#tolya and tamar

[martinakl13]

While Tolya and Tamar fight, Kaz takes a break to get a nice tan.

[doodlesnoff]

"you two wouldn't be looking to join a crew, by any chance?" for @grishaversebigbang which pairs fanfiction with fan doodlers

etherealki: @llantsovvs story "Kindling," an adventure prequel for this trio

materialki: me, @doodlesnoff, view on instagram here . check out @mfrov95 for more art from this fic!

[moonminho]

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2 ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ #189 ↳𝟸.𝟶𝟽: 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠

[rubysunnday]

If some Fjerdan deckhand's gonna question a woman's right to carry weapons.

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

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Tolya Yul Bataar

Everyone's Fate Is Up To The Saints, Except Hers

Saints Or High Water

Maybe He Was All Blessings

By Stars

Keep You Near

Amateur Poetry

I Heard It In The Silence

One Bed

Safe With Him

Place Your Bets

Pay Your Debts

To Willingly Belong To Anyone Is A Rare Thing

In Times Of War

More Than Enough For Me

Tell Me Everything, And Then Tell Me Again

Find Your Way Back

Catch Me

Follow Your Arrow

Protecting You Is All I Know

The Bells

Miss Me?

Never Straying Far

Without You

All The Things I'll Never Say

All The Small Things That You Do

Restless

Keep Me Like A Prayer

Home Coming

On Platonic Love

Like A Drum

If All The Saints Allow

No Peaceful End In Sight

The Gentle Sound Of All That Is Right

Almosts / Almosts Part 2

Hold Onto Me

The Healing Of Power Of A Heart

Between Classes And The Bell AU Series

Even In Death

One In The Same

Held Together By Wool And Wanting

When You Wake Beside Me

In Wars Wake

Unburdened By You

If It's You Or The World, I Am Still Choosing You

UnLost

I'll Love You Anyway

I Know All The Steps, You Still Surprised Me

Softer Words No Poet Spoke

No Distance You Could Travel- Coming Soon

Head Above Water - Coming Soon

Tamar Kir Bataar

One Bed

Bruises

You Cannot Push Me Away

Cure Your Ills

All The Softer Parts Of You And I

Heart To Heart

Nikolai Lantsov

Better Late Than Never

Better Late Than Never Part 2

Tonight, Forever, Then, Here And Now

No Rest For The Wicked

Compass Of Pirates

One Bed

Metal Preserved Broken Promises

Dreams Of You

On The Rocks

Twist The Knife (In Deeper)

Appearances Aren't Everything - Coming Soon

Worth It All - Coming Soon

Every Foolish Thing - Coming Soon

Match Your Pace - Coming Soon

Alina Starkov

Love Alone Won't Win The War, But What If We Tried Anyway

Zoya Nazyalensky

The Oath I Intend To Keep

The Crows

Jesper Fahey

It's All Bad Choices From Here On Up Baby

Making Choices

Bottom Of The Barrel, And The Bottle

Shoot From The Hip

Don't Like Sleep, But We Like Sleeping In

Bringing A Knife To A Gun Fight

Sober Up

Sweat Bullets

For One Last Good Night With You

Make It A Double - Coming Soon

Nina Zenik

Couldn't Love Anybody Else

Eat, Drink, And Be Merry (For Tomorrow We Die)

Bedside Manner Isn't My Strong Suit, But I'll Try For You

Wylan Van Eck/Hendriks

Your Life Over Mine

Something About Timing

Comfort In Compassion

Fever Pitch

Light The Fuse - Coming Soon

Gunpowder And Lead - Coming Soon

Kaz Brekker

Get Out Of Ketterdam, Damn You

This Action Echos

Walk Away, Take My Heart With You

Leave Me With Ghosts

Small Sentiments

Diminishing Returns

Inej Ghafa

A Place For Me / A Place For Me Part 2 - Coming Soon

Tight Rope - Coming Soon

Matthias Helvar

How Do I Do This?

This Action Echos

I Didn't Ask To Have These Feelings For You

In His Arms / In His Arms Part 2

Wars Were Waged For Less Honourable Things Than Love

No Fault Of Hers

Bedside Manner Isn't My Strong Suit, But I'll Try For You

No Souls To Save - Coming Soon

[infin1ty-garden]

GUARDIAN ANGEL

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ summary: hearing rumors of the fountain of youth and finally finding a heading, nikolai decides to follow the rumors ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ pairing: nikolai lanstov x gn! siren! reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ warnings: drowing, darkling, a bit of spice ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ word count: 2k ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ✦ author note: inspired by this and sorry for not posting in a while I was on vacation

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"Are we sure that compass even works?" Asked Tamar swaying from side to side due to the heavy rain and storm they were passing through. "It points to what the holder wants most. I think the instructions are pretty clear," Nikolai's attention only being on the compass. It's arrow spinning from one direction to another.

"You are going to crash the ship," yelled Mal as he fell down sliding to the other end of the ship. "Don't worry we're almost there," and then he let go of the wheel entirely. Tolya grabbed it but as if they'd entered another dimension. The storm was nowhere in site and not that far away, an island.

"See, I was right," as he said that the ship hit something causing him to fall overboard. He tried to swim up but the waves kept crashing in on him. He could hear people yelling for him and orders being thrown around. They turned incoherent as he sunk deeper.

He felt two hands taking hold of his arms as he was lifted out of the water in seconds. Once he managed to open his eyes, he was miles from the ship. He wanted to turn and see his saviour. "Don't strain your body too much, just relax your safe," he heard the most angelic voice say.

In a blink of an eye his feet met the sand. He coughed up what felt like half the ocean. When he turned to thank his saviour they were nowhere to be seen. Had he imagined it? Then he saw it, his ship being attacked by sire

But he could not help his crew. If he even attempted to swim to them, he would be instantly attacked. His gun was wet, so it was useless, and what could he do with a sword. All he could do was watch and hope they make it.

Most of the crew was alright. No deaths but they had to dry dock the ship, as going in the row boats would have been a death wish. Now, they had to find the chalices. "Captain," Tamar handed him a spyglass. Looking through it he saw Second Army flags. The Darkling was here or his grisha were.

"How did they get here before us?" Alina asked bewildered. "It doesn't matter we just need to get the chalices before them," he really should have better timing. "Hand over the map," the Darkling appeared, along with his forces. "There's no map," Nikolai replied, confidence radiating off of him in waves.

Then one by one his grisha disappeared until he was the only one left standing. "You and what army," Kirigan looks behind himself. Worry coating his face but then he smirked. "I don't need an army," as he raised his hands the sand beneath his feet disappeared. He dropped down into the newly formed puddle like it was a slide.

"Well, that happened," all anyone could do was nod along to Mal's statement. As they continued on following the compass, it seemed to lead them in circles. "I think your magic compass stopped working," Alina gave him a sympathetic look. "We have more company. Tamar reported seeing Fjerdan and Shu ships," great just what they needed.

"We still need the two chalices. Let me give that map a try," Mal took the map from Nikolai. The map was written in a language no one could understand. It wasn't in Fjerdan, Kerch, Ravkan, Shu, Zemeni, Suli, or even Old Ravkan. But now that they were actually on the island, they could at least recognise the landmarks drawn. Mal's tracking skill would finally come in handy.

After spending hours walking, they've decided to make camp and rest for a bit. They couldn't let the Fjerdans or the Shu be the first to discover the secret to the fountain. As Nikolai was starting to close his eyes, he heard a splash of water near him. He looked to where he assumed the sound came from and was met with the most beautiful pair of eyes.

Was this the person that saved him? He couldn't be sure. He slowly moved towards the person, worried that any sudden movement might scare them away. "I am not some kind of rabid animal," that voice, his guardian angel. "Your friends are on the west side," you could mean the Fjerdans or the Shu.

"They're not our friends," you sent him a sceptical look. He suddenly remembered why they were on this island in the first place. "You wouldn't know where someone could leave two chalices around here, would you?" At this point Nikolai was fully laying down in the mud that surrounded the pot of water.

His face inches away from it. "Hypothetically, I would know where something like that could be hidden." He smiled and then asked. "Hypothetically, could you show me?" You disappeared, only to emerge a few seconds later. Slowly moving closer to him as he had done only minutes ago.

What you did next was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You kissed him. It was slow at first, as if giving him the chance to pull away if he so wishes. Instead he placed his palm on the back of your head. Pulling you as close as he can and uped the ferocity of the kiss. You placed your fingers at the bottom of his chin.

Putting slight pressure on it, due to this he opened his mouth. You quickly slipped your tongue in. He felt something foreign enter his system. You quickly pulled away and submerged yourself, only the top part of your face could be seen. Watched him swallow whatever you had just given him. I really hope I don't die from this.

You made a motion with your hand for him to enter the water. Waited for him, as he took off his jacket and shoes. His feet were searching for the bottom of the pond or whatever it was. He felt a hand grab his foot and pull him into the water. "You're taking too long," he realised he could breathe underwater. You gently grabbed his waist and he placed his arm around your neck.

He finally saw your tail. You were a siren. He was so gonna die but why had you saved him and why were you helping him now. He had too many questions. None of which he could ask. As soon as he had entered the water he was out of it. In Front of him was a ship, but none of the text in any language he knew. It did match the art on the map.

"Thank you," you nodded with a smile on your face. He walked closer to the ship. It was suspended in mid air. Wedged in between two huge pieces of stone. How could he get up there?

He finally entered the ship with your help and a lot of trial and error. Each step on the deck was taken with extreme consideration as one wrong move could send the ship falling. Even if the ship seemed to have been here for years with the plants that have taken over the deck. Nikolai didn't want to take any chances.

As he descended down to the lower levels of the ship, he was greeted with copious amount of dust and rot....and gold? But he had little care for it. Maybe after they find the fountain of youth, he could bring some of that gold back to Ravka. One room in the ship was clearly meant for dining. The table comfortably fit nine people.

The seats were filled with skeletons. The stench of the rotten food and empty glasses of wine could signify that these people were poisoned. The ship without a crew was probably left to roam the sea and had met its journey's end. Crashing into the rocks. Or maybe all of them have been stabbed, who knows.

The chalices were nowhere to be found. He went searching different rooms until he reached the captain's quarters. In the middle of the room the captain was sitting a skeleton like the rest of the crew but on the bed next to him a chest. Nikolai made his way to the bed as he did the ship swinged and then the voices came.

He wasn't alone anymore but he recognised one of them as Zoya. He needed to work faster. He got to the chest but it was locked. Nikolai could hear the voices getting closer. The key was laying on the chain around the captain's neck. Unlocking the chest and...nothing, just some documents. Where could the chalises be? He looked in the drawers, desk and finally under the bed.

There was another chest, this one without a lock in it, the chalices inside. Then the door burst open. "Hand them over," before he could think or even form a plan the ship was falling. When he awoke he was tied up, next to him, Zoya. The flags were the first thing he'd recognised, Shu. The second one, that they were tied to a tree. "Finally, the sleeping beauty's awake," one of the guards said.

Whatever they'd done to Zoya, she'd seen better days. Cuts were littering her face and bruises were starting to form. "The others," he'd simply asked. "Probably dead." The guards had left their posts to fetch their superior. In the corner of his eye, Nikolai could see something being thrown next to his feet. A knife, he quickly picked it up and placed it near his hands. Cutting himself and Zoya lose.

"We need to plan our next steps carefully since we don't have our weapons," just as he said that his and what he assumes is Zoya's sword were thrown out of the water. If she had found the ordeal weird, she didn't mention it, just grabbed her sword. "This way, I saw them place the rest of the weapons there."

They managed to escape the camp unseen. "I will let you go but the next time we meet, you won't be given the same courtesy," with that she disappeared in the forest.

The chalices weren't with the weapons. The Shu must have taken them. Then out of nowhere Tamar, Alina, Mal and Tolya come charging past Nikolai. Tamar carrying one chalice while Mal carries the other. "Sturmhond," Alina says just realising he was even there. "Run," yells Tamar as she grabs him.

Then he sees it, the Darkling and his volcra. His feet do the rest as he joins the group running. Hoping to lose him in the woods. "What happened?"

"What happened? Where were you? You left and didn't even tell anyone," Alina retorts.

"I got a lead to where the chalices might be."

"But WE found the chalices."

"And WE are going to lose them if you two don't shut it," Toyla interrupted, silencing them both as they hid. Once they saw the Darkling walk pass. They slowly walk in the other direction. "Where did you find them?"

"Near the entrance to some caves but that was nowhere close to where it had been marked on the map," Mal said in disbelief.

"Let me guess there was a river or some pond close by," Nikolai asked. Mal nodded. "But how could you know, it wasn't marked on the map." Nikolai shrugged. You must have taken them and brought them to his crew. "Now, we just need to find the entrance to the fountain," water splashed nearby. "Give me one moment," he said to the rest of them as he took the map and walked towards the water.

Tamar and Alina followed him. He kneeled down. "Yes," he asked, looking at the water. You slowly lifted your head and swam to where he was kneeling. He held up the map. Mal and Toyla joined the rest. Alina lifted her palms up as Toyla readied his weapon. "You are here and the entrance is here," now they could see the scales coating your arms, along with the tail.

All of them were thinking the same. You're a siren and you're helping them.

Thanks for reading! If you want a part 2 leave a like or comment

[thetimetraveler24]

Shadow and bone was canceled and I don’t know how to cope with that. Might rob a top security prison or something. It’s the only way I’ll get to see anything close to the ice court heist now.

[steponmeinejghafa]

Dance With Me

Summary: Nina forces you to come to a ball with her, and soon finds out why you didn’t want to be there in the first place.

Nina Zenik x fem!Kostyk!Reader

Warnings: Stressful social setting

Note: In this, pretend Nina never went to Fjerda in KoS. This is a little before those events, but definitely after Nikolai renounced his title as Sturmhond. And you’re a Durast, just so you know. And slightly neurodivergent. Very slightly.

———

You were quietly minding your own business at the Little Palace, helping some younger Fabrikators with their abilities. Your teacher had assigned them to you earlier that week, knowing you could help them as much as possible, with your never-ending patience and calming demeanour.

All of a sudden, Nina burst into the room, frightening you and one of the other children, who accidentally threw the metal ball he was practising with at you with his power.

“Saints alive-“ you wheezed, holding your side where the object had collided with you. “Um- why don’t you go there in the corner and practise hand movements, hm?”

“Sorry, Y/n…” the boy said sheepishly. You smiled and patted his head before he ran off to join his friends on the other side of the room.

“Nina,” you breathed out, looking at her practically vibrating with excitement. “What was so important that you had to burst in so…loudly?”

She was clutching a letter in her hands and squealed, “Nikolai’s planned a ball for absolutely no reason!”

“Lovely for you,” you smiled and kissed her forehead. “Forgive my asking, but…what does that have to do with me?”

“He’s invited you, me, Tamar, Nadia, Zoya, and the others, so you have got to come with me!” She giggled.

Your heart dropped to your knees at the very thought of going to a ball, where people danced expertly, knew how to woo a lady, and definitely didn’t step on their partner’s toes while waltzing.

“Um…my love, may we discuss this a little later?” You asked, looking around the room, any where but at her.

“Of course,” she smiled. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes,” you smiled. “It’s all good, just…I need to think it over.”

“Lovely!” She clapped her hands joyfully and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, which was punctuated by a dragged out ‘ew’ from the children.

Nina laughed and nodded, mouthing, ‘I should go,’ before squeezing your hand and going out.

Later that evening, you were, again, minding your own business after having returned to the royal palace, when she burst in yet again, making you almost upset your ink bottle over the paper you were writing on.

“My-my dear, if you could just knock before entering it would be far better-“ you laughed nervously, pushing your chair back as she planted herself on your lap. Your arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, and you leaned up, kissing her cheek before smiling.

“Did you think it over?” She asked, leaning into your touch as you rested your cheek against the back of her shoulder.

You sighed, “I did, and I don’t- I don’t think I want to go…”

“Why not?” She asked, and you could practically hear her pout. “It’s a lovely evening to go for! There’s dancing, there’s music, there’s food…”

“Um…I think we can get that at any posh place in the city,” you admitted. “I just…I don’t want to go.”

“But darling, please,” she whined, turning so that her lower back rested against the edge of your table. Her arms looped around your neck as her soft green eyes met your e/c ones. “I really want to go with you! It’s been ages since we last went to an event together!”

You sighed and gave in, “Alright, but I will not dance.”

She gasped, “But why?!”

“I draw the line at dancing, my dear,” you said. “Please let it be enough that I agree to go.”

She decided not to press the matter further, and smiled brightly, her eyes grinning and her entire face lighting up. “I love you,” she said, before leaning down to kiss your lips gently.

“And I, you,” you said softly, smiling against her lips.

—Time Skip—

The day of the ball came faster than expected, and you were a nervous wreck as you and the others got ready for the festivities.

“What’s got you all jittery, Y/n?” Zoya asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re trembling like a leaf in a storm.”

“Zoya, have you met Y/n?” Nadia laughed. “She’s like her brother, she hates social gatherings like these.”

“So she’s a little baby,” Tamar joked, poking you in the side playfully.

“Don’t be mean, now,” Genya chided them all as she tailored her hair a little redder. “Y/n just finds them mildly uncomfortable. As does David.”

“No, no, I agree with them,” you nodded, pulling on the jacket which went with your suit. “I hate social gatherings.”

“Nina, how is it that you fell in love with her?” Zoya laughed, braiding her hair so she could twist it into a bun. “She’s the exact opposite of you.”

“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for the quiet ones,” Nina giggled, coming over and kissing your cheek. “Lace me up, would you darling?”

You were already fidgety, and thankfully, lacing up your girlfriend’s dress helped quite a bit. “I was bullied into attending,” you admitted, earning a laugh from all of them. Confusion shadowed over your face as you frowned a little, “Why is that funny?”

“It just is, N/n,” Tamar ruffled your hair, earning a disgruntled noise from you as you gently pushed her hand away.

“I will…um…check on the boys,” you nodded, “Yes, I’ll go check on them.”

You hurried out of the room before anyone could stop you, counting your steps as you went to Nikolai’s massive dressing room, knowing it was precisely 203 steps away from Zoya’s, where you had been a moment ago.

You entered after knocking, and sat down on a small chair right beside a mirror.

“We’re the girls teasing you again?” Nikolai chuckled as he put his white shirt on. “Or were you just coming to visit?”

“I don’t know what they were doing, actually,” you frowned. “But I do know I don’t want to go to the ball.”

“Then don’t go,” Tolya said as if it was he most obvious thing in the world as he combed his hair back. Ball or not, he was still dressing as sharply as a soldier.

“You see, as a fact, Nina does not really enjoy missing any social gathering,” you said. “And I, on the other hand, would rather die than go to one.”

Nikolai began to wear his tie and laughed, “Am I really such a nuisance for organising these gatherings that you would rather die than attend them?”

“No, I-“ you paused, analysing his statement. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes, Y/n, yes it was,” he grinned, also ruffling your hair.

“Why does everyone keep doing that?” You mumbled, fixing your hair again.

“I agree with my sister,” came your brother’s similarly quiet voice. “I cannot say I enjoy being at such big events.”

“I’d rather be building something,” you nodded, to which David made a noise of agreement.

“Well, I can’t say you can just disagree with what Nina and Genya have said,” Tolya shrugged. “I have seen the two of them. They almost exist only for gatherings.”

“Y/n, you’ve worn something far too drab, did the others say nothing about it?” Nikolai said, looking at you.

You looked at your plain black suit, neatly pressed and creaseless. “What’s wrong with this? It’s my best suit!”

“For a funeral, maybe,” Interjected Tolya.

“Now you both are bullying me,” you frowned.

Nikolai went to his closet and pulled out a suit which looked far richer than yours, which had a white shirt, white pants, and a coat which had gold buttons all the way down the front. A thick gold border went down the length of it, and to finish it with a slightly feminine look, a delicate, spidery pattern of lace was embroidered onto the cuffs.

“Go on and try it,” Nikolai suggested, giving you the hanger on which it was kept and pushing you towards the changing screen.

You went in and tried it on, it fitting perfectly. The thick, almost kefta-like material of the coat felt nice under your fidgety fingertips, and the soft silk fabric of the shirt was welcoming on your skin. You’d never felt more confident than you did then, standing in a King’s attire.

“Let’s see how it looks, my friend!” Called out Tolya. You emerged from behind the screen, feeling your confidence give a little way for some amount of shyness at the attention.

“Damn,” Nikolai said. “I’d say Nina is going to be very happy.”

“She does say she loves me in blue,” you admitted, your hands already fidgeting with the hem of the coat, feeling the slightly prickly gold border against your fingertips.

“If you like the suit, you can keep it,” Nikolai grinned. “You look absolutely stunning in it. I have to say, you pull it off better than I do.”

You caught your brother’s eye, and he hummed in acknowledgment, nodding his head slightly. You both, even as children, had almost always communicated like this. With subtle hand gestures, eye movements, and nods.

After a little while of chatting, Nikolai exhaled sharply as he dusted off his coat sleeves. “Right, I will be on my way down to welcome the guests.”

“Hooray…” you said, with little enthusiasm. “That was sarcasm, by the way.”

“Well done,” Tolya patted you on the back. “It’s practically impossible to tell.”

You frowned, “Actually, I was being rather obvious about it…”

The giant laughed and led you out, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Never change, Y/n.”

“Um, I’ll go find Nina,” you nodded and walked off.

When your girlfriend saw you in the suit, her jaw dropped. As did everyone else’s in the room.

“I love how you look in blue,” grinned Nina as she ran her hands down your shoulders to your waist.

You smiled slightly and whispered a thank you, blushing a bright red.

“Guys, it’s nearly eight o clock, the guests should be arriving now,” admitted Nadia as she looked at the clock on the wall. She looked at both you and Nina, adding, “Now stop making moon eyes at each other and get your backsides downstairs.”

You nodded as Nina took you by the hand, leading you downstairs, while the others followed suit.

“I’m nervous,” you said.

“Don’t be,” giggled Nina. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“I hope that wasn’t a joke…” you mumbled.

The ballroom filled up pretty fast, with the soft music of the band floating through the crowd. Men danced with their ladies in graceful two-steps, otherwise they whirled around in a fast-paced foxtrot. You stood at the end of the dance floor, watching closely while Nina and Nadia danced together, laughing hysterically.

There were too many people, though. Your skin crawled at the sudden thickness of the air, and you couldn’t really process the whole situation entirely. Sounds mashed together, the scent of perfume was choking, and the hum of people talking was getting annoying.

You were immediately broken out of your little freak-out when Nina caught your hand.

“Why is my gorgeous girlfriend standing here, alone, not dancing?” She asked, leaning up to kiss your lips.

“I…” you shook your head and whispered, “I’m just tired.”

“Hm…” she hummed in thought, trying to figure out what was wrong. “Do you mind telling me why you don’t want to dance with me?”

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you quietly replied, “I don’t know how to dance…”

Her eyes lit up as she held your face in her hands, and a smile tugged at her lips as she chuckled, “Was that all? You could’ve asked me to teach you!”

“I didn’t know how to ask…” you replied sheepishly.

She pulled you onto the dance floor where fewer people were swaying together, and she said, “Put your hand on my waist and hold the other,”

You did just so, and she smiled before guiding you towards doing a box step. You marvelled at how lovely a teacher she was, focusing solely on her voice.

“One, two, three, four, five, six,” you muttered under your breath. Nina laughed and squeezed your hand with hers, trying not to wince when you stepped on her toes with your hard leather shoes.

As the evening ended, you both collapsed into bed, tired for different reasons after having changed int more comfortable attire.

“You stepped more on my feet than you did the floor,” she chuckled.

“I will have you know that I was on beat,” you said. “You had it coming.”

“Well…you weren’t bad,” she nodded. “I must admit.”

You pulled her atop you and hugged her close, whispering, “Thank you for teaching me,”

“No problem, my love,” Nina replied, kissing your cheek. “It’s been a long night…” she sighed, sinking further into your touch.

“We should get some sleep,” you replied, tracing shapes on her back with your fingertips.

So there you both lay together, seeing comfort in each others embrace as the night went by, with its dark blue sky speckled with stars, and the wind blowing silently through the trees in the garden below.

———

I hope you enjoyed this one! Feel free to request!

[notelcol]

Second vote is here! ❤️

Saving the character vote for the last one to try and make a chaotic story😆

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Thank you for voting! Keep an eye out for the next vote. Let’s see how interesting we can make this😝🌹

[doodlesnoff]

"Tolya lounging enjoying snacks and poetry" commission for @gvartistsforpalestine

[thegothicchangeling]

Nikolai: So which one of you is the older sibling?

Tolya: We're twins; it doesn't matter

Tamar: It's me.

[paranormarine]

“The twins regale him into a tour of the merchants, food stalls, and performances of the port town, and by the time they make it back to the ship, he is unable to walk under his own power.”

I made this for the @grishaversebigbang based on the wonderful fic “Kindling” by @llantsovvs (seriously go read it right now it’s amazing!)

There’s also some more amazing art made by @doodlesnoff which you can find here!

And an entire comic made by @mfrov95, the first page of which you can find here!

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: "I'm not going anywhere."

Song: Anchor - Novo Amor

For Tolya x Reader please!

Maybe He Was All Blessings - Tolya Yul Bataar

You know I got you doll.

Content Warnings: Canon Compliance Violence and Threat. The Fear of Loss And Abandonment. Not Proof/Beta Read.

Hurt/Comfort? Hurt/Comfort.

Things were not going to plan. Between The Darkling's advances and now the heist going so very wrong as the poison fills the room and your lungs.

You stumble against the wall hard, and your eyes dart across the room, Kaz is still attempting to find a way to break through the containment, but you know it's futile. Durast enforced there is no time to try this fight, it's wasted energy.

"Tolya?" You call out, but he has already fallen to the ground, consciousness. You want to reach him. You want to use all the energy you have left to be closer. You need to, but your head is spinning and everything feels heavy.

You drag in a laboured breath and the spinning doesn't stop. "Tolya?" You try again. But everything is moving too fast now, the room is a blur and your heartbeat is pounding.

You can hear him though, in the back of your mind. "If you don't slow that down, your heart will run away from you lapushka," his voice whispers.

He only said it once, when the sea was quiet and the night long and dark. He said it without thinking, and did not linger on it. Tolya was true in that way, honest and truly himself, but there is a way in which he gently holds the world back sometimes. Never out of anything less than patience. Boundlessly kind and endlessly hopeful.

You wished yourself wiser than to let your mind linger on such a passing endearment. You are so sure it could have no deeper meaning, nothing more than a moment in the quiet where the word from a poem felt like the right thing to calm your nerves.

Tolya's friendship had always been the thing above all else that grounded you. For no matter how badly things were going, or how much you filled with doubt, he stood strong and steady. Sometimes his strength had you convinced he was made of more than flesh and bone and blessings. Maybe he was all blessings. Or maybe he was truly made like all the trees that stand even through the storms, through the wars, consistent, ever growing, ever nurturing, never failing.

Your feelings for Tolya were your own, and you cared not to make them any one else's matter, especially Tolya's as you'd convinced yourself long ago there would be no world in which he could feel the same. But that didn't matter. Not truly.

For what you had with Tolya, the understanding, the companionship, the comradery, it meant more to you than a romance ever could. What the both of you have runs deeper than any bond you've ever known. And you could swear, Tolya made you understand what it mean to be seen, truly seen. You hadn't thought that possible of anyone who stayed. But Tolya has seen your lowest and his dedication never faltered.

That meant more to you than anything you could ask of him, want from him. He already is everything you didn't know you needed before him.

You open your eyes after fighting to do so and you're somewhere else, somewhere familiar. You are in the port by Os Kervo, right where you first met Tolya and Tamar.

You remember hearing Tamar's laughter moments before setting eyes on the two of them for the first time. Tamar was several drinks deep, talking loud and proud of getting kicked out of another tavern on the walk to the dock. And even more proud of the redhead Inferni she'd had the company of in the process. Tolya had smiled at his sister, his eyes focused on a book that you later learned he had picked up that morning and between his duty and his twin had yet to get many pages into.

But it wasn't a memory you are in. Even if the location brings them back in drowning waves. No, the sky was so clear that night, you could name all the stars you'd ever read about, read them in the expanse. The sky is clouded now, storming, it feels nowhere as welcoming as it did that night. The kind of storm clouds that make you want to run for cover, to close everything that could lead to the weather outside and wait it out.

But you cannot move, and it isn't until you see what is coming around the corner and toward the ship that you know why.

Tolya, his eyes more lightless than you believed possible, and Tamar who cannot meet your gaze, walk in silence, side by side, matching strides as they move towards The Volkvolny.

"Yu yeh sesh," Tamar whispers. From the little Shu you know, that sentence feels like it might split you down the middle. Despise your heart. Tamar steps out of eyeline and you cannot take your eyes off Tolya.

He looks cold, not in heat but in the way in which someone looks devoid when they've had something torn from them. You aren't even sure it's Tolya anymore.

"Where are you going?" You ask as he turns away from you, silent and unfeeling.

"Nowhere you can follow," he replies. You laugh out of nervousness.

"That's not true, there is no place you go where I cannot follow," you d not say it, but the sentence ends with a silent request for him to remember. That promise they both made in the quiet of that evening on deck, the one when he called you something you doubt he ever will again.

"You cannot come with me," he states. "And I cannot stay."

"When will you return?" The question is barely more than a whisper.

The fear of being alone is powerful and you learned that a long time ago, but this fear, this pain that threatens to break out of your ribcage and crawl out of your broken body to stand on it's own two legs, it's more than that. The fear of being left never hurts as much as this. The idea that something you knew to be true, one of the few things you could let yourself believe in fully, would be a lie.

"I won't," he says.

"Tolya," your voice breaks, "you're leaving me?"

The world starts shaking. You cannot breathe and it could be from the poison, and if it is all you can hope it is takes you faster, that it gives you that kindness at least.

You have never been as sure of anything in your life as you are of Tolya. His faith, his loyalty, his devotion, never once having wavered. When he said that you two shall not go where the other cannot follow without any hope of return, you believed him.

"I was never staying, I never could," he says, turning away.

"Does this not hurt you at all, do you not want to stay?" You call out.

"Wanting is not enough," the words are Tamar's, Tolya not even turning to acknowledge you. "What he wants or does not is no matter, he must leave you. If he cares or does not, he will leave you, it is what he needs to do."

"Do you want to stay?" You ask, the pain searing in your throat, your head thundering like it might burst.

"Not enough to do so."

You choke on a powder substance that coats your tongue, eyes opening to see Jesper, looking down over you, in a mix of concern and mild disgust. "You're alive," he tells you.

"Good?" you ask. You stick your tongue out, trying to shake the taste that is coating your throat, it's clinging and unpleasant but it's better than the stinging pain of the sobs you refused to break out in moment before. "Not good," you mutter about the taste but it makes Wylan sigh.

"I never claimed the butterflies would taste pleasant but they saved your lives," he remarks. You don't have the opportunity to voice the levels of discomfort the word butterflies brings to you, before Jesper is asking a question that feels so out of place.

"Did anyone else get lulled into a comforting sense of joy?" Jesper asks. You feel yourself turn cold, and your heart must give you away because the concern that immediately covers Tolya's expression is palpable.

"I didn't see anything," Kaz is quick to comment before being eager to move on.

But Tolya, he cannot move past it so fast, eyes searching you with such intensity you think you might combust. "Tolya, please don't ask," you say quiet enough to not bring attention from the others.

And, for all the gravity of the task at hand, and what is yet to come, he doesn't, but you know you're biding time.

You were hoping once all the fighting was done you might have been able to shake off the nightmare, but your nerves are still rigid, heart still aching. Your throat feels tight and everything feels weighted.

You watch Jesper pull Wylan in close and you can feel Tolya's smile as you pass them. Tolya's smile would normally be enough to sway any storm cloud in your mind but this is different. This fear. This pain. It's bone deep and soul crushing.

"Do I need to ask again?" Tolya inquires.

"I do not want to talk about it," you say.

"Your scared," Tolya says. "I don't see you scared often."

"Did your nightmare not leave you scared?" You ask.

"It scared me, and then I woke, and saw it for what it was, and I know I shall not allow that fear to be truth," he says, "I protect those who I care for, and who care for me. I will not hurt them."

You respond in silence and he stops his walking. "You do not owe me your nightmare but I do want to help-,"

"Where would you go that you would not allow me to come with you?" You ask finally. The question catches his off guard.

"Nowhere short of the bright lands," he says, "and even then I know I would meet you eventually." You look away, and he sees it, the core of the fear. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I believe that you mean that," you say.

"And yet you fear it not to be true," he says.

"I fear that went it comes down to it, there could always be a reason that takes you from me," you admit. "And that scares me more than anything I have ever known."

"Before I met you, my faith, my books and Tamar, were all that I needed," Tolya says. "But now I would not feel the same." Your smile on your lips has such a sadness that comes with the relief, you feel your body giving into it, and you shake gently. Tolya pulls you close, wrapping his arms tightly around you, keeping you steady. "You have left an indelible mark within me that I did not believe I would ever know." He rests his chin on your head as he holds you tighter, now more for comfort than for support. "And war, or duty, or even Saints could not make me leave you behind."

[mythsha]

"Getting lost can happen, even when you know where you are" ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶

MASTERLIST

Sankta : ̗̀➛Alina Starkov x OC

" There is so much you can't understand Alina " " Then let me, let me know you, let me know your deepest truths " Does past define someone, or perhaps what they were born as? Everyone looked at Alina Starkov as if she was the answer to all their questions. But Alina felt that Kyra Kozlov was the answer to all her problems. Kyra was a mystery, a powerful Grisha, and somehow she started to be the sun summoner's home too. " People do things for a reason Kyra " " I did what I had to do. Maybe I did it for survival. Maybe not, and I did it for revenge

[thatfangirlofsb]

Headcanon

Favorite ships

A/N: What would be the favorite ships of some people of Os Alta (and their reasons and other data)?

T/W: Grishaverse spoilers.

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Nikolai: Mal x Nikolai

He knows about weapons.

He knows about weapons.

He knows about weapons.

He knows about weapons.

He knows about weapons.

He knows about weapons.

He is funny.

He knows about weapons.

He knows about weapons.

He knows about weapons.

He likes to touch Mal's butt.

Zoya: Fivan

When someone asks her, she says that she doesn't believe in such things, but secretly ship them to death.

She has material of that ship in a trunk with five padlocks.

She is already writting her speech for theit wedding.

She loves how their faces change when they look at each other, how Ivan acts different when he is with Fedyor and how he smiles at him.

During the winter party, where Alina was introduced to the nobles (serie, season 1), her eyes were fixed on the two of them as she tried not to be discovered and to gather more material about their ship.

Genya: Zoyalai

She started shipping them when she became his general.

She used to ship Nikolai with Alina (Nikolina) and Zoya with Stigg.

Although she usually ships a lot of ships, this is the first on her list.

She loves how the two of them try to deny their love and put Ravka first, it makes the interactions they have more interesting in which it shows how they would launch into kissing.

She loves their impossible love, but she is working on it.

David: Danya (Leigh Bardugo, why did you break the ship? : ( )

She likes that ship because it's of Genya and she's on it.

The one thing about the ship that he loves most is Genya.

Sounds like a very nice name.

He would do whatever it takes for this ship.

Tolya: He x poetry books

They are the same, tough on the outside but full of feelings in the inside.

He would happily die crushed by a bunch of them.

He spends every night reciting poetry to his book of poems, but this is a secret.

Tamar: Zoyalai

She would ship them with Genya and they would bet on who would declare first. Genya won the bet.

She was angry with Zoya for a while when she found out that Nikolai proposed first because she thought she was going to do it.

When she returns to the palace with Zoya after capturing Nikolai in his demon form, she leave them alone for the ship.

She loves to see how they look at each other when they think no one is watching.

She would write down all the plans that would have for them. She had already chosen their children name and number.

[arcus-sagitta]

In all the posts I’ve seen about Shadow and Bone no one mentioned how different book Tamar and Tolya are to Netflix Tamar and Tolya. In the show it’s just “he likes poems and she’s a badass with axes” but in the books they’re literally part of a cult. I need to see show Tamar and Tolya in the cult.