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Hi! I'm new to actually posting on tumblr, but I would like to begin sharing my stuff with you guys! I am working on a fic for the Grishaverse right now, but I'll gladly take requests.
My heart says be playful but my anxiety is through the roof about this for some reason, lol.
Requests are for the Grishaverse only for now, but I might expand later, who knows? Just ask and I'll let you know.
Chapter 7 | Chapter 9
Word Count: 4420
Warnings: mentions of sex, the King, vague depictions of emotional abuse and a generally creepy father.
Please let me know if I miss anything!
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Apparently, something was different about Juli the morning after. That morning, she caught the stares of a few Fabrikators as she passed through the hall from her office. A few of the younger Grisha also stopped to stare as she entered the dining hall, grabbing an apple for breakfast on her way to the War Room.
Two hours ago, Aleksander had her on her knees crying with pleasure just two rooms away. He had cleaned them both up, leaving a kiss to her shoulder, neck, and cheek before bidding her good morning and vanishing into this very room. She’d taken the passage back to her office.
Do I look tired maybe? She bit into the apple as Ivan of all people greeted her. Truly a strange morning. It seemed the older Grisha were not meeting this morning, but she’d needed to go over the Alkemi outputs and resupply with the General anyway. Several oprichniki stood around the room, and she guessed they were having a staff meeting. She waved her hand, moving her usual chair to its usual place, and grabbing the most recent accounting book from its place on the shelf. “Is he still meeting with the King, Ivan?”
Word count: 3379
Warnings: smut-- nothing too dirty but a slight praise kink-- and soft!Darkling (always a warning). Please let me know if I miss anything.
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The adrenaline that had sent her flying to Cora’s room after Novikov first approached her did not appear after the minister’s revelation. Perhaps because she was better prepared this time for something to be found out, but mostly, Juli felt that whatever she and Aleksander had was officially over.
Why wouldn’t it be, after all? She didn’t think he would drop everything to marry her, and what Novikov hadn’t mentioned, though Juli had known all along, was that to continue their involvement with one another could see him demoted or run out of Os Alta or worse. He wouldn’t risk his plans for her, and she knew once they returned to the palace that she would have to tell him and have him dismiss her like…
Chapter 5 | Chapter 7
Word count: 3855
Warnings: mentions of sex. Please let me know if I miss anything.
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She went to her room in the Grand Palace that night, and the night after. The Darkling might have visited her office, but she was intent on not speaking to him. Juli was aware she should let it slide as a mindless slip of the tongue, but she couldn’t help the burning, enraged offence she’d felt after the conversation.
He had tried to make her concede, to admit that she was jealous and they could move on, but the larger issue loomed over their heads. How dare he even think I could get jealous of Alina. Juli pitied her, she did not envy her. Rather, the tiny argument (from her perspective) stemmed from the Darkling’s over inflated ego– that he wanted her to be jealous rather than the real possibility of Alina not having any power.
Word count: 3248
Warnings: none that I know of. Please let me know if I miss anything.
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The morning wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. As usual, the Darkling slipped out of bed before her, but not before leaning over and whispering for her to wake up. “This has to be the most tiresome of your vices,” she rolled over, pulling the covers over her head. “What good are shadow powers if I cannot get an extra hour of sleep?”
He chuckled. “I’m leaving, Juliana. Have a good day.”
She groaned out a “You too,” and he disappeared through the door. Juli arrived at her office from the bookshelf to find Inessa knocking on the main door. “Do you need something, Inessa?”
Word Count: 3758
Warnings: mentions of sex-- Please let me know if I missed anything.
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Novikov did not approach her again, but he did send infuriating, endless notes with threats nearly every other day, and she made sure to only answer the particularly nasty ones. Cora helped immensely with writing what to say to him: her position in the Second Army gave her plenty of gossip, and with a few twists here and there, they managed to send Novikov in any direction but ‘coup’. It also helped that he did not seem to know Juli’s role in the Second Army.
“It’s not that hard,” Juli whined upon reading the fifth note that called her a teacher. “I am a theorist. I theorise. I philosophise.”
Word: 3455
Warnings: none that I know of
For the next two weeks, she did not see hide nor hair of Alina, and Juli knew that soon she would have to apologise for her behaviour in the War Room. In the meantime, however, she’d been attempting to study the way that “light summoning” would work in terms of how it affected the body.
Juli was quite proud of her advanced theory work, especially when it came to the interdisciplinary implementation of Grisha skills. It could be a bridge between her and Alina if there were any significant discoveries made about how the girl might access her power.
“Or,” Cora said, throwing her boots onto the table as Juli told her the plan to befriend the Sun Summoner. “You could say sorry for telling her she looked like death.”
Word count: 3908
Warnings: mentions of sex
Please let me know if I missed anything.
“Long day, your highness?” There was a playful edge to his voice that irritated her more than it should have.
“I have no idea what you mean, Darkling.” She pulled the black silk sheets higher over her body.
“I’m sure you do.” She felt a long finger drift into her hair, parting a lock and twirling it. “Tell me.”
The command was simple enough, if he had the authority to give her commands. “It’s nothing.” She adjusted her leg over his and rolled onto her side, closer to him. It seemed he was always cold, no matter how long they laid here or what they did. She found some semblance of warmth in the crook of his neck. “Leave me be.”
“How am I to do that?” His words ghosted over her skin. “You came to me.”
“I can leave.” There was no bite to the words.
“No, you can’t.” His lips pressed into her shoulder, and she felt his arms tighten around her.
Summary: Juli never thought working as a theorist in the Second Army would get her into the bed of the dreaded Darkling, its leader. But once the legendary Sun Summoner is found, she finds herself entangled in plots she never wanted and asking questions of herself she never dreamed. Will she choose the path she has always known in Os Alta, comfort and boredom, or will she risk everything for her budding feelings over a man she hardly knows?
Word Count: 3656
Warnings: blood and gore at the beginning + mentions of sex -- Please let me know if I'm missing something
Commission for dear @icantread1013 Darkling and Juliana. I had such a wonderful time drawing for you! Thank you for your request! I hope you like it. Have a good week and be safe <3
This is the art for my profile picture. I worship her daily
