he will ever stop smiling again.
“You’re ridiculous,” Zoya mutters from beside him, her head resting somewhere halfway between her pillows and the crook of his neck. “You’ve been grinning like a fool for the last few weeks .”
And perhaps he has been, but then again: Zoya. Beside him. So perfect he’s not quite sure she’s real. So he figures he’s rather justified in that respect. His grin widens further and she rolls her eyes, smacking him lightly with a pillow, a half-smile on her face, and Nikolai very nearly thinks the Fjerdans could drop a bomb on top of him right then and there and he wouldn’t give a damn.
She moves to stand but he snatches her wrist, pressing her knuckles against his lips. “It's early,” he complains.
“It’s thirty minutes past breakfast and twice that to our first meeting.”
“Saints.”
She tugs her hand away. “Indeed. Now get up,” she wrinkles her nose. “And put a shirt on.”
He sighs but sits up. “If I recall correctly, my dear, you are the reason my shirt is-” he flicks his gaze. “--halfway across the room?”
“If I recall correctly, as of last night you had not a single complaint about it,” she sniffs at him.
“And to that I very much still hold,” he agrees. “So if you would do me the minor favor of returning to bed-”
A rush of wind, then his vision is a pattern of crisscrossed white. He peels his shirt off his face to the sight of Zoya’s raised brow.
He shrugs, slipping into the linen garment. “It was worth a try.”
“Hm.” She tugs her kefta on, pulling her hair out from under the fabric and letting it fall in a cascade down her back. “To you, everything is.”
Nikolai slides off the bed, closing the gap between them in two strides until he stands directly behind her. He runs a hand through her hair, the other pulling a deep blue ribbon off the vanity. There again is the familiar scent of flowers as he combs the waves back, tying half up with the velvet and letting the rest fall freely. It's a simple task and a quick one, but he’s a fool for her, really, and he's sick of stealing moments and begging for time so he lets his fingers linger: twirling a lock of hair, a second too long against the shell of her ear, a brush along the back of her neck.
“Nikolai,” she sighs, but leans into his touch all the same. “We're going to be late.”
“Zoya,” he says patiently. “I don’t think either of us really cares.”
“This is serious.”
He’s given up the pretense of helpfulness and he’s doing nothing but holding her close and burying his face in her hair.
“Enough,” she says sternly, tugging herself free. “You are a ruler as well as a fool and we should have been on our way ten minutes ago.” a tiny wrinkle of her nose. “And you’ve done absolutely no favors for my hair.”
“Your hair has never needed favors, my dear.”
“If you think to flatter me into agreement–”
“Is it not working?”
“It is nothing I haven’t heard a million times already,” she says and he hears the challenge in the words, sees the small raise of her chin in the vanity mirror.
“Then I will tell you something you have never heard before,” Nikolai declares, making a show of clearing his throat. “Zoya, darling, light of my life, queen of my heart, most scaly of dragons, the saintliest saint of my soul–”
She rolls her eyes, and though he knows with his next words she may think him even more a fool than she already does he goes on anyway.
“I have never,” he says softly. “known the sun to be as bright as when I am with you.”
Zoya stills at his words.
“Or the rain to be so comforting or storms to be so familiar. I've never thought much of flowers but now, I can’t so much as walk past the quince trees without thinking of you. I’d fill every inch of Ravka with blossoms if you asked me to, because I have never loved anything, never known I could love anything as much as I love you and so I plead with you, my dear Zoya. Stay with me.” he murmurs into her hair. “Even just half an hour more.”
There’s a breath of silence in which he wonders if she’s about to laugh at him, slap him, or both, until Zoya turns in his arms, brow knit together and eyes filled with such softness that on her face it seems almost unreal, then her lips are pressed against his, kissing him, slow and deep, the echo of his words found in a motion. All he knows now, meeting be damned, is that to lose himself in her is the most natural thing in the world.
“You are insufferable, ” she says afterwards, so utterly devoid of spite he knows he’s all but won her over.
“And so I promise to be for the rest of our lives. Half an hour?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“ Fifteen –”
Zoya raises a finger to shush him. “Fifteen minutes, and after the meeting and everything else is accounted for, we will return and I will ensure you receive your,” she tilts her head. “--compensation.”
“On second thought, fifteen minutes sound lovely.”
And it is, really, as every second where he can hold her for a moment longer always is. Time may not stand still for them but he makes do; finds lifetimes in moments, infinities in the warmth of her hand. As he always will, he promises silently. As surely the moon glows and the sun rises, as surely as the morning comes.
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So I just wanted to do a thing about the upcoming posts:
Fairytale Chapter 3 - Kanej
Captains? Part 3/? - Ig
Just part 3, go read the rest
We were born sick - Zn
Request: Can you do the enemies to lovers trope with Zoya Nazyalensky? (also fem reader pls)
(based on this request but then I made a headcanon out of it instead!!! So this is kinda from this request but something totally different from my headcanon!)
Diagnosed Part 2 - The Crows
Request: Can you do a platonic crows x reader where the reader has an old friend group that she left behind when she moved to the barrel. One day her old friends show up at the slat and she starts spending time with them, which make the crows jealous.
(sorry if I have poor writing skills)
The ultimate lover's quarrel - Mh
Request: Can I please request an oneshot for Matthias Helvar x female reader where they get married to eachother, please? thank you so much!!
Bonding - Ls
Request: Hi! Could you do a liam stewart (the darkest minds) x fem reader imagine? Maybe something where the reader and liam knew each other before the whole sikness thing started (sorry i cant quite remember what its called lol) and she can control electricity and is helping the league and one day she helps around 4 kids break out of a camp but they are being followed so she drives to the nearest building which is an abandoned supermarket or something like that and there she and the 4 kids find liam, charles, zu and ruby who have also been hiding there. So they just start binding again but one day one of the 4 kids, a boy comes over and assaults the reader or something and liam gets super overprotective and stuff? Im very sorry if its too detailed... i kinda trailed off lol. have a wonderful day!
You come out to them as genderfluid and bisexual - The Crows as parents
Request: Heyy If you're still taking requests, can I request a one shot or headcanons (either fine your choice :)) for the Crows as parents? Maybe the kid comes out as genderfluid and bisexual? And how the react and maybe the kid is genuinely scared of coming out to them and maybe like they reassure them
We're everything On Our Own - Kb
Request: Hey I really love your writing! I was wondering if you could write a Kaz Brekker x reader and the reader is ace and the come out to him, cuz they know that he feels that he can’t give them the love and affection (in a sexual way) that he thinks he hey want/need and they tell him that they don’t mind him not being able to give them *sexual* because well they’re ace and that’s not something they want/need anyways so it works out fine? If not that’s totally fine. I hope you have a nice day :)
Chinok - Gs
Request: Hey, hope you are doing well during those tiring times! Do you think you could maybe write something for a male (thank you so much for this btw) squaller who is similar to Zoya (rather cold, badass) but madly in love with Genya? And he turns into a shy idiot when has to actually talk to her? Idk if this is fine with the canon pairing so feel free to ignore this!
#shadow and bone#grishaverse#six of crows#kaz brekker#upcoming fic#fanfiction#kaz brekker x reader#six of crows x reader#inej ghafa x reader#smut#headcanons#fic#fanfic#snippets#soulmate au#x reader#crooked kingdom#zoya nazyalensky#nikolai lanstov#jesper fahey x reader#my masterlist is pinned#harry potter#harry potter x reader#young sirius x reader#sirius black x reader#sirius black imagine#regulus black x reader#liam stewart#darkest minds#liam stewart x reader
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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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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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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 :))
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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
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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?
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