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Plspls Зима x russian reader? :3
a poet speaks from the heart
synopsis - general hcs with Зима and russian reader
includes - Зима [Zima]
warnings - gn!reader, reader is mentioned to be russian but only at some parts, fluff, slight pda, wc - 314
↪first off, being russian makes communication much easier. he struggles with speaking in any other language so this would be a great weight off him.
↪but that being said, even if you were from elsewhere he would try his absolute hardest to learn your language orif you wanted to, he would help you learn his.
↪ additionally, he can tell you his poems straight away. he doesn't need to translate them and he can immediately share them with you. plus it seems to have more meaning this way.
↪but not much would change. sure being russian meant mainly easier communication with him but even if you weren't he still love you the same.
↪ he's very new to relationships and love as a whole. while he is well versed in it from poems, that doesn't really translate well into a real relationship so he would still be figuring things out.
↪but he tries. and he shows his love in various kess obvious forms. such as reading his poems to or quality time.
↪100% his love language is quality time. at least one of. it doesn't even have to be much. it could just be you and him cuddled up next to each other wherever.
↪but he definitely isn't into pda. he might try if you like pda, but for the most part he hopes your fine with him not doing so well with it.
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Hellooo!! May I please request Зима as a lover? Just sweet fluff with how he caught feelings, how he expresses his love, silly things about him, headcanons, etc. I hope this wasn't too confusing and I'm super sorry if I broke one of the rules, you can just ignore this if I did. Thank you so much nevertheless!!
WINTER ADRIFT — Zima x reader.
i. SUMMARY: Zima as a lover. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words. iv. A/N: Hiii anon!! I was really happy to write this, I love this silly little man. Thank you for the request! ヽ( ・∀・)ノ
Zima is a very serious looking person. He doesn’t smile often, his words are few and far between, and when he does speak it is quiet and under his breath.
Despite this somewhat intimidating appearance, Zima is a very soft person at heart. He adores his little bird, his notebooks filled with scribbled poetry and other writings, and of course you.
You, who appeared in his life as quickly as rainfall, bringing a certain light that he’d never experienced before. You, who split his life into two: the Before, and the After.
Before, he was a lonely poet wandering the Far East, with no one but wild animals to keep him from complete isolation. There was only his bird, his poems. It was a quiet life, one that let loneliness seep in far too quickly for his liking, but it was predictable and calm.
And then came the After. Before, he didn’t mind the solitude. But After—After, he couldn’t bear it, because he’d finally gotten a taste of what it was like to not be alone.
Zima’s days turned from sitting still for hours, writing diligently in his notebook, to walking alongside you through trees, watching the snow fall against his windows together, and baking bread in a kitchen far too small for two.
He fell for you very quickly, even if it took a while for him to realize it. It was only when he reflected upon his notebook and its contents, and noticed the sheer amount of writings dedicated to you. He doesn’t quite focus on his work after he’s penned it, so it was easy enough for the poems to be composed and then tucked away into his mind without realizing how many of them were a reflection on his feelings towards you.
By the time the two of you were properly together, he had already written enough to spill the contents of his heart ten times over.
He’s a very early riser, so he always ends up waking up before you. When he wakes up, he likes to look over at you; to watch your chest rise and fall in a careful rhythm, and observe the way your lips slightly part with every puff of breath. He’ll brush a hand over your forehead first, moving any loose strands of hair out of the way, before pressing a quick kiss to it.
Physical affection isn’t easy for him—in fact, he’s rather shy about it. He would prefer to hold your hand or chastely kiss your cheek rather than be overly affectionate, but if you ask for a hug or kiss, he won’t refuse.
(He gives amazing hugs. Just tight enough to feel secure without being restricting, and warm enough to keep away the winter chill.)
Even if he wants to shower you in sweet words and compliments, he isn’t flawless in the language and sometimes his speech fails him. Talking out loud is more difficult than writing, so the loving compliments he does give you are to be treasured.
Instead of words, he leaves you with gifts. A poem, dedicated to you. Wildflowers, picked from the snow and tied together with a ribbon. Baked foods, each more delicious than the last.
He’ll spend hours with you, not talking, just existing in the same space as him. If you sit with him long enough, you’ll be able to hear quiet mumbles under his breath as he becomes fully absorbed in his writing.
He knew he loved you as soon as the animals became as comfortable around you as they were around him. It began with his bird, who despite being all but glued to his side ever since they had met, decided to land on top of your head and settle in your hair. Next came the rabbits, and the ferrets, and then all of the rest of the creatures.
Those animals were his companions, his friends. It was inevitable they would love you just as much as he did, and seeing them warm up to you so quickly was only further proof that you were the one for him.
Seeing you sitting there, with his bird nestled into the crook of your neck, a fox curled on your lap and an elk resting at your side…
He can’t think of a moment where he’s felt more content.
“Hmm? What are you smiling about?”
“Ah… it is nothing… you simply look… perfect."
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Hello!! Can I request for Зима x pianist!reader? I think the dynamic of it would be fun :))
poetical melodies
synopsis - sometimes hobbies and passions align perfectly
includes - Зима [Zima]
warnings - gn!reader, reader is a pianist, fluff, wc - 377
↪while zima cared little for any hobbies you had, the little joy you would show toward them made him care more and more. but playing piano seemed to intrigue him as he did have a slight fondness for them.
↪if he were to be more specific, he enjoyed the more classical pieces. so if you knew how to play them - specifically his favourites - he would enjoy sitting in the room with you and using it as inspiration for his pieces. he would note that they always became his favourites.
↪but regardless he did enjoy simply listening to you play. it was comforting for him as he normally would like to listen later at night as he could focus on your playing and really immerse himself.
↪eventually if you agreed, he would start requesting you to learn certain songs that he either enjoyed or he could reminisce upon songs from his homeland, even though some memories were less than desirable.
↪and it went the other way around as well. a common past time for you and him would be him reading you his poems. while most the time it was in russian as he struggled with his english, you had gotten to the point where you could guess what he was on about even if you couldn't speak russian.
↪but because of this he did try and learn a bit more english or whatever language you spoke as sometimes he felt bad for you not being able to understand. but in some way it added more meaning to the poems.
↪he may be interested in learning piano after a while. it seemed somewhat calming to play, no matter the struggles to actually learn in the first place. and if you ever agreed to teach him, i can imagine him being naturally very good at it.
↪and if he ever learnt properly you two would definitely would do duets. practicing pieces that you two played in sync and those would also be his favourites. just anything you two did together would be in his memory forever.
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