#grishaverse oneshots

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It's finally summer break!!! I've got a Jesper x Lantsov!Reader and a Tidemaker!Kaz x Inferi!Sibling!Reader in my drafts, so expect those sometime soon! I'm also going to work on Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender because I haven't updated that in forever. Feel free to keep requesting things; I love writing your requests!

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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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I have a request for a Kaz Brekker au/one shot (whatever u see better fit)

Where the crow club usually as a singer on friday nights but the singer had to cancel last minute so seeing the “panic” on the other crows and crew Y/N steps up and sings even tho nobody knew she could sing and when Kaz hears it and sees her he just gets lost in her voice…

I hope this is a good idea haha

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Unsung Duet

In which Kaz's partner in crime steps up to sing.

Author's Note: Ooh, I love this request! I'm twisting it slightly but not too much; I hope that's okay! I wasn't sure if you wanted a specific song, so I went with "Six of Crows" by Gio Navas. Such a good song that's obviously inspired by the book, you should definitely listen to it. This ended up being shorter than I wanted, but I think it's not bad.

Panic floods the Crow Club in hushed whispers. The usual Friday night singer cancelled? People begin to leave, shoving their way out of the small doorway.

Kaz's panic isn't shown on his features- he's good enough at his job to know panicking is a weakness- but the other Dregs are rushing about. Rotty says something about too many people leaving, but Kaz is too busy working out a plan to respond.

Claps come from the stage, quiet and slow at first, but gradually growing. Then comes the singing.

This is a city of toxic smoke

We trade our lungs for a noose of rope

Under our feet and the tilted ground

Runaways of ashes never found

People turn around, coming back in and filling up all the seats and tables. Kaz looks up from his glass, to the singer that's taken the stage. There stands none other than his partner in crime. Y/n L/n, master of tricks. He had never heard her sing, never even knew she could, despite his reputation for knowing everything. Her eyes are closed at first, like she's trying to lose herself in the music.

Here is where the monsters hide

Only the wicked can survive

With every line, every rise and fall of the melody, every held note, Y/n gains a little more confidence. She taps her feet on the wood of the platform they call a stage.

And just like that, Kaz, along with the patrons in the Club, are swept away by her voice. There's something about the way she sings that's so enchanting and enticing, almost like a pull of unseeable magic. Her and Kaz only make eye contact once, when the song is nearly over.

A boy with a broken soul

Marching through this world alone

He fights among the cursed six of crows

Where is his heart, he may never know, never know

And that's it. The crowd bursts into applause, demanding for an encore as Y/n walks off the stage. Kaz hadn't even noticed she was finished singing, not until the bartender called his name several times.

He knew the last verse was about him. Y/n had been his best friend, his other half, his partner in crime, for so long, that they were nearly one person. She knew nearly everything about him, and he for her.

The last line gets him thinking: where is his heart?

Easy. His heart is set on revenge. It's set on destroying Pekka Rollins, ruining everything he built.

There's another response, further back in his head, in the part of him that was still Kaz Reitveld. His heart was with Y/n.

After all, they were the halves to a whole, the sun and the moon. Together they were perfect clockwork, chiming together to pull off the perfect heist.

His heart was with Y/n, his unsung duet.