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Okay so... About the new zoya fic, how about some classic angst idea where the situations was switched? Like, what if instead of zoya, it's the reader who get hurt? Maybe the hospital get attacked or something? There's so much possibilities but I'd like to hear what you thought about this, pretty please?👉👈

oh, zoya is going feral. if the danger is still present, she's rampaging until all that's left is her and you. if the danger is already dealt with, she's scooping you into her arms and booking it to salva. fuck getting a car or bike, there's no time, and zoya doesn't have those long fucking legs for nothing. she's running like the absolute wind, leaping and vaulting over any obstacles in her way because of all the things in the world that she's lost by god she will not lose you.

if the hospital is attacked, zoya is notified about it immediately and she's going over there herself with her best legionnaires. assuming iron hasn't handled the situation already, she does NOT hold back, dragging whoever dared to attack legion-protected lands by the neck and flinging them out onto the road. she respects you and iron enough to not kill on hospital grounds, but outside? no man's land. iron, especially if you got injured, turns a complete blind eye to the slaughter.

once everything has been handled she's rushing back in to be by your side. if it's not too bad, she'll sit by you while you're being stitched up, maybe holding your hand to support you. stitches hurt, she knows from experience. or maybe you're stitching yourself up, and she tries not to let the discomfort—not from blood or anything, but from seeing you hurt—on her face show. she'll wordlessly help you get what you need; gauze, wire, needle, saline. and once you're done she'll help with the bandaging.

but if your condition is bad, oh, she's pacing out in front of the OR. she'll be caught between anger at being late to protect you from getting hurt and anxiety that fuck, she really might lose you. both feel like they're clawing at her already fractured soul. she'll wait outside the OR for as long as it takes until iron comes out, exhaustion written on her features, and zoya braces for bad news, but exhales loudly with relief when iron tells her you're fine. once she gets to see you, you're still asleep from medication, and she takes your hand so gently, hating how fragile you seem like this.

(there's a howling voice in her head that says your fault. all your fault.

she doesn't fight it.)

when you wake up, she's asleep by your bedside, your hand still tenderly held in her own. she stirs when you brush your fingers against her knuckles, and she manages an uncharacteristically small "hey". she offers you an easygoing smile, but you know her well enough to notice the guilt in her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to hide it. you'll have to reassure her, like coaxing a frightened dog, that none of it was her fault, and that, well, she got here in time, didn't she? you're alive, so it's all fine.

if you invite her into your small cot, she won't say no, and if you wrap your arms around her, she won't move a muscle. her body curls around your smaller one, protective even in sleep.

iron finds you both tangled together the next morning when she's due to change your bandages. anne is about to step in and stop her from waking you and zoya, but to her surprise, iron is the one who quietly shuts the curtains again and steps away.

(it's been a long time since she's seen you that peaceful, after all.)

to love (and be loved).

fandom ; path to nowhere

pairing ; zoya x fem!reader

content ; fluff, flirting, zoya is down bad for reader, stuff gets a bit spicy at the end 👀

summary ; zoya doesn’t normally oversleep, but with the soft sunlight shining into your shared bedroom and the easy breeze circulating in your shared bedroom, how could she not spare a few minutes to cuddle with her beloved?

a/n ; ahh i finally posted my first work for zoya my wife 😭 i was short on ideas when i wrote this but please still enjoy! also please feel free to send in requests for my dear lady because i want to keep writing for her!

It wasn’t every day that Zoya got the chance to spend time with you. Usually, the both of you would go your separate ways at the start of each day, and when you returned home, you were just too tired to take anything further. Zoya didn’t mind at first (you were a busy woman), but she found herself growing more and more desperate for your affection. As it turned out, even the Legion Commander was needy sometimes. 

Eyes still sticky with sleep, Zoya rolled over, the bed creaking below her weight. You were lying on the other side of the bed, so close that if she were to stretch out her hand, she would be able to touch you. Your eyes were still blissfully shut even though the sun had risen a while ago, and under the soft morning light, you looked like an angel. Your lips were slightly parted, and she fought the urge to press a kiss to your mouth, fearing that she would wake you from your much needed slumber.

It was something she both shunned and admired about you: as the Chief of MBCC, you always seemed to work yourself to the bone, sacrificing your own basic needs to keep the organization running. She herself wasn’t one for self-preservation, but she knew lately you had been pushing your limits to the extent where she needed to step in. It didn’t take much to convince Nightingale to relieve you of your work for the day, and Zoya herself had cleared her own schedule to spend time with you.

What a hassle you are… she thought lovingly, her gaze filled with warmth towards you.

Almost as if you sensed her gaze, you began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, squinting in the sudden light, until you met Zoya's stare.

Eyes usually sharp and glaring were now soft and serene, and for a moment, she wasn’t the Legion Commander hiding a bruised heart – she was simply your Zoya.

“Hello, there,” you said, voice still hoarse with sleep. You turned to face her fully, reaching out to caress her cheek softly with the back of your hand as she mumbled a response.

She shut her eyes, the sensation of your skin against yours making her heart tremble. Zoya wanted more – needed more – but her intensity was quickly quelled when your fingers traveled to her temples, running along her silver hair. She sighed in contentment, enjoying the simple sounds of the morning, until she heard you giggle under your breath.

Her eyes snapped open. “Why are you laughing?” Her voice came out more defensive than she expected, but you didn’t take it to heart. Your smile widened, and you leaned towards her, your weight supported by your elbows.

“You like it when I do this, hm?” You continued to play with her hair, brushing the stray locks from her eyes. She frowned up at you, but her eyes glinted playfully behind her bangs.

The next thing you knew, she had curled her fingers around your wrist, your own fingers still tangled in her hair. You released a small yelp as she pulled you down, your face landing flat onto her chest. Zoya laughed, reaching up to stroke the back of your head while the other snaked around your waist.

“Where did your confidence go all of a sudden?” You buried your face into her neck, heat rushing to your face.

“It’s not fair!” you protested. She flipped you over suddenly, making you yelp again. "You're lucky I fancy you. Even now I'm holding back quite a bit of my power…"

You pouted, your wrists trapped in her hands. You knew your lover was just messing with you; she was much stronger than you were, and yet her grasp on you was so gentle. That didn't mean horseplaying with her was easy though. Luckily, you knew of a way to make her slow her advances and melt like putty in your hands. 

You sighed, allowing your eyes to skim her body as you smiled faintly. "I love you too, Zoya."

You saw the moment her eyes softened again, and the cold metal of her gaze turned to a gentle ocean blue. Now it was her turn to pout. "So that's your secret weapon?" She released your wrists and bent down to kiss you, partially to hide the stir of emotions surfacing on her features.

Before you, the word ‘love’ was foreign to her; she only knew to fight back against the world that so desperately desired her downfall, teeth bared and fists clenched. But under your touch, her words and her deeds softened; never in her life did she think it was possible to bear her heart to someone without facing judgment. Sometimes it wasn’t easy to put into words, but Zoya knew she loved you. She would go to war for you – die for you, even – if it was the last thing she would do.

Her mouth moved to hover over the column of your throat, kissing the area where she felt your pulse beating steadily – before pulling away from you, much to your disappointment. She pulled you on top of her so that you were straddling her waist, and even though you were looking down at her, you could feel that she was still the one in control.

“You said I wasn't playing fair?" Zoya said, her voice hoarse with need. Her hand trailed from your neck to your collarbone to your sternum where the collar of your nightgown hung low, and you fought the urge to shut your eyes and lean into her touch.

“Show me what you’re capable of.”

ps: is anyone willing to send me zoya's voicelines if they have her? i don't have her (i want her so bad though) but i kinda need her voicelines for research purposes 😭

Up for a Ride

જ⁀➴ Been thinking about Zoya taking you for a ride in her motorcycle… But with a twist.

જ⁀➴ Warning ! .. NSFW, public sex(?), fingering, mentions of cunnilingus at the end, degrading

“You like that? Fuck you look hot…”

She was so rough, fucking you hard and deep with her long fingers. The iron claws were discarded in order not to hurt you. Your back was pressed against the motorcycle’s seat, while she was standing up holding your lower body. One leg placed on her shoulder while two fingers were being thrusting inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

You couldn’t help the moans escaping your mouth, no matter how much you tried to keep yourself silent. It was just so good, the way her fingers moved in and out inside of you, her thumb rubbing small circles on your clit.

“What? Can’t keep quiet? Too much for you?” Zoya laughed, looking down at you with a smirk at the sight of you struggling. “What if someone hears you moaning like a whore and find out huh?”

Perhaps you were teasing her too much during the ride. Whispering dirty things in her ear trying to get a reaction from it, never did you think she would actually stop her motorcycle in a dark alleyway just to fuck you.

You clenched around her fingers at the thought, the possibility of someone walking in on you, the risk. Though you know very well that in reality Zoya would never let that happen, seeing you in this state is a sight only she is allowed to see; no one else but her.

“Oh? You just got tighter. Damn slut, you really are a dirty girl huh? Just as I thought.” Somehow her movement got even faster, making you bite back a cry. She felt so good against your gummy walls, welcoming her rough fingers in.

You gripped tightly on her leather jacket, and just when you were about to reach your peak— she stopped; pulling out her fingers covered in your wetness before licking them clean.

“N-no.. Why did you stop?” You whined desperately rubbing your thighs together.

“What? You thought I was gonna let you cum just like that? Pfft, no way. You’re going to work for it instead, pretty girl. On your knees, now.”

Just like that, you got on your knees, staring up at her submissively wondering what exactly she had in mind for you. Until she started taking off her pants, “You will use that pretty little mouth of yours, and if you do well, I might just give you that sweet release you’ve been aching for.”

I hate that I care about you

Zoya Nazyalensky x f!reader

NSFW

A/N: I love Zoya & I'm still new to these

Summary: Zoya wasn't good at feelings, she hated them actually, but it was about time she did something about it. Any longer and she would've lost it.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and slightly spicy content.

Word Count: 1.6k

-Zoya-

Zoya had noticed her early. She was an easy target in the beginning – but took her jibes and taunts with grace, subtly returning them, with a wink, that made her flush and storm off. They became friends – a tenuous friendship certainly – but saved each other’s lives enough to earn the respect. People didn’t think a Squaller and Inferni could complement each other in battle but they proved them wrong. Her beauty was subtle but haunting in a way. She was closed off, but always had a smile on her face. Much like herself, personal questions were deflected – but she did it kindly. 

The day she snapped was the day Zoya realized she was in love – disgusting. They were on the run, and Zoya hadn’t come close to dying or anything, but she had been shot, and let out a horrible scream. 

-Y/N- 

She heard Zoya’s scream, saw the pain on her face, and her knife flew directly into his neck, fire blazed from her, hitting each of her targets directly – followed by gunshots. In the end, she was breathing heavily, fists clenched at her sides, and 10 soldiers lying dead around her. Tamar and Tolya had come running at the sound of commotion. She turned to look at them, letting out a sigh before stalking over to Zoya and crouching down next to her.

“You asshole”, she said – seeing that Zoya was perfectly conscious, just a bullet had glazed her shoulder. 

“Excuse me. I’m the one who was injured”. 

“Yes, and it’s obnoxious”. She snapped. Zoya’s eyes widened, and she grabbed her hand with her good arm, a surprisingly intimate gesture. 

“I’m fine. Quit being fussy”. They broke out into laughter. Zoya groaned, her wound aching with the movements. 

-Tamar- 

“Any survivors?” Tamar asked her brother, whose hands were held up to listen for heartbeats. He shook his head. They ran over to where Zoya and y/n were lying on the ground. Y/N held Zoya’s hand, and Zoya was laughing of all things. She exchanged a glance with her brother. Definitely flirting, she thought. They would complement each other well if they ever acknowledge it. The scene surprised her – y/n had never been particularly violent, and it seems like she had underestimated her. They all snapped at one point or another, and she became a deadly soldier. Tamar knew what could happen next – one, she would become even more hesitant to take lives, or two – the most likely scenario in this case – she would become a deadly fighter and stop hesitating. She had a feeling it would be the second, she could see it in the way she had stood and heaved. There wasn’t any regret in her eyes, just anger. She walked over to the two, careful not to spook them. Her brother and she crouched down next to them, and Tolya started working on healing them. She placed a hand on y/n’s shoulder and helped her up, motioning them to walk together, Zoya would be fine with Tolya. She gave a tight grin to Zoya, who nodded, and they walked off. 

“Impressive”. Tamar commented. 

“They hurt her”, she replied. 

“She’s been injured before”. 

“When there were others around”. 

“You did what you had to”. 

“I don’t feel bad”, she said. “Does that make me a horrible person?”. 

Tamar thought for a few seconds, the next words would be important. “No, it makes you a fighter”. 

She had a sad smile on her face, and Tamar grabbed her into a hug, holding her close. “Tell her how you feel”, she whispered. Y/N huffed, and Tamar could hear the eye roll. 

“So, I can be rejected? No thanks”. She answered. 

“You might be surprised”, Tamar pulled back, holding her by the shoulders. Y/N just shrugged and kept walking, she fell into step beside her, and they walked in a comfortable silence to the camp. They had to pack up and leave tonight, there were no other options. 

-Zoya- 

Zoya thought she would go insane, watching her spar with Tamar and the various first army soldiers. The triumphant grin on her face when she knocked a first army soldier on his back, no small science necessary. The good humor she took her beatings from Tamar with. She’d been jealous of the two originally before learning it was more of a friendship. She knew y/n valued Tamar’s friendship and advice greatly, and vice versa. Besides, Tamar had Nadia. 

She wanted her. So much it hurt. But how was she supposed to say anything? Ruin their tentative friendship? She supposed they could die any day. And they were leaving tomorrow, so she decided to make her move tonight. Worst case she was rejected. Zoya shuddered at the thought of that. Rejection wasn’t something she was familiar with – and something she hated; she wouldn’t generally pursue anyone she thought might reject her. Except for Mal, but that was to piss Alina off. Quite petty of her honestly but she didn’t care at the time. It was generous of her to tell Alina she only had him once, and of the nickname he’d developed. She circled around to Tamar, who was standing on the edge of the circle, watching y/n take on a second army soldier. 

“I’ll make my move tonight”, she muttered, low enough that only the other girl could hear. Tamar broke into a grin. 

“Finally,” she said, and Zoya rolled her eyes. 

Later that night, Zoya caught her in her room, sitting in bed with her back propped against the headboard, lazily making little flames spurt up from her fingers. Zoya smiled. It was ridiculously attractive to watch her use her powers, for no good reason. The flames died out and her head snapped to her as she leaned against the doorframe. She smiled a motioned for Zoya to come to sit next to her. 

She sat and took a deep breath. “I care about you”, y/n’s eyes widened. “And it’s the most frustrating thing. It’s terrifying and real and I hate it. But I can’t stop caring about you”. 

That was pathetic, Zoya thought, ‘I hate that I care about you’. She looked at the confused expression on the other girl’s expression before she stood back up with a huff. She pulled the other girl towards the edge of the bed and kissed her. 

It was hungry and purposeful – spoke clearly of her feelings for her. She was a bit surprised at the desperation she felt in the other girl’s kiss like she was scared this would slip away. Maybe she does feel the same way. 

-Y/N- 

She didn’t know what to expect when Zoya entered her room, but it certainly wasn’t that. Terrified it would slip away, and Zoya would proclaim it a joke, she shifted on her knees and knotted her hands into her hair. Her heartbeat rapidly as she pressed her body into hers, feeling her body notch against her. One hand came out of her hair, brushing down the back of her neck, around to her collarbone. 

When Zoya leaned back, she couldn’t think clearly, her whole body shook with nerves – terrified of rejection, and that she’d taken it too far. Zoya saw the fear in her features and rolled her eyes before shoving her onto her back. Y/N fell back with a gasp. Smiling at the smirk on Zoya’s features. 

“I knew I’d like getting you on your back”. 

Her jaw dropped and she rolled her eyes, moving one hand to the back of her head before pulling her down into a rough kiss. She spoke next.

“If something happens. I want you to know I …” 

“You what?” Zoya murmured in her ear. 

“I’ve wanted you for a long time”. She answered, and it came out shaky – but not meek. 

Zoya kissed down her neck and she let out a small moan when she gently bit on her collarbone – not hard enough to leave a bruise. They didn’t need any teasing from their friends. 

Zoya kissed her again, rough, and purposeful, full of desire and built-up sexual tension. Her skin was hot, and she felt her hand trail up her sides, stopping to run up and down the sides of her breast, gently brushing against them through her clothing. She reached up to pull Zoya down closer, wanting to feel every inch of her body against hers. Instead, Zoya leaned back to straddle her hips, pulling her top over her head, and casting it to the side without another care. She pulled her shirt off too, with no patience at all. They each hadn’t worn any bras – a habit they’d developed during their time on the run. They were cumbersome and added extra, unnecessary, weight. 

-After the ambush-

Zoya’s scream when she found y/n sprawled on the field, arms splayed awkwardly, eyes glazed over, was horrific and immediately caught Tamar and Tolya’s attention. They sprinted over. Tamar searched frantically for a heartbeat. Tolya kept Zoya from blowing up the surrounding area. She thrashed against him but couldn’t break his hold. 

“There’s a heartbeat”, Tamar whispered. The girl sweat as she worked for the better part of an hour to bring her heart back up to rhythm. Zoya practically sobbed in relief as y/n gasped, taking in a breath of air. Tolya let her free and she fell to her side, holding her cold hand in between hers. 

“You asshole”, she whispered, and a smile glistened across her face, her head turned slowly to look Zoya in the eyes. 

“Excuse me, I’m the one who was injured”, she whispered back. They burst into laughter before y/n groaned, her ribs aching. The pain couldn’t ruin the moment. Zoya held her hand, the love in her eyes, nothing could replace the feelings that blossomed inside both of them, beginning to burst through. 

Masterlist

I do not write anything nsfw for underage characters

any smut is marked (*)

Tamar x Reader

sweet solutions *

thats when she knew she lost her

that's when she knew she lost her nsfw*

make every moment count

make every moment count nsfw*

almost too late

princesses get what they want

I better live so I can make fun of her for this

this is inconvenient

would it have been worth taking?

I made a promise

Zoya x Reader

I hate that I care about you

ache for you*

Tamar x Nadia

everything's different

under the stars one last time*

Quizzes

Bastard, Lesbian, Poet

Bastard, Wraith, Poet

Queen, Soldier, Arsonist

fic ideas i have that are either too much commitment or too chaotic for me to commit to :))

YALL PLS I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS I NEED TO LET GO OF SO I HAVE TO SAY THEM OUT LOUD TO EITHER PUT THEM ON HOLD OR LET GO OF THEM ENTIRELY 

IF YOU READ THIS LIST YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BULLY ME,, THERE’S A REASON IDEAS THAT ARE NOT WANTED ARE ON HERE OKAY 

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1. a fic where the darkling and alina are lowkey fighting over the reader bc MY BISEXUAL HEART BEATS FOR BOTH OF THEM ALONE OKAY 

(LOWKEY JUST WANT TO TRY WRITING ALINA IN GENERAL BC I LOVE HER)

2. a beauty and the beast retelling that’s either kaz brekker (and SOC based) x reader or darkling (that’s shadow and bone based) x reader THATS TOO MUCH FOR RIGHT NOW I THINK,, IT’D BE SO EXTRA BC I LOVE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST STORIES OK

3. Anastasia au-ish/retelling with Kaz Brekker x reader THE SAME REASON IT’D BE SUCH A LONG SERIES BC IM OBSESSED WITH THE ANASTASIA STORYLINE--LOST PRINCESS FALLS IN LOVE WITH THE CRIMINAL TRYING. TO SELL HER AS A REAL PRINCESS?? PLEASE

4. IM EMBARRASSED OF THIS ONE YALL--lowkey think it would be fun to make a darkling x reader x kaz brekker love triangle FOR THE EXPERIENCE ALONE BC THEYRE BOTH SO DRAMATIC AND SIMPS AT THE END OF THE DAY LIKE I KNOW THIS SOUNDS BAD BUT LIKE IMAGINE THE DARKLING BEING LIKE STAY HERE BUT KAZ IS TRYING TO GET U FOR A JOB (kinda like in the show but not) BUT THERE’S UNDERLYING FEELINGS --- THIS IS SO UNNEEDED BUT IN MY MIND BC OF THE AESTHETIC!! YALL KNOW IM A DRAMATIC BITCH 

5. Zoya x reader -- I HAVE NO GOOD PLOT FOR THIS BUT I LOVE HER

6. Genya x reader where the reader is insecure and is like hey genya can u fix this and then genya’s like shut up im in love with u and ur perfect BUT LIKE I FEEL LIKE THIS COULD BE TOXIC IDK I DONT TRUST MYSELF TO NOT PROJECT MY ED A LITTLE TOO MUCH 

7. A SERIES THAT CENTERS AROUND A PSYCHIC (NOT CANON BUT PLS THIS IS FROM MY MIND) WHO WORKS AT LIKE A CIRCUS AND KAZ COMES AND GETS HER FROM THERE FOR A JOB BUT SHE’S LIKE LITERAL SUNSHINE SO WHEN HE STARTS TO LIKE HER HE’S LIKE ‘NO!! NO’ -- THIS IS TOO LONG AND TOO SPECIFIC PLS 

AND I JUST HAD AN IDEA FOR THIS ONE?? MAYBE BC SHE CAN SEE THE FUTURE AND IS REALLY WARM INEJ IS LIKE SHES A SAINT!! AND THE READER IS JUST LIKE I LOVE U BUT IM NOT A SAINT AND ALL INEJ HEARS IS OMG A SAINT SAID SHE LOVES ME 

NOTICE HOW NO NIKOLAI X READER FICS  OR JESPER X READER FICS ARE ON HERE?? IT’S BC THEY GET NO REJECTIONS

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if u read this, you don’t know me :)) thanks for letting me rant so i can let things go :) if this post is deleted in the morning u never saw this!! i hate a snitch!