#shadow and bone drabble

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: I get this weird feeling in my chest when I see you.

Kaz:

Y/N:

Kaz: Is it heartburn? I could ask Nina to try and help?

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[wh0refornikolailantsov]

omg hi could you maybe do a high-school au where you're failing English lit and Tolya is assigned as your tutor and you had no idea he was good at English and just mutual crushing vibes over poetry and maybe he's a jock and you go to his games to cheer him on and yeah...

the song could be Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince by Taylor Swift

Okay, look. Normally I don't do AU stuff, because, so many reasons, but I looked at this request and thought about it, and then I thought about it out loud and it sent me and bestie spiralling so fast into a whole Shadow and Bone High School AU concept, that I kind of, have to write this. I kind of have to, but it will have a lot (A LOT) of AU background info so hold on tight buddy. It may get to the point where you're asking yourself "what happened to the original plot of the movie," and to that I say... Idk.

Between Classes And The Bell - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Explicit Language. Spoilers for Seasons 1 & 2 And Potential Book Spoilers Implied Throughout. Not Canon Compliant, As AU But Canon Referenced Throughout. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Word Count: 5k+

"My expectations are low," Kaz says, tapping his cane against the table as he passes Zoya, a gentle taunt. Zoya purses her perfect lips and taps her pencil against the table, refusing to take the bait. "But they can always go lower, of course."

"You really think this is an argument you'll win, Brekker?" Zoya asks, turning in her seat to look at him. He smiles, eyes darting to make sure there is no teachers to oversee the devilish smirk, and clasps his spare hand over the one holding the cane.

"Never been in a fight I couldn't," he says. Zoya looks ready to explode. And you can understand why, Kaz never loses Debate, and she was just beginning to think she had the upper hand on him, but he had only wanted her to think that.

"I don't think we need to take this so seriously," says another classmate, "we aren't being supervised."

"I think taking things more seriously when unsupervised is essential to a thriving environment," Kaz is mocking Zoya and she knows it. She wants to do something, and if she let her heated nature get the better of her, she might. But she just folds her arms, and takes in a deep breath. As Head Girl she has to be composed, and as Captain of the cheer squad she has long learnt composure. When Zoya breathes it is like even the air is competing for her attention, she is that kind of beautiful. You glance at her and she has her eyes closed, calming herself. She shouldn't let Brekker get under her skin so easily, but Zoya takes everything very seriously, whereas Kaz gives the illusion of caring about school, all the teachers think he is a perfect student, and his grades suggest as much, but it is more of a game to Kaz. But that would go unnoticed by most, after all, no body tends to look too closely at a boy with a cane. But you don't doubt he is probably the most threatening of all of you. You'd heard a rumour once that he was running a blackmail scheme and that's why his grades were perfect without trying. But you knew Kaz was smarter than he cared to display, and you didn't want to put too much stock in rumours. School is so full of them after all.

You get up as the class empties, and you try not to pay close attention to the way Kaz hovers in the room, awaiting it's empty, you cannot tell if he is waiting for someone or waiting for the silence.

Zoya is headed for cheer practice and you are quick to step out of her way, it is best not to get under her feet at the best of times, yet again when she is fuelled with rage from an argument and especially when she is running late at the expense of losing said argument.

You step to the side to let most of the crowd pass, but as the corridors empty you feel yourself getting confused about where you were going. You catch a glimpse of your science partners leather messenger bag, and watercolour eyes and you nod to yourself, science, you're sure you've got a science next... but which one? Probably Chemistry, you'll settle for Chemistry.

"You're getting all turned around again," comes a voice from behind you. You turn and the familiar face of Inej Ghafa, is closer than you expected it to be. Inej is one of The Dregs like Kaz, you hated that name, but High School will be as High School will be and names like that sort of stuck. They called them The Dregs because they were scholarship students who couldn't afford to be in the school without the scholarship, 'Dregs Of Society' as a senior had not so politely explained to you one day when you were fresh in and dumb enough to ask. You nearly jump out of your skin, seeing here so close to you, without sensing her at all. She has a tendency to do that, so light on her feet, petite and so quiet. You have often wondered if the ability to walk unheard came first or if it was something she had learned from being a gymnast. If the acrobatics came naturally and the silence was learned, you're not sure which would be more impressive. Inej is simply a marvel, her scholarship is based on her gym skills and you would never doubt why, you've never seen someone able to preform with such confidence and prowess as her. But more than that, it's her heart you've noticed most, so quiet and yet so endlessly kind.

"Am I?" you ask her. She nods.

"You have English," she tells you, pointing towards the arts block.

"I have Chemistry," you say quickly but Inej shakes her head.

"No you had Chemistry last semester in this time slot on a Thursday," she corrects you, "now you have English."

You pause, but you realise she is right. You don't bother questioning how she knows that, one of the things you were quick to learn about Inej was she seemed to know everything about everyone, it came with the quietness you guessed, that she can hear and learn everything about everyone while no one even notices she's there. You wonder if that's what Kaz sees in keeping her so close, but then again based on the way the boy looks at her, you'd guess that was something else.

You turn to thank her but she has already disappeared from sight.

You're not late but you are cutting it close when you make your way to your seat. Nina, who you know relatively well from the short time you spent in the drama department last year, at her own coaxing, throws you a smile. "Pass this back to the pretty one?" she asks, handing you a note.

You glance over your shoulder and you don't need to ask who she means, you should have guessed. Matthias is looking even less eager to be in this class than you feel, but you don't blame him. For an exchange student Matthias doesn't seem to be thrilled to be here at all, most of the time, except when he is with Nina, which he is every moment he has the opportunity to be.

Every time you hear him speak it is to tell Nina that something she is doing is improper, and where he grew up that would've never been allowed, and yet every time you see him he is staring at her with a look in his eyes that could make you believe in love all on its own.

"Please?" Nina asks, fluttering those long beautiful eyelashes at you. You've never seen anyone say no to Nina Zenik, it might not be at all possible.

"Of course Nina," you tell her and hand the note back. Matthias frowns, and you can see the thoughts bubbling to the surface. He mumbles something about etiquette and respect for educators and then recognises Nina's handwriting and stops his grumbling.

"I think I am winning him over yet," she grins before turning back to the front of class. Nina was studying to be a nurse, but after a particularly rough semester switched carer plans and now intends to be a mortician, most of her bubbliness has come back to her, but it's clearest enough when she has the blonde in her eyeline, he truly brings out the best in her.

You find yourself tuning out most of the lesson, which you know you shouldn't, your Literature teacher is old enough that you feel like you should be able to get away with not paying attention, but you know she sees everything, and you're more than a little convinced everyone is afraid of her. So you're knocked sick immediately when Miss Morozova asks you to stay behind as the class is finishing up. You hope for a moment you might have misheard her, but her cold eyes on you is confirmation that you didn't.

She beckons you to the desk with a flick of her wrist and you approach, wondering what misstep you took, but she just slides your previous paper across the wood at you, and you see your mark and goose bumps spread through your skin. Fuck.

"You're going to fail," she tells you. She has never had a knack for encouragement or being gentle with her students.

"That is not what I had hoped," you admit. She laughs, it's a cold type of laugh, all apathy and disappointment.

"Not about hope child, it's about application and effort, I am not sure if you're missing the point or if you are not trying to see the point at all, either way you're not getting where you need to be," she shuffles a few papers, "so I have assigned you a tutor, hopefully that should fix your shortcomings, if not you will fail this class."

"A tutor?" you ask, the cold feeling just continues to spread through your body. Please not Zoya, please not Zoya. You don't doubt she is good at it, you've seen the turn around of Zoya's tutoring, but she intimidates you if you're honest and you don't think that is optimal for your learning. "Who?"

"Tolya Yul Bataar," she says, not bothering to look at you, "I have already informed him, the rest he will sort out, you're dismissed."

"Tolya?" you ask. You hadn't thought about it, you know he is in the advanced class, but you'd never given it much thought. Always seen the jock first, which isn't surprising, his education likes to focus on his sports, they treat his twin sister Tamar the same. Their skills making your school highest in competitive sports, it makes the school want to focus on their athletics. But you're a little annoyed at yourself for not even thinking about it.

You've thought about Tolya more than enough to have justified thinking about his academics. But the slight crush you've had on the athlete who stands taller than you can reason and with arms you're convinced could move mountains, you have had time to think about him.

You had lunch with his sister once, just the once. Tamar is nowhere near as tall as her brother, with short cropped hair which is a contrast to Tolya's own, but her strength is just like his, even for her size she is fierce and unrelenting. She looks like she could fuck you up, and you know she has the power behind her to back that up, and she would, and is willing to if the need arises. Her girlfriend Nadia had also been present at that lunch and you'd wanted to talk more than you had. Tamar was a type of brave you often wanted to be, unapologetic in her braveness, equal parts bark and bite.

You don't try asking anymore questions, you're pretty eager to get out the classroom that you walk straight into the corridor, not thinking to look around you, and are met by a leaning Tolya, who is rested up against the notice board beside the door. If normally he makes your heart skip a few beats, seeing him waiting for you nearly makes your heart stop. You tell yourself that's a fear response, but you know you're lying. "Tolya," you say breathing a little too heavily.

"I didn't take you for the flunking English type," he smiles at you, "but then again how well do you know a person?"

You smile, trying to not blush too deeply and give yourself entirely away. "I didn't know I was flunking," you admit.

"That isn't reassuring," he says, but he isn't criticizing you, you know criticism when you see it.

"It wasn't supposed to be."

"I am sure we can fix it up, I am... fond of prose."

You're supposed to be studying Remains by Simon Armitage, but even in his tutoring state, you can tell Tolya is finding the poem just as painful as you are. You don't want to be difficult, you don't mean to be, you're stressed about the fact you're going to flunk English Lit, and you know Tolya wants to help. But this poem is driving your attention elsewhere, and in an attempt to not stare at the large, pretty, tutor doing his best to go through themes with you, you let your eyes wander around the library.

Jesper Fahey, the lean theatre student with the true talent for dramatics in every aspect of his life, right down to the way he is dressed with bejewelled collar pins and matching cufflinks, is leaning over your chemistry partner, giving him that smile you recognise. Jesper has always been a flirt, and he never misses the mark, you've seen him flirt with nearly everyone around, but he only ever gives Wylan those eyes. You'd seen it first the day Wylan has suggested pyrotechnics for one of their next play, the same day Jesper tried to pitch Rocky Horror, they were a strange match, but perfectly matched in their strangeness. You especially liked Wylan, as your partner in the sciences you spent enough time with him to know that he is so smart, the kind of smart that makes your head spin, he could be a scholarship student, but he actually is a Legacy, not that you'd know it by looking at him, or talking to him. He doesn't really talk about his family, and you never pushed, knowing he runs the tech for the drama kids and can make homemade fireworks is a decent amount of know about a person.

"Am I boring you?" Tolya asks, his voice soft.

"No," you chuckle, "but I won't lie Simon Armitage is, maybe to death."

Tolya offers you a chuckle in response. "In honesty, I would like to say there is credit in all poetry, and I think there is, something for everyone, but I am inclined to agree this is no Keats," Tolya concedes.

"Or Wordsworth, or even Larkin," you add. He smiles.

"So you do like poetry?" he asks. You frown.

"Did I leave you with the impression I didn't?" you ask. He tilts his head, and he looks so unreasonably large in that blue library seat that you bite your tongue to not giggle at it.

"I had to read your previous paper to prep," he says, "you made it sound like poetry was the lowest form of art."

"I didn't mean for it to sound like that, maybe that poem," you joke, "but not all poetry."

"So, what poems do you like?" he asks, closing the book.

"What poems do you like, I didn't take you for the type," you give that preconception willingly, hoping to dismiss it quickly, and get his true interests locked into memory in a hope to know him better.

"All muscle and no appreciation for art?" he asks. You shrug.

"I never thought you were only muscle," you say, "you've got height too."

He laughs a little too loud for the library but you're too busy smiling to care. "I like classic poetry, epic prose," he admits.

"Iliad?" you ask. He grins.

"Yeah, Homer is up there," he nods, "also The Cantos."

"Oh is that... Ezra Pound?" you check, genuinely unsure if you're right but the gleam in his eyes tells you that you are before his words do.

You sit for a while, swapping favourites and preferences and you don't hear the sound of the bell ringing, calling you to classes, you just keep listening to Tolya reciting from memory and you think you could listen to that forever.

"I hate to pull you away," comes a voice anyone would recognise. You look up and the resident Lantsov, Nikolai with his puppy grin and sparkling eyes is looking at Tolya, "but you are very late."

Tolya glances at the time, as long in you as you were in him, and gets up a little too quickly. "I lost track of time," he admits.

"I can see that," Nikolai spares you a glance, and smiles back at his friend. Nikolai is charming, charming in all the ways a politician might be without half the deceit and double the bravado. Handsome in the way that he knows he is handsome and leans on it, but doesn't rely on it solely like people as pretty as he often do. But it works for him, and you understand where it comes from. Lantsov is a Legacy student, which gets him a lot of allowances, but his older brother got expelled a few years back and he has been under a lot of pressure to not fuck up like Vasily did. So he goes the extra mile, does the extra work, head boy, and boy scout all in one, just to fix what his brother broke. The new girl Alina is hovering not far behind, Nikolai took a liking to her immediately, she looks lost in this place, she got in on a scholarship for a sport she didn't play and has been trying to juggle everything ever since. But she mostly talks about missing home, she has a boy back at her old school, a boy her heart aches at the absence of. Usually that sort of thing is a lie, but the way she talks about him, you would never doubt, you're not sure of his name, you've heard it once or twice, Hal, Mal maybe, you don't let your mind linger on the thought.

"I have to go, but I promise to meet you here tomorrow?" Tolya asks you, bringing you back to the library and out of your mind.

"I'll be here," you say. You watch the three of them walk away, the twins have been close to Nikolai as long as you've known any of them, thick as thieves and twice as protective of one another. You can admire a friendship like that.

"And the final stanza, ending with that imagery," Tolya is trying so very hard to stay on topic, but you are tapping your fingers across a very old copy of Odyssey and he knows you're trying to pull his attention away, and you know it's working.

"or six-feet-under in desert sand, but near to the knuckle, here and now, his bloody life in my bloody hands," you recite. "I know Tolya, it is ingrained in my mind I promise you."

"If you fail the next essay you won't be stuck with me anymore, you'll be failed," Tolya reminds you.

"I am very aware of my predicament," you straighten up, "fail and well fail, or succeed and be told the tutoring is effective and I must continue to spend these hours with you."

The way you tease him makes him want to forget the studying all together and just keep you in his company for longer, without explanation or reason beyond just wanting you there.

"This is such torture for you, isn't it?" He asks, not meaning a word.

"Not in the slightest," you confess. "My favourite part of the day, and not just because you bring really good snacks."

"I do," he agrees reaching to take a biscuit from the centre of the table. "Are you coming to the game?"

The question strikes you as odd, you have spent weeks with Tolya and you've discussed art and music and poetry at length, but you've avoided talking sports, you thought because he had wanted not to talk about it, but with this question you wonder if maybe you've been negligent in not asking him about that aspect of his life. If you've come across as uninterested in the athletics and dismissive because of it, and that thought fills you with an uncomfortable nervousness.

"I hadn't been planning on," you say slowly, "should I?"

"It's going to be a good game," he says, "a competitive one." You nod, trying to seem more enthusiastic than you're sure how to be about sports. "It's an important game," he admits, "and I would... like to have you there, if you want to come?"

"Are you asking me to come watch your game?" you ask, twiddling your pencil between your fingers. He smiles.

"Yeah, I kind of am," he admits, "is that okay?"

"Yeah," the blush creeps up your neck but has the respect to stay away from your cheeks, weeks alongside Tolya you've had to train yourself to blush more subtly, "I'd like that."

Genya and Nina are both fussing over Zoya in preparation for the game, Genya because she wants to be beautician and it is helpful, Nina because it's her prerogative to get involved wherever she wants to. Seeing Genya and Zoya be so friendly with one another is still a little unnerving, due to a not so friendly rumour about Genya and a teacher Genya had been the subject of a lot of hate from the girls at school. Zoya was among them. But the last year has brought everyone a lot closer, and everyone has become a lot more understanding, and Zoya with the help of Alina went around getting Mr Kirigan fired for his unprofessional behaviour, that which they could prove anyway. Genya weathered the worst of it all, and she never seemed to shake.

"Genya if you do not stop fussing me," Zoya warns her, but it's coming from a softer place than her normal warning tone. Zoya holds a lot of guilt when it comes to Genya, about not defending her, about not believing her, about not protecting her from the rumours.

Even Zoya had her fair share of rumours, the real reason as to why she doesn't date, the way her eyes linger moments too long on a pretty girl in the hallway, but again, you didn't like to put too much stock into rumours.

Genya twirls one of her red tendrils around her hand, trying to keep them off Zoya's long dark hair which she has pulled up into a ponytail. "Can I at least-,"

"No," Zoya says sternly. "David, please come get your girlfriend."

David, the reed thin brunette who rarely understands half of what is going on around him, looks up from the book he is reading, something on geology and metallurgy, to look at Genya who gives him a sweet smile, and he gives her a little wave, not having heard exactly what Zoya said. David and Genya are high school sweethearts, the type that you're not even aware you are rooting for at first, but at some point you realise the happiness of their relationship is the thing you are basing your idea of true love on.

"You're coming tonight right?" Nina asks you, throwing you a look across the room, you hadn't realised she noticed you being there, between trying to keep Genya from trying to colour Zoya's hair and Zoya from trying to kill Genya with a look.

"To the game?" Genya turns her eyes to you and they're glistening with anticipation. "I didn't realise you found your school spirit."

"I was invited," you explain.

"Yeah, by a tree with the muscles of a Saint," Nina quips giving you a wink. "I don't think it's school spirit they've found."

"Tolya?" Genya asks, tone shifting up a pitch with her eagerness.

"Don't say it like that," you say. Genya leans up on her elbows, resting her pretty face over her crossed hands.

"Like what?" she asks.

"Like," you gesture to her in her entirety, "like that, like you think you know something I don't know."

"If your truly flunking Lit, I think we all know something you don't know," Zoya says, "now can we get this show on the road, I cannot and will not be late."

"Ignore her," Nina mouths, "she's just cranky because... well because she is Zoya."

The air is brisk but you don't feel cold as you walk towards the field, you see Brekker underneath the bleachers talking with someone you don't recognise, but you pretend not to see anything.

Wylan has his arms around Jesper's neck in the back of the stands, and he looks less lost and more found. Matthias and Nina are bickering by the food queue about how acceptable sweet toppings are on savoury foods and she is too wrapped up in her fun game of wind up Matthias to see your wave, but you don't mind.

Zoya has corralled the cheerleaders and they're all pretty ready, Alina is staring trying not to get roped into anything as one of the cheerleaders in blue tries to tell her how good cheer is for the spirit.

Nikolai is trying to convince Zoya of something but you're not sure what, but you are at least sure it isn't working.

You are brought out of your people watching by feeling a presence close to your side, you turn your head and Inej is walking in stride. "Tolya is looking for you," she says, and you expect her to disappear into nothing as quickly as she appears, but she doesn't. She is a girl after all, not a ghost.

"When does the game start?" you ask.

"You have time," she assures you. She points south and you follow that guidance, and you see Tamar leaning on the gate, she is talking with some of the other players, and she looks so at home. It would be hard to believe there was a time when Tamar had to argue her way onto the team, given how much she has to offer.

Tamar gets a warning for cursing with enthusiasm and you cannot help but chuckle. If the other team wants a fight, they will definitely find one with her. You're about to ask if someone has seen Tolya when you feel the shadow casting across your shoulder.

"I'll get them back," Tamar is insisting.

"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much," Tolya quotes, standing beside you. Tamar throws her brother an unamused look.

"Oscar Wilde," you say craning your neck up to look at Tolya. He looks different in his sporting kit, but his hair is still held back the same, and his arms are still exposed to the cold air, just not with rolled up sleeves this time. Looking at him makes you feel cold, and you want to ask him how he isn't.

"You're shivering," he points out.

"I am?" you ask, glancing down at your own body, "I hadn't expected it to be so cold."

"Here," Tolya reaches behind him into a bag and pulls out a jersey, it's for the team and is sporting his number on the back, he hands it to you with one hand. "So you're warm."

You take it slowly, mind racing with the many implications of such a small, kind gesture, and you don't want to jump the gun with this, with him. "Thank you," you manage, slipping the fabric over your shoulders. "I didn't even realise you had one of these."

"Everyone on the team has one," he says.

"No, a jacket," you tease, "you never wear one."

He shrugs. "I don't get cold," he explains, looking around to see how quickly he needs to make his way to the field.

"Then why did you carry it with you?" you ask. The jersey smells like Tolya, from being in his bag you'd guess, and you feel a weight in the side pocket, reaching in you find a small packet of dried mango. You let yourself smile at that.

"I've got to run," he says, "wish me luck?"

"Break a leg," you say, "or is that just something you say for theatre?"

"I'll take it," he says before joining the team.

You'd not given the sports of your school too much thought, but watching Tolya play you must admit you weren't giving the sport aspect much thought even now. You cheer for Tolya, not the game, you're watching Tolya, not the game. If anyone asked you what was happening you're not sure you'd be able to offer more than this name.

If you had any doubts about your schools victory they would have been quickly squashed by the victory cries from Tamar, all fervour and for more expletives than the coach is happy for there to be. She gets a whistle of a warning and a stern look which she just brushes off, letting her brother pull her into a hug.

You are leaning on the fence, which you hadn't noticed until now, with Tolya approaching you. The field is lower set than the stands but Tolya still feels very tall as he gets closer. You can understand why Nina described him as treelike. "Good game," you say. The warmth of his jersey on your skin feeling as secure as that embrace you watched him give Tamar, and it leaves you reaching out for him with eager thoughts and hesitant hands. You tuck them deep into your pockets- his pockets, trying not to give yourself away.

"Thank you," he says, the adrenaline in his smile is dizzying. "Thank you for coming by the way, it means a lot."

"Thank you for inviting me," you say. You want to say more, you want to find the words for this feeling, this gentle buzzing that is sparking between the two of you.

"Ask her you coward," Tamar calls from her place now sat next to Nadia, straddling the bench of a lower section of the bleachers, sharing a milkshake with her girlfriend.

Tolya laughs. "I made a bet with my sister, if we win I had to take that win, and take a risk," he says, and for someone so tall he looks so nervous. "And we won."

"You did," you nod, "quite well I think."

"Really well," he admits, laughter echoing in the spaces between the words.

"So what risk?" you ask, feeling yourself leaning onto your toes, needing to know, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

"I was wondering if you'd like to see me, outside of school hours?" he asks.

"Like now?" you ask, trying to keep the smile at bay. He tilts his head in a nod.

"Yeah, like now, but maybe more... just us," he says. You feel like you might fall down but you can't help but tease him.

"For studying?" you ask. He can tell you're playing with him.

"No," he says, "not for studying."

"Are you trying to ask me on a date Tolya?"

"I am trying."

"I would like that, I would like that a lot."

#shadow and bone drabble #shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #tolya yul bataar #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya and tamar #tolya my darling i adore you #nikolai lantsov #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #genya my beloved #david x genya #kanej #wesper #zoya nazyalensky #au #highschool au #alina starkov #mal oretsev #helnik #nina zenik #matthias helvar #the crows

[natashxromanovf]

You Look Good Today

Nina Zenik x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 613

WARNINGS: one swear word

REQUESTED: {x} by @sheraayasher, fluff

SUMMARY: A billion times you flirted with her and the one time she flirted back. 

A/N: thank you for the request, love!! i loved it so much, hope i did it justice <33 also i have no absolute idea on how to flirt so the flirting probably sucks lmaoo :D gif credits to @addycarver

No matter how flirtatious Nina Zenik is in general, she never could flirt with people if they flirted with her first. She somehow loses all the pre-planned pickup lines, as well as things that usually come to mind at the moment. As soon as someone flirts back or flirts first, her head becomes empty. She gets flustered every single time and it annoys her so fucking much.

That’s how it went when she met you; the first time you looked at her, a flirtatious remark left your mouth and she was a goner. Her thoughts were lost, it seemed like she forgot how to speak - all she could do was stare at you, eyes wide open, a pink blush tainting her cheeks. You loved her reaction so much and at the same moment, you decided to never stop doing that, just so you could see that beautiful blush and the way she stuttered when she tried talking back. 

~

That’s how minutes, days, months passed by. There never was a day that went by without a cheesy remark here and there. Even after so much time, Nina still couldn’t say anything back. Her mind was blank as soon as she realised what was going to happen. And you still loved every second of it. 

You never thought how it would be once she actually starts flirting back. You are quite fond of this thing the two of you have, it’s a nice "routine" to get you out of your head when the weight of the world becomes too much but it also helps with the little crush you have developed for the girl. 

“Good morning, darling,” you wink as you come down from your room, still in your PJs. Nina scans your outfit while the familiar red covers her face. You make yourself a cup of tea before joining her at the table, ready for her to walk you through the plan of today’s job once again. She does so, placing the map Wylan drew before you, beginning to talk.

A couple of minutes pass by before she’s finished, just in time as you take the last sip from the mug in your hands. 

“And that’s about it. I’m pretty sure we’ll succeed if we just keep quiet while we’re in there, the plan is pretty good,” she finishes, looking up at you. 

“Well, I think you look pretty damn good today,” you smirk, giving her one of your signature winks. Yet instead of looking away and blushing like she always does, a suggestive smile of her own grows on her face. 

“Just good? I would expect better from you, Y/N,” she answers, your jaw practically falling to the floor. You’re lost for words. She never talked back, she would always just stare at you, dumbfounded. It was your turn to stutter this time tho. 

“I- I-,” 

“Not so loud now, are we, Y/N?” she questions mockingly and you feel heat creeping up your neck. Your heartbeat quickens, butterflies erupting in your stomach. It’s the first time you saw a reaction like this come out of her and to be honest, it may be even hotter than when she blushes. 

But before you could give it more thought, the others come down, having the perfect timing for the first time ever. You’re glad for the distraction, especially when Kaz walks down, requesting the two of you to join him in his office so he can see the plan you have come up with. The heat of the moment passes by as soon as you stand up but you can honestly say you won’t forget this moment for as long as you’re alive.

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[jazzythursday]

Wylan leaves in the morning.

He doesn’t plan to, not exactly, but he definitely doesn’t plan on staying, either.

Wylan is no stranger to one night stands. He can’t say he gets around very frequently, but enough to know the general plot of how they're supposed to go.

Flirt, drink, fuck, leave. The order isn’t necessarily set in stone, but the list ends the same every time.

He has a good time, for the most part, and it’s always a welcome break from the awful chemical smell burned into the Tannery or the staleness of the empty rooms in cheap boarding houses (when he can afford them) that Wylan is used to. Wylan likes the freedom that comes with it, too. It’s liberating to go where he wants and do what he pleases; to not worry about who he’s seen with or sleeps with or what they might think of him after. And he likes feeling wanted, for a little while. He likes being reminded that he exists.

So Wylan does not make a habit of falling asleep with the people who take him to bed.

He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, really.

He doesn't remember, and yet, Wylan wakes up with his head pillowed on Jesper’s chest. With Jesper’s arm draped over him. His breath is warm where it ghosts over the top of his hair, and if Wylan glances up he can see the way Jesper’s mouth— those lips— fall open in sleep.

It’s the best morning he’s had in months, possibly. Certainly the most comfortable.

He knows it can’t last.

Wylan looks at Jesper, still sleeping peacefully next to him, and he panics.

He’d woken up in Jesper Fahey’s arms.

He’d slept with Jesper Fahey.

Jesper has a reputation, and Wylan knows it, even new to the Barrel as he is. He’d heard about Dirtyhand’s second and resident sharpshooter plenty— Can’t resist a gamble, never misses a shot, and not just with bullets. Jesper Fahey is an excellent marksman, they say, with terrible luck with the cards, and a soft spot for pretty girls and even prettier boys.

Jesper’s played the field— multiple fields— went on a seismic world tour of fields.

Wylan is very good at not being noticed. He’s also very good at listening. People tend to look past him, they never pay any mind to the too skinny boy with the wild hair and the hunched shoulders and the grime that never seems to wash off completely after his long shifts at the Tannery. Wylan knows this, knows he’s very adept at being able to disappear, when he needs to.

So by the time Wylan actually meets Jesper, he’s well aware of his place in Ketterdam’s booming rumor mill. Jesper has many, and Wylan thinks by now he may have heard them all.

And yet, none of them do a thing to prepare him for Jesper.

They’d met in a tavern.

Wylan had been nursing his drink for the better half of an hour, trying to come up with reasons not to go back to the sad cot he had waiting for him in a rented room, with the only window overlooking the brick wall of a dark alley.

So far, he’d only come up with the one.

Wylan had seen the tall Zemeni man from across the room and hadn’t stopped looking since. He was flirting with a girl at the bar, twirling one of his guns in one hand demonstratively with a drink in the other. The girl— a curly haired blond— was giggling, hand pressed to her mouth with eyes that had very clear and direct intentions.

Wylan had almost resolved himself to a night of wasting the few kruge at his disposal with little to show for it, when the man had looked up and caught him staring. The man had smiled, twirling his gun with an extra flourish and then tipped his hat. Wylan smiled back, and gave a little wave. Embarrassing, He’d thought, stop it, he’s already with someone else anyway. He’d looked down, and stared at the near empty contents of his drink until someone sat down next to him and said, in a voice like apple butter and sweet syrup, “Can I get you another of those?”

Then Wylan had looked up into the eyes of the handsomest man he’d ever seen, and thought, he has the most perfect lips.

Out loud, he’d said, “I, uh, well—” His mouth was wide open, he’d realised, and shut it quickly. Again, the man had smiled. Again, Wylan had smiled back. “Yes, please.”

And that's how he’d met Jesper.

Afterwards, they’d stumbled through the streets— I know a place, Jesper said, If you want to take this somewhere more private— until they’d passed a corner where a vendor was selling traditional Kerch sweets out of a cart.

“Stroopwafels!” Jesper had stopped. “I love stroopwafels!”

Wylan was tugging him toward the cart without really making a conscious decision to move, and Jesper had laughed, surprised and delighted.

Wylan bought them both stroopwafels and handed Jesper his with a shy smile and a shrug. “For the drink.”

Jesper looked at him consideringly, head caulked to the side, and Wylan felt himself blushing in the low light of the lamps. “You’re sweet,” he’d said eventually.

“Is that bad?” Wylan had asked, sheepish. Jesper was already shaking his head.

“It’s good. Just not that many sweet things to be had in the Barrel. It’s refreshing.” He’d bit off a piece of one of the waffles and smiled. “These are sweet too,”— he’d leaned in, smile still earnest but with something decidedly different underneath— “I like sweet.”

Jesper had not touched him like he’d been expecting to be touched. Jesper made no assumptions; he’d asked, about everything, in a way that was near gentlemanly if it wasn’t for the fact that he radiated trouble through his pores. Jesper was— not quite gentle, because Wylan had expected hot and heady and everything deep, and Jesper was all of that and more— but he wasn’t rough. He didn’t bruise, not if Wylan didn’t say yes first, and afterwards he’d laid back down and settled Wylan into his arms in a way that he had no real way of protesting— didn’t want to protest, anyway— and kissed him.

It was that that had scared Wylan the most, he thinks. Because Wylan is rarely kissed for the express purpose of it. It was always the promise of more— the rush of what was to come. But people do not generally tend to kiss Wylan for the sake of kissing Wylan. It’s different. Jesper is different, and Wylan can’t afford to be stupid enough to do something like get attached. Can’t afford much at all— really.

But Jesper had kissed him, pleased and lazy and warm, and at some indeterminate time later they had both apparently fallen asleep.

And it was nice.

It was too nice. It hurt with how nice it was.

Wylan peels himself slowly out of Jesper’s arms, careful not to wake him, and decides then that he cannot stand to be here any longer.

Jesper Fahey is not what he’d expected, he’s better.

Jesper Fahey is lovely, and beautiful, and kinder to him than anyone has been to Wylan for almost as long as he can remember.

Jesper Fahey is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he isn’t going to stick around for someone like Wylan.

So Wylan leaves, and he doesn’t look behind him as he closes the door.

#wesper #inspired by the tweet about what kit said about their first meeitng #wesper drabble #wesper ficlet #wesper fanfic #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #jesper fehey #shadow and bone #six of crows #shadow and bone fanfiction #Jazzy writes #jazzy writes fanfic #a drabble for your troubles?

[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”

genshin impact - ( thoma & itto,)

lego monkie kid (mk, tang, & azure)

one piece - (sanji, fujitora & garp)

bungou stray dogs - (kunikida, tecchou, fukuzawa, taichara, atsushi)

jujutsu kaisen - (nanami & itadori)

shadow and bone - (kaz brekker)

boyfriend to death II - (lawernce & ren lmao)

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[ms-fade]

hi! how about kaz brekker smut with a reader who's crying cause it feels sooo good??

Tears.

Kaz brekker x reader. 18+ Drabble. (No confirmation of gender)

YES! YES I WILL DARLING.

I hope this is okay! It’s short, also added a bit of another kink in it- Hope it’s okay. Also a glimpse of slightly dark Kaz entering.

Warning: Crying of pleasure, fluffy? Smut, spanking.

Kaz brekker was one who needed you to be comfortable at all times. You had stayed by his side and waited for him until he was comfortable with touch. The time with waiting, wanting and painfully watching you, he finally let the demons in his head go away.

So he hasn’t been letting anything get in the way of him having you, where he wants, when he want. (If you want it too) But he was a monster in bed, even though he cared he was always so rough with you. But you didn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck.” He groaned above you as he slammed his hips between your spread thighs. The room smelled like sex and the two of you, the room was getting hotter as each second passed by. He didn’t care that you both had pushed the bed back into the wall.

You wrapped so perfectly around him and the warmth felt so fucking good. He would slam so hard to get his cock to hit the deepest parts he could reach. He knew just the way you liked it, what way to push his cock in and the rhythm you liked. You had taught him how to touch you right, even taking some leads on his own that made you see stars.

His head leads back and his eyes closed from the pleasure. He had no clue as you started to tear up but he could feel the effects it had on your hole. But when a sob left your lips his head stopped and his eyes snapped open to pay attention. You had tears leaking from your eyes. It was painful to feel him stop, you didn’t want him to stop.

“What’s wrong?” He asked worries and went to pull out but you grabbed ahold of him. “No! Keep going. It feels so good, please.” You cried and raised your voice to get him to fuck you again.

He liked it when you had a tear or two from pleasure but this was new, it was different. Something in him slapped and screamed at him to make you cry worse, he wanted to hear you sob over and over as he pounded into you. But there was one thing he needed to do before releasing a new monster from within him.

“Are you sure? I need to know your okay.” He asked so calmly that it made your heart strings tug. You nodded quietly and looked up at him with scrunched brows of need. “I’m fine, so please just keep fucking me.” You whined and wrapped your legs around him and arched your back to get a new angle.

And with that you unleash him from a cage. Smirking darkly and got a almost a evil look in his eyes. “I want you weeping all night.” He took his hands and flipped you over on your stomach and pushed your head down but lifted your ass up. A moan left your lips as he pushed himself back in and slammed into you, earning a sob from you.

“I’m going to have every hole wet and dripping, when we are through the pillow better be soaking wet.” His firm hand slapped across your ass cheek. “I enjoy seeing, and hearing you cry for my cock.”

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker smut #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone smut #kaz brekker x reader smut #smut #six of crows #kaz brekker drabble

[angelltheninth]

NNN Day 27 with Aleksander Morozova

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, pregnancy mention, kissing, clit stimulation, post-nut cuddles

A/N: It's kinda hard to be excited about writing this cause it feels so bittersweet. Hopefully we can do the same thing as the Warrior Nun fandom and save this show and it's spin-off. Until then, enjoy this smut, the show may not be around for now but the fandom was here before it and we'll be here after it. Just... sucks that Netflix doesn't care.

Challenging Aleksander not to nut for a whole month wasn't as fun as you thought it would be. For every day he didn't come he made you come hard. It sounded like a good deal until your clit was so sensitive that just him cupping your pussy and pressing against it was enough to make you come. By the time he decided to stop trying not to fuck you it was so sensitive that your pussy tightened almost on command.

"This is your fault darling, I'll keep punishing you." You hickuped against his chest as he placed one of your hand over his hip and pressed himself against you, his abs stimulating your clit, making your whole body tremble against you. "Try not to come too much, we're trying for a baby remember? I want to make sure you get pregnant after today."

"I can't help it. You're the one who made me this sensitive. What were you thinking? Every day for the past month too." You moaned moaned his name against his chest, pussy tight around his cock, still trying to milk him of every drop. As if he has more to give, not after so many hours. It was surprising he was still hard after all that.

To your surprise he did indeed have more for you. Not as much as the last time but he rolled his hips upwards, his seed flowing between your, across your thigh and onto the bed.

"Don't mind the mess. I'll get someone to clean it up tomorrow." Tomorrow? He smirked down at you as you looked up, eyes wide. "Why so surprised? I did say we would make a baby tonight didn't I?" He rolled you on top of him, ignoring how you cringed at the sight of his cum covering his stomach. "You'll be the one to clean those. After all, I don't want my pretty wife getting jealous." His hands pulled your thighs down, keeping you grounded against him as he started moving once again, your back arching backwards at the anticipation of more cum entering your your pussy soon.

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[starrystevie]

"since when do you know how to use a gun?"

steve's standing in the bunker doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, hip balanced against the door frame. he's watching eddie meticulously clean what used to be a basic rifle that's turned into some monstrous thing hopper built with an additional barrel and multiple scopes. they just got back from a big fight that took a lot out of them all, so he's not surprised that eddie stays silent before clicking something into place. the sound of the metal echoes off the barren walls and he finally turns to look at steve.

"since i started hunting with dear old dad when i was 6."

he pulls off a scope, peers inside and frowns at something steve can't see before blowing against the glass lightly. there's a rag sitting next to him covered in some mix of blood, guts and grease and steve wouldn't be surprised if it isn't the first cloth he's had to use on that particular rifle. it's one of nancy's favorites, after all, and she's not known to clean up after every fight.

eddie looks good with a gun in his hand, steve thinks in some dark recess of his brain that ignores the part where he hates guns. he thinks about the part that loves the focus on eddie's face when he holds one instead, his jaw set in place. eddie looks older, they all do, but with scars dotting his face and wrapped around his neck and days old stubble covering his chin because they haven't had enough water for a shave, he looks mature.

there's a permanent scowl on his face that seems wrong, takes over where cheeky grins used to be. he misses the days where eddie's laugh was the only thing ringing in steve's ears, when his eyebrows weren't pinched in the middle, when he would play alongside the kids with wild expressions and jokes to match.

steve guesses coming back from the dead could do that to a guy.

"hey," he offers, a bit quiet and hard to hear over the clinking of the metal and the ambient sounds of the underground bunker they've lived in for months now. eddie's head stays dropped over the gun as he cleans but he gives a hum in response, so steve takes it as a go ahead. "i think i'm ready to take you up on that offer."

eddie snorts. he wipes some grease over a piece of the gun before setting it down on the table to grab something else steve couldn't name if he tried. "gotta be more specific, stevie boy."

"i want-" steve huffs and readjusts his stance to look more serious. he wants to bring eddie back, but that might be too hard to do in the apocalypse. "i want you to teach me how to shoot."

they spend their allotted 30 minutes above ground later that afternoon in the open space that used to be an old garden. there's trees surrounding them and cans sitting on an old cardboard box structure yards ahead of them. everything's tinted red from the upside down sky that bled into hawkins a year ago and never seemed to leave.

the only gun steve wanted was a handgun, a tiny thing that he can hide in the back of his waistband if he needed, backup for if he lost his bat in a fight. it's not that he wants to shoot, that can be left to nancy and hopper and apparently eddie now that he's healed up enough to fight. no, steve just wants a way to connect with eddie again. a way to bring a little glimmer of light back into his eyes that look more and more like the upside down darkness everyday.

"you need to hold it tighter, steve." eddie's next to him with an arm hovering under steve's elbow as he aims at the pepsi can in the middle of the stack. "it'll throw you back when you shoot, so you gotta be ready."

steve lets his fingers curl tighter around the gun, careful not to press down with his pointer finger that's over the trigger. he can hear eddie huff under his breath and then suddenly he's there, hand curled around his arm and chest pressed against his side. eddie's hand whips up to wrap around steve's on the gun and he shakes his arm like he's testing how tense steve is.

"noodle arms ain't gonna help you. hold it tight."

there's something about the red sky and decay in the air and eddie's gravely voice in his ear that gets to him, his southern drawl more prominent now that he's come back. it's like he's trying to be wayne, trying to replicate what he thinks a man should be because the best model for it that he's had is wayne. steve plants his feet firmly in the ground to ignore the icy shiver passing through his body.

eddie breathes in deep and steve copies him, his shoulder pressing in firmly to eddie as he does. it feels like the first real breath he's had in a while and all it took was eddie munson touching him for steve to breathe again.

"that's better," eddie says and drops his hand from steve's elbow to hover somewhere around his waist. "be relaxed, but concentrate. keep steady and don't let your eyes look away. how do you feel?"

even though he asked a question, steve feels like he shouldn't answer. in some ways, it feels like a trap, like if he says what he actually feels then it's all going to fall apart. but there's this part of him, this tiny, nagging part of him that doesn't want to go back into the bunker without telling eddie how he's felt for far too long.

"okay, i think."

"go ahead and shoot when you're ready."

"...okay."

they stand in silence for a beat. steve can feel eddie's breath tickling the long hairs at his neck and there's a ringing in his ears that he doesn't know what to do with. the air is more suffocating than ever and steve wonders if he pulled out his pocket knife if he could cut through the tension.

eddie's hand finally lands on steve's waist and it blazes through him like a bullet. how is he supposed to shoot a gun, this all powerful thing, when eddie is there? he's breathing and he's alive and he's right where steve wants him to be. he knows he must tense up, knows he must take in a shuddering breath at the contact because-

"stop," eddie says, breaking the silence and pushing away from steve. he feels colder now, the fire that licked along his veins not 3 seconds ago diminishing at the distance between them. steve sighs, takes his hand off the trigger and lets his arm hand limply at his side. "why did you ask me to help you with this? why not nancy or hop?"

his questions hits steve like an accusation and steve wishes he had expected for it not to happen. this is eddie now, he's a little bit harsh and more than a little bit angry at the world. and god, steve had hoped that being with him, that being outside with him would help just even for a minute.

he wishes the upside down would open up and swallow him whole so he could escape the glare that eddie's throwing his way, but he couldn't stand to be an addition to the pain eddie carries around on his back. steve looks him in the eye, shoulders pushed back and something like determination on his face, and hopes he can feel what he's feeling, too.

"you know why."

it's whispered but he knows eddie hears him. it's loud, always loud in hawkins now, but he knows eddie hears him.

somewhere in between dragging eddie out of hell and nursing him back to semi-okayness and staying up in the middle of the night with cold rags on foreheads and arms wrapped around waists, something started growing. steve knows he can't have all of eddie from 86 back, and that's okay. he's not the steve from 86, either.

but he'll try with every last breath he has to see him smile again.

eddie steps closer, shuffles his boots across the dirt until he can take the gun from steve's hand. he does something with it that steve can't really see, unloads the ammo and puts the empty pieces into the deep pockets of his cargo pants. there's lighting flashing across the blood red sky and he's sees it mirrored in eddie's eyes.

"you mean it?" eddie whispers back. steve is strong and he's been holding on for so long to see a light like that in the dark brown pools he's staring into that it cracks a smile onto his face and he sees eddie's lips pull up just the tiniest bit to copy him. it's a start.

"yeah."

steve knows they don't have much time left topside and soon enough hopper will be yelling over the speaker they wired up to the bunker door that they have to come in. he knows they don't have much time left in whatever hawkins has become, more and more creatures breaking through the liminal space between worlds every day.

they don't have the time, but steve would tell the earth to stop spinning for eddie any day, and fitting their palms together to tangle their fingers seems like the right way to spend whatever time they have left.

#uh oh i started watching shadow and bone and seeing jesper with his guns has done something to me #this is way too long for a monday morning but sometimes you just have to write when you're anxious at work right #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #tw: gun mention #tw: gun use

[sparrowmoth]

Thinking about Jesper and Nina as the last of the Crows. Thinking about Wylan, when he dies, and Inej and Kaz have gone already, and Jesper can't contain his grief. He throws himself at Nina, because she has power over the dead, doesn't she? That isn't how it works. But he isn't listening. He begs and pleads for her to bring Wylan back, to try at least—but she won't. She won't, no matter if he hates her for it, because all she can think of is the sight of Matthias and how wrong it was. How wrong to have tried to hold him back, to hold him to her.

She holds Jesper through the night as he sobs into her shoulder. She holds him tight even as he curses her. The both of them know he doesn't really mean it. They only have each other now...

But it isn't only them there.

Someone else is in the room, unseen, and he whispers into Nina's ear. Not her ear, exactly. More so her mind, but he sounds so present if she just closes her eyes. She wishes she could share this through more than translation, so Jesper would be sure... he's okay, he's okay.

He's somewhere else, but he's okay. And he loves you so much, Jes.

Her eyes are full of tears. She keeps them closed as not to let them fall. She whispers Wylan's words to Jesper. She feels him stilling in her arms and keeps on whispering until the words stop and she can't sense him anymore. He had to go, but he'll be waiting. He had to go, but you have time left. Don't rush to him. You'll have forever. It's just for now, so just be patient... you'll have forever. He'll be there waiting.

#wesper #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone #cw death #soc spoilers #ck spoilers #how do I even tag this #it kinda turned into a drabble so #my drabbles #NO I'M NOT OKAY THANKS FOR ASKING DJKGDJKGD #THIS STRUCK ME LIKE A BOLT OF LIGHTNING #and I am not emotionally stable enough to write this as a fic #so you get it as a feverishly written up post that made me cry #because why did I get so deeply unfixably soul-level kinds of attached to the most tragic found family ever send help #I'm going to go lay in a ditch with my feelings GOOD BYE djakgkj

[marvelmusing]

Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aleksander has been struggling to sleep recently, so you decide to give him a treat to lift his spirits.

“What’s this, my love?”

Aleksander observes the tray you’re holding carefully, studying the contents as you step into your shared bedroom. Despite his curiosity, he cannot help but admire the way your nightdress fits perfectly over your body, delicate fabric brushing against the floor as you step closer.

He is already dressed for bed, a black robe hanging loosely over his shoulders as he stands on his side of the room. He pulls the covers back for the two of you, adjusting the black pillows as he awaits your response.

“I know you haven’t been sleeping well.”

He stills for a moment at your words, avoiding your eyes as he brushes his hand over the dark bedsheet to smoothen out some nonexistent creases in the fabric.

“Have I been disturbing you?” he asks slowly, his words heavy with self-accusation at the thought of his restlessness keeping you from your sleep.

“Of course not,” you answer quickly.

He watches as you sit down on your side of the bed, placing the ornate tray down in the centre of the mattress.

“I thought a little treat before bed might take your mind off things - and help you rest easier.”

A soft smile tugs at his lips as he sits down on the bed beside you.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

It’s only then that he finally pays full attention to the contents of the tray. He finds two steaming cups accompanied by saucers, topped with whipped cream and a light sprinkle of cocoa power.

The sweet scent of chocolate fills his senses, his mouth watering at the thought of a taste. As you observe his reaction, you smile and pick up a cup, offering it to him.

“Careful, it’s hot,” you warn him with concern in your eyes as he lifts the cup to his lips, saucer settled in his other hand.

Aleksander takes a tentative sip, a hum of delight in his throat as he swallows his first mouthful. The cream is light and sweet as it melts on his tongue and the hot chocolate itself is the best he has ever tasted.

He blinks at the cup in surprise at how good the taste is, and you laugh softly at the look on his face. The smile twitching at the corner of his mouth widens at the sound of you laugh.

With the war going on, luxuries like this are rare, and Aleksander doesn’t typically indulge in such things for himself. Still, he’s curious to know how you pulled off such a wonderful creation.

“How?”

There’s a prideful glimmer in your eyes and he knows you had been hoping he would ask you about this.

“The Queen uses cocoa powder for her nightly face mask - a unique blend from Novyi Zem. Genya managed to get some for me.”

“And the cream?”

“The new chef at the Grand Palace is particularly fond of sweet treats - I might have offered to show her our kitchens in exchange for this.”

He leans forward, pressing an appreciative kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you sit in companionable silence, leaning against your headboard, shoulders touching, as you drink from your cups.

Once you’re both finished, Aleksander internally admits that he feels more optimistic about sleeping soundly beside you tonight.

His heart flutters as you trace your thumb over his upper lip before you circle the pad down against his lower lip.

Warmth spreads over your cheeks when you see the look on his dark eyes as you withdraw. While you attempt to explain yourself, the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“You had some cream on your face.”

He nods, leaning over towards you.

“You have some too.” As you reach for a napkin, he settles his hand over yours. “Allow me.”

Aleksander cradles your face in his hands, ducking his head down for his lips to meet yours. He sucks your lower lip between his, tongue tracing over the sensitive skin there.

“All gone.”

“Are you sure?”

The corner of his mouth twists with a teasing smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now that you mention it, I think there is a little more. Here.” He presses a hurried kiss to the corner of your mouth. “And here.” Another kiss to your cheek. “Here too.”

Soon, he’s settling a flurry of kisses over your face and you’re giggling at his antics, sliding down onto your pillow to escape him. He laughs warmly and you realise you had almost forgotten how wonderful his laugh is.

His halts his attack, his nose brushing gently against yours as he withdraws ever so slightly and you thread a hand affectionately through his hair. He looks down at you fondly, tracing his fingers over your cheek then along your jawline.

Holding your chin between his fingers, he tilts your head gently upwards, bending down to leave a soft kiss against your lips.

“Thank you for this,” he murmurs softly.

“Anything for you, Sasha.”

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[cyberstrm]

cutthroat | cane and claws saga

show!kaz brekker x gn!grisha!reader

cws: grishaverse type violence, death

a/n: kaz is my silly boy

"stop looking at them like that."

"like what?"

"like they're your children."

you gave the wolf on your left an affectionate stroke, then the one on your right.

"they're as good as."

kaz brekker tried not to smile, something he often found himself doing when he was around you. he tried to cool himself, make himself feel nothing, to get the job done. but it seemed when you were around, he felt everything.

the job was simple. just information-gathering, with an air of threat for good measure, which is where your wolves came in.

you, kaz and jesper had tracked the person down an alley, and cornered him.

"we need information. about pekks rollins." kaz's voice cut sharp in the darkness. predictably, the person began to run. "y/n."

that was your que. you pressed your fingers together and breathed in, and nodded your head forward. the wolves shot off down the alley.

"cutthroat." jesper smirked.

"i am not cutthroat." you snap back. "it's just a job."

kaz, who had so far been relatively quiet, smirked. "don't deny it, y/n. you're definitely cutthroat.""

"shut up, dirtyhands."

#kaz brekker x reader #drabble #cane and claws #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone

[5sospenguinqueen]

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

Kaz: Since when do you ask for permission?

#six of crows #six of crows incorrect quote #six of crows imagine #six of crows drabble #six of crows headcanons #six of crows prompt #six of crows one shot #shadow and bone #shadow and bone incorrect quotes #shadow and bone drabble #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone headcanons #shadow and bone one shot #six of crows funny #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker drabble #kaz brekker headcanons #kaz brekker one shot #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker x reader

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Bruises - Tamar Kir Bataar

Summary: Just because she can heal all her wounds, doesn't mean Tamar isn't proud to wear some of them.

Content Warnings: Implied Sexual Content (hickies). No Beta/Proof Reading.

Just a little drabble because I cannot stop thinking about my wife.

It wasn't intended to be a statement, that's not to say it was an accident, you and Tamar both knew exactly what you were doing, but it was also not that you thought no one else would notice or that youd care if they did, more than you hadn't considered anyone else at all. It had just been you and Tamar, and that was all each of you really saw when you were alone together, the rest of the world did not exist. The rest of the world didn't cross your mind at all.

"Tamar, you missed a few bruises," Alina says, reaching absentmindedly forward to touch some deep purple marks on Tamar's neck.

"No I didn't," Tamar assures her. Alina frowns, she knows Tamar could heal them herself with little to no effort, she needn't bother with a Healer for something so small. It's not until Alina's eyes meet catch sight of you across the deck that it clicks in her mind.

Tamar's bruises weren't from fighting.

She wasn't healing them because they were not marks of anger or combat, but instead the bruises Tamar wears with pride, the type she always treasures from her lover. The ones that stand as a reminder of the moments you and Tamar spent together, even after the moments passed.

It's Tolya's voice that calls your name and you look up, the shade you had been enjoying you now realise was his shadow. "Want me to," Tolya gestures to his own neck and you raise a hand, tracing the trail of love bites down from under your chin to your collarbone.

You shake your head but give Tolya a thankful smile. "I'd like to keep them," you tell him. He doesn't pretend to understand the appeal, but he sees the way your eyes light up as they meet Tamar's and he says no more about it.

Alina traces the scar on her hand, and Tamar looks at you and back to Alina who she now sees understands. "Sometimes, what it stands for is more important," Tamar says.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #tamar kir bataar #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar x reader #tolya yul bataar #alina starvok #netflix shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #shadow and bone drabble

[kezzzx]

I’m on one with my “Colm overhears Wesper having sex” drabbles, apparently. Tagging @aphroditestummyrolls for ✨Colm✨ (and the encouragement ❤️).

Ever since that first morning a few days ago, the morning after they finally slept, they’ve been, well, insufferable. Colm’s lost count of the amount of times they’ve snuck off in the middle of helping him harvest the jurda blossoms, returning a while later with lips bitten red, clothes and hair rumpled.

They’re not very subtle about it, is the thing. He’s seen the looks they give each other, his son’s sly smile and the twinkle in his eyes, Wylan’s coy glances from underneath his lashes, the little smirk tucked into the corner of his mouth.

So it’s not that he’s surprised.

It’s the middle of the night. By all accounts, he should be asleep. And he was, waking only for a trip to the bathroom and a glass of water. Back in bed and staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come, he hears the soft creak of the bed in Jesper’s room and hushed voices.

He tries not to listen, tries to focus on the sounds of the farm at night, but his home is small and always has been. And, he supposes, the more you try not to hear something, the more you inevitably do hear it.

So Colm lies there, trying very hard not to imagine what’s making his son curse up a storm while Wylan laughs breathlessly.

There’s a lull for a moment, then a sharp gasp and a quickly muffled moan, followed by the low murmur of Jesper’s voice.

“Baby, you have to be quiet.”

Colm could do without knowing that his son calls his boyfriend baby in bed. He could definitely do without hearing the whine that Wylan lets out in response.

With a sigh, he shoves his head underneath the pillow and waits for it to be over.

#Colm is suffering #I’m having fun #six of crows #shadow and bone #wesper #fanfiction #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #jesper and wylan #drabble

[jazzythursday]

Jesper doesn't understand how he holds it all in there. Wylan’s brain is like a squirrel. Packing nuts into expanding pockets for the long winter. He knows everything.

He lights up with it. Like he constantly wants to share the fruit of his labour. Like the knowledge he collects needs to be poured out in bits before it overflows. He talks and explains and it’s fast and free and it’s so Wylan, through and through— and then it’s like he catches himself. Like he dims once he realises what he’s done.

Jesper doesn’t want to think of the implications of that look. Because it makes his chest tight and puts a bad taste in his mouth. He’s happy to reassure Wylan that he likes when he talks as much as it takes for him to believe it.

But that look— right before. Like he’s so happy to be telling him, like he’s happy to be listened to. Then the split second of frozen fear. The pinched lips, tense jaw, widening and then squinting of those big, big eyes. The part where he huffs that short, horribly self deprecating little laugh. The part where he looks down, and when he looks back up there’s something stiff in his smile, false in the upturn of his lips. Eyes like cut glass shining in the light. The crest of an eagle, mid flight, shot down. 

“Sorry,” he says. “Um— I’m probably boring you. I’ll stop.”

You could never bore me, he thinks. Keep talking forever, he thinks. Tell me who made you think your words weren't worth anything to anyone so I can make them taste the blood on their own tongue.

Wylan and boring are not two words that Jesper can even fathom placing in the same sentence. Wylan is like lightning in a bottle. Like a spark personified.

Jesper isn’t sure how much he’ll accept. He doesn’t want a repeat of Shu Han if he can help it. Jesper hates disappointing people, hates being anything other than exactly what they want— expect— out of a good time with Jesper Fahey. He isn’t sure what he’s allowed to argue for or against when it comes to Wylan. What they have— This thing between them— is still so terrifyingly new.

He’ll put himself out there for this, though, as much as he dares, to make sure Wylan knows that he’s listening.

#wesper #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #jesper fehey #six of crows #shadow & bone #crooked kingdom #drabble #wesper drabble #shadow and bone fanfiction #wesper fanfic #Jazzy writes #jazzy writes fanfic #taking a break from my Wylan wip to bring you a Jesper pov about Wylan #I'll probabably turn this isnto something bigger later but for now this is what it is #a drabble for your troubles?

[appleandsnow]

Green

Nikolai had always had mixed feelings for the colour, green.

On his best days he didn't notice them but on his worst days, the emeralds in his royal ornaments weighed heavy on him.

He had always had mixed feelings for the colour green, until you wore the royal colour.

You were at a party and cloaked in green, with ornaments made especially for the queen of Ravka and he feels pride bloom in his chest; because the emeralds that weighed heavy on him were the same emeralds that protected you.

And protecting you was something he wanted to do forever.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #rule of wolves #king of scars #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai lanstov imagines #nikolia lantsov drabbles #sturmhond #sturmhond fluff #grishaverse #shadow and bone