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darjeelinh Ā· 2 years ago
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tell me this is not what happened
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the-lonewriter Ā· 2 years ago
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Soldiers did not cry. Princes did not weep. Nikolai knew this. But the tears fell anyway. ā€œDominik the brave. Hold on a little longer.ā€ Dominik squeezed his hand.
ā€œThis country gets you in the end, brother. Donā€™t forget it.ā€
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stromuprisahat Ā· 2 years ago
Conversation
Nikolai: "Hello, my name is Nikolai Lantsov. You killed my boyfriend. Prepare to die!"
Aleksander: "But you don't have all the facts!"
Nikolai: "Which are?"
Aleksander: "I'm hot and I have a point!"
Nikolai, skeptically: "... continue..."
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after the Darkling explains his plans for Ravka:
ghost!Dominik: "Remind me again, why we fought AGAINST this guy?"
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Some time later:
Aleksander: "Ah yes. Me. My husband. And the ghost of his boyfriend, whose death I've indirectly caused before we've even met properly..."
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darkolaism Ā· 2 years ago
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diversity win ! nikolai lantsov said if that man is a dark haired bearded man that's taller than me i have to fuck him
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polis-fandom Ā· 2 years ago
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Patrick Gibson as Nikolai Lantsov and Louis Boyer as Dominik Vertov. Shadow and Bone season 2
@/netflixbrasil on Instagram
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laughingeyes Ā· 11 months ago
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Shadow and Bone - You're Losing Me
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itsnotunfinisheditsmystyle Ā· 2 years ago
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My heart can beat once again
(the brainrot is real, me lads)
If you look at the last 3 times I drew Nikolai he doesn't have the same goddamn haircut in any of them, that's because I'm trying to find something that makes me happy between the curls I decided he had in the books, the curls Paddy has, and the straightened hairdo they gave him in the show like the bunch of criminals they are. In this one I went for straightened... It's not bad actually, very princely...
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crypitick Ā· 2 years ago
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"You don't get to Major me, I'm your Tsar."
'The Orchard' -- A soft Nikolai and Dominik Comfort fic by @itsnotunfinisheditsmystyle
My Part of The Grishaverse Mini Bang 2023! @grishaversebigbang
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ricardian-werewolf Ā· 6 months ago
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Chapter 3: Some Corner of Ravka
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Flashback chapter, baby! So much pain, but also sweetness!
Thank you to @lordbettany for mentioning I should write a Nikolai/Dominik one shot. This turned into quite something.
Ao3 link
Summary:
A flashback chapter to Nikolai and Dominik at Halmhend, and how the First Army became so devoted to their fox prince. Trigger warnings for ww1 style violence, blood, gore, and other horrors.
Chapter below the cut
Halmhend, 3 years earlier.
Halmhend was a massacre. Blood and smoke, its poisoned stench, filled Nikolaiā€™s lungs as he walked across the field. His respirator, fogged up with his breaths, made him look like a nightmare. In the skirmish with Fjerdaā€™s troops and their new machinery, theyā€™d deployed shells filled with gas that blinded and corroded lungs.
Somewhere in this hell, Dominik lay. Nikolai found his fingers sliding to the prayer beads at his waist, knotted tight to his undershirtā€™s button loops. He fished for the one heā€™d added himself - Sankt Nikolaiā€™s icon - reindeer antlers with a borough of food. Wordlessly, he prayed.
Not to any god or Saint, for those fiends had long since fled these menā€™s minds. But no, he prayed to some higher, older power. It was in this mindset, as his feet slid on the muddied duckboards and the roar of the guns pounding over his head, that he implored the fates to spare Dominik.
Bodies fell over living or dead, friend or foe alike. Dimly, he could hear a Fjerdan soldier crying out for water. But he didnā€™t start towards that man. Mercy had fled Nikolaiā€™s mind alongside his sanity and hope. As he walked, rifle clutched in his muddy hands, his mind was devoid of all conscious and active thought.
The generals would have their aides write up after-action reports, lists of the dead would be shipped home in rattling, worn horse-drawn carts. Another sheet of names would be pasted in city and village squares. More homes would take up the black armbands and mourning wear, with the clocks inside stopped. The windows would be draped over with black fabric and the house shut up tight. All to ward off malevolent spirits.
Nikolai wondered numbly if the palace would do much the same when he fell. Would Ravka mourn their second son, or would the mummeries be merely a day and then let normality creep in like a late evening fog? He hoped someone would remember to keep his grave clean, to plant flowers from the hothouses heā€™d tended to in the fertile earth. Maybe some of the servants would leave stones or offerings of food in thanks for his kindness and service.
Then again, mayhaps not. He was surely beloved, but he deserved a soldierā€™s death. Dominik-
No. Do not think of Dominik dead. Itļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ll only make that come to pass.
Nikolaiā€™s feet quickened, and he felt the mud grip tighter to his boots and puttees as he strode once more into the murk. The air was clearer now, so his fingers yanked up his respirator and he breathed in a gulp of dirty, filthy air. The mask made his face glisten with sweat, and the feeling of it was awful.
ā€Dominik?ā€ He croaked weakly. Nikolai turned to searching blindly amongst the mud and khaki for those familiar deep brown curls heā€™d so often fisted his fingers into. Amongst a crowd of dead Fjerdans, Nikolai spotted Dominik.
Lying halfway down a slit trench filled with the dead of both sides, Dominikā€™s face was sickly pale. Yet, his mouth blossomed red with blood, like poppies in a snowy field. A flash in the dark, then gone.
ā€œDominik.ā€ Nikolai croaked, stuffing his respirator away. He struggled through the mud towards him, then slipped down into the slit trench. Dominik stirred at the sound of his name and looked up.
His eyes, those dark, doe-like eyes, widened. ā€œNikolai.ā€ He wheezed, reaching for Nikolaiā€™s hands. Nikolaiā€™s legs buckled under him and he fell hard on Dominikā€™s left side, mud splattering his face and chest.
ā€œWhere?ā€
ā€Bullet to the lung..ā€ Dominik coughed.
Nikolai looked up wildly out to the battlefield. Lines of trenches they were supposed to take lay empty as the Fjerdans retreated in victory, having smashed the 22nd to matchstick shards. Accounting for the wounded alone, the total fatality rate was somewhere around eighty percent.
ā€Medik!ā€
But his call came unheard. Too many dead to tag, too many wounded to treat. Nikolai turned back to Dominik. Whipping off his helmet, Nikolai pulled out his canteen and handkerchief. Filling the bowl with tepid water, he dipped the handkerchief into the water and wiped off Dominikā€™s face.
ā€There, that's better?ā€
ā€Thanks, Kolya.ā€ Dominik wheezed. The wound was oozing too much blood. Nikolaiā€™s fingers twitched instinctively, and he leaned forward. Pulling off his black calfskin-leather gloves, he pressed both hands over the wounds.
ā€Nikolai, whatā€™re you doing?ā€ Dominik breathed, gasping faster as Nikolai closed his eyes. Something within him was changing, something dark and powerful was surging through Nikolai. A darkness that shouldnā€™t be possible to any Grisha who practiced the small science.
ā€No, Nikolai!ā€ Dominik cried, grabbing Nikolaiā€™s sleeve. ā€œY-you canā€™t do this!ā€
ā€œI can!ā€ Nikolai snapped, his eyes opening to show his dilated pupils. Dominik could feel Nikolaiā€™s hands shaking as he applied more pressure.
ā€œThis goes against everything weā€™ve been taught! Please, love, pleaseā€¦ā€
ā€œThere is a price that some men pay in blood, Dominik. I am not letting you pay that. You have a family. I-ā€œ Nikolai broke off to weep, cursing under his breath as the bullet refused to budge. ā€œWhat in the fucking hell did the Fjerdans put in these bullets?ā€
ā€œGrisha steel.ā€ Dominik hissed. ā€œI tried to alter the chemical compounds butā€¦ā€
ā€œTheyā€™re using Grisha. Of course.ā€ Nikolaiā€™s low growl turned into a feral snarl. The balance of power tipped inside him and he felt the merzost he needed desperately, finally breaking out. Dominikā€™s eyes widened in further horror as he recognized that darkness flowing out of Nikolai and into him.
However, that darkness was benevolent, soothing. It melted the bullet, reformed the veins in his ruined body and did something to them. Something that made him more than human. He wasnā€™t entirely certain what Nikolai did, but the merzostā€™s toll was certainly there.
For as Nikolai finally finished pouring all of that energy into him, he curled in on himself and sobbed. The fox-bone amplifier he wore at his wrist cracked in two, and fell into the mud. Dominik went to reach for it, but Nikolai held him back.
Looking down, Dominik gasped. Black talons covered Nikolaiā€™s perfectly manicured fingernails, and where Nikolaiā€™s powers had once been warmth, now only cold darkness remained.
ā€The curseā€¦ā€ Dominik breathed, touching his fingers to Nikolaiā€™s cheeks. Nikolai nodded mutely, falling against Dominik in exhaustion. The power of bringing Dominik back from the dead had brought him to the brink of collapse. Now, the two of them were stranded in No-manā€™s land, miles from the Ravkan lines.
ā€œWe need to get out of here, Kolya.ā€
ā€Too tired.ā€ Nikolai whined, burrowing into Dominikā€™s chest. Tears poured down his face and he fisted his fingers into Dominikā€™s tunic. Beginning to weep, he cupped Dominikā€™s face in his hands and kissed him repeatedly till Dominikā€™s lips were swollen and Nikolai was breathless.
ā€I want to go home.ā€ He murmured, sounding so childlike that Dominikā€™s heart broke in two. ā€œWith you, to that grotto we found in the palace gardens no one goes to.ā€
ā€œWhere we had our first kiss.ā€ Dominik grinned. ā€œAfter your name day party, when everyone else was wildly drunk on kvas and we wereā€¦ 16?ā€
ā€Fourteen.ā€ Nikolai corrected, a smile cracking his grayed and muddied face. ā€œIt was so warm that summerā€¦ remember?ā€
ā€Of course.ā€ Dominik smiled, touching Nikolaiā€™s cheek again. Blood leaked from a wound in Nikoliaiā€™s temple, a mere scratch compared to the tissues healing under Dominikā€™s tunic. He sighed, shifted his weight up. Pain flared up, and he fell back.
ā€No way in the saints are you getting up, Captain.ā€ Nikolai rose to his feet and glared back down the slit trench at the bodies of the Fjerdans lying there. He had a sudden, wild urge to grab his bayonet and entrenching tool and drive them into anyone still daring to live, but the rage passed. What followed was a surge of white-hot sickness and Nikolai soon found himself on his hands and knees, expelling his empty stomach into a shell hole. The reeking stench of dead bodies and shell-fumes made his stomach further unsettled.
ā€œDonā€™t leave me here alone,ā€ He found himself murmuring to Dominik as he picked up the boy heā€™d loved from when they were nine. A mishap in the schoolroom and several bruises across Dominikā€™s hand had cemented a friendship. Carrying the weight of his lover now, Nikolai found himself wondering what there was to life beyond this. The war between Fjerda and Ravka was eons old. Men just like him and Dominik had loved and died together, and yetā€¦ so little changed. Vasily had never tasted mud like this. It had never filled his brotherā€™s nostrils, covered his flesh like some, reeking and putrid second skin. The sun over their heads broke through the cloud cover, casting the battlefield in a sickly yellow. Vasily would be drinking kvas in a command tent behind the lines, a cavalry officer who was never put into the line of fire. Heā€™d never have to carry a comrade off the battlefield. While Nikolai fought for Ravka, Vasily fought for himself.
Nikolai spat out a wad of bloodied spit and flexed his fingers inside his gloves. Heā€™d need to hide his new nails better. Dominik understood the curse that Nikolai had been born with, yet no others would. All around them, the sounds of post-battle chaos filled their ears. The men whoā€™d been left to die in no manā€™s land were the first thing that Nikolai heard, and he stopped.
ā€œIā€™m going to leave you with the mediks and get back out here.ā€ He murmured, kissing the crown of Dominikā€™s head. ā€œIf it gets hairy, have a runner come and fetch me.ā€
ā€Alright.ā€ Dominik murmured, touching Nikolaiā€™s cheek with a sense of adoration. The pain of nearly dying had made his body ache, and he could barely focus on Nikolaiā€™s face. Nikolai stroked Dominikā€™s cheek again, and smiled faintly.
ā€œRest, love.ā€ He whispered as the hands of his fellow men thrust up from the depths of their trench to help Nikolai back to shelter. Nikolai passed Dominik onto the stretcher bearers waiting, and whistled sharply for Isaak.
Since Isaak was his batman, he came charging out from the officerā€™s dugout, mud in his hair and his face smeared with soot.
ā€œMajor.ā€
ā€I need bandages, a few stretcher bearers and anything else the mediks can spare.ā€
Isaak nodded, looking nervously at his commander. ā€œW-what are you intending to do, sir?ā€
ā€The wounded out thereā€¦ need my assistance.ā€ Nikolai looked out to the expanse of no manā€™s land. His boots were caked in mud and blood; his hands were clawed monstrosities, and yet. He still willed himself forward, to help those who couldnā€™t help themselves. He willed himself towards the ladder of the parapet, and scaled it effortlessly. Looking out from the long-glass in his hand, he spotted no enemy positions as active.
The merzost and darkness within him stirred, pulsating and purring. It hungered for blood. Nikolai peeled off his gloves. Let the Fjerdan come with their tanks and DrĆ¼skelle. Heā€™d be waiting.
Halmhend was a disaster in the official reports. The 22nd reported an 80% loss rate. Over half of its officers were killed in one surprise attack from the Fjerdan regular forces with combined tank units. Yet, what came after was remembered with far more fondness in the minds of the First Army Soldiers. Where before Halmhend, Nikolaiā€™s respect had only been curated amongst his men of his company, now the entire First Army was ready to put their lives down for him. Vasily received no such honors. When the Crown Prince met his brother at Chernast that winter, Nikolai wore bandages on both arms and his hands were once more covered by scars. Vasily was clad in a fur cape and his only new scar was from an accidental knife wound. Nikolai had been shot in the lung, and torn the bullet from his own lung while still giving orders to his men. The differences between the two were at their starkest, and yetā€¦ if Vasily ever became king, his standing army would abandon him.
They followed Nikolai with a devotion bordering on saintly, and even the commanding officers - General Pensky and Vladislav, had to admit that this was unseen. Yet, the tide couldnā€™t be stopped. Victory after Victory fell under the 22nd, and when men fell in the fight, Nikolai moved to have their bodies brought home and buried with full honors. No matter if they were a private or a commissioned officer. The war had nearly killed the man heā€™d loved, and now, he swore up and down the line that heā€™d do better.
He vowed it with the blood of his own body, his tears and the soot of his bullets. That whispered vow to Dominik that heā€™d not leave him alone became a prayer in of itself by his men. For where hellfire reined and shells burst, Nikolai Lantsov was there to be the steadying hand that the chaplains couldnā€™t even replicate. Even after he became Sturmhond, the rumors and reverence persisted. The fox in rampart - his royal seal, became a rallying cry. A sign of honor and respect, Nikolai vowed to his men that once he was king, heā€™d make decisive changes for an army so often overlooked.
As the years passed, that reverence and honor brought the First Army fully under his banner. Not even his father would be able to sway them back. That honor, too, would rot like a cancer as the years passed, and with the Sun Summoner becoming part of Nikolaiā€™s household - it seemed that Nikolai was thrice blessed.
It would be up to the Saints to see if that blessing held with what would come to pass.
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avanturis Ā· 2 years ago
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Dominik always carries this small picture of Nikolai in one of his pockets
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ineffablelvrs Ā· 2 years ago
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bro the fuck is darkolai when u have a perfectly good mlm nikolai ship which is dominik x nikolai right there
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darjeelinh Ā· 2 years ago
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SHADOW AND BONE SEASON 2
#fellas is it gay to hug your childhood best friend who is also your king and tell him while heā€™s in your arms that your heart can beat once again
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the-lonewriter Ā· 2 years ago
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and they were boyfriends
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This country gets you in the end.
Not us.
Not us.
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goatsandgangsters Ā· 9 months ago
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For the wip game: warm
The low warm glow from the oil lamp and its burnished dish caught gleaming in his hair and on the edges of his smile.
Send me a word and if itā€™s in my wip document Iā€™ll post the sentence that it appears in
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darkolaism Ā· 2 years ago
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gay ppl......
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polis-fandom Ā· 2 years ago
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Behind the scenes pictures posted by Louis Boyer "Dominik" @/louisboyer on Instagram.
"Season 2 of @shadowandbone is now streaming on @netflix šŸ„³šŸ¦“šŸŽ‰ Huge shoutout to all the cast and crew who made this job one of the happiest times of my life, you know who you arešŸ˜ Catch Dominik in Episodes 6 & 7 Bonus points if you can tell which scene I had to shoot with a broken elbowā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹"
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