#apprentice x nadia

[graykitten]

tHATS MY WIFE RIGHT THERE

[sketchycrowz]

A Nadia Love confession cg for @/thechelaxian on reddit! Their MC specializes in shadow abilities and of course I created two versions to showcase lighting!

Thank you for commissioning me! Single CGs go for 65$

[sillyppi]

Nadia x Abbey shit post I did some days ago xd

[jessicamariana]

*~. Wedding Day .~*

[kidlightnings]

I wanna say Ky and Nadia, petplay, because that one Nadia scene from the market always makes me think of petplay, but if you're not into that, then bathing together?

FRIEND, I am so very into that, extremely much

Ky loves, loves being a pet, in general, so just jot that down. He loves the template of being cared for, being trained, being cherished that petplay provides for him.

Nadia spends some time learning exactly how he likes to be taken care of, what he needs, what drives him

It’s a rewarding experience for her because there’s few things as satisfying as finding the exactly right things to do that are fun for both of them, meet both of their needs so deeply

Watching him drop wholly into the mindset of being her pet is its own reward.

The trust, the submission, the playfulness that emerges in him is an incredible high for her

Because of course she enjoys it just as much as he does

He was full of cues even when they were just getting to know one another that tipped her off that not only was he eager to submit, he would enjoy that specific brand of play, and indeed, one of the earliest ones was in the Red Market when he seemed to want to be pet just as much as the rescued cheetah

The readiness with which he bowed his head, let her stroke over his hair, filled her with nothing but ideas for later, for a quieter, more private moment

That moment was long in coming with how frantic the investigation ran, but Nadia has a very good memory, excepting those things magically forgotten

She counts herself fortunate for her finishing that helps with hiding those longing looks that she catches so much more easily in him than ever display in herself

It’s so charming when he does it, though - no restraint to it, just looking at her like she’s the sun

It’s subtle when she initiates the idea, moves from stroking through his hair to more of a short petting motion. Scratching. Rubbing, like he’s one of those two emptyheaded, beautiful hounds

He makes a little sound, low in his throat, as though subconsciously recognizing before his higher thinking knows

“Were you a good boy today?” “... ah-? Ahh- Was I-” “Darling, were you a good boy?” “N-Nadia- I- I... ah-”

Scratches a little more, lets her nails trace through his hair

“I- I think so- I think I was.” “You were. You were such a good boy. Say it, tell me you were a good boy.” “I- ... ah- I... I was a good- a good boy.” “Would my good boy speak for me?” “Speak-?” “Like a good dog would.”

He exhales, shaky, nervous

“Speak, boy!”

He yaps. It’s an awkward sound, high in his throat, foreign, uncomfortable, but he feels his cheeks heat.

“Speak!”

It’s deeper now, and he barks, a rough, sharp sound.

“Good boy. That’s my good boy.”

[shadow--writer]

Howdy there! As a heads up I have a TON of ideas for HC/fics so if you plan of keeping your requests open a long while I'll probably become a recurring requester lol Anyhow, could you do a cute fluff HC with Portia and Nadia reacting to MC randomly starting a tickle fight with their LI while cuddling?

Ooooooooooooooh I’m pretty sure these requests are gonna be open a while 😉 and I love this prompt! Ahh these two lovely ladies are wonderful and so much fun to write. 

I hope you like it!

And hey hey requests are open heck yeah! Click on my name and check out my pinned post for request rules I wanna see if this can show up in the friggin tags

Anyways.

Portia and Nadia x MC tickle fight!

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Nadia

She had a long day of Countess-ing so now she just wants to cuddle with you and relax

But ohohohoho you have some other plans, just to make her laugh

And you attack!

At first she has no idea what you’re doing, and then you start prodding her sides

She lets out a very unlady like squeal, both of you tumbling to the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows

Finally you have bested the great and powerful Countess Nadia muwhahaha!

She keeps trying to wiggle out of your grasp but nooooo

You pin her down with your legs, making her squirm with breathy laughter

Her laughter is so sweet to hear

Oh wait!

While you were distracted she got the upper hand, pinning you down and getting her revenge!

You are both now a mess of giggles and wild tangled hair 

“You never fail to surprise me, MC.”

She’ll plant a light kiss against your fingertips, getting off of you

Cuddling resumes, this time the two of you are out of breath and smiling like mad-people

Portia

A tickle fight with Portia???? Oh you are so going down

You both are cuddling on the couch when it starts

Portia is shocked at first, laughing and trying to get away from you, you tickling monster

You both fall off the couch

Bringing the cushions and blankets

Along with Pepi (who is not too happy about it)

You still will remain with the upper hand with your magic!

“MC you cheater!”

Her laugh is like Julian’s: loud and very snorty 

She’s very ticklish like him too, it’s kind of a curse

You hug her and she squeals

But now...during a tickle fight you have the upper hand! Mwuhahaha!

She’s laughing so hard there are tears in her eyes, as she tries to tickle you back 

Pepi is not amused nor impressed XD

“M-M-MC I c-c-can’t breathe!”

When you both stop, you are both out of breath but still giggling

Portia pouts, looking up at you

“I’ll get you back for that, don’t you forget it!”

[drdevoraak]

Anyone have recommendations for artists who take commissions and draw Nadia? 💕✨

I’d love more pieces of my apprentice with Nadia, but most artists I find draw the boys + Asra most of the time ~ ...

Let me know 😘

[atypicalacademic]

Caution

Post-Canon

(A/N: Zurkhi had escaped from Firent under charges of dissension and heresy, narrowly avoiding his scheduled execution, and had never returned there since.He was convicted as part of The Order of Wildroses campaigned to remove the cruel, corrupt Papess from the Holy Throne, and to reform the Papacy so that the people had a say in who sits on it. Zurkhi’s powerful family of Priestlords who were loyal to the Papess had sold them out, and he was the only one, out of all his companions, who survived. When he fled, he’d thought that the Order was crushed to dust, never to return again- but tyranny can only go unchecked for so long. (I’m really in this power-couple thing now.))

Relationships: Nadia Satrinava x Zurkhi

Warnings: A few mentions of death and prison. 

Words: 1340

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Standing before Nadia’s tall, silver-framed mirror, Zurkhi straightened out his shawl-collar jacket, pinning away a few strands of wispy crimson hair that had fallen over his face out of sheer habit. It was unlike him to spend so much time freshening up before Court; unlike him too to be naïve enough to think that Nadia might not have caught on to it.

Sure enough, she came up behind him- manicured hands gently gathering up his hair into its usual ponytail, securing it with a black silk ribbon. “Zurkhi,” her hands lingered, sliding down from his ponytail to rest on his shoulders. “There is no need to be nervous.”

He shook his head, pulling out the papers folded neatly into his pocket. “More so a need to be cautious.” He turned them over in his hands. One of them was written in hasty, sharp-angled Firenti, signed off not with a name but with a neat, complex pattern of rose petals in a symmetrical shape that he himself had drawn over many, many times, so many years ago. The symbol of the Order of Wildroses. 

We have taken the prison-house, Zurkhi. They had written. What we need is legitimacy.

The other, in Palace stationery, was his own address to the Court, on the role- however small, however symbolic, that Vesuvia might play in offering them that.

It is not a matter of effect, but of principle.

A year ago, two years ago, when he had nothing to lose, he might have rushed back to the land that he had left behind in the middle of the night, his heart in his throat, his life in his scarred hands.

But now, with power comes responsibility, and with that comes-

“Caution?” Nadia met his eyes in the mirror with a small smile, as she clicked on his jade earrings. “Not on my behalf, I hope.” She stroked his scarred brown cheek with the back of her palm, and he turned to face her. “I have made it clear that I can take the pushback, if any arises.”

Zurkhi winced, twirling a strand of Nadia’s hair around his fingers and tucking it behind her ear. “You can do anything, my love.” He stepped closer, leaning up to kiss her cheek. Even in his platformed shoes, he was a head shorter than her. “But I do not want you to be undermined on my account. I-“ Thoughtfully, he stroked a spot beneath her eyes with his thumb. “It is a risk, politically.”

“I am aware.”

He knew that she was.

Firent and Vesuvia were by no means friends- the most cordial parts of their relationship having been the so-far silent agreement to leave the isolated Papacy to its own devices. Taking a public stand on the goings-on of another territory was a dicey, slippery slope in the best of times, but to break the careful, strained silence between these two barely stopped shy of inviting open conflict.

And if that were not enough, the Court was guaranteed to be incredulous, and difficult- more so than usual.

It was a risk.

And had the stakes been not so high, the Order’s fight against the tyrant who sits on the Holy Throne not so incredibly vital, had Zurkhi not been so acutely, horribly aware of how it feels to be hidden- pushed into a room without windows and curtains and hidden, time congealing into a mass of horror in his chest, only broken by the pangs of certainty that his friends were dying, dying, no, being murdered, and nothing to hear him save for the echoes of his own harsh breathing closing down the walls like a horde of ghosts- he would have thought twice, thrice, about taking it.

Suppressing a shudder, Zurkhi let his eyes fall shut, willing the memories away.

There would be no more rooms without windows.

The prison-house had fallen.

The Order that he had once been the sole surviving member of, had risen from the ashes, and was shaking the Papacy’s foundations.

Tilting up his chin with her lavender painted nails, Nadia searched his face, waiting.

Zurkhi swallowed. “I only worry that I may be being rash.” He turned away. “Overcompensating, perhaps. Again.” Hands in his pockets, he began to pace the room. “It is vital that I do this for the right reason; for the Order, for the people, and not to ease my sense of-“ he made a face.

His sense of guilt. But that was a conversation they had had before, and to have it again was for another time.

Nadia regarded him evenly, and stilled him with a hand at the small of his back, turning him around to face her again. For a few moments, she was silent. Then, she chuckled. “Is it not in the rebel’s nature to be rash?”

Leaning his head against her shoulder, Zurkhi tried to smile. “It is in our code of honor to look out for our companions.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips, turquoise eyes watching her with undisguised adoration. “And you are the truest one of mine.”

“What was the song, again?” She laughed.

Zurkhi’s shaky smile widened. “To the winds leave your caution, and in the arms of friends, your heart.”

Nadia kissed his forehead. “Then do, my love.” She held him close, wrapping him in silk and tulle, jasmine and home. “I am beside you, come what may.”

Tears sprang to Zurkhi’s eyes, and he looked down at the marble floor until they evaporated. “And you are certain,” he tried, “that I am not dragging you into a fight that is not your own?”

She clicked her tongue, bending down a little to catch his eyes. “ Someone wise and beloved once told me,” she plucked a red rose from a tall lavender vase, tucking it into Zurkhi’s ribbon, “that in a better world, there would be no battles meant to be fought and won alone.”

“But-“

“I would not have agreed to this so easily had I not shared in your convictions here, Zurkhi,” she reminded him, seriously. “You have bettered my world since you walked into it. Allow me to try to do the same for you.”

“You have already,” he countered, “And besides, I recall having said, in the same breath, that in a better world there are no such narrow distinctions-  that of my world, and of yours.”

“Ah,” she raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Blame it on my old age.” She laughed when Zurkhi rolled his eyes, and pointed out, “That is all the more reason, don’t you think?”

Zurkhi exhaled, feeling the knot in his chest ease slightly. Squaring his shoulders, he slipped the papers back into his pockets, and took her arm. “Alright, Nadi.” His red lashes fluttered as she kissed the jagged scar running over his cheek. “Thank you. As always.”

The walk to the meeting room was silent- the two of them having gone over their arguments and eventualities over and over in extensive detail in the days leading up to this. Ever so often, Nadia smoothed a hand down his back, pulled him closer to her side, squeezed his hand reassuringly, steadying him, catching the doubts before they could spring back again.

At the tall teakwood doors, the Court’s murmur behind them already audible, she paused, giving him a long, lingering look.

“What is it?” He asked, frowning.

Nadia smiled sadly. “Oh, Zurkhi,” she sighed. “You are still at odds with getting what you want, are you not?”

He did not bother denying it, knowing there were no secrets he could keep from that piercing crimson gaze.

Just then, the doors opened, a guard stepping in to the room to announce them.

“Countess Nadia Satrinava, and Suasor Zurkhi.”

Before they could enter, Zurkhi laced his scarred fingers through her smooth, slender ones. “I shall get used to it,” he assured her, “And how could I not?” Tilting their heads to the side, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “I have you.”