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11. Letting them cry on your shoulder
Wylan makes it as far as the foyer before his legs give out from under him. He wobbles, stumbling, and Jesper tries to catch him, to break his fall, but they both end up sinking to the floor. The tiles of the entryway are cold even through the thick fabric of Wylan’s trousers. He presses a hand to his mouth like it can staunch the guttural cry that escapes his lips as his body starts to tremble and doesn’t stop.
The trial is over. His father will rot in jail for the rest of his life.
“Ssh, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” Jesper murmurs, pulling Wylan into his lap and gently rocking him. “You did so well, my love. It’s over now.”
Wylan just turns his head and sobs into Jesper’s shoulder, clinging to the lapels of his jacket like a small child. He cries until his throat is raw and his head is pounding, until his eyes are red and stinging. Through it all, Jesper holds him, murmuring gentle words into his ear and pressing kiss after kiss to his forehead. They stay on the cold, tiled floor until Wylan cries himself out, body finally falling limp with exhaustion.
“Come on, darling. Let’s get you upstairs,” says Jesper, coaxing Wylan to his feet and then scooping him up into his arms. Wylan lets himself be carried, wrapping his arms around Jesper’s neck and burying his face in the warmth there, his favourite place to seek comfort.
Once in their bedroom, Jesper helps him out of his staid mercher black and into soft sleep clothes, pulling back the covers on their bed and encouraging him under.
“Thank you,” Wylan says when they’re both safely tucked under the duvet.
“What for?”
“For being here.”
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Decided that for Wip Wednesday from now on I'm gonna post my favorite snippet so far from each one of my *many* wesper wips that im working on. Tags under the cut ♡
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Tangled In Your Web > Spiderverse AU Part 2
Crossing the room so that he could loop his arms around Jesper’s neck and give him a kiss. “Do you want to come over to my universe?” Wylan asked softly, lips brushing against Jesper’s as he spoke, “my government likes to profit off their superheroes and they just released a Spiderman movie, I need to laugh about the inaccuracies with you.
Jesper chuckled, kissing Wylan again. “Sounds fun,” he said, already feeling the coil in his stomach loosen.
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To Capture Perfections Muse > Domestic wesper fluff
“You love me,” Jesper managed through his laughter, somehow managing to wrap Wylan up in his arms again.
“I am questioning all my life decisions right now,” Wylan complained, voice muffled where his face was shoved into his hoodie.
“You knew what you getting into,” he said smugly, kissing Wylan’s hair and rocking them side to side.
“Hence the questioning my life choices.”
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Of Latte Art and Sweet Suggestions > 5+1 coffeeshop au
“Just a caramel mocha for me please,” he said slowly, “with extra cream. And extra caramel syrup. Please.”
The barista raised a judgemental eyebrow, “that is far too much sugar,” he said stubbornly, the fake smile falling away to Jesper’s delight.
“It’s good!” Jesper tried to defend, leaning against the counter.
“You are going to rot your teeth out,” the barista said flatly, but he turned his head to the side anyway to type Jesper’s order into the computer, putting the elegant lines of his crooked nose on show. And that jawline, saints.
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50 Ways To Kill A Man > Detective AU
Jesper slammed the phone down with a triumphant grin.
Across the table from him, Inej raised a curious eyebrow. “What’s got you all excited?” She asked somewhat sceptically, pausing on her report. Leaning back on his chair, Jesper crossed his arms behind his head, grinning. “My darling Inej,” he said, ignoring her eyeroll, “Councillor Hoede is dead!”
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The Longest Hour chapter 7 > cowboy au
Jesper barely had a chance to register the fact that Wylan’s side of the bed was empty the next morning before something decidedly soft whacked him in the face.
Jesper spluttered, “wha—” whack.
Scrambling with his right hand, Jesper managed to locate one of his revolvers, fingers curling around the pearl handle just as a voice yelled, “Jesper get up.”
The sheer panic was what spurred him into action, startling him out of his drowsiness.
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To Love Like A Lie > Fake Dating AU
So here he was, at the wedding, with Wylan Van fucking Eck hanging off his arm as a very much unhelpful, very much fake date.
Jesper could only curse whatever ungodly deity was residing in the sky that seemed to have a perverse thrill in making him suffer.
Wylan bit his lip anxiously, eyeing the large crowd of people at the afterparty. “So maybe I was a bit hasty,” he admitted, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. A bit hasty was an understatement.
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Rose Tinted Glasses > Post - Canon Fluff
On these nights, Jesper liked to watch his boyfriend.
He hoped it wasn’t creepy, because he never intended it to be creepy, it was just that Wylan had that weird way of always being able to ground him in the moment, no matter how restless or jittery he may have felt.
It didn’t always work, some nights everything was just too much and Jesper would inevitably slink out of bed with a sigh and go run laps up and down the stairs to cool himself down.
He had a feeling this would be one of those nights, the soft light from the moon was painfully bright and his skin itched and burned with such an intensity that Jesper was half tempted to see if he could simply scratch the feeling away.
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Of Hidden Truths and Drastic Actions > show!wesper tackling key book!wesper scenes
The coin his pocket burned like a hot iron, reminiscent of the way the other coin had heated while he shaped it into a coin, completely at ease with the icy hot pain that surged through Jesper like a shockingly cold river.
Everything was muddled and confused and it hurt, and Jesper didn’t fully understand what was going on.
All he knew, was that when Kaz Brekker said ‘meet Wylan Van Eck,’ his whole world had come to a sudden, screeching stop.
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Of Gunslingers and Journey's Home > omalh epilogue
There was an odd sense of regret when Wylan finally put his last item of clothing into the bag. Six weeks he’d spent in Novyi Zem with Jesper and his father, and yet it had felt more like home then anywhere else.
More then the Slat, more then the boarding house, more then his father’s giant mansion for sure.
He found he didn’t want to leave, not yet.
Tagging some peeps with some pretty cool wips: @crowpricorn @darjeelinh @heypax @jackwolfes @littlelcvestory @mezlymils @sunfl8wer @thesacredlore @violets-and-books
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Kinktober Prompts 2023
1. Gagging (Merthur) here
2. Fisting (Birdflash) here
3. Car sex (Wesper) here
4. Public/Semi-Public Sex (Dorlily)
5. Make up sex (Dick/Roy)
6. Phone sex (Peter/Rose (The Night Agent))
7. Body Worship (Drarry)
8. Pegging (Pandalily)
9. Marking (Peter/Harley (MCU))
10. Praising (NottPott )
11. Period sex (Sterek)
12. Pregnant Sex (Jon/Daenerys)
13. Strip Game (Jercy)
14. Edging (Sabriel)
15. Riding (Percico)
16 . Threesome/Polyamorous (redbirdflash)
17. Partner Swap (Dick/Wally, Roy/Artemis)
18. Toys (Nobleflower)
19. Cunnilingus (Percabeth)
20. Face sitting (Kanej)
21. Table sex (Jon/Daenerys)
22. Bondage (Perpollo)
23. Choking (Dorlene)
24. Begging (Stiles/Scott)
25. Overstimulation (Jegulus)
26. Sex pollen (Birdflash)
27. Blindfold (Peter/Harley)
28. Gender swap (Destiel)
29. Shower/Bath (Jily)
30. Hate sex (Pansy/Hermione)
31. Double Penetration (Perjasico)
Again I will try to do as many as I can manage but who knows what’ll happen 🤷
#merthur#birdflash#wesper#dorlily#roydick#peter x rose#drarry#pandalily#parkner#nottpott#sterek#jonerys#jercy#sabriel#percico#roy x wally x dick#nobleflower#percabeth#kanej#perpollo#dorlene#sciles#jegulus#destiel#jily#pansmione#perjasico#kinktober#october#fic writing
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26 + wesper? 💌
Hello! Sorry this took so long— the holidays are always a more difficult time to focus on writing, and then with Covid, jetlag, and the leftover annoyance of my sprained ankle, I’ve just been off my game.
Thank you for participating, though! And being so patient. These little prompts are really helping me get back in the saddle. And I LOVED writing this one. I think I might even continue it and make it a little oneshot.
Enjoy ❤️
Jesper Fahey couldn’t sit still. This wasn’t something that he was bothered by or defensive about when people mentioned it— not most of the time, at least. It was just a fact. As much of a fact as him having charcoal grey eyes, being devilishly handsome, and being able to shoot a coat button from a half mile away and around a corner.
He had a permanently restless mind— his thoughts raced from one thing to another, and his body was constantly fidgeting. He couldn’t keep up with himself sometimes. And he’d fiddle with his guns, or chew absently at his fingers, desperate for something to occupy him whenever he was idle.
Jes didn’t do idle. And if there was one thing smaller than his attention span, it was the likelihood that he’d been listening in the first place.
It wasn’t his fault his brain was so loud. So constant.
Unless it was a target, focus was just not a Jesper talent.
That particular night, though, Jesper had never stayed still for so long. It took effort to keep his mind in check, but luckily for him, his loud, hectic brain was only thinking about one thing: Wylan Van Eck.
A fluff of half singed curls tickled at the underside of his jaw. There was a puff of a pained whimper across his collarbone. The tip of Wylan’s sooty little nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
Thank the Saints you stopped by to walk him home, he thought, his fingers twitching restlessly over his lover’s smaller frame. He was pressed to his side, a solid, grounding weight where they laid in the workshop's grotty old bed. If it had been worse, he could have…
Well, Jesper would’ve felt terrible for all the cracks he’d made about losing fingers. That was for certain.
He stroked his thumb along the knuckles of the hand he held— one, two, three, four, and a thumb curled loosely by Jesper’s palm. They were all present and accounted for under the fraying edge of the bandage tied there. It probably wasn’t the best patch job, but he was a bit rattled at the time. It would do until Wylan had slept off the worst of the headache— then they could find Nina and beg her help.
For now, it was just them. Just Jesper, really, listening to his own loud mess of overlapping thoughts while Wylan slept, curling in impossibly closer.
He works too much. These long days are too long, and he probably forgot to eat again, and I was too busy to stop by—
It left a pit in his stomach and a twitch in his muscles— to move, to pace, to do something more, even if there was nothing more to be done.
Wylan snuffled against his chest, and Jesper felt the clench of something desperate and warm wrapped around his heart. He pressed his lips to his merchling’s forehead, getting a nose full of his smoky curls while he did.
They’d need a bath when they got back. In a big way. The stench of the chemicals was more than the ventilation shafts could handle. Still, Jesper only held him tighter, feeling a little insane.
He would never forget walking into the workshop that night— the reek of burning chemicals in the air, the thick cloud of bitter smoke that made his throat sting and his eyes water. He was blinded by the dark plume of it, blinking rapidly as he fought to adjust to the dim lamps somewhere in the chaos. Still, Jesper ran down the stairs.
When he called Wylan’s name, he got nothing but stomach-churning silence.
It took a long moment of Jesper shouting himself hoarse, covering his nose and mouth with his— probably now ruined— pocket square, before he picked up the first signs of movement in the wreckage. There was a rattling cough, and then I’m here! He croaked out the words before dissolving into coughs. I’m- I’m alright, just wait—
With a sudden gust of wind, the vents were cranked open as wide as they could go. The noxious fog thinned and, finally, there was the slim silhouette of his lover. He was hunched over with one hand braced against the workbench. The other was cradled to his chest.
Jesper was at his side faster than he knew he could move. With the reassurance of that standing, awake, alive merchling in his arms, Jes’s brain immediately filled with a hundred shouted questions— what happened? Where does it hurt? Let me see your hand—
In the end, he didn’t need to say a word. Which was a good thing, because not a single word could seem to make it from his brain to his mouth. Wylan was leaning heavily into his chest, his knees wobbly enough that Jesper had to steady him with an arm around his waist. The other was nothing more than a blur, flitting uselessly across the smaller man’s frame like he could scan him for injuries.
My… he swallowed with an audible click, a breath from Jesper’s ear, my head. I hit my head.
Sure enough, there was a bloody mat of hair at the back of his head. His fingers came away stained red. Sucking his teeth nervously, Jesper’s brain got louder, but he didn’t say anything for the moment. Wylan’s eyes were glassy, but focused, and he took that as a good sign as he stroked lightly over his wild hair, trying to assess the damage better. It was so tender that even Jes’s barely present little probe was too much. Wy hissed.
Jes, please.
Okay— okay, Love. He carefully removed his goggles from the top of his head, and plucked the plugs from his ears. I’ve got you.
By the time he shuffled him over to the bed, the smoke had cleared. Jesper sighed at the state of it all— the workshop and the mad scientist included— and let himself revel for just a moment in sheer relief.
It wasn’t nearly as bad as it seemed.
Snagging a roll of bandages and a half-assed first aid kit from a shelf near the bed, Jesper could see that the smoke was much worse than the actual explosion. There was a splintered gouge in the workbench that would need sanding— as if anything ever got sanded in the Barrel— and a sooty stain where it all happened, but other than a few broken bottles and vials, it was no worse for wear.
Wylan must’ve been right there when the blast went off. The support beam behind the workbench had a small blood stain at just about head height for his merchling. He was sooty and singed, with only two perfect circles of clean skin around his eyes— at least he’d been wearing his gear. All that was hurt were his pretty little head, and a messy looking red burn on his right hand.
Alright, Jesper nodded, trying to remember what his da did to gauge Jesper’s head injuries growing up. Head first, merchling. D’you know your name?
Wylan’s lips twitched like he might laugh. A good sign. Wylan Van Eck.
Mhm. And where d’you live, Wylan?
The Slat, with- with my boyfriend.
He never got tired of hearing that. You’ve got a boyfriend? That’s a shame. Wylan managed half a little smile when Jesper winked at him. Come here often?
Jes, he sighed, my head hurts.
He cooed sympathetically, cupping his cheek as softly as he could with one hand while he used his sacrificial pocket square to smear away a little bit of the soot with the other.
I know, Love— you gave it a good, hard smack. But you’re not slurring, you’re not disoriented. So, that’s a point in your favour. Are you nauseous? Dizzy?
Jesper had had enough concussions to at least remember how they felt. Wylan nodded. A bit— the dizziness was pretty bad at first, I… I think I’m fine now, though.
Just in case, it was best not to move him yet. And by the time he was finished dabbing a burn salve into the raw skin of his hand and was tying off the bandage, Wylan’s pretty brown eyes were halflidded. He was swaying just a little where he sat at the edge of the bed.
Jes kissed the top of the bandage.
He supposed a little nap couldn’t hurt. The clock tower was striking 8 bells, and Kaz was sure to be wondering where Jesper had gone— he’d mentioned something about a meeting? He’d never given him a time, though, so he had no right to give him his disappointed face when they got back.
At least, Jes didn’t remember a time.
Well, something more important came up.
The most important thing was Wylan’s poor beleaguered head, pillowed on his chest. His steady breaths were leaving little puffs of warm air across Jesper’s chest. And with that bandaged hand held loosely in his own, his brain finally felt a little quieter.
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The Heart Knows
Prompt: Secrets - Day 7 of Wesper Week @wesperweek2023
CW: Gambling, drunkenness, fighting, referenced child abuse, addiction.
Words: 1995
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He didn’t mean to. Never really did Jesper Fahey mean to do something.
It just happened. It was the wrong place at the wrong time, a bad time but a good one—at least until he woke up the next morning. One time it was a bad place but it was the right person. Wylan was the only good thing he had accidentally fallen into, and now he managed to mess that up as well.
They got back from Novyi Zem a few months ago. That’s when it started. After they left the farm Jesper couldn’t take it, having nothing to do. Wylan handled numbers all day and went meeting to meeting, but there were no forms to sign or analytics papers to read, and they were at a stalemate with another mercher in passing off a law. Wylan didn’t need his help much right now and that left a lot of time for him to pass. Some days Wylan didn’t work, and Jesper could be lazy at home while listening to Wylan play piano, or dance him around the foyer because the staff were gone. Other days he didn’t work they went out to the barrel to see Kaz or for Jesper to see old Dregs friends, and occasionally Wylan would stop by a less than legal shop with a cloak and Jesper at the door so he could buy some things for his projects.
But now Wylan was working, and Jesper’s coping mechanism for the crawl under his skin and the weight on his shoulders was in the barrel, at a card table, and with drinks and cheap food in his stomach. He’d been going for months since they were back, and it had only gotten worse the more he went because now he had no debts to avoid. Wylan had a lot of money, and Jesper used it to have a lot of fun he should have found elsewhere. He couldn’t help himself, no matter how hard he tried. He even asked Marya to accompany him shopping but eventually he dropped her off back home and made the excuse of going to see Kaz to go to the den they passed. It was his secret, but Wylan was smarter than his guilty conscience.
Wylan was supposed to be at a business meeting that night. Jesper walked through the front door, drunk and pockets almost entirely empty (he got too drunk to keep going). He could have sworn his heart leapt right into his throat. Wylan stood in front of him, mercher black covering his freckled body and his bright hair dim in the off lights of the foyer. He looked unimpressed, arms crossed and putting his weight on one leg. His blue eyes reflected the lightning that came through the window, and it was terrifying.
Jesper locked the door behind him, not taking his eyes off his boyfriend. He swallowed when Wylan opened his mouth. “Jesper, where were you?”
“Bar,” he said, hiccuping a second later. “With Kaz.”
“And your drinks cost the two-thousand kruge that was in my safe?”
He stuck to half-truths. “I bought everyone's rounds.”
His mouth downturned. “Jesper!”
“Fine,” he spat, starting to shrug off his coat. He held it in one fist. “I was at a gambling hall. Happy?”
“Not at all,” he said, tightening his grip on his arms. “Why would you go to a hall, Jes? You know how you-”
“Don’t ‘Jes’ me,” he said, holding up both hands to make quotations with his fingers. “You started this fight.” Somehow he had turned and was now off-facing Wylan.
“Jesper,” he said, stepping forwards, reaching with one hand. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not that drunk,” he grumbled, turning around. “I only had some drinks.”
“Jesper,” he said, and his voice was gentle. Jesper hated the fragility. What did Wylan think he was going to do? Bawl? Fall to his knees? Vomit? Beg for forgiveness? There were too many options for why. He felt like he could use a game of makkers wheel. Less options that way, leaving it down to chance of why Wylan was speaking to him like that. He didn’t feel like trying to figure it out. “Come to bed. Let’s talk in the morning.”
“I don’t need to lie down,” he shot, whirling around and throwing up a hand. The force of his turn made Wylan stumble, and he looked up at Jesper like he didn’t know him, blue eyes big, hand slightly raised, but not because it fell from Jesper’s shoulder.
Jesper’s heart fell from his throat, now resting in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t figure out why he had done that, it was stupid. He knew Wylan didn’t like sudden, exasperated motions too close to his face. Every sudden move his father had made near him usually ended poorly for him, and Jesper knew that, so he wanted to know why in Ghezen’s name he had just moved that way.
“Wylan,” he mumbled, stepping forwards carefully. Wylan didn’t move. “I’m sorry. I don’t know- I didn’t mean to… I would never-”
Wylan moved a finger up to his lips, but he didn’t quite meet his eyes. He just nodded, stepping back, and the silence was suffocating. He took Jesper’s arm with both hands, guiding him out of the foyer and up their stairs. When they got to their room, he undressed him, the ruffle of clothes and lash of thunder outside was the only thing Jesper had to hide behind. Soon they were both in their night clothes, and Wylan left Jesper alone. He sat up in bed, sitting with his legs crossed. He watched the door until Wylan came back, but he didn’t come back before Jesper’s eyes fell and his weight shifted down onto the mattress. The beating of his heart guided him into sleep.
He woke from a nightmare. He didn’t have much after getting drunk and sleeping, but this time he had. It was a little blurry in his memory, as was most of last night, but it left him shaken. He climbed out of bed, glancing appreciatively at the water and pills on his bedside table. He found a spoon of honey next to them. He sighed, taking everything waiting for him, then crossed the room to his dresser. The ache in his legs from stumbling around in the rain until he got home made him particularly slow, and it was irritating. He changed into new clothes, then slid out of the bedroom door.
Wylan was in their office. The rain knocked on the window, thunder and lightning occupied the dark clouds that made it difficult to determine the time. The fire blazed, and Wylan had his back to the open door. He stood next to his desk in front of the room’s window. He leaned on it, facing the fireplace and looking down at a paper in his hands. Jesper could tell even from the entrance that it was a page for statistics. There was a document behind him where Wylan kept things “to do”, and he knew it had words that he hadn’t been there to read.
He stepped inside, moving so his bare feet were on the large rug in the room. It was a deep red, and he and Wylan had bickered about whether or not they should get a blue one instead when they first settled in the office. His footsteps were silent, and he came up behind him, slightly off to the side due to the desk blocking him. He leaned forwards, reaching out. “Behind you,” he murmured, and Wylan jumped and turned around. Jesper smiled, though it was a poor attempt at an apology and it was sad in its entirety. He let him wrap his arms around him, his shoulders pressed to his chest. He set the paper down on the desk as Jesper pressed a kiss to his hair. “I’m so sorry, Wylan,” he whispered. “I didn’t want you to be upset, so I didn’t tell you when it started up again.” He looked up at him, listening. Jesper swallowed. “But that was stupid. And what happened last night wasn’t fair, and I’m sorry.”
He placed his hand on Jesper’s cheek, his elbow resting on his arm around his waist. “I’m not angry with you.”
“You should be.”
“I’m worried about you.”
He sighed. “I kind of wish you were angry instead.”
Wylan’s smile was small, and it was there only for a moment. “It’s okay to have a problem, Jes. It’s not okay to hide it.”
“I know,” he murmured.
He brought his hand down to his chest, turning his arms so he could face him better. “Then why don’t you do something about it?”
“Because it’s so much easier not to,” he said, trying to be honest. “It’s hard to quit once I start up.”
His naturally soft voice dropped a little, close to a whisper. “How long has this been going on?”
He cleared his throat, looking away from his eyes to the floor. The rug should be blue, he thinks, like Wylan’s eyes. “About a month.”
“Jesper.”
“I wanted to tell someone,” he said, looking back. “But I was scared they would make me stop, so I hid it.”
“You need to stop,” he said, reaching up to hold his face. “It’s bad for you.”
He nodded. “I need help.”
“Then tell me what to do.”
His eyes widened. “Who said you had to do anything?”
His brow furrowed. “Me, because I love you and I don’t want you to hide things from me.”
His heart thumped, inching its way back where it was supposed to be. “You love me?”
“I do,” he said, smiling. “And this scares me. So I want to help.”
He tilted his head, pressing their noses together. “I love you too.” He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry about last night. You know I would never hurt you, don’t you? And that I don’t mean to scare you?”
“It wasn’t about you,” he murmured. “I promise. And I know.” He smiled and opened one eye. “You’ll always scare me, because I’ll always want you to be safe, but you can’t put yourself in a place that’s bad for you.”
He nodded. “I’m working on it.”
“And I’m going to help.” He pulled away from him. Jesper shivered, missing the body heat, missing knowing Wylan was safe in his arms, and wondered if that’s how Wylan felt every time he abruptly got up to do something and left him wherever they had been cuddling. Wylan came back around the desk, holding out a piece of paper and a pen. “We’re going to talk and you’re going to tell me how I can help and what we need to do to keep you from relapsing.” He put them in Jesper’s hands.
He raised an eyebrow at the paper, then to Wylan. “I don’t need a list.”
“They help you even though you won’t admit it. I know they do.”
He grinned. “Well, aren’t you observant?”
“Kaz’s fault,” he said, and Jesper tickled him under the ribs when he walked by. He gasped and fell back on the couch he had been walking towards, laughing gently. He sat next to him, shifting so they were close, and laid the paper out on the table. He dipped the pen in ink as Wylan put his head on his shoulder. At the top, he wrote: Helping Jesper, because both of them needed to know how to.
Wylan closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. He smiled softly, wrapping an arm around him and placing the other hand on his knee. Wylan placed one hand on his chest, right over his heart. He started to talk, and he listened to his heart beat as he approved or commented on Wylan’s suggestions. They started to write things down, but Wylan stayed tucked safely against Jesper. His heart was where it needed to be.
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7 for wesper😴🐔
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7: to shut them up
hi!! here it is 💗💗
D&D nights are a nightmare, and Wylan wonders why on earth he still goes. He should be back at his dorm polishing his last project due tomorrow night but, instead, here he is.
Wylan agreed to one trial night months ago, and somehow he found himself stuck to a every other week night session of role-playing. Not that he hates it — he loves it and he is also fairly lucky with dice. It's just that D&D nights are a mess of yelling young adults that can't accept the fact they are unlucky with dice.
Namely, that's Jesper.
They play because he and Kaz had wanted to try something new rather than watching Moana for the fifth time in a row or playing Risk — "It lasts an eternity," they always complain. Not that Dungeons & Dragons lasts any shorter — on the contrary. But it's way more fun and dynamic. That is, until Jesper throws his dice and it never goes over a five or six.
"It is unfair," Jesper yells now, pointing his finger against Kaz's master book. "I'm sure you're tricking us."
"I'm not tricking you, Fahey. You get a three, you fall into the pit full of snakes. Wait for someone to save you and shut up."
"But I don't want someone to save me," Jesper whines.
"Then you stay down there and shut up."
They keep bickering for a while longer, and Wylan loses himself in chatting away with Inej and Nina, while Matthias tries to back Kaz up.
"Jesper, stop being a kid and let us play," Nina yells after a while.
Jesper pouts, crossing his arms before his chest and darting hostile gazes all around. "Fine, but you'll have to drag your asses here and save me. Again," he spits, eyeing Kaz in hopes of a reaction. But Kaz is already face back into his manual, ignoring Jesper on purpose.
Wylan's mind swarms during the dullest moments, all focused on the project he has not finished and how annoying it is to be here during such a bad Jesper day. Which means that he is insufferable every bit of the way, a constant litany of complaints about Kaz's directions and his dice numbers and that thing Nina's character got as a gift that he would have liked for himself.
Wylan shoves his face into his character sheet the umpteenth time that Jesper interrupts the game to complain. Inej pushes her chair back and stands up with a groan, circling the room and then heading to grab some drinks from Kaz's fridge.
"Bring me a beer," Nina yells after her, surely desperate to wash the night away with a bit of alcohol rather than keep listening to their friend's antics.
Ideally, they all know about Jesper's gambling past and how he shouldn't be encouraged around bets and dice. They also know how little self control he has. That's why they spend their nights around safe board games easy to enjoy without further addiction. That's how D&D nights began.
Wylan watches Jesper stand as well and mutter a choked Going to the bathroom and, before he even realizes, he is strolling behind him.
"Are you alright?" Wylan asks as soon as Jesper opens the bathroom door. Jesper jumps, surely unaware he has been followed until Wylan speaks. He turns, with a sour and sad smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
" 'Course," he dreads.
Wylan sighs, leaning against the wall. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks. He would never prompt Jesper into talking more, but he also knows his friend and he can see that he has one of those days. Jesper does start talking, like he had been waiting for nothing else than permission to.
He complains about Kaz's leading ways and about this stupid campaign and about his dice throwing luck. He also complains about his character — a half-orc paladin — that he found so brilliant at the beginning and that now he has grown tired of. Inej once told him that they are campaigning just for fun — nothing is involved except their friendship and the intricate worlds that Kaz loves to throw them into. But Wylan knows that Jesper can't stand losing, feeling less than the others, staying behind. And whenever a dice lands on a one, or two, he sees his friend retreat into a shell of self dread and despair.
"We don't have to keep playing if it affects you this much," Wylan whispers.
"But I like it. I just wish I could… be lucky? Or, or be as chill as the rest of you," he mumbles.
Wylan stands there and lets him talk, and talk, and as he speaks his own focus shifts from Jesper's words to his gorgeous face, his bright eyes, the shape of his mouth. The way his hands and body move to bring his words out with more clarity, the way his brows dart up or down whenever he says something he likes or doesn't like.
Jesper is a machine full of clogs for Wylan to uncover and discover, and now he lets himself follow every gear to his heart's content. Until it becomes annoying again to hear all these hasty, complaining words about this or that Kaz behavior or gaming strategy or luck, until Wylan—
He doesn't think, that's the thing.
He is leaning against the wall one second and shoving his mouth against Jesper's but a moment later.
He realizes just as soon as his lips press against Jesper's, but it's too late to do anything other than stiffen right there where he is, eyes stubbornly closed because if he opens them the truth of this will shower over him.
It has the desired effect, though, because Jesper was talking too much and now he is not talking at all and he is as stiff as a stone.
I broke him, Wylan thinks, and he starts to push away, finally defeated by the fact that he will have to face his friend. His friend that he just kissed. On the mouth. To shut him up — even though he is the one who encouraged him to start talking to begin with. Maybe shutting him up was just an excuse that his mind found for him to finally act on this stupid crush he has been restraining for quite a while now. Whatever it is that prompted him to kiss Jesper, he knows he fucked up. Jesper was having a moment, and he ruined it with something selfish like a kiss of all things. Besides, they are friends. Friends don't go around kissing friends.
Just as he is about to push back, though, Jesper presses forward, making sure that Wylan feels that the kiss is being reciprocated. A choked whining sound surges from Jesper's throat when Wylan opens his mouth to exhale a held back, surprised breath and then deepens the kiss.
Jesper moves into the kiss also, leaning closer, hands grasping Wylan's arms and his waist and his curls — but he is ever moving, so it doesn't come as a surprise. On the contrary, Wylan likes it.
He is the first one to break the kiss, pushing his forehead against Jesper's and opening his eyes only to be met by Jesper's impossibly wide gray eyes. Wylan smiles, and then starts laughing against his friend's face, gently brushing his nose with Jesper's.
"Holy shit," Jesper exhales. Then, pushing Wylan back by the shoulders so that he can look at him, "Holy shit. You kissed me."
Wylan smiles again, feeling euphoric and dizzy with joy. He did! "Mh," he answers.
"No, I mean… you kissed me. You are like," Jesper flushes, and if his skin was any clearer Wylan is sure he would see splotches of furious, red blush all over. "You are beautiful. And amazing and gorgeous and I've had this massive, stupid crush for like… And I'm just…"
Wylan grabs Jesper by the collar and kisses him again. And again when Jesper starts to show signs of wanting to talk again. And again until Jesper is reduced to a pathetic puddle, letting himself be pushed closer and hugged tighter and kissed better.
"But what do you… Mh," Jesper moans around the umpteenth kiss.
"Stop talking," Wylan complains. "Just," he blushes, "shut up and kiss me."
And Jesper does. They kiss for what feels like ages but shouldn't be more than ten minutes, until someone comes knocking on the bathroom door — Matthias, who really urgently needs to use the toilet and that won't even notice how entangled they are in each other.
When they go back, Wylan watches Kaz sourly shove a five kruge bill in Nina's already waiting hand. "I told you," she sing-songs, eyeing the two of them with a knowing look.
Wylan blushes, but he also glares her way because "Betting on your friends kissing is fucked up. How do you even know we were?"
"It's written all over your faces," Inej whispers from her chair.
"At least now Jesper might play without throwing a tantrum," Kaz adds. "You can kiss him every time he tries. I am not above some pda when it's needed."
And Wylan — well, he is not above some pda to shut Jesper up every now and then, either. If anything, their D&D sessions get all the more interesting and fun from that moment onward.
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Hi hello there is ZERO pressure AT ALL to write this but from the prompt list-
"oh wow- *practically fumbling to find words* you look.. grown." then immediately regretting talking ever .
is the most Wesper thing I’ve ever read and I can just picture it SO CLEARLY
(that’s all I hope you’re having just the BEST day full of things you love)
i was in fact having a Bad day but this cheered me up, ty lovelie 💖
Jesper Fahey’s first kiss was a clumsy little affair in the treehouse behind his auntie’s house in Kerch.
Auntie wasn’t his Aunt: both of his parents were only children. But the woman that his Da took Jesper to visit every other year was his auntie. She was Auntie, in the way that the ladies that lived two farms over were aunties, and the way the local women that shelled peas in markets were aunties, and the old ladies who Jesper’s Da always taught him to help up stairs were aunties. She wasn’t his aunt, but she was Auntie.
The only kids this Auntie had were grown by the time Jesper could walk, but she never moved from the house she raised her children in. Jesper remembers seeing the treehouse built into a sturdy oak the very first time his Da brought him to visit. It was love at first sight.
That was the treehouse he had his first kiss in.
Auntie didn’t have grandchildren, and Jesper foolishly took that to mean that it was his for the taking. Fair game. Open county. That treehouse was a mountain, an ocean, a castle – and he was going to be its king.
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The summer he turned twelve was the year he met Wylan.
He thinks he was already twelve when they first met, but their first meeting may have been before his birthday. He can’t quite remember now. Looking back his memory is too tangled up in the other details of that beautifully long summer. Fireworks and barbecues; trips to the beach. Hutspot he helped make, always loving the novelty of food he couldn’t easily get back home.
He remembers an awful lot of that summer.
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oh okay so is it alr if I sent a prompt? I thought of it during school and it's stuck in my head now
its switch for wylan and jesper; they are in their room and are bored and jesper asks wylan if he wants to play a "game". wylan agrees to it and jesper explains that wylan has to guess what he is thinking, or jesper is gonna tickle him. So they do that and after a bit they stop. And wylan is like "you never specified if revenge was allowed or not" and gets him back.
sorry it's really long, I just didn't really know how to describe it smaller :DD
i love wesper sm ofc
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44. "Make me" for Wesper? 🙈
I’m very happy this is the first new request I got
44. “Make me.”
“Jesper, come on, you’ve made it this long. Don’t ruin it,” Wylan pleaded.
Jesper rubbed a hand over his face with a sigh. He had been feeling antsy all day, and he’d almost made it out the door; now, this conversation was prolonging his agony. And it was not the type of prolonged agony he enjoyed.
Although he had Wylan well-rehearsed in that by now, too.
“I’m just going for a drink,” he insisted. “You don’t need me to read you bedtime stories tonight, tomorrow’s a free day. Which also makes it a perfectly acceptable time for a hangover, so you can’t complain about that, either.”
Wylan narrowed his eyes.
Normally, Jesper would enjoy this. Getting Wylan all strung up with his panties in a twist was just as entertaining as making him blush. But on this occasion, it was decidedly not in Jesper’s favour. Maybe it was time to work for that blush.
He sidled up to Wylan and slid a hand along his jaw, cupping his cheek with care. In a moment, he hoped to have it heating under his palm. “Don’t worry, love. I don’t plan on staying out, I’ll still be back to warm your bed.”
Voilà.
Wylan’s cheeks pinked at Jesper’s low tone and sultry wink, and he swayed a little into Jesper’s orbit, and then a frown reclaimed his features. “You think I don’t know when you’re lying to me, and it’s insulting. I’m not naive, Jes.”
Despite the twitch and tremble that was still encasing Jesper’s bones, urging him to move and go, to get this over with so he could escape and satisfy the itch under his skin, his chest tightened and he grew stiller. Unlike Jesper’s assurance and bravado, the hurt swimming in Wylan’s eyes wasn’t fake.
“Of course you’re not,” he said, softer. The self-resentment was building up in him quickly, but it had already been there driving him. This was only worsening the rush of his blood and the pounding in his head. “But I’m not lying. What makes you think I am?”
“You’re not lying,” Wylan repeated. “So the reason you’re not going to the Crow Club, where you’d probably get them to give you your drinks for free, isn’t so that you won’t have Kaz’s eyes on you?”
Jesper raised a brow and tried not to feel too caught. “Why would it be? Quite fancy Kaz’s eyes on me from time to time, makes me feel special. You know how he is with his attention. Flattering to have it, really.”
“Not when he’s cutting you off before you can even bet your first hand,” Wylan said bluntly.
Jesper bit back a swear. It’s not worth fighting with Wylan. It’s not. “It’s sweet that you believe Kaz gives a toss about anything I do.”
Wylan simply tilted his head and gave him a look.
“I’ll be back in a bit. You won’t even know I’m gone,” Jesper tried again, already backing up.
“Jes,” Wylan caught onto his wrist. He’d softened considerably within the space of a second. The sternness was given up, and he was now powering those baby blues with puppy pleading. “Come on. What’s going on? You said you’d talk to me instead.”
“Nothing’s going on,” Jesper got out, “entirely nothing, even though I should already have a drink in my hand, because I’m still here, talking about nothing.”
Wylan wilted, and the self-resentment was really rearing it’s head. Still, Wylan gripped him tighter. “Clearly it’s something, if you’re acting like a child.”
“Leave it, Wy,” Jesper warned.
Of course, it didn’t work. Wylan was smart—a little genius, truly, one of the smartest people he knew—but his intelligence twisted and grew under guidance like Kaz Brekker’s. Meaning, it was not an intelligence that heeded something so irrelevant as a direct warning.
No, instead Wylan’s eyes sparked with something, a lightbulb rather than a flash-bomb going off, and he worked his way back into Jesper’s space, and said, “Make me.”
“Oh, I—“ Jesper froze where he’d already begun to lean into Wylan, voice dipping low again with such little prompting at the familiar thrill of such a taunt. He froze, making the abrupt change in his mood stop in its tracks, and he narrowed his eyes. “I see what you’re doing.”
Wylan’s expression was still puppy-innocent, but now those eyes were telling. “I’m not doing anything.”
Jesper laughed with closed lips and pressed a little closer, resistance crumbling despite himself. He was thinking you can’t possibly give in that easily, and then he was snapping back at the thought this isn’t what I shouldn’t give into. He did know exactly what Wylan was doing; it was a neat, nasty little trick that didn’t and wouldn’t always work.
But it was—or had been so far—a sure fire way of twisting Jesper’s thoughts enough to get him thinking clearly again. Even if it didn’t always have the intended result. Even if it ended in impromptu target practice with Jan Van Eck’s lingering, useless but precious belongings, an activity that kept Wylan and his mother up much too late much too often. Even if it meant getting shockingly drunk on whatever liquor Wylan would prefer they didn’t have to buy. Even if it meant, on one particularly terrible occasion in which he’d been feeling particularly pathetic, sobbing in Wylan’s arms for an indistinct but embarrassingly long time for lack of knowing what the hell else he was ever supposed to do with himself.
He didn’t know which kind of night this one was, yet, and it left his softly-spoken words ringing true. “That’s a dangerous game, merchling.”
“You can’t call me that anymore,” Wylan reminded him, which meant he was rather losing his game already.
But, then again, Jesper was still here, and now he was even sliding an arm round Wylan’s waist as his brows rose. “If you’re looking for a new nickname, darling, I’m sure we can find one. I was, however, under the impression that you quite liked the original.”
Wylan looked dubious. “What gave you that idea?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Jesper smirked. Both arms held Wylan now with hands pressed to his back, the relentless twitch and buzz beneath their skin morphing into a new fire. Wylan’s hands curled over Jesper’s shoulders in response, the light in his eyes shifting as well.
“For now,” Wylan agreed, carefully. “Are you going to stay?”
The question was more tentative than it should’ve been in the context, more hopeful and pleading than Jesper deserved. He’d been asked before, and Wylan hadn’t really believed him then. He mustn’t have, when his voice was wobbling now. Jesper had promised to come back that night, though even he couldn’t be sure he’d manage that, and Wylan knew it. Wylan never wanted Jesper to go off and rid himself of all the progress he’d supposedly made, never wanted Jesper run around and make a mess after he’d mostly managed to clean himself up.
Jesper had never really taken the time to recognise that, possibly, Wylan didn’t want him to go do all of these things because Wylan was still afraid he would go.
It was ridiculous, and it would have made the self-resentment tear him apart if it didn’t simply break his heart. Gambling was a hard habit to quit, and he knew one of these times in which he teetered on the edge he was bound to fall, but even this long proved it was something he could live without. He didn’t need to go back to it. It was the itch and the thrill of the risk, the restless energy and fruitless desire that was a part of him; not the cards themselves. It would not cut anything out of him to cut himself off (as he continued to tell himself, every damned day).
Wylan, on the other hand, was a piece of his heart. It would hurt Jesper to leave behind even for a moment, and it would kill him not to return for it.
Jesper could tell him all of this and watch him melt, the heat that would rise to his cheeks burning him down. He could gamble his heart with Wylan and know he wouldn’t lose it; that Wylan would instead accept it happily, cradle it and keep it safe for him, stop him from tossing it to the flames on a reckless whim. For once, he knew his odds quite well and could see how heavily they were stacked in his favour.
And yet, it was one risk he wasn’t quite ready to take—not with the itch still shoving him towards the door.
Wylan deserved to hear it, when Jesper could be sure it wouldn’t end up looking like a lie.
For now, he’d anchor himself the best way he knew how, and hope Wylan would feel the words in each touch anyway.
He slid his hands around further, pulling Wylan even closer, and dipped down to brush his nose against Wylan’s as teasingly as he could. “If you’re so adamant,” he murmured, “why don’t you make me?”
It wasn’t enough for Wylan—as far as Jesper was concerned. But Wylan knew he had won, and lit up brighter than Jesper felt he had earned.
Today, it turned out to be more than enough for Jesper. Wylan’s hands slipped Jesper’s off his back, then pinned them behind Jesper’s own as the young merchant let their lips brush. Jesper made a sound he would have been more embarrassed by if he wasn’t so relieved at the new anticipation burning through him. He didn’t need the cards, he didn’t need the cards, he didn’t need the cards.
But bloody hell, he needed Wylan. Much more urgently, all of a sudden.
“How do you suppose I should do that?” Wylan asked, brave even through his blush, eyes already dark and lips already parted as Jesper gave into him.
“Off to a good start,” Jesper said.
Prompt List
#wesper#six of crows#soc#jesper x wylan#prompts#this was supposed to be shorter and sultrier but jesper’s an emotional human being 😪#aka a bit of a mess#and i love him much too much#so instead we have this! the first grishaverse thing i’ve written!#hope you don’t hate it <3
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6 for the new writing prompt?
Hello friend! Thank you for playing :)
6. Listening to them rant
“I’m just saying, it’s absolutely ridiculous that they won’t listen to me on principle. Just because I’m the youngest person on the council doesn’t automatically mean that I’m wrong.” Wylan pauses his rant, breathing harshly.
Jesper can’t help but smile to himself, endlessly fond. Wylan is always beautiful, but he’s especially beautiful when he’s passionate about something, even when that something is the fact that the merchant council are (largely) a bunch of old, white, arrogant men who think that they know best. There’s a flush on Wylan’s cheeks, two bright spots of pink that Jesper will forever find endearing, and he’s gesturing wildly with his fork instead of actually eating with it.
“If they’d just stop being so Ghezen-damned prejudiced and listened to people who might, in fact, know better than them…” he trails off again, noticing the expression on Jesper’s face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” Jesper asks around a mouthful of potato.
“I don’t know, like you’re amused by me, or something.”
Shrugging, Jesper says, “I just think you’re pretty when you get worked up about something.”
“I’m sorry, I should stop talking. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to today?” Wylan ducks his head and shovels some food into his mouth.
“No, no.” Jesper shakes his head firmly. “I’ve told you, you don’t need to apologise for talking. I’m listening to you, love. I am. And you’re right, the council has been stuck in their ways for far too long, and it’s about time that they paid attention to someone else’s opinions.”
If it’s even possible, Wylan’s cheeks pink even more.
Jesper reaches across the table and takes his hand. “Tell me about your ideas, I’m sure you have some.”
“Of course I do. Well, I spoke with Karl and Mikhail earlier and they said…”
Sitting back, Jesper smiles as Wylan starts to talk again. His eyes are shining, alight with energy as he tells Jesper about his ideas for the council, sending him a withering look when Jesper suggests telling them all where to shove it. Jesper could listen to him talk all day and never tire of it, so he nods in agreement and interjects with his own thoughts, and encourages his brilliant boyfriend to keep talking well into the night.
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tagged by @jackwolfes share some fic inspiration.
The cowboy au is so funny because like... it all started because my friend jack wanted cowboys and a 'knife to throat scene' and it all just spiralled out of control honestly.
Tagging: anyone who wants to do it! ♡♡
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A slow afternoon at the Crow Club has the six of them heading to the city fayre... Jesper is dying to win Wylan a teddy on the shooting game.
Background Kanej/Helnik - just some fluff!
Accepting Wesper prompts on my Tumblr!
#wesper#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#wylan van sunshine#jesper x wylan#six of crows#crookedkingdom#grishaverse#nina zeni#matthias helvar#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#kanej#helnik#wesper fanfic
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wesper, 6 and/or 26 please (much predictable, i know xD)
Beloved friend! I’m so sorry this took so long. But I’m really happy with how it turned out ❤️ it even broke 2k 😅 which is a little ridiculous for a prompt game, but I can’t say I mind. This is a continuation of the last prompt, where poor Wylan concusses himself in a workshop accident, and poor Jesper is terrified when he finds him.
The torrent of water— after a few long moments of ominous clunking sounds from the pipes— got hot enough to steam the mirror. It was one of the greatest luxuries in the Barrel, to have at least semi-regular access to hot water. Jes unfolded the canvas divider to separate a private little space for him and Wylan. Thankfully, everyone was still out at either the club or elsewhere in the Barrel, so the two of them had the place to themselves.
It wasn’t really good form to lock the door, but Jesper had more important things to worry about.
The washrooms on their floor of the Slat were the nicest in the building— it wasn’t saying too much, but it was still a considerable show of rank within the dregs.
The tub was a lovely burnished copper, and the tile wasn’t nearly as cracked under his bare feet as the bathrooms downstairs, or the washroom in the old club. There was no draft to chill his naked skin, even with the winter wind howling outside the window. It was clear that Kaz hadn’t forgotten to look after his crows’ creature comforts when he started throwing Nikolai’s money into restoring the old place. Jesper told himself that he would do his best to remember that when his boss came round to chew him out later.
According to Nina, he’d been nearly ready to send a search party out. Even if it’s murderously, it’s nice to know he thinks of me, I suppose. He rolled his eyes to himself.
He’d say the joke out loud if he thought his slow-eyed companion would be able to follow more than a few words at a time. But, in the ever-so-slightly brighter lamps of the bathroom, it was clear by the look of him that Wylan was not processing much. He swayed as Jesper deftly unbuttoned his waistcoat, and felt his grip tighten almost painfully at Jesper’s shoulder when he helped him step out of his trousers, shoes and socks.
Shouldn’t have let him sleep, he chastised himself, chewing his lip, lucky he didn’t fall into a bloody coma.
Wylan stumbled as Jes stood back up, and he caught him by the hips just in time. His merchling made a wounded little sound. It echoed in the sudden quiet after Jesper had turned off the spout, and tugged at his heart. Leaning heavily into his side, Jesper brushed a kiss to his temple.
“How’s the patient, then?”
Wylan hummed. “Tired. Cold. Everything hurts.”
Still not slurring, though. He let out a long breath, and made sure Wylan was stable on his own two feet before he stepped into the tub. It bordered on too warm, and Jesper hissed through his teeth like a kettle letting off steam, giving himself a moment to adjust before holding out his hands to his lover.
“Well, I can certainly fix one of those things. Nauseous? Dizzy?”
Wylan started to nod and went abruptly very white. He stumbled to Jesper’s outstretched hands, gripping tightly. His knees buckled like a newborn foal, and Jes didn’t hesitate to pull him in. The lip of the copper tub was the only thing between them, taking his poor lover at the waist. Wylan’s sooty face buried itself in his shoulder. “Alright,” he murmured, taking slow breaths as if that was in any way helpful, “okay— nauseous or dizzy?”
There was a moment where the only sound was Wylan’s breathing, roughly mimicking Jesper’s. “D-Dizzy.” He finally said.
“Let’s sit you down, then.” He kept his voice as soft as the amber lights, filtered through the haze of steam. Wy would be having sensitive ears and eyes for a bit. He’d never been the type to comfort or nurse someone, but… hopefully it was helping. “C’mere Love— just step carefully.”
Finally, they melted into the warm water. Wylan curled into his chest and seemed for all the world like he was about to fall right back to sleep. Jesper hated nudging his side.
“No sleeping, merchling— we’ve got a job to do.” He reached over to the small stool at his elbow, collecting a small cup.
“We have to?” He complained. Jes managed a half a laugh.
“Well, you look like the wrong end of a fuse, and both of us smell like a chemical fire. Because, there was very nearly a chemical fire, remember?”
Wylan waved away the thought with a slow motion flick of his bandaged hand.
“Tired.” He muttered. Jes could feel him pouting against his chest, and it made him feel like screaming for some reason. It made him want to bundle the smaller man up and away from the world; he never wanted him let him go; he never wanted him to go back anywhere near that damned workshop.
Suddenly, the idea of getting hurt as evidence of experience was an utterly idiotic metric to Jesper.
“Well, we can’t get you off to bed till you’re clean and dry, can we?” He smoothed a hand up and down his merchling’s back. He counted each bump of his spine until he reached his hips. “Let me get a look at you.”
It was best to get this out of the way first, right?
With hands so gentle they nearly shook, Jesper scooped water into the cup, and helped Wylan tip his head back. Careful to make sure that none of the cascade of water got directly into the bloodied spot on the back of his skull, he smoothed his hair back and away from those closed eyes. It felt like something was cracking open in Jesper’s chest, but he ignored it.
Water poured in rivulets down over Wylan’s neck and shoulders, running a greyish red into the tub. He hissed a couple times, flinching whenever Jesper got too close to the wound. Mostly, though, he just sat there, looking hypnotically pretty— his head tilted back and his face soft with sleepiness; his long, dark eyelashes fanned out and brushed the tops of his soot-stained cheekbones; his neck was an elegant, pale column, tensed gingerly to keep himself from tilting back too far. He looked… delicate.
That feeling in his chest was creeping up his throat like a sob or a scream, or something. It felt wild and helpless, and he hated how stupid it all was— what was the point of worrying now? He was safe now! But, there Jesper was, retroactively panicking and trying desperately to keep himself from doing something humiliating.
His breath shuddered as he let it out, pouring one last cup of water over Wylan’s drenched hair before he was satisfied that it was all running clear. The smallest little sound escaped his mouth— eyes still closed, a tiny smile on his lips. If he wasn’t a certified expert in Wylan Van Eck, Jes would’ve thought he’d fallen asleep sitting up.
The slight furrow of tension between his brows was the only thing that gave him away— the pain.
Get this all finished, get him to bed, make sure you wake him up at regular intervals. He told himself, swallowing what felt like cotton in his throat. That’s what Da did when it was bad. Right?
Right.
He reached for the soap— the nice one that he picked up in the zelvarstraat markt, with the shea butter and the fancy oil from the southern colonies— and he lathered it into a soft cloth. Starting with the pale expanse of his lover’s back, Jesper stuttered at the sight of it almost immediately. There were bruises. Saints, he could practically see the support beam’s wood grain stamped into Wylan’s soft skin. He’d really smacked himself around. He could have broken ribs; he could have punctured a lung; he could have fractured his skull; he could have…
He could have died. The words echoed around his brain like a ghost. Coming from nowhere and everywhere, they reverberated off the tiles just for Jesper’s ears. You could have found a body.
Blinking rapidly against the hot blur in his eyes, Jes scrubbed down his lover’s neck and over his shoulders. He winced, letting out a miserable little grunt when the cloth swiped over his back, and Jesper winced with him. This time, he forced his breaths to stay deep and even just for his own sake. He would not do something humiliating. Like crying.
“Turn.” His voice sounded thick and weepy the second he heard it, and he cleared his throat. Try again, one more time with feeling. “Show me that pretty face, Darling.”
He meant it to sound more flirtatious, and less like a dying man’s last wish, but it fell somewhere smack in between.
And Wylan may have had his brains coming out his ears a bit, but he still heard the crack in his voice. He saw the sheen in Jesper’s eyes the second he turned. The worst of it, though, was that he seemed so surprised.
“What- Jes, what—?”
“‘M fine. Just… just let me get the soot off you, and you can get some sleep.”
He wrung out the cloth, raising it up to his cheek, only for his hand to be caught at the wrist by bandaged fingers.
Wylan was pale as a ghost under the mask of soot on his face, flushed cheeks in high colour from the heat of the bath water. The tips of his ears were rosy.
The tip of his nose was ever-so-slightly burnt.
He looked at Jesper with glassy brown eyes, pinched with pain at the corners, but still shrewd as he took Jesper in. What did he even look like? He hadn’t bothered to look in a mirror a single time since they’d returned home, but he’d gotten a few wide eyed looks as they made their way from their room to the bath.
Whatever it was Jesper didn’t want him to see, his clever merchling saw it. He clumsily stroked his injured thumb along the delicate inside of Jesper’s wrist. “What is it?” He asked.
It cracked open his chest like a bullet, and all that desperate fear and relief came spilling out in a rush. There were too many words in his head, his tongue was heavy— so, he didn’t speak.
He dropped the cloth into the water, and instead reached out to take Wylan with both hands. He cupped his jaw, and kissed him with as much of those feelings as he could manage without his voice. It was deep and lush, and Jesper could happily spend every second of his life doing exactly this, if Wylan could please not die in the meantime.
His merchling didn’t let go of his wrist, holding them both right where they were as he belatedly got with the program. His breath shuddered out on a sigh and he melted into Jesper’s lips, pulling him flush as they settled back against the reclined wall of the tub. Jes cupped the back of his neck with a tender touch, and Wylan’s arms flailed to wrap around his shoulders.
By the time they parted, the water was finally starting to go lukewarm. Wylan still had a sooty face and Jesper hadn’t soaped a single inch of himself. He pecked the singed tip of Wylan’s nose.
“Whatever happened to those small sample sizes, huh?” He caught his breath. The bright grin on his face was too big to lend much authority to the question.
Wylan managed a huff of a tired laugh, resting his heavy head on Jesper’s chest. “‘M sorry. Vial tipped over— was never supposed to be in, in the compound.”
“Well, I’m awfully glad you didn’t die.” He said, his lighthearted attempt at the words immediately derailed by the way he squeezed him tight with both arms.
Wylan hummed. His eyes had drifted closed, and his face was buried in the crook of his neck— dark and safe. The bathroom was a quiet haven for his pounding skull, and Jesper’s frayed nerves. It wouldn’t be long before Kaz came for him, or somebody else stumbled home from the bars and couldn’t get into the bathroom. But for now?
For now there was just the quiet slosh of warm water and the occasional hiss of Wylan moving his head too much or too fast. Jesper wiped the soot away from his face, and scrubbed himself down until he was dusky pink.
As he dried off and collected their fresh, soft clothes, he glanced back to see Wylan’s big brown eyes fluttering, half asleep and miserably sore. He’d have to ask Nina to send up some coffee for him— Jesper wouldn’t be sleeping. Maybe he could even tell Kaz to meet him in their room, where he could still keep a close eye on those damp curls and that poor, battered body.
Jesper wasn’t letting Wylan out of his sight for a long while.
Any guesses on what Kaz wants to talk to him about? 👀 it’s only the most Me thing in the world.
Thanks for playing, my friend. I hope you liked this little thing.
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how many wips do you have? like what are they all, and not the number of wips in a fandom? what are all the names?
okay. fuck you. fuck you so much. fuck you.
i’m putting this under a read more cut no one else deserves to see this shit. a lot of these are requests, and for those i will just write out the request itself
Shadowhunters:
domestic polycule fluff with tem, jessa, and will because im not a coward
Supernatural
- hehe hoho i request destiel hehehe
- request 61/? cai cai cai cai i need you to rewrite the destiel scene but yk. GOOD. not like i'm in the know about the spn fandom or anything, it's been years for me. but DO IT
Bright Sessions
- caleb/adam grisha AU
- mark bryant vs. united states aka sue the AM
- caleb/adam college fluff
Umbrella Acaademy
- request 31/? i want a ben and klaus drabble please spare me some brotherly bickering
- AND SO BEGINS NIGHT 4 with request 13/? oooh oooh can i get a raymond and allison playlist??? i think their vibes together would SLAP
- hi there night 2 is technically morning 3 but who's counting not me anyway request 5/? can i get a ben moodboard? gotta rep my tua bb
Percy Jackson
- request 9/? can i get a percabeth moodboard or quote edit?? like god they're the og couple goals take me back to high school cai
- For the 100 follower things :D Jercy getting caught in the rain
- request 29/? a drabble about literally anything to do with pjo. i’ll be happy with anyone and anything i’m love these children
- *somersaults in like I’m a real fancy acrobat* hello ello ello may I request some camp half blood chaos possible involving *does a flip* ✨side characters✨ <3
Penumbra Podcast
- request 52/? drabble about the penumbra podcast. this is for ren bc ren likes it and i don't actually know anything about it. juno? i think? that's the one ren likes. write it for ren
- Tpp ghost hunting / buzzfeed unsolved au
- sad juno smut
- final resting place fic go brrrr
Marvel
- request 6/? i'm going to my roots y'all can i get a spider-man playlist? if not a playlist then i'd honestly be happy with literally anything involving spider-man
- request 15/? i'm going crazy this is recorded evidence of me actually losing it ANYWAY can i get a quote edit for something from iron man? literally anything that man says is gold so cai's choice :D he deserved better in endgame i'm still bitter
- request 42/? do another spidey thing that differs from the other spidey thing
- request 73/? you have Opinions. rant about infinity way and/or endgame. go.
- request 74/? quote edit for deadpool!!
- spideytorch relationship character study
- peter parker as a tired grad student monitoring the young avengers (send help)
Six of Crows
- okay listen i wasn't going to request anything bc i worry about you but also? if you want to/have the time hit me with a playlist for our girl nina zenik
- request 43/? fuckin give me the ending anya should have had. she is alive and with her new son and having a great time
- request 45/? inej moodboard?
- request 47/? will you make literally any meme of your choosing for six of crows?
- request 48/? write a drabble for kaz, my favorite bastard
- okay so i don't actually like nina or mattias that much but i still wanna hear about your thoughts (and also see if you'll change my mind)
- kaz brekker turning 18 fic. birthday party, everyone singing, whole shebang. i need it stat
- religious trauma fic aka i started shipping kaz/alina/inej and i can’t stop
- kaz trauma soup (he has D.I.D. and you can’t prove me wrong)
- my two redacted fics for @grishaversebigbang
- wesper fake dating
- six of crows bright sessions crossover: everyone gets therapy
TMA
- uhh... s1 gang having a nice time? melanie getting to have some Pride™️? some "fun" horror thing?
- request 7/? spare steph and jason bonding? please sir? spare some for a humble child such as myself?
- okay so this was meant for night 3 but i had midterm shit SO this is honorary night 3 let's DO THIS request 8/? i want a moodboard of extremely out of context magnus archives shit like i mean confuse the FUCK out of me i don't go here i know Nothing about it
- request 11/? OKAY so i need tim stoker meeting tim drake now i need my timmy to meet your tim plus i want to see character differences no i'm not trying to create a tim stoker in my head so i can read a's fic while NOT thinking of tim drake whaaaaaat you're crazy
- request 18(i think)/? i need a quote edit of every time within the first like. 15 eps of tam where jon is like “sounds fake but go off” thank u bb
- request 40/? i challenge you to write a tma drabble based only on the episodes i've heard. i'm currently halfway through episode 23
- Jon being lovingly bullied into taking a break. I'm aware this has been written a million times but it is one of my favorite things.
- spiral!sasha AU
- extinction martin go brrrrr
- high school era timsasha. they've both been friends for years, and everyone always asks when they will be a couple. they decide to fake date, to prove everyone wrong and show what a bad couple they would be. turns out that's a bit trickier than they thought
- after sasha comes back, tim is broken. he can't let go, scared that if he looks away for even a minute he'll lose her again. sasha suggests shibari as a way for him to give up control
- sasha pov mag 19 au, sacrificing herself to save the others, knows that if she gives herself up to the not!them it will let the others live
- this is the "tim finds a polaroid of sasha" trope
- early archives days,, long nights in research,,, clothes sharing,, somft. late nights and falling asleep at their desks warm and safe in the other's presence
- two parts: timsasha as kids, each picking a constellation that is "theirs". just soft kid antics. tim at sasha's grave glancing up to see their constellations
- continuing your job’s a joke (you’re broke)
DC Comics
- TIMSTEPH HADESTOWN AU,,,
- my redacted fic for @batfam-big-bang
- request for you to get a decent amount of sleep? serious answer, dickkori, SAL's Venus
- request 4/? timsteph morning after 👀 mayhaps?
- a concept: nonbinary stephanie brown
- teehee hi mom, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but can i request damian angst for your accomplishments 100 followers?
- hi you can ignore my first request if you want, or you can ignore this one. but bls possibly write some bikini ra’s? -the bikini bitch
- request 27/? jay is asking through me for a jondami playlist but tbh i also want it so win win yk?
- "I don't know how to help you but I can help you find someone who does" with bruce and jason? im just craving bruce being a good day to jason for once
- “I am putting you in time out because you need to understand the consequences of your actions.” with steph and jason as dumbass disaster bi best friends pretty please?
- request 32/? timsteph patrol date!!!
- request 33/? timsteph *gala* date? mayhaps??
- request 37/? tim drake drabble but make it Edgy cai
- request 39/? drabble of a prank war between tim and damian
- joyfire cuddly fluff please? or like just any outlaw fluff if joyfire isnt your thing (feel free to add every member of the outlaws, dont feel like u gotta stick with jason, kori, roy i love them all)
- barbara and robin! jason fluff? bonding over books or something?
- request 62/? i need a drabble about the chaotic trio jason, tim, and steph i'm love them ty
- request 63/? batfam x mcu crossover. batfam meets ironfam. give me ALL the cliches. ALL OF THEM
- request 64/? young justice x young avengers - jay cuz idk SHIT about the young avengers
- request 66/? jondami moodboard pls and ty
- request 67/? timsteph moodboard!!!!!!
- request 69/? HEHEHE kinky 😏 i would v much like a timsteph drabble of the almost first time. does that make sense? like i don't want you to go all the way NSFW cuz i know that's against the rules and i'm a rule follower. but like they *almost* go all the way. this could be fade to black or some shit i don't care just make it a lil steamy and have Fun
- i request damian angst! all of it
- hmm... maybe i request? jondami?
- mayhaps,,,,some batfam,,,,,committing crimes? ily be gay do crime <3 - lu
- How about a ficlet with Steph and Cass?
Found Family Bingo Prompts
- no powers au
- tunnel
- first day
- join the club
- hurt/comfort
- experiment
- playing favorites
- hold on
- possession
- 10 o’clock
- singing
- road
- snitch
- curfew
- timer
- fantasy au
- zombie au
- dreams
- campfire
- are you okay
- movie night
- games
- scared
Miscellaneous
- a request: Write A Drabble, Coward
- is it too late to request a moodboard for me?
- request 20/? i’m going off book because i’m in a Chaotic Mood™️ can you just absolutely vibe check me like go off cai demolish me
- request 21/? i formally request that you pick a favorite cai. i don’t care what that favorite pertains to, just pick a favorite something
- request 23/? roast me
- request 24/? can i have a buzzfeed unsolved spoopy playlist but spoiler alert it’s not spoopy bc shane doesn’t believe does this make sense it has been a Day™️
- request 25/50 i want a jake and amy fic make it Soft cai i’m love them b99 is so good
- request 28/? i know nothing about the lord of the rings so make something that will confuse the shit out of me
- request 34/? malvie and jaylos moodboards 😈
- request 35/? a moodboard for the bbb mods!! perceive all of us!!!
- request 36/? moodboard for the tua mods too???? mayhaps??
- request 41/? doctor WHO? idk but i want a drabble of him and the one character i know from doctor who which is rose
- request 46/? make an alignment meme with our group, have fun!!!
- request 49/? i want you to kin assign me a character from every fandom you can/want to. go feral
- request 50!!!!/? this is a special request. the most special request. can you make a bastards tbh playlist? i want our vibes encapsulated. i want us in music form. i want to hear those songs and be like "that's me and cai" and smile.
- requests 51/? i know jack shit about good omens. explain it to me in the most confusing way possible. make me know less by the end than i know now
- request 53/? can you write a mel aesthetic? i'm Curious
- request 54/? give me a list of book recs cai i want some good book recs pls
- request 56/? edit a picture of US together too
- request 58/? oooh can i have a disney edit? like. hm. i just really love disney and i want anything to do with disney. like a quote or an aesthetic or an aesthetic edit i just want disney.
- request 59/? i would v much like a recipe for carbonara. i've never had it but it sounds fucking delicious
- request 60/? ooh hey can i get a makeup tutorial? i know you like makeup, i'm shit at doing makeup. teach me
- request 65/? i need the most emo playlist you can make that vibes with dear evan hansen thank you
- request 68/? i want a superwholock moodboard. this can be serious, with the actual fandoms in mind, or literally what the era felt like. the insanity. the horror.
- request 70/? ooh ooh ooh do you have a good bread recipe?? i wanna get that bread
- request 71/? i want a playlist with the vibes of summoning a demon. please don't ask questions. i don't have answers. and if i do, no i don't.
- For the requests, how about writing something based on a friend?
- request 75/? MMMM i want literally anything to do with natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812
- request 76/? i want some healthy recipes. help a girl out
- a feral bbb quote or two?
- you perceive my plant but now I dare thee to perceive mine own visage
- okay this is a two for one request. 1. you did the bee movie script so now we need a shrek two script edit 2. sleep please
- Pansexual mb for my lil queer soul?
- my (probably) final request is just for you to ramble about something, i don't really care what
- HI ILY CONGRATS AS WELL CAUSE IM LATE BUT CONGRATS. could i request a pirates of the caribbean (or just pirates) or whatever you what to do, free range.
- mood board for the beluga whales who got brought to the animal sanctuary in Iceland please?
- 100 follower request: Moodboard for my stuffed cow Oaky?
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Hard to See the Stars
Prompt: Rivals to Lovers
Words: 2695
CW: Smoking, referenced violence.
Wesper Pretty in Pink AU (slightly altered) one shot for day 3 of Wesper Week (@wesperweek2023)! Enjoy!
Jesper was quick to mock the upper rings of their school. The Ketterdam area was full of run down houses, repair shops, and cheap bars on one side. The other side was filled with wealthy businesses and warehouses, the neighbourhoods large and pristine and full of the biggest assholes Jesper had ever met. Their school was a nice mixture of people who lived paycheck to paycheck and kids who skipped to go to the mall in their daddy’s shiny car.
He despised one kid in particular, Wylan Van Eck. Kaz insisted that his relations with him were simply “business”, “business” being pranking the school and swiping money from irresponsible wealthy buisness men, but he suspected Kaz was actually fond of him. He didn’t need Wylan often, and he spent most of his time brooding through the hallways with Inej as his shadow. Matthias was always hanging around Nina, who was the most tolerable bourgeoisie in their school. Inej lurked around town collecting everyone’s secrets, Jesper was found in the dark corners of bars when he wasn’t on his farm, and Kaz kept to himself in his family’s old apartment with nothing but a cane and vendetta against a man names Pekka Rollins, the lower class of the upper class but still wealthier than he had any right to be.
Matthias was on the football team but he spent most of his days double checking they hadn’t changed the fitness requirements for the military while working in a car repair shop. Nina actually did work, and Jesper occasionally shared a shift with her at a small bookstore. He didn’t read much, but the library owner was a family friend and he had nothing better to do to keep him away from cards and dumb bets under the bleachers at games. At this library that he had little interest in, he went from loathing Wylan Van Eck to utterly head over heels for him.
He came in one day, it was summer and it was scorching out. The town smelled like gasoline and greasy bar food. The little bell above the door jingled and Jesper couldn’t help but laugh. They were in an old part of town in need of restoration, and Wylan was dressed in one of the most expensive brands of clothing he had ever seen. He had on a plain shirt, a jacket, to Jesper’s utter disbelief, and jeans. He couldn’t get a good look at his shoes over the counter, but he was sure those were expensive as well.
Wylan glared at him when he laughed, and Jesper covered his mouth in an attempt to compose himself. He lowered it when his smile was more controlled, and Wylan hadn’t budged from the doorway. “What’re the likes of you doing in this part of town, Van Eck?”
He raised an eyebrow, though the tips of his ears turned rosy. “I can’t walk around my own town?”
“This isn’t your town,” he jumped over the counter and Wylan stood up straighter as he approached him. His breath was minty and his gaze was firm. Jesper was surprised by his spine. “It’s mine. Ours. You live,” he cocked his head backwards, “Up there.” He swallowed, but his lips remained in a firm line until Jesper broke the silence. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to scare away customers, Fahey.”
“You’re here to buy a book?
“Maybe.”
He narrowed his eyes, a light smirk on his face. “What are you actually here for?”
Wylan cast his gaze downwards to the stained, in need of vacuuming, blue carpet under them. “I'm lost,” he mumbled.
Jesper pressed a finger to the back of his ear. “Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
Wylan scowled and looked up. “You heard me.”
“You’re lost?”
“Yes?”
“Have you ever heard of a map?”
He rolled his eyes. “Who carries a map?”
“Fair enough,” he sighed, looking out the store front window. “Where do you need to be?”
“You’re going to help me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
He sighed and shouldered the backpack on his shoulders. “Kaz’s apartment. I have some stuff to drop off.”
He groaned. “Of course.” Wylan looked perplexed, but Jesper didn’t pay him any mind as he checked his watch, then flipped the sign on the store window to closed. “Let’s go, kid.”
He followed Jesper to the door. “I’m not a kid.”
“You’re pretty small.”
He grumbled, “You’re just tall.” And the bell dinged softly above them.
He came in the store the week after, this time actually in search of a book. Jesper came out of the back room and saw him at one of the shelves. He whistled, and Wylan whirled around. “You dressed down.”
His shoes were clearly very used, though still a nice brand. If people knew him he might have been able to pass them as stolen. He wore a white shirt and plain jeans, the only identifiers of where he was from were his demeanour and lack of reputation and or grime. He rolled his eyes. “I thought maybe it would get me through without getting stared at.”
“Did it work?”
“Mostly.”
“Well,” Jesper leaned on the counter, propping his hand in his palm. “I guess you’re too pretty for around here.” Wylan flushed, and he smirked in response. He liked it when Wylan offered him a little smile and blush, whether it be in the hallway at school or from the back of their maths classroom. “Then again, I live here and I mean,” He stepped back and spun around. “Look at me.”
Wylan laughed gently, and Jesper came around the counter again. “What are you looking for this time? I don’t see a backpack for Kaz.”
“Oh,” he said, glancing at the shelves. “Music books. Do you have any?”
Jesper raised an eyebrow, but motioned for him to follow him across a few rows and down a dark, dusty isle. “What do you play?” He asked, stepping back and crossing his arms as Wylan scanned them.
He didn’t look at him and his voice was small. “Flute. Some piano.”
He smiled. “Sounds nice.”
His eyes were wide when he looked at him. “You mean it?”
“Yeah, now hurry up so I can close the store.”
He smiled and nodded. “There it is.”
“There’s what?”
“You were being way too nice to me.”
Jesper rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t push your luck if I were you, Van Eck.”
He could hear his smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Wylan exclaimed over a few books on the lower shelves, claiming they were the editions he was looking for and that they didn’t have the copies in a bookstore on his side of town. Jesper rang him up with a smile, shockingly happy to indulge in Wylan’s rambling. He thought the two of them would bore each other to death, but on their walk to Kaz’s place last week and the brief conversation they had in the hall at school to now, he liked talking to him. It was a terrifying thought. He had a reputation to maintain.
Wylan left the shop. After, Jesper found himself watching him disappear down the side walk through the glass door. Part of him hoped he hadn’t had to close.
“This better be- holy shit,” Jesper exclaimed, seeing Wylan climb in the passenger side of the car. His face was an utter wreck. He shifted and leaned over to get a better look at him even when he tried to turn away. It was dark out but the street lamp a few feet ahead of the car illuminated him enough for Jesper to see it was bad. There were spots of brown and purple and blue on his face, and he saw an ugly splatter of green blooming on his wrist. “What happened to you?”
“A couple hours ago,” he said, placing a hand on his arm and turning his head fully. He wasn’t even pretending to look out the window. “Some guys from Connie’s-” Jesper scoffed. Connie’s was a trashy body shop on the edge of his neighbourhood and the owner annoyed the shit out of him and his Da. “Saw me walking down the road. I was wearing, well,” he pulled on his nice, expensive sweater. “You know.”
“And they jumped you?” He asked, appalled. He nodded mutely. Jesper muttered a few unkind things under his breath. He glanced in the rearview mirror. A few people were out, stumbling out of bars or running from shop to shop to pick up their friends. Cars with rust and old tires packed with people drove by, blasting music. He looked over, and shifted again so his elbow rested on the centre consul. “Wylan, look at me.”
He looked over, hesitantly, but he didn’t turn. By his wide eyes he seemed more surprised that Jesper had called him by his name than by his actual request. When he was silent for another five seconds, Jesper reached over, placing two fingers on the far side of his face, careful not to brush a bruise. He turned him gently, and he saw in the shit light in front of them that the tip of ears turned a little rosy after a few seconds of Jesper inspecting his injuries. “I’ll take you home-”
“No,” he protested, bolting upright. His hand fell from his face, his shoulders rolling back a little in surprise. “Sorry,” he said quickly, holding out a hand to reassure him. “I just…” he scoffed, “My dad won’t be happy with me.”
“Oh,” Jesper said, leaning back in his seat and looking out the windshield. He looked again to watch Wylan picking at the skin around his nails. “They took your money??”
He nodded solemnly. “I hardly get any at all.” Jesper raised an eyebrow, and Wylan scoffed and smiled with no humour. “I know, but he doesn’t give me pocket money or anything. I barely leave the house except to go see Kaz or Nina.” He looked up at him. “And you now, I guess.”
His heart thumped loudly. “Careful, merchling. I don’t want us to get mistaken for friends.”
He smiled. “Of course not.”
Jesper could feel the warmth in his chest and he tried to force it away because he would not have a crush on Wylan Van Eck. It wasn’t that Wylan himself wasn’t crush worthy, but there’s no way in hell he would settle with someone from that part of town, it was just too different, too much pressure. The people they surrounded themselves with were at odds, and that made them at odds too. That being said, they had been spending a lot of time together, and he wasn’t ready to throw that away.
“I’ll take you to my house,” he said, punching the turn signal and pulling the stick.
Wylan stared at him. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” he said, looking in the rearview when someone honked and waved at him. He turned down a side road to stay out of Saturday night party traffic. “I don’t care, as long as you don’t mind sleeping on a raggedy mattress.”
“I’m sure it’s not that raggedy,” he said, smirking gently and leaning back.
“Are you saying I exaggerate, Van Eck?”
“I would never.”
The street lights guided them all the way back to his house. Wylan exclaimed that he didn’t know Jesper lived so far outside town, and when he saw the house, and further started to ramble about Jesper having a farm. He parked with a smile. “Maybe I took you out here to kill you.”
“Oh, you finally snapped,” he said, shrugging as he opened the door. “Got it.”
He snorted, climbing out as well and locking the doors behind him. No matter how far outside town he lived, he tried to be careful with his Da’s things. He leaned on the hood, sliding up to sit on it and pulling a cigarette out of the pack in his jacket pocket. Wylan watched him thoughtfully, and he patted the space of the hood next to him. If Jesper couldn’t see him so well under the moonlight he wouldn’t have noticed the pink on his cheek as he slid flush next to Jesper. He smirked and held out the cigarette. Wylan eyed it for a minute, the blue of them darker in the nighttime, and he finally reached out and held it carefully between his fingers. He brought it to his lips and took a drag, coughing slightly but taking a few more drags before holding his hand back out.
“I’m surprised,” Jesper said, taking it back.
His sleeve hovered over his mouth. “By what?”
“I thought you’d be coughing and hacking.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ve had them before. Not very often though.” He wrinkled his nose. “I wish they tasted better.”
He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, me too.”
Wylan tucked his legs up to his chest, declining the cigarette the next time Jesper offered it. He shrugged and leaned back against the windshield, pinching it out and putting it in his pocket to throw away later. He’d make sure the pocket was clean when he washed it later. He looked over at Wylan, who stared at a cricket on the ground with an absence in his eyes. He nudged his side, and his head snapped over to him. He jutted his chin up, and Wylan looked into the night. He watched the realisation flicker across his face, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“I don’t know why the stars are so,” he waved a hand out in front of him, and Wylan looked down at him as he spoke, “bright here, but I like to come out here and look sometimes. I’m not too good at constellations,” Wylan smiled, “But I can find the basic ones. It’s a good way to pass time.”
He nodded, looking up again. “It’s because there’s light pollution in town,” he said. “It’s not as bad as cities but,” he shrugged, “All the businesses and people packed into small apartments and houses where you, and then the big houses where I am.” He sighed. “It makes it hard to see the stars.”
He nodded, and Wylan looked back down at him again. Jesper lied on his back, and one hand supported the back of his head, the other resting on his stomach. Wylan sat just in front of the bent arm, his side against Jesper’s stomach. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke his voice was so quiet the crickets almost drowned him out. “Jesper?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He opened his mouth to say, you’re welcome, to stay that of course he would come get Wylan when he called. The words left him when Wylan shifted up on his hands, turning so he was over Jesper, and then leaned down to kiss him. He thought, just for a moment, that he had thought to himself many times that he shouldn’t be with Wylan, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. If there was anything he was good at, it was making mistakes.
So he pulled him down to him, letting him kiss the ideas of their town away. Class didn’t separate them when they were right next to each other, pulled together and alone. Wylan shifted on top of him and Jesper loosened his hand, letting it fall to his side as Wylan pushed himself on his arms away from him, pink in the cheeks and sparkles in his eyes. Jesper breathed out slowly, realising Wylan had caught his hand when it fell and now rested in the grip of his wrist. He was glad it was dark and hard to see him flush and swallow.
“Wylan?” He whispered into the dark.
“Yeah?”
“Go out with me?”
They both started to smile. “Okay.”
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