#six of crows prompt

[5sospenguinqueen]

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

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

Nina: ... YOU'RE WHAT?!

[sploopyghost]

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When Kaz first met Nixie he was sure she was going to drown him. He didn't know how long he had been holding onto his brother's body at that point but he knew he was tiring and wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Then out of no where she came and swam him back to land. Ever since then he would go back and visit her

He would never say it out loud or show it when others were around but he was extremely attached to her. In the private of his office, when she's laying on a chair, he got specially for her, is when he shows his care for her. He can't touch her so he gifts her jewelry and plays soft music when they're in his office. He learned that mermaids/sirens would wrap themselves in jewelry to be more alluring but when gifted to them and worn, it signifies the deep trust and bond they share with the person. Kaz would be lying if he said he didn't find it satisfying when she wore whatever he brought her, but he'll never say it out loud

Singing was how they bonded and conveyed their feelings, and though kaz couldn't sing he would play soft music in his office to make up for it. On rare occasions when it was a good day, she would heat up her skin and he would be able to touch her for the moment. Because of her being a mermaid/siren her skin was cold to the touch and would instantly throw kaz into a flashback. To him she was never an investment, she was his life line keeping him above the waves so he wouldn't sink, his savior, his everything

[aprill-99]

Assistant: “This whole criminal empire thing takes a lot more paperwork than I thought.”

Boss: “It’s called organized crime for a damn reason Sheryl.”

[phy-be]

1. Ride or Die

[seidenbros]

“Jesper?” Wylan’s voice was quiet, almost careful, when he slipped into Jesper’s - or rather their - room at the Slat. Jesper hadn’t looked at anyone when he’d returned, had just walked up to their room, and Wylan had known that something had happened.

Jesper was sitting on the bed facing the dark window. When Wylan stepped closer, he turned his face towards the wall, avoiding him when his right hand rose to rub over his face.

“Is… everything alright?” A younger Wylan would have left him alone, would have stepped out again, but he cared too much for Jesper to leave him like that, since it was always a bad sign when Jesper wasn’t talking. Silences, as Wylan had learned, weren’t his favourite thing, so whenever Jesper was quiet, didn’t talk to him, he knew that something was up. Of course, there were some situations, where even Jesper was okay with silence, and he’d told Wylan before that silences with him wrapped in his arms were different, calming.

“I’m fine.” Jesper’s voice was merely more than a whisper, but with every other sound muted because of the closed door, Wylan could still hear him clearly. Still, there was something in the tone of his voice that made him tense slightly.

“You know you don’t have to lie to me, right?”

Taking a steadying breath, Wylan stepped up to the bed and sat down next to Jesper, who was still averting his gaze, but he’d at least taken off his hat. His hands were rubbing up and down both thighs, his bottom lip being nibbled on, and while Jesper seemed to always be in motion, this was still different.

“I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what happened.” No matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much he ached to make him feel better, without knowing what Jesper needed, he couldn’t do that much.

“I—” Jesper started, his head falling back so that he was staring at the ceiling as if he could find answers there.

Without thinking about it, Wylan reached for Jesper’s hands, pulling them into his lap just to hold them and show him that he wasn’t alone. A few heartbeats of silence passed until Jesper’s shoulders slumped and he turned his head to face Wylan. Even in the dark room, Wylan could see the tears brimming in his eyes. Tears Jesper fought so hard not to shed.

“I thought that I saw my Ma.” Words spoken so quickly that Wylan wasn’t sure if he’d heard them correctly, but once they sunk in, his heart ached for Jesper. “And I know it’s ridiculous, but I followed her and then lost her in the crowd and I just—”

“Shh,” Wylan cooed, letting go of Jesper’s hands to pull him into his arms. Squeezing his own eyes shut, he let his fingertips stroke over the back of Jesper’s neck again and again, letting the other hand rest against his back, just holding him. “It’s okay.”

Jesper buried his fingers in Wylan’s shirt, bunching it in his fists as his tears stained the fabric darker where they fell, mainly on Wylan’s shoulder. Having that glimmer of hope, irrational as it had been, and then having that taken from him again, bringing him back to a reality where he’d lost his mother years ago, had shaken him up so badly, that the tears wouldn’t stop for a while.

Once they did Jesper carefully raised his head, loosening his grip on Wylan’s shirt so he could pull back slightly and rub his eyes with one hand.

“Sorry,” he murmured, voice a little hoarse from crying.

“What are you apologising for?”

“All of this. You didn’t sign up for this.”

“Hey,” Wylan said, framing Jesper’s face with both hands to make him look at him. “I signed up for you. All of you, and that includes moments like this as well. I hope you know that you can be yourself around me. You don’t have to hold up your guard all the time.” Leaning forward, Wylan stole a soft kiss from his lips.

“It’s just not that easy.”

“I know. A lot of things aren’t easy for me as well. It’s a learning curve so to say.” That at least managed to make Jesper smile.

“Thank you, Wy.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

That alone made his heart warm, even more so when Jesper kissed him again - and some more kisses followed until they lay back, Jesper’s nose pressed against the crook of Wylan’s neck to breathe him in and fall asleep like this.

[magicandpizza]

whats the idea for teacher???

Hereeee ya go!

6. Teacher

The first time Jesper sees him, he’s panicked and red-faced. Pick-up time has been and gone, and still no one has arrived to pick up poor Plumje. Calls to both parents had gone unanswered, so the school had called the emergency contact — Wylan Hendriks, said the computer system — and he’d apparently sworn colourfully on the phone before rushing over.

“Plumje,” he cries once he arrives, dropping to his knees to hug the little girl. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Plumje does not seem overly bothered; in fact, she’d been quite happy to continue playing in the sandpit when Jesper told her her family was running a bit late.

“I’m so sorry,” Wylan says again, this time directed at Jesper as he helps Plumje put on her jacket and her little purple rucksack. “I don’t know why her parents aren’t answering. They must be in a meeting or something. I never normally pick her up.”

Jesper considers him for a moment, wondering what the relation between the two of them is. Where Plumje is blonde, like her mother, Wylan has brown hair. They both have the same hazel eyes though.

Pretty, Jesper thinks, then forces the thought away.

“Are you two related?” he asks.

“I’m her half-brother,” explains Wylan. “I changed my name when I left home.”

“I see,” Jesper says. He offers him his hand. “Well, nice to meet you, I suppose. I’m Jesper, her teacher.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

-

The second time Jesper sees Wylan is at the school’s Christmas celebration. They’re putting on a nativity play, so naturally all the children’s family members had been invited, and afterwards there’ll be a little party with drinks and snacks, just enough to get the kids hopped up on sugar before sending them home for the holidays.

Jesper spots Plumje and her mother coming towards him, Wylan tagging along behind them. There’s no sign of Plumje’s father, not that Jesper can say he’s surprised — he’s only met the man once, when they first came to visit the school.

“Jesper!” Plumje squeals happily once they reach him, holding out a box of multicoloured cupcakes. “I made these for the party!”

“These look great, Plumje. Did you make them all by yourself?”

“Wylan helped me,” says Plumje, grabbing her half-brother by the hand and tugging him forwards. Wylan offers Jesper a shy wave. “We didn’t even make too much of a mess.”

Judging by the way Wylan winces slightly, Jesper doesn’t think that statement is entirely true.

“Well, thanks so much for bringing them. I’ll be sure to try one after the play.” He sends a wink Wylan’s way, suppressing a smirk at the way the man’s cheek instantly pink. Cute, the thinks.

-

The third time, Jesper isn’t even at the school. It’s a beautiful spring day and also a Saturday, so he’s strolling through the park with Nina and Inej. They stop at a cafe to grab a coffee, and that’s when Jesper spots him at one of the tables, headphones on and a sketchbook in front of him.

Nina and Inej are up at the counter already, so Jesper approaches his table. When Wylan notices him, he quickly slips off his headphones.

“Jesper, hi. Do you want to sit?”

Even though he’s technically out with Nina and Inej, Jesper sits.

“I didn’t know you could draw,” he says, peering at the sketchbook on the table between them. Wylan has clearly been here a while; the page is full of sketches and drawings of different cafe patrons, some more detailed than others.

“Oh, it’s just a hobby,” says Wylan, apparently self-conscious, as he tugs the sketchbook closer to himself.

“Plumje’s pretty good at art too. Have you been teaching her?”

Wylan smiles a small, private smile. “Yeah I’ve been teaching her a bit. She always wants me to show her how to draw something new. Last week it was whales.”

Jesper grins. Gesturing at Wylan’s empty coffee cup, he asks, “Can I get you another drink?”

“Sure,” Wylan says after a moment’s pause. His cheeks have gone pink again. “An iced americano would be great.”

“You got it.”

With his wallet in his hand and an apology to his friends for ditching them on his tongue, Jesper heads to the counter.

“Enjoy your date,” Nina says loudly once he explains the situation to them, while Inej rolls her eyes fondly.

[drawyourblankas]

Draw your characters like this

[i-can-read-to-him]

Happy Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈 This year, the Wesper Fic Club has decided to spend the month celebrating with a whump, angst, and hurt/comfort prompt party, because our love language for our fictional faves tends to be... well, a good dose of pain and suffering, if we're being honest.

SOC fans, please feel free to partake of our prompts, regardless of what you ship or which characters you favour! If you're interested in joining our cozy community of writers, you're more than welcome to send an ask or DM to this blog to get an invitation to our Discord. 💕

Wesper Fic Club: June Van Gloom Prompts ⛈️

Note: There's no rules to how you can use these prompts. Any SOC characters or pairings are welcome, as long as you tag responsibly, and you're free to post prompts "early" or "late," so no need to stress. If you want to share your work, please don't hesitate to tag the blog!

Week 1:

Lonely Immortality | Unable to Die | Resentful Affection

Hostage Situation | Held at Gunpoint | Situational Bondage

Begging for Mercy | Tortured for Information | Blacking Out

Human Sacrifice | Cult Brainwashing | Dying to Be Loved

Mad Scientist | Human Experiments | No Anaesthesia

Feeling Watched | Home Invasion | Attempted Kidnapping

Pinned Down | Non-con Touching | Victim Blaming

Week 2:

Trapped Under Rubble | Suffocation | Left for Dead

Buried Alive | Came Back Wrong | Unwilling Resurrection

Sleep Deprivation | Hallucinations | Emotional Outbursts

Wild Animal Attack | Bleeding Out | Presumed Dead

Caged Captive | Verbal Degradation | Public Humiliation

Involuntary Commitment | Forced Injections | Strapped Down

Ancient Evil | Cursed Object | Be Careful What You Wish For

Week 3:

Used As Bait | Choose Who Lives | Forced to Watch

Paranoia | Stabbed in the Back | Big Bolliger’s Betrayal AU

Broken Bones | Medical Trauma | Medik/Hospital Visit

Non-con Drugging | Impaired Judgment | Unable to Consent

Datura Meloxia | Childhood Trauma | Near-Death Experience

Starvation | Accidental Poisoning | Lost in the Wilderness

Caught in a Net | Suspension Torture | Human Piñata

Week 4:

Struck by Lightning | Natural Disaster | Caught Off Guard

High Fever | Embarrassing Confessions | Temporary Amnesia

Hunted for Sport | Running for Their Lives | Untreated Injuries

Embarrassing Phobia | Panic Attacks | Refusing to Ask for Help

Forced Compliance | Time Bomb | Guilty by Association

Truth Serum | Forced Betrayal | Some Things You Can’t Forget

Near-Drowning | Hydrophobia | Man Overboard

Alternate Prompts:

Locked Up | Scheduled Execution | Foiled Escape Plan

Domestic Violence | Concealed Injuries | Internalized Shame

Jurda Parem | Withdrawal Symptoms | Misplaced Anger

Scared to Sleep | Night Terrors | Waking Up Screaming

Survivor’s Guilt | Ouija Board | Suicidal Ideation

Overworking | Fainting Spells | Accidental Injuries

Grave Visitation | Repressed Emotions | Broken Heart

Friendly Fire | Arterial Bleeding | Field Medicine

Demonic Possession | Exorcism | Spiritual Trauma

Stranger Danger | Chloroform | Assumed Runaway

Ten additional darker, more graphic (dead dove) alternate prompts are available exclusively in a role-locked channel on our Discord.

[chrasilla]

angst prompts

"They won't wait for you forever. So you need to decide if all your resentment and pride is worth losing them for good."

"You're everything to me, but clearly I was just a short phase in your life."

"I just want you to be happy." "The only way you can make me happy is by staying far away from me."

"I miss you, but I miss me more."

"You from the beginning we had an expiry date."

"You shouldn't be with me. " "I know. Yet here I am."

"I must have loved you in another life." "But not in this one?"

"You could stay, for me." "That's not enough for me to stay."

"I always thought I'd be someone's first choice, but I'm not even in your top five, am I?"

"I love you, but I barely know you. I don't think you even know yourself."

[pacificwaternymph]

Call it cliche but one of my favorite genres of story has always been and always will be "small group of hypercompetent teenagers fuck shit up" because it will never not be funny to me watching full grown adults getting their shit rocked by someone half their size who hasn't even finished puberty yet.

[savethegrishaverse]

Dear artists,

May is a month of creativity when the much beloved #Mermay art challenge has awed us for years. Now, we invite you to reimagine the Grishaverse into the sea, either by portraying your favorite characters as mermaids, illustrating Leigh Bardugo's siren tale "When Water Sang Fire" or why not, badly photoshop the show characters on fish tales! So long as it's family friendly, anything goes with us.

So, impress us with your #MerGrisha ideas and lets flood Instagram and Tumblr with Grisha mermaids!

[5sospenguinqueen]

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

Kaz: Since when do you ask for permission?

[sploopyghost]

Six Of Crows

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Transported/Reborn In Ketterdam

Kaz With A Mermaid/Siren S/O His Everything

[spraypaintstainonawhitewall]

"pekka rollins unalived my brother"

[davidbowie-microfic]

This month's prompts!!

See the rules and FAQs here.

Happy writing!

[seidenbros]

A lulls B to sleep with kisses all over their face.

Wesperrrr por favor

Well, I didn't want this to get so angsty in the beginning, but here we are 👀

Kiss Prompt List

“Hey, hey hey, it’s alright,” Wylan said, sitting up in bed to lean over Jesper, framing his face with both hands to get him to look at him. “You’re here, you’re safe, it was just a dream.”

Staring straight at Wylan, Jesper slowly managed to focus again, his heart thumping almost painfully in his chest. Reaching out his right hand, fingers trembling slightly, he traced them over Wylan’s cheek before cupping it, as if he had to make sure that he was really there. Immediately Wylan covered his hand with his own, turning his head a fraction so he could kiss Jesper’s palm.

“I thought you—” Jesper’s voice broke and he shook his head to get rid of the thoughts, the memories of what he’d seen in his dream. Wylan could only assume what it had been, because it wasn’t the first time and Jesper had told him once that he’d dreamed about watching him die, unable to do anything, so he figured that might have been the case this time as well.

“I’m right here. I’m not hurt, and I’m not going anywhere.” As if to prove that to him, Wylan let go of his hand only to climb on top of him, so he could lie down like this again, acting almost like a blanket, his legs left and right from Jesper. After a moment, he felt Jesper relax beneath him, his body sinking back into the mattress, not so rigid anymore, and he even wrapped his arms around Wylan to keep him close. “Better?”

“Mhm,” Jesper hummed before lifting his head to kiss him once. “Thank you.”

“Want me to stay like this?” At first, Wylan had thought he’d crush Jesper, that he’d be too heavy like this, but Jesper had reassured him that he was anything but heavy. Just the perfect weight right on top of him, and in a situation like this, Wylan’s bodyweight had a calming effect on him. Still, he wanted to make sure if he wanted him to stay there.

“Yes, please.”

“Alright. Then you should try to get some more sleep.” Before Jesper could protest, Wylan continued: “I’ll keep you safe, alright?”

“You won’t let me talk you out of this anyway, right?”

“Nope.” Wylan reached up his right hand to trace his fingertips along the bridge of his nose, his cheekbone, his jaw and chin to the other side, where he stopped and put his hand at the side of his neck, just touching his skin there, before he leaned down to place kisses all over his face. He started with Jesper’s forehead, taking his time, letting his lips linger there for a while, before he placed the next kiss against his temple, his cheek, the tip of his nose.

It was rare that there was silence between them, because Jesper usually filled that, whether it was with useless facts or deep conversation. But there were moments, where they could enjoy the silence, and Jesper had told him once that silence with him was different. Good different. The air right now was only filled with them breathing and the sounds his lips made against Jesper’s skin.

Absent-mindedly, he started rubbing his thumb back and forth against his neck, while his lips continued their journey along Jesper’s chin, his jaw, and up to the other cheek, taking his sweet time.

Once he was sure that he’d pretty much covered all of Jesper’s face with kisses, he pulled back slightly just to look at him. Somewhere in between all the kisses, he’d fallen back asleep. In the darkness, Wylan could see a small smile curving his lips upwards. He looked so peaceful like this, and Wylan hoped that he wouldn’t be haunted by nightmares. In any case, he’d be here to catch him again, but for now, he closed his eyes, leaned his head against Jesper’s chest and was lulled to sleep as well listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart.