#grishaverse au

[seleneprince]

Magische Linten (Magic Ribbons)

Contains: Dutch expressions (as a fandom, we forgot too fast that Kerch is a fantasy Dutch and that Kaz used dutch words in the books, like "ja". We should remember it). I used the translator for this, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know. Mentions of the Wandering Isle's culture about Grisha, which includes blood and questionable medical practices. Use some ocs. Saskia is a real character in the books, if you read them, you know who she is. I simply created an oc based on her.

(This follows the plot of the first book, Six of Crows, and not the show Shadow and Bone, althought it will contain references to it because I loved it too)

"There's no way"

"Seriously, I'm not lying"

"It cannot be true"

"Yes, it is. I can vanish anything in my hands and make it appear again somewhere else"

"¿Are you a Grisha?"

"Natuurlijk niet!* It's only a magic trick. I learnt it by watching one of those men with colorful clothes in the street. I think it's called 'illusionism' or something like that"

Saskia frowned. She knew what men he was referring to, but she never heard that word before. It sounded suspicious in her ears.

"¿Aren't what Grisha do basically magic tricks too?"

"Well, technically yes, but it's not the same. Anyone can do this if they learn and practice enough, but not everyone can do what a Grisha can, no matter how much they learn"

"I'm not sure. That trick you said sounded very Grisha-like to me"

"Fine! If you don't believe me, let me show you. I swear it has nothing to do with Grisha."

Saskia didn't quite buy it. It wasn't like she was worried that the boy would hurt her, but what he said sounded very weird. Where she came from, it was said that Grisha were dangerous and the only good thing they had was their blood, which could cure sickness. She remembered briefly when a doctor took some blood out of her when she had fever, and she cried the whole process. She couldn't understand how Grisha were capable of going through that so often, and voluntarily at that. They weren't normal.

But if he said he wasn't a Grisha, Saskia chose to believe him. Her "father" told her these boys were innocent, simple-minded. Her new friend had no reason to lie.

"Oké*, but make it fast. And if you hurt me, I'll hit you"

"I barely have to touch you, I just need something small. A pencil, or a button"

While they looked around them, Saskia brushed some strands from her eyes. She hated how her "mother" styled her hair, with ridiculous ties and curls. That's when she felt one of the ribbons she wore, and had an idea.

"Here", she took one of them off and gave it to him, "Use this"

He blinked at her, surprised.

"¿Are you sure? I don't-"

"You say you can make it appear again, ja? Besides, I have many more like this, so I don't mind if you lose this one"

He stared down at the red ribbon in his hand, his cheeks blushing in a expression akin to flusterment. Like he was holding 100 kruge in his palm instead of a simple piece of silk. When his eyes met Saskia's again, there was no sign of that expression. She was silently impressed with his quick facial control.

"Oké, now let us start!"

He smiled with confidence, and Saskia couldn't help but smile in return at his enthusiasm.

The boy proceeded to turn the ribbon around in his hands, twisting it with before her eyes, until suddenly...it dissapeared. Just like that, she was seeing it clearly one moment and the next she didn't anymore. No noise or twitch that signaled where it went. Saskia's mouth was wide open.

"What the-how did you do that?! You had it in your hand, I was seeing it! How is this possible? It just...vanished"

Instead of answering, the boy chuckled at her. He extended his hands towards her wrist, slowly, and stopped right where his fingers brushed her pulse point. He became still for a moment, worrying Saskia a bit with his lack of movement. Then, with a graceful twist of his hand, he started to move his hand away, and Saskia felt something soft sliding down her wrist.

It was the red ribbon.

She couldn't hide her fascination.

"Dat is geweldig!* How did you do it? I didn't feel it getting under my sleeve, nor I noticed it was there. How can it be?", she narrowed her eyes in suspicion at him, "¿Are you sure you're not a Grisha?"

When her eyes focused on him, she saw something weird. His cheeks were blushing, which didn't make sense because it wasn't that cold in the room. They had been mostly near the functioning chimney since they arrived. ¿Was he getting sick?

"Hey, ¿are you alright? Your face is getting red"

"Ah, uhm, I...it's nothing. I was just nervous that...it didn't work out. Yup, that's it", the boy shook his head, like he just broke out of a trance, and scratched his neck as he turned his eyes away. "And ja, I'm sure I'm not a Grisha. Like I said, anyone can do this"

"Oh, oké then", she had the feeling there was something else, but she got distracted quickly. "Well, I can't do it, and I'm very smart"

He chuckled softly.

"It has nothing to do if you're smart or not. You can't do it because you never practiced. If you tried, I bet you'll do it better than me", his cheeks reddened again, and Saskia thought he looked very cute like that, "You're the most talented person I know. You'll be probably good at everything."

"Well, I wouldn't say that either," now it was her turn to blush, "I read a lot of books, and my brot-my parents teach me many things, so that's why I know some stuff."

There was a pause between them, a comfortable silence that felt unusual in them. Whenever they were together, they talked nonstop and they didn't know how to stay still. Which was good for Saskia, because she couldn't stand silences. They made her nervous and uneasy, and she couldn't afford that. Not with him.

"Can I tell you something, Saskia?"

His voice sounded low out of sudden, and his eyes were fixed on her.

"Natuurlijk*, why do you ask?"

"It's just...I really like being with you and I don't want to make you bother you."

"I don't think you can do anything to bother me, dummy. Go on, what is it?"

He looked at her straight in her eyes, smiling shyly, but with a firm determination sparkling in his orbs.

"You're beau-"

The door was slammed open, showing Saskia's "father" and another boy with him.

"Here you are, ducklings", the man's deep voice captured the children's attention, "I'm sorry, boy, we lost track of time. Saskia, say goodbye to your friend, they're leaving."

"But pappa*, we still haven't-" she stopped herself when the man gave her a significant look. She bit her lip and nodded. "Oké"

They stood up, with Saskia brushing off her skirt and the boy fixing up his jacket. They walked side by side towards the exit, with Saskia's father and the older boy in front of them.

Just when the brothers were about to leave, her friend turned back to her abruptly.

"Wait! Saskia, take your ribbon. I forgot I had it", he extended his hand towards her, with the red silk still in his fingers, but the girl shook her head.

"Don't bother, you can keep it", she pushed his hand back gently. "It's a gift."

He stared at her perplexed.

"What are you saying? Are you sure?"

"Ja. Consider it a thanks for showing me that amazing trick. I loved it", she showed him a genuine smile, and he looked away again. "And if your hairs grows, you can use it to tie it back."

He scoffed playfully, glancing back at her with another smile.

"Yeah, sure, keep dreaming. No way I'm wearing that", his face softened. "See you tomorrow, I guess."

Something warm twisted in Saskia's chest. She pushed it back where it came from.

"Ja, see you tomorrow. And I hope you bring some new tricks. Now I want to see more of them."

He chuckled. Saskia was starting to find the sound very pleasant. She thought she wouldn't mind hearing it more often, and a sense of dread assaulted her. She shouldn't be having these thoughts.

"Ik beloof het*"

And after that exchange, they bid their goodbyes, both still smiling as the distance between them grew. She felt the firm hand of her "vader*" squeezing her shoulder almost painfully. A silent reminder.

A warning.

"Didn't you hear? The Black Tips are dust now. That idioot Geels emptied the vaults to get on the Dregs' bad side, and the Brekker demon set them all packing with their tails between the legs."

"Ja, they even came up with a song for it. 'The Durstraat is on fire and the Dregs don't have no water'. I heard it when I passed by their nest."

"Cocky klootzakken*. But I guess we can thank them for riding us from those rats. One less headache to deal with."

Those were the first sentences that Diantha heard as soon as she set a foot in the Emerald Palace. She twirled her way through the gaming tables towards the bar, expertly avoiding the waving hands and listening their talks about the latest news. The fall to disgrace of the Black Tips.

It didn't catch her by surprise at all. She already heard what happened on her way to the Palace, and haven't she been busy with her last minute assignment at First Harbor, she would've likely gone to witness the whole mess in front row from one of the rooftops. However, she didn't feel dissapointed for having missed it, considering the interesting events that transcurred in First Harbor and that she got to see by herself.

In the bar counter, she found Jesse rearranging some bottles and greeting her with a nod.

"Welcome back, Krett. I take it that it was a successful inspection."

"What makes you think that?"

"Your clothes are still intact and you don't have an ounce of dirt on your face, so I assume there were no fights or accidents. Plus, you have that spark in your eyes from when you got your hands on something valuable and can't wait to show it."

She grinned. She didn't expect less from the Emerald Palace's head bartender. After so many years working behind the counter, Jesse learnt to be particularly observant with people, which allowed him to charm them into a false sense of trust as he filled their cups and pried secrets from their loose mouths. Also, he had known Diantha since she was a kid, freshly initiated into the Dime Lions after her brother, so it wasn't rare he could read her so easily.

"Well, the boss may feel conflicted with the news, but I think it'll distract him enough from the last fiasco."

"I hope so. I'm afraid he's going to be in a sour mood for the following hours, and it'll be nices to keep his attention away from us."

"Is he really that pissed about the Black Tips?"

"I guess it has more to do with the Brekker boy twerfing his plans once again rather than loosing the Black Tips."

Diantha felt her body tense, just like everytime someone mentioned him.

Kaz Brekker, the Dregs' lieutenant, and Pekka Rollins' biggest headache. His long story of crimes and blood stained hands, all in the name of profit, gave him the nickname Dirtyhands. Because there was no line he wasn't willing to cross to get what he wanted. People whispered his name in fear and covered at the sound of his lethal cane tapping the ground as he walked. Not even the Dime Lions were immune to his terrifying presence, but they knew better than to show it when Rollins was near.

She would never admit it, but Diantha was also a bit intimidated by him. Their paths had crossed only a handful times, and they only exchanged few words in them, but something in his eyes when she looked at him made her feel...very uneasy. Like he was about to lunge at her at any moment, but she didn't know when. She assumed it was due to her being a Dime Lion. They were enemies, it made sense he despised her, just like he did with her fellow gang members, surely.

She shook her head to expel any thoughts about him. It wasn't the time to divagate about whether the Bastard of the Barrel had personal reasons to hate her or not. Plus, trying to figure out the mind of someone like him would only drain her own sanity in the process.

Right now, she had crucial information to report to her already angry boss, and Saints knew how he could get if she made him wait.

Kaz Brekker had no power over her, but Pekka Rollins very much did and would gladly use it. And that was enough to push Dirtyhands out of her head at once.

"Really? You think it's wise leaving it like that, with the Black Tips still fuming and crawling around?"

"It's the right course of action. By the way, go call Jesper and Muzzen. I want them here at sunrise. And have Wylan wait for me at the Crow Club tomorrow night."

"Wylan? If you say the job is so important..."

"Just do it."

Inej crossed her arms, glaring at him with the same sharpness as her precious knives. He was sure she was considering murdering him right there.

"Are you going to give me any details, Kaz?"

"Once we're all reunited", he put on a clean shirt and buttoned it up as he walked to his dresser. "This isn't an order, Inej. It's another job, which you're free to accept or deny."

He finished with the buttons, throwing on next a grey vest with little pockets sewn discreetly underneath, perfect to keep tools he didn't want others to find out. Just when Inej opened her mouth, probably to ask something again, someone knocked at the door.

"Kom binnen*" he answered, barely looking at who entered.

It was Rotty, with a solemn expression that clashed vastly from his previous cheeriness.

"Hallo*, sir. We just received news from the Shu's cargment of gold that arrived this morning", he spoke in a rush. "The Merchant Council plan on keeping the ship docked at the port, under the stadswacht's surveillance, until further notice."

"Well, it was to be expected. That stunt Shu Han pulled made their plans a bit more complicated for the future. They'll refrain from touching the gold until they're completely sure of it", he hummed. "But why are you telling me this? That cargment of Shu gold isn't a priority now."

"Sir", Rotty stuttered, avoiding Kaz's dark eyes. "Pekka Rollins knows"

The temperature in the room went down drastically. Kaz freezed in the spot, under Inej's attentive gaze.

"And...?"

He had a feeling of where this was going. Rotty never stuttered before when he mentioned Rollins to him, unless...

"He sent one of the Krett siblings to cover First Harbor, sir."

There it was.

He felt that familiar fire at his stomach, like everytime he heard that name. He could feel the burning climb up his throat, setting his insides on an inferno.

He let out a raspy, humourless chuckle. He should have expected it. Pekka Rollins wouldn't have turn away from such a delicious, tempting treasure, not when he was still trying to plant his roots inside the Merchant Council's core. And of course, he would have sent his favourite puppet to follow the whole operation.

He knew one of the Kretts was out of the Barrel at the moment, so that only left one for the job. Her.

"Thank you for telling me, Rotty. This definitely supposes a change in our plans", he pulled out a new set of gloves and fastened the buttons around his wrists, rather hastly. "We should reconsider First Harbor's importance for us. You can leave now."

Rotty nodded and left the room almost running. Inej eyes him warily. She knew too what that information meant to him.

"What do you have in mind now, Kaz?"

He didn't answer inmediately. His gloved fingers went inside the drawer again, brushing against a worn out piece of red silk he kept hidden in there, only for his eyes to see. A trinklet from a painful dream, a reminder of what his goals were.

He closed it again with a loud thump, before walking out of the room without a single word, leaving the ribbon hidden underneath the documents once again.

(One day, she'll be hidden too, where only he could see her and grasp her)

A/N: Inspired by my discussions with @stayconnecteed about her awesome aus for six of crows and my own silly headcanons. She also happens to be the one who came up with that beautiful cover, so all credit to her. And @mrsmiroir, because we both wanted to see more of Saskia so my mind created this.

TRANSLATIONS:

-Natuurlijk niet!*: Of course not!

-Dat is geweldig!*: This is amazing!

-Ja*: Yes

-Oké*: Allright, okay

-Natuurlijk*: Of course

-Vader/Pappa*: Father

-Ik beloof het*: I promise

-Idioot*: I think this one is pretty obvious

-Klootzakkenn*: Assholes

-Kom binnen*: Come in

-Hallo*: Good evening

#six of crows au #six of crows fanfic #soc au #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagine #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker x reader #saskia hertzoon #pekka rollins #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #grishaverse au #dark romance #dime lions #the dregs #soc imagine #soc x reader #soc fanfic #i don't where this came from #but i have an full au about “Saskia” in my head now and i need to get it out #also dark enemies to lovers vibes because it's my shit and i'm an addicted

[lilisouless]

“Matthias Helvar is the male gaze, Wylan Van Eck is the female gaze , therefore he is superior”_ Jesper Fahey’s last tweet before the war

“Matthias & Nina are a “straight” ship for gay people, Jesper & the other guy are a gay ship for straight people #suckitjesper” Nina’s completely unrelated response

“Inej Ghafa was written by a woman, Nina Zenik was written by a man” The tweet that caused Kaz Brekker to flee the country for two months

#six of crows #netflix shadow and bone #nina zenik #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #grishaverse incorrect quotes #six of crows shitpost #six of crows modern au #kanej #wesper #Helnik #sab shitpost #grishaverse au #incorrect six of crows

[sibbydoo]

🔆 ROTBTDoodles 2023 — DAY20: GRISHAVERSE

AU in which The Big Four are the following; Jack Frost as a Tidemaker Grisha corrupt with jurda parem, Rapunzel Corona is a Tailor Grisha, Merida Dun’broch is a runaway thief hiding in Ketterdam, and Hiccup Haddock is a drüskelle learning harsh truths and defending his chaotic dysfunctional family.

#ROTBTDoodles 2023 #sibbyart #sibby’s artsy boogaloo #illustration #art #my art #artist on tumblr #grishaverse #grisha au #grishaverse au #au #fanart #rotbtd #the big four #rise of the brave tangled dragons #rapunzel corona #merida dunbroch #hiccup haddock #jack frost #poly #qpr #found family #sketch #artists on tumblr

[riality-check]

By the time Eddie’s ninth birthday rolls around, his parents have been dead for two months.

He gets a little sad when he remembers that fact. He remembers them, he’s old enough to, but he doesn’t really remember what they were like. He remembers that he has hair and eyes like his mother and a face like his father, but he doesn't know their favorite foods or the lullabies they liked to sing to him when they were home.

They were gone most of the time, deployed by the First Army again and again, until one day, they didn’t come back. Since then, Eddie has been with Uncle Wayne - he's Grisha, so he and his dad didn't talk much before - at the Little Palace.

It’s nice, even if it was weird at first. Eddie went from living off rations to having quality meals for every meal. He went from owning two shirts to owning ten. He went from running around outside to, well, running around outside, only this time, it’s on manicured lawns and safely maintained woods instead of on dusty dirt roads and barren wheat fields.

Outside is all he really has, aside from the little house he and Uncle Wayne have on the grounds. Eddie isn’t Grisha, so he isn’t allowed inside the Little Palace.

He’s okay with that. There’s a whole bunch of stuff to do outside, between the forest and the fields and the lake, while he waits every day for Uncle Wayne to come back from teaching classes about fire. 

Sometimes, there are other people outside, too, but Eddie doesn’t talk to them. He doesn’t think he is allowed to, even though Uncle Wayne never gave him that rule. The other kids his age seem pretentious, anyway, with their bright, expensive clothing and chins held high.

Eddie might be living a lot better now, but he still doesn’t like rich kids very much.

His train of thought is interrupted when he falls out of the tree he’s perched in.

Luckily, he doesn’t fall very far. He was eight feet up, at the highest, and now he’s on the ground, having landed and rolled the way his dad taught him to the last time he was home.

That thought makes Eddie sad again, so he makes his brain swerve away from it.

Eddie stands up and brushes the grass off his pants, but instead of being alone, like he was, before there’s another boy standing in front of him.

He’s pretty. That’s the only word Eddie has for him. This boy is pretty, from his wavy brown hair to his smooth skin to his perfect, straight smile.

The adult teeth Eddie has growing in are already noticeably crooked, and he only has three of them.

“Hi?” he says, and it sounds like a question because he doesn’t know who this boy is. That and because he’s wearing white, and the only Grisha Eddie has ever seen wear either red, blue, or purple.

Either this boy is special, or he’s not Grisha. Eddie kind of hopes it’s the second one. It would be nice to not be the only one, even if this boy is wearing clothes that are worth more than Eddie.

The boy doesn’t say hi back. He instead points at Eddie’s forehead, where a cut and a bruise from yesterday’s failed attempt to swing from one tree to another are still healing.

“I can fix that,” he says.

Eddie doesn’t care one way or the other what his face looks like, but this boy looks like he does. He looks completely uncomfortable with being outside, and it doesn’t look like he belongs here, either. Not with his pristine white robe and his perfect, pretty face.

The longer he looks at Eddie, the worse his face scrunches up.

“Okay,” Eddie says. And then, because he’s polite, “I’m Eddie.”

“Steve,” the kid says. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Are you going to fix my face?”

Steve huffs out a surprised little laugh and takes a step closer. “I can if you hold still.”

“I’m bad at that,” Eddie admits.

Steve giggles. “You’re funny.”

“You haven’t fixed it yet.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but he brushes his hand over Eddie’s forehead, and Eddie feels a sort of warmth, like the itch of a scab, before it’s gone just as soon as it came up.

“There you go,” Steve says. “It’s fixed.”

Eddie reaches up toward his forehead. The skin is smooth, but when he presses down, it aches.

Something must show up on his face because Steve says, “It’ll still hurt.”

“I thought you said you fixed it.”

“I did. It’s gone. But it’ll still hurt, at least until it heals on the inside.”

“How do you know that?” Eddie says.

Steve shrugs. It’s the first careless gesture Eddie has seen him make.

“I just do,” he says.

Eddie frowns at that, but before he can say anything, Steve turns around and starts walking away.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” Eddie calls.

Steve stops and looks over his shoulder. “Maybe.”

In Eddie’s world, maybe means make it happen. He’s determined to.

He watches Steve walk back toward the Grand Palace, not the Little Palace, and wonders who on earth he is until he hears Uncle Wayne calling him in for supper.

there's more here.

#ria writes #i haven't even watched s2 of shadow and bone yet #so no spoilers #i've just read all the books #enjoy some grishaverse thoughts #there'll be more to come #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #st #st ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #grishaverse au

[ghcstao3]

finally got around to writing a ghostsoap grishaverse au. Yippee

pine, sea salt, and the taste of cherry cordial

word count: 15 786 rating: teen

summary: At 28 years-old, Soap has already lived a decent amount of his life. Don't get him wrong—he's certainly grateful for what opportunities he's had, but as he settles in Os Kervo to work for a blacksmith by the name of Price, he finds things start to get a bit boring, and there is, at some point, something left to be desired. Then a Fjerdan with bicoloured eyes and a stupidly handsome face walks into Price's shop one day, and Soap thinks he's discovered, for the very first time in his twenty-eight years of life, what exactly love is. It's a very welcome change in his life. The only problem is that Soap is Grisha, and he's not certain if he could ever break that to Simon.

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x soap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #alternate universe #fanfic #writing #grishaverse au #ao3 link

[ricardian-werewolf]

Fanfic Masterlist:

(Cover is of Gassed, by John Singer Sargent. Held in the custody of IWM London). (cover made using Canva). Abstract: Set in an alternate timeline of the Grishaverse where the country of Ravka very closely resembles the Western Front of the Great War, this is a fic that sets out to explore an idea: What if First Army developed their own order of Saints, and how this affects the war effort. Part reflection on Religion, War, femininity, and social propaganda movements, part war-story Straight from the early 20th century a la the writings of Will R Bird. All angst. Characters: Nikolai Lantsov, Dominik Vertov, Olga Kylov (oc), Will R Bird, Alina Starkov, and others! Pairings: Nikolai x OC. Rating: Mature CW/TWs: War, mentions of extreme violence, universe typical prejudices, heavy discussions of religion. Later chapters go into period typical sexism of the late Victorian period, and share cases similar to that of the Red Army's female soldiers of ww2. Masterlist: (updated with new chapters) 1. Over There

Rating: Mature Cw/Tws: heavy discussions of mental health, prices of religious trauma and sainthood. Lots of mentions of attempted assassinations by Vasily. Masterlist: (Updated with new chapters).

Stars 'round his wrists.

When I am King, you will be first against the wall.

Take My hand, I'll drown you with me.

But your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

The world is lying fallow and you are apart from me.

Holy Water cannot help you now.

Non-Grishverse FIC. **** Profunda Venae - Deep veins. 

Chronicling a split off of English history during the weeks after Victoria’s coronation, this series explores the What-Ifs of the English Industrial revolution and the idea of vampires being representative of the ruling class. It also dives into the ideas of class revolution, Nuclear Winter, the usage of productive power to control the narrative, and more. It is also mainly a narrative of just how dangerous controlling the reins of who tells history can truly be.

Written during the hardest years of my life, this series was created to be a distraction from the mires and misery of Neurodivergency in a common-education experience.

Book 1 is set in a world much like our own with certain shifts. Book 2 is a world that starts out similar and quickly becomes quite different. Book 3 is a world that is far in the past and far in the future all at once.

Book 1: The Lineaments of Malefaction: [Finished]

Synopsis:

1838 - the house of Hanover and the United Kingdom are at last stable. Queen Victoria has taken to the throne with Lord M at her shoulder as her beloved Prime Minister. However, as always, those left in the shadows squabble and plot.

For what more of a travesty can there be than a sweet queen of 18, and a human one at that?

Wrongs must always be righted, regardless of who is in the way. Sometimes those means are more dastardly than anyone could imagine. As someone once said, family is not stronger than the blood that is spilt on the battlefield of power.

Chapter List, with dates of publication:

1. Pills and plans (2022-03-11)

2. Blood in the water (2022-03-12)

3. A murder of politicians (2022-03-13)

4. Ballrooms and bites (2022-03-13)

5. The Revenants of Pemberley (2022-03-17)

6. Lifting the veil (2022-03-17)

7. Burning down the castle (2022-03-28)

8. Shadows, the stars, and you. (2022-03-28)

9. Oh Noel (2022-04-02)

10. For the Queen (2022-04-02)

11. If we burn, you burn with us (2022-04-07)

12. recovery and revolution (2022-04-07)

13. Paint it black (2022-04-07)

14. A wedding and a honeymoon. (2022-04-07)

15. All that ends well (2022-04-07)

Book 2: The Evils of Darkness: [Finished]

Synopsis:

1848 - the house of Kingsbridge and England have enjoyed 8 years of relative peace and quiet. Victoria and Lord M are at last united in matrimony and state, and those who opposed their rule are defeated or interred. Yet, plans always abound to take down those some see as unpopular.

For vampires aren’t fit to rule humans. Even in a place like Great Britain, wrongs must be righted, and balance must be restored.

No matter the personal cost.

Chapter List:

1. A bad beginning (2022-04-18)

2. Hold tight London (2022-04-21)

3. The Threads of eternity. (2022-04-21)

4. The War Game (2022-05-06)

5. When the wind blows (2022-05-06)

6. The Day After (2022-05-18)

7. Protect and survive (2022-05-30)

8. Operation square leg (2022-06-06)

9. Do no harm (2022-06-25)

10. Nuclear winter (2022-07-22)

11. Babylon (2022-08-17) Book 3: Dum Pugnatur, Bellum Amittitur [ongoing]

Synopsis:

1865 - the thrones of Queen Victoria and King William are lost to the wastelands. The House of Kingsbridge is no more, and in its place, factions plot and squabble to rule the destroyed land once called England.

But that is easier said then done, for England herself is a place of ruin and starvation. For the nuclear winter that ripped the royal family apart has rolled its citizens back to the Middle Ages. But for those who have survived the hell of 1858, there is a new threat on the horizon that may blot out even 1848 - America has been at war with itself for going on 4 years, and there is whispers abounding that the Royal Family may be amongst the evacuees who fled on the steamship, the Kerberos.

All of these whispers and plans within plans make for a perfect firestorm to be set upon England's starving lower classes, for as someone once said: fealty is not stronger than the blood that is spilled on the battlefield of power.

Chapter list:

1. Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent (2023-02-02)

2. Ravens feathers and Mozart (2023-08-11)

3. Paternoster Row (2023-09-25)

4. The Evil Genius of the Republican Party. (2023-10-09)

5. A Plea To Fate (2023-11-15)

6. Marian (2024-03-07)

Fear and Delight, or how I learned to stop worrying and wear gloves to hide my trauma.

Synopsis:

* Set During Season 2 of the Gilded Age - does not follow central plot by the beats*. Title taken from Dr Strangelove. ***** The Russell's Newport mansion could be called many things. The New York Times called it “Grandiose - a paragon of modern architecture.” The Post deemed it: “The newly-built mansion is a sign of the shifting tides of New Money upon our cities elite,”. More attention was paid to the ongoing Opera War waged by Bertha Russell and her arch nemesis, Caroline Astor. Astor had the boxes at the Academy of Music and dealt them out like generals awarding medals to soldiers who’d survived a conflict: rarely given and precious to only a few. Bertha Russell had set up the enemy camp with her Metropolitan Opera house (still undergoing building and desperately needing funds), and sought to gain some of the broken backs of the Academy’s patrons. The more soldiers - patrons - Mrs Russell could win over in advance of the Met’s opening, the better. ***** Robber Barons, The Crows, a Princess who is in America to settle an old Score, all for one very mediocre production of Faust.

Chapter list:

1. Washington Square (2024-01-12)

2. Old Money (2024-01-21)

Blood of the Immortals:

Synopsis:

Atlantic City, 1921. Prohibition has come in with a bang, and the bootleggers long to profit off of people’s desire for spirits. But some of their intentions and creations come with nasty consequences. Sometimes, liquor really can kill. And for Nucky Thompson, that’s a gamble he’s willing to take. Even if federal agents are snapping at his heels, and people are dying in the streets, Atlantic City, is after all, the world’s playground.

Chapter list:

1. Blood stained sheets (2021-07-14)

2. The ivory tower (2021-07-14)

3. The tin soldier (2021-07-24)

4. A Wolf, a man, and a plan (2021-08-10)

5. Every little thing she does is madness. (2021-09-14)

6. Leave before the sun comes up (2021-09-27)

7. Burning for you (2021-10-05)

8. Death Race (2021-10-14)

9. The darkest hour is before the dawn (2021-10-18)

10. Don’t turn your back (2021-10-18)

#harriet rambles #grishaverse #Nikolai Lantsov #grishaverse au #the grishaverse #King of scars #Rule of Wolves #The Darkling #alina starkov #Spotify #nikolina #fic: I will follow you into the Dark #Fic: the lineaments of malefaction #Fic: the Evils of Darkness #Lotr #Threads 1984 #Victoria itv #Lord Melbourne #Queen Victoria #Vicbourne #the Gilded age #Six of Crows #kaz brekker #kaz x inej #kazzle dazzle #the crows #soc #boardwalk empire #fanfic masterlist

[antares-sc]

soulmate!au in which the soulmate's initials appear on the skin after bodily contact with him.

sitting in her bedroom at night, Inej feels wild despair, because she has neat letters K.R on her skin, and in her heart is the leader of the Dregs. Kaz Brekker.

#grishaverse #grishaverse au #shadow and bone #six of crows #six of crows au #kaz brekker #inej gafha #kanej #kanej supremacy #kanej au #kanej has my whole heart

[heliads]

Hey Lisa! Just wanted to get a request in before it gets full 😂

I just thought of the idea of a Star Trek fic for Bones Mccoy but grishaverse au? I feel like he would be a heartrender. He would LOVE to use his powers against people to make fun of them or something! The reader likes Bones and is a human. Obviously, reader likes bones = heart palpitations and everytime they talk about or to Bones their heart is racing. So bones knows this and can tell that reader likes him so he's just smugly happy about this but doesn't tell reader he reciprocates the same feelings as he wants them to tell him first and be like "oh yeah it was obvious I could tell you liked me" and it's just fluff afterwards!!

Thank you so much Lisa <3

your ideas are ALWAYS top tier!! grishaverse au my beloved

masterlist

The Little Palace may get its power from the Grisha, but its secrets– its secrets it gets from the otkazat’sya. They’ll never tell you that, of course. The practitioners of the Small Science have enough of an ego to act like they can do everything themselves, but no one can. That’s why need the ordinary folk. That’s why they need you.

The rationale behind it all is surprisingly understandable. People who don’t have gifts, who can’t make the ocean sing or their kitchen fires dance, these are the sorts of people who can get behind locked doors without alerting suspicion. You swear people can tell Grisha from otkazat’sya just by a single glance. They walk differently, know they’re different, and then other people know, too.

You, though? You are a woman born without something else. You are just you. It hurts at times, walking through the Little Palace, surrounded by all these people with a great gift in a great place knowing that it is never truly yours, but it doesn’t have to be. You are Y/N. It is fine.

Besides, they can’t make you feel too terribly about yourself without admitting that they need you more than anyone. You’re one of their best spies, a liaison from beyond the walls that can tell them everything they need to know about anything. You have more audiences with the King of Ravka than any of the regular Grisha stationed within the very walls of the city, and you don’t even have the Small Science to back you up.

You have a knack for knowing things, that’s all. You find the people with the secrets, and you discover the ways to make those secrets come alive. Half the time, your targets don’t even know they’ve blabbed away everything they should have kept dear until you’re already gone. What they think is an ordinary conversation is actually rife with spilled clandestine information, they just haven’t realized it yet.

That’s what happened two towns south, actually. A First Army captain was drunk and hanging off his barroom stool, you were there to ply him with rounds and figure out just why his regiment’s been having difficulties keeping to the directions given to them by Ravka’s king. Turns out he’s the head of an anti-monarchy group, and now you have names and locations for future meetings. All in a day’s work.

You’re headed back towards Os Alta now, ready to hand over another successful venture’s information and help plan out the next move. You used to fear every audience with the king, too afraid of saying the wrong thing and being laughed out of the palace, but he’s more of a friend now than a source of apprehension. 

James Kirk is yet another one of dozens of bright, blond princes who become kings, and he’s more fond of a joke than a threat, or at least to you. They say he’s capable of piloting his country out of any crisis, and for his sake, you hope they’re right. Ravka needs all the help it can get.

If you’re going to be afraid of anyone, you’d be afraid of his right hand man, the general of the Second Army. Spock’s not aggressive, per se, or at least not physically so, but his biting wit isn’t exactly as approachable as Jim’s charm.

Still, they make a good team, and that’s what matters most. They’ve become your friends by now, and as you draw closer to the gates of Os Alta, your heart warms with the thought of meeting up once more with what you’ve come to appreciate as the regular crew of Ravkan governmental elite.

It’s not just Jim and Spock, after all. There’s Nyota Uhura, the best damn Squaller on this side of the Unsea, Scotty and Chekov, beloved Fabrikators, and last but certainly not least, Hikaru Sulu, your favorite Heartrender. All of them have become your close friends as of late, and you look forward to swapping stories with all of them.

And then, of course, there’s the one person you’ve conveniently left out, the one man who makes you terrified and excited and mainly just eager all at the same time:  McCoy, obviously. Bones is, well, Bones, and he’s been the same deadpan sarcastic Healer since the day you met him, but he’s also something else. Someone else. Someone you could love and do love and probably shouldn’t love, but do anyway. 

Loving Bones was easier than it should have been. He was one of the first people you ever met in the Little Palace. That was years ago now; you’re a different person than you ever were back then, but even at the start of it all, you knew your life was going to change the second you got the summons from the then-prince Kirk.

Jim’s king now, his father dead, but that doesn’t mean he’s any less invested in your professional skills. You were a First Army soldier then, involved in Fjerdan espionage and the like. You quickly rose through the ranks thanks to your superior skills in getting people to trust you, and that’s how you ended up on Jim’s radar.

The first time you received a note saying that you were to report to the Little Palace as soon as possible, you thought you were in trouble. Sure, there had been a few minor spots of fisticuffs with other soldiers in your past, but they were talking badly about you, and you just wanted to convince them that you were worth your salt. Physically. You won, anyway, and they shut up, but that was no reason a prince would want to see you in person, right?

Your record wasn’t in question, though, or at least not like that. It turned out that Jim wanted to see you so he could have a spy under his directive specifically, such that you could report not only on the enemy but on the dissenters in his own troops too, but you didn’t know that at the time. All you knew was the crisp cream stationery between your fingers, watching that fine paper smudge with the dirt on your fingertips. Soldiers have to get their hands a little more dirty than kings, but you never minded that. It’s what made you good. It’s what made you the best.

So you rode to Os Alta, marveling at the high gates and proud elites just like any tourist in town. You remember wandering through the Little Palace in an attempt to find the so-called War Room, and that’s where you met your friends.

Technically, you met Scotty first of all of them, and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. If there was anyone in the whole business who could calm your nerves with one bad joke and a witty grin, it would be him. Most Fabrikators end up holed away in their labs, but Scotty was out and about for the same meeting you would be attending. He offered to lead you to the proper spot, and you quickly accepted his offer.

Along the way, Scotty greeted the people he knew, one of them being Bones. Bones was the one who paid you the most attention even after your group of three grew as you were introduced to Sulu and Uhura and more. You hadn’t thought that a Grisha would really care all that much about the backstory of an otkazat’sya, but Bones, for some reason, listened.

His gruff attitude was off-putting at first, but, as Scotty told you in a stage whisper and you later learned for yourself, Bones isn’t exactly the most outgoing of your friends. He usually sticks to his medical tent and his patients. The fact that he was asking you questions about yourself in the same clinical tone as if asking about past prescriptions was, in Scotty’s eyes, a sure sign that the two of you were going to be the best of friends.

You have to say that the Fabrikator was right. When you were inducted into Jim’s circle for real, and your espionage reports started becoming more and more frequent, you had a greater chance of running into Bones. 

He usually stuck by your side during the meetings, turning towards you whenever you spoke and leaning over so he could whisper sarcastic mutterings against your hair whenever someone else said something ridiculous. You’ve long since learned to develop a poker face when he’s around; otherwise, you’d end up laughing at your own king, and that’s sort of frowned upon around here.

It really should have come as no surprise that you’d go all the way and fall in love with Bones. Maybe it’s just you deluding yourself into thinking that nothing is something, but you swear that Bones treats you differently from the rest. He actually smiles when he sees you, and he talks more to you than anyone else. He’s kind, and he cares, and if you just let yourself imagine it, you could convince yourself that it’s because he loves you just as much.

He has yet to say a word on the matter, though, so you suppose you’re damned to eternal silence on the subject. The two of you will continue dancing around the subject until one of you gets killed in Ravka’s endless wars, and then an end will finally be put to it all. Wonderful.

Today, though, you are happy to see him, and you walk to the Little Palace with an extra pep in your step. This latest mission of yours took you away from Os Alta for longer than usual, so you’ve been missing him even more than the normal amount.

The halls of the Little Palace are no longer the labyrinth they had seemed upon your first visit, and you hurry over to the Healers’ station as quickly as you can. Bones’ back is turned when you first approach, too busy organizing supplies to notice any newcomers.

You rap your knuckles against the threshold of the door. “Surprise.”

Bones’ back straightens, and when he turns around, his lips are quirked in something that might almost be a smile. “Y/N. Good to see you.”

“I know,” you grin, “It always is.”

He rolls his eyes, but his expression is fond. “You were gone a while,” he remarks, “two weeks longer than last mission. I thought I would have to patch you up or something. You know death is the only acceptable excuse for tardiness around here?”

You laugh. “I’m glad to hear you were worried about me. I’m fine, by the way.”

Bones gives you a once over as if double checking this statement, but he seems satisfied when he continues. “What took you so long, then?”

You lift a shoulder. “Trying to root out corruption, not exactly the easiest thing in the world. Also, I’m not supposed to be around here all the time, remember? I’m not Grisha, I don’t belong in the Little Palace.”

Bones gives you a disgruntled look when you say that. “You’re kidding, right? ‘Course you do. You may not be able to do weird things with a wave of your hand, but you’re one of us. That means you should stay longer.”

You smile to yourself. “Well, I’m happy to be wanted.”

“You know that,” Bones remarks, “The others say it all the time, why does it matter to hear me say that?”

You swallow, look away. “It’s just different with you, that’s all.”

He arches a brow. “Why?”

This is not where you wanted the conversation to go, but with Bones’ stare fixed firmly on you, you don’t think you’ll be escaping it anytime soon. “You’re more important to me than the others.”

There’s no one else in the room, no one else to hear the way Bones’ voice goes quiet when he hears you. “And why is that, Y/N?”

You glance at him beseechingly, but Bones doesn’t seem willing to back off. At last, you sigh, and prepare yourself to bear the weight of his disapproval. “Alright, alright. I– I like you. I love you. Happy now?”

It’s silent for a moment, then:

“I know.”

You gape at him in shock. “You knew?”

“Of course I did,” he says smugly, “Any Heartrender worth their salt can sense when someone’s heartbeat speeds up when they’re around, and despite what Jim says, I am quite worth my price.”

You have enough sense to swat him playfully on the shoulder, even as your mind is reeling with the weight of this revelation. “That’s King Jim to you, remember? Saints, no respect for royalty or for me.”

“I do respect you,” Bones frowns.

You arch a brow. “You respected me enough to listen to my heartbeat day in and day out, being perfectly aware of how I felt, but making me be the one to say anything? You could have told me how you felt and ended all of this much sooner.” 

A sudden, terrible thought occurs to you that perhaps he doesn’t feel anything at all and that’s why he didn’t say anything. All Bones told you was that he knew you loved him, not that he loved you back. You had thought you were friends, but would a friend toy with you like that?

Your heartbeat must betray your panicked musings, because Bones’ expression softens and he puts a hand on your shoulder to bring you back to reality. “I love you too,” he says firmly, “and I don’t want you thinking anything else. I just like giving you a hard time, that’s all.”

“I know,” you say teasingly. “Who wouldn’t love me?”

He gives you a look. “That doesn’t explain why you were so nervous a few moments ago.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “That was different. You were intentionally withholding information.”

“I apologize,” he says, and draws closer to you. He pauses when he’s just a few breaths away, and for a moment you think he’s going to kiss you until he opens the door again. “Jim is waiting for us to start the meeting. We shouldn’t keep royalty waiting.”

You glare at him in indignation, but you’re too happy to keep your spirits down for long. “You’re awful, you know that?”

“I do,” he hums proudly, “and don’t worry about that, we’ll have time after the meeting.”

Time, yes. A lot of time. Maybe you should pay attention to how Bones said this place should be your home. And maybe, just maybe, you should ask Jim for more of a break in between missions. You think you’d like to explore your role here just a little more.

requested by @w1shes43, i hope you enjoy!

star trek tag list: @/w1shes43

#bones #bones imagines #bones x reader #bones oneshot #leonard mccoy #leonard mccoy imagines #leonard mccoy x reader #leonard mccoy oneshot #star trek #star trek imagines #star trek x reader #star trek oneshot #star trek bones #star trek bones imagines #star trek bones x reader #star trek bones oneshot #grishaverse au

[sky-neverending]

ok so my “wife” got me sort of into twisted wonderland, and being the grisha obsessed bitch that i am, i made an au.

basically Lilia is a Shadow Summoner and so is his son Malleus, but his youngest son Silver is a Sun Summoner, and he has to teach them to control their powers. And when Lilia and Malleus go to visit Vil (a tailor) in the Geldstraat in Ketterdam, Silver sneaks on the ship and gets lost on the streets of Ketterdam, and he meets Riddle, the son of some of the richest merchants in Kerch. That’s all i can say without spoiling it but i’m hoping someone might be interested!! it’s been fun to write so far

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #grishaverse #grishaverse au #twisted wonderland fanfic #riddle rosehearts #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #silver twisted wonderland #this is so fun #i love it

[rupturedhaven]

After meeting on a night out and hooking up, Jesper and Wylan decide they've had enough of their friends mocking their respective love lives and pretend to have stumbled into a genuine relationship. How long until they don't have to fake their affections anymore? And how long until they admit it?

NEW STORY ANNOUNCEMENT! Coming hot off the heels of "Ketterdam Elementary" and before my next big Crows AU (still early in the planning stages of that, but it's gonna be a modern day heist story), I decided we needed more pure fluff in our lives. It'll be a shorter story - probably 8 chapters at most - and I plan on writing it all before I start posting to get it out there fairly quickly, but "Someone Else's Story" is coming to an AO3 near you soon!

#soc au #soc fic #soc #six of crows #six of crows fic #six of crows au #grishaverse #grishaverse au #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #kanej #helnik #ao3 #archive of our own #coming soon #au fic #fake dating #fake dating au #fake dating trope

[thesugarclubs-blog]

2022 Masterlist | 2023 Masterlist

Marvel Oneshots

Winner Takes All - Steve Rogers

Moonlight - Bucky Barnes

Be Mine - Bucky Barnes

Good Boys - Steve Rogers & Thor Odinson

A Shot to the Heart - Bucky Barnes

Put A Little Love on Me - Sam Wilson

Ace of Hearts - Bucky Barnes

Stranger Things Oneshots

Grishaverse Oneshots

#marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #marvel one shot #one shot #stranger things one shot #stranger things oneshot #stranger things imagine #marvel au #stranger things au #grishaverse oneshot #grishaverse one shot #grishaverse au #grishaverse imagine

[kitsubee13]

Grishaverse au Tartaglia?? 👀

He's obviously a Tidemaker. Maybe I'll do sun-summoner Lumine and Darkling Aether. They wouldn't be romantic ofc (duh). I like the concept of the twins being opposites like that. Maybe I'll change it around tho.

I really like this concept but I hate colouring things properly💪

#grishaverse fanart #the grisha trilogy #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #grishaverse au #illustration #digital art

[lilisouless]

Grishaverse as Monster High students au, part 1

Alina-Sun elemental

Inej-liberated genie

Nina-daughter of Baba Yaga

Zoya- humanoid western dragon

Part two will come as soon as get an idea for Tamar’s monster

Ps: some of this were taken from Pinterest so if the original person wants me to take this out or reemplace I’d do it

Edit: forgot to add, Inej as a genie was @lilithfreya ‘s idea

#netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #leigh bardugo #nina zenik #inej ghafa #alina starkov #zoya nazyalensky #monster high au #grishaverse au #shadow and bone #netflix sab #Sab au

[padsashtray-ao3]

COMPLETED: marauders x six of crows/shadow and bone 200k word fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/46309345/chapters/116590897

#marauders x six of crows #marauders fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #marauders au #the marauders #grishaverse #grishaverse fic #grishaverse au

[riality-check]

more grishaverse au thoughts, continuing from this

If a person were on a quest to find the most boring place in Ravka, the dry docks at Kribirsk would more than satisfy them.

Eddie thinks this as he hauls yet another crate onto a skiff. Then another, then another. It’s slow, monotonous work, but Eddie supposes he should have been more careful about what he wished for. He wanted something different than the idleness and isolation of the Little Palace, and here he is, constantly busy and constantly surrounded by people.

Most people, he has learned in the two years he has been here, smell awful. 

“Munson! Work a little faster, will you?” Ivan, the man next to him, says, passing him another crate.

Are we hauling bricks? Eddie thinks, nearly staggering under its weight.

He doesn’t miss the way that Ivan laughs at him. Hell, if it were anyone else, Eddie would laugh with him. It’s been two years since he came into Kribirsk with three gold coins and no work experience and took a job on the docks because they were always hiring. Two years, and almost no muscle to show for it. Then again, Eddie had always been a little sickly.

Eddie loads the crate onto the skiff. As he lifts his straining arms up, he feels the sweat roll down his back underneath his shirt. 

He looks up at the sun, annoyingly cheerful and annoyingly hot in the bright blue sky. It can’t be any earlier than midafternoon, so he has at least five more hours of work. The same work, day in and day out.

What joy.

“Munson!”

Eddie fights to not roll his eyes and turns to see Dmitri, his boss, standing on the skiff and looking down on him in the condescending way he’s so fond of. Eddie wants to mouth off, say something to wipe that look off his face, but the last time he did that, he was mysteriously out of work for a week. He could barely afford the bread he made stretch through that week, and he shudders to think about how hungry he was.

So, he bites his tongue so hard he might be tasting blood.

“Yes, sir,” he grits.

“You’re on the skiff this time,” Dmitri says.

Eddie feels his heart drop in his chest.

It’s not uncommon for dockworkers to accompany cargo every once in a while. More valuable products need more protection going across the Fold, and sometimes the skiffs come into Kribirsk with less men than they started with.

Eddie tries to shake that thought out of his head, but it’s a little difficult when the Shadow Fold is right in front of him: a wall of roiling darkness stretching up to the sky and as wide as Eddie can see it. Going around means crossing the borders into brutally cold Fjerda or the brutally hot Shu Han. Going over is impossible: the darkness can’t be scaled in any way.

The only way to the coast and to West Ravka is through.

Eddie thinks about growing up near the coast. He remembers the smell of salt and the constant noise of the waves, remembers the way his hair curled up in the salt air, remembers days spent playing in the waves and lazing on the sand.

Hell, if he goes through the Fold, he’ll get a job in Os Kervo and stay near the sea. He’ll miss a letter from Steve, but he can always send a letter with his new address.

That sounds like a good idea, except for one thing: going through the damn Fold.

Eddie would rather freeze his toes off in Fjerda than go through. The darkness is unnerving and unnatural, chilling him to his bones in a way that real cold never has. He has heard every story about it, about the disorientation of it, about the long, long time spent there. He has seen corpses come out of it daily, bodies deposited on the dry docks of Kribirsk, and he has seen every sketch of the volcra that has ever been published.

He shudders to think of the volcra, of their sickly pale wings, of the sickening amount of teeth in their mouths.

“Did you hear me?” Dmitri asks.

“Yes, sir,” Eddie says, rather than voicing any of that. He’s a coward to be afraid of a little darkness, and they’re better defended against the volcra than they ever have been. Eddie has seen fewer bodies this month than he has in the past two years, so that must mean something good, right?

Eddie is a coward. He has known this since he was very young, but he won’t let anyone else find that out.

“Good,” Dmitri says. “Grab your things, then get on. We leave in ten minutes.”

He walks away before Eddie can ask anything about how many provisions he needs, if he should bring a weapon, before Eddie can ask anything at all.

Prick.

Eddie grabs his bag, the one he’s patched with various scraps of clothing, the one that has little bits of gold thread sewn into all of the patches. Every time he sees it, he smiles because that gold thread was Steve’s.

If you’re going to go, he had said, plucking some of the embroidery out of the cuff of his sleeve, then take me with you.

Eddie had wanted Steve to come with him, and Steve had wanted Eddie to stay, but they had moved past the screaming matches about that to not talking about it. Instead, they write letters. One a week, more if they have time. Eddie tells Steve about city life, the good and the bad because he is nothing if not honest, and Steve writes back about the happenings in the Little Palace.

From his letters, it seems like not much has changed since he left, except for the fact that Steve seems to talk to more people now. That’s good. They were both two lonely boys when Eddie left, and now they at least have friends outside of each other. Eddie has a group of guys he goes drinking with after the day’s work ends, a group that will happily accompany him on whatever he chooses to play that night.

Steve writes about other Grisha he’s friends with: an Alkemi named Robin, a Durast named Jonathan, and a Heartrender named Nancy. They seem to be wonderful in all of Steve’s letters, even Nancy, who he was seeing for a while. They’ve since broken up and seem to be good friends.

Eddie was deeply jealous of her, but he really had no reason to be. He’s been in love with Steve since he was sixteen years old, but it means nothing because he hasn’t told him. He doesn’t want to tell him in a letter, not when it’s unclear if Steve has someone else, not when Eddie still can’t make himself return to the Little Palace, not when Steve still can’t leave, for whatever reason.

It’s a paradox in the worst kind of way. Eddie Munson, long-distance lover with nothing to show for it.

He shakes himself out of those thoughts and climbs up onto the skiff. They’re strange structures, halfway between boat and sled. When he climbs on, he moves to right his feet, but he doesn’t need to. The sand might shift, but it is much steadier than the sea.

It’s so strange, and they haven’t even started moving.

He walks over to the stairs in the deck, but he’s pulled back by the strap of his bag.

“Nope,” a woman with dark hair says. She’s dressed in a blue kefta with red embroidery, so she must be an Inferni. “Can you fire a gun?”

“Yes,” Eddie says. He’s known how to do that since he was eight years old, thank you dad.

“Then you’re staying above deck.” The Inferni turns to walk to the bow of the skiff.

“Do guns fend off volcra?” Eddie finds himself asking.

She says, over her shoulder, “They don’t hurt. Grab one from the rack on deck if you don’t have one already.”

Eddie sighs and grabs a pistol. It seems woefully small and ineffective in his hand, but he loads it with ammunition and releases the safety.

He stares ahead at the Fold and tries to breathe.

“We’re off!” Dmitri calls.

Eddie turns back to see the ropes be untied from the docks, to see a blond man in a blue kefta, evidently a Squaller from how the sails billow when he moves his arms, push the skiff into the dark.

The Fold swallows them, blocking out Kribirsk - good riddance - much faster than Eddie expected.

And the Fold is much louder than Eddie expected.

He assumed that complete and utter darkness came with complete and utter silence, but it doesn’t. The Fold feels alive in a very awful way. Volcra shriek close by, shrill enough that Eddie nearly covers his ears, and the skiff hisses on the sand, a quiet rush that matches the louder one in Eddie’s ears.

People mill about on the deck, holding swords, guns, and, in the Inferni’s case, fire. The Squaller continues to man the sails, and they make their way through the Fold in eerie silence.

The fire in the Inferni’s hands glows orange. When she extends them, it billows out into beautiful shapes, fractals on fractals resembling snowflakes, until she curls her fingers, forces the fire to coalesce into a scene, that of a fox chasing a rabbit. It makes the people near her on deck laugh softly.

Eddie doesn’t miss much about the Little Palace, but he does miss seeing the extraordinary on an ordinary basis. He has long grown past wanting to be Grisha, though, so he watches with the rest of them and privately, and a little pettily, thinks that he has seen better from Wayne.

The fire makes him nervous before he remembers that the volcra are blind. The fire will do no harm. The laughter, however, sets him on edge.

The skiff continues to rush over the sand, and the laughter subsides, and the fire resumes a normal shape, and Eddie relaxes, just the tiniest bit.

And that, of course, is when it all goes wrong.

Even with the light of the fire, Eddie can’t see the volcra as it swoops down. He does, however, hear the ear-piercing shriek it lets out, followed by the scream of a man plucked off the deck like a piece of candy out of the bowl.

“Fucking idiot,” the woman next to Eddie swears, immediately raising her rifle. She uses the light from the Inferni to fire at the volcra. Her aim is true, and the volcra and man fall as one to the sand.

Eddie privately thinks that the gunshot might have been dumber than the scream because the scream was involuntary, but it doesn’t matter what he thinks, not when the whole deck erupts into chaos.

The Inferni’s flame grows bigger, lighting the whole deck. Eddie sees the way they all cluster around the Squaller, the way the Squaller doubles down his efforts on getting them through this cursed place, and the volcra swooping down. Gunshots ring out, as well as the shrieks of volcra and the screams of people taken or sliced open.

It’s madness, so Eddie does what he does best: he runs.

He runs to the bow of the skiff, where there are fewer volcra. The Inferni burns them with her fire, over and over again, but more swoop down near the Squaller. Eddie watches as she swears and runs toward the stern of the ship, largely leaving him alone.

And in the dark.

He shoots what he can manage to see and runs out of ammunition very quickly. He fumbles to reload his pistol, swearing as he drops bullets, and tries to tune out the sounds of people calling for more guns and ammunition, calling to the Saints, calling for their mothers.

As soon as Eddie reloads, there’s a volcra in front of his face.

He can smell its rotten breath, so he raises his pistol and fires where he thinks its mouth is.

The noise is deafening. Its corpse falls onto his legs, and Eddie scrambles away from it before the blood soaks into his pants.

Then, there’s another. And another. And another, and another, and another-

Eddie fires at every inhuman shriek he hears and runs out of bullets, for good this time, very quickly.

He makes his way over to the stern of the ship, surrounding the Squaller like everyone else, and hopes that the protection of other bodies is enough.

Something screeches in his ear, and something slimy and sharp grazes Eddie’s shoulder, drawing blood.

As soon as he realizes it’s a volcra, he throws up his hands and screams.

The world behind his eyelids grows very bright, his hands feel very warm, and then-

Everything.

Goes.

Silent.

Eddie can feel himself shaking, can feel the sweat all over his body and the buzz in his ears from the shots and the screaming, but he refuses to open his eyes.

Someone hauls him up by the arm.

“Look,” a woman’s voice hisses in his ear. The Inferni.

Eddie opens his eyes, and he sees the sky.

Did they make it to Novokribirsk already?

But then he lowers his gaze and sees that, on all sides of a perfect circle, the world is pitch black.

He looks down to see that same perfect circle on the ground, surrounding the skiff. The sand is awfully gray.

He looks back up to see everyone on deck staring at him. The Inferni’s grip on his arm is bruising.

“What are you?” the Inferni demands, shaking his arm.

“I’m not Grisha,” Eddie says because that is a fact he has known since he was nine and was sent to live in a place he did not belong.

“We’ll see about that,” she says. Then, she looks at the Squaller, and says, “Turn us around.”

So much for getting a job in Os Kervo, Eddie thinks.

The other people on deck brace themselves for the darkness. Eddie hopes he’s taken by the volcra.

Because he knows exactly where he’s going. Back to the Little Palace. Back to that feeling of suffocation he’s only just gotten rid of. Back to not belonging, to being something other, something less than.

But, the annoyingly optimistic voice in his head says, that means back to Steve.

And while that should definitely be a good thing, the thought makes Eddie want to check his hair and his clothes, two things he wouldn’t care about otherwise, in the pitch black.

Oh, Saints. He gets to see Steve again. He’s going to have to tell Steve he loves him because that’s what he promised himself he would do if he ever went back to the Little Palace.

He only ever thought he’d go back for Wayne’s funeral.

But now, he has to wrestle with the fact that he very well could be something neither otkazats’ya or Grisha, something entirely new, as well as brace himself for the likely possibility that Steve does not love him back.

After all, it’s been two years. It’s been two long years of letters, and Steve could have anyone in the world, since he’s the most beautiful person in it.

Why on this earth would he even consider picking Eddie?

#ria writes #grishaverse au #steddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #just finished drafting this now #and had the Urge to post #st #st ficlet #sun summoner eddie

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grishaverseauweek day 1 ! (modern day)

so for day 1 i decided to draw (or attempt to) a cute ninej selfie <3

i’ve had very little practice with procreat/my ipad so this isnt amazing but ! i’m posting it anyways ! a few details: yes inej has a crow on her pop socket, yes there are two crows in the sky and yes the picture in inej’s recent is ninej making a heart with their hands.

and also yes they have matching purple phone cases now i know ninas colour is red so logically one case should be red but i messed up and im tired so let’s pretend that was on purpose.

!! im fine w people using my art for pfps/edits/reposts etc as long as u credit me properly (bio for pfps, captions/tag me for edits/reposts) AND make sure my watermark is visible !!

#shadow and bone #s&b show #s&b #six of crows #s&b cast #soc #inej ghafa #amita suman #nina zenik #danielle galligan #grishaverse #the crows #modern six of crows #grishaverse au #grishaverse fanart #fanart #grishaverse au week