#shadow and bone drabble

[5sospenguinqueen]

Nina: I can't believe you talked to Kaz without getting so much as a glare! Most people can't even look in his general direction without so much as a threat.

Y/N: I mean, it would be weird if he did. We are dating after all.

Nina: ... YOU'RE WHAT?!

[dasiesanddarkness]

save me wesper first date fics where jesper wears something very flattering and borderline scandalous and wylan wears like a sweater vest and khakis and wylan is freaking out because jesper looks hot asf and jesper is freaking out because wylan looks adorable and also hot asf but they're both self conscious about their outfits even though the other is obsessed with it. save me.

[cupids-archives]

thinking about teasing…

contains.. (grinding, office sex, pnv sex)

bending over in front of your easily flustered boyfriend can only go so far. tight pink panties showing under your short skirt, revealing just enough before standing up and pretending nothing happened. you know the effect you have on him but that doesn’t stop you from attempting to get him all hard and needy for you.

even going as far as to pretend to drop something just to get on your knees and crawl around. ass up in the air as you search for something for uncomfortably long, pouting suggestively.

you bend over the desk, ass in his face as you pretend to be grabbing paper, pretending to trip and fall right into his lap.

“ahh-! I’m sorry!!” you scream, being convincing as you can as you sit on his lap, pressing into his bulge. “Im so sorry sir..” you tease, still rubbing against him despite your apologetic regards.

you don’t even attempt to get to, slyly rubbing his cock through his pants, grinding on his dick while making innocent pleas. he doesn’t attempt to push you off, enjoying how he can feel you growing wet from under your panties but the heat rushing to his face is unpleasant, his dick becoming heavy in his pants.

“p-please..” he begs, tracing his hand down to your stomach and to your already swollen clit, the constant rubbing sends shivers up your spine, not even trying to hide your moans. you don’t say anything to him though.

his hands push you further down to his lap, his breath becoming heavy as he undoes his pants wasting no time before moving your wet panties to the side and pushing himself in.

he bites at your neck sucking on it as he bounces you on his cock, his breathing becoming faster and faster as his thrusts speed up.

“your such a good stress reliever darling”

your faves (🫶🏽)

[marvelmusing]

The Issue With Skorts

a The Darkling Wears Prada drabble

Pairing: Aleksander Morozov x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: As one of the most influential people in the fashion industry, Aleksander has lots of opinions when it comes to clothes. As your fiancé, he thinks you look incredible in anything.

Warnings [18+]: explicit references to sex

My Masterlist

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“What,” Aleksander says slowly, drawing out the words of his question in a low voice. “Are you wearing?”

He’s sitting at his desk, his eyes fixed on your form as you approach him with a small pile of papers.

“A skirt,” you inform him with a pleased smile as you walk around his desk to stand beside him. This morning you had struggled to assemble your outfit, but now you’re extremely proud of your decision. “Well, it’s actually a skort.”

“A skort?”

“Yes. Like a skirt, but with shorts underneath.”

“I know what a skort is.”

His curt remark makes your gaze lower to avoid his eyes, fidgeting shyly with the hem.

“You don’t like it?”

After years of working for Aleksander, you seem to forgotten what it felt like when you spent hours trying to create an outfit that he might like (or at the very least not dislike). He likes your style - you know that - but self consciousness sinks into you quickly.

He sighs, pushing his chair backwards as he grasps hold of your hips to steer you between his open thighs.

“I think you look exquiste,” he admits, hands slipping beneath the skirt. “I think this was practically made for you.” He squeezes each of your thighs over the top of the fabric of your shorts, and you breathe in sharply as you lean back against his desk. “But there is only one downside to a skort.”

“Which is?” you ask breathlessly.

“If this was a skirt, I could bend you over this desk-” He turns you around, draping the front of your body over the papers on his desk. “-pull your panties aside and sink my cock straight into you.”

His words make you writhe, the image painted so clearly in your mind as he lifts your skirt.

“But look at this!” he muses mockingly. “There’s a pair of shorts in my way.”

He releases his hold on the fabric, swatting your ass playfully as the material drops.

“Aleksander,” you scold him. He laughs, rubbing the hem delicately between his fingers. With a sigh, you turn around. “Alright, you’ve made your point.”

“I don’t think I have.”

That makes you frown. Then he begins to kiss your knees, mapping a pathway up underneath your skirt and you groan in frustration as you realise what he intends on doing.

“I don’t think you fully understand,” he continues, gradually using his tongue and teeth as he kisses between your thighs. “Just how frustrating it is to see you look so enticing, knowing I can’t fuck you.”

“You could,” you counter. He raises a brow at you.

“Could I?”

“Aleksander.”

He smiles mischievously, smoothing down the fabric of your skirt.

“Alina will be returning soon. We wouldn’t want her to walk in on anything untoward, now would we?”

That makes you sigh, grumbling a quiet,

“No.”

He takes your hands in his, tugging you closer as he stands so that he can press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs quietly, brushing his nose against yours. Another sigh heaves at your shoulders, though you can only feign annoyance for a few seconds longer before you respond.

“I love you too, Sasha.”

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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[seidenbros]

“Mama!”

A soft sigh left Aditi’s lips when she heard the pitter patter of bare feet against the kitchen tiles. She’d been awake for quite a bit, and it was a surprise that Jesper hadn’t woken sooner. After all, it was the day he’d been looking forward to for weeks: his seventh birthday. Not because he was looking forward to opening presents, but because she’d promised him to let him shoot with her guns when he turned seven years old. He’d practiced with other ones, small ones that fit his hands, because she’d wanted to teach him, but hers, the ones with the pearl handles, they had always garnered Jesper’s attention. Yes, they were beautiful, but it was more about them being his mother’s that fascinated him so much.

“What is it, little rabbit?” she asked, turning towards him with a smile on her lips.

“You know what day it is?” He was almost vibrating out of his skin, the grin that showed where he’d just lost another tooth making her heart melt.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Care to help me out?” Of course, she was teasing, and it worked.

“Mamaaaa!”

“Ahh yes, it’s my favourite boy’s birthday, isn’t it?” Cupping his cheek, she leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Yes! Can we go now?”

“Go where?” The way he rolled his eyes and took her hand to drag her along, made her laugh as she followed along. “Alright, alright, just let me get them first, or we won’t be able to do anything.”

“Okay.” The theatrical sigh that followed made Aditi press her lips together so she didn’t start laughing at her son’s antics.

Five minutes later they were at the fence where she’d already prepared everything. She’d come out here early in the morning to put up the bottles for Jesper to shoot at. His excitement was so contagious that she felt giddy to get started as well.

“You remember what I told you?” she asked, handing him one of the pearl handled revolvers. It wasn’t the first time, but she still made sure every time, because it was important.

“Yes. Firm stand.” He immediately demonstrated that, making her heart swell with pride. Jesper could be a little rascal, but when he was really interested in something, he could focus and enjoy it. “Look around.” It was his way of saying that he needed to check if anyone was close so that they could get hurt, since they were only shooting for practice reasons and not because they wanted to shoot someone. “Aim at the target.”

“Good. Alright, I’m right here. How about you shoot the far left bottle?”

“Okay, Mama.” She could practically feel his excitement when he raised the revolver that was still too big for him, but he realised that as well and secured it with his other hand. Nothing could happen as long as she was here with him. In any case, she’d be able to manipulate the bullet to go a different way.

When jesper shot, he nearly fell on his behind, but Aditi caught him with a chuckle. “They’re different from yours, aren’t they?”

“Yes!” But he wasn’t scared or taken aback. He was even more excited about this

“Alright, come here.” She placed Jesper right in front of her so he had the security of her presence, of her hands on his shoulders just showing him that she was there, watching over him - and he wouldn’t fall back like this, leaning against her legs a little bit. Watching him shoot all the bottles one after the other without missing one and having so much fun while doing it, made her happy beyond words. She was always happy when Jesper was happy, but this was still something special.

“Thank you, Mama,” Jesper said, looking up at her before he very carefully handed her the revolver back.

“You know, one day, these will belong to you,” she said, kneeling down to be on eye level with him. Gently, her fingers stroked over his cheek and then his hair that needed a trim sooner rather than later.

“Really?” The way his eyes widened and he showed her another grin baring his teeth - or rather the missing ones - made her heart clench almost painfully with all the love she had for him.

“Yes, really. I promise.”

Never would any of them have thought that this day wasn’t so far away anymore.

[ms-fade]

Day 1 Kinktober

Being caught.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader. +18 Drabble

Ask: “Hi for the October thing can you please do the prompt 'caught' with Kaz? Maybe he catches the reader masturbating or something like that.Thank you”

Warnings: Hair pulling, being rough, being caught, being punished, implying belt usage, chocking implying, masterbating, pinching of the cl*t. Bargirl!goodgirl used.

Hands beneath the small lace under your dress made it hard for you to control your breaths. Rubbing your fingers on your painfully swollen clit after a day of day dreaming about your boyfriend, his glare and tone the whole day made your hormones acted up. You could feel the mess you made in your underwear while working around the bar and crossed your legs when kaz came down for a few. His dark eyes falling on you made you bite your lip to try and not moan on the spot.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped when you pinched your bud between your fingers like kaz always did, and you tried to forget how his tongue would lap across your folds. The flash of his hands wrapped around your throat as his cock buried deep within your hole. The way the sheet’s beneath the two of you was always wet with your juices, or his cum leaking out of you.

As you remember how it felt to have him within you it made you closer to release and made you whimper. Your fingers moved faster and pressed down on the right place to send you over the edge. So close to cumming and feeling bliss, his face was the only thing you could picture. Though your hands stopped and heart skipped a beat when a knock was heard on your door.

One knock.

Before you could jump up from the bed the door opened and you saw him standing there, looking over the room until he saw you. Your cheeks flushed hot and your body bumped with embarrassment. His eyes stared at you for a second and tilted his head then followed your hands that hid behind your skirt. Just from seeing how tense and embarrassed you seemed, he knew just what you where doing.

“Hmm.” Stepping in your room he closed it behind himself. You watch him lock the door and slowly take off his jacket and you swallowed hard thinking of his body. “I pay you for filling up drinks, smiling at the costumers,” his back was turned and you could hear and see him undo his belt. A thrill sent down your body then to your pussy making it clinch and ache to be filled.

You sat up and pulled your hand out of undergarments and leaned on you hands, looking at him to try and make him forgive you. “Sorry, wouldn’t do it again.” You pouted. His gazes turn to you again and his belt clinched within his hands as he slowly limped to the bed. You could tell by his look he was mad at you.

“You couldn’t wait to touch yourself for another hour? Or, come to me. Such a beautiful, horny girl.” As he walked closer to your side of the bed you couldn’t help but lean up with him. You needed him so bad, so you leaned up on your knees and gave him puppy eyes of submission. He smirked down at you and lifted his hand up to your chin and took it lightly in his grip.

“A bad girl,” you gasped as your head got yanked back as his hands quickly took a fist full of your hair. “You ask for permission, yet you didn’t do that. You work when I tell you to, didn’t do that too. Instead you decided to play with your filthy cunt.” Whimpering out you grab your skirt for support.

“M’sorry.” You cried out and tried to look at him but he just kept making you whine, his hold get tighter and moving you around. His other hand reached down to his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them open. “Good girls show respect. You aren’t a good girl, so you have make it up to me.” He let’s go of your hair and you looked down at his undid pants and take a deep breath.

“Yes sir.” You gulp and leaned down to take his cock out of his trunks. Your mouth watered at the thought of having him in your mouth and making his moan, to taste his cum. “I’ll make it up to you,” You tugged him closer and set his aching hard cock out “Promise.”

[magicandpizza]

Just a silly drabble inspired by a silly conversation in the wesper writers discord server 🫶

When Wylan returns from the bathroom, he expects Jesper to still be getting ready for bed, hanging up his clothes or polishing his guns, or perhaps already in bed, waiting for him.

What he doesn’t expect is to be met with the sight of Jesper lying sideways on the bed, propped up on one elbow and one knee bent, the blanket artfully pooled between his legs and, in truth, concealing very little. As always, Wylan is struck by the miles of warm, dark skin on display to him, the smooth expanse of his chest and toned stomach, the trail of dark hair leading downwards.

Jesper glances up to meet Wylan’s gaze, and a cocky grin spreads across his face. “Sleep here often?”

“Jes, we sleep in the same bed,” Wylan says with a roll of his eyes, unable to suppress the twitch of his lips. He’s not entirely unaffected by the pretty picture Jesper makes, but he pretends to be, just for now, taking his time to remove his waistcoat and trousers and folding them neatly.

“And?”

“You’re a ridiculous man,” Wylan murmurs when he finally joins Jesper on the bed.

Jesper grins up at him, looking like the cat that got the cream. “But you love me anyway?”

“Ghezen help me, I do,” Wylan says, pressing a lingering kiss to Jesper’s waiting lips before kneeling up and throwing the blanket, and Jesper’s last scrap of modesty, aside.

[undercover-grisha]

Jesper Fahey was lying on his boyfriend’s stomach. His hands were stretched out under Wylan’s back, between the man’s cotton sleep shirt and his skin. Jesper was lying on his stomach, his curls getting slightly squashed by the shirt he was pushing up with his abrasive head, interrupting the intended flow of clothing. He could hear Wylan’s stomach settling against one ear, the other exposed for all the sounds the rest of the world to funnel into his mind, like the bird up far too late outside, the branches scratching against the window, Wy’s gentle whistle of breath as the man slept soundly.

Jesper Fahey was lying on the best thing in his life, and he was seriously considering tossing it all away.

He could feel the cards of a full hand rubbing against his nerves, could feel the celebrations as he won a small fortune, could feel the slaps on his back and kisses on his cheek as he slowly bet more and more and more. He could feel the mood slowly, slowly falling as he ruins all he’s been given.

Jesper could feel the coins slipping through his fingers, and Saints, wasn’t that the rub.

He even missed the feeling of failing. The spin of Makker’s Wheel was addictive, sure, but failing?

Failing was cocaine.

He could fail, could run his allowance down, could get thrown out on his ass, and would get picked up the next morning. Kaz would pick him up.

Wylan’s slight whistle changed pace and the man turned over, moving Jesper with him. Jesper moved with him, unconsciously, mind broken from its thoughts. He let Wylan go and crawled up the bed to better be beside him, pulling his love against him. Wylan shifted, settling into the snug position of almost completely on his side, propped up against Jesper’s hold. Jesper rested his face against Wylan’s back, nose poking above his shoulder. His arm rested under their pillows, stretched long and at the risk of falling asleep. A slow, sleepy, freckled hand reached back to ruffle Jesper’s hair.

And Jesper breathed out, and Makker’s Wheel didn’t disappear, the touch of the cards didn’t leave, the roll of the dice, the flip of the coins. But he could feel his arm falling asleep, slowly, softly, and Jesper imagined their entire tomorrow, their entire future, their entire lives in between blinks.

And then…

The wheel stopped spinning.

[jazzythursday]

Prompts: Thrill | Knife | Coffee (373 words)

“Did you just stir your coffee with a knife?” 

Jesper looks up questioningly at Wylan and then back down at his mug of coffee—which he, yes, very much had just been stirring with a butter knife. He shrugs tiredly. “You know me, merchling, anything for a thrill. Gotta keep things interesting around here, right?” 

“Be honest, how much sleep did you actually get last night?” Wylan asks. 

“Honestly?” Jesper squints blearily at him and grimaces. “Some, I think, if we’re being generous.”

“We’re supposed to be taking turns, love,” Wylan says pointedly, though he’s made the point on several occasions already. Tired as he is—and Wylan is tired. Last night had probably been the first time in weeks that he’d managed to get a proper amount of rest—he hates the thought of Jesper sacrificing all his sleep for his own. 

“I know, but you were asleep, and I was awake anyway—and you looked far too pretty to wake up!” Jesper smiles at him, unfairly handsome even as exhausted as he is. The dark circles under his eyes do nothing to detract from the bright white of his grin and the soft corners of his mouth. Then he yawns, wide and loud, and Wylan honest to Ghezen melts.  

“Just, let me do it next time, yeah?” 

“Maybe,” Jesper offers, that same, placating smile still present on his lips. 

“Jes—” Wylan is about to argue back, but he’s cut off by a sound he’s become intimately familiar with coming from upstairs. 

“Speak of the devil.”

Wylan rolls his eyes. “Our six week old daughter is not the devil, Jesper. She’s an infant.”

“Could have fooled me.” The cries persist in the following seconds, the loud and high pitched keening that’s been the cause of neither of them getting very much sleep as of late. “Saints,” Jesper groans, rubbing a tired hand over his eyes. “How can she be so adorable and then sound like that?” 

“Takes after her father already then, doesn’t she?” Wylan teases, already getting up from the table. “Finish stabbing your coffee, I’ve got it.”

“Oh har har, very funny,” Jesper shoots back, but he still grabs Wylan around the waist and draws him in for a quick kiss before he goes. 

I might continue this at some point but for now here's a tiny slice of wesper as new parents being fluffy <3

[reonnex]

Kaz is the first person Wylan tells about how he really ended up in the Barrel.

There's nothing special about that day. It was just an ordinary day as any in Ketterdam. The only thing different Wylan could think of was Jesper was visting Colm back in Novyi Zem.

Maybe thats why Wylan felt the urge to seek out the Bastard of the Barrel. The only one who could connect to Wylan in a way the others couldn't.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of a councilman vist?" Kaz had said as Wylan entered his office. The man was hunched over his desk, flicking through papers.

"I need to tell you something- personal."

"Do I look like a therapist?" Kaz had grumbled, but sighed. "But fine, what do you want to tell me?"

"I didn't run away." The words felt heavy on his tounge as Wylan spoke. He felt frozen in place, not being to move from the spot in the doorway.

Kaz made no motion to look up to Wylan as he continued to write.

"How I ended up in the Barrel. I-I didn't run away from my father like everyone thought I did."

Kaz had seemed to know where Wylan was going before he could even speak. He didn't look up to Wylan still, but his writing flattered, and Wylan could see a glint in the man's eyes as if he was silently telling Wylan to continue.

And Wylan did.

He admitted everything through shaky breaths. How he was so thrilled to be leaving for this music school, but also heartbroken that he was being sent away.

He told him how he watched the Barrel lights dance through the night on the boat.

How hands wrapped around his neck, and he just accepted his fate in that momment.

How Miggson and Prior got distracted, and Wylan jumped overboard into the water below.

How he swam for who knows how long back to the Barrel. The will to live being the only thing on his mind. He still wanted to live. He wanted to live.

And Wylan told him that he clung onto hope his father didn't know Wylan was almost killed. That his father still cared for him. That was until he opened the papers.

By the time Wylan was done, he was a sobbing mess. Tears caked his cheeks as his knuckles were white from gripping his pant legs.

"He tried to kill you because he replaced you already." Kaz had finally said after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes. He said he wanted the world to forget he had a son."

Kaz had nodded at that before standing up and walked closer to Wylan. He pulled out a hankerchief and handed it to Wylan, who glady took it to wipe his eyes and blow his nose.

"Do you believe in the eye for a eye? Or do you still cling onto your morals?"

Kaz had a deeper meaning to that. Wylan knew that immediately. "I believe it now...But it shouldn't end death." No matter what they did."

"I see." Kaz said. "Thank you for telling me this. If there is anything else you wish to talk about. My office is always open."

And Wylan had left.

The next day, news broke out that Van Ecks throat had been slashed in his cell. It wasn't deep enough to kill him and oddly seemed to be shallow enough to avoid all the major arteries. They had called a healer, but she had been held up helping a lost man with a limp who couldn't read directions know where he was and by the time she arrived, all she could do was stop the bleeding. She couldn't heal the scar it would leave.

He would still be able to talk, but it would be much limited then before.

When Wylan visted Kaz again that day, he had asked him about the attack.

"Despite Hellgates reputation Wylan, people in there have family's still. Sons and daughters they had to leave behind. Family means everything to them. They will do anything to protect those who hold a place in their lives." Was all Kaz has said before ordering Wylan to leave, and that he was busy with papers.

Even with his black gloves freshly clean, they could never get the stain of blood off of them. Wylan noticed the spot of red that was still left on. And knowing Kaz, he would never leave that on him unless he wanted it to be seen.

Sometimes water can wash away the history that has been around it forever. It can erode the stone, break apart land and have its sentiments sink onto the bottom. But it never forgets. The waters will never forget.

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Kisses

Nikolai crosses his legs on the bed and you crawl into his lap.

With your arms around each other, you press kiss after kiss to the underside of his jaw; tracing a line to his neck.

Nikolai loves when you're affectionate like this. They were moments of quiet, content vulnerability.

He giggles and squirms away when you reach that spot but settles back quick enough.

You keep pressing kisses onto his skin

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Can I say something that will probably annoy you?

Kaz: Since when do you ask for permission?

[flamingspud]

Demo Expert or Ransom?

"How do you know that Van Eck won't just run off with Yul-Bayur without paying us?" "That'll be Wylan's job." The demolitions expert snapped his head up at that, his eyes wide as he studied Kaz's face. "What, if he doesn't give us the money we'll throw a bomb at him?" Jesper asked skeptically.

How I think the Wylan Van Eck reveal scene would’ve gone if Netflix hadn’t cancelled the show.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63773725

My work for day 2 of @grishaverse-week !! (Yes I’m late shh)

I saw the shipping and missing scenes and ran with it lol

Fic under the cut:

The atmosphere in the room was less than ideal, to say the least.

Their break-in to Hellgate had gone off without a hitch, and now they were one Fjerdan richer.

However, the tension between him and Nina was undeniable, and Jesper didn't miss how despite her attempts to meet his eyes, Matthias kept dodging them.

"I'll never help you," he hissed at Kaz.

Jesper rolled his eyes, he was starting to sound like a broken record.

That was when Kaz pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. Matthias' eyes went wide.

"Not even for this?"

A pardon.

"I will not betray my country," he repeated, though his temptation was apparent.

A shark like grin appeared on Kaz's face.

"The knowledge of parem could grant grisha more power than you and I can imagine," Kaz told him, "I doubt your country would be too fond of that little secret getting out?"

Matthias scoffed. "If he's in the Ice Court then he's already dead."

"And if he isn't?" Kaz countered, "if someone else gets to him first, like Ravka? Or the Shu? Then what?"

Matthias frowned.

"If he's dead when we get there you'll still get your pardon," he added, "and then you'll be able to go back to your little soldier life."

The disdain on Matthias' face was clear, but he didn't fight back this time.

"Glad to see we're on the same page," Kaz said, "now if you could tell Wylan over there about the Ice Court's security, that would be great."

"You expect me to divulge Fjerda's secrets?" He growled.

Kaz waved the pardon in front of him again before pocketing it.

Matthias scowled, but turned in Wylan's direction.

When Kaz turned around, Jesper spoke.

"So what's this grand plan you have figured out anyway?"

Kaz glanced at him. "You'll see."

"Would it kill you to let any of us in on the plan for once?" Nina asked.

"Yes," was Kaz's response.

She rolled her eyes.

"I have another question," Jesper added, and both Kaz and Nina turned to look at him.

"How do you know that Van Eck won't just run off with Yul-Bayur without paying us?"

"That'll be Wylan's job."

The demolitions expert snapped his head up at that, his eyes wide as he studied Kaz's face.

"What, if he doesn't give us the money we'll throw a bomb at him?" Jesper asked skeptically.

Kaz rolled his eyes and let out a huff as if Jesper was missing something. He then looked at Wylan.

"Do you want to tell them or will I?"

Jesper furrowed his eyebrows inquisitively, and Nina tilted her head to the side. Wylan looked sick.

Wylan swallowed. "Tell them what?" He asked, his voice timid.

"Fine. If Van Eck doesn't comply then we'll threaten to kill his son, Wylan Van Eck."

Nina blinked. "Excuse me?"

Jesper's mouth hung open. "You're a Mercher's son???"

Matthias just seemed confused.

Wylan's face went red, and he darted out of the room.

Jesper turned on Kaz. "You knew this?"

"Why do you think I hired him?"

Jesper had no retort for that, so he chased after his boyfriend.

"Wylan!"

Wylan kept walking as Jesper jogged to catch up.

"When were you planning on telling me your dad is Jan Van Eck?" He asked.

"I don't know," Wylan said nonchalantly without stopping.

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Maybe?" Jesper didn't know how to feel. Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but this felt like something huge to hide.

Wylan spun around. "Yeah, maybe, so what?"

"So what? This is kind of a big thing!"

"Last I checked you haven't told me much about your father," Wylan shot back.

Jesper scoffed. "My Da is a farmer in Novyi Zem, not a member of the bloody merchant council!"

"Why does this matter so much!?" Wylan snapped. "I don't live with him anymore, Ghezen I don't even talk to him anymore! Who he is doesn't change who I am."

Jesper frowned. "Wylan-"

"I need to get back and work on the map." Without another word, Wylan pushed past Jesper and made his way back to the room they came from.

Jesper cursed before following him.

Wylan was sat at a table with Matthias, and the pair were talking in hushed voices.

Nina was staring at them.

Kaz was in the corner of the room, looking at nothing in particular.

Jesper walked over to him. "What was that?"

Kaz's head turned lazily in his direction. "What was necessary."

Jesper's head was spinning. Wylan was Van Eck's son? He knew he had his secrets but Saints.

Jesper glanced in Wylan's direction. He seemed to be making a point of avoiding looking at any of them but Matthias.

"Why'd he leave?"

Kaz shrugged. "Don't know. But from the looks of it, he left of his own accord."

Jesper raised his eyebrows at that. Who in their right mind would choose to leave the laps of luxury for the Barrel?

Kaz pushed himself from the wall he was leaning against, and walked towards the exit. "I want that map done by tomorrow."

Wylan nodded. "Yeah…"

Jesper watched him carefully. He tried to imagine him dressed in nice clothes, in a nice house at some nice party, though he found it difficult.

Why did he leave? And why hadn't he told Jesper? Should he ask him?

Jesper shook his head as a bolt of anxiety shot through him. History's shown he wasn't one for handling things like this delicately. What if he pushed too hard and messed it all up?

Nina approached him. "Can you believe it?"

"Not really," was Jesper's response.

She was looking him up and down, eyes searching for any sign of it, however Jesper didn't miss how they darted to the man he was talking to every now and then.

"So what's up between you and Matthias?" Jesper asked, desperate for the topic change. 

"Too much," she said with a sigh. 

He didn't doubt it, considering the Fjerdan's initial reaction to her presence.

"Don't you have something better to be doing than gossiping about us?" Wylan asked without turning around.

Jesper felt his face heat up. "We weren't-"

"We're on our way out now," Nina assured him, pulling Jesper with her. "Come on."

Jesper had no choice but to follow. Nina led him outside, and blew some hair from her face.

"I'm going to get supplies for the journey," she told him, "wanna come with?"

Jesper looked down the road at all the gambling halls and pleasure houses lining it. "Nah I'm good- I'll meet up with you later, yeah?"

Nina cast him a doubtful look, but Jesper was gone before she could say anything.

He needed to get his mind off of the Merchling and onto their mission, and a few rounds of cards seemed like they'd be the perfect distraction.

[orlissa]

1 Word Writing Prompt #33 Compromise - Darklina

(Hey, look, I wrote something! I saw that there was a "smutsgiving" going on, and I know that I'm late, but I still kinda wanted to participate, and hey, I wrote something.)

Compromise

“I don’t see how this is a compromise,” she says, her voice strained as she braces her palms against the wall, while there is a mad scramble behind her as Aleksander lifts her skirts. “You get what you want, while I don’t.”

This is not strictly true, as evidenced by the wanton moan that tears from her throat as his hand slips between her thighs, but still, they did engage in a battle of wills not so long ago—she wanted to arrive at the banquet on time, looking all proper and regal, and he wanted to tear her clothes off, tumble her into the bed, and have his way with her until dawnbreak. In the end she seemed to win, at least until some miniscule, unconscious gesture of hers broke him and had him drag her into this empty parlor, claiming compromise, the bastard.

“It is very much a compromise.” There is a rustle of fabric as he frees himself. “You get to keep your dress on, after all.” The sentence ends in a near-feral grunt as he slides home. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites into her lip at the sensation, her knees growing weak.

“We’ll still be late,” she says, although there is not an ounce of regret in her voice.

“But not as much as I’d like us to be.”

[marvelmusing]

A Night Of Firsts AU where after finding out the baby is a darkling Aleksander starts taking time out of his day not only for his family but also taking time out of his day to train her 😭😭😭 so cute and your writing as amazing <333

Sunny Days

From the At First Sight AU

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

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Aleksander has always been apprehensive about showcasing his power in front of your children - afraid of frightening them with the darkness that he can summon with the barest hint of a thought.

But Sonya, your eldest, had been delighted by his shadows. As soon as she could speak, she was babbling little stories for the shapes her father created over the wall of the nursery.

The twins follow you everywhere, protecting their mama like Uncle Ivan and Fedoyr protect their papa. Two little adventurers, always seeking mischief and urging Aleksander to join in on their games. After all, having a real shadow maze to trek through is far more exciting than a make-believe one.

Lidiya is always in Aleksander’s lap. It’s her favourite place to be, since it’s the prime position to play with his hands. Ever since she was a little baby, she would cling to his finger with both of her tiny little hands as if she knew, before any of you did, that her own hands held the same power.

Now, with your children growing up faster than you can believe, seeing Aleksander help your daughter with her summoning brings a soft smile to your lips as you watch them.

“Clasp them together, Lidochka,” he instructs her gently. “Like this.”

Her dark brows furrow together in concentration, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth as she copies her father. He nods encouragingly at her.

“Now call your shadows.”

Wisps of darkness slither through the air towards her hands and Aleksander’s eyes are alight with pride.

“Well done, solnyshko.”

The summer sun isn’t too hot yet, since it’s still early in the morning, so your little family has taken advantage of the lull in heat and settled yourselves on the grounds of the Little Palace.

Sonya is sitting beside you, her face buried in a book that had been a birthday gift from you and Aleksander. Her eyes are distant as they skim quickly over the words on the pages, her attention fully immersed in the story.

The twins are playing over the grass, their red keftas discarded onto the floor as they chase after one another. Peering up at the position of the sun, you realise it won’t be long before the Crown Prince - little Kolya - will be arriving to join in on their fun.

King Nikolai and Queen Zoya have done a considerable amount of good for Ravka, with plenty of help from you and Aleksander, and their son has a firm friendship with the twins. He also enjoys asking Sonya questions which you know she secretly enjoys answering. Given that the Prince is only a year younger than her, the two of them appear to get along well despite their drastic differences in personality.

Days like this are among your favourites, with your little family gathered together. Aleksander lifts his eyes to meet yours and from the soft smile on his face you know he feels the same. His smile widens at the sight of you becoming slightly flustered by his gaze.

“Let’s go show your mama how well you summon.”

Her entire face lights up at the prospect of showing you her power. Aleksander has always tried his hardest for her to be proud of her gift with the shadows. She clambers into your lap easily and you help her balance herself with a gentle hand on her back.

“Mama, look.”

Shadows twirl around her fingers with much less finesse than her father’s but to an otkazat’sya like you her power is no less of a marvel.

“Clever girl,” you say, smoothing your hand over her dark curls. “Are you excited about going to school in the autumn?”

She nods.

Aleksander unbuttons the front of his kefta as he sits down the chair next to you, crossing his long legs at the ankle. His eyes skim over to check on the twins, his expression softening as he observes their laughter before his attention returns to you and Lidiya.

“We’ll have to have her measurements taken for her kefta.”

He reaches for the teapot at the centre of the table, pouring a cup for himself.

“Black?” you ask.

He tilts his head slightly as he decanters two cubes of sugar into his tea.

“Genya suggested a blue kefta with black embroidery for everyday use - full black for formal occasions. I wanted to ask what you thought of such a thing.”

You hum quietly, brows drawn together in consideration. Black is not only the colour for a shadow summoner but also the leader of the Grisha.

“I’m not sure.”

Lidiya will already be different from the other Grisha because of her power, wearing a unique kefta will set her apart from them even more but you don’t want to feel as though she should hide her power.

The little girl in question slides down from your lap, running off to play with her brother and sister. As you ponder Aleksander’s suggestion, you keep your eyes on your daughter, trying to picture what will be best for her.

“I think we should keep her in blue whilst she’s in school, to keep her the same as the other summoners.” Aleksander sips on his tea, nodding. “When she’s older she can decide if she wants black.”

“A graduation present perhaps?” he suggests.

You nod with a soft smile. The thought of Lidiya finishing school at the Little Palace seems forever away.

Aleksander turns his head to look at your eldest.

“How is your book, zolotze?”

Aleksander is one of the few people who won’t receive a small frown of confusion in response when Sonya is disturbed from her reading. Instead, she smiles at him.

“It’s good, papa.”

“Will you have finished it soon?”

She hums quietly, her brows creases together in thought - a mirror image of her younger sister - as she considers the book in her hands.

“I think so.”

Aleksander smiles. Sonya reads just as voraciously as her father.

“Why don’t we go to the library tomorrow and pick out a few new ones for you?”

She nods with a smile, closing her book and placing it aside to reach for the cup of tea you’ve poured for her.

Clouds shift above you, allowing the sun to shine down over the grounds of the Little Palace. As you finish your cup of tea, you glance fondly at your husband while he watches your children playing. Lidiya has joined her two older siblings, her shadows dancing at her ankles as she chases after them.

Aleksander turns to look at you, emotion clouding over his dark eyes. The smile he gives you is heartfelt, a tender expression filling his features as you reach for his hand. His fingers curl around yours, bringing them up to his lips for a gentle kiss.

[seidenbros]

18 for the ask games 👀👀👀💕💕

Ahhhh we're going for angst, aren't we? 👀 Thank you for that, and I hope you like how this turned out Taken from Wesper Prompt Game

18. “It's all over now. Don't panic, it's not my blood.”

Wylan’s head was spinning, so much happening all at once. His ears were still ringing from the explosion he’d brought about that had been closer than expected. Than he’d wanted it to be. Too close. Because there had been a piercing scream in the darkness, a voice he knew all too well, which had made his blood run cold.

Jesper.

“Nonononono,” he mumbled to himself, eyes wide, palms sweating, and his heart nearly beating out of his chest. His eyes started watering, because he couldn’t see anything through the smoke, but he needed to find him, needed to make sure that he was okay.

“Jesper!” Wylan called out. He held his breath, listening, hoping that he would hear his voice again, but there was nothing. Maybe, the ringing in his ears made it harder to hear Jesper, that was his hope at least. If anything had happened to him, especially caused by one of Wylan’s bombs, he would never forgive himself.

“Jesper!” he called again, moving forward faster than he should, because he couldn’t really see where he was stepping. All that didn’t matter, though, because he needed to get to Jesper.

“Wylan?”

A sob nearly broke from his lips when he heard Jesper’s voice, not really knowing where he was, but he was there, he was calling out to him. That was a good sign, right? At least he thought so until he eventually found Jesper, stood right in front of him, and his heart plummeted, his fingers going numb.

“Jes,” he whispered, one trembling hand reaching out for him, but he dropped it again, not trusting himself at the moment. Jesper was standing, yes, but there was blood dripping from his arm, his clothes torn at his arms, his chest. The only thing that seemed to be in one piece, was his kilt. There were even blood splatters on his face, his hair matted with it, his hat probably lost somewhere.

Wylan felt his knees go weak at the sight, thinking that he’d caused that. How Jesper was still standing, he didn’t know. Or maybe, he was just there in his imagination, wishful thinking so to say. That must have been it, because the smile on Jesper’s face didn’t make any sense to him.

“This can’t be—” he stopped himself, shaking his head, trying to fight off the nausea, but then he felt someone take his hands. Holding his breath, he looked up to see Jesper up close. Not my imagination. His imagination wouldn’t be able to touch him.

“It’s all over now,” Jesper said, his voice soothing to Wylan’s soul - or maybe it was being able to feel his skin against his own. “Don’t panic, it’s not my blood.”

“What?”

“I’m okay. Just a little bruised, but okay.”

“It’s not–”

“Not my blood.” Squeezing Wylan’s hands, Jesper managed to calm him down, make him take a deep, steadying breath.

“I thought I’d hurt you with—”

“Stop, Wylan.” Without thinking about it - not that Wylan minded one bit - Jesper hugged him tight, burying his right hand in Wylan’s hair. “You saved my life with that. And I’m here. With you. Just breathe.”

And Wylan did. He followed Jesper’s lead, started to breathe together with him, his heart beating at a normal rate again, until his fingers loosened around Jesper’s coat where he’d gripped him.

“Okay?” Jesper asked quietly after pulling back just a little bit so he could look at him.

“Okay,” Wylan answered, jumping slightly when he heard Kaz call out for them.

“On our way,” Jesper called back, only letting go of Wylan to grab his hand. “Let’s get home, clean up, and I can show you that I’m not hurt like that.”

And there he was, the Jesper he knew, that even managed to flirt in a situation like that. Where he’d sometimes roll his eyes at him, right now he was happy about this, because it showed that he was alright. That they were alright.