“He’s the one that wanted it blown up,” Jesper says. 

“Maybe don’t mention that in front of him,” Nina hastens. “Wylan’s the one who blew it up.”

“Hey, Kaz paid me to blow it up.”

“Does that look like a rational Kaz to you?” Jesper asks, gesturing. 

Wylan looks over at where Kaz is standing in a puddle of water, glaring at it like he can intimidate it into evaporating on the spot. 

“Um…”

--Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit by Jazzythursday

#got him

I just love how you can randomly pick two of the crows, and their duo dynamic is iconic and unique and amazing. And it doesn't matter who you pick.

happy snippet sunday from the regency au fahey family having absolutely necessary and non-mortifying pre-wedding conversations 😌

“You know,” his father says, “there’s a lot to look forward to about marriage.” Jesper raises an eyebrow. His father carries on anyway. “It’s good having someone that you know will always be there for you.”

“Yeah,” Jesper says, slowly.

His father clears his throat. “There are other things, of course." His voice sounds… uncertain. Jesper furrows his brow, a little bit confused.

“Like…”

“Tax benefits,” Colm says. Jesper squints.

“I’m sure Wylan will be all over that,” he manages, still a little lost. His father nods, rather adamantly.

“Of course,” he confirms. “And you two will have your own home. You can find time to go shooting again.”

Jesper nods, slowly, just once. “Y—eah.”

With notable effort, his father sighs. “Listen, Jes. I don’t have much experience with the way two husbands… celebrate their marriages."

Jesper blinks. Oh. Oh, no. “Da.”

“I’m sure you know the… obvious differences, but I’ve been assured that with proper cleaning and care—”

“Da.”

“You may have already discovered this sort of thing,” his father says, lifting his hands, “and if you have—”

“All Saints, Da!” Jesper blurts. “Are you trying to give me a sex talk?”

Wylan Van Eck from Six of Crows.

I can’t wait to read Crooked Kingdom to learn more about this precious young man.

Jesper: *carrying all of the groceries*

Wylan: *holds out hand to help*

Jesper: *aggressively shifts all groceries to one hand to hold Wylan's hand*

• Pixie Wylan •

Make my May prompt @morosecrows ✨

here they are all together !!!

wylan in everyone else’s chapters: that kid is so innocent and naive i bet he’s never struggled a day in his life

wylan in his own chapters: omg that random guy is definitely an assassin my father hired to murder me

#TheDarlingCrowsOfMay - Prompt 1 Blossom

Who's the prettiest, a fresh blossom or Wylan? 🌸🌸

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Thinking about how Jesper gave a presentation on Zemeni oil futures that one time like. What was he wearing? Did he have to dress in mercher blacks to seem more "professional"? He'd probably have hated that. Did he have to put his revolvers away? How did he disguise his features because he was still a wanted man in Ketterdam at the time. Did he practice what he was going to say? Was any of it actual information or was he just bullshitting the entire time? Was he doing it alone or was there anyone else there with him? How did the conversation go down where Kaz told him that he would be doing this? Radmakker called it "strange" so I can only imagine what possible chaos went down. I have so many questions!!

can't stop giggling they really nailed the wesperkaz dynamic

We should really talk more about that bit in Crooked Kingdom where Wylan is composing a song in his head and he thinks about how the melody is growing on him but it's going to need a beat, something like the rat-at-at of gunfire.

I swear it was like so early on as well, when he's still trying to convince himself he doesn't have a crush of Jesper (and if there was another reason, a tall, lanky reason with too strong a liking for games of chance, he wasn't going to think about that right now (paraphrasing)) and is later implied to be the tune he eventually memorised the transfer of properties to when Jesper read it aloud, allowing him to go against his father and lead to the I can read to him line

Wylan's doe eyes appeared even bigger in the dim light as he played nervously with the buckles of his coat's straps. If they were all cornered rats, Wylan was a little mouse, and Jesper was determined not to let the Stadwatch catch it.

He twirled his revolvers, eyes fixated on the entrance. It wouldn't be long now before the doors would break like a dam, unleashing an unknown amount of chaos. He threw a quick glance at Wylan over his shoulder: “you stay with me,” he reminded him. Strangely enough, the knowledge that Wylan was able to defend himself made Jesper want to protect him even more, as absurd as it might seem.

Slow Burning Gunpowder (series)

Part 1 : Hunger Always has the Last Word (completed)

Part 2 : Shoot From the Hip (wip)

WIP Wednesday Monday

Tagged by @jazzythursday

Lately, I've been trying to write some canon adjacent moments. This is one scene in a series of snippets about Wylan's experiences with reading over the years.

Warning for nausea and vomiting (non-graphic). Wylan is not having a good time.

Wylan is eleven years old and he’s not hungry. He should be, he thinks. It’s been hours since he emptied his stomach on the floor of the library this morning, nauseous from the physician’s latest tonic. Just a spoonful of the brown medicine taken after breakfast, but it tasted vile. Thick like tar, it clung to the back of his throat no matter how much water he drank to wash it away. He’s still nauseous.  Though he can’t tell if his stomach is upset or he’s gone so long without eating that he’s circled back around to feeling ill.  Wylan should feel grateful, he supposes, that the physician’s latest attempt to cure his deficiency also dulls his appetite. There’s no plate in front of him. A hardbound book lays innocently on the rich hardwood of the dining table in front of him. All he has to do is read, then he can eat dinner. He makes the mistake of looking up enough for the letters to wiggle across the leather cover. His stomach rolls.  Ghezen rewards those who work hard, his father always says. That’s why their family has been blessed generation after generation. To his father’s disdain, Wylan, lazy and stupid, hasn’t honored Ghezen.  He tries to imagine the God of Commerce personally withholding his dinner, hands shaped like the Church of Barter wagging a massive finger in his direction. It’s hardly a punishment. Not when he feels like this. For lack of anything better to do, Wylan folds his hands in his lap, sits. Waits. Wills his stomach to stop twisting. He squeezes his eyes closed, but it doesn’t help.  At the head of the table his father eats. The room is silent, tense, only interrupted by the occasional clink of his fork and knife laid gently on the plate between bites.  Wylan calculates sums to distract himself. Multiplies by sevens as high as he can go. Seven times sixteen equals one hundred twelve. Seven times seventeen equals one hundred nineteen. Seven times–  His father scoffs, his disdain apparent. “You could at least make an attempt.”  Wylan opens his eyes, but doesn’t shake his head. He can’t without being ill.  “I don’t feel well.” The anger in his father’s eyes burns, he doesn’t care if Wylan’s stomach is as weak as his mind. The fact that no effort, no attempt has been made the entire meal, is a far worse sin than academic incompetence. “You aren’t allowed to leave until you open that book, Wylan.” Dutifully, he does. Then, promptly heaves onto the carpet.  Wylan barely hears the clatter as his father drops his utensils in disgust and walks out of the room, dinner unfinished.  When he stops retching his mouth burns with acid and his stomach feels no better. Wylan waits another few minutes, long enough to apologize to the staff, then leaves too.  The next evening he’s allowed to skip dining and sit in his room. It takes six more days before the physician gives him a new tonic. 

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jesper!!!!