Headcanons | Having a girls’ night with Eden, Tamar and Mary | Platonic
Requested by Lizzy
Eden
Eden is great in the kitchen. Why else do you think that the guys constantly gather at her and Simon Peter’s place to have dinner? Sure, it is one of the nearest houses available, but they could have chosen to gather at the place of Zebedee and Salome, or Andrew. Yet they always show up at her doorstep. Means something.
She somehow puts even more effort in the snacks for a girls’ night than for whenever the men have dinner at her place. Making small, cute snacks cut into nice flower shapes and plated prettily. Eden really enjoys the process.
She’ll put candles all over the place before you and the other girls show up.
You decide to all chip in for a small bouquet of flowers to thank her for gathering at her place. She blushes and says that you shouldn’t have done so, but then again, she also pays for the food.
Eden is a wonderful host, making sure she’s got everything prepared and topping up everyone’s drinks more often than necessary.
Don’t try to help her out with serving, though. You’re her guest, not the other way around. She’ll slap away your hands when you attempt to aid her with doing the dishes.
“None of that, (Y/n). I’m the woman of the house and what I say goes.”
“But I—”
“—Here, have some more grapes.”
You have to force her to stay home at the end of the evening. No, you don’t need her to walk you home. Who would walk her home afterwards, then? You? And then what?
Every time, you promise that the next girls’ night will be at your place, or Mary’s place, but Eden always insists to be the one to host it.
Long story short: she’s basically the mom friend who wants to stay the mom friend at all costs, and you won’t deprive her of that.
Tamar
A girls’ night is not complete without some dolling up. She’ll make sure to rummage through her make-up and jewellery to pick something nice for everyone present and insists that you keep the necklace, bracelet or earrings that she gifts you.
She teaches you how to put a perfect kohl line around your eyes whilst chatting about her life back in Ethiopia.
Tamar has the best stories from back when she tasted oils from the ends of the Earth, telling in great detail about the ridiculous adventures she got up to.
“…So that woman just got ran right over by the sheep, causing her to fall head-first into its wool, and you could just see her face powder and lip-stain in the shape of her face all over the poor animal’s back. It was hilarious!”
It eventually ends up with all of you laughing so much that the kohl lines you’ve so carefully applied leak down your face from the tears that escape you.
Now, she can also teach you how to scrub it off. It works, kind of. If you squint, you can still see faint marks on your face, but she promises that it will wash off soon. Hopefully.
She will definitely braid everyone’s hair in the most intricate of patterns whilst listening to stories or sharing jokes. Tamar makes sure to take her time and it honestly helps you relax. Just leaning back a little and closing your eyes whilst she works your hair. You wonder why your eema’s braiding always had to be so rough and painful if it can be done with care.
Fashion advice for days. Tamar will not only give you advice on how to do your make-up, but also on how to spice up your outfit with a necklace, or a belt, or something else that doesn’t have to cost much. She teaches you how to make your clothes more interesting without spending a lot of money, if any at all.
Of course, she will eventually tell her story about what happened to her tribe. It ends up with her being in tears, but she couldn’t wish for more understanding friends. You all gather around and gently rub her back as she sobs, allowing her to grieve. It feels good to talk about it, for it helps with giving it a place in her life. Tamar occasionally thinks about the past, but now that she can share it, she finally begins to process her trauma.
The evening get-togethers are a good mix between laughter and serious conversations, making them extremely valuable to her.She is grateful to have her friends so close around her and wouldn’t change it for the world.
Mary Magdalene
Mary never really had a lot of friends in her youth, so she seems to enjoy these little gatherings particularly much.
At first, it is still a little unreal to her. Whenever all of you sit around, she’ll sometimes look at you one by one, thinking that she is so lucky to now have a stable group of friends who are like-minded.
More importantly, none of you judge her for her past and love Jesus as much as she does.
Even though Eden tries to be the sole host of the party and serve everyone, Mary always brings along the best fruit salads that are definitely devoured to the very last grape by the end of the night.
She will listen to every single story shared intently. Even if the others have become distracted and you were to share a story with her individually, she will listen and nod whilst sipping her drink without rushing you to hurry it up, nor will she interrupt you unless she has a question to ask about it.
Mary has the best advice no matter what it is about. Are you arguing with someone? She knows just how to resolve it peacefully and fairly. She has mastered the skill of mediation by now, simply by reflecting on what Jesus might do in some situations.
Do you have a crush on someone? Prepare for the most mind-blowing and watertight advice that you’ve ever had. She will meticulously help you plan it out, too. Perhaps it’s the wine that makes both of you confident that it will work, but honestly, what do you have to lose?
She is definitely someone to suggest playing some games every now and then. By the pleasant warmth of the fireplace, you play some knucklebones or word games. Of course, you don’t gamble for anything, but it is nice to spend some time doing it nevertheless.
If someone were to fall asleep during the evening before it is over, Mary is the one to get up and find that person a blanket. If it is possible, she will even manage to put a pillow between the person’s head and the surface she’s laying on.
Sometimes, Mary zones out a bit, but don’t think that she isn’t paying attention. In reality, she is praying inside her mind, thanking God for the companionship that she has found because of Him, no matter your differences and no matter your past.
What if reader was Nikolai’s sister who’s in a relationship with Tamar and when they’re at sea they can actually be together but on land they can’t because it’s forbidden, maybe a jealousy one where her parents are pushing reader into an arranged marriage.
princesses get what they want
Tamar x Reader
Word Count: ~2.3k
Summary: “I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.”
“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge.
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had fun writing this.
I was pissed when Nikolai said no to me accompanying them on the whaler. But he had a point - it’s too risky to have both of us together, to chance the Darkling recognizing us. Tailoring only went so far. We can’t shake the mannerisms we share, even the crew suspect we’re related, although they don’t know our true identities. Plus, it would be a shame for Ravka to lose both of their spares in one go.
“I can’t trust you not to snap back at the Grisha.” He didn’t face me, still stood pouring over a map.
My eyes narrowed. “Can’t trust me?”
His head snapped over his shoulder. “You know as well as I do that your attitude can be … volatile.”
I scoffed. “I have self control.”
“Do you not remember the fight you got in with the Grisha children? How did that end last time?”
“With a few bruised egos.” I laughed at the memory. Nikolai didn’t laugh. I’d caused quite the headache, and he’d been the one to explain it to my mother.
Tamar snickered from the corner and I shot her a glare. She’s not helping the situation.
--
I couldn’t help the relief I felt when Tamar returned safe, nor the anger when Nikolai announced she’d be sharing quarters with the Sun Summoner. I dragged him away to have a quiet, but heated exchange.
“You didn’t bother to ask me before kicking me out of my room?” I hissed.
“There’s a better room for you.” He tried to soothe.
“Oh you know that’s not the reason.”
He winced, looking around for someone to come interrupt. I poked a finger into his chest. “You owe me one.” He nodded before waving Privyet over, I took that as my chance to leave and find Tamar.
I intercepted her on her way back up to get her rations. “Did you agree to this before?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“I found out when you did.” She shrugged.
“You’re not upset?”
“Of course I am.” She said, with a tone of surprise, “But I can’t question him in front of everyone.”
I sighed, she has a point. “I’m stealing you for a few hours.” I said, before dragging her back down, she laughed.
--
“Are you excited to be back?” Alina asked as we walked into our lodgings for the night.
I looked at her, it was a genuine question. “I’d rather be anywhere else.” I answer drily. Tolya chuckled behind me.
“Why?” She pushed.
I sighed, not in annoyance, but explaining the situation might make it a bit more real than I want to.
“Come on,” I said, and tugged her up the stairs towards our room. I shut the door and sat on the windowsill, motioning for her to take a seat. She sat on my bed, looking vaguely uncomfortable. The door opened again, Tamar walked in and leaned against it. I didn’t pay much attention to her, it would hurt too much to look at her now, and to explain this. Before she could say anything I started explaining.
“Once we get back, they’re going to start trying to marry me off.” Alina glanced toward Tamar, her expression stony. I couldn’t meet her eyes. “And I love being called a bastard.”
Alina’s eyes widened. I’m sure she’d heard the rumors, but confirmation is another thing entirely.
I chuckled darkly, “Mother couldn’t stay away from the Kaelish.” There was a bite in my voice, an edge. “Isn’t it obvious?” I said, waving my hand over my face. Neither of the women in the room commented, Tamar already knew but Alina seemed in shock. I pushed myself up from my seat, heading to the door. I stopped a few paces away, turning my head over my shoulder.
“I love my brother, but do yourself a favor and don’t marry him. Court is fucked up, you don’t want to be involved any more than you have to be Sun Summoner.”
I brushed past Tamar, “Always the dramatics” she whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes but walked out. Hopefully she wasn’t on guard duty tonight, and I could steal her for a few hours.
“You like it.” I said, and closed the door behind me. I heard her talking to Alina behind me, but didn’t reply. My shoulders sagged as I walked out the door. I felt it coming back - the burden. I didn’t like it.
--
“You’ve finally returned.” Mother kissed both of my cheeks and I had to fight the urge to cringe back.
“Did you not get any of our summons?” She asked.
“They must’ve been lost.” I replied, my voice a bit distant. The tone I'd always adopted at home. I saw Tamar glance at me out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t dare look back. If there was a mirror nearby I'd have been able to see the mask that slowly set in place, the hardness that settled in behind my eyes. It’s a shame how quickly old habits settle back in. One glance at Nikolai, and I saw it on him. My eyes narrowed as I watched Vasily sitting next to ‘father’. The hatred that swarmed through my body threatened to burst through, the one who’d made my life living hell growing up. The tension must’ve been palpable because I felt Nikolai’s hand on my shoulder.
“It’s been a long journey.” He said, “We’ll settle in and return for dinner.” He steered me out of the room, hand on my shoulder, and I caught Tamar’s eye on the way out. I winked at her, and to her credit she didn’t break face - but I saw the amused glint in her eyes. At least one of us found it funny. It didn’t escape our parents' attention that we didn’t ask to be dismissed, that we left. It was a subtle threat - that we could leave again if we wanted to.
“Did we really have to come back?” I muttered to Nikolai as we walked out of the throne room.
“The walls have ears.” He replied, and I sealed my mouth shut. “We’ll talk later.” He finished, dropping me off at my room. I forced a smile on my face as servants began fluttering in and out, all but shoving me straight into the bath.
--
I agreed to meet her, just past sundown, on the grounds. She said there’s something she wants to show me. Sneaking past my guards and all of the servants dotting around too a bit of effort - and a little bit of blind faith, jumping out of the window into the soft bushes.
I landed with a grunt, and heard laughter coming from across the lawn. My eyes narrowed and I saw a figure running towards me. Her. She’s supposed to meet me somewhere else completely. I’m struggling out of the bushes when her hand appears in front of me. I considered batting it away but ended up taking it and let her heave me to my feet, dragging me out of the bushes. I cross my arms to glare at her.
“You weren’t supposed to be anywhere near here.”
She laughed, a grin spreading across her face. The grin I love so much. “I couldn’t miss seeing the princess land in the bushes.”
“How’d you know I’d take the window? I could’ve snuck through the halls.”
“Past all the guards Nikolai has stationed?” She laughed again. “You’re good, but you wouldn’t have made it past the first set of doors before someone told him.”
I rolled my eyes. She has a point. Her eyes scan the surrounding area before she pulls me right into a tight hug. I squeeze back, holding on as long as I can. Eventually she untangles herself from me and kisses my forehead.
“I’ve missed you.” She murmurs, holding me back at the shoulders.
“I wish we could see each other more.”
Her hands drop, one taking mine instead. I took this for granted at sea, being with each other publicly, without any fears. “Let’s go for a walk.” She said instead.
We took the long way around the gardens. The silence felt tense for once, normally it was comfortable - easy.
“Mother wants me to start meeting suitors.” I said, my voice low. I saw Tamar’s shoulders tense.
“How do you feel about that?” She replied.
I stopped and turned to face her. “What do you think?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Maybe the hurt showed through my eyes because her eyes softened and she wrapped me up in another hug. “We knew this would happen.”
“I’ll fight it. I’ll find a way.” She hummed, like she didn’t believe me, but I would. I would find a way to get out of this, somehow.
“I’m jealous.”
That came as a surprise. It shouldn’t have.
“Why?” I regretted the question as soon as it left my lips. “Nevermind.” I said quickly, covering my tracks. “What do you want to show me?”
She placed a soft kiss on my lips before taking my hand again and smiling, dragging me towards the stables. We stood around the outside edge, in the shadows, watching the fights. We quietly placed bets on the fighters - I lost a fair bit of money, not that it really mattered to me. It reminded me of the Volkvolny - and she knew it.
“Think any of them would fight me?” I asked.
She laughed, “Not if they know who you are.”
“Let’s get Genya to tailor me.” I said, my practically bouncing on my feet. “Tomorrow.”
“And how are we going to explain who you are?”
“I’ll figure it out. Princesses are used to getting what they want.”
“Oh and am I something you want?” Her eyes glimmered with a challenge. I took a quick look around, nobody was paying attention, and dragged her to a corner.
“Anyone can see.” She hissed
“I know this place better than anyone.” I winked at her before dragging her off to a hidden corner on the grounds.
I made Tamar a lot of money the next night, and pissed Tolya off. He figured it out after the first three fights, and dragged me back towards the Grand Palace, Tamar laughing her ass off in tow. Thankfully, she healed me, and nobody was none the wiser that they got their ass kicked by the Princess of Ravka.
--
A party was thrown at the Grand Palace in honor of Nikolai’s birthday, and the Queen took it as an excuse to arrange some suitors to come visit. Tamar was on guard in the corner, the Sun Summoner attending. I faked some smiles, a few gentle touches on arms here and there. Too many dances with grubby hands. I was dancing with the son of a wealthy Kerch merchant when his hand drifted a bit too low. I firmly moved it back onto my waist, but caught Tamar’s face out of the corner of my eye - the look in her eyes made me gulp. She didn’t see me watching her, her eyes were narrowed on the man in front of me, waiting a few seconds too long before roaming the room again. I tried to catch her eye several times, even tried to stand next to her at one point, but it’s like she sensed me coming and moved before I could get close. I couldn’t fight the hurt and anger that slowly built up inside me. I’d go see her later tonight. I had too.
I didn’t get that chance. Nikolai and I barely escaped with our lives - and I had the honor of dragging Baghra out of her cave. I fought in the infantry too, I thought I knew war, but shadow monsters that can’t be killed are something else entirely. The Darkling had changed the playing field completely, we were caught off guard, caught by surprise. I should have felt bad about Vasily being ripped to pieces, and part of me did, but the other was so angry that he put everything at risk for his own vanity, that I didn’t have space in my heart to mourn for him.
I went back with him that night, and I saw no sign of her, no sign of anyone, just bodies littering the ground. No survivors in sight. I vomited that night for hours. Hidden away from everyone. She had to be alive, had to. I felt it, I would know if she was dead. Maybe it’s fake hope, but I clung to it like a lifeline.
--
I didn’t expect anything special when Nikolai returned from the raid, he’d gone many times, and this is the one I decided to sit out, having been injured on the last. Of course the one I miss is the one Tamar showed up at. He conveniently forgot to tell me she’d been spotted at one of the smuggling stations.
“I thought of you every day.” I said between kisses, hidden in one of many back hallways.
“I did too.” She replied.
“If you still want me.” Tamar went to interrupt, but I held up one hand. “Now that Nikolai’s King. There’s nothing stopping us.”
Her head lowered, mouth moving to graze my ear. She didn’t answer my question directly. “Every time one of those men would put a hand on you. Every time you had to flirt back. I thought I'd explode.” She pushed me towards the wall, my back pressed against the stone cold. Tamar moved slowly, her hand tracing the side of my face, I leaned into her touch. “I couldn’t think of you the last few months. The idea that you might be dead. It was too painful.”
I tilted my head to meet her eyes. “I knew you’d be alive.” I saw the confusion on her face. “I would’ve felt it if you died.” I held a hand up to my heart. It might be the cheesiest thing I've ever said, but the small smile on her face was worth it. I couldn’t handle it any longer, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in, pulled her into the kiss I’d been waiting months for.
Is there any chance you could do a crow!reader x Tamar fic? There’s never enough written about her and I love the way you do it
You Cannot Push Me Away - Tamar Kir Bataar
Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Not Beta / Proof Read.
A crow isn't exactly where Tamar thought she would be cashing in her chips exactly, but love is found in odd places, Tamar was no stranger to that concept. And in love she is, smitten her brother might say if he could see her right now, hanging from every word you speak as if she did not know all the things you've done.
You can't ignore the way she is looking at you, the way she talks to you, that smile that she only seems to get around you, the way her eyes light up and you can hear her heartbeat just as clearly as she can likely hear yours. And you can't quite understand it.
Tamar is a soldier, a woman with faith and a cause, and you... you work with the greatest thief in Kerch, maybe anywhere. Or work for, you guess is more accurate.
She has taken the time she has spent here in Ketterdam, on some mission she hasn't told you much about, and you haven't asked much about, getting to know you. And in the barrel, you wear your wins like armour to anyone who isn't Stadwatch, so she knows your sins, she knows what you have done, admitted to or not to get you where you are, to survive the barrel, to suit The Dregs, to keep moving. And yet she still looks at you like that.
"Come on little bird," she tries, her tone like silk and sugar. It makes you want to agree with anything she says, agree to anything she asks of you. But what she is asking is crazy and you won't lose sight of that.
"Crow's are actually medium sized birds," you counter.
"Nice try," she replies, "come on, say you'll leave with me, let me take you back to Ravka, let me spoil you."
You laugh, walking the wall as she keeps to the street, you feel safe up here, one misstep from falling, keeps you calm, focused, and Tamar... Tamar makes you feel like you could depend on someone, rely on someone, that someone could know you and love you at the same time.
"Tamar..."
"Say my name like that gorgeous and I may just have to climb up there and kiss you," she says.
"Threat or a promise," you tease back.
"Can't flirt your way out of this one," Tamar says. "Come away with me."
"I can't," you tell her. You're walking faster, but not as fast as you're running in your mind. For someone who is saying they can't leave, you've gotten so good at running away. You've convinced yourself no one could understand you, love you and stay.
"Why?" Tamar asks.
"Why?" you echo.
"Give me one good reason," Tamar says, "a real reason."
"I feel like I am going to hurt you," you explain, but Tamar just keeps smiling at you. You've never known someone to be as fierce, as relentless, as endlessly down to fight as Tamar, able to look so welcoming in the face of a threat. A non intentional threat, but a threat none the less.
"You won't hurt me," Tamar says plainly. She looks at you so certain, so adamant. Like all her faith is in this statement, like she knows nothing else to be as true as those words. She speaks them so easily. But you know yourself, and you want to be what she sees you as but your fears that all you've done to become who you are will keep you from being anything more are ever present. And you do not want to be that person for Tamar, you want to believe in who you could have been if things were different. But you cannot put that on her. You can't.
"It's not a risk I would like to take," you say, an amount of rage flaring up in your voice, you suck the air in through your teeth trying to keep the flames at bay.
"There's a risk in anything," Tamar says, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the blade of one of her axes. "Always in life, and especially in love."
"You're not hearing me," Tamar can see your frustration as clearly as you can feel it. "I am scared I am going to hurt you." Admitting to fear, something you had hoped you would never have to do again. Being a in the dregs, being a crow, you'd really hoped you'd left fear in a lockbox in the back of your mind, or at least that you could hide it behind walls, and fake stoicism. You had hoped you'd never had to admit to the weakness of fear again, Kaz would never. You wanted to be more like Kaz.
"I am not scared of getting hurt," Tamar says, "I can handle it."
"Tamar... I mean hurt you, hurt you, like... get you killed kind of hurt you," you say biting your tongue hard, almost enough to draw blood, hoping that it can give you composure, keep you from shaking. You like Tamar, you really like Tamar. She was the first good thing you've ever known. The first thing you make you feel like a real person and not a weapon. The first person who wanted to care for you, and not want anything in return. Tamar works on honour. You'd never met a person like that. Tamar expects nothing in return for what she has offered you. She isn't striking a bargain or trying to get the upper hand like every other person in this rotten city. She has faith in something more than riches. She has a calling that gives her purpose and not greed. She's good. She has blood on her hands, and a fight in her that keeps raging, and yet she is somehow still good. If you told her that you did not want her, because you did not want her, and not because you were scared to want her, she would ask nothing of you. She would give you the space you need and not punish you for it.
But you want her, of course you want her, you've never wanted anything as much as you want her.
"Then kill me," Tamar says, stepping closer, "I'd like to see you try, and honestly, it's the only thing that will stop me wanting to be beside you, only in death will you free me from that."
You notice the gravity they carry with them the first time they enter the Spinning Wheel, although notice is a bit of a lackluster term, in your opinion.
They are impossible to ignore, like a full moon in the middle of the night, pulling the tides up to meet them.
Tamar - you don’t know her name yet, but you’ll listen closely whenever they’re near for the chance to learn it - is the one that strikes you the most, the one that your eyes always flit to when you’re supposed to be working, the one that will catch your eye and give you a small smile.
It’s the day after they arrive that Nikolai visits your workstation, a smile on his face.
“I saw you looking at Tamar yesterday.” He said and your head snapped towards him. “One of my crew members on the Volkvolny.”
“Right, Tamar.” You replied, testing her name out on your lips. “It’s not every day you bring new people-”
“Oh come on, how long have we been friends? You’ve never been a good liar.”
“I don’t even know her, Nikolai. I didn’t even know her name before you said it just now.”
“Well, maybe you could know her. She was asking about you as well.”
“First-”
“Oh boy.” He mumbled, leaning against a shelf with an amused expression on his face. “I’m listening.”
“- I did not ask about her.”
He shrugged.
“Point taken.”
“Second,” You started before the conviction in your voice faded, replaced with something softer. “She asked about me?”
His lips curled into a smile and you immediately regretted asking.
“She did.”
“What did she ask?”
“I am sworn to secrecy-”
“So help me Saints, I will fuck up your boat if you don’t tell me.”
Nikolai paused, his head tilted to the side as he looked at you, as if he was calculating how serious you were.
“She asked your name, for one, and also the kind of work you do here.” He said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “That’s all I will say.”
“That’s very unhelpful, Nik.”
“Yes, well it’s the most I can say without betraying either of your trust.”
He stood up straight, looking around your workstation.
“I should let you get back to work.”
“Don’t be a stranger, Nik. You’re gone enough as it is.” You said and he looked at you, a genuine smile appearing on his face, like spring after a long winter.
“I’m sorry that I’m not here often.”
“You’re doing important work, I understand.”
“Yes, well… you’re always welcome on the Volkvolny as well.”
You returned the smile, giving him a nod.
—
“So, Nikolai said that you’re a Durast. A visionary, was his exact words I believe.” Tamar said and you nearly fused the engine that you had been working on with the table out of surprise.
You looked at her sheepishly, hoping that she hadn’t noticed your panic.
“He gives me too much credit.” You said, trying to turn your attention back towards the engine, though everything about her demanded that you focused on her.
“I’ve always found that he’s a pretty good judge of character.” She said lightly. “Don’t tell him I said that though. He has a big enough ego as is.”
You looked up at her to see her already smiling at you, her eyes sparkling.
“I won’t, but his ego is nothing compared to his brothers and his parents’.” You smiled, looking back at your project in thought before looking back up at her. “He’s a good man in spite of them.”
“That, he is.” Tamar nodded, her attention drawn to something over your shoulder. She narrowed her eyes before looking back to you, her features softening. “So, change of topic, but what do you do for fun here?”
“Well, as you can possibly imagine, there isn’t the widest array of options in a remote workshop. You and,” You turned, confirming your suspicion that the man she had been walking with when you first saw her was watching the conversation intently, “…him are probably better off passing time however you pass time on the ship.”
Tamar’s cheeks reddened and she laughed slightly.
“That’s my brother, Tolya. He is very… I’m sorry about him.” She said, running her hand through her hair.
“You don’t have to apologize, I… before this was Nikolai’s workshop, it was an observatory. The glass dome portion is actually really beautiful on a clear night. It’s not fun, but-”
“I’ll meet you there tonight?” She asked and you felt heat rise to your face.
“Yeah. I’ll meet you there tonight.”
—
When you arrive at the glass dome, there are several moments of panic you go through.
What if she doesn’t know how to get to the glass dome? You never specified a time, what if she got here earlier and thought you stood her up? What if she stands you up? What if-
The metal ladder leading up to the dome creaked and any panic dissolved into a different kind of panic, one that fluttered inside of your chest like a bird.
Tamar emerged from the trapdoor and she smiled brightly as she saw you.
You helped her out and she looked up, her breath caught in her chest as she looked at the copper menagerie on the ceiling of the dome.
“You were right, this place is beautiful. How did you find this place?” She asked, her attention falling back onto you.
“Lots of time exploring, that’s what I do for fun. Occasionally I find places like this.” You smiled, looking around at the metal and glass work, the love and care that must have gone into crafting each specific constellation. “Do you want to see something cool?”
“Always.” She responded and you glanced at her, smiling before you looked back up towards the copper and the star-filled night sky.
You raised your hands and, with all the care in the world, began to rotate the copper sheet so that constellations and animals carved in copper would match the night sky.
You heard her gasp but maintained concentration until you were sure that everything was in the correct place.
You looked at her, power coursing in your veins, and she grinned.
“My own personal astronomer.”
“At your service.” You joked and she grabbed your hand, her skin warm against yours.
“Can I kiss you?”
The bird inside your chest fluttered and you found yourself leaning closer towards her.
Three times Tamar helped Y/N and the one time she couldn’t…
Paring: Tamar Kir-Bataar x reader
Warnings: Fighting, guns, death, drowning
Summary: The title
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1
“No, no, no, you don’t get to die on me today.” Tamar whispered to her love as she kept her hands steady keeping her heart beating. Every few seconds she’d stop, tilt Y/N’s head back a little and cover her nose while forcing air into her lungs.
A few minutes earlier there had been an argument between Y/N and a new crew mate, he shoved her and she lost her footing, falling overboard. In those short few minutes it took for everyone else to notice and rescue her, she had breathed in too much water. Likely due to the sharp shock of the freezing water.
2 minutes passed of Tamar working to keep her heart beating. Most had lost hope and already looked away, Tolya placed a hand on Tamar’s shoulder but she didn’t stop. There was a sudden movement from Y/N as she choked and sputtered on the water in her lungs, turning on her side so the water could leave.
Tamar let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes briefly as the realisation that her love was so close to death. Once Y/N had caught her breath again, she pulled her into her arms tightly. Just for a moment they could forget about the world around them, just for that moment.
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2
Challenging Y/N to see who could drink more was always a bad idea, she always wanted to prove people wrong when they underestimated her. But Y/N was a loud drunk that had no filter, usually professing her undying love for Tamar to those that would listen.
“She’s just so ama-zing, have you seen her with those axes. She’d fight anyone who was a threat to her friends and family.” Y/N hiccuped her way through the words, talking animatedly to a random person she’d found.
“Okay, it’s time to go now.”
Tamar had to practically carry Y/N back to their room that night because she’d drank so much she couldn’t walk in a straight line and kept bumping into the walls.
“Almost there.” As they entered the room, Y/N flopped onto the bed but not before saying how much she loved Tamar once more.
Tamar found the whole situation quite funny, laughing quietly to herself as she untied Y/N’s corset and took off her shoes before laying in the bed herself.
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3
“Behind you!” Someone shouted and Y/N turned around using her daggers to slice at the man’s face and pushing him overboard.
The ship had been attacked by pirates while they were sailing through the night. Many of the crew members had been asleep until the shouts had been heard.
The pirates were out numbered 2-1 but still fought on. Another man had managed to grab Y/N, holding a knife to her throat and was about to slice open her neck when he stumbled. Tamar wasted no time in making sure his heart was no longer beating.
Running over to make sure Y/N was okay before continuing the fight. Luckily that night they didn’t loose anyone, Tamar not leaving Y/N’s side for a while.
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One
It was a slaughter, guns firing from all over, grisha using their abilities to murder soldiers. They had to move back to avoid being killed themselves.
Their tactics were working though, ambushing the group from behind while blinding them with smoke. One woman with dark hair kept pushing forward with two others, each of their abilities amplified.
She froze water and shot them forward like bullets, many penetrating the wooden barricades acting as shields. Tamar was on one side while Y/N was a little in front of her. She looked back with a face full of determination, believing that they could win this. Nadia and her brother stepped out, using their combined power but it wasn’t enough. They were sent flying back.
The woman again froze water but this time with the help of her friend sent the dagger-like weapons faster towards them. Trying to stay alive they moved backwards again, Y/N rushing forward to protect Tamar as the blades sped towards them. She covered her body with hers and felt as each blade stabbed her.
Tamar turned around and Y/N fell into her arms, both of them protected by the barricades. It took a moment for Tamar to fully realise that she couldn’t save Y/N this time. There was no water in her lungs, her heart hadn’t stopped, she wasn’t drunk, there was no blade to her throat - but she was dying.
As Y/N struggled to breathe with frozen blades of ice stuck in her body, her eyes found Tamar’s who kept looking at the injuries for a solution. When it became evident that there wasn’t one, her eyes met Y/N’s and she knew it would be the last time.
“Thank you. Thank you f-for all those t-times you saved me. I love y-you Tamar.” She staggered through the words painfully as blood began to seep out from her wounds and mouth. It was like she was drowning all over again.
“Hey, you’re going to be okay. You don’t need to thank me, I would save you as many times as I need to.”
Tamar was never scared, but in that moment she feared death. Not for herself but for her love. Death was going to take away part of her life-her heart.
“I love you so much-“ but Tamar didn’t get to finish what she was saying because she heard the lack of heartbeat, Y/N’s eyes had closed. The last thing she heard was Tamar’s voice lulling her to sleep one last time
Headcanons | Jesus, Tamar & Nathanael with you being the shortest of the group | Platonic
Requested by Lizzy
Jesus
Jesus will never make fun of anyone, since it’s not part of His character.
Even though you are significantly shorter than everyone else, He won’t even mention it.
However, He is well aware that others sometimes tease you about it. He knows that it is hurting you, even though you have accepted yourself for not being very tall.
It comes to a point that Jesus mentions it in front of the group.
Initially, you aren’t really sure if you like the fact that the issue is being magnified that way, but once the Disciples nod with ashamed flushes on their faces, you are grateful that He stood up for you.
“Thank You, Lord. I appreciate You looking out for me.”
“Of course, (Y/n).”
A lot of people apologise for making fun of your height. Half of them you never even considered remotely offensive, since just mentioning it is fine with you, but the followers are definitely shaken by Jesus’ message that their words may hurt you regardless of their intention.
From that moment on, you also get a lot more help from the guys when it comes to getting things from higher shelves or carrying heavy loads without them laughing at your struggles first.
Tamar
It’s pretty obvious that you’re shorter than the others, even shorter than Ramah, and Tamar finds it simply adorable.
When you first meet, she thinks you are a child, which simply isn’t true.
She literally squeezed your cheek and asked for your name. The glare you gave her made her physically recoil, her lips forming an ‘o’.
She’d be so apologetic about it right after. Constantly saying how stupid she felt for thinking that you were young simply because of your height.
The friendship between you quickly grows, though.
It often brings the two of you to the market together, where you hang out and get yourself snacks as well as new fabrics to make dresses from.
“You’re just a few coins short to buy bread, (Y/n)— I mean— I didn’t mean to say it that way, I swear that it has nothing to do with your height!”
You’d just laugh at that. “No offence taken, I know you didn’t intend to make fun of me.”
Tamar would totally help you out by taking in your dresses, for these are often too long for your body whenever you buy them from the market itself.
She makes you cute accessories with the leftover textile, which you greatly appreciate.
Nathanael
It’s pretty much a given that Nathanael will make fun of your height at any opportunity he sees. And admittedly, that is quite often.
Of course he will put things on the highest shelves just to tease you.
Expect him to pretend to not see you while calling out your name, trying to get the others to join in his teasing, but they often just roll their eyes at him.
Your head would be used as an armrest to put his elbow on. How original…
Prepare to give him lots of death glares, because he frankly deserves them at this point.
“The first being the last, does that also mean that the shortest will be the tallest?”
“You’re so funny, you know that?”
“Wait, really?”
“…No.”
He will definitely give you nicknames that have to do with how short you are. Shorty, mouse, twig.
It isn’t until you begin crying about his teasing one day that he realises that he should cut it out, since it really isn’t funny anymore.
He profusely apologises and promises to do better, which is a good start at least. It definitely cuts back the amount of height-puns he makes around you.
