#gv fanfic

[the-lonewriter]

The night like skylights

@sophierequests, this is for you <3

Later, Sergei thinks of it in fractures, like shattered glass. As if in a muddled flashback, he’d held Vasily in his arms, skin to skin in a warm embrace, a closeness unlike anything else in this world. It fades into the scene of his funeral, standing rigid as a statue while holding back the tears pouring into his eyes, cascading down his cheeks like a flash flood – sweeping away everything in its destructive path.

Later, Sergei thinks of it in fractures, like shattered glass. As if in a muddled flashback, he’d held Vasily in his arms, skin to skin in a warm embrace, a closeness unlike anything else in this world. It fades into the scene of his funeral, standing rigid as a statue while holding back the tears pouring into his eyes, cascading down his cheeks like a flash flood – sweeping away everything in its destructive path.

Goodbye my love. I will see you soon. On the other side. In the next life. Wherever you want us to meet.

This is how this story ends. In misery, heartbreak and grief. 

Are you sure you want to hear about it? 

In spite of the violent conclusion, it was a lifetime of love. Desire. Wanting and needing and getting. Planning a life together, far away from it all. Floating away from the crushing pressure that rested on their shoulders.

Tears of joy. Smiles. Vasily’s love was like sugar, candid and beautifully addictive.

So buckle up for the ride that's life. For the country that’s Ravka. Unforgiving and taking and never giving anything back. An adventure. A lesson in loving and being loved and never giving up despite every odds.

When all was said and done, Sergei had always keyed in to the things that mattered.

Vasily Alexandrovich Lantsov.

His best mistake. 

-

Caryeva was not yet stifling with heat at this time of the year but Sergei could feel the warm air dragging on his tee shirt as he got out of his car. He shouldn't have come here. After Vasily's death things had blurred together. The estate was his now.

He'd rather have his fiancé in his arms than this fucking pompous mansion, he thought, over and over. It made no sense to dwell on loss, and yet Sergei found himself mulling over it at every opportunity. If he had known four years ago that falling for the elder Lantsov prince would lead up to this tragedy, would he have done it anyway? Would he have indulged in all the sweet kisses? In the touches and secret meetings? Would he have said yes when Vasily had asked for his hand in matrimony?

He took a tentative step forward; the gravel cracking underneath the soles of his sneakers. He'd been here once – before he'd known of his dead lover's grand plan to make this house their own. A horse farm. Far away from the dramas of Os Alta. The calm after the storm. 

His legs carried him to the stables on their own. Muscle memory. It was flesh and blood now after half a decade of loving a horseman. There were nickers greeting him, twenty-four curious ears of Vasily's finest race horses turning their heads towards him with their muzzles stretched out from their stalls.

He only had eyes for one.

"Dag?"

He whispered. The stallion lifted his fine head immediately. For a moment, they just stared at each other, blues lost in brown, so much pain lingering in both their souls. Vasily had told him he had saved Dagrenner from abuse when he'd just been a colt. The horse had always been fierce but he'd discovered his love for racing, his gentle nature. 

His hand worked mechanically as he pulled the bolt back to unlock the stall, treading on a mix of soft straw, hay and sawdust.

Only the best for my babies, Vasily's voice echoed in his ears.

Dagrenner scrutinized him as he stretched out his palm, canting his head before ever so carefully sniffing his hand with his velvety nostrils. The tears in his eyes stung the longer he thought about what that gesture meant. He was looking for traces of Vasily’s scent on him. His cologne – still on the bathroom sink at the Grand Palace. Neither he nor Nikolai had had the heart to clean out his room yet.

"I brought you something, Dag."

The horse licked at his fingers as if he understood and Sergei had to suppress a sob. Everything here reminded him of Vasily. He shouldn't have come here.

The urge to come to a closure had been stronger.

If he ever could.

-

"Why do you love me?"

Sergei stares at him as if he’s just questioned him about a particularly difficult aspect of rocket science and alternative fuels. He swallows, his throat parched, dry as a rose well past its prime.

“Because.”

Vasily's laughter, thick and sweet as honey. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend he just ascended to heaven.

“Because?”

His fingers card through the prince's blonde locks, soft and still slightly wet from the shower. The king size bed in his room in the Grand Palace is big enough for both of them and yet Sergei hovers over his boyfriend, straddling him.

“Because you are you. And I wouldn’t want anything else but that.”

Vasily seems to ponder it for a moment but his thoughts are quickly discarded as his guard begins tracing kisses down his neck and he just…

Starts falling into unimaginable bliss.

You are my prince. My king. My forever.

-

Maybe if he could go back to the night he first met Vasily, he wouldn’t have gotten into his Mercedes. Maybe if he hadn’t driven like an idiot, if he had actually paid attention to the road, Marie would still be here. Maybe the tides would have turned and Vasily would be here, too. 

Maybe if he could return to all those moments, maybe then he could tell himself what the hell he was supposed to do now.

He had lost the love of his life twice in the span of six years. For the past five he’d actually thought he’d found peace with the crown prince. The offer for the guard post had been too lucrative to turn down and he’d needed the money after his parents had kicked him out. They still blamed him for Marie’s death. The poor girl. Wherever she was now. Maybe even talking to Vasily about how stupid he was. Sharing stories. Sharing memories. Fleeting kisses. Gentle touches. 

Dagrenner hadn't stirred once since Sergei had wrapped his arms around his muscular neck a while ago, breathing in the distinctive smell of Vasily's shampoo - someone must have washed his fur with it. Had he left a bottle here before he died?

Another breath. So slow. Dragging. How unfair it all was, to be still here after everything. Alone once more. All he had left of his love was his horse. His beloved, kindled horse. 

Vasily must have known something horrible was about to happen to him, otherwise he wouldn't be standing here after reading his goodbye letter with a bank account fuller than it had ever been and an entire stable and house at his disposal. They’d never talked about the possibility of his death until he’d been in the ICU, deathly sick, barely clinging to life fighting the deadly sepsis cursing through his veins after having his lungs torn to pieces by an assassin’s bullet.

They’d talked about it then, or as much as Vasily had been able to and Sergei had cried. Day and night. Those weeks had been the worst of his life and the only thing that kept him going had been the small flicker of a chance his lover had had. All lost. Lost to a traffic jam and a missed dose of a drug.

A future sacrificed to an internal bleeding. 27. He’d been 27. Now he’d be 28. 

An odd thought.

-

Sergei takes the keys. A black horse dangles from the chain. He doesn't look back once. This journey is over. He can’t stay here, not when everything reminds him of Vasily and he had kissed his forehead during his funeral on live television. His fiancé. Once and for all. Nikolai has offered him a commission somewhere outside the city, a quiet desk job. He declined.

This is over. It all ends here. With Vasily’s life.

-

He’d promised to take care of Dagrenner after Vasily had asked him to during a delirious episode in the hospital, with his fever so high they’d thought he’d break a record. They’d both been crying and Sergei would have agreed to anything in that very moment because Vasily has never been more vulnerable around him. It had seemed like he had dropped the mask of the arrogant crown prince for all and everything that remained was a scared boy, afraid to die at that very moment.

“Vasya would have wanted you to have it.”

Sergei fastened the emerald ring to his halter. It glinted in the lowlights of the sun. Somewhere he could hear the faint whinny of another horse.

He was home. He was lost. 

-

Ketterdam is something else, Sergei thinks as he glances down at the glittering nightlights of the city in sheer wonder. A trip to Kerch has been his dream since he’s been but a little boy and nothing else had his boyfriend gifted him. Luxury and bottle after bottle of wine later, so much he would have never been able to afford, they shared the privacy of standing on top of one of the highest buildings hand in hand; bathing in the  magic of the moment.

This is life. Just the two of them. Free from destiny. 

"Do you want to marry me?"

Sergei gasps, taking a step back in shock as Vasily kneels in front of him, a tiny box in hands with a ring inside. An Emerald. The gemstone of the royal family. Tears break his vision. 

"Yes. Yes, I want to marry you, Vasya."

-

Dagrenner had never been calmer under the saddle, walking through the blooming fields of poppy surrounding them. The vast landscape of Novyi Zem was a sight to behold but Sergei couldn't find it in him to focus on it. His thoughts were a mess of scrambled ideas, heartache, longing. Loving was a burden and a blessing all the same, he’d learned. 

After all those years, he still found himself astray in the Ravka. He had left the country months ago, finally making good on the promise to travel the world and he somehow ended up at the other end of it. It was an escape. Fleeing from whatever there was to run from. It was lonely but not. Free but not.  Nothing was ever enough to conquer the unyielding emptiness inside of him.

The sun was rising slowly, ascending from the carved curves of hills in the distance. A surreal view and yet he couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by the blur of purple and orange. A mess of colors, a vision of the future. Bright but hazy. Dark as the night sky with streaks of sunlight breaking through.

"In the next life, we'll do it all together."

He stroked the stallion’s silky black mane, longer now than Vasily would have ever let it grow but times changed. Seasons passed. He’s been dead for almost half a year now. His voice grew all soft, placid, quiet, recalling the funeral. His last kiss. His promise. In the next life. Not now. Ever?

Sergei’s gaze traced over the blossoms. Cherry red. Blood like. A sea of scarlet so far he was sure it could almost fit the valley of his tears he’d shed since it happened. 

Hope is dangerous.

He’d hoped and begged and prayed and now that it was all over, what had it been for?

They’d done everything the doctors said, had tried every drug and miracle treatment and it hadn’t even mattered in the end. But it was okay. It got to be okay. He knew. He knew because- 

Someday he would be with him. Forever. Nothing could part them again. 

"You, me and Vasily."

Many thanks to @camilleisback and @udovaintomyheart for beta reading this angst fest <3

[killalluchihas]

Laugh, love, live in killalluchihas drabbles mania

I’m literally frothing at the mouth

December 2005, Aomori Prefecture

It’s beginning to snow as they arrive at the lodge. Storm clouds blot out the sun, so it feels late even though it’s only midday. Yoshi shuffles out of their rental car, and zips up her jacket when a cold breeze hits her face.

This mission already sucks.

Not only is she cold and bundled up like a mummy, but the assistant helping them is a cranky old man.

“Why do you get the room with the big bed?” Satoru complains to the older man.

Their rooms are connected through a doorway, but one room has a huge king-sized bed, while the other has two twin-sized mattresses.

The assistant sneers. “’Cause I’m not sharing with either of you brats. Meet me in the lobby at six for dinner.”

Then he slams the door in Satoru’s face.

Yoshi drops onto one of the beds, already resigned to her fate. She’s been on missions with just Satoru before, but never this far from Tokyo. And obviously she hasn’t had to share a room with him. All it means, really, is that there will be no real privacy until the mission is completed.

[grilledsquids]

Hi I just wanted to say I read you good vibes/ bad juju fic and it's just, soo GOOD? I'm an absolute sucker for a really slow burn, really if it takes thirty chapters for it to even being considered lukewarm feelings I'm all in.

And the female OC and the way her powers work is just so amazing. I always love to write and read about powers that come at a cost, but WOW rarely is it executed so well. The build-up, how Gojo patiently tries again and again so that she'll hopefully remember his name one day??

I'm fully submitting myself to the agony of long pauses between updates and and will start reading your other works now even if I know some of them will remain unfinished, your writing is just THAT good (but if there's anything that helps getting back in a writing mood just say the word and consider it done)

In general just a big thank you for putting your writing out there, it really brings so much joy!

Oh gosh, thank you 🥺 It always stuns me that people like what I write. Also, the slow burn… see, I’m beginning to think I’m just crap at writing romance, that’s why it’s taking so long 💀 jk jk the slow burn is a lot of fun to build up!!

I’ve yet to figure out what gets me to write more, it’s been quite the dry spell and I want to update my stories but the words are just out of reach lately 🥲 There’s been a lot of changes in my personal life that have contributed to me not having the time or inspiration to write, but I can promise that my love for storytelling is alive and well, and that I like my OCs too much to leave their stories unfinished forever.

Again, thank you so much for this message. I only took so long to answer it because I liked looking at it in my inbox so much, it really makes me smile :)

[mayo-in-the-morning]

Not a question just wanted to let you know how happy I am these podcasts exists. I am quite new to the fandom and fan fic and very late to most of the discussions but so in love with I&M and their love and fan fic is helping as I can’t really let them go.

Hearing you on these podcasts makes this experience just so real - amazing GV writers do exist and are lovely people 😊. I loved to hear from your guests as well – am a massive fan of both Squiddy and Pink_ink – thank you so much for having them. You are all so nice and interesting to listen to.

Love the fic recs at the end as well – please keep them coming.

Thank you again and looking forward to the next one. Xx N

Hi N!

Thank you thank you thank you! Sometimes putting together the podcast can be time consuming outside of our every day lives, so the fact that so many people are enjoying it and loving on it means a lot to us. What we've found is no surprise - that so many fanfic writer's have very rich and interesting lives and we only get a small snippet of them, but we are grateful there are folks willing to put themselves out there for us to talk to and listen to.

We JUST finished recording episode 6 so look out for that!

[mangabirdao3]

GV waits for Nines to wake up.

Story links on the linktree:

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[seleeenaaa]

Been thinking about LnL2

I was reading a fanfic about Elizabeth, Lucky, Jason, and Jake after the Metro Court Crisis in 2007, and Lucky in this fanfic said something that got me really thinking about LnL2. I believe Elizabeth’s first love (high school sweetheart) is Lucky, and Lucky’s first love (high school sweetheart) is Elizabeth. And you know the saying about first love is hard to break, but General Hospital should have kept it as first love/ high school sweetheart who stayed as best friends after their end in 2001. Hear me out before the fans come at me about this pairing. 

Their first go-around, which I loved watching, was 1998-1999. I call this era the Sweetheart era when they learned about love and relationships. The two wild children find love after a horror-filled Valentine's Day. It was cute and sweet for two 15-18-year-olds in love, but it was cut short when Lucky was kidnapped, and Elizabeth grieved who she thought was dead. Maybe if Lucky stayed, we would have a better chance, but not all high school sweethearts stay together. 

Their second go-around was around 2000-2002. I call this era the Toxic era when they believed they had to be the be-all and end-all. The ADULTS in this era should have realized that 18-year-old Elizabeth should have saved her 18-year-old boyfriend but that another fight for later. I believe Elizabeth was abandoned by her parents and siblings, so she didn’t want to do that with Lucky. Elizabeth and Lucky had grown apart and wanted other people and things. Still, because people around them make them feel and because of Elizabeth’s abandoned issues, we had the most toxic era of this supercouple. At this point, Elizabeth isn’t in love with Lucky, and Lucky is undoubtedly not in love with her. Lucky began to be emotionally and verbally abusive to Elizabeth, and we can add this was because of the brainwashing and the forcing of them together.

Their third go around was my second go around because I saw it for what I thought it was in 2005-2007. This was the Comfortable era, in which they tried hard to break up multiple times, but no one would let them. Lucky wanted his chance with Emily, but Emily wanted Nikolas. Elizabeth just wanted a father for her son Cameron and not to be alone. So, Lucky and Elizabeth started to go on friendly dates, which ended up with them trying again. But here is the thing for me: Lucky was too involved with the Nikolas-Emily thing, and Elizabeth agreed to help Jax and Courtney with a child. Then, when Lucky was hurt, he chose another woman instead of leading his wife, and Elizabeth was dealing with Manny; she led another man. Both slept with another person. However, no one in 2006 wanted them to break up because people thought they were meant to be. However, I think Elizabeth and Lucky were so comfortable with each other, and it was easy on days when their world wasn’t blowing up. But when their world is going to shit, they turn to others because they don’t see each other as equals. Some people are like this with their best friends, which I think they are now. They were best friends who married each other because it was easy and the ones they wanted weren’t available. It almost ended their friendship because of all the lying they did. 

The last go-around, 2009-2010, was the End of an era in which Elizabeth FF never wanted Lucky near their favourite again. I have to say, if you ever want to end a super couple and never have them together again, just look at this era of LnL2 because it was toxic and downright nasty. The End of an Era of LnL2 came in because they had the first Lucky back, and they ruined everything that Elizabeth and GV’s Lucky rebuilt after the Comfortable era. Lucky wanted Sam and Rebecca, but suddenly, he wanted Elizabeth, and they got engaged. While Elizabeth was dealing with her break up with Jason, she suddenly wanted Lucky and to have Lucky’s baby. Yeah, that was writers who wanted to test if JJ and RH still have it, and they did, but it didn’t fit with where Lucky and Elizabeth were at the time. Having Lucky throw her rape in her face and Elizabeth having a mental breakdown finding out that she is having Aiden was the ending point because Lucky would have never done that to Elizabeth. To his own mother, yes, because we have seen it. Making Elizabeth’s mental breakdown about Lucky finding out about Nikolas and her was a choice because it could have been everything that happened to her over the five years. But hey, at least LnL2 had their supercouple baby in Aiden. 

They had to trash both characters to try and keep them in their super-couple pairing because both characters had outgrown their relationship the moment Lucky came back from the fire. Yes, 2005 was great for them, but I personally saw it as them being best friends who decided to raise a baby together. This has created a better relationship for them as friends and given them a lot of storylines. They should have ended this couple when Elizabeth gave in to her feelings for Jason, and Lucky felt something for Maxie, who had a crush on him. Elizabeth and Lucky were each other's first love and high school sweethearts, and they should have turned into best friends and godparents to each other's children, not the two extra eras where they hurt and basically killed any good memories fans had for the pairing. 

[theazureangel]

Fic:Azure Feathers (War of Muses au)

Hace tiempo publiqué ya mi fanfic sobre mi War of Muses Au.

La caída de Edén a dado paso a una vida pacífica, pero todo cambia cuándo el canto de una nueva musa resuena en el aire, rompiendo la paz y dando inició a la lucha más grande que el azure striker y el adept slayer hayan enfrentado.

Espero que sea de su agrado, ah, por cierto, es de shipp GV/Copen, si no les gusta el Yaoi o el boy love, no lo lean.

[zemenipearls]

The Ferryman and the Queen

At the edge of the world, through the eye of a needle that takes up all of space and time, there is a liminal space where a dock exists. The sky is purple-blue and filled with all the stars that there ever was, are, or will be. The dock is made of all the materials that do not exist. And on that dock stands the Ferryman - Adrik. 

This year's @grishaversebigbang mini bang 2022 fic, featuring God x Goddess Adreoni, based VERY loosely on Egyptian mythology! Incredible art by incredible artists: @discountscoobyart (x) and @jusdorangeart (x)

AO3 Link

[busanpng]

⠀📂 a culpa é do meu pai · @golden-vantae

[killalluchihas]

Hi I'm here to post the unedited scraps of gv/bj that may or may not be canon to my fanfic. If you're still waiting for new chapters to be posted maybe you'll appreciate this glimpse?

February 2006

Queens, New York

[11 AM EST]

Light presses against his eyelids, abrupt and unwelcome. An unpleasantly cheerful bell echoes around him as a flight attendant announces their arrival, like it wasn’t obvious when the plane landed on the tarmac.

Fushiguro Toji rolls his neck, stiff from sitting for so long. This is the longest flight he’s ever had to take, and fuck if he isn’t glad his employer splurged on a first-class ticket. Something about protecting investments this time around.

Still, he’s groggy and bitter as he drags himself out of the airport and into the busy streets of New York. Jet-lag’s a bitch.

Trying to stay awake, he chugs two cups of black coffee and showers in the crappy bathroom of his crappy apartment. His employer didn’t splurge on it, claiming he’ll need a low profile and plenty of time to complete this assignment.

New York’s sorcerers are a cautious, vigilant bunch—they’re notoriously reclusive and keep tabs on sorcerers moving in and out of the city. Funny, it’s almost like they have something to hide.

Toji stretches again as he pulls on a clean t-shirt. Then he mutters some curses at the unchanging thermostat and pulls on a sweater, because winter in New York is cold as fuck. Just because he's thick-skinned enough to not die from the cold doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. He switches on the television, barely listening as some newscaster drones on about traffic reports. He’s not fluent in English, in fact he’s pretty terrible at speaking it, so the television’s just white noise to him as he sorts through his belongings.

There’s a fair amount of searching to do, and it’s past midday already so Toji reluctantly forgoes a nap. He doesn’t actually know who his target is, only their date of birth and the hospital they were born in. His employer narrowed it down further to just the families still living in Queens, but Toji has to go through twenty-odd children with the potential to be this special chosen one or whatever.

He picks through the files very briefly. There’s no indication that any kid is more promising than the next, so he looks at a map of the area and chooses the candidate that lives closest to where he is. He slings his bag over one shoulder, and heads out to begin the search.

The door swings shut behind him.

In the empty room, the television keeps playing, volume low. The news moves onto the weather forecast. The weatherman gestures in broad strokes, pointing to a swirling storm mass heading towards the east coast.

—/—/—

Today is Saturday, kids don’t have school, and it’s too fucking cold to do anything but stay home, so Toji expects to find the girl in her house. The Americans don’t guard the kid, after all. Why would they? Even if they’ve identified the source of cursed energy, they don’t know why the kid is important. Hell, even Toji doesn’t totally get it. Something about vessels and barriers. He's just been paid a lot of money to bring back the target in one piece, which is a strange request to make of a mercenary, but he really couldn't say no to that many zeroes.

The only wild card in this situation is the fortuneteller. There’s a line of seers that’s worked with the New York council in the past, and they’re responsible for tracking sorcery anomalies through the five boroughs.

Fortunately, there’s only one true seer left in that family now. A weak one at that. And Toji isn’t a sorcerer.

The girl’s apartment is at the end of this block. The weather’s kept most people off the streets, but not all of them. There’s two dog walkers, plus a man walking in and out of a building to put old furniture to the curb. No one to look at him twice as he nears the apartment complex.

The lobby door has a lock on it, and there’s a series of doorbells and apartment addresses listed on the wall. Apartment 204-C is listed, though the part where the surname should be written, it actually says Segura instead of Ariyoshi. But Toji is sure this is the right building. And, after taking a proper look at the seemingly-locked door… he pulls at the handle, and it swings outward without protest.

His boots land on the linoleum floor, ignoring the litter of crumpled papers and discarded junk mail. There’s a bunch of mailboxes on the left side of the cramped hallway, while the right side holds a cork board full of posters and notices.

Just as Toji has the idle, almost-pleasant thought that This is kinda easy, several things happen all at once:

His eyes are drawn to the cork board. A little blue origami dragon is pinned to it, and something is off about it.

He steps over a scrap of inked rice paper taped to the floor.

A boundary is broken, and the sharp tang of cursed energy stings his tongue.

Toji mutters a quiet "Fuck," under his breath.

And a winged creature bursts out of the wall, coiling and writhing in the too-narrow hall before it opens its enormous maw and lunges at him.

[argiopi]

only pity

The thought of the greenpath vessel haunted me for my entire first playthrough. I thought I would get answers on them - well, I did, if only in the form of coming to understand Hornet’s motives. My theories ranged from Hornet killed them to they were already dead to wait that’s their own weapon to they were infected (bc broken mask like broken vessel) to was Hornet involved in the decision to kill themselves? It would connect the dots between Hornet fought them and their own nail killed them. An act of mercy, I suppose..?

When they failed her test, did she sit them down and gently explain their inevitable doom? To give them the choice is the ultimate acknowledgment of them as a being with a will. The very thing that allows them to choose is what makes them unfit for their purpose*. Maybe it’s a comfort, in that regard - if they can make this decision, and they couldn’t defeat me either, there is no chance they would have been able to succeed.

That “I’d feel no sadness” line always felt like a front to me. Why tell them that if you don’t care? Why say it if you aren’t trying to convince yourself? On that note, I’d like to speculate about why Hornet would have been in that arena in the first place. The game-design reasons for encountering her right there with the vessel are obvious - immediate threat-horror, the clarification that she was involved. But as a character, why was she there? She hadn’t just fought them before the encounter, because you see her outside the arena shortly prior. I don’t think she was luring Ghost: because that “stalking me” line implies she was just going about her activities, and Ghost made the active choice to follow. Was she visiting her sibling’s grave?

*I’m still so curious about how Hornet seems to acknowledge Ghost’s mind (if you had the will, knowing, knowing, knowing), yet accept them as a vessel. I wonder if she knows a truly pure vessel isn’t really feasible, and that’s why she focuses so much on strength? Not just strength of body, but strength of mind. Maybe that’s a topic for its own post.

[sttarworld]

𐄹 Afinal, a maçã não caiu na cabeça de Jungkook

⟳ @golden-vantae 🌱

[blueoctobass]

Peace - Nim and Purple (totally platonic of course)

Send me a "Peace" and I'll write a drabble about them spending a quiet moment together

Hell yes! One of my favorite pair! You got good taste anon. Tho, you made me very tempted to make them go "No hetero - Of course, no hetero"

There was something immensely satisfying about working with Nim. While their conversations were always fun and interesting, it was great to simply work alongside one another in silence.

There was a lot of very delicate and meticulous work to do as they excavated the remains of an habitation, and talking would break that focus. Purple had had to guide her through each steps in the beginning, but she got the hang of it very quickly. Nowadays, they barely exchanged a word, focused on their own challenge.

It was a slow and painstaking task, but it was all the more worth it! Just thinking about everything they had learned and would learn about this city was enough to alleviate the pain Purple felt in his joints. They were uncovering history! In that regard, Nim was an invaluable asset. Most knowledge of Stratoverse’s culture and history was kept out of outsiders’ grasp, but Nim studied it all her life. She had some much needed insight about early gloomverse settlers, even if she was hasty in forming conclusions.

He smiled to himself, remembering the heated debate they had over her note-taking. She had wrote down that the tower was "built to point to summer solstice". Had he read that, Wallis would have torn her to shreds. He was a closet astronomy nerd, and some of his knowledge had passed on to Purple. Enough to know that the sun’s and stars’ positions change over the course of the years, making those claims purely coincidental at best. He managed to convince her to keep her notes more matter-of-factly though, even if she didn’t back down from that hypothesis. Oh well.

Feeling his body aches, Purple stood up and stretched. He looked over to Nim, who was diligently working in her area. Progress was slow, but steady. They were both determined to see this through, even with the lack of funding and workforce, courtesy of the president. Still, they shouldn’t overwork themselves. He called out to Nim and proposed they took a break. Have a little moment of peace before returning to work.

[cevemo]

@golden-vantae — Till the last breath

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[kirsbataar]

PIRATES & PLAYTHINGS

for @grishaversebigbang mini bang 2021 ! all the love to my amazing gang, who supported me through many an idea change ! please go support their INCREDIBLE art pieces as well.

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summary:

tamar and tolya’s rules were simple:

1. remember their training.

2. stick together.

3. survive, whatever it took.

number 3 never proved an issue, as long as they followed number 2.

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[malinasnorth]

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Fandom:

The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo

Relationships:

Harshaw & Oncat (The Grisha Trilogy), Harshaw/Zoya Nazyalensky

Characters:

Zoya Nazyalensky, Harshaw (The Grisha Trilogy), Oncat (The Grisha Trilogy)

Additional Tags:

Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Cats, Caves, Dark, Fire, Talking, Aromantic, Asexuality, Asexual Character, Identity, Sexual Identity, Hugs, Misunderstandings

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2021-05-04

Zoya quirked a brow at him. "Well, good." It was clear that she wanted to seem like she didn't care, but she kept stealing glances at Harshaw. Eventually, her curiosity got the best of her. "What then?" she enquired.

Harshaw conjured a flame from his palm, staring at the bright gleam mirrored in Oncat's eyes. "I'm not actually... interested in you."