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Instead of just being wizards, people who have the gift of magic are also able to link with and be partners with their own dragon.Â
Each wizard can link with exactly one dragon, and their souls will be bound for life. They will often dream of what their dragon may look like when theyâre children; individuals who know how magic works will not be as scared as muggleborn kids going through it.Â
While a dragon or a human can âlinkâ again if their partner dies, the new link will be nowhere as strong or as fulfilling as their original one. Essentially it is a substitute; a fake.Â
Dragons are, for obvious reasons, nowhere near as gigantic in this as they are in the Temeraire books. Theyâre still pretty impressive though. And of course can still be comfortably ridden.
Lawrence is a muggleborn wizard who gets his letter for Hogwarts once he turns eleven. Heâs the only one of his siblings to have wizard blood, and his father is pretty prejudiced against magic. He just wants Lawrence to live a normal muggle life and be a member of the church or whatever.Â
While not nearly in as abusive a situation as in what Harry was in the actual books, Lawrenceâs childhood isnât all flowers and sunshine either. He has weird dreams and inexplicable experiences that suddenly make sense. So he wants to get as far away from his father as possible.Â
He meets up with Granby, a wizard coming from an old magical family, on the train to Hogwarts, and with Hammond, whoâs muggleborn like him. He also gets a mini rivarly with Rankin going.
Lawrence is shorted into Gryffindor. Hammond in Ravenclaw, Granby in Hufflepuff. Harcourt in Gryffindor as well. All four of them are first-years.
Berkley and Jane are third-years, the former in Hufflepuff and the latter in Gryffindor as well.Â
Tharkay is an exchange student in Slytherin.Â
The rest of the captains (Warren, Little, Sutton and Chenery are second-years. Warren is a Hufflepuff, Little and Chenery are Ravenclaws and Sutton is a Gryffindor.
Rankin is also a Gryffindor, because while he is an asshole he is, even in the Temeraire series, described to be a brave one (almost died while scouting before the battle of Dover and all of that. Also if I see one more person being shoved in Slytherin just because theyâre ~evil~ I will lose it).Â
Quidditch but with dragons.Â
Thereâs a magical war going on with France, and both the wizards-dragonriders of Beauxbatons and Hogwarts are pretty much being trained for battles and stuff.Â
Riley is the muggle best friend of Lawrence.Â
Lendon is the headmaster of the school. Powys is the flight instructor. And so on and so on.Â
Temeraire is amongst the youngest dragons and because he was not found as an egg, but rather as a neglected hatchling, heâs being kept separately and is treated as an anomaly. However he links with Lawrence, surprising everyone.Â
When it becomes apparent he is a Celestial, aka a higher magical being rather than a regular dragon in this AU, everyone is shocked and confused because a human shouldnât be able to link with one of those, only high magicians and sorcerers do that (in this case, Chinese high magicians and sorcerers since the Celestials are a Chinese breed).Â
Temeraire and Lien are actually the reincarnations of two Celestial beings that died fighting each other. Down the way in France, Napoleon, a student in Beauxbatons, has linked with baby!Lien.Â
Heâs pretty much trying to resurrect other higher magical beings to turn the war to his countryâs advantage. Heâs looking for ten artefacts to do so; the Dragonstone, the Basilisk Fang, the Timeturner, the Goblet of Dragonfire, the Phoenix Wing, the Bloodbook and the three Deathly Hallows for this exact purpose, as he will need them to complete the ritual.Â
Iâm sure there is a prophecy somewhere in there as well.Â
Feel free to add your own or change/suggest stuff Iâm just very excited abt this.Â
I'm very very proud of these. It took literally ages! The idea, the desing, a mental breakdown cause it didn't work like I thought it would,...but in the end I think they look pretty cool.
feel free to use this as an reference for your own masterpieces.
And if want tips or you got questions (about anything, I don't mind) just ask :)
I love the rewrite of the carriage scene in Shadow and Bone, so much.
Fedyor: They call this a kefta. Itâs bulletproof. The uniform of the Second Army.
Alina: What about the First Army? Back in Kribirsk. A thousand soldiers marching with us. Isnât that safer?
Ivan: Slower, not safer. Not really.Â
(Good on you Ivan, answering questions! And then he pointedly looks out the window. Fedyor actually gives Ivan his full attention during his brief, though accurate, assessment.)
Alina:Â If you left me with the cartography unit, no one would look twice at us.
 (The camera zooms on Ivanâs face, still facing the window.)
(Fedyor takes a long look at Ivan as if waiting to see if heâs going to address this statement and when he chooses to be less than social, Fedyor takes the conversation on himself.)
Fedyor: Why is that? You summon pure sunlight. Your kind of Etherealki has just been a theory, a picture in a storybook. Until now. Youâre a very special girl, so how has no one looked twice at you before?Â
(Marvel at these dad skills! How many Grisha can Ivan and Fedyor adopt?!)Â
Alina: Are you joking?Â
(Fedyor actually shakes his head here to show that he is not. Heâs a very active listener.)Â
Maybe itâs nicer inside the Little Palace, but out here, when youâre different, when you look different, everythingâs at risk of becoming a fight.
Ivan: Do you know why the Little Palace has walls in the first place? Hmm? Because for years, being Grisha was a death sentence. At least now, thanks to General Kirigan, weâre protected. Feared. And thatâs how we survive. Not by being overlooked, but by making them look, and knowing youâre powerful.Â
(This speech. I love that Ivan could not hold himself back. I love that he chooses to share what itâs like to be Grisha with Alina, showing her that they actually having overlapping experiences with peopleâs bigotry, with their unwarranted violence. It feels like the speech of someone at the end of a long journey of reclaiming his own power. And it is a perfectly valid tactic for Grisha survival!)
Alina: Iâve survived long enough without your protection. Thank you.
Fedyor: But you wouldnât last a minute now that you are you.
(And of course Fedyor backs his man up. *sighs* These two.)
oh and this one because i love pain: having to watch your lover die, as youâre restrained by the antagonist, unable to fight your way out of their grip, yet your eyes are glued on your loverâs
(@sparklingrainbowdragon you asked for this too so, tagging you here!)
I am very sorry in advance for this. Read below the cut!
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"Sir. We have captured some of the deserters."
Ivan turned around to look at Galina, his second-in-command, as she walked into the strategy room. She looked rumpled, as if it's taken a lot out of her to capture the rogue Grisha. Possibly, Ivan thought with satisfaction, that meant her squad had caught a lot of them.
"How many?" He asked, and raised an eyebrow when he saw her shift her weight from one foot to the other. "Well?"
"Just... Just two of them, sir." Her heartbeat spiked up dangerously, and Ivan wondered if she was afraid he would reprimand her for not bringing in more captives.
"Well then." He said strictly, but not as cold as he would have usually been. "That's still something worth reporting to the General."
"Sir..." Galina swallowed. "Sir, one of then is- we- we have captured Fedyor Kaminsky."
Ivan stood very, very still. For a moment, he thought it was Galina's heart pounding against her chest like a caged bird trying to be freed; then he slowly realised, the sound of blood rushing in his ears, was his own.
He stalked past Galina and was out of the tent before he could check himself. Another of his Grisha threw a pitying glance at him, but Ivan hardly registered it. It didn't matter. None of it mattered.
Fedyor had been thrown into one of the Fabrikator-enforced cages, with a set of sturdy, iron cuffs clamped around his wrists. He sat slumped next to the second captive Grisha (an unconscious young girl who Ivan didn't recognise), but when he picked up Ivan's heartbeat his head shot up like a deer caught in the firelight. Those warm, brown eyes widened impossibly, and to Ivan's shock, he smiled.
"Vanya!" He said, his voice as soft and warm and loving as it had always been. Ivan nearly threw himself on the metal bars, his hand reaching through the gaps as if to reach Fedyor.
There was no need for words; their hearts did the talking. Besides, there wasn't anything they could have said. Not in this situation.
Fedyor didn't move, but he leaned closer to the bars. Belatedly, Ivan realised his right leg was bent in a strange angle underneath him. He cursed under his breath.
"Who did this to you?" He hissed, a spark of his old fierce protectiveness bubbling to the surface. Fedyor shrugged.
"One of the oprichniki decided I wasn't being cooperative enough while we were being transported here."
Of course he hadn't been. Ivan would have been proud of him had it not ended like that. He made a mental note of finding the oprichnik in question and tanning their arse so hard they wouldn't be able to sit for days.
"Does it hurt?" Ivan askes uselessly.
"A bit." The words were breathed out softly; Fedyor was good at masking his pain, but Ivan knew him too well. He knew he was in agony. He longed to lay his hand on Fedyor's knee, ease his pain, call a healer. But... He couldn't. And Fedyor wouldn't want his pity.
Ivan blinked the sudden wetness away and shifted his attention at the other Grisha. "And she?"
"Her name is Mariya." Fedyor said fondly, and for a moment Ivan felt a pang of jealousy. Then he realised Fedyor's heart beat for her the same way it had done for Nina. Protective, a mentor. His shoulders relaxed against his will.
"She was knocked unconscious by one of the Heartrenders. But she'll be okay, I think. Until..."
'Until we're sentenced to death and executed for high treason.' Ivan knew he would have to be the one to pass the sentence. The General wasn't going to let him off the hook for sentimentalities.
"Saints, Fedya." Ivan sat on the ground so he could be at level with the other man. "Why didn't you leave? Why didn't you go to Ketterdam or something?"
"I'm sorry, Vanya." Fedyor said softly, and sounded like he meant it. "I couldn't leave Alina. I couldn't leave Ravka to Kirigan's mercy."
Not the General's. Whatever respect Fedyor had once held for that man, had vanished into thin air. The worst was, Ivan found that he couldn't blame him.
"You should have left." Was all he said, uselessly. It didn't matter anymore. His husband was going to die. And he would be the cause of it.
Fedyor shifted awkwardly as if trying to pass one of his hands through the bars. It was hard with the cuffs on, but in the end he managed to slip his fingers out, towards Ivan's. Ivan quickly held his hand out to hold them.
"It's alright, Vanyusha." Fedyor whispered as their heads leaned close to each other. "We both made a choice. I'm glad to die for it."
"I'm not!" Ivan blurted. "Saints, I don't want to lose you!"
He already had, in a sense. But at least he'd known Fedyor was out there, alive, possibly happy. This... This was different. Permanent.
"I love you." Fedyor replied simply, his eyes twinkling in the twilight. "You know that, yeah?"
"Of course. And I love you too. More- More than anything else, Fedyenka." Ivan said softly. He didn't say more; he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his voice steady.
"Can you stay?" Fedyor asked. "If only for a little while. My leg hurts."
The simple admittance broke Ivan, along with the knowledge he couldn't do anything to help. He let out a choked sob, gripping Fedyor's cuffed hand tighter.
"I will. I promise I will."
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"Mariya Abramova Svetaeva, and Fedyor Alexeivitch Kaminsky, you are hereby sentenced to death for the crime of high treason against the Second Army, the Grisha, and Ravka as a whole."
Kirigan's voice echoed like the drop of a hammer in the silence of the evening, that was only interrupted by Mariya's muffled whimpers as she cried. Fedyor spoke softly to her, trying to comfort her.
"Silence." The oprichnik that held him hissed, and punctuated the order with a swift kick on the Grisha's broken leg. Fedyor couldn't swallow back a short cry of pain as he nearly crumpled to the ground, and Ivan felt hot rage building up inside of him.
"Soldier." He snapped. "You will not attempt to harm the prisoners before the passing of the sentence."
The oprichnik muttered something about lovesickness and lack of conviction, but Ivan elected to ignore it. Kirigan cleared his throat to restore order.
"The sentence will be carried out immediately."
He announced. Ivan felt his stomach drop to his shoes- no, surely they'd have more time, surely he could have another moment with Fedyor-
"Aleksandra," Kirigan turned to the lead Inferni "build a pyre in the middle of the camp."
For a second, Ivan wasn't sure what the General had meant. Then it dawned on him, and he swore he could feel the ground crumpling from under his feet.
"Sir, that's not-"
"An order is an order, Ivan. They do not deserve a Grisha death. Rather, they will be treated to a druskëlle sentence."
Mariya must have finally realised what was happening, because she let out a heartbreaking wail and strained against the guard that held her.
"No!" She screamed. "No, please, sir I repent, I repent-"
The General ignored her and turned around. "Ivan, I trust you will carry out what needs to be done. It's what's best for Ravka, and for the Grisha. No sentimentalities."
Ivan didn't know what the feeling building up within him was; he had never felt anything like it. Too cold to be called rage, too powerful to be called fear. All he could see was Fedyor chained to a wooden pole, screaming and crying for mercy as the flames consumed him. Looking at him, those brown eyes filled with agony.
Something inside Ivan broke.
Distantly, he heard himself roaring as he hurled himself against Kirigan's back, hands wrapping around the other man's neck. Grisha powers be damned, Ivan was going to kill the bastard with his own two hands-
But Kirigan flipped him around easily, and suddenly his back was pressed against the other man's chest, his hands held painfully behind him. He couldn't move a finger.
"Careful, Ivan." The General hissed in his ear. "Or you will share your lover's fate."
"I'd rather burn than side with someone who would kill us like the druskëlle!" Ivan snapped, straining against Kirigan's grip. "You are a disgrace to the Grisha. To think I believed in you-"
"I am only doing what is best for all of us. Our personal feelings don't matter." Kirigan's voice was cold, detached. As if he had killed whatever warmth remained inside him long ago. He probably had.
"Vladimir." He said to the guard that held Fedyor. "Kill him now."
"No!" Ivan shouted. "No- Fedya, Fedyenka- no!"
Fedyor's eyes met his. Impossibly, he smiled; that damned, irresistible smile that Ivan had fallen for the first time he'd ever seen it.
"It's alright, Vanya." He said easily as the oprichnik fumbled for his dagger. "I'll wait for you, yes? We'll see each other again."
He sounded so calm, as if he was just leaving on a long mission rather than being executed. Ivan sobbed, sagging against Kirigan's grip.
"Vanya-" Fedyor grunted as the oprichnik pulled him back, the cold steel of an ornate dagger pressing against his throat. "Look at me, my love. Look at me."
Ivan forced himself to look. The knowledge that this would be the last time he heard Fedyor's voice, saw him alive and well and smiling, shattered him. But Fedyor kept smiling, his eyes filled with love and tears.
"Fedyor." Ivan whispered. Fedyor closed his eyes.
A moment later, the dagger sliced his throat, and blood painted the ground in front of him red.
found colurfull fabric remnants in my chaos and thought...worth a try.
It's the first time I sewed anything and i needed two whole days just for the flag.
the Bilociraptor is inspred my this amazing picture: https://www.pinterest.de/pin/348606827405750732/
and this fucking funny post: https://www.pinterest.de/pin/238268636521660177/
Every Grisha in the Little Palace at the wedding, seeing Ivan smile for the first time ever: *SCANDALIZED SHOCKED GASP*
My favorite canon ship from Shadow and Bone, the cinnamon roll and his grumpy ball đ„°đ
This idea comes from my rp with a dear friend, where Fedyor and Ivan ask the Darkling to do the honors of blessing their marriage when the big day arrives. Nina and everyone ofc attend, the poor woman knew whatâs up the moment these two met, Ivanâs heart was pounding so heart she could hear it from miles xD
Their keftas in the first drawing are directly from the show, in the second drawing I made my own version of âwedding Corporalkiâ keftas, inspired by the originals ^^
Every Grisha in the Little Palace at the wedding, seeing Ivan smile for the first time ever: *SCANDALIZED SHOCKED GASP*
My favorite canon ship from Shadow and Bone, the cinnamon roll and his grumpy ball đ„°đ
This idea comes from my rp with a dear friend, where Fedyor and Ivan ask the Darkling to do the honors of blessing their marriage when the big day arrives. Nina and everyone ofc attend, the poor woman knew whatâs up the moment these two met, Ivanâs heart was pounding so heart she could hear it from miles xD
Their keftas in the first drawing are directly from the show, in the second drawing I made my own version of âwedding Corporalkiâ keftas, inspired by the originals ^^
a concept: ivan knows the choreography to fairytale by alexander rybak and he knows it by heart. every move those backup dancers did, ivan has committed to muscle memory.
this is the first time I'm posting something and I hope you like it. Or found it in the first place^^
I already worn my hoodie on the street but sadly no one recognised it. :(
Anyway...what do think of it guys?
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