#queen of ravka

[vic-the-bookdragon]

Yes, yes, yes. We get it. Alina is the star of the show, the protagonist and blah blah blah.

But Zoya...IS THE QUEEN OF RAVKA.

I didn't expect them to stick to the books precisely, but I didn't expect them to rob a woman of her arc just to uplift another one.

So disappointed.

[daria1611]

Zoyalai. PERIODT. i AM on my knees

[zoyaofthegardvn]

you're just creating an army of anon zoya stans i guess so i am humbly requesting... a bit of smut with zoya? <3 <3

Smutty Drabble

A/N: OMG yes I'm so glad! Zoya stans are most welcome <3 and I desperately need to write more zoya x reader smut on here!! Coming right up!

CW: Smut! 18+ plz!

"Come here, pretty girl," you whisper, grabbing Zoya's thighs, pulling her on top of you. She settles in your lap, smiling, then she bends to press a sweet kiss to your lips, hands cupping your face. Your own hands grip her waist, fingers working soothing circles through the thin fabric of her tunic. Her hips start to move, slowly, but enough to make your hold tighten, then slide down to squeeze her full ass.

She gasps, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into her mouth. She wraps her lips around it, sucking softly, before she pulls away with a quiet pop.

"I love you," she mutters, and you instantly feel your cheeks redden and your heart begin to pound.

"I love you too, baby," you whisper into her skin, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses onto what's exposed of her chest. She hums, then reaches down, lifting her tunic and pulling it over her head.

With her breasts in your face, you waste no time, closing your lips around a soft, brown nipple. She bites her lip, she moans, she tangles her hands in your hair and pushes you deeper into her chest. Her nipple hardens from the attention, and you pull it gently with your teeth before switching to her other breast.

Again, her chest arches into your mouth, and you bring a hand up to squeeze her breasts, planting red and purple marks across her skin. She giggles while you leave your hickies, then gasps when you pinch her nipples harshly. "Possessive, are we?" she asks, voice laced with lust and desire.

You finally pull off of her chest, looking up and into her blue eyes. She smirks, and you shrug. "You're mine, aren't you, Zoya?"

She rolls her eyes, though it's playful. "You know I am, darling," she says, feigning exasperation.

You place a few more kisses to her chest, then begin working your way up her neck. "I just like to remind you sometimes," then you pull her lips to meet yours, a hand grasping the back of her neck.

You two share a heated kiss before you're pulling away, sitting up and rolling her to sit on the couch. "Gonna let me eat your pretty pussy, baby?" you ask, fingers already working the buttons on her trousers.

She bites her lip and nods furiously, a few whispered "pleases" falling from her lips. She raises her hips to help you pull her pants off of her legs, her panties sliding off, too. You place a kiss to the side of her knee, but before you can begin, she stops you, a hand tugging your hair.

Before you can ask her what she needs, she says, "Take your shirt off, wanna see your tits," and you can't help but snort a laugh at her request, though you do as she says, mumbling about how she's worse than a teenage boy.

When she's satisfied with the sight of you on your knees before her, she shoots you a grin, and spreads her legs.

Her cunt is glistening, her arousal sticking to the dark curls dusting her pussy. You push her thighs farther apart with one hand, and bring the other up to part her lips, your thumb exposing her throbbing clit. She gives a cute little whine, and you smile up at her before blowing cool air over her bundle of nerves.

She gasps, her hips bucking slightly. "Don't play with me, please, need you so bad," and who are you to deny her when she asks so sweetly?

You kitten lick her clit a few times, making eye contact with Zoya as she bites her lip and watches you taste her cunt. She wiggles a bit more, and you place an open mouthed kiss to her mound before beginning to suck on her clit.

"Mmm, right there, fuck," she mumbles, one hand coming to tangle itself in your hair, the other gripping yours where it rests on her thigh. She interlaces your fingers, and you squeeze her hand in appreciation.

After gentle suckling, you move down, licking a stripe to her wet entrance. You dart your tongue in and out, spurred on by her moans and the clenching of her walls. You don't fuck her as fast as you usually would, no. This is about making love.

You pull off of her to ask, "Can you take my fingers, sweetheart?" and you laugh at her rapid nods, the way she wiggles her hips, begging for you to give her more.

You tease her entrance with a middle finger, sliding in just the tip before pulling out. "Please, please," she mumbles, and you give her what she wants, sliding in to the last knuckle. She moans out your name, and you thrust slowly, getting her used to the intrusion before adding your ring finger, too.

"That feel good, baby? Your pussy's so tight," you mumble onto her heat.

"Always feels so good, my love," and then she breaks off into a groan when your pace picks up, lewd squelching sounds filling the room.

You hum with your mouth covering her mound, and her hips start bucking uncontrollably. You can tell by the sounds she's making and the way her cunt is squeezing your fingers that she's close, so you slow your fingers down and pull your mouth off of her to grab her attention.

She looks down at you, pouty and frustrated. Before she can ask you why you stopped, you purse your lips and spit onto her heat. Her eyes go wide and she moans, whimpering when you say, "This pussy belongs to me, Zoya," before resuming your previous pace. She cries out when your lips wrap around her clit again, and it isn't long before her back is arching off the couch and she's crying out as she climaxes.

Her fingers in your hair push you deeper into her cunt, and her hand squeezes yours so hard you think you lose feeling. You work her through her orgasm, gently licking her clit and slowly thrusting your fingers. When she comes down from her high, you pull off and out of her. When she makes eye contact, you make a show of putting your fingers in your mouth and sucking them clean.

"That was so fucking hot," Zoya says, breathless and fucked out. You smirk, shoot her a wink, and rise to your feet. She watches as you pull your pants off, your panties, too. When you stand naked in front of her, she trails her eyes over your entire form, eyes honing in on your cunt.

You climb onto her lap, the same position she'd just been in moments before. But rather than sit across both her legs, you place a knee between her still spread thighs, lowering yourself to straddle her.

Her hands immediately come up to grip your waist, grinning as she realizes what you're about to do. "You gonna ride me, gorgeous?" and you answer her by dipping down to kiss her. She moans into your mouth, hands sliding up to knead your breasts as you slowly begin rocking your hips.

Your cunt is drippy and throbbing, the taste of Zoya's essence still all over your tongue, the memory of her tight cunt spurring your movements on.

You pull back from the kiss, pulling Zoya's bottom lip between your teeth. She tugs on your nipples, pinches and rolls them between her thumb and forefinger. "Saints, baby, feels s'good," you whine, your hips beginning to move faster.

"Yeah, my love, who gets to touch you like this? See you like this?" she asks, pulling her gaze away from your bouncing tits to look up at your face. She looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing she's ever seen, and your heart swells with the overwhelming love and adoration.

"Just you baby, only ever you," and she rewards you by peppering kisses along your chest, sucking a nipple into her mouth and moving her hands down to grip your ass. Your head falls back at the attention, and she starts moving your hips even faster.

You grind down harder, swiveling your hips and panting from the proximity of your orgasm. She releases your nipple with a pop, "You gonna cum for me, angel?"

"Mmmm, fuck, gonna cum, Z," it falls from your lips in a whine, and you gasp when Zoya flexes and raises her thigh, increasing the pressure to your sensitive cunt.

"Give it to me, Y/N, cum for me," she commands, and your body tenses and your eyes squeeze shut as your climax washes over you. You cry out her name, moaning and panting as you ride out your high on her leg. One of her hands continues playing with your breast, the other encouraging your jerky thrusts with a firm grip on your asscheek. When you're whining from the oversensitivity, she runs her hands along your back as you slump forward, falling into her embrace.

After a few seconds catching your breath, you slide off of her leg and sit beside her on the couch. She moves to sit on her side, taking in the sight of you flushed, panting, staring at her like that.

"I love you," she coos, reaching up to brush hair out of your face.

You smile at her and grab her wrist, bringing her hand to your mouth so that you can place a kiss onto her palm. She cups your cheek, and moves in for a cuddle, laying her head on your chest as your arms wrap around her.

"I love you, too, baby. So much," you mumble into her hair, then place a gentle kiss to her forehead.

[lissa-edem]

Sujaya is an icon, like Zoya. And Sujaya is perfect for Zoya, she loves her character, she read KoS! Sujaya is Zoyalai's shipper. We're so lucky with that woman.

Besides. There are flowers on the boots, also I love Zoya being careful with animals.

[renegadesstuff]

Queen Of Ravka 💖

[nazyazoya]

Others say it like, "I don't need him."

But Zoya's "straightened her spine and tightened the ribbon in her hair. She would get by just fine, as she always had. She was a military commander, not a simpering girl who wilted from a lack of attention."

Be not like the others.

Be. a. Zoya.

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Mistakes - Nikolai Lantsov

Masterlist

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Wordcount: 1413

Warnings: anxiety, crying (not much), mentions of death, I think that’s it.

Summary: After Nikolai helped to reach a solution regarding the allegations made towards each other by the king and Genya, Nikolai doubts himself, wondering if he did the right thing.

The grand walls of The spinning wheel stood proud around you. Your shoes made a clinking sound with each step you took. With hurried steps you steered yourself towards the room where you knew the king would be confronting Genya about her treason. Nikolai had told you that he would be there too, but you had a bit paperwork that needed to be done. But now when you had finished you decided to walk down stairs to see how things where holding up.

Down the stairs you met the king and the queen. Neither of them seemed very pleased with the outcome of the meeting, but gave you a respectful nod as you stopped by and gave them a quick courtesy.

“Miss y/l/n,” the king greeted politely, voice strained and with a rather irritated expression resting upon his features.

“Moi tsar,” you greeted, then locked eyes with the queen,”moya tsaritsa.” The queen gave you a short nod but kept quiet.

“Is everything alright, moi tsar,” you asked, shifting on your heels. The king snorted and spit out his answer, “go talk some sense in that boy. You’re probably the only one he’ll listen too.” You raised your eyebrows, silently asking what had happened, but the king didn’t seem to catch the meaning behind the gesture. You sighted and looked away, shifting your gaze to Alina, Genya and David who slipped out of the room behind the king and the queen. You caught a glimpse of Nikolai before the doors shut, slumped back on his drafting table and with his head in his hands. You sighted softly, then turned you eyes back to the king.

“I’ll talk to him. But I can’t promise that the outcome of it will be any different,” you gave him a short nod and walked past them. Alina, Genya and David were the next ones you met up with. David had his arm wrapped around Genya’s waist and she was slightly leaning against him. But her eyes were focused on Alina as she talked quietly.

“How’d it go?” You asked and threw a glance over you shoulder towards the king and the queen,”those two didn’t seem overjoyed.”

Genya sighted but gave you a small smile,”I’ll face my charges when this war is over and Nikolai will determine if I’m pardoned or not. And the king is resigning and leaving the country.” The chock that went through your body was milder than you thought it would be. Instead, worry struck you. That’s why Nikolai had looked so miserable sitting at the table in that room; he doubted his choices and he doubted if he’d done the right thing.

“Sounds good enough,” you gave Genya a smile and she nodded along with you. “But I do have to check up on Nikolai, I’ll talk to you three later,” you excused yourself and set off towards the door behind them. They waved shortly and set off towards the stairs.

Carefully you opened the door and stepped inside. The door shut close behind you without making a sound. Nikolai sat slumped back on the table, his back bent and his head in his hands. All the signs of that strong, confident leader was gone for the moment and left was just… Nikolai. With careful steps you made your way towards him. He didn’t look up, but you knew he noticed your presence and he knew that it was you. When you reached him you carefully pulled a hand though his soft, blond mop of hair and he let out a breath and fell against you, burying his head against your neck. His nose rested just above your collarbones and his arms snaked around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and one hand came to rest in his hair, tugging softly at it.

“Tell me about it,” you said softly. Nikolai let out a shaky breath and tightened his hold on you.

“I told my father to leave. Leave the throne. The spinning wheel. The country. To leave for the colonies. Or he would face trial and if he were found guilty, which I know he would’ve, I would see him hang. But now, I can’t help but wonder if I just made one of the biggest mistake of my life,” his voice was muffled and quiet, unsure and questioning, and his tone changed when he spoke up again,”am I… a horrible person, Y/N?” You pressed a kiss at his hairline and your hand made comforting strokes over his back. Your lips lingered at his forehead and Nikolai closed his eyes, letting himself fall into your comforting embrace.

“No, you’re just wonderful, Nikolai,” you reassured him and pressed another kiss against his forehead. Nikolai let out a shaky breath, the hot air fanning over your neck.

“Are you.. are you sure? I feel as if I’m awful. Father even said it out loud, that I’m horrible, in front of everyone,” he almost complained and his voice was broken. His breathing was uneven and his hands fidgeted with your hair that fell down your back. Anxiety flooded through his body, spreading as if it was carried by the blood.

“Oh Nik…” you softly mumbled, slightly rocking back and forth in an attempt in comforting him further. “You’re not a horrible person. You’re just wonderful. You’re always thinking about what’s best for everybody else. You’re never letting anyone down. So please, don’t let yourself down because you’re prioritising everybody else,” your voice was just a whisper but Nikolai heard the words clear as a day.

“But what if did it all wrong? I basically forced my father to resign and leave. And what’s next? I’m to be king,” he breathed out, eyes looking up at you, worry covering his features. “Do you think I can do that. Do you think I’ll be a good king?” the question sounded like it would come from a teenager but Nikolai wasn’t much older. And his anxiety made him question everything.

“I know that you’ll be absolutely wonderful as king, my love,” you reassured him and gave him a soft smile. His worry seamed to fade a bit and he leant back into your arms.

“I may still have made a huge mistake… what if I did it wrong?” he sounded defeated and a few tears had gathered in his hazel eyes.

“Then that its. It’s not the mistake that matters, my love. It’s what you do with it afterwards and what you learn from it,” the words were just whispers but Nikolai took them to heart. His arms tightened around your waist and he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, a few tears rolled down his cheeks, but he let them. They fell down on your shirt but you didn’t mind.

”Will you be there?” he asked softly, looking up to meet your eyes. An almost begging smile on his lips. You let out a soft chuckle, “where?” you could guess the answer to that question but you wanted to hear it from Nikolai.

“When I become king. Will you be there?” his voice was still broken and it was just whispers,”will you be my queen?” it wasn’t much of a proposal, you standing there with Nikolai in your arms in an empty room, comforting him through his waves of anxiety. But it was your Nikolai. Your Nikolai who you loved endlessly, he was trusting you with the ravkan dubble eagle crown. He was trusting you to take care of his beloved country, like you always took care of him. And how could you say no to him. So you smiled and nodded,”of course I’ll be there. I’ll be there for as long as you’ll have me.” A real smile broke out on his lips and he took your face in his hands and pressed a gentle but passionate kiss to your lips. When you two broke away, lips swollen and out of breath, happiness shined in his eyes just as it did in yours.

“Choosing you certainly isn’t a mistake,” Nikolai laughed softly. Adoration in his eyes, his gentle gaze resting upon your features. “Thank you,” he breathed out. You nodded in return, pulling a hand through his curls and messing them up a bit, giving him a more relaxed look.

“Of course, love,” you replied with a soft smile,”and for the record, I don’t think sending your father away was a mistake either. You’ll be a great king. And I’m honored to be your queen.”

[shiveringfrogspawn]

This Spanish water company’s got their priorities straight

[bookworm-center]

My favorite thing about the blurb on the back of KoS, is that both Nikolai and Nina are referred to as a form of royalty (The Demon King and The Queen of Mourning), whereas Zoya, THE PNE WHO ACTUALLY BECOMES ROYALTY IN THIS BOOK, isn't referred to as a royal. Dunno why, but the irony is something.

[elelandia]

I can’t get out of my head the fact that if Nikolai and Zoya had a son he/she will definitely be a Fabrikator. I mean, look at him, he can’t stop himself from building things!

[meyyy00]

Queen Zoya and these songs are the reason why people shouldn't underestimate other people.

[delanterne]

waffles 🤌🏻 kazzle dazzle 🤌🏻 dirty hands 🤌🏻 demon 🤌🏻 king on ketterdam 🤌🏻

[daria1611]

quality left the chat— but what matters is that I finally saw zoyalai next to each other. i manifest zoya the queen 👑 ZOYALAI SUPREMACY

[thecrowsx]

Jan Van Eck: I don't remember raising you like this. Wylan: I don't remember you raising me at all

[lissa-edem]

Nikolai and Inej: *sharing information, how to be in a romantic relationship with an impolite person*

Zoya and Kaz: *having thoughts whether to fight or calmly go and find their lovers together*

[renegadesstuff]

King & Queen of Ravka 🧡