#dec20

inspired by @2xlee‘s human designs! they’re going to hang out at the playground

DECEMBER 30, 2020

방탄소년단 @bts​_twt : 마무리는 바보 둘😜🤪😝😛💜 #HAPPYVDAY 

 Summary: A 508 word short Zoyalai fic based on the prompt from @hannachen: maybe time would not erase me.  - send me a prompt/sentence and i’ll write you a little blurb       Zoya turned her head away and Nikolai was startled to see tears welling in her eyes. She swiped at them furiously, and he knew that Zoya was angry with herself for letting him see this emotion from her. His commander was always composed, not a hair out of place much like himself and even in the rare moments where they discussed their pasts, they never quite let their guard down enough to display this, which she clearly considered a sign of weakness. 

       “I’ve only ever let two people into my heart, and considered letting a third in,” she began slowly, her jaw clenching the more she spoke. “One betrayed me, the second freed me, she saved me, only to be killed because I believed in the third.”  

       “And you think that Genya, Tamar, Tolya, Nadia and David, that they haven’t found their way inside of your heart? That you didn’t love your fellow Grisha who died the night of the Darkling’s attack? To live is to grieve Zoya, because you live, you love and because you love, you will have to say goodbye to that same love one day. Just because something will be hard one day doesn’t mean that we don’t dare to try it all. The General I know would never back down from a challenge. She would charge in head-on, and fight with everything she had.” She looked up at his remark, her eyes sparking with the ferocity he had always admired from her. Her passion kept the light burning, kept him marching and he couldn’t imagine trying to move this country forward without it at his side.        “What’s stopping you, Nazyalensky?” He dared to inch closer to her, until he was sitting close enough to feel the silk of her kefta against his shoulder.