take me to the lakes dammit!

hi!! you can call me aurora or a or whatever tf you want. i love reading, writing, short chapters, taylor swift songs, and ofc obsessing over fictional characters. reading wise, i love just about any young adult series, but my fav by far is the grishaverse :,) while the six of crows duology was my fav, zoyalai completely and wholly has my heart :,)) im also a big fan of the raven cycle and the secret shanghai universe, among many other things!

im currently working (very inefficiently) on a ya wip. but more importantly, i post fics on ao3! below is a list of fics i have uploaded with descriptions and links to them, which will be updated accordingly. i mostly write zoyalai, but i am trying to branch out. i will write all the angst and all the hurt/comfort, i just will not write smut.

if you have any requests or just want to chat , feel free to message me!

grishaverse:

right where you left me

zoya nasyalensky/nikolai lantsov, 1 chapter, 7k words, tags: angst, hurt/comfort, grief, post-ROW

if there was one thing Zoya learned in her life, it was this: with great power comes even greater loneliness. OR, the moments in Zoya Nasyalensky’s life where loneliness hit her like a storm.

this pain wouldn’t be for evermore

zoya nasyalensky/nikolai lantsov, 1 chapter, 1.5k words, tags: emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, nightmares, post-ROW

“bad dreams were not a rare occurrence for the king and queen of ravka. after battle after battle, war after war, fighting demons and darkness incarnate; nightmares were simply a given. but the king and queen were always there, side by side, ready to fight the other’s mind off with soothing whispers and warm hands. that is, almost always.”

swaying as the room burned down

zoya nasyalensky/nikolai lantsov, 5 chapters, 8.5k words, tags: canon divergence, angst, blood and violence, hurt/comfort

ROW SPOILERS!

Zoya and Nikolai have been dancing with their hands tied for as long as they’ve known each other. Zoya knows that they can never be together, never be more than king and general. However, it seems that the wedding of her friends Genya and David has softened her heart (if only for a night), and she decides to indulge in her king’s requests. But, neither Nikolai nor Zoya could have predicted that a bomb would be the thing to tear them apart from each other.

(Or, an angsty zoyalai-centric rewrite of Genya and David’s doomed wedding because I said so >:))

covered in you

zoya nasyalensky/nikolai lantsov, 13 chapters, 40k words, tags: (loose) cottagecore au, childhood friends to lovers, angst, unhealthy relationships, implied child abuse, hurt/comfort

zoya, a young girl in the village of novokribirsk, is a secret but powerful air nymph. when her secret is one day discovered by aleksander, a mysterious newcomer to the village, zoya finds her life on a sharp turn for change, power, perhaps even love. of course, things get complicated when your childhood friend you haven’t seen for years on end finally returns home for a visit.

on the ropes

zoya nazyalensky/nikolai lantsov, 1/1 chapters, 6k words, tags: AU-Cirque du Soleil, enemies to lovers, greatest snowman vibes

a cirque du soleil AU in which zoya nazyalensky is an aerial performer and she’s been partnered with the renowned dancer, nikolai lantsov. written with @noirshadow for the grishaverse reverse mini bang ‘22

the raven cycle:

come home to my heart

blue sargent/richard gansey iii, 1/1 chapter, 2k words, tags: fluff and angst, angst with a happy ending, introspection

girl help i think your boyfriend died and was resuscitated with the help of an ancient welsh king and now he developed an hyperfixation uuhh does anyone wanna help finding his tomb?

"You're late," she notes.

"The seas were rough, my queen."

Her back is turned to him, the dark waves of her hair swept up into an elegant bun with (really, she does this on purpose) a deep blue velvet ribbon. She is picturesque- not a thing out of place, and as a man who's been at sea for the last three weeks he'll admit the predominant desire in him is to change that. He walks across the room to her, Zoya turning at the sound of his footfalls. "No apologies?"

He drops to the floor on one knee, taking her hand and pressing it to his lips with a stupid amount of theatrical display. "I am sorry, Your Highness.

"Stand," she says dismissively. "Not what I meant."

"And what might it be that you meant, my dear?" Nikolai asks as he rises.

She smiles, or there is the hint of a smile on her face-- and then she kisses him. They do not make him forget his name, these kisses of hers-- it is more that he remembers himself for the first time, that when he is holding her he is the truest version of himself he has ever known. "I meant," she murmurs against his jaw. "Show me."