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🦔 can't go back - send me a character and a scenario or your headcanons about that character and i'll make a moodboard out of it!

family day with nikolai <3 (dad!nik)

family day with nikolai lantsov <3

"Kolya, I really do appreciate you trying to give us some time off, but what I would appreciate even more is if you would actually tell me what we're doing," you huffed as Nikolai led you and the rest of your little family up an impossibly steep hill.

He laughed before pulling out an almost ancient set of keys out of his pocket. "But where would be the fun in spoiling the surprise, my dear?"

"Nikolai."

"Oh come on, take a guess, my love." He jiggled the keys in front of his face and if your kids wouldn't be watching you wouldn't have hesitated to wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face. "I put off all my meetings for today, I exploit my position as Sturmhond to whisk us away to this lovely little island, and now I just pulled out a stack of keys that's probably older than my own grandmother - may she rest in peace. What could I possibly have in mind for us?"

You only raised your eyebrows at his jokes, but eventually relented when a small, ivy-overgrown cottage came into view.

"It's a cottage my mother bought some years ago. Well, one of the cottages she bought. She wanted me to have it should I ever have a family of my own and look where I am now."

The thought of your mother-in-law buying an array of cottages in the middle of nowhere made you giggle a bit, but you pushed that thought to the side in favour of the scene playing out in front of you.

Nikolai lifted your youngest daughter up into the air and put her onto his shoulders, all while she was giggling and laughing like she had gone mad.

"I have a whole day planned for us, love. Don't you worry."

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AHHHH CONGRATS!!!

IT'S SO PRETTY TOO OMG

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hello! this is my event for reaching 0.3k followers <3 this is open to everyone and anyone, i only ask that you send one request for each event, send them separately, and be nice! this event will start march 17th and end march 24th. have fun!

there’s a different paths! which one should we take?

✾ the light path, filled with animals — tell me some of your favourite things and i’ll recommend you a song from my playlist!

❁ the dark path, muddy and in ruins — give me an aesthetic and i’ll make you an outfit!

✿ the labyrinth path, with enough twists and turns to drive you insane — give me a fandom and tell me about yourself, and i’ll ship you with a character (must include gender preference)!

❃ the golden path, warm and shiney — give me a song and i’ll tell you my favourite lyric!

✤ the mystery path, foggy and cold — give me a two characters and i’ll write headcanons about what they’d be like as friends!

the path leads us to one of my favourite fictional worlds! quick, which one do we go to?

✧ neverland — send me a link to one of your fics and let me obsess over it!

🗡 camelot — (close mutuals only) send me this and i’ll assign you one of my favourite characters from my childhood!

🌳 sherwood forest — give me a fandom and a brief description of your personality and i’ll tell you what the characters would think of you!

🐇 wonderland — (mutuals only) send me this and i’ll assign you one of my favourite paintings!

👠 the land of oz — give me a movie and i’ll tell you my favourite scene, character, and quote!

one of my favourite characters from these worlds offers to let us stay forever, who’s hand do you take?

♡ wendy darling — give me a character and i’ll write some headcanons for them!

♥ sir lancelot — give me a character and i’ll tell you what kind of date theyd take you on!

❥ maid marian — talk to me! tell me anything you want :))

۵ mad hatter — tumblr games! (cym, would you rather, etc!

❦ the tinman — (mutuals only) send me this and i’ll assign you one of my insane obscure favourite characters!

tagging some lovely moots &lt;3 - @presidentroarie @seulgibabes @juneberrie @sw34terw34ther @sophierequests @tw-5 @doodlecat2000 @starlit-epiphany @orange-juice-glass @su-alteza-emia @innerloverpainter @sluggmuffin @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @literaturewithliz @madwickedawesome @rainy-nights-and-fairy-lights @space-age-bingus-man @luckynature @moonlarked @nutellani @mira-likes-moths @nyxxxxxxxx @it-be-me-ella @woahlifehitsyahuh @plantbasedvampire

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🌿 i talk in my sleep - send me your ideal idea of a first date and some facts about yourself (name/nickname, favourite pastry, favourite song, random fun facts etc.) and i'll ship you with a character and write a short drabble about them → please specify your sexuality, pronouns and whether the ship is supposed to be romantic or platonic!

Hi! I hope it's still the 14th where you are haha, but if it's passed the date, you can completely skip and delete this!! Ideal Idea of a First Date - Definitely attending a festival or carnival of some sorts! I love strolling around to see different carts and markets and the music and performance!! And ending the day with a fireworks show of some sort! Nickname - On here, my friends call me Oath! (but for the drabble you can just make it an 'x reader'! I don't mind ^_^) Favourite Pastry - I absolute LOVE cookies, especially chocolate chip and when it's soft baked, the best kind uwu Favourite Song - About Time (feat. Kelsey Kuan & prettyhappy) Random Fun Fact - I am pretty introverted when I first meet people, but once I feel comfortable and safe with someone, I open up and become a very energetic and talkative person, especially if it comes to topics I like or the person likes, I love listening to people's interests and have them sharing it with me Sexuality and Pronouns - I am a straight hetero woman, I go by she/her but I don't mind they/them pronouns as well! I would like it to be a romantic drabble please! (And fluff if you don't mind XD) Thank you in advance, I love your work, and I hope you have an amazing day! Take care ^_^

shipping people with grishaverse characters // the garden event

don't worry, you were just in time!

i don't think anyone's surprised by who i'm shipping you with

since we never really heard much about shu han in the books, i took the mid-autumn/mooncake festival as inspiration for this! (it's only very loosely based on it and i don't mention the history, so if you're interested in the festivities, please look them up, it's so interesting to read about!!)

“I cannot believe that the one time Nikolai is dragging us off to Shu Han is also one of the days when the whole country chooses to abandon their houses and fill up the streets,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to anyone else.

Tolya only chuckled in response, a few loose strands of hair falling lazily onto his forehead. Both of you wore a somewhat traditional robe that Nikolai had gotten all of you to blend into the crowds, but only Tamar and Tolya really managed to pull it off. You still had to admit that the fabrics looked more than stunning, especially in the warm red light emitting from all the paper lanterns around you.

“We should be glad that Nikolai didn’t intend on going through with that plan of his today.” He whispered back, almost having to lean down towards you so that you could hear. “We wouldn’t have a chance getting through the streets without causing some sort of commotion.”

“At least something,” you chuckled. “As frustrating as our favourite privateer’s planning skills are, I’m still excited to see what this whole festival is about.”

He raised his brows in amusement. “Have you never heard about the Moon Festival?”

“Tolya, I grew up in Ravka and spent my entire life cooped up at the Little Palace, studying manuscripts older than that hag Baghra, do you really think I know what kind of celebrations the Shu have?”

“Oh dear, then I have a lot to show you.” With that, he grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you face-first into the crowd.

There was so much going on and you barely had time to catch a proper breath before the next impression was basically thrust upon you. 

First, he led you to what looked like a parade passing through the streets. People dressed in colourful hanfus and intricate costumes danced amidst the onlookers, laughing and singing songs that you had never heard before. A few of them held up a giant puppet of a bright green dragon, making it dance and writhe over their heads. It was a stunning display of colours and music alike, and you couldn’t help but gape at the performers as they walked past you.

“Dragon Dance,” he stated matter-of-factly. “It’s a tradition as old as time. They used to only do it during times of drought, because the dragons are associated with rain here, so they hoped that this dance would bring us a prosperous harvest.”

“It’s most definitely a stunning tradition.”

“You’d be surprised about how many stunning traditions the Shu have other than this.” He smiled, letting his eyes wander over the parade one last time before offering you a hand. “Are you hungry? I think I know something that you might like.”

This statement should remain to ring true. He took you to a less crowded market street, vibrant shops and huts lining the sides of the road nearly everywhere you looked. There were shops selling masks, fabrics and dresses, or all kinds of food. 

Tolya stopped in front of a bright red booth, offering something that looked to be tiny sweets. He called them mooncakes and went on a long, complex rant about how his sister always used to steal the best ones while he was left with the flavours that no one really liked. After he was done rambling, he bought a little box full of mooncakes and two cups of Kuei Hua Chen Chiew, also called osmanthus wine as he explained to you later.

For what felt like the hundredth time today, he pulled you away from the commotion and towards a little ledge that overlooked the lower parts of the city and quite a bit of the raging sea. The city was bathed in the red glow of the lanterns and flashing lights, competing against the heavy darkness that surrounded you. It was a strange, but beautiful sight to see. And it was made even more beautiful by the fact that you had someone to share it with.

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uhm?? hi??

i was offline yesterday, and when i opened tumblr this morning i had over one thousand notifications?? one hundred and fifty notifications were new followers?? i reached five hundred followers two weeks ago and now i have seven hundred?? this does not feel real, someone pinch me (or hit me, because this feels so unreal).

i am very certain that the release of season to has sparked this sudden interest in the fandom, but i am very thankful (and a little bit overwhelmed) nontheless <33 so, hi and thank you for everyone that saw my mediocre writing and decided that i am someone worth following, i am genuinely baffled.

i'm currently a bit slumped with finishing my term paper and finishing the requests for my last follower celebration, so i am a bit busy rn, but i promise i'll do something special as soon as i can!! i also still don't have wifi at home, so please bear with me if i'm a bit inactive or selective with the messages i answer!!

tagging my mutuals because i need some emotional support or someone to bonk me on the head rn (or both):

@brekkers-desigirl @writingmysanity @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r @ell0ra-br3kk3r @juneberrie @velvetarcane @maximoffgxrl @factionlessrebel @dellabearry @yesshewrites1 @freddycarterswife @maliciousbrekker @futurecorps3 @rowritesstuff @hufflesight @spaceagebachelormann @zaypay @jahayla-parker @pregnant-piggy @nyxxxxxxxx @vamp-rom-stuff @grimbanes @the-lonewriter @mah33n

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it’s been so lovely to see your writing improve over time

thank you!! i sometimes read some of my old stuff and cringe myself into oblivion until i remember that my writing has gotten quite a bit better since i started, so that's what i choose to focus on. it's so cool to see others noticing that too! :D

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I just discovered the absolute treasure that is Jesper Fahey and I wanted to tell you that your fics of him are giving me LIFE. I love fics about reader pining after the character and finding out the feelings are reciprocated, and you wrote that perfectly over and over again. Like, it makes my heart ache in such a good way. Love him and love your writing!

jesper is an absolute treasure of a character and i am so glad that my x reader fics with him are fuelling your obsession with him gdjhsdk

thank you so much for the compliment, don't we all love our most favourite sharpshooter? i'm so excited to write more for him

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You have 500??? HOLY SHITTT YOU DESERVE 500 MORE

SJHGSAKJDGJ THANK YOU??? THAT'S SO SWEET OMG???

but i have to say that i wouldn't have guessed that 500 people would ever even want to read my fics, nevertheless follow me and my chaotic ramblings and posting schedule, so i'm currently still trying to wrap my head around getting this much positive feedback hdfjkf

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congratulations on 500 followers my love!!! i know we don’t interact much (wished we could but i’m new to all this and it feels weird haha) but i’m so glad u got to this point. i absolutely love your writing and can’t wait to read more in the future.

now,, could i get a 🦊 x reader with Curses by The Crane Wives and Kaz or Nikolai? i’ve been meaning to write smth with those combined but would love to see your take on it!

lay my curses out to rest // the garden event

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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsoc x gn!Reader

A/N: Thank you so so much, love <333 I screamed when I saw you putting in a request with a Crane Wives Song because I just love their music so much!! It took me a bit to figure out whether I should write for Kaz or Nikolai, but I eventually settled for Nik! This song probably deserves a longer fic, but I hope you'll still like it!! (I'd be so interested to see what ideas you had for this song ngl)

Summary: When the curses take a toll on him, he needs someone to be at his side.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.4K (does this still count as a drabble?? for the sake of this event, it does

Warnings: Mention of blood, Nikolai's demon, and slight inaccuracies when it comes to the transformation itself (i know that this is not how the demon works, but leave me be)

The night lay heavy over the rolling fields of Ryevost, a thick blanket of darkness stretching out in front of you. Had it not been for your flimsy lanterns and the sparse lights coming from the surrounding farmhouses at the edge of the city, you wouldn’t have been able to find a way through the vacant country roads and cluttered pathways. Nevertheless, you had to be mindful of the flowing stream rushing alongside the trail–neither of you intended on irritating their horses and taking a swim tonight.

“The farmer I spoke to when we left Os Alta said that he saw him soar towards the market centre, which buildings does that leave us with?” Tamar asked, expectantly looking from Zoya to you.

Zoya’s brows, which had been furrowed ever since Tolya had alerted you of Nikolai’s disappearance, were knitted together in thought. “There’s the town hall, but I doubt that’s high enough for him. The theatre house, the chapel, the–”

“The bell tower!” you interjected, eyes growing wide as you remembered one of the first incidents of Nikolai escaping the Grand Palace. 

“Not again,” the twins sighed in unison. 

“Let’s hope that the demon really is that simple-minded…” Zoya grumbled, giving you a telling nod and spurring her horse into a hasty trot. You and the twins followed.

It didn’t take you long to reach the marketplace, the hooves of your horse against cobblestone being the only sound that cut through the silence of the night. The town was bathed in darkness with only the flimsy streetlamps providing enough light to find your way through the narrow streets. 

You dismounted your horses and slowly approached the bell tower. It was hard to see anything with the sparse light the lamps provided, but you could still make out the towering peak of the building and the brazen shine the bell reflected. At least until a figure flittered in front of it.

Distorted charcoal limbs appeared behind the tracery of the already dilapidated belfry, the monster’s figure vanishing from sight as soon as you made eye contact with it. The town surrounding you had been eerily silent up until that moment. Before either of you could hope to get a word in, a low, vicious scraping of something sharp against wood broke through the silence, accompanied by the jarring squeaking of rusty hinges. Another thud followed before the town square returned to its previous quaintness.

“He’s inside the tower,” you muttered, voice barely audible as a thousand thoughts rushed through your head.

“How do we get him out of there?” Tamar’s fingers immediately found their way to her axes, but you dismissed her with a reluctant hand gesture.

“It’s likely that the hold the beast has on him already started to subside, otherwise he wouldn’t have chosen confinement over flying away.” You paused for a moment, evaluating your options. None of them looked particularly too rosy. “You three stay out here, in case I was wrong and he decides to break away again. I’ll go inside and try to assess the damage.”

Zoya let out a huff of disapproval, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “You cannot be serious? That thing ripped three sheep to shreds only a few hours ago and now you want to be alone with him in a confined space with no easy exit routes? The time at sea really must have rotted your brain more than I thought.”

“I know that this is a terrible idea, but I need you to be outside and ready if that thing crashes through another window again. You three are going to be more useful when it comes down to a chase than I could ever imagine being. I handled his demons before, I can do it again.”

A knowing glint flashed over Zoya’s strikingly blue irises, hesitance written all over her features. Her mind was at war between giving in to your request and rationalizing your doubt in favour of getting at least one of the twins to join you.

“Fine,” she eventually breathed out. “But if–”

“I can handle myself. If the demon dares to come too close to me, I’ll know what to do.”

She huffed in response but still gave you a tight nod in response. You didn’t hesitate further to break away from the group and approach the tower, summoning every ounce of bravery you had gathered in the last few years of being part of Nikolai’s team. It would be a tortuous ascend, but if it meant saving Nikolai, it would be worth it.

The wooden stairs creaked underneath your weight as you descended the narrow staircase that lead up to the archival rooms on the upper floors. You could hear frantic skittering and scratching inside the room above you, a series of muffled wails echoing through the empty halls of the building. It made your heart ache to hear the demon clawing away at every inch of sanity Nikolai had, but there was hardly anything you could do to keep the pain at bay. You could only be with him while it happened.

With steady strides, you reached the room where the noise came from. The wails seemed to have gotten even more excruciating, the closer you got to him and you braced yourself for what might expect you when you entered. 

You didn’t have the heart to listen to it any longer, so without a second thought, you pushed open the battered door and were met with a horrifying sight. 

The entire room was in complete disarray. Papers littered the floor, tables lay discarded and broken all over, and a whimpering mass of black wings and bruised skin was huddled away in the corner, clutching his arms to his chest as if he was cradling something. His ragged wings were wrapped around his shoulders like a cocoon, but you noticed that they were fragile and close to melting away again. From what you were able to see, his exposed chest was littered with scratches and black veins, but other than that he was slowly starting to resemble the Nikolai you knew.

“Nikolai.” Your voice cut through his weeping like a shot through the night. His body stilled for a moment and then a pair of dark, beady eyes turned to look up at you. 

The beast opened his mouth to reveal the rows of sharp daggers lining the inside of his mouth. A terribly wretched noise left his lips and with a startle, you realized that it wasn’t just a noise, it was a name. Your name.

You cautiously broke the distance between you and knelt down next to him only a little bit away from him. He scrambled to get away again, but the wall behind him blocked every attempt at doing so. 

“Nikolai, calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.” You reached out a hand to touch his bare shoulders, the wings retreating into the skin lining his shoulder blades as your skin came in contact with his. “It’s alright, you’re fine. Take deep breaths.”

His head was angled away from you now, eyes shut tightly while he refused to look at you. The more time passed, the more he looked like the man you knew. The pads of your fingers traced circles on his skin as you desperately tried to get him to stop shaking, but he just couldn’t seem to catch a proper breath.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please get away from me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me. You’re okay, Kolya.” You inched a bit closer just enough to wrap the blanket around him and let him break down in your arms. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear. “I’m so sorry.”

You shushed him gently, pulling him impossibly close to you. “Shush, it’s going to be alright, Kolya. I’ll stay with you until it’s alright again.”

A bitter laugh cut through his sobs. “I fear that nothing’s ever going to be alright again.”

“Then I’ll just have to stay with you through all of that.”

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Grishaverse fics in general: @yesshewrites1 @dal-light @treasureofmy-heart @pomagranteseeds

Nikolai Lantsov: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kaye-here @maximoffgxrl @lastwandastan @horny4knives

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🍃 pretty little things - ask games! i have never done them before but i want to try it so bad (e.g. cym, fuck, marry, kill, whatever you can come up with really) → these asks aren't only limited for the grishaverse, but every fandom i'm in!

CYM AS NARNIA CHARACTERS <3

cast your mutuals as narnia characters

all this makes me want to reread the books again!! i miss my favourite traumatized siblings :((

but anyways, here you go, love!! <3

(and yes i'm including the talking mouse and eustace, i love both of them, sue me)

aslan: @pregnant-piggy @jahayla-parker

peter: @hufflesight @grimbanes

edmund: @writingmysanity @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r @velvetarcane @zaypay @romanticvampire

susan: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @factionlessrebel

lucy: @brekkers-desigirl @spaceagebachelormann @nyxxxxxxxx

mr. tumnus: @juneberrie @yesshewrites1

eustace: @maximoffgxrl

prince caspian: @maliciousbrekker @the-lonewriter

reepicheep: @futurecorps3

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WYLAN!! <333

🦔 can't go back - send me a character and a scenario or your headcanons about that character and i'll make a moodboard out of it!

WYLAN AND A A A A A A A A A A A A A Q Q Q A wait let me think. A BOOKSTORE DAYE

bookstore day with wylan van eck <333

"Do you even know what you're looking for?" Wylan peered over the mountain of books you had placed on the desk in front of him while he was busy leafing through the pages of some musical score he was interested in.

The prospect of buying new sheet music was probably the only reason he agreed to join´you on your trip to the bookstore. Well, that and your offer of getting hot chocolates with him after you were done.

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm not looking for anything specific, Wy. I'm just here to see what's new," you laughed, pulling out another copy of a book you actually already owned. This book had a prettier cover though, so you also put it on your list of things to keep in mind.

Wylan threw himself back into his armchair with an almost theatrical groan. He really did enjoy spending time with you, but watching you pick up the same novel for the twentieth time today to consider whether it would be worth buying or not was just a bit irritating for him. At least this bookstore had a pretty extensive collection of scores.

"Alright, let me just look at these three...four books and we can leave." You waved a very pretty, but also very old-looking copy of some classic novel around and gave him a reassuring smile. "I still have to treat you to a hot chocolate after all. And I wouldn't want the café to already be closed, would I?"

He snorted, slightly disbelieving of the statement that you could restrain yourself in any way shape or form when it came to books. Still, he patiently waited for you to be done with your shopping and was more than ecstatic to finally grab something warm to drink.

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my one true goal in life would be having a picnic with jesper in the fields of novyi zem ngl 😭

i love colm with all my heart

(hehe, good. but i will not take any responsibility for your death)

🦔 can't go back - send me a character and a scenario or your headcanons about that character and i'll make a moodboard out of it!

JESPER AND HAVING A CUTE LIL PICNIC <33

going on a picnic with jesper fahey <333

"I hate it when you do that, Jes."

Jesper turned his head and gave you an affronted look. "You hate it when I surprise you? That's pretty hurtful, love."

"No, I hate it when you force me to drop everything and pull me out of the house to drag me into a field. I was having such a nice conversation with your Da."

He let out an overdramatic sigh and gave your hand a playful pull, landing you right in his arms. "You can continue your conversation later, I promise. I just wanted to show you something. Look."

Your eyes followed his gaze and landed on a little clearing a few meters to your left. A few rays of sunlight clambered through the crowns of the surrounding trees, illuminating a spread out blanket in the middle of the grass.

"A picnic?"

"A picnic!" A wide grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "

"For me?"

"Well, I was hoping that I'd be invited too, but if you intend on eating alone that can also be arranged."

You gave a light jab to the ribs, but his smile didn't falter. He was simply content with having you there, the rest didn't matter.

→ to my event post!

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dfsgjggfjkdf thank you <333

i love jesper so much and i cannot wait to write more for him istg

🦊 nothing at all - send me your favourite song and a grishaverse character of your choice and i'll write a short drabble about it (can be x reader but it doesn't have to be)!

with overdrive by conan gray and jesper fahey?

tysm in advance, you deserve 800 followers, you're an amazing writer <333

let's trust the night // the garden event

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Pairing: Jesper Fahey x gn!Reader

A/N: This is the first drabble posted for the garden celebration and of course it had to be Jesper <3 Like I already said, these are way shorter than the fics I would normally write, but writing full fics for this event would be way too much work, so I hope y'all understand. I hope you like this, and thank you for the compliment! <333

Summary: Jesper meets someone that sends his mind into overdrive.

Genre: Fluff?

Word Count: 700-ish

Warnings: Alcohol and gambling addiction

The door to Kaz’s office slammed shut and a thundering of footsteps rumbled down the stairs mere seconds after. Inej frowned, already preparing for the inevitable whirlwind of emotions she would be confronted with next. And as if she could have foreseen it, Jesper stormed into the living room, visibly furious. 

His hands hovered dangerously close to the grip of his revolvers, an instinctual reaction to him being under stress, maybe even a reflex at this point. But with the menacing glint reflecting in his strikingly grey eyes, it could have just as well been an unspoken warning to stay away. A warning that Inej pointedly chose to ignore.

“Jes,” she sighed, crossing her legs in front of her like a mother who was preparing to lecture her kids. “Jesper, slow down. Take a seat and breathe.”

He didn’t do either of those things. He barely even spared her a glance as he steered past her and right in the direction of the exit. She turned her head and watched him yank his jacket off the coatrack, nearly pulling down the whole thing while he was at it. 

“Jesper! Where are you going?” 

“Out!” With that, he was out the door, and Inej was left to pick up the mess their fight had created.

He needed a distraction. He needed basically anything that could get his thoughts away from the suffocating feeling of sitting in Kaz’s office and letting one of his closest friends berate him, stripping him of every last ounce of self-worth he believed to have. 

The call of the tables and free-flowing alcohol lured him back to the only place of solace he ever had: the Crow Club. He craved the thrill of testing his luck, the light-headed feeling he got every time he rolled the dice, the burn of whiskey scraping the inside of his throat. There was an itch inside of him, an itch he needed to scratch before it drove him insane. 

Jesper’s hands twitched upon hearing the gravelly voice of the dealer and taking in the billowing clouds of cigarette smoke surrounding him. The anticipation of returning to the tables only spurred on the erratic beating of his heart as his feet almost subconsciously stirred him in the direction of the bar. A drink was needed to get himself in the right mood first.

He asked the bartender for his usual and sat down on one of the barstools placed alongside the counter. Inej would probably rip into him once he got back later, not only for gambling but also for drinking, however, he couldn’t bring himself to care enough. Maybe if she had been the one to slip up Kaz wouldn’t have resorted to letting his anger out of him. Maybe if she-

“Excuse me?” Someone to his right nudged his shoulder and he was pulled away from his internal monologue by a stranger staring at him with kind, glittering eyes.

Well, not exactly a stranger per se. He had seen you before–quite a few times actually. You didn’t look like you belonged in the Barrel, but for some reason, you fit in perfectly; like a puzzle piece, you completed nearly every drunken night or gambling spree. You always seemed to be there, dancing, drinking, laughing with the other patrons. He had seen you once, and ever since then, he couldn’t stop seeing you. And whenever you passed him a smile or even the tiniest wink, he felt his mind going into overdrive. There was so much he wanted to say, but he could never pull himself together enough to actually go through with it. 

“Is that seat taken?” You pointed to the empty barstool next to you. “The bar has filled up quite a bit in the last half hour, and it seems like I missed my cue to get a drink in a somewhat peaceful manner.”

He felt his cheek flush with heat, but a sudden rush of adrenaline made him open his mouth before he had even sorted his thoughts. “The seat is, in fact, not taken yet, but it does come with the price of my company.”

“That doesn’t sound like a price, more like a bonus.” You passed him a small grin before you turned to order your own drink. “I’ve seen you around quite a few times, yet I never managed to catch your name.” 

He knew that he probably shouldn’t indulge in whatever this conversation had to offer. You were another distraction that could get him into even more trouble than he was already in. However, something inside him to trust the night.

“Jesper Fahey, but you can call me anything you like.”

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happy ides of march to all the sab fans who were stabbed slaughtered murdered today by that 7 min clip

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Hello guys! I just came to say that I will not take responsibility for the person I may become tomorrow, I hope you understand the extreme crazy situation I find myself in, I apologize for the inconvenience and I appreciate your comprehension.

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WYLAN AND A A A A A A A A A A A A A Q Q Q A wait let me think. A BOOKSTORE DAYE

bookstore day with wylan van eck <333

"Do you even know what you're looking for?" Wylan peered over the mountain of books you had placed on the desk in front of him while he was busy leafing through the pages of some musical score he was interested in.

The prospect of buying new sheet music was probably the only reason he agreed to join´you on your trip to the bookstore. Well, that and your offer of getting hot chocolates with him after you were done.

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm not looking for anything specific, Wy. I'm just here to see what's new," you laughed, pulling out another copy of a book you actually already owned. This book had a prettier cover though, so you also put it on your list of things to keep in mind.

Wylan threw himself back into his armchair with an almost theatrical groan. He really did enjoy spending time with you, but watching you pick up the same novel for the twentieth time today to consider whether it would be worth buying or not was just a bit irritating for him. At least this bookstore had a pretty extensive collection of scores.

"Alright, let me just look at these three...four books and we can leave." You waved a very pretty, but also very old-looking copy of some classic novel around and gave him a reassuring smile. "I still have to treat you to a hot chocolate after all. And I wouldn't want the café to already be closed, would I?"

He snorted, slightly disbelieving of the statement that you could restrain yourself in any way shape or form when it came to books. Still, he patiently waited for you to be done with your shopping and was more than ecstatic to finally grab something warm to drink.