my piece for the @grishaversebigbang 2022! based on the absolute gem by @desidarling123 that provides my kanej starved soul with all the kanej jealousy i could ever want, please go give her fic âjealousâ a read!
: ĚĚâ Â ao3 link
also check out this beautiful work by @miedziana-dziewoja for the same fic! it was amaing to work with you both!Â
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a/n: so happy I was able to participate in the mini bang event for @grishaversebigbang this year! Hereâs one of my two fics đ The fic is inspired by some awesome art and Iâm so happy to have met all the amazing people I got to work with đ
Materialki: @sunshinesartisticquirk (x)
Summary: An AU where everyone lives and Nina gets to introduce Matthias to her parents, Fedyor and Ivan.
Read it on AO3 here or under the cut!
The war was over. The Darkling had been defeated and the fold had been destroyed. Now it was time to rebuild. Rebuild the little palace, rebuild the rest of Ravka, and rebuild the trust between Grisha and the rest of the world that had been shattered by the Darkling.
For Fedyor and Ivan, there wasnât much to do. The fabricators were hard at work rebuilding the little palace. The healers were tending to the wounded, and Fedyor had no idea what the materialki were doing. Mostly helping the fabricators, he suspected.
But that left the heartrenders, the soldiers, with nothing to do. Well, nothing but sit and think about the future.
Fedyor could hardly believe he got to have a future. One where his entire family survived, at that. They had gotten word just that morning that Nina had been found, and that she was coming home. She had been in Ketterdam of all places.
Nikolai and Zoya had found Nina there while on a mission to intercept some kind of weapon. They were all coming back, along with a couple ofâŚguests. That was the official word.
Fedyor and Ivan spent days trying to theorize what that meant. Did they find more grisha
willing to come back to Ravka? That was a possibility, but some random Kerch grisha would hardly be considered guests. Fedyor doubted they had managed some kind of Kerch ambassador, no matter how charming Nikolai could be.
âAs long as they arenât intent on killing grishaâ Ivan mumbled.
Fedyor rolled his eyes and chuckled.
âWhat do you expect? A druskelle?â Fedyor teased as he affectionately rolled his eyes.
Ivan huffed and shook his head. They both knew that Ravka was desperate to rebuild after the war, but not that desperate.
They spent the next few weeks waiting for Nina. All the while, Fedyor was coming up with more and more outlandish theories on who the potential guests could be. Heâd suggested anyone from some Kerch mob leader, to some fancy merchant who was sympathetic to Ravka.
It was a way to distract himself, as much as it was to distract Ivan from the waiting. And wait they did. It felt like they waited for months, rather than the scarce weeks that actually had.
Eventually, finally, they got word that the party was only a dayâs distance. The excitement was tangible around the grounds of the little palace.
Fedyor had half a mind to ride out and meet them, but it would hardly be appropriate. Instead, he spent the entire time fussing about, trying to calm his nerves. Nina would be here soon. He would get to see his daughter again. It was the only thing keeping him from losing his composure.
Fedyor hardly slept that night. He tossed and turned, and no matter how exhausted he was, he couldnât bring himself to sleep. His mind was overrun by thoughts of Nina coming home. He hadnât seen her in years. Had she changed? Would he recognize her at all?
It felt like a ridiculous concern to have. His daughter was alive and safe, it shouldnât matter how much she had changed. But Nina had always been more on the carefree side, like Fedyor himself. He was worried that after everything she had seen, Nina would be closed off. That sheâd shut down and not let anyone in, much like Ivan had.
Gods, it had taken years for Ivan to open up to Fedyor. He was just thankful that they had time. Time for Nina to open up to them again if they needed it.
Fedyor didnât, however, have time to dally. He quickly got dressed and made his way to the yard where the Royal party would be arriving.
He found Ivan at the front of the crowd. Ivan was technically still the highest ranking member of the second army, so it was his duty to welcome the party home. Fedyor took his place next to his husband, brushing imaginary dirt off of his kefta. Now, all they could do was wait.
He could practically feel the tension radiating off of Ivan, so Fedyor reached out to gently squeeze his hand. Ivan squeezed his hand back in answer, and didnât let go.
They stood there, at the front of the crowd, for all of ten minutes before they heard the familiar sound of Ninaâs heartbeat. The sound of horses fast approaching was apparent only seconds later.
The closer the party got, the more Fedyor could tell about them. There were five people in total making their way to the little palace. One was Nina, and Fedyor was fairly certain that Zoya and Nikolai were amongst the party too.
But the others werenât anymore Fedyor recognized. Based on the frown currently forming on Ivanâs face, he didnât recognize the two others either.
When the party finally became visible, there was a loud cheer from the crowd just behind Fedyor. Zoya and Nikolai were at the front, and the Fedyor could practically feel the collective relief of the crowd. The joy of knowing their king was safe.
Behind them were Nina and two other men. Fedyor couldnât see them very well from where he was, but they both seemed to be sticking close to Nina.
Nina hadnât seen them yet, but when she finally spotted them, she jumped off of her horse and ran towards them.
She was there before Fedyor even had the chance to move, wrapping them up in a big hug. Fedyor hugged her. He was shaking, crying.
Fedyor hadnât thought he would have this. When theyâd gotten word that Nina had disappeared, he hadnât wanted to panic, but as the years went on, he had lost hope of ever seeing her again. And now she was here. She was home and Fedyor would do everything in his power to keep her here with them.
The three of them eventually pulled away from the hug, and Fedyor could see that Nina and Ivan had been crying too.
Fedyor used the sleeve of his kefta to wipe away the mess of tears on his face.
âI missed you so muchâ he told her.
Nina sniffled and smiled at him sadly.
âMissed you tooâ she answered.
Nina looked back over her shoulder, and that was when Fedyor finally noticed the other two from the party that had arrived.
At some point, the two had dismounted and made their way over. Nina took a step back, and Fedyor finally noticed how nervous she seemed. Her heartbeat was elevated, and she was looking anywhere but at Fedyor.
She took a moment to compose herself, and Fedyor could feel himself becoming nervous as she did.
âIvan, Fedyor, this Kuwei. Heâs an inferni, but heâs going to be helping King Nikolai with something that weâre not allowed to talk aboutâ she explained, gesturing at one of the men behind her. Now that they were closer, Fedyor could see how young he was. Around Ninaâs age, maybe younger even.
Fedyor offered him a polite greeting, which Nina relayed to him in Shu.
Nina took a deep breath and continued with the introductions.
âAnd this is Matthias. Heâs⌠my boyfriendâ she said.
Fedyor was speechless. Of all the things he had expected, he hadnât thought of Nina coming back with a boyfriend. Nina was a wonderful girl, but he just hadnât thought it would be a priority for her.
Ivan seemed to recover before Feydor, because he held out his hand for a handshake.
âItâs nice to meet youâ Ivan said.
Matthias shook his hand carefully, almost as if he were expecting a trap.
âIt is nice to meet you as wellâ Matthias answered with a very heavy accent. A Fjerdan accent, Fedyor realized.
He eyed Matthias wearily, and could tell that Ivan had heard the same thing that he had.
Ivan asked him something in Fjerdan, and Matthias hesitantly answered. Fedyor could see Ivan slowly start to warm up to Matthias, so Fedyor didnât have much choice but to do the same.
The two talked in Fjerdan, and, as much as Fedyor hated to feel left out of the conversation, he was glad that Ivan would have someone to talk with. The second army had always been hesitant to trust Ivan because of his Fjerdan background, and Fedyor knew it would be much the same for Matthias.
The crowd around them started to dissipate as King Nikolai and Zoya went into the palace. It left the five of them standing outside awkwardly, and Fedyor decided to direct them all inside. They made their way to one of the small, unused training rooms in the little palace. The one that Ivan and Fedyor had used to train Nina when she had been their apprentice.
Ivan and Matthias were still chatting away, and Fedyor could feel how quickly Matthias was starting to loosen up to Ivan. Nina would pipe in every now and then, but Fedyor noticed that Kuwei wasn't participating in the conversation either.
He offered Kuwei a greeting in a few different languages, before they found one they had in common. It was, unfortunately for Fedyor, Kerch. He hadnât practiced the language in years, and Kuwei had a much better grasp of it than him. But they managed to make small talk, and Fedyor managed to get him to smile before they even got to the room.
Fedyor didnât know what the secret project Kuwei would be working with the king to achieve, but he would be happy to get to know him more anyways.
And Fedyor was happy. More than anything, he felt complete, having his entire family back. And some new family, if the proud smile on Ivanâs face was any indication.
Nina was only a dayâs ride away from the little palace. A dayâs ride away from the only home she ever remembered. Her family was there waiting for her, and now that she had no debts in Ketterdam, she could go back to them.
By some miracle, both Fedyor and Ivan had survived the war. Her dads were alive, safe, and waiting for her. She could hardly believe that she was this lucky.
The problem was that Nina wasnât going alone. Beyond Zoya, and the current king of Ravka, she was bringing Kuwei with her. An inferni who knew the formula for Jurda Parem. She thought he might be able to help her with whatever was going on with her powers now, but she wasnât very hopeful.
Worse yet was Matthias. She was bringing a druskelle to Ravka. Even if he had renounced his ways and had sworn to protect her, the promise would mean little to most of the Grisha waiting for them. Matthias had reluctantly given Nicolai some key information on Fjerda as a show of good faith, which was the only reason Nikolai had allowed him to come in the first place.
The last dayâs ride went by quickly, both far too quickly and not quickly enough for Nina. The closer they got to the Little Palace, the more nervous she got.
How would Ivan and Fedyor react to Matthias? To the news that she had taken the Jurda Parem? To⌠whatever was going on with her powers these days. All she could do was hope that they wouldnât hate her for what she had had to do to survive, and to keep her friends alive.
As they rode up to the gates of Ravka, Nina could practically feel the excitement in the air. The war was over, Ravka had triumphed, and King Nikolai was coming home. Matthias looked extremely uncomfortable about the entire thing, but with a hushed reassurance from Nina, the two of them continued to follow the royal party up to the Little Palace.
There was a crowd waiting for them there. Well, waiting for Nikolai and Zoya, but Nina could feel all of the eyes on her, Matthias and Kuwei. The three of them stood out compared to the royal party they had arrived with.
Nina didnât particularly care. She knew that everyone would judge them, or be weary at the very least. Finding her family was more important than what the others thought.
Nina looked through the crowd for any sign of Ivan and Fedyor. Had she still had her heartrender powers, she would have been able to sense out their heartbeats in the crowd. She couldnât but it didnât matter. They found her, and she caught sight of them standing at the front of the crowd.
Nina dismounted the horse she had been riding and ran to them. She didnât particularly care how bad it would look. She got to them, and wrapped an arm around each of her dads to pull them in for a hug.
Nina cried harder than she ever remembered crying. She was with her family again. By some miracle, they had all survived and had found each other. She just prayed that it would be enough. That they wouldnât be mad at how different she was, and for dragging a druskelle back with her to introduce to her parents.
Eventually, reluctantly, Nina pulled away from the hug. She turned, and saw that Matthias and Kuwei had caught up to her while she had been hugging her dads. Nina took a deep breath to calm herself, and introduced two people she had grown to care about to the two most important people in her life.
@grishaversebigbang â youâre what you own by @moon-penguinn
Nina is back to Ketterdam after a year and this time, sheâs not alone, Hanne is with her and⌠what would her crows think of her new partner?
the link to the ao3 is right HERE!
this might be one of my favorite things iâve ever drawn cos the fic is so SO wholesome :^) more artwork of the fic can be found HEREÂ by @justagrishafae
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For the Eight Years Away by @no-mourners-at-my-funeral wich you can read in here
I had so much fun to draw it (and also reading this beautiful piece of writing!!!)
Also check @polekands piece!!
The cell door opened with a click, and Kaz entered, Inej following behind him silently, cracking a bonelight and letting green light illuminate the cell. There was a person, curled up in a small lump of ragged blankets in the corner. He was sleeping, making tiny whimpers that Inej wouldnât have been able to hear in the hallway. Kaz moved just slightly closer to him, stopping when he was about four feet away. He poked the sleeping man - Jordan Rietveld - with his cane, and he startled.
