#Nina Romanov

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There is a popular quote attributed to Princess Xenia Georgievna about Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna, claiming that she was “‘frightfully temperamental,” “wild and rough”, and "cheated at games, kicked, scratched, pulled hair, and generally knew how to make herself obnoxious" - yet the letters between Xenia and Anastasia suggest they had a good, familial relationship - so, where did it come from?

Turn to Peter Kurth's book 'Anastasia: the life of Anna Anderson' - the title alone should give a hint at the context behind this quote! Page 202 states that:

"Although Xenia and [sister] Nina had left Russia in 1914, passing the war years with their mother in England, they both retained vivid memories of their “‘frightfully temperamental,” “wild and rough” cousin Anastasia, who cheated at games, kicked, scratched, pulled hair, and generally knew how to make herself obnoxious. “‘Anastasia was madly jealous of me because I was taller than she was,” Princess Nina recalled. “As the daughter of the Emperor she thought she ought by rights to tower over everyone.”"

So, one riddle is already solved: the much quoted note about Anastasia cheating "at games, kicked, scratched, pulled hair..." etc was not said directly by Xenia Georgievna, but rather was Kurth's interpretation and paraphrasing.

Kurth cites two sources here: the first, for Xenia, as being one of the two trials surrounding Anna Anderson in Hamburg. Hence, the quotes came from Xenia Georgievna's testimony to the court. The second, for Nina claiming that Anastasia was "madly jealous" because of her height is noted as coming from an "Interview with Princess Paul Chavchavadze (Princess Nina)" - Peter Kurth's own interview with Nina Georgievna.

Let's look closely at these two quotes.

Xenia's, saying that Anastasia was "wild and rough", came directly from a court setting, a legal testimony. As someone who knew Anastasia growing up, her opinion over the Anna Anderson affair would have been one of great interest. It's therefore quite likely that, in illustrating their apparent closeness as children to the extent that Xenia knew Anastasia's "wild" side, she was more reliable as a witness. This, of course, neglects to mention that Xenia and her sister departed Russia with their mother in 1914. They never got to see Anastasia mature into a teenager, whilst her tutors, close family, and entourage did - and they unanimously agreed that Anna Anderson could not have been Anastasia.

Similarly, Nina's quote about Anastasia's jealousy over her height appears to be somewhat accurate - Anastasia was indeed self-conscious about her height, writing in a letter to her father that she was very pleased to discover that she was taller than an officer that the sisters met. However, it also appears to be somewhat exaggerative.

For a more balanced perspective of Xenia and Nina, when they left Russia in 1914, they never saw their father again. He was shot by the Bolsheviks in 1919. No amount of money, status, or lavish upbringing can bring back a loved one: I don't think that it would be too drastic to say that, having lost her father to the Revolution, she was hopeful that there could be some hope that someone in their family might have escaped. Xenia, the younger child, just eleven years old when she saw her father for the last time, was unable to convince her elder sister that Anna Anderson was Anastasia.

Photo, left to right: Nina Georgievna, Anastasia Nikolaevna, Alexei Nikolaevich, Olga Nikolaevna, Tatiana Nikolaevna, Xenia Georgievna, Maria Nikolaevna

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Portrait of Princesses Xenia and Nina Georgievna of Russia, Philip de László. 1915.

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Granddaughters of Olga Konstantinovna, Queen of the Hellenes.

From left: Sophie, Katherine, Cecilie, Marina, Margarita, Xenia Georgievna, Theodora, Olga, Helen, Nina Georgievna, Elizabeth and Irene. There are only two missing: Maria Pavlovna the Younger (daughter of Olga's daughter Alexandra) and Eugenie (daughter of Olga's son George).

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Princess Nina Georgievna of Russia with her Greek cousin Princess Irene of Greece and Denmark, Corfu 1912 🌿🫧

Source: Ilya aka LastRomanovs on Flickr and Sledstvie on Instagram

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Grand Duke Georgiy Mikhailovich of Russia with his daughter, Princess Nina Georgievna.

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Princess Xenia Georgievna with her elder sister, Princess Nina Georgievna, 1914. 🌬🤍

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Princess Irina Alexandrovna with her cousin Princess Nina Georgievna looking slyly at Princes Andrei and Feodor Alexandrovich, early 1900s

(Source: Pinterest)

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Hi guys, I know it's been a while, but I'm back, and with new people who I'll be happy to write for you; here's my list!

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Enid Rhee, Michonne, Rosita, Simon, Abraham, Carol, Jesus "Paul", Shane, Sasha, Dwight, Beth

House MD:

Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman, "Thirteen"

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Jeff The Killer, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer, Hoodie, Masky, Liu, Sally

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Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, BeetleJuice

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Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Cat Adams, George Foyet

White Collar:

Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Alex Hunter, Diana Berrigan, Lauren Cruz, Clinton Jones

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IT (2017 and 2019):

Patrick Hockstetter, Henry Bowers, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Pennywise

Stranger Things:

Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Jonathon Byers, Jim Hopper, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler, Dr. Brenner, Argyle, Billy Hargrove

Once Upon a Time:

Rumplestiltskin, Emma Swan, Prince Charming, Snow White, Regina Mills, Henry Mills, Killian Jones, Baelfire, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Belle, August/Pinocchio, Ruby/Red, Zelena

Good Omens:

Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Anathema Device, Newton "Newt" Pulsifer, Beelzebub, Muriel

Avatar:

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Kiri (No smut), Lo'ak (No smut), Neteyam (No smut)

The Boys:

Homelander, Billy Butcher, Becca Butcher, Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, Mothers Milk, Queen Maeve, Starlight, A-Train, Deep, Black Noir, Firecracker, Kimiko "The Female", Ashley Barret, Ryan Butcher (No smut), Victoria Neuman, Soldier Boy

And that's it so far! I'll add more as I go, I swear <3

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The Von Pistohlkors, Half-Siblings to the Paleys - Alexander and Olga

When Olga von Pistohlkorsstarted her affair with Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich, she had been married since 1884 to Eric-Gerhard Augustovich von Pistohlkors, a Russian officer of German and Latvian origins. Throughout their marriage, the couple had four children:

Alexander Erikovich von Pistohlkors, born in 1885, a daughter named Olga who died when she was just a few months olga, Olga Erikovna von Pistohlkors, born in 1888 and Marianne Erikovna von Pistohlkors, born in 1890. They all played an important role in the lives of their half-siblings and, in some cases, even in the social circles of Tsarskoe Selo and Russian History, so here is an overview of their lives, starting with Alexander and Olga.

Alexander von Pistohlkors

Born on 6 June 1885 in Saint Petersburg, Alexander attended the prestigious Corps des Pages Academy (his father was an high-ranking official and ADC to Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich, which granted him access to this very exclusive school). In "Miss Daisy's Secret Russian Diary: 1916-1918 By Muriel delaHaye", written by the sister of the nanny to Alexander's daughters, she describes him:

As for the children's father, well, he has the most illustrious reputation as an army officer and is often talked about in our house. He is very well known for his bravery but is also well known as very fierce and cruel. They say he shot eighty-five Latvian rebels with his own hands! When the war began he enlisted in the famous 'Wild Division' under General Kornilov and has been to the furthest point reached by the Russian troops, so now he has done two years of battles in the most terrible conditions. Ida says he is always quite jovial when she sees him. I suppose he is glad to be back home to see his 3 little daughters. His background is quite a topic of conversation in our house with Nina Michaelovna and is well known by most people in Petrograd. He is the son of Captain Eric von Pistolkors, an army captain and aide de camp to the Grand Duke Vladimir, the Tsar's uncle. His mother, Olga Valerianova, caused a huge scandal many years ago, when she began a love affair with another uncle of the Tsar, Grand Duke Paul. Captain Eric von Pistolkors was left with a choice of resigning his commission and leaving the army or divorcing his wife who was already pregnant with the Grand Duke's child. He chose the latter.

Alexander and his sister Marianne von Pistolkors were brought up in Tsarskoe Selo, he at the Military Academy, whilst Olga and Grand Duke Paul were banished from Russia by the Tsar. They had what is called a morganatic marriage without permission from the Tsar and Grand Duke Paul lost his position, his income and his right to live in Russia, until shortly before the war began in 1914 when they were allowed to return. They spent their years of exile in Paris. Olga was created Princess Paley and their son, Vladimir, who could not take the Romanov name is now known as Prince Paley. They built a huge house, that is a palace, in Tsarskoe Selo, which they filled with antiques and paintings collected in Paris where they had lived with their two younger daughters Natalie and Irene. The ballroom of this palace is now turned into a workroom where Olga presides over ladies making gifts and presents for the troops. Ida takes the three girls there to see their grandmother. The Grand Duke Paul was a widower at the time of their marriage, with two children, Marie and Dmitri, from his first marriage to Princess Alexandra of Greece who died in childbirth. Because the name von Pistolkors sounded too German, they dropped the 'von' in much the same way that Petersburg became Petrograd when the war started. Somehow, you see, they are all related, either by blood or marriage, to the Tsar and to what ever goes on in Tsarskoe Selo.

He was married to Alexandra Taneyeva, the sister of Anna Vyrobova (the close confident and lady-in-waiting to Empress Alexandra). They had three daughters: Tatiana, born in 1910 (Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna was her godmother), Olga, born in 1912 (Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna was her godmother) and Alexandra, born in 1914.

Much like Anna Vyrobova, Alexander and Alexandra (or Sana) were admirers of Rasputin and even appear in one of the most widely known photographs of one of his gatherings. Sana in particular was in constant contact with him and he apparently helped her get through a period of melancholy somewhere around 1914-15. (Fun fact: Marianne, Alexander's youngest sister, was wholly opposed to Rasputin and was even present when he was murdered in 1916, so family reunions must have been fun).

This relationship is detailed in the book "Rasputin- Faith, Power, and the Twilight of the Romanovs" by Douglas Smith:

Anna introduced her sister, Alexandra (known as Sana), to Rasputin and she too, along with her husband, Alexander Pistolkors (as of 1908). joined the growing ranks of his followers. The Russian archives preserve her pleading telegrams to Rasputin-

24 July 1910. From Petersburg to Rasputin in Pokrovskoe. Am ill. I beg for your help. I want to live. Sana.

1 November 1910. From Petersburg to Rasputin in Pokrovskoe. I'm in pain. Bedridden. Am terribly afraid. Please pray for me. Sana.

Alexander Pistolkors' aunt Lyubov Golovina (née Karpovich) and her daughter Maria (known as Munya) were also introduced around this time to Rasputin and became devoted disciples as well. Alexander's mother, however, Princess Olga Paley, and her second husband, Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich, Alexander's stepfather, could not abide Rasputin, nor could Paul's son, Grand Duke Dmitry Pavlovich, one of Rasputin's murderers. To complicate matters still, Alexander's sister, Marianna Pistolkors (m. Derfelden), was extremely close with her stepbrother Dmitry and shared his views about Rasputin. Some later claimed she was even present at his murder. Rasputin divided families as well as the entire country.

Alexander, his wife and children fled Saint Petersburg and settled in Finland in 1916. They later divorced and Alexander married another woman.

Olga von Pistohlkors (Kreutz)

Olga von Pistohlkors seems to have been the most discreet of her siblings. She was born in 1888 and married Count Alexander Belzig von Kreutz in 1906, being known henceforth as Countess Olga Kreutz.

There isn't much information about her other than the fact that she had two children (Alexander - who was Olga Paley's first grandchild - and Olga), she was a follower of Rasputin and attended a few of his meetings. She doesn't seem to have as much scandal attached to her as her younger sister Marianne, but her name does come up in a letter Empress Alexandra sent Tsar Nicholas II where it's implied that the Empress didn't particularly enjoy being in her company (So foolish & tactless to ask. If we liked we might call upon him to congratulate but not like this, with Babake & Olga Kreutz, & the Countess).

When the political situation got complicated in Saint Petersburg, she fled with her family to Sweden and her mother Olga lived in her apartment with Irina and Natalia in order to be closer to the prison where Grand Duke Paul had been arrested.

In exile, she divorced her first husband and, in 1922 remarried Prince Sergei Kudashev.

[dancingsunflowers-ocs]

𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝘽𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮

Avalen Romanov ✸ Matthias Helvar ship

-She was there the day that Matthias’ village burned to the ground. When his entire family was killed.

-She was so young, but her training was about to begin, and she needed to be shown what it meant to be Inferni. She did not like what she was shown.

-She joins The Darkling and his cause in hopes to be free, in hopes of a better world, and is sent off with Nina Zenik to help more Grisha escape Ravka.

-But when they are captured by druskelle, she cannot help but recognize one boy who had haunted her nightmares for years.

-Enemies to Lovers Trope

Tagging: @daughter-of-melpomene and @manyfandomocs 💕

[writing-by-night]

Intro Post

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Hi, I’m Ani. I’m a writer, sometimes it’s good and sometimes it’s bad but it’s generally at least funny

Fandoms & Characters I write for:

MCU/Marvel

Particularly:

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier/White Wolf

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Agatha Harkness

Rio Vidal

Lilia Calderu

Billy Kaplan-Maximoff/Teen

Peggy Carter/Agent Carter/Captain Carter

Six of Crows

Specifically:

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

Wylan Hendricks(Van Eck)

Jesper Fahey

Nina Zenik

Matthias Helvar

Hanna Brum

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Ships I’ll Write(if not listed, feel free to ask) - Kanej, Helnik, Wesper, Hanna Brum x Nina Zenik, Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal, WinterWidow, Romanrogers, Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett, Stucky, Valcarol, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov, Carol Danvers x Maria Rambeau, Cartinelli

Some of my favorite non-romantic things to write(still request! This is just a lot of my favs) - Irondad, Spidermom, Carol Danvers & Natasha Romanov, Billy Kaplan-Maximoff & Agatha Harkness, Lilia Calderu & Billy Maximoff, Carol Danvers & Steve Rogers, Nina Zenik & Inez Ghafa, Jesper Fahey & Nina Zenik, Jesper Fahey & Inej Ghafa

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First Bench Pt.5 (TW)

Summary: With exams coming up, you withdraw from everyone, including your family, and it takes a toll on you. Zoya tries comforting you to the best of her capabilities, but after you keep pushing her away, she gets fed up and confronts you.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Breakdown, stress, crying, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of an attempt at self harm.

First Part

Second Part

Third Part

Fourth Part

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Exam season. You dreaded it. Were you smart? Of course you were. Were you human? Unfortunately, yes. Naturally the stress of having to get good marks was pressurising you, and honestly, with the whole issue with Zoya, it was getting worse.

It had been two weeks since the party now. Since then, you had been cold and curt with Zoya, ignoring her unless she made one of her usual comments, or just to gloat about your marks at her.

“Hey,” Nina said softly that morning as she entered class. You had a huge headache and you were stupid enough to make the decision to ignore it and came to school. “How’re you feeling?”

“My head is killing me,” you groaned. “I feel like I have a hangover.”

“Morning, Brekker,” Zoya said, smacking your head gently with her book as usual. “Had too much to drink last night? You look awful.”

“I know I still look better than you, Nazyalensky,” you snapped. “Keep to yourself if you know what’s good for you.”

Zoya rolled her eyes, hurt pinging in her heart. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since you both had last spoken decently to each other. She kept trying to make it like before, but she couldn’t. All you did was snap at her rudely and then ignore her.

“Still crushing your heart?” Nina raised a brow. “And clearly crushing hers in the process?”

You scoffed, “She has no heart. Let it go.”

“Alright,” shrugged the girl. She handed you some headache pills and said, “Have these when you feel the headache coming in stronger, okay?”

You nodded, distracted. You were already calculating what all you were supposed to do that day after your tutoring session with Zoya. Cover the last history chapter, do a bit of math, redraw your maps for practice and so much more.

“Everyone,” the teacher called for your attention, “I hope you have been working hard on your project work, because it’s due in two days, so just a heads-up.”

“Is your mediocre work ready, Nazyalensky?” You asked, looking at her. “I need to add it to my far better work and edit it more, obviously.”

“Oh please,” Zoya scoffed. “Calling my work mediocre would make your work trash, Brekker.”

You shrugged, “My grades display otherwise.”

“Saints, something went seriously wrong between them,” Nikolai mumbled to Mal, who was sitting on the seat beside him. “I miss the playful banter.”

“Me too,” admitted the other boy. “I wish they’d just admit their feelings to each other, honestly.”

“Never gonna happen,” Alina turned around and said to them. “They’re both stubborn donkeys.”

—Time Skip—

“Y/n, come on, it’s time for dinner,” Nina said that evening as you sat at your tiny desk, studying hard. You had only just come home from your tutoring session with Zoya, tension-filled as usual.

“I’ll eat later,” you dismissed her with a wave of your hand.

She sighed. You had been doing this for days now. They all would eat together, while you slaved away at your desk without a break. At times one of them would go to the living room at two a.m to see you with a lamp on the dining table, your books strewn about there while you memorised something quietly. You hadn’t spent more than twenty minutes that week with them, and it was beginning to worry them all.

You got up and moved your things out of the room when Nina and Inej went to bed after having studied for a little while, and sat down at the dining table with a cup of coffee Mrs Romanov handed to you.

You were stressed. Far too stressed. In the night time you were holed up at your desk, in the day you were tired and irritable, your body taut with effort and exertion.

Sometimes when you couldn’t remember something, you would nearly break down into tears. You had to make sure you got top marks. Your reputation was at stake. You thought that if you didn’t, the others would think you were a failure and that your scholarship was a waste.

Zoya noticed everything. She noticed how you didn’t come to lunch in the cafeteria, how you were always taking a nap in you spare time between lessons, how your beautiful eyes now had bags under them, and how you were getting progressively more irritable in your tutoring sessions.

One day, everyone had a free period because the teachers were all called to the principal’s office for an urgent staff meeting. While everyone milled about and chatted with their friends, played small games with each other, and just had fun, you were quietly reading your textbook, politely turning down any invitations given to you to join them all.

You were covering geography, and there was a part you were quizzing yourself with. Suddenly, your mind went blank and you couldn’t remember a single thing of what you had memorised.

Impossible. You had memorised nearly the whole book!

You started mumbling the start of the answer again and again, but the rest was just not coming to you. Panic seized your whole body. The exams were in five days, you could not blank out now!

You slipped out of the classroom, hopefully unnoticed and went to the bathroom to try to compose yourself. However, you weren’t as discreet as you thought you had been, because just as you left the classroom, Zoya noticed and followed soundlessly behind.

You reached the bathroom and splashed water on your face, but the voices which were already whispering in your head were louder now.

It was such an easy chapter, you don’t deserve to get the marks you have.

So pathetic, you will never be as good as Zoya or Inej, or anyone for that matter.

So far it’s been easy. You’re too dumb to do this.

You should’ve stayed in Kerch and let Pekka gut you clean like a fish.

You’re such a failure. Always have been.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, your hand going into your pocket as the other gripped the basin tightly, while your breathing picked up. You felt for the small pocket knife you always carried, and finally extracted it from the fabric of your jacket.

“God, I’m a failure,” you sobbed softly, your legs feeling weak. You backed up against a wall and slid to the floor, your knees up against your chest as you dissolved into a panic attack slowly and painfully.

“Brekker, what in the name of the Saints are you-“ Zoya froze upon seeing your sobbing figure, and felt her heart stop in her chest as her eyes landed on the open pocketknife in your hand as well as your rolled up sleeve.

“Hey,” she said in a far gentler tone, trying to catch your attention as your chest heaved and your pale hands quaked. “Brekker, come on, look at me.”

“Z-Zoya?” Your eyes finally focused on her. “I can’t breathe, Saints I can’t breathe…”

“I know, I know,” she grabbed your hands in hers and gently rubbed her thumbs over the backs of them hesitantly. “Try breathing with me, come on.”

You nodded, the voices a little less loud in your ears now. She guided you through your panic attack, her voice slowly overpowering the ones in your head till they were once more just whispers.

Zoya’s heart was pounding in her chest. Sure, you were having a panic attack, but you said her name. You called her by her name for the first time. Not Nazyalensky. You called her Zoya.

“Feeling better?” She asked, her hands still in yours as she knelt in front of you. You didn’t reply and she frowned in concern, “Y-Y/n?”

You snapped out of your thoughts immediately, your heart fluttering again. No, you can’t. You crushed the feeling again, just how you had been doing these last few weeks.

“Did-did you just call me Y/n?” You whispered nonetheless, shocked.

“Um,” she panicked and shook her head, “I figured I’d grace you with that gift now that you addressed me by my first name.”

“We’re on a first name basis now?” You sniffled with a raised brow. Your walls went up around your heart again. You would not fall for her. You refused to.

“Seems like it?” She smiled, hoping things were back to normal.

“You wish, Nazyalensky,” you spat, standing up. “Leave me alone, thanks. And don’t breathe a word about this to anyone.”

She scowled, “You’re such an ungrateful asshole, Brekker. I helped you with that panic attack, and you have the gall to talk to me like I’ve violated you or something!”

“I didn’t need your help!” You exclaimed, fear gripping your heart in a chokehold.

I can’t let this happen. No, no, no.

“Really?” She scoffed. “You didn’t need my help? You were about to fucking cut yourself, and you’re telling me you didn’t need help?”

“Not from you,” you seethed.

“Fuck you, Brekker,” she scowled and opened the door to the bathroom.

“Get out of my face, Nazyalensky,” you replied.

That hurt. That one hurt her so badly, Zoya wanted to cry. She genuinely wanted to make sure you were okay, but all you did was push her away. All you did was act nasty towards her, and it was pissing her off.

“Watch me, Brekker,” she mumbled to herself. “I will find out what the hell is going on in that dumbass head of yours.”

She called Nina to her desk as she reached class and said softly, “Nina, could you please make sure Brekker’s okay? She’s been acting up lately.”

Nina sighed, “She’s not an easy person when she gets stressed. She’s been acting up with us as well. I think it’s the exams.”

“Maybe. Just…just take care of her, okay? I’m worried,” Zoya admitted. Seeing Nina’s knowing gaze she hastily added, “Because I need my opponent to be healthy for competition, obviously.”

“Whatever, Zoya,” laughed the girl as she walked away.

—Time Skip—

You sat silently with Zoya that evening in the library. It was completely deserted today, everyone went home early to study, clearly.

“Brekker,” she said, hitting you over the head with her pencil as you nearly dozed off again. “Focus.”

“I am focusing, Nazyalensky,” you snapped. “Saints, maybe if you didn’t drone on like a boring priest, I’m sure I could focus properly.”

“Well maybe if you stopped stressing out so much, maybe you might find my boring, priestlike droning useful,” she replied, her brow raised.

Honestly, you were really so trying sometimes. Her patience was wearing thin.

“Saints, why did Reznik have to shove us together?” You grumbled under your breath, but she heard it in the silence of the library.

She’d had enough now.

“Alright, that’s it,” she threw down her pencil onto her book and glared at you. “It has been two weeks since the…incident, and all you have been towards me is vile, hateful, and angry. What the hell is going on with you? I have tried to be nice, hell I tried to help you through your panic attack, but what the fuck did I do to earn this much hate?”

You shook your head and stood up with a stack of reference books in hand to put them back. “Don’t read into it, Nazyalensky.”

She stood up and followed you, saying, “You have been distant from me, from your friends, everyone! Why?”

You continued putting books in their places, moving around to find the empty spot where the right ones were. “None of your business,” you said curtly.

She breathed in deeply, tamping her frustration down. “Brekker, as much as I hate to say it, I’m worried about you. That panic attack in the bathroom today was no little thing.”

You felt your hand clench into a fist and tried not to cry. “Please don’t mention my episodes of anxiety. Besides, it wasn’t that bad. I could’ve managed.”

Zoya resisted the urge to slap you silly. “Wasn’t that bad? Brekker, I walked in to see you almost put a knife to your arm. That, in case you didn’t know, is called self-harm. People get professional help for that sort of thing,” she put a hand on your wrist, making you unclench your fist. Her voice was soft, concerned as she continued, “Please, Brekker, talk to someone, if not me. I get why you won’t talk to me. But for Saint’s sake, get some help.”

You hated it when people talked to you that way. With that false concern in their voices. Saying ‘talk to someone’. You were fine. At least, you thought you were. Wasn’t stress normal?

“No,” you said forcefully, shaking her hand off your wrist. “Keep your false concern to yourself, Nazyalensky.”

Saints, you craved her skin on yours again, but you couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

Zoya caught your arm and pulled you to face her, risking a punch to the face. You looked angry. Genuinely angry at her. But she didn’t care.

“Who hurt you?” She asked, her dark eyes gleaming with something you didn’t know. “Who the hell hurt you so badly, that you decided to hurt yourself? That you ended up hurting others around you? Those who love you? Nina, Inej, Kaz, the whole lot of them are worried sick, Brekker! I have been worried sick!”

Your angry expression melted away, and your blazing eyes filled with tears which you tried to keep at bay. Your breath rattled in your chest as you turned away from her, saying softly, “It doesn’t matter.”

Exasperated, Zoya exploded at you, “It does matter, Y/n! You matter! People care about you so much, and—“ she tried making sure her voice didn’t crack with desperation, but failed. “I care about you!”

“Y-you-you called me ‘Y/n’ again,” you whispered, tears sill brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill. The same shock which held your heart in a fist in the bathroom earlier came back.

Your name sounded beautiful coming from her lips…

“Saints damn it all,” Zoya whispered under her breath. She looked back at you and hesitantly took the books from your hand and placed them on a pile nearby.

She held your hands in hers slightly, just curling her palms around your fingers, as she said, “I care about you so much, Y/n. I-I love you, and-and seeing you so hurt makes my heart ache terribly for some reason. I-I just want you to be okay. Since the day you walked into that damned classroom, I have been madly in love with you, and I don’t know what to do because you clearly hate me.”

Your voice was barely a whisper as you looked down, heart racing as the tears welled up more in your eyes, blurring your vision. “I don’t hate you…”

“Then why have you been acting like it?” She sounded hurt, and it made your heart break.

Down came the walls, crumbling to rubble as you let the tears fall. You shook your head, saying, “I got scared, Zoya. I got so fucking scared. I was scared you were going to use me to get ahead, I was scared that if we even did happen, I’d lose you too quickly,” the tears weren’t stopping, and your hands grew shaky as the emotions overwhelmed you. “I was scared that-that I love you so much, I would scale a mountain, cross an ocean, and kill a thousand men just to hold your hand and kiss your lips.”

She dropped your hands and held your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

Saints, those dark, dark eyes…you loved her eyes so much. Her touch was so gentle, you wanted more.

“I would never use you, Y/n,” she said, pulling you closer to her, holding your head in her palms so carefully that you felt it was a dream. “I would cut my hands off before before I’d even think of using you to get ahead. Honestly, you matter more than just some number on a sheet. And I mean that both in my context and in yours. You always matter more.”

She was so close, just a little further and you could kiss her.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m so, so sorry, Zoya, for pushing you away. I was foolish to think that by withdrawing from you, my feelings would go away. It only made them stronger.”

Zoya felt a nervous knot in her stomach as she spoke the next words. “Y/n Brekker, top scorer of the Little Palace High School, may I have the privilege of being yours?”

Your heart leapt and raced so fast in your chest, yo we’re positive it was echoing in the library like a drumbeat. “Zoya Nazyalensky, second best scorer of the Little Palace High School, yes you may.”

“Really?” She smiled, her face glowing with happiness.

Your gaze skirted down to her lips and back to her eyes. “Saints, you have the most gorgeous eyes,” you admitted with a blush.

She laughed softly, a sound which filled you up with warmth so much that you wanted to just put it in a jar and keep it with you forever. “Do I, now?”

Your shy side came through, as you nodded, blushing redder. “Yeah.”

“Honestly, for someone so intimidating, you are so cute,” she chuckled.

“Saints, Zoya,” you said, flustered.

Zoya loved how you said her name. She loved how you said it so gently, as if it were a porcelain doll which could break at even the slightest bit of force.

She moved back and picked up the pile of books on the floor, putting them away as your brain processed what all just transpired.

Your feet moved without you controlling them, and Zoya turned around to see you standing behind her. “Saints, Brekker,” she chuckled. “You move like a cat. Soundless and-mph!” Her statement was muffled as you caught her by the waist and pressed your lips to hers, desire having taken over you.

Your mind went back to two weeks ago, in Nikolai’s library, where the kisses had been heated, lustful, and slightly sloppy. This time her lips were soft on yours, like a feather’s touch on your skin. Her hands cupped your face and she kissed back with a gentle force, smiling a little against your lips.

Your heart raced and your mind went blank again, and your thoughts only echoed one word.

Zoya, Zoya, Zoya.

When she pulled away panic seized you as you blushed and apologised profusely.

“I am so sorry, I should’ve asked first, I really don’t know what I’m doi-“ she caught you by the face again and pulled you in, kissing you softly to shut you up. Slowly, she backed you up against the bookshelf, your arms around her waist again, pulling her impossibly closer. Her body was flush against yours, and the only sound was that of the steady ticking of the library clock.

She pulled away, and your chests heaved with the desire for air.

“You’re not bad at kissing, I admit,” you giggled, your cheeks red.

Zoya’s cheeks were daintily dusted with pink, and she moved back to go towards the table.

“Come on now,” she said with a small smile, “Back to work.”

—Time Skip—

You came back home beaming, looking so happy that Kaz and the others paused eating to stare at you.

“You look stupidly happy,” said your brother. “Who’s got you grinning like an idiot?”

Jesper nudged him, “Zoya, obviously,”

You blushed and giggled at the sound of her name, making Nina slam her palms on the table, grinning madly, “You kissed her, didn’t you?!”

You giggled again and went to the kitchen, grabbing a plate for yourself, “Maybe….” You replied in a dreamy tone.

They all gasped collectively, and Nina and Jesper both squealed in excitement. “YOU KISSED HER!!”

You sat next to Inej, still blushing profusely as the thought of her lips on yours returned to you. “I’m sorry if I pushed you guys away…”

“No matter about that,” said Matthias, “We all know your academics matter a lot to you.”

“Exactly! You do this every time you get stressed, it’s not new,” said Wylan.

“I’m proud of you, Y/n,” said Kaz with a small smile.

“We need the gory details,” giggled Inej, resting her head atop yours.

You grinned and nodded, “Anything for my sisters.”

In the room, Inej and Nina sat on your bed while you narrated the entire incident in detail, squealing constantly till Mrs Romanov scolded you all to go to sleep.

��Time Skip—

The next day dawned appropriately bright, and you entered class with a spring in your step which everyone noticed.

“Y/n Brekker is back, everyone!” Announced Nikolai with an impish grin. “Good to see you smiling again, love.”

They were all around his desk, Alina sitting in Mal’s lap while the rest sat atop other desks in a loose circle.

“Never call me that again, Niko,” you grinned, ruffling his hair as you pulled up a chair to sit in, after putting your bag on your desk. “But yes, I’m back.”

You were laughing at something when you felt someone kiss the top of your head and whisper, “Good morning, darling,” in your ear.

Everyone went silent as Zoya sat in your lap, making herself comfortable.

“What?” She asked, brow raised at everyone.

“You and her…” Genya grinned. “Did you guys-“

“Yeah,” you nodded with a smile, wrapping your arms protectively around her waist.

“I NEED A BOOK ON THIS,” Nikolai loudly said, making everyone laugh as they congratulated you.

“It’s about time,” Alina chuckled. “We were getting tired of the constant banter.”

You chuckled and rested your head against Zoya’s back, smiling softly as she leaned into your touch

She was competition, yes.

But you loved her for it.

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Correction: this wasn’t the end. SiKe <3

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed it <3 special shout-out to @hungergames-who for being my biggest supporter in this <3 Please feel free to ask for imagines <3

[xscrilege]

 ❝  nina dobrev. cis woman. she/her.  ⸻ my oh my, it seems  KATYA  ROMANOV   was spotted around the city  listening  to  OFF TO THE RACES   by  LANA DEL REY. usually , they spend their days  at  MA MAISON  working as  HOSTESS/WAITRESS.  between you and i, the  32  year old  HUMAN  is avoided for being  RESTLESS. but once you get to know them , you will find that also have the tendency to be pretty  PASSIONATE  as well .  can’t help but wonder if there’s more to their story , especially when they are hiding something … In city full of life and darkness , something is brewing within the shadows … and with them being A  CIVILLIAN  , the city will certainly live up to its name. ⸻

001.    GENERAL INFORMATION.

OFFICIAL  NAME ﹕  katya romanov.

NICKNAMES  +  ALIASES ﹕ kat , the cursed one , princess.

D.O.B ﹕ septermber 21st.

AGE ﹕  32.

GENDER ﹕ cis woman.

PRONOUNS ﹕  she+her.

SEXUALITY ﹕  bisexual.

PLACE  OF  BIRTH ﹕  unknown.

ZODIAC  SIGN ﹕  virgo.

FINANCIAL  STATUS ﹕  lower-middle class.

OCCUPATION ﹕  hostess / waitress at ma masion.

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN ﹕  english , russian , bulgarian , german , french.

002.    PHYSICAL TRAITS.

HAIR  COLOR ﹕ brown.

EYES ﹕  light brown.

HEIGHT ﹕  5' 6''.

BUILD ﹕  hour-glass / athletic.

TATTOOS ﹕  n/a.

PIERCINGS ﹕  ears.

SCARS ﹕  n/a.

SPECIES﹕  human ( cursed ).

SCENT ﹕ lavender , evergreen woodsy , and vanilla absolute.

003.    MENTAL ANALYSIS.

POSITIVE  TRAITS ﹕ passionate , playful.

NEGATIVE  TRAITS ﹕ sarcastic , restless.

LIKES ﹕ reading , learning about the ocean , sea animals ( sea turtles ).

DISLIKES ﹕ being treated as if she's a rose that needs to be behind glass.

MORAL ALIGNMENT ﹕ true neutral .

TEMPERAMENT ﹕ sanguine.

DEADLY SIN ﹕ lust.

ELEMENT ﹕ darkness.

PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE ﹕ visual-spatial.

EMOTIONAL STABILITY﹕ good.

ALCOHOL USE﹕ socially.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?﹕ when provoked.

DRIVES / MOTIVATIONS﹕ herself , those she loves.

004.    FAMILY.

MOTHER ﹕ unknown.

FATHER ﹕ unknown.

SIGNIFICANT  OTHER ﹕  n/a , but has a mate ( cassius ).

005.    BIOGRAPHICAL DATA.

⸻ a face like katya's is hard to forget even without the curse placed on her. A beauty like no other , in katya's first life fell in love with what her people called A MONSTER. oh, but when is a monster not a monster ? when you love it. and she did ... which costed her life , a curse , and 4 more lifetimes of falling in love with the very same monster every thousand of years .

⸻ and yet , something went wrong this time even before she was reborn. 500 years too early , Katya was born and lived in a one room with her mother. a coven , holding them captive until one day the two of them managed to escape, where they would eventually end up being helped by a priest yet still live in poor conditions. One night when she was 6 years old , her mother was gone and when it got dark out , katya sneaked out to look for her and she eventually found her almost dead while trying to drag herself back to her.

⸻ because the priest was fond of them yet did not have much , he did give her a proper funeral but could not take care of katya and With no living relatives, she was placed in the state care system and lived with foster families. After spending some time in a children's home she was taken in by the first couple who had seen her, who quickly returned her. yet never said why.

⸻ this would happen constantly until an old woman ( a witch ) noticed her and adopted her. Yrsa, who sometimes taunted that katya was cursed but never explained why or what kind. Rambles of an old woman , but she was grateful for her because despite her harsh and grumpy ways , Yrsa was fond of the girl and katya always loved sitting under the piano while her the old woman practiced.

⸻ eventually age would catch up to the woman as she would fall ill, when katya turned 23. Quitting college, and getting a job to pay for medical bills , katya never minded as she was always wanted to pay he back and for 6 years , she did . Yrsa died peacefully in her sleep the day after christmas .

⸻ Ever since Yrsa died Katya suffered from nightmarish sleepwalking episodes in which she screamed the words "INFERNIS" , "CASSIUS" , "DEATH" , among many more . In her dreams, katya sees different versions of herself and a dark figure, who was calling her back to the city of infernis. Her adopted relative at the time had taken her to numerous doctors, but no amount of therapy or medicine helped Katya's illness because her condition , unknown to her , was supernatural.

⸻ Her sleepwalking fugues became more and more dangerous, until she was found preparing to throw herself off the edge of a cliff one night . her adopted cousin at the time rushing out to save her before she threw herself. It was then that she decided to leave to Infernis. Leaving her adopted relative the home she grew up in with yrsa.

⸻ having been a year and a half since her arrival , katya some times still suffers from sleepwalking but it's not as dangerous as they were before. she feels a pull in the city. as if she's searching for something or someone. answers she hasnt even thought of the questions for .

⸻ katya runs high on life. She is energetic, totally carefree and adventurous. She is a hopeless romantic and gets along with people very well but when she feels threatened or the need to protect she will lash out. Katya is quite intelligent and quick-witted, though she never tried very hard in school and mostly used her brains to outsmart the teachers before dropping out. Although she's sweet on the surface, she isn't afraid of breaking the rules and will do anything to protect those she loves, even if it at the expense of others.

[romanovsonelastdance]

Maria Georgievna and her daughter Nina with Queen Alexandra and Princess Victoria.

[bigmack2go]

Ginger characters are cat people.

Peter shaw? Cat guy. Motherfucker has 27 cats and 8 additional ones that aren’t his but somehow live at his place. (His first cat is named zooma. Idk but i just wanted to inform everyone of that fact)

Lily evans? Cat. Girl.

Albert da silva? Now if that man isnt a cat person idk what he is!

Grace augustine??? If she was a villain she’d turn in her chair and guess what would be in her lab? A fucking cat. She loves cats. She took a cat to pandora i have now decided. And even in cannon i just know that she would have if she could have.

Nina zenik? Queen fucking lives for cats and i will hit u and sell u to a salvor if you disagree.

Even fucking strawberry shortcake is a cat person and u can’t convince me otherwise

Hinata???? Loves cats. Fuck u

Natasha romanov? is the most cat person ive ever seen! She’ll bee all like bad bitch and tough but u hand her a cat and she wilk get worse than a fucking third grader IM TELLING U

Fundy? I mean come on he’s literally a fox! Ofc he loves cats! And so does sally!

Max motherfucking mayfield? She used to hate cats then she accidentally rescued one and it wouldn’t stop following her after that and thats when she started KINDA liking them but within three days the cat had her whole heart and was the only reason for her to keep living

Peter. Pan. ? Hates dogs that’s for sure

The little screaming kid from the beginning of newsies? Nah that guy has begged his dad for two cats SO much that he actually got them and against all odds he actually cared for them.

Neil j?? Biggest cat lover!

Annaliese from half bad a d o r e s cats?!!!

[humansbuttheyarenations]

Okay, so:

Welcome to the humanised countries AU!

And no, this isn't Hetalia.

It's BETTER, if I do say so myself(lmao).

Basically, it's a mix between Hetalia and Countryhumans, so you get the best and worst of each fandom.

Now, the countries themselves.

This is a list that’s being updated continuously, so all subject to change.

Argentina: Bruno Sanchéz/Alejandra Laurier

Austria: Felix Lothringen

Austria-Hungary: Maximillian Habsburg/Emilia Habsburg-Hohenzollern

Australia: Kyle Windsor/Grace Takahashi

Belarus: Nina Sanchéz-Romanov

Belgium: Christine Baumgartner/Francois Laurier

Bosnia: Amar Petrović

Brazil: Antônio Santos/Francisca Sanchéz

Bulgaria: Aleksandra Berzina

Canada: Jackson Windsor/Emma Sanchéz

Chile: Martina Andersson

Croatia: Nika Sepp

Cuba: Alejandro Sanchéz

Cyprus: Kyrenia Becker

Czechia: Tomáš Novák

Denmark: Kevin Jensen

Estonia: Kiira Järvinen/Mattias Sepp

Finland: Timo Järvinen/Kristiina Windsor

France: Michèle Bérnard-Windsor

German Empire: Michael Hohenzollern

Germany: Walter Becker

Greece: Eleni Bianchi

Hungary: István Almassy

Iceland: Gunnar Andersson

Indonesia: Matius Laurier/Gemi Windsor

Ireland: Kelsey Windsor/Saoirse Kowalski

Israel: Eliana Windsor

Italy: Nicola Bianchi

Jamaica: Marley Windsor/Tashelle Sanchéz

Japan: Sakura Takahashi-Windsor/Kenzō Takahashi

Latvia: Andrejs Berzina

Lithuania: Lina Kazlauskas

Luxembourg: Yvette Rossi

Malaysia: Barzin Windsor

Malta: Giulia Bérnard

Mexico: Sergio Sanchéz/Carmen Lothringen-Sanchéz

Moldova: Valentina Ionescu

Morocco: Faisal Idrissi/Amira Ackerman

Monaco: Christian Rossi

NATO(ik an organisation but hey): Lucas Windsor

Netherlands: Hendrik Laurier

New Zealand: Shane Windsor/Heidi Sanchéz

Norway: Ingrid Matić

Philippines: Angelo Sanchéz/Agila Windsor

Poland: Katarzyna Nagy/Robert Kowalski

Portugal: Maria Windsor

Prussia: Friedrich Hohenzollern

Puerto Rico: Sebastian Sanchéz

Romania: Andrei Ionescu

Russia: Sergei Romanov/Sofia Hassan

Serbia: Marijana Romanov

Singapore: Derrik Windsor

Slovakia: Tatiana Novák

Slovenia: Matej Matić

South Africa: Stoffel Ackerman

Spain: Jorge Sanchéz

Sweden: Stefan Andersson

Switzerland: Julian Baumgartner

TR: Klaus Schmidt

Turkey: Safiye Becker

UK: William Windsor

Ukraine: Daniela Windsor

USA: Alex Windsor/Amelia Windsor-Idrissi

Vietnan: Kieu Sanchéz

Yugoslavia: Bogdan Petrović