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"When life was dark, she was not his sun, as she was to all others, but his moon; a beautiful, faraway surface upon which the light and joy and beauty of the world was reflected back to him, bathing him in an effortless pale glow that he might now know to call love."
Materialki:
@ferrisraccoon
@amethystmoonart
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
We all know I'm an absolute Mal enjoyer as well as a Shu Han, Fjerda and Inej enjoyer so for this year's GVBB i decided: Hey, why not write a story about all of those together? Also I'm well aware this is way later than everyone else but IN MY DEFENCE my computer broke and then i waited for it to get fixed then it broke again so I borrowed an old one which didn't work and long story short I now have a new laptop! Anyhow, enjoy this absolute rollercoaster of a fic and please go check out the absolutely incredible artists who were very patient as I went through months of technical issues.
Normally I don't post my fics on main like this, but here we are with my piece for the @grishaversebigbang !
There are also a couple of art pieces to go along with this, however I don't have the links handy at the moment BUT they're by @kavinskysdick and @bettycreeper who were both Materialki to my Etherealnik in the event.
Summary: Baghra has disappeared after the winter fete. As Aleksander is going through her hut looking for clues he finds an oilcloth satchel with letters in it, all of them signed with an impossible name. Meanwhile, Alina comes into her own and is intent on deciding what that will mean even as Mal wastes away in his sickbed and intrigue swirls around the Little and the Grand Palaces.
Author's Notes: Title is from the song of the same name by World Order. This fic is made up of a few rotating POVs and a few letters sprinkled in occasionally. There are a few original characters such as Dmitri Anokhin making a rare alive appearance in a fic, but mostly this fic deals with canon characters. Chapters will be posted quickly (about 3 a day) because the fic is done but it's separated so as to be more impactful with the different POVs.
Ao3 Link: SINGULARITY
Chapter 1: VITORIA, SPAIN, JUNE 28th, 1813
My dear B,
We are on to the tall Pyranees next, I am told, and I am so low at leaving Vitoria and its warmth. The other men tease me for being a poor example of my people. Ha! If only they knew the truth of it. I wonder what the sergeant would say. Accuse his best scout of witch craft?
Your last mentioned an issue with the butcher taking issue with your raising and slaughtering your own goats. I will not go so far as to say I told you so but my dear surely you can see how a man in his line of work might fret at seeing a respectable woman hauling a cart of goat hides to be tanned at the shop next to his. Perhaps the cost of the butchering should be seen as smaller than the cost of angry glares on market day? It is just a thought, but it has been many years since either of us have been truly forced to fend for ourselves.
I know you are reading on after crumpling this paper and so will not anger you further, only leave you with my enduring affection. I don’t know from when or where I will write to you next, but hopefully these peninsular roads bear me swiftly to my destination nearer France.
(Look who got their fanfic ready for this Big Bang!)
@grishaversebigbang
Summary:
Jesper Fahey has been accepted to the prestigious Ketterdam University, nestled deep within the countryside. His roommate: the sunshine Nikolai, who seems to hide a lot about himself. There's Zoya, whose hard gaze doesn't deter him from befriending her. There's the curly-haired boy who plays in the music hall.
And then there's the university itself.
Excerpt of Chapter 1 underneath "Keep Reading":
Jesper stared out the carriage window, trying to keep his anxiety down. He could almost hear Ketterdam University get closer. His home moving further away. The thought of it twisted his stomach.
“Hey, are you okay?”
He blinked, turning to Colm—his Da—who sat next to him.
“Ah, I’m alright.”
“You know, it’s okay if you don’t want to do this. You’re about to commit to a huge leap in your life.”
“No, I need to do this.”
The words stopped dead on his tongue. It didn’t feel right to finish—or even try to think of a palatable answer. He was leaving home because he needed to. Staying on the farm meant losing the opportunity to see the world and learn about himself. But it sounded terrible. He didn’t want to hurt Da now of all places.
“Hey, it’s okay. I understand you’re growing up; you need to find out who you are. I can’t coddle you forever.”
Jesper grinned. “You know I can still come back. We have holidays, and I’m going to miss the dinners we have.”
Colm chuckled. “Well, don’t come back for just the food.”
“Right. I need to see Milo, too.”
A soft, humorful sigh. “You’re going to be fine.”
Jesper grinned, lighter this time.
The carriage lurched forward. He almost felt himself thrown from his seat if it weren’t for the arm over his chest.
Jesper looked out the window as his Da crawled out the other.
“Hey! What’s the hold up for?”
There was an answer, but Jesper couldn’t see it as a team of carriages and horses rode by in front of them. He could barely make out any of the riders and the windows were covered. But as soon as they were there, they were gone.
He slid back into his seat, Colm sitting back next to him. “Ah, some nobleman on their way to Ketterdam. I’m glad you’ll be getting some peace and quiet where you’re at.”
Jesper lightly scoffed before grinning. “You never know. I might find a way to go downtown to Ketterdam.”
“Not through these bogs.”
He followed his Da’s gaze out the window.
Outside was the same scenery—a forest that fluctuate between sparse and dense, with the ground wet and mossy. He’d have to travel by carriage or foot on the road if he wanted to reach Ketterdam.
Soon, their surroundings changed to manicured lawns and pruned trees. The buildings of the university followed soon after.
Jesper felt his leg start bouncing. “Can’t believe we’re here.”
“Me neither.”
Jesper waited for the carriage to come to a stop, almost ready to fly out the door. But he waited until his Da stepped out before following him. He paused, helping to take down his trunks. Everything for the school year was inside the semi-heavy luggage.
“What room are we taking them to?” Colm asked, setting the second trunk down before the carriage left.
Jesper pulled out a piece of paper from his inside pocket—the letter from the university with all the necessary information inside.
He scanned over the words before stating, “Room 248.”
“Oh no, we need to go up stairs.”
Jesper chuckled, taking one of the trunks. “I’ll take the heavier stuff then.”
“Why do I have a feeling you overpacked?”
“I didn’t overpack. I just wanted to bring clothes that would probably suit Ketterdam. If anything, I can just send for anything else from you.”
Colm shrugged, following him this time. “I do have some ideas for care packages.”
The two navigated the halls, dodging students and parents walking through the many doors. Even with the heavy trunk, Jesper found himself bounding up the stairs with excited energy. As they approached his door, though, apprehension started to trudge in.
“240, 242, 244… Ah! 248.”
Jesper opened up the door to a room that showed life. His new roommate had been in here before—there were luggages on the bed, clothes stacked next to them. But the person was not in the room.
He placed his trunk onto the empty bed, scanning over the roommate’s belongings. He heard Colm set down the other trunk with a tired sigh before sitting on the bed.
“Well,” he finally said after catching his breath, “what do you think?”
“It looks… new.”
There was a pit now in his stomach. He didn’t like the feeling it gave him, sitting where the food should be going, making his breath start to slow further. Jesper shook it away mentally and decided to take in the room: two beds, the desks, the closets, and the bathroom. A simple dorm room. It didn’t feel like it was his place.
At least, not yet.
“Lot to take in?” Colm asked, sitting on the bed.
“Uh, I guess.”
“I know. Your new place for the next four years, hopefully. You might as well take the time to make this place yours.”
Jesper looked over the barren walls. He nodded, wondering what he could put up to remind himself of home. And what his roommate will be okay with.
“Ah! You must be the new roommate!”
Jesper turned to see a blond man in the doorway. He was smiling with wide eyes, strands of his hair were starting to fall forward.
He stood up, almost stumbling forward. “Yes, I am. And you are?”
“Let’s just stick with Nikolai.” He crossed the room, shaking Jesper’s hand. “You must be Jesper—did I pronounce it correctly?”
This time, Jesper smiled. “Actually, you did.”
“Good! It would be terrible to start out this year with a mispronunciation.”
“Wouldn’t be the worst.”
“Still, it wouldn’t be right.” Nikolai fell on his hand, his smile never faltering. “So, tell me about the classes you’re taking.”
Jesper heard his dad sigh, “Oh boy, there’s two of you.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 1 of my Helnik Snow Dogs AU (for @grishaversebigbang 2023) is up! I cannot WAIT to get to the chapters that will accompany @amethystmoonart's and Mariana's AMAZING illustrations!
So excited to post another @grishaversebigbang '23 piece! This time is inspired by the drama-packed writing of @nerdyhuntress, with help from @gimmedafood!! Check out @scinnahunbun for the companion piece!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“Saints, how many are there?” Jesper asked, loading his revolvers and taking aim.
Nina yelled in Fjerdan. “I’ll kill you all if I have to!”
One of them chuckled. “Fight all you want, witch. We have orders to take you in alive and there’s dozens of us here.”
After Nina and Jesper are kidnapped, Kaz Brekker organizes his Crows to rescue them from the Druskelle. Written for the Grishaverse Mini-Bang (@grishaversebigbang). Rated M for violence
(Thank you to all the people who collaborated on the art for this fanfic! You're all the best :) )
these came late but hello!! my last couple pieces for @grishaversebigbang , for the lovely fic devil of yours, savior of mine by @loneswaggingranger ! the first drawing is just me being silly goofy with the dialogue but the second is a line from the fic <3
as always, had an excellent time with this gang & the other artists @fricklefracklefloof (hi >:3) (art here) and @calicoquinn (art link to come!)
(ID: two digital drawings of Six of Crows characters, both involving Wylan. The first is of Inej standing behind Wylan and holding him at knifepoint, with her other arm around his neck. He is looking nonchalantly back at her, and she is saying, “You’re surprisingly chill about this whole ‘getting kidnapped at knifepoint’ thing.”
The second drawing is of Kaz pulling Wylan closer with his cane, with an intimidating look on his face. Wylan is surprised and tense. Kaz is saying “You will always only be collateral.)
my final piece for this year's @grishaversebigbang!!! this was for a wonderful fic by @loneswaggingranger, a canon divergent fic where wylan gets kidnapped by kaz brekker and it ends up being the best thing that's ever happened to him. definitely heed the tags and trigger warnings, it's heartwrenching but a really, really good read.
the other artists i had the joy of working with were:
@pocketsizedquasar, whose piece you can find here
and @calicoquinn, whose piece you can find here (link pending)
My entry for the Grishaverse Big Bang 2023. Had a blast, thanks for organising this @grishaversebigbang
Materialki:
@calicoquinn (link to art pending),
@pocketsizedquasar (link to art here),
@fricklefracklefloof(link to art here)
Corporalnik: @gimmedafood
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Mature
Summary:
The Devil tsked. “If I am to be housing you, I need to know if the payoff will be worth it." The Devil walked closer towards him, cane thumping ominously. “So tell me, merchling, are you worth my while?”
"I wouldn’t presume to tell you what your while's worth, sir.” Wylan’s throat constricted. “But I do have other uses."
The Devil raised an eyebrow. "Pray tell."
or
In which Wylan highly recommends being kidnapped by your father’s worst enemy.
