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13. Buttoning up their coat for them when you don't have to

“Wy, Wy, wake up!”

Wylan opens his eyes to find Jesper crouched beside the edge of the bed, gently shaking him awake, eyes wide with childlike wonder. “Jes? What’s going on?”

“It’s snowing!” Jesper is practically vibrating with excitement, far too energetic for whatever time it is in the morning. “And it’s actually settling. Please get up, I want to make the most of it.” 

Sitting up, Wylan blinks and rubs sleep out of his eyes while Jesper darts around the room, opening the curtains and rummaging through cupboards to throw a random selection of clothes towards the bed. “Love, is this the first time you’ve seen proper snow?” 

Now that he thinks about it, the last time Wylan remembers real snow and not just a few flurries that quickly turned to sludge was when he was a child. 

“Uh huh, it’s too warm in Novyi Zem - the worst we get is torrential rain, and I’ve definitely never seen any here.” 

Wylan bites back a grin as he dresses. He’s never seen Jesper so excited over something as seemingly trivial as the weather, and he finds it hopelessly endearing. He lets his boyfriend practically drag him down the stairs foyer and shoves his feet into his sturdiest boots. Jesper seems ready to fling himself straight out the front door, but Wylan stops him, handing him a scarf, gloves and his coat. 

“Is this really necessary?” Jesper huffs at him as Wylan dutifully buttons up his coat for him and wraps the scarf around his neck. 

“I know you can’t get sick, but you can still get frostbite.” Wylan pauses, stepping back to pull on his own coat. “And I would prefer it if you kept all your fingers.”

Jesper raises a suggestive eyebrow at him. “Oh? Tell me more.”

With his coat now buttoned, Wylan just laughs and nudges Jesper towards the front door. “Come on you miscreant. I bet I can beat you at a snowball fight.”

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jesper!!!!

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Wylan: Look at that idiot

*Jesper running into a fight*

Wylan:

Wylan: Shit that’s my idiot

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i ADORE your writing oh my god

its so like. accurate.

(best way to put it here is that sometimes i’ll find a writer who perfectly captures my mental interpretations of characters and you do just that w wylan & jesper!!!)

omg thank you 😭😭

I know everyone has their own ideas and interpretations about these characters so it’s lovely to hear that mine resonates with someone ❤️

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“men aren’t pretty” wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong bad incorrect stop talking

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Nina!!!

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inej!!!

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Writing prompt 1 please

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1 !! :D

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if this is too much I totally understand but i feel like 1,3,11, and 8, could easily go together somehow. If this is too much i completely understand. :)

Hello friend! Since I've already done 11 and 8, I've mashed together 1 and 3 for you :) This follows on from the scene in 11. Hope you like it!

1. Making them laugh when they're upset + 3. Kissing their forehead

“It doesn’t feel real,” Wylan murmurs after a long period of contemplative silence. 

“Would you like me to pinch you?” Jesper asks, fingers lightly prodding at Wylan’s waist. It draws a laugh out of him, a little wet and shaky still, but a laugh all the same. 

“I’m sure it’ll sink in eventually.” He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “All I ever heard growing up was that I was far too inept to be the heir and son that he wanted. I’m still not sure I won’t just run the business into the ground.” 

Jesper props himself up on one elbow beside him, taking in Wylan’s sad, tired eyes, the bone-deep exhaustion that seems to cling to every fiber of his being. “We’ll figure it out. Worst case scenario we have to go to Kaz for advice.” 

“Don’t, he’d never let me live it down,” Wylan says with a groan, flinging an arm over his eyes. “The day I go to Dirtyhands for business advice is the day I know it’s all over.” 

“I think you’re being a little dramatic, love,” Jesper says with a grin, peeling Wylan’s arm away from his face and kissing his knuckles. “You have a brilliant mind and the kindest heart, I know you’re going to do so much good.” Leaning in, he presses a kiss to Wylan’s forehead, then peppers tiny kisses all over his face, his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, until Wylan is giggling and shoving him away. 

“I wouldn’t have survived this without you.” Wylan’s expression is open and earnest, fingers soft as he reaches up to trace Jesper’s jawline. “Thank you, Jes. I mean it.”

Jesper just leans in and kisses him firmly on the mouth.

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12!

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12. Squeezing them as tight as you can

Wylan is, surprisingly, still awake when Jesper finally makes it back to the Slat. He’s wearing one of Jesper’s shirts and a pair of soft trousers and springs out of the bed with far too much energy for almost two bells in the morning when Jesper softly shuts the door behind him. He’s barely turned back around before Wylan is stepping in close, looping his arms low around Jesper’s waist, pressing his face into his chest and squeezing him tightly. 

“You okay, love?” Jesper asks, only mildly concerned by Wylan’s apparent clinginess. He brings up one hand to cradle the back of Wylan’s head. 

“Couldn’t sleep. Missed you.” Wylan’s words are muffled against Jesper’s jacket. When he eventually pulls away to let Jesper actually take off his coat, his cheeks are faintly pink. 

Jesper smiles at him and leans in to kiss his forehead. “I missed you too.” And isn’t that a strange concept, missing someone who he knows is waiting for him in their shared bed. East Stave doesn’t hold a candle to the itch in his veins of wanting to return home to Wylan. “Get back in bed, I’ll be there in a moment.” 

Wylan obediently crawls back under the covers, eyes tracking Jesper as he flits about the room, taking off his clothes, brushing his teeth and telling Wylan about his shift at the Crow Club. When he slips into bed, Wylan is quick to curl up on his chest, one arm slung over his stomach, and Jesper just kisses his forehead again and folds his arms around him, giving him a quick squeeze as Wylan settles against him with a content sigh. 

“Better now?” 

Wylan’s response is a pleased hum and a soft kiss placed on Jesper’s chest, just above his heart.

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6 please

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6 for the new writing prompt?

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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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Yay for new writing prompts! Can you do 8 and/or 18? Thanks!!

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8. Letting them nap with their head in your lap + 18. Making sure they get sleep

“Do you want to go to sleep?”

“No,” Wylan says sleepily, lifting his head from where it’s resting in Jesper’s lap. He’s sprawled almost sideways across the bed, blanket draped over his body, listening to Jesper read their latest book. “Keep reading, please.”

Jesper bites back his argument that Wylan had been halfway to sleep just a moment ago. He’s been working hard lately, the merchant council keeping him plenty busy even without the hours spent tinkering in the lab creating Saints know what for Kaz. The dark shadows under his eyes have been a permanent feature of the last few weeks, and as much as Jesper is enjoying finally spending some time with him, he’d much rather Wylan actually got some sleep.

He rearranges the pillows propped up against the headboard behind him and encourages Wylan to lie back down, sinking a hand into his hair as he does so and smiling at the soft sigh of pleasure he makes. If there’s one thing that never fails to turn his boyfriend into a sleepy puddle, it’s having his hair stroked. 

Turning the page of their book, Jesper picks up reading where he left off, fingers idly playing with the curls at the nape of Wylan’s neck. He only manages a few more paragraphs before Wylan’s breathing evens out as he drifts into sleep. Quietly, Jesper marks their page with the bookmark and places the book to one side.

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11 <3

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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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Writing prompts: ways we show love. Credit to @rosewritingprompts for the list.

Making them laugh when they're upset

Bringing them a drink they didn't ask for

Kissing their forehead

Buying them something they never would have asked for

Making them their favorite meal after a long day

Listening to them rant

Taking interest in their hobbies

Letting them nap with their head in your lap

Doing their hair for them

Telling them to stop working so hard

Letting them cry on your shoulder

Squeezing them as tight as you can

Buttoning up their coat for them when you don't have to

Communicating wordlessly across the room

Sharing a plate of food

Remembering their favorite things

Rubbing their feet for them

Making sure they get sleep

Buying them a piece of jewelry that reminds you of them

Dancing with them in the living room