#wylan drabble

[heythinkyface]

wylan is like... weirdly good at a lot of things. he can try something for the first time and already have this strange affinity for it. jesper is always in awe of the immense talent that wylan posses, like he is magic in some sort of way. yes, jesper is a little jealous.

what jesper doesnt see though is wylan beating himself when he isn't automatically good at something. the way wylan blinks back tears, the way his hands shake, the way his heart pounds. wylan has always felt this need to be perfect at everything he does.

he knows, deep down, this comes from the way his father treated him. if he couldn't read, he'd be perfect in everything else he did in a sour attempt to gain his fathers love. it never worked.

wylan will never admit it, but hes terrified that jesper will leave him if he isnt perfect. he needs to be perfect.

it goes on like this for months before wylan finally snaps in front of jesper. they're having fun, trying out something new for the first time, and wylan finds it... difficult. he isn't perfect at it. and he just... snaps.

wylan starts crying. its silent at first as he tries to swallow back the sobs, until he cant. it takes jesper by complete surprise.

his hands shake as he tries and tries and tries to get the hang of whatever they're doing, but he just cannot get it right.

when jesper finally grabs wylans trembling hands, he startles, eyes wide with - what jesper can make of it - fear. wylan just stares at him, expecting the worst, expecting yelling, berating, screaming, hitting-

but jesper just hugs him. hugs him so tight, so close to his chest, that wylan feels the breath squeezed out of him. it takes him a while to eventually calm down and hug jesper back, his nose buried into jespers shoulder as he relaxes.

when hes finally feeling okay again, jesper convinces him to try again. and he does. and though he isnt perfect, though he struggles with getting it right, that fear that had lingered for so long finally started to leave.

jesper helps him, as much as he can. and wylan, for the first time in what feels like forever, feels like he can be just normal, that he can make a mistake and learn from it.

because he knows jesper loves him, and that nothing in the world - not even his flaws - could ever change thatm

[dasiesanddarkness]

save me wesper first date fics where jesper wears something very flattering and borderline scandalous and wylan wears like a sweater vest and khakis and wylan is freaking out because jesper looks hot asf and jesper is freaking out because wylan looks adorable and also hot asf but they're both self conscious about their outfits even though the other is obsessed with it. save me.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Nina: Would you punch Kaz for ten Kruge?

Wylan: No!

Inej: Absolutely not! That’s too little.

Jesper: Sure, why not?

Y/N: I will pay you ten Kruge to let me punch Kaz.

[seidenbros]

Allergy Season

“Are you sure you're alright?” Jesper asked once they’d done all the dishes. Since his father had cooked for them, Wylan had insisted on cleaning the kitchen so he could take a break. Yes, they were his guests, but they were also family, and when they worked together, it was always done in no time

“Yes, no need to worry about me,” Wylan let him know, giving his upper arm a reassuring squeeze right before he sneezed again. His eyes were watery and rather red by now, but he was still pretending that he wasn’t suffering from it. “Come on, you wanted to sit outside.”

“Are you really sure about that? We can stay inside, that’s no problem.”

“No, no, you wanted to watch the stars.”

True . But he also didn’t want Wylan to suffer even more. He knew, though, that Wylan could be stubborn as a mule sometimes, and there was no talking him out of it.

With a sigh, Jesper followed him outside to sit on his father’s porch. Novyi Zem was always beautiful, but he especially liked the summer nights when the sky was filled with stars that he usually couldn’t see in Ketterdam. While Jesper was usually always in motion and couldn’t sit still for longer, he could spend a lot of time just staring up into the sky, getting lost in all the stories that lay out there - and the stories his mother had told him.

Even though they were sitting there comfortably, Jesper couldn’t stop worrying about Wylan who kept rubbing his eyes and trying to hold back his sneezes. Allergies, he knew that, but Wylan hadn’t brought any of his pills with him, because Wylan hadn’t thought it would still be this bad. Now, Jesper wished he would have told him to bring them anyway. They’d be able to get some pills as well as some eye drops or whatever else Wylan would need at the pharmacy the next morning, but for now, they were on their own.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Jesper suddenly said, getting up from his spot, which earned him a confused look from Wylan. “Won’t be long, I promise.” After pecking his lips, Jesper vanished inside. He remembered something Wylan had done the year before when he’d been in a similar situation. There wasn’t a lot he could do about the sneezing, but he could give Wylan’s eyes some relief.

He wrapped some ice cubes in two damp cloths, and returned outside.

“You can say that you’re alright all you want, but I’m still gonna help you.”

“Jesper–”

“Please, let me just do this for you.”

“Okay.” The soft smile on Wylan’s lips made Jesper relax a little more. Maybe, he should have asked him first, but knowing Wylan, he would have said that he didn’t need it anyway, so this was the better way to help him. “How do you want me?”

“You really want me to answer that, darling?” Jesper couldn’t stop himself from letting his eyes wander over him, taking his time until he eventually looked him in the eyes again, realising that his words had made him blush, because Wylan knew just what he was insinuating. After being together for one and a half years, he shouldn’t be so surprised anymore.

“Probably not, you’re right,” Wylan managed to say, rubbing a hand over his face.

“We’ll just get comfortable.” Jesper sat down on the lounge and leaned back, motioning for Wylan to lay down and put his head in his lap. Wylan stretched out on the lounge, head carefully placed in Jesper’s lap, and then he closed his eyes. When the cool and damp cloths touched Wylan’s eyelids, he shivered slightly. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Wylan mumbled, taking a deep breath as he reached out his hand to let his fingertips trail along Jesper’s forearm, back and forth, just touching him because he wanted to – and because it relaxed him in a way. “This is really soothing. Thank you.”

“I’m glad it is.”

“It’s just sad that I can’t see the stars that way.”

“Well, you still have a few more nights where you can watch them.” For a moment there, Jesper watched him, but then he looked up at the sky. “Or, you know, I could tell you a bit about them. About all the things Mama has told me about them.” Lots of stories and tales that had made his childhood even more wonderful until–

“I’d really like that.”

And so Jesper did, and the night after that, they sat together, looking at the stars, and Jesper told him the next couple of stories.

[magicandpizza]

Just a silly drabble inspired by a silly conversation in the wesper writers discord server 🫶

When Wylan returns from the bathroom, he expects Jesper to still be getting ready for bed, hanging up his clothes or polishing his guns, or perhaps already in bed, waiting for him.

What he doesn’t expect is to be met with the sight of Jesper lying sideways on the bed, propped up on one elbow and one knee bent, the blanket artfully pooled between his legs and, in truth, concealing very little. As always, Wylan is struck by the miles of warm, dark skin on display to him, the smooth expanse of his chest and toned stomach, the trail of dark hair leading downwards.

Jesper glances up to meet Wylan’s gaze, and a cocky grin spreads across his face. “Sleep here often?”

“Jes, we sleep in the same bed,” Wylan says with a roll of his eyes, unable to suppress the twitch of his lips. He’s not entirely unaffected by the pretty picture Jesper makes, but he pretends to be, just for now, taking his time to remove his waistcoat and trousers and folding them neatly.

“And?”

“You’re a ridiculous man,” Wylan murmurs when he finally joins Jesper on the bed.

Jesper grins up at him, looking like the cat that got the cream. “But you love me anyway?”

“Ghezen help me, I do,” Wylan says, pressing a lingering kiss to Jesper’s waiting lips before kneeling up and throwing the blanket, and Jesper’s last scrap of modesty, aside.

[undercover-grisha]

Jesper Fahey was lying on his boyfriend’s stomach. His hands were stretched out under Wylan’s back, between the man’s cotton sleep shirt and his skin. Jesper was lying on his stomach, his curls getting slightly squashed by the shirt he was pushing up with his abrasive head, interrupting the intended flow of clothing. He could hear Wylan’s stomach settling against one ear, the other exposed for all the sounds the rest of the world to funnel into his mind, like the bird up far too late outside, the branches scratching against the window, Wy’s gentle whistle of breath as the man slept soundly.

Jesper Fahey was lying on the best thing in his life, and he was seriously considering tossing it all away.

He could feel the cards of a full hand rubbing against his nerves, could feel the celebrations as he won a small fortune, could feel the slaps on his back and kisses on his cheek as he slowly bet more and more and more. He could feel the mood slowly, slowly falling as he ruins all he’s been given.

Jesper could feel the coins slipping through his fingers, and Saints, wasn’t that the rub.

He even missed the feeling of failing. The spin of Makker’s Wheel was addictive, sure, but failing?

Failing was cocaine.

He could fail, could run his allowance down, could get thrown out on his ass, and would get picked up the next morning. Kaz would pick him up.

Wylan’s slight whistle changed pace and the man turned over, moving Jesper with him. Jesper moved with him, unconsciously, mind broken from its thoughts. He let Wylan go and crawled up the bed to better be beside him, pulling his love against him. Wylan shifted, settling into the snug position of almost completely on his side, propped up against Jesper’s hold. Jesper rested his face against Wylan’s back, nose poking above his shoulder. His arm rested under their pillows, stretched long and at the risk of falling asleep. A slow, sleepy, freckled hand reached back to ruffle Jesper’s hair.

And Jesper breathed out, and Makker’s Wheel didn’t disappear, the touch of the cards didn’t leave, the roll of the dice, the flip of the coins. But he could feel his arm falling asleep, slowly, softly, and Jesper imagined their entire tomorrow, their entire future, their entire lives in between blinks.

And then…

The wheel stopped spinning.

[jazzythursday]

Prompts: Thrill | Knife | Coffee (373 words)

“Did you just stir your coffee with a knife?” 

Jesper looks up questioningly at Wylan and then back down at his mug of coffee—which he, yes, very much had just been stirring with a butter knife. He shrugs tiredly. “You know me, merchling, anything for a thrill. Gotta keep things interesting around here, right?” 

“Be honest, how much sleep did you actually get last night?” Wylan asks. 

“Honestly?” Jesper squints blearily at him and grimaces. “Some, I think, if we’re being generous.”

“We’re supposed to be taking turns, love,” Wylan says pointedly, though he’s made the point on several occasions already. Tired as he is—and Wylan is tired. Last night had probably been the first time in weeks that he’d managed to get a proper amount of rest—he hates the thought of Jesper sacrificing all his sleep for his own. 

“I know, but you were asleep, and I was awake anyway—and you looked far too pretty to wake up!” Jesper smiles at him, unfairly handsome even as exhausted as he is. The dark circles under his eyes do nothing to detract from the bright white of his grin and the soft corners of his mouth. Then he yawns, wide and loud, and Wylan honest to Ghezen melts.  

“Just, let me do it next time, yeah?” 

“Maybe,” Jesper offers, that same, placating smile still present on his lips. 

“Jes—” Wylan is about to argue back, but he’s cut off by a sound he’s become intimately familiar with coming from upstairs. 

“Speak of the devil.”

Wylan rolls his eyes. “Our six week old daughter is not the devil, Jesper. She’s an infant.”

“Could have fooled me.” The cries persist in the following seconds, the loud and high pitched keening that’s been the cause of neither of them getting very much sleep as of late. “Saints,” Jesper groans, rubbing a tired hand over his eyes. “How can she be so adorable and then sound like that?” 

“Takes after her father already then, doesn’t she?” Wylan teases, already getting up from the table. “Finish stabbing your coffee, I’ve got it.”

“Oh har har, very funny,” Jesper shoots back, but he still grabs Wylan around the waist and draws him in for a quick kiss before he goes. 

I might continue this at some point but for now here's a tiny slice of wesper as new parents being fluffy <3

[reonnex]

Kaz is the first person Wylan tells about how he really ended up in the Barrel.

There's nothing special about that day. It was just an ordinary day as any in Ketterdam. The only thing different Wylan could think of was Jesper was visting Colm back in Novyi Zem.

Maybe thats why Wylan felt the urge to seek out the Bastard of the Barrel. The only one who could connect to Wylan in a way the others couldn't.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of a councilman vist?" Kaz had said as Wylan entered his office. The man was hunched over his desk, flicking through papers.

"I need to tell you something- personal."

"Do I look like a therapist?" Kaz had grumbled, but sighed. "But fine, what do you want to tell me?"

"I didn't run away." The words felt heavy on his tounge as Wylan spoke. He felt frozen in place, not being to move from the spot in the doorway.

Kaz made no motion to look up to Wylan as he continued to write.

"How I ended up in the Barrel. I-I didn't run away from my father like everyone thought I did."

Kaz had seemed to know where Wylan was going before he could even speak. He didn't look up to Wylan still, but his writing flattered, and Wylan could see a glint in the man's eyes as if he was silently telling Wylan to continue.

And Wylan did.

He admitted everything through shaky breaths. How he was so thrilled to be leaving for this music school, but also heartbroken that he was being sent away.

He told him how he watched the Barrel lights dance through the night on the boat.

How hands wrapped around his neck, and he just accepted his fate in that momment.

How Miggson and Prior got distracted, and Wylan jumped overboard into the water below.

How he swam for who knows how long back to the Barrel. The will to live being the only thing on his mind. He still wanted to live. He wanted to live.

And Wylan told him that he clung onto hope his father didn't know Wylan was almost killed. That his father still cared for him. That was until he opened the papers.

By the time Wylan was done, he was a sobbing mess. Tears caked his cheeks as his knuckles were white from gripping his pant legs.

"He tried to kill you because he replaced you already." Kaz had finally said after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes. He said he wanted the world to forget he had a son."

Kaz had nodded at that before standing up and walked closer to Wylan. He pulled out a hankerchief and handed it to Wylan, who glady took it to wipe his eyes and blow his nose.

"Do you believe in the eye for a eye? Or do you still cling onto your morals?"

Kaz had a deeper meaning to that. Wylan knew that immediately. "I believe it now...But it shouldn't end death." No matter what they did."

"I see." Kaz said. "Thank you for telling me this. If there is anything else you wish to talk about. My office is always open."

And Wylan had left.

The next day, news broke out that Van Ecks throat had been slashed in his cell. It wasn't deep enough to kill him and oddly seemed to be shallow enough to avoid all the major arteries. They had called a healer, but she had been held up helping a lost man with a limp who couldn't read directions know where he was and by the time she arrived, all she could do was stop the bleeding. She couldn't heal the scar it would leave.

He would still be able to talk, but it would be much limited then before.

When Wylan visted Kaz again that day, he had asked him about the attack.

"Despite Hellgates reputation Wylan, people in there have family's still. Sons and daughters they had to leave behind. Family means everything to them. They will do anything to protect those who hold a place in their lives." Was all Kaz has said before ordering Wylan to leave, and that he was busy with papers.

Even with his black gloves freshly clean, they could never get the stain of blood off of them. Wylan noticed the spot of red that was still left on. And knowing Kaz, he would never leave that on him unless he wanted it to be seen.

Sometimes water can wash away the history that has been around it forever. It can erode the stone, break apart land and have its sentiments sink onto the bottom. But it never forgets. The waters will never forget.

[flamingspud]

Demo Expert or Ransom?

"How do you know that Van Eck won't just run off with Yul-Bayur without paying us?" "That'll be Wylan's job." The demolitions expert snapped his head up at that, his eyes wide as he studied Kaz's face. "What, if he doesn't give us the money we'll throw a bomb at him?" Jesper asked skeptically.

How I think the Wylan Van Eck reveal scene would’ve gone if Netflix hadn’t cancelled the show.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63773725

My work for day 2 of @grishaverse-week !! (Yes I’m late shh)

I saw the shipping and missing scenes and ran with it lol

Fic under the cut:

The atmosphere in the room was less than ideal, to say the least.

Their break-in to Hellgate had gone off without a hitch, and now they were one Fjerdan richer.

However, the tension between him and Nina was undeniable, and Jesper didn't miss how despite her attempts to meet his eyes, Matthias kept dodging them.

"I'll never help you," he hissed at Kaz.

Jesper rolled his eyes, he was starting to sound like a broken record.

That was when Kaz pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. Matthias' eyes went wide.

"Not even for this?"

A pardon.

"I will not betray my country," he repeated, though his temptation was apparent.

A shark like grin appeared on Kaz's face.

"The knowledge of parem could grant grisha more power than you and I can imagine," Kaz told him, "I doubt your country would be too fond of that little secret getting out?"

Matthias scoffed. "If he's in the Ice Court then he's already dead."

"And if he isn't?" Kaz countered, "if someone else gets to him first, like Ravka? Or the Shu? Then what?"

Matthias frowned.

"If he's dead when we get there you'll still get your pardon," he added, "and then you'll be able to go back to your little soldier life."

The disdain on Matthias' face was clear, but he didn't fight back this time.

"Glad to see we're on the same page," Kaz said, "now if you could tell Wylan over there about the Ice Court's security, that would be great."

"You expect me to divulge Fjerda's secrets?" He growled.

Kaz waved the pardon in front of him again before pocketing it.

Matthias scowled, but turned in Wylan's direction.

When Kaz turned around, Jesper spoke.

"So what's this grand plan you have figured out anyway?"

Kaz glanced at him. "You'll see."

"Would it kill you to let any of us in on the plan for once?" Nina asked.

"Yes," was Kaz's response.

She rolled her eyes.

"I have another question," Jesper added, and both Kaz and Nina turned to look at him.

"How do you know that Van Eck won't just run off with Yul-Bayur without paying us?"

"That'll be Wylan's job."

The demolitions expert snapped his head up at that, his eyes wide as he studied Kaz's face.

"What, if he doesn't give us the money we'll throw a bomb at him?" Jesper asked skeptically.

Kaz rolled his eyes and let out a huff as if Jesper was missing something. He then looked at Wylan.

"Do you want to tell them or will I?"

Jesper furrowed his eyebrows inquisitively, and Nina tilted her head to the side. Wylan looked sick.

Wylan swallowed. "Tell them what?" He asked, his voice timid.

"Fine. If Van Eck doesn't comply then we'll threaten to kill his son, Wylan Van Eck."

Nina blinked. "Excuse me?"

Jesper's mouth hung open. "You're a Mercher's son???"

Matthias just seemed confused.

Wylan's face went red, and he darted out of the room.

Jesper turned on Kaz. "You knew this?"

"Why do you think I hired him?"

Jesper had no retort for that, so he chased after his boyfriend.

"Wylan!"

Wylan kept walking as Jesper jogged to catch up.

"When were you planning on telling me your dad is Jan Van Eck?" He asked.

"I don't know," Wylan said nonchalantly without stopping.

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Maybe?" Jesper didn't know how to feel. Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but this felt like something huge to hide.

Wylan spun around. "Yeah, maybe, so what?"

"So what? This is kind of a big thing!"

"Last I checked you haven't told me much about your father," Wylan shot back.

Jesper scoffed. "My Da is a farmer in Novyi Zem, not a member of the bloody merchant council!"

"Why does this matter so much!?" Wylan snapped. "I don't live with him anymore, Ghezen I don't even talk to him anymore! Who he is doesn't change who I am."

Jesper frowned. "Wylan-"

"I need to get back and work on the map." Without another word, Wylan pushed past Jesper and made his way back to the room they came from.

Jesper cursed before following him.

Wylan was sat at a table with Matthias, and the pair were talking in hushed voices.

Nina was staring at them.

Kaz was in the corner of the room, looking at nothing in particular.

Jesper walked over to him. "What was that?"

Kaz's head turned lazily in his direction. "What was necessary."

Jesper's head was spinning. Wylan was Van Eck's son? He knew he had his secrets but Saints.

Jesper glanced in Wylan's direction. He seemed to be making a point of avoiding looking at any of them but Matthias.

"Why'd he leave?"

Kaz shrugged. "Don't know. But from the looks of it, he left of his own accord."

Jesper raised his eyebrows at that. Who in their right mind would choose to leave the laps of luxury for the Barrel?

Kaz pushed himself from the wall he was leaning against, and walked towards the exit. "I want that map done by tomorrow."

Wylan nodded. "Yeah…"

Jesper watched him carefully. He tried to imagine him dressed in nice clothes, in a nice house at some nice party, though he found it difficult.

Why did he leave? And why hadn't he told Jesper? Should he ask him?

Jesper shook his head as a bolt of anxiety shot through him. History's shown he wasn't one for handling things like this delicately. What if he pushed too hard and messed it all up?

Nina approached him. "Can you believe it?"

"Not really," was Jesper's response.

She was looking him up and down, eyes searching for any sign of it, however Jesper didn't miss how they darted to the man he was talking to every now and then.

"So what's up between you and Matthias?" Jesper asked, desperate for the topic change. 

"Too much," she said with a sigh. 

He didn't doubt it, considering the Fjerdan's initial reaction to her presence.

"Don't you have something better to be doing than gossiping about us?" Wylan asked without turning around.

Jesper felt his face heat up. "We weren't-"

"We're on our way out now," Nina assured him, pulling Jesper with her. "Come on."

Jesper had no choice but to follow. Nina led him outside, and blew some hair from her face.

"I'm going to get supplies for the journey," she told him, "wanna come with?"

Jesper looked down the road at all the gambling halls and pleasure houses lining it. "Nah I'm good- I'll meet up with you later, yeah?"

Nina cast him a doubtful look, but Jesper was gone before she could say anything.

He needed to get his mind off of the Merchling and onto their mission, and a few rounds of cards seemed like they'd be the perfect distraction.

[sky-neverending]

Stupid Boys

soc drabble!!

-

Nina hummed as she laid out a blanket across the floor of her bedroom, placing some pillows beside it as well as a few snacks. "There!" 

"Are you sure I'm not imposing?" Wylan asked nervously, picking at his nails. "I can go if you want, I just-"

"Nonsense," Nina stated, falling gracefully onto the blanket with her nightgown covering her knees. "Come, sit. We can talk about boys or something."

"Is that what usually happens at sleepovers?" Wylan asked Nina curiously.

She took a moment to think. "Sometimes," she answered. "Usually, I just call them stupid."

"Ah," Wylan smiled. "Agreed."

[ruins-and-rewritez]

DAY 5: SPICE: Wesper

The kettle releases a unearthly high pitched scream and Jesper essentially leaps over the counter before it can be noticed by any one else. Stealth is absolutely neccessary if he is going to complete this mission unnoticed.

He sticks his head into the hallway for a moment, searching for any signs of life, left to right and back in quick succession. Glancing right is a pointless endeavour since the only room on that end is a dusty storage compartment that even he hasn't visited in his time here but better safe than sorry.

He ducks back into the safety of the kitchen, determined to finish the task quickly before Wylan notices that he hasn't been by to bother him for hours. (Something unheard of with Jesper's constant energy and need to make sure that his boyfriend didn't accidently blow himself up when he was distracted polishing his pistols)

Jesper taps his fingers impatiently on the counter, counting the seconds needlessly as there's a clock hanging on the wall not five feet away, but being off by even a second could result in a disaster.

When the minute finally inches its way to seven past six, he steps quickly toward the oven, reaching out to grab the handle, hissing when he singes his fingertips. The pains of being in a constant state of overeagerness.

With the door open, hands gripping potholders this time, Jesper carefully manuevers the pan off the rack and settles it on the counter beside the other steaming dishes.

His practicing with Marya must be paying off to some extent because everything he's made at least appears to be edible, a far cry from their first attempt when he'd pulled a charred black log of something that was once mixed ingredients out of the oven's depths.

He smiles at the memory, neither of them held any particular skill in the kitchen but the mutual need to have something distracting was enough to get them to take a shot at cooking and baking recipes from unused books while Wylan was off locked up in his lab trying to somehow make explosions more efficent.

"Jes?"

"In here," he calls back hurrying to pull a set of china plates from the cupboard.

Jesper stands beside the counter, busying his hands with transfering food from pots and pans to the plates, trying to make it look more appeatizing then it is, while he waits for Wylan to make the trek from the sunroom to the kitchen.

"What's all this."

He turns to see Wylan in the doorway, head tilted curiously like a puppy or maybe a kitten, goggles still in place holding back his curls, a smudge of indeterminate origins streaked over his left cheek, his one sleeve singed and flaking. Adorable.

"I made dinner."

Wylan blinks surprised, before asking, "this isn't going to be like New Years' is it?"

They both cringe at the memory, he'd tried to make everyone breakfast last New Years Day after they'd spent half the night drinking the alcohol Nina and Matthias had brought back from Ravka and a suspicious drink from home that Colm would only refer to as 'an old secret family recipe' that Jesper highly suspected was actually a special brew from old man Raken who used to live down the road aways.

It had been a bountiful feast of burnt toast, watery coffee, and scrambled eggs seasoned with salt, pepper, and the timeless addition of crunchy shells. The only thing that had managed to be unpoisoned was the bowl of apples he'd brought upon from the cellar.

Jesper swallowed nervously, "I sure hope not," he admitted.

Whatever reservations he had, Wylan still allowed him to lead him over table and place the plate before him.

He was tentive in his movements, not quite sure whether or not he wanted to risk it, but eventually he gave in. Jesper watched on as he led a slice of beef into his mouth.

Wylan paused, eyes widening, before continuing to chew. "I can't believe you made this."

Jesper beamed, proud he had finally beaten the odds against his ability to cook. He settled in his chair and cut off a sample for himself. Hmm. It was good.

They chatted in between bites. Wylan was finally making progress on what he called "Inferni in a can", the final product would be a miniture cannister, about the size of your thumb, that when set alight and thrown into the desired area, would cause a blast of fire that could burn down the space of a small building.

Jesper told him how he'd almost caught his pant leg on fire while he was cooking when he'd added a log to the flames and spark flew out and landed on the cuff, he showed the small hole it'd made before he'd managed to put it out.

Finally, the plates empty, save the last dregs of the sauce he'd made for the meat and potatoes, Jesper got up to grab the desert. Pumpkin bread and a frothy, buttery cream that he'd whipped up.

He cut them each a slice, regaling Wylan with a tale of how he'd run into a member of the Council at the store earlier (quite literally) and how the old man had been dragging himself along behind his wife like a petulant child who'd been denied chocolate muttering an exsasperated 'yes dear' everytime she'd added another thing to her list.

Wylan smiled and commented along the way, lifting the bread for a bite, when Jesper took the conversation over again.

He let out a cough, then another, soon becoming red face as his lungs tried to dispell whatever bacteria had invade their domain.

"Wy?"

"Water," he managed to choke out.

Jesper rushed to the pump over the sink, filling the glass until it overflowed and spilled on his shoes, before hurrying back.

Wylan grasped the cup desperately and brought it to his mouth, taking long gulps, draining it before he could finally breath again.

"What the hell is in that," he rasped pointing at the bread lying on his plate accused.

Jesper wrinkled his brow, "pumpkin, eggs, water, sugar, cinnamon-"

"What's in there that is so fucking spicy?"

Now Jesper was really confused, he'd followed the recipe, adding the ingredients and stirring and pooring and baking. "I don't..."

"Show me what you used."

He led him over to the counter where the dry ingredients still sat uniformly beside the sink.

Wylan picked up the containers one by one eventually stopping on the can of ground cinnamon. His shoulders began shaking and for a moment Jesper was truly afraid he'd upset him to the point of tears.

Wylan turned putting the can into the other man's hand, "Jesper what does this say."

Jesper held it up and read the label, "100% pure ground cayanne pep- oh-"

Wylan started laughing. The kind that start in your belly and bubble up until they overflow.

"I'm so so sorry Wy I didn't mean I mean I'd never-"

Wylan put a finger to his lips, "maybe next time read the label." He burst into another fit a giggles at that a held onto Jesper's shoulder for support.

When he finally calmed down, he took a small step closer, "if you wanted to spice things up, there are probably better ways then almost killing me."

Jesper blinked, before his mouth pulled itself into a small smirk, "oh, well I guess I could think of a few."

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For anyone wondering how Wy could even tell what the can said, I imagine he spent lot of time in the kitchen when he was little because of the similarities between cooking and chemistry and he knows most of the ingredients by the size and shape of their containers, in this case he knows that cinnamon is in a medium, square can as opposed to the medium, circular one that holds the actual spice like pepper and paprika. And Jesper just saw 'ground' and assumed it was the cinnamon instead of actually reading the label

[heythinkyface]

so close (enchanted)

listen, this song is gorgeous. i will never, ever get over its beauty and how this long feels like falling in love. so, naturally, i have made an ENTIRE wesper scene to it in my head! let me lay it out for you.

WITH music time stamps :)))

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it all starts when kaz comes to them with another silly little plan and they all need to dress up as fancy, rich people to get into a ball. a great big fancy ball, with lots of food, drinking, and most importantly, dancing.

so jesper and wylan are situated on the floor, right on the dance floor. they've been told to just blend in, don't look suspicious, pick up little bits of information. kaz has reminded them that, at ALL costs, they need to blend in, whatever is to happen.

the band starts up. everyone starts moving to dance, in their partners, all ready to go. wylan panics and is like 'shit, what do we do jes?' and jesper, without missing a single beat, grabs wylans hand and pulls him to the middle of the room, getting ready to dance with him. because, as kaz said, at all costs. (0:00-0:46)

the music finally kicks in and everyone starts to dance, including wylan and jesper. wylan has not a single idea what is going on, and just follows jespers lead, because he trusts him. trusts him that this is needed to get through the plan. (0:46-1:23)

so they start dancing, close together, flowing with the music as perfectly as they can. wylan had no idea that jesper knew how to dance like this, but hey, he learns something new every single day apparently.

wylan is just... heart eyes. the actual definition of heart eyes. he knows they're in the middle of something important, but he just help admiring how beautiful jesper is, how close he's holding him yet how soft his hands are on his waist. he's completely in love. suddenly, the plan doesn't matter as much anymore. its just him and jesper, on the dance floor, hearts and hands entangled with one another. (1:23-1:58)

they are both entirely entranced by one another, their eyes never parting. the rest of the room has picked up on this, the two handsome gentlemen dancing in the middle of the floor like they're dancing on clouds. naturally, the crowd starts to part as they spot this, just watching these two dance because it's all they can do. it's so natural. the crowd begin to watch in awe.

wylan and jesper dont even realise they are the only ones on the floor, all smiles and giddy giggles, just happy to be with one another. (1:58-2:18)

they are so incredibly in love with one another, it's unbelievable. nobody has anything seen something so pure and beautiful as this. as the music swells, jesper wraps a sturdy arm around wylans waist and picks him up off the floor, the two twirling around, having completely forgotten they are here to actually steal stuff. the only thing they seem to be stealing is each others hearts. eventually, as the music begins to soften again, jesper puts wylan down and for a moment, they stop. wylan wants to say so much, as so much, but he instead opts for the option he knows best; he kisses jesper with every ounce of love and wonder his body can produce. jespers hands are firmly holding wylans waist, wylans hands every so gently cupping jespers jaw, slightly pulling him down so that he doesn't have to strain on his tip toes. (2:18-2:30)

jesper is taken back, but smiles as they part. they rest their foreheads together and take a moment to catch their breath, before jesper whispers something to wylan that he at first thinks he imagines, and he looks at him all doe-eyed and surprised, about to burst with absolute joy. before wylan can respond or ask about it, the music starts up again, and jesper whisks him back into the dance, their bodies moving in perfect time. (2:30-2:46)

by this time every one is dancing again, but still keeping their eyes on these two love-struck idiots in the middle of it all. it is quite literally like the world revolves around them. again, its all smiles and giggles and stolen kisses, and wylan swears his heart is about to explode in his chest. (2:46-3:10)

as the music finally comes to an end, they slow to a stop, just standing and holding one another, their bodies pressed flush up against one another. kaz and nina are watching, hidden in the crowd that didn't join the dance floor. nina's jaw is basically on the floor as she turns to kaz, who actually has a bit of a smile smacked across his usually stoic face. its then she realises that kaz knew exactly what he was doing by placing them two on the dance floor together. she turns to him, smirking and says 'you had this planned all along, didn't you?' to which kaz just looks at her and says 'perhaps.' (3:10-end)

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i am SO happy for people to take this idea and expand on it, give it edits, give it fics, give it art - whatever you want. because i love this, i am obsessed with it, and i need you all to know what i see when i listen to this song. hence why its in my wesper playlist.

[olskuvallanpoe]

new fic: the water is fine (drabble)

kylan (six of crows), 405 words

summary: “kaz and wylan were both children of the water, both made of the same material. [inspired by "the water is fine" by chloe ament]”

[cloudpools]

pick a random number for the SE verse wynara, shared apartment!

‧₊˚ 🏠 ✩ domestic prompts || ⚜Accepting⚜

⁴³⁾ a medicine cabinet ((pick a random number for the SE verse wynara, shared apartment!

Nara didn't really understand how living with your weapon was necessary. Or appropriate? Sure, if you were both the same sex then it seemed fine... Nara wasn't even capable of thinking of how that could also be just as problematic depending on the person. Relationships and sexuality wasn't even a thought that crossed her mind. Not when she was so blinded by her own goals. Everything else seemed like an afterthought.

But Wylan often made it a point to pull her from her focus by any means necessary.

In the beginning, Nara had drawn a hard line in the apartment that they shared. Wylan was banned from her room. He was banned from cooking. He was banned from cleaning. The latter two had been decisively declared by the meister when he'd made a poor attempt at each. She had a particular way she liked things to be organized and cleansed and he WAS DOING IT WRONG. Don't even get her started on the incident with setting off the dorm's smoke alarm. The former was out of principal. He had his own room! What did he need to be in hers for!

Yet to her surprise, he did respect her personal space when they were alone in their home... That didn't stop Nara from being wary. Gaining her trust was still something they were working on. Still something that held them back in their training. Something else that held them back? Nara feeling under the weather. Being sick felt like a personal failure. Had she not eaten the right foods? Washed her hands enough? Somewhere along the way she'd made a mistake, and now she was paying for it, fever raging as her soul flickered weakly.

It was very unlike Nara to not be up and at 'em at the crack of dawn, table already set for breakfast that she'd pretend to begrudgingly share with him. In reality? She wanted him to have a hearty meal. It would make for a better day of training. Honestly... How tsundere could she be (the answer is very)? Though when Wylan went to the kitchen, there was no telltale signs of breakfast. No trace of the meister at all. Except for that feint flicker of her soul behind the closed door of her room. The weakness of it was concerning all on it's own.

Time to break rule number one.

The knock at her door has Nara groaning, hiding under the blanket. "Go away! I'll be out soon!" Though that wasn't true, as the coughing picked up, and her head spun from the yelling. No. She wasn't going anywhere. Though... she would try... in a minute... she just- The creak of the door has her stiffen under the covers. It had been quite a while since he'd breached the inner sanctum. The room was exactly as he'd seen it last. Sterile. Very little personality save for the desk stacked with books and notes. It was often she'd spend long nights studying... Trying to understand how a soul felt. Why she couldn’t sense them… Sapphire eyes peeked out from under the blanket, staring, just as Wylan set a glass of water and some cold medicine on her bedside table.

"...I'm surprised you even knew this was in the medicine cabinet... or that we even have a medicine cabinet…" Nara's hair was uncharacteristically disheveled, face flush with fever. It was actually kind of amusing to see her in this state. Vulnerable. Nara’s brows pinched, soul flaring with her ridiculous strength for a brief moment before it went out in a fit of coughing. “GET OUT!”

Arms raised in surrender, Wylan backed towards the door, still smiling even as he closed it. He could have sworn he heard a muffled thank you through the sealed frame.

[seidenbros]

18 for the ask games 👀👀👀💕💕

Ahhhh we're going for angst, aren't we? 👀 Thank you for that, and I hope you like how this turned out Taken from Wesper Prompt Game

18. “It's all over now. Don't panic, it's not my blood.”

Wylan’s head was spinning, so much happening all at once. His ears were still ringing from the explosion he’d brought about that had been closer than expected. Than he’d wanted it to be. Too close. Because there had been a piercing scream in the darkness, a voice he knew all too well, which had made his blood run cold.

Jesper.

“Nonononono,” he mumbled to himself, eyes wide, palms sweating, and his heart nearly beating out of his chest. His eyes started watering, because he couldn’t see anything through the smoke, but he needed to find him, needed to make sure that he was okay.

“Jesper!” Wylan called out. He held his breath, listening, hoping that he would hear his voice again, but there was nothing. Maybe, the ringing in his ears made it harder to hear Jesper, that was his hope at least. If anything had happened to him, especially caused by one of Wylan’s bombs, he would never forgive himself.

“Jesper!” he called again, moving forward faster than he should, because he couldn’t really see where he was stepping. All that didn’t matter, though, because he needed to get to Jesper.

“Wylan?”

A sob nearly broke from his lips when he heard Jesper’s voice, not really knowing where he was, but he was there, he was calling out to him. That was a good sign, right? At least he thought so until he eventually found Jesper, stood right in front of him, and his heart plummeted, his fingers going numb.

“Jes,” he whispered, one trembling hand reaching out for him, but he dropped it again, not trusting himself at the moment. Jesper was standing, yes, but there was blood dripping from his arm, his clothes torn at his arms, his chest. The only thing that seemed to be in one piece, was his kilt. There were even blood splatters on his face, his hair matted with it, his hat probably lost somewhere.

Wylan felt his knees go weak at the sight, thinking that he’d caused that. How Jesper was still standing, he didn’t know. Or maybe, he was just there in his imagination, wishful thinking so to say. That must have been it, because the smile on Jesper’s face didn’t make any sense to him.

“This can’t be—” he stopped himself, shaking his head, trying to fight off the nausea, but then he felt someone take his hands. Holding his breath, he looked up to see Jesper up close. Not my imagination. His imagination wouldn’t be able to touch him.

“It’s all over now,” Jesper said, his voice soothing to Wylan’s soul - or maybe it was being able to feel his skin against his own. “Don’t panic, it’s not my blood.”

“What?”

“I’m okay. Just a little bruised, but okay.”

“It’s not–”

“Not my blood.” Squeezing Wylan’s hands, Jesper managed to calm him down, make him take a deep, steadying breath.

“I thought I’d hurt you with—”

“Stop, Wylan.” Without thinking about it - not that Wylan minded one bit - Jesper hugged him tight, burying his right hand in Wylan’s hair. “You saved my life with that. And I’m here. With you. Just breathe.”

And Wylan did. He followed Jesper’s lead, started to breathe together with him, his heart beating at a normal rate again, until his fingers loosened around Jesper’s coat where he’d gripped him.

“Okay?” Jesper asked quietly after pulling back just a little bit so he could look at him.

“Okay,” Wylan answered, jumping slightly when he heard Kaz call out for them.

“On our way,” Jesper called back, only letting go of Wylan to grab his hand. “Let’s get home, clean up, and I can show you that I’m not hurt like that.”

And there he was, the Jesper he knew, that even managed to flirt in a situation like that. Where he’d sometimes roll his eyes at him, right now he was happy about this, because it showed that he was alright. That they were alright.

[magicandpizza]

Just another silly little horny wesper drabble…

Jesper dozes, flopped on his back on the parlour floor with Wylan sprawled across his chest, both slightly sweaty and extremely satisfied following their impromptu mid-afternoon romp.

From the hallway, there’s the sound of voices, one no doubt belonging to their housekeeper, Agnes, and the other belonging to-

“Your ma’s back,” Jesper says with a groan as the sound of footsteps approaches.

In his haste to get up, Wylan almost trips over the blanket that’s draped over them. “Ghezen’s fucking hand,” he hisses, running a frantic hand through his messy hair. “Jesper, get up!”

Jesper makes absolutely no effort to move, instead enjoying the view of his boyfriend, stark naked, scurrying around the room to search for their clothes that had previously been hastily discarded. He admires the pale expanse of his back, the blossoming red marks on the backs of his thighs, no doubt from Jesper’s sharp hipbones.

Unfortunately Jesper’s wandering gaze is prevented from dropping any lower and lingering on the evidence of their earlier activities, as Wylan steps into his underwear and then pulls on a shirt at random.

“Jesper,” he urges again, and with a sigh Jesper rouses himself, barely managing to tug on his underwear before Marya is calling for them and stepping into the parlour.

He watches as Wylan flushes all the way up to his ears, one foot in his trouser leg. It’s horribly endearing.

“Hi, mama,” Wylan says sheepishly, ducking his head to try and hide his blush, and Jesper bites back a grin.

Marya glances between them - Wylan noticeably rumpled, his shirt hanging open and only just pulling up his trousers, and Jesper still half naked, the blanket now tugged around his shoulders in a vague attempt to preserve what little remains of his modesty - and a wry smile dances on her lips.

“Glad to see you boys have been having fun while I was out,” she says, offering Jesper a knowing wink and making Wylan splutter with embarassment.