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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.”