#jurisander

[wiwiurikawa]

Rare ships are great. You have like only six fics and you eat that up. The most you can have in rare ships are 10 pages on ao3 and you are considering yourself happy. Occasionally you have 1 fanart.

[itsnotunfinisheditsmystyle]

Drawn for the April Mishmash event of the Darklina and Darkolai server, Week 1 : Rareships !

I'm confident this is the one and only Juris/Darkling fanart on earth.

I'm also confident I should not colour things. But we live and we learn. Why is Juris half naked? Idk he seems like the kind of guy who'd be half naked most of the time.

Enjoy the crack, and as always kudos to @storm-elf for even creating this ship in the first place.

Also yes Juris has Charlie Hunnam face, this was decided by the Darkolai server

[darkolaism]

[wiwiurikawa]

I was reading alliance of enemies by storm_elf and....

aleksander- death

juris- war

elizabeth- famine

grigori- Conquest

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

[esssteee]

E | One-Shot | 13k | Pre-Canon | The Darkling/Sankt Juris

Aleksander learns how good human contact can be. Juris just gorges himself like the dragon he is.

In spite of the spray misting with the thundering waves, in spite of the rolling mass of bottomless water underneath the manmade hull, the boy stays perched at the dragonhead, eyes free of apprehension and full of ambition, ever steady on the coastline drawing clearer with each passing hour. The fog has lifted with the early morning winds, and now a blue, frigid day reigns in splendour, the sun too far from the northern pole to provide any warmth. Breaths freeze over near the boy’s mouth, and Juris amuses himself by observing him. Not a classical beauty, not like those Kaelish men of leather and iron, shielded by armour and valour, that Juris grew up with when he was just a man himself. An impossible amount of lives ago. “Aren’t you scared, lad?” he asks―his tone not quite a murmur, but low enough for none at the oars to hear him. Black feathers, this raven figure has, and Juris does not want to see them ruffled by undue disparagement; let him keep his dreadful appearance without discrediting the fearlessness he radiates. Not even a glance his way, the mass of dark hair flying with the ravenous winds Juris has called forth. Only one curt, “No.” A prickly creature, and Juris can feel the smirk growing on his own face, shaping his mouth into a crooked slice. Because if the lad has eyes only for the sea, then Juris has eyes only for him.

― do not deny, a shadow and bone/jurisander fic