Personaggi: Odyssey, Tommy, Gabe, Eddie, Steve, Jesper, Wylan
Fandom: Glee, Shadowhunters, Stranger Things, Six of Crows
Genere: /
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Rating: NSFW
Prompt: /
Note: Written for COW-T#13, M6
These are 100, 200, 300, 400 word drabbles without any prompt and from 4 different fandom, and they obviously have nothing to do with each other. They're all here because posting drabbles in separate pages sucks
Summary: Teeny tiny bits of fandoms. Enjoy them!
Fandom: Glee, Shadowhunters, Stranger Things, Six of Crows
Genere: /
Avvisi:
Rating: NSFW
Prompt: /
Note: Written for COW-T#13, M6
These are 100, 200, 300, 400 word drabbles without any prompt and from 4 different fandom, and they obviously have nothing to do with each other. They're all here because posting drabbles in separate pages sucks
Summary: Teeny tiny bits of fandoms. Enjoy them!
I LOVE IT WHEN YOU GIVE ME THINGS
The house is always silent after a heist, and the silence is still as if time stopped when they left and never really started again. It's a mix of exhaustion, need for recollection, and respect for what they have lost. That piece of themselves that the Barrel always demands. It's true what Kaz always says, that the Barrel belongs to the bastards. It's because this place has a way of pulling people in and make them its sons and daughters, illegitimate as they could be. Wylan didn't think he was going to survive among thieves. He came because he needed to run from his father's house, he stayed because he found a home.
Lying in bed, he turns on his side to find Jesper looking at something between his fingers. “What is that?”
“The bullet that nearly hit you today. It got stuck in the wall.”
“Sorry for putting you in danger. Again.”
“I'm glad you did. I needed one of these since I didn't have the head to save the very first one months ago.”
Wylan blushes. “What?”
Jesper smiles and closes his fingers around the bullet. Wylan can't see, but he knows metal is melting and reforming in his hands right now. He's familiar with the process now that Jesper doesn't hide the fact that he's a Durast anymore.
When Jesper opens his hand again, there's a ring on his palm. It's a simple band, that bears no resemblance with the bullet it has been before, with a pattern of dainty crow wings and pistols. “It should have a proper stone, and I will find one, but until then,” Jesper holds Wylan's hand gently and puts the ring on his finger.
"It's b--beautiful."
“The wings, because you're one of us now," Jesper turns suddenly more nervous. "And the pistols, because you belong with me—I mean, if you want to. It's not like you have to. But you seemed, like, interested and I thought this could be a good, uh, way to express that. But you don't have to accept it. Actually, it might be a bad idea. What was I thinking? A ring surely bothers you while you do your exploding thing-y..."
Wylan shuts him up with a kiss before Jesper can really freak out. That is answer enough.
The house is always silent after a heist, and the silence is still as if time stopped when they left and never really started again. It's a mix of exhaustion, need for recollection, and respect for what they have lost. That piece of themselves that the Barrel always demands. It's true what Kaz always says, that the Barrel belongs to the bastards. It's because this place has a way of pulling people in and make them its sons and daughters, illegitimate as they could be. Wylan didn't think he was going to survive among thieves. He came because he needed to run from his father's house, he stayed because he found a home.
Lying in bed, he turns on his side to find Jesper looking at something between his fingers. “What is that?”
“The bullet that nearly hit you today. It got stuck in the wall.”
“Sorry for putting you in danger. Again.”
“I'm glad you did. I needed one of these since I didn't have the head to save the very first one months ago.”
Wylan blushes. “What?”
Jesper smiles and closes his fingers around the bullet. Wylan can't see, but he knows metal is melting and reforming in his hands right now. He's familiar with the process now that Jesper doesn't hide the fact that he's a Durast anymore.
When Jesper opens his hand again, there's a ring on his palm. It's a simple band, that bears no resemblance with the bullet it has been before, with a pattern of dainty crow wings and pistols. “It should have a proper stone, and I will find one, but until then,” Jesper holds Wylan's hand gently and puts the ring on his finger.
"It's b--beautiful."
“The wings, because you're one of us now," Jesper turns suddenly more nervous. "And the pistols, because you belong with me—I mean, if you want to. It's not like you have to. But you seemed, like, interested and I thought this could be a good, uh, way to express that. But you don't have to accept it. Actually, it might be a bad idea. What was I thinking? A ring surely bothers you while you do your exploding thing-y..."
Wylan shuts him up with a kiss before Jesper can really freak out. That is answer enough.
AWWWWWWW MA CHE BELLINISSIMIIIII!!! X3 ancora? w
Haru
07/04/2023 13:29