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Ok so
I was reading a text for my Russian class (thank you Gogol) and a new au was born
Artist!Nikolai
It doesn't have to be full time, can be just a hobby but. He's new to painting, he's pretty good, but still figuring things out
So at some point he and Zoya meet, casually hook up but then it ends up being a not one time thing (shocker!) but still "casual" (and I'm a unicorn)
So at some point either Zoya asks him to paint her ("like one of your French girls") or he asks permission to paint her as practice (haven't decided which one I like more yet)
Long story short, Zoya is used to (and at this point expects) people only noticing her looks and is absolutely speechless when she sees the end result and how little emphasis Nikolai put on her looks (he was experimenting with colors, lighting etc. and "painting" his feelings for her, if you will). At first he thinks she hates it because of her expression but Zoya is just but at emotions so she just kisses him instead
And yeah that's basically it
Disappears back into the void
Been thinking about this for a while because it wouldn't make sense to have them get along from the start canon wise
Do you know what would make sense? Having them hate each other (or well Zoya hate him since I'm pretty sure the hatred was one sided? I honestly don't remember) at first but then Kaz makes a snarky comment about someone, Zoya, without thinking about who made the comment, found it funny and added her own sass in the mix. Then, when she realizes, they kinda stare at each other (with mild dread and disgust on Zoya's part) and without acknowledging anything they just keep the judgement coming, a bit tentatively at first but more confidently as they learn to respect (again, mostly on Zoya's part. I'm like 99% sure Kaz was always neutral about Zoya, I DON'T REMEMBER) each other
Meanwhile, Nikolai and Inej (and literally everyone else) are quaking in their boots in the background because the day Kaz and Zoya team up will be the end of literally everything
whenever people think about kanej and zoyalai double dates, they think Inej and Nikolai bonding over pirating while Zoya is about to pummel Kaz for being, well, Kaz, but I've always loved the idea of them being in the corner judging everyone nearby. that guy has a red button up on? so last season. that person just tripped? they're laughing their asses off. that lady just got arrested for theft? rookie mistake.
Ok
AU fics, take 2 because mobile didn’t like take 1
Librarian!Nikolai and actress!Zoya AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30970139/chapters/76490573
Flower shop AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44740930
Some sort of AU, not sure which even though the tags say cottagecore. Also, prepare for P A I N
https://archiveofourown.org/works/37782880/chapters/94335085
Boxing AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38815320
Accidental marriage AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24040321
Seven minutes in heaven game, drunken confession
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22377853
Assassin AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22017052
University AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21984988/chapters/52461406
Set before the Uni AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25365238
Set after the Uni AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22421014
Also set after the Uni AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25724800
Modern AU, baby fic, ongoing. This one is a bit weird but it made me laugh my ass off so I’ll drop it here anyway
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45772441/chapters/115186696
Sort of soulmates AU? But set in canon
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32363722
Fake marriage AU (sort of). This is one of my favorites but am incredibly sad this isn’t a multi chapter fic
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32001565
Vampire!Zoya and vampire hunter!Nikolai
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48430513
Mafia AU
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30101895
Set after the mafia AU. This little duology here is one of my absolute favorites, despite the absolute PAIN at the end
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31214414
And now, for my absolutely favorite one; fantasy AU, ongoing. Even though Zoyalai isn’t the main ship here (or has even appeared yet) this thing has me in a chokehold (as you’ll see from the comments)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47124508/chapters/118728424
PS: this list was supposed to be shorter. But alas
PPS: I hope I din’t get any links mixed
PPPS: All links are correct!
PPPPS: Just realised I forgot to link one so here, have another Uni AU:
Anyone have some good Zoyalai fic recommendations?
Ok so
I was looking through my history for a very specific Zoyalai fic but I found a bunch of deleted works in there and it may have been one of them
So maybe (by some fucking miracle, even though my luck is terrible) someone on here downloaded it (or if it isn't deleted and I'm fucking blind someone recognizes this). It's an extremely long shot, I know
So
I know almost nothing about the fic (author, title or plot)
What I do remember is maybe the secret relationship trope because I remember the scene towards the end where Zoya and Nikolai were still in their night clothes and people started barging in one by one finding out about them. Also there was a bet involved (the only reason why I remember this is because I thought as I was reading it "hey this would have been infinitely times better with a bet" and then there was a bet. Also I'm 99.9% sure I left a comment on there along those lines)
So yeah
That's it
So I have been thinking
A. Now that Zoya has access to all Grisha orders and types, do we think that she'll throw herself into training to master them or not? The way she was reluctant to acknowledge her dragon powers (or I could be completely misinterpreting this entire part, idk) makes me believe she doesn't do well with change. However, she worked her ass off her entire life basically to be the best Squaller she could be. Hm
B. Since shadow and sun summoning are also technically considered part of the Etherealki, do we think Zoya could do it? When she was using her Durast abilities she said that it felt wrong if I'm remembering correctly. But the other elements of the Etherealki order came to her fairly easily. Hm
Disappears into the void
Nina: If you ever need anything, I'm here 24/6
Jesper: Don't you mean 24/7?
Nina: No, Saturdays are for date nights with Matthias
Kaz: There's no 'i' in team, but there is one in pizza.
Jesper: ... so you're not going to share?
Kaz: I'm not going to share.
Matthias: Describe yourself in one word.
Nina: Yours.
Matthias, in tears: Disgusting.
Matthias: Say it again.
CK King of Scars AND ROW SPOILERSSS
my brain is so consumed with kanej and zoylai that there is no room for normal things help. WAIT NO WHATS THE HANNE NINA SHIP NAME!!!! i mean loved Matthias but he gone now
Okay. Come on, Adrik, you can do this. Get up there and say hello. Normal routine. It doesn’t matter that she’s - well, she’s gorgeous, because you’re normally semi-okay with talking to people, and you can handle it. And maybe you can write your number on her cup, as well. Yes, that sounds…
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My piece for the @grishaversebigbang reverse mini bang!
Check out the amazing fic written by @nonbinarychaoticstupid that this art is based on and the incredible art that @sunlitangles did too!!
Row spoilers
Friend :" hey you're so quiet what are you thinking?"
Me : * OMG I WOULD PAY TO HAVE ANY OF THE CROWS' POV IN ROW, KAZ SCHEMING, THINKING OF INEJ AND BEING SO CONFUSED WHEN HE SEES THE KING'S MONSTER, JESPER NOT UNDESTRANDING ANY OF THE THINGS THAT ARE HAPPENING BUT BEING HAPPY TO BE BACK IN ACTIONS AND HAVING SOFT THOUGHTS ABOUT WYLAN AND WANTING TO PROTECT HIM , WYLAN ONCE AGAIN THINKING "WHAT AM I DOING HERE" BUT THIS TIME HE KNOWS HE IS THERE FOR INEJ , HAVING CUTE THOUGHTS ABOUT JESPER AND HIS MOTHER AND HIS NEW LIFE AAAAAAHHHHH *
Always me : " you wouldn't understand "
vague row spoiler
No one :
Me , on my way to re-read the shadow and bone trilogy knowing full well that I'll have to tune down my affection for that sweet , innocent character that Leigh KILLED in the worst way possibile in rule of wolves : * smiles through the pain *
Okay I am going to say it
✨🥰♥️💞✨🌈✨KANEJ AND ZOYALAI DOUBLE DATE✨🌈🥰😍✨💞
Okay I am going to say it
✨🥰♥️💞✨🌈✨KANEJ AND ZOYALAI DOUBLE DATE✨🌈🥰😍✨💞
AHHHHH HARROWWWW I LOVE YOU 🥹🥹🥹
LMFAO ||GOOSE|| 😂😂 i’m very proud of us for that moment good job go team 😂
you’re such a light in my life (sorry not sorry you may be grumpy dark BUT ALSO LOVE LIGHT AND LAUGHTER I DONT MAKE THE RULES) you’ve got one of the biggest hearts and are an incredibly caring soul, not to mention your overflowing creativity and brilliant mind. i feel oh so lucky to know you and to get to spend time with you 🥹 i can’t believe it’s only been a few months because it feels like i’ve known you my whole life!!! 🥰 i ADORE our shared braincell and am constantly amazed by you on and off this site :))
*i’m* going to do amazing things?!?!? pshawww you’re ALREADY changing the world in so many ways (one smut scene at a time 😈 whaaaaaat who said that 🤪🪿)
eeee my moon, my seokjin, it is a joy and honor to be your friend and jungkook 🥰 i wish i could give you a thousand hugs!!!!! thank you thank you for the sweet wishes 💜💜
💝 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @echotoyou!!! 💐
what a joy it was to meet you in person! and to be your friend online!!! who knew that writing smut would lead me to making such wonderful friendships lolol. my days are filled with so much brightness and joy when i hear from you, especially when we share the same braincell (||goose||)!!! i can't even begin to count our many inside jokes, and whenever your voice drops to that soft, sympathetic tone, it makes my insides squeeze because you truly are so, so kind.
💐💝🥰🌷😍💘🌙🌸✨💜🎈🥺🌻💖🦉🦆🐳
i absolutely adore you, and i hope we remain friends for a good long time! you are so bright, and so smart, and you are going to do such wonderful things for this world, and i look forward to cheering you on!!! just like this:
happy birthday, baby star candy!!! you are the absolutely best jungkook that a seokjin like me could ever ask for!!! 🥰😍🥺
HARROW AHHH!!
🥹🥹🥹
sorry hold on lemme just 😭😭😭😭😭😭
i read this earlier and cried and can now feel myself tearing up again oh my goodness to know someone like you is an incredibly special thing 🥰 thank you for all of these sweet words!!!
(a real, live image of me reading this earlier)
ah!! a hundred, million thank yous for agreeing to be my beta reader on this fic. this is one of the first things i've written 100% for fun and i was terrified of it seeing the light of day. but then you swooped in to become my biggest cheerleader, and suddenly i wasn't nervous anymore :) thank you endlessly for your help, time, and love. it means so so much. I admire so much about you and how you exist and persist in the world 🥹
MG's heart bleeds into these paragraphs in a way that is not too eager or too forceful; it just simply is.
iufhjoaehfohefh 💖💖💖💖 [note to self: bleed into the computer hard drive next time]
he's so gentle and sweet and i love him.
hehe me too :) i really let squishy yoongi out and said "do the hugs and good advice thing PLEASE"
i absolutely ADORE YOU and you'll be the first to know if i decide there's more to write ;)
pizza and packing
pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns/gendered language are used for the reader)
summary: you’re moving to a new city and packing up everything you own. It’s a little overwhelming to do by yourself, so thank goodness yoongi knocks on your door to remind you that you’re not alone (plus he brought a smoothie!).
wordcount: 2.4k
what’s inside: fluff, angsty reader quickly followed by comfort, yoongi’s hugs could solve the climate crisis, crying, some overthinking with a dash of spiraling
posted: august 2023 (also on ao3!)
beta read by @theharrowing!!! thank you for SO much i love you an incredible amount 🪿
note: wow this started off as me needing to process some things and then turned into an entire story lol. enjoy!! ALSO this is my first time writing fanfic so please please let me know what you think!!!!!
Moving sucks.
You knew this, theoretically. People always complain that moving is too expensive, too much work, simply too hard.
But no one warned you about the loneliness. How your home begins to echo as you pull mugs from cabinets and sweaters from drawers, stuffing it all unceremoniously into boxes. The uncomfortable chill that seeps into the newly empty spaces no longer taken up by your rug or TV. Not to forget the bare spots left by taking down the fairy lights circling the ceiling, your wall of photos and art prints, and the whiteboard calendar that still counts down the days to last month’s big celebration.
Just this morning you cried over a crumpled note found in the back corner of your desk. Rereading your best friend’s well wishes about your new home!, a new start!, a fun adventure! made you realize you couldn’t remember the last time you had deliberately picked up the phone to dial their number.
The doorbell startles you from your thoughts as a rogue tear slips down your cheek. You swipe at it and a quick glance at your phone tells you your fourth take out order of the week isn’t supposed to be here yet. You relax back onto your couch and settle beneath your multicolored crocheted blanket, willing the cheese on your future pizza to melt just a little faster.
Your stomach grumbles in protest at the thought and you join it, groaning when the doorbell rings a second time. Today’s packing-up-your-apartment uniform consisted of a set of well-loved pjs, with a few holes you are definitely ignoring, and tossing your unshowered hair into a top knot. In other words, you were not in the mood to chat up a solicitor.
“I’ve already found God! Thank you!” you yell at the door from your fortress of comfort.
A familiar low chuckle paired with a rhythmic knock greets you this time, and recognition makes you roll your eyes and grin. You untangle yourself from your cozy nest of blankets before sprinting over to the door. Flinging it open, you see a familiar sight: Min Yoongi, phone in one hand, thermos in the other, and gummy smirk plastered across his features.
“I thought you were the delivery guy,” you mumble. “Why didn’t you just knock first?”
Yoongi shrugs and holds out the thermos for you to take, “This one is banana peanut butter with kale and…” he stops for a moment, shakes his head and continues, “something else, too, I don’t know. I promise it tastes good though.”
With suspicion only just hiding the smile in your eyes, you open the thermos and take a long gulp, sighing after you swallow. Oof. Had you actually eaten anything today? Yoongi, still in the doorway, laughs out loud, his expression circling between amusement and chagrin as he catches your eye.
“Cherries. It’s got cherries in it. And now your lips are very red.” He chuckles again with a sparkle in his eye and gaze lingering on your mouth for maybe a moment too long.
“Mhm” you wink at him and take an extra swig from the thermos for good measure, turning around to walk into your apartment. You freeze, suddenly seeing the disembodiment of your living room through his eyes and feel him run into your back with a soft ‘oof.’
“Um okay so um this doesn’t normally look like this, I–”
“Y/N, you’re moving”
“Yes, I know, but um there’s nowhere to sit and I can’t make you tea or anything, because the pot is packed, and I don’t have any food or snacks to offer, and–”
Your word vomit dies down as you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder, the slight pressure turning you around to face him. You’re sure he can see the panic in your eyes as he hums a short positive note.
“Do you want me to leave? I wanted to make sure you ate something with greens today and I think I’ve got that checked off the box,” he gestures toward your hands where you’re still clutching his thermos with a death grip.
With your brain still catapulting headfirst into all of the ways you are currently failing at your people-are-over-must-be-a-perfect-host duties, you purse your lips and sigh, “Yeah, maybe.”
You see something unfamiliar pass across his features, but it morphs so quickly into a sweet smile you can’t decipher it fast enough.
“Alrighty then.” He nods, “best of luck with the rest of your packing. Let me know if you need anything else, and I’ll see you later.” He turns and walks out the door, down your front steps and disappears around the corner.
You push the door shut and rest your forehead on the cool wood for a moment, the slight chill relieving you of your hosting concerns when the next set of concerns sidle in.
Wait, did he want to stay? Better question, did you want company? Being alone for the past three days had been making you feel stir-crazy, but there was still so much to do, and it was exhausting directing other people. But he’s not your normal ‘other people.’ Did he drive away yet? Maybe you can still catch him. Ah shit, did you even thank him for the smoothie?
Your thoughts tumble and jumble with the force of a second spin cycle – UGH you also still have laundry to do. Pulling yourself from the door, you give up on trying to catch him and head back to the safety of your couch. You sip from his thermos and pull out your phone to text a quick thank you.
A few minutes later, your phone pings with the notification that your pizza has been delivered. You open the app to double check the photo the driver sent as your doorbell rings.
You break out into laughter as you pull open the door for a second time and show the grinning man on the other side the photo on your phone: Min fucking Yoongi outside your door holding two pizza boxes with a shit eating grin on his face and giving the camera a thumbs up.
“Someone order pizza?”
—
An hour later, you’re not sure who convinced who to stay, but you’ve both been fed and watered with cheesy nonsense and warm conversation.
Remarkably, he wasn’t bothered by the stacks of boxes and piles of items yet to be packed. The other half of your brain reminds you that he’s seen your apartment – and you – through all levels of disarray, some messes 100% yours, like when laundry day lasts a week and takes over your bedroom, the living room, and somehow the bathroom. Other messes were more of a group effort, when you would join forces to make the biggest mess in your kitchen possible while learning a new cooking technique from your subscription meal kit boxes.
Paper plates thrown into a garbage bag and half a pizza wrapped up for tomorrow’s breakfast later, you plop yourself on your carpet, back leaning against your couch, and sigh. You had been trying your darndest to separate the mountain of boxes in front of you into “give away” and “keep” before Yoongi had knocked on your door the first time, and they had now snuck from the ignorable periphery back into your sight.
All at once, the previously easy chatter catches in your throat and you feel yourself trail off, whatever you had just been laughing about suddenly dying on your lips.
“Hey,” a soft voice pierces through the bubble of your thoughts.
“Where did you go, just now?”
You turn to see Yoongi sitting cross legged next to you. He cocks his head at you, his voiced question clear in his soft eyes and slight frown. You avoid his eyes by looking down at your hands in your lap, and realize you are clutching your nearly empty water glass as if it was a life preserver. Raising the cup to your lips, you shrug and gesture loosely at the boxes, the white walls, the furniture marked for people who had messaged you on Facebook Marketplace.
This room would no longer be yours in less than a week, the items in it in even less time. It was more full than it had ever been and yet you felt the emptiness of each drawer and closet echoing with something akin to grief.
“Can I touch you?”
You nod, and immediately feel a warm hand touching yours, gently prying the cup from your clutches and setting it aside. He stands and ignores your protests as he tugs you to your feet. He wraps your arms around his waist and encircles your shoulders with his, pulling you into his chest and squeezing gently. You turn your head to the side so your cheek presses against the soft fabric of his shirt. The pressure of his chin sitting on top of your head feels overwhelming and wholly correct at the same time. Tears prick your eyes for the umpteenth time, and the comforting weight of Yoongi’s hug can’t keep them at bay.
“I just…” the words fade as you sniffle. “I just don’t know how to do this and I feel like I’m doing it all kinds of wrong.”
He hums, and his arms squeeze you a little tighter. Melting into the hug, you allow yourself to bury yourself face first in his soft tee and inhale deeply. His gentle scent of freshly laundered clothing with a hint of citrus is all it takes for your breath to turn into shorter, shuddering sobs, wracking your body.
You feel him gently rub the small of your back. Wave after wave of emotion floods your system, ping ponging between frustration and sadness and anger and fear. Each time you let yourself recognize and validate one thought, another sneaks in, bringing a new wave of tears.
One thought in particular stands as a concrete tower above the rest: you had been its architect for the past few months, placing stone after stone higher than the last until it was magnificent in its largess and painful in its stability. Ignoring it had become normal practice until now, when you looked up and realized you had built the tower around yourself.
You were choosing to leave. You chose to move thousands of miles from your family, and now you were choosing again to move hundreds of miles away from the family you had found here. There was no one to blame, no mystical forces of nature to shift the attention to. It was all just you.
A small noise breaks the paralyzing stillness of your thoughts, and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The sound blankets your spiral in a layer of sweet, comforting darkness. You grab at the tuneless melody like a rope and as the rumbling within his chest begins to center you back in your living room, safe in his arms again, you realize he was humming. You squeeze his waist a little tighter and as you release, his humming trickles off.
“If it’s any consolation, no one knows what they’re doing.” He whispers into your hair. “Especially when packing up a home they’ve lived in for a while. This place is stocked with things, yes, but also memories. You’ve grown and changed a whole lot since you moved in.”
“So then why am I leaving?” your voice cracks on the last word as you hiccup it into the void.
He shrugs, “We both know I can’t answer that for you. I do hope that whatever answer you decided on when you started this process is still true, and if it’s not, then this is just one choice. And you can make a new one in the future.”
You ‘hrumph’ back at him and take another deep breath.
Your breathing soon begins to match his small, rhythmic motions, inhaling and exhaling as your brain clears. You pull back from where you had smushed your face on his shirt, grimacing at the snot left on his shirt, and wiggling to escape his embrace in search of a tissue. He seems to have a different idea as his grip strengthens and you look up to see his concerned eyes searching for yours. Suddenly, a cat-like grin breaks out across his features and out of nowhere, the man laughs.
“How could someone look so beautiful after sobbing like the Titanic was sinking?”
You groan, for likely the fiftieth time today, and swat at his chest. With another smirk, he releases you from the hug. You shiver from the immediate loss of body heat and quickly look around the room for something resembling a tissue that had not been packed yet. You hear him clear his throat, and you look back to be met with a tissue dangling right in front of your face.
“Thank you” your voice sounds small and gravely and you blot your eyes and nose before making eye contact with the spots on his shirt again. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry… your shirt…” your voice fades as you unconsciously reach out toward the stains, your only focus to assess the damage. He gently catches your wrist before your hand hits his chest, and places a butterfly light kiss on your knuckles.
“Don’t worry about it. This is my designated moving t-shirt, eligible for dust, stains, and tears – bonus points if you get all three in one go,” he winks, fluidly moving his hand from your wrist to your fingers, and spins you around in circles until you can’t help but give him a watery grin. Pulling you in for another hug, he gently squeezes you once more before letting go and heading toward the kitchen. You hear the squeak of the faucet before he reappears proudly brandishing your glasses now full of water.
You accept the glass he holds out and let your eyes scan the pile of things in front of you. The boxes in the corner pull your attention again and you start to feel the overwhelm teeter you back over the edge. Taking a deep breath, you sip at the water and move to sit on the couch, seeking the comfort of your blanket once again.
“Let’s do something easy tonight, okay? No thoughts, just blankets.”
You nod, and he plugs in the TV that you had moved into a corner for ‘safe keeping’ while you sold the table it stood on. He settles next to you on the couch and you spy a slight knowing smile on his face as he navigates to your favorite show, the one you started over to watch with him, and the one that makes you happy cry every time.
He slides his hand into yours and it doesn’t leave for the entirety of the first, second, or third episode you watch. Neither does he when you fall asleep on his shoulder.
HAHAH can confirm that there’s not only one result 🙃🤪
absolutely obsessed with this piccrew 🥰🥰!!!!!
i got tagged by @jooniesxbby ✨
lil guy pic crew // uquiz that will call you out for no reason :’)
passing the ouchie along to @jihopesjoint @yoongukie-ff @daechwitatamic @sailoryooons @here2bbtstrash @here4kpopfics and anyone else that wants to do it 💘
it’s TIME!!!!!!! it is broad daylight, i have many hours before i’m supposed to sleep, and i am PSYCHED to read this oh my gosh the forum idea sounds so neat i can’t wait to see how it all shakes out hehehehe yay
The Hooksborough Demon
You and two friends ventured into the location of an urban legend with the intention of exploring an abandoned building and having a laugh at small town lore for clout.
But after a series of mysterious events, you have turned to a forum a year later to try to piece everything together, and to find out what the fuck happened to Yoongi & Jimin.
🤍 Yoongi x Female Reader x Jimin 🤍 word count: 19.1k + “forum comments” 🤍 paranormal au, urban legend au, found footage horror, gore, poly, smut, nsfw, slash, 21+ 🤍 warnings: disappearance & possible major character death, mental instability, unreliable narrator, haunting imagery, blood, gore, explicit smut, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, mmf threesome, double penetration, unresolved cliffhanger ending. | to give the story that uncomfortable found footage horror vibe, there is a sense that the townsfolk are not friendly to outsiders in the second chapter. there is nothing specifically mentioned, nor any blatant racism or anything of that vein. 🤍 note: please don’t read this before bed lol. i get so many distressed comments about being scared before bed. read this at noon with all the lights on and with a refreshing cup of tea. 💜✨ also, if this story feels like a fever dream at times, that is because i had covid while writing most of it, and took a lot of cough medicine, and many of these scenes actually did come from my dreams. 🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🤍 posted dec. 2021 & jan. 2022 | read on ao3
INDEX:
1: An Introduction | 500 words + comments
2: The vibes were off | 1.8k words + comments
3: From smiling to…something else | 2k words + comments
4: maybe i’ll wake up | 118 words + comments
5: A big black mass | 1.8k words + comments
6: Another night chasing medication down with whiskey | 2.2k words + comments
7: Oddly calm | 2.1k words + comments
8: Wake up, wake up, wake up! | 1.4k words
9: Difference instances | 2.7k words + comments
10: I have wanted this for so long | 2.1k words + comments
11: Rushed and frantic and diagonal | 1.1k words + comments
12: I can’t stay here until I find both of you together | 260 words + comments
13: Once I eat you heart, you’re mine forever | 500 words + comments
14: This is it | 560 words + comments
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kaz being incredibly soft for inej
kaz immediately beginning to negotiate with nikolai at the mention of keeping inej safe is so adorable i can’t handle it
and kaz subsequently threatening a literal KING after one minor provoking statement is the definition of romance 10/10
kaz not being able to look at anyone when speaking of inej because he can’t stand that it’s impossible for him to hide how much he loves her and you know how much he’s tried