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22. Soft, feathery kiss

Please, I/they need some fluff ❤️

My friend, may I offer you some post-smut fluff featuring Wylan being eepy? 🫶

22. Soft, feathery kiss

“Okay, darling?” Jesper asks softly, and Wylan drags his eyes open to smile at him. He had been happily dozing, wrapped up in Jesper’s arms with their legs tangled together under the covers, as the sweat cooled on their skin.

“So good,” Wylan mumbles. His legs may possibly never work again, and his entire body feels like it has the consistency of soup, but he’s so content he can’t find it in himself to mind.

Jesper chuckles and presses a featherlight kiss to his lips. “Oh no, did you come so hard your brain fell out?”

It takes a moment for his words to infiltrate the post-orgasm haze of Wylan’s mind. “Shut up,” he says with a pout, tilting his chin up pointedly until Jesper gets the hint and kisses him again, still just as softly, the barest hint of a kiss.

With a bit of shuffling, Jesper rolls onto his side and pulls Wylan in close, still just as tangled together as before, and they lie there wrapped up in each other, trading gentle kisses for a long time.

“Is your brain working again yet, or have I broken you forever?” Jesper asks after a while. His hand rests in the dip of Wylan’s waist, an echo of the way he’d gripped him earlier.

“Getting there,” Wylan says, stifling a yawn. “Mostly just sleepy now.”

“You can sleep, you know. I won’t be offended.”

“Mm, wanna keep kissing you,” Wylan mumbles, but his eyes are already drifting shut of their own accord.

Jesper laughs again. “You can kiss me some more once you’ve had a nap.”

The last thing Wylan remembers before he slips into sleep, is one final gentle kiss placed to the corner of his mouth.

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16 for the kiss prompts??!! 🫶

Here you go, friend. Enjoy!

16. Surprise kiss on the cheek from the back.

Wylan is deeply engrossed in watching his chemicals and scrawling notes in the form of music in his notepad that he startles at the feel of long, sinewy arms wrapping around him from behind.

“Saints, Jes,” he exclaims, pressing a hand to his galloping heart. “What have I said about making me jump when there’s open flames?”

From behind him, Jesper chuckles. “Sorry, love. In my defence, I really did think you’d heard me come in.”

Wylan makes a vague noise of acknowledgement at him in response, returning to his notepad despite his boyfriend refusing to let go of him and nosing at the back of his neck.

“Is this the acid Kaz wants? The one that can burn through fabrikator-enforced metal?” Jesper asks, now peering over Wylan’s shoulder to observe the beaker currently bubbling away over the burner.

“Mmhmm,” Wylan confirms. “It’s trying to be anyway. I’m not sure I’ve got the formula quite right yet.” He’s sure there’s another piece of knowledge tucked away in the back of his mind somewhere, something that would help him, but he’s been at this for hours now and he’s getting tired. Nevertheless, he tries to follow his train of thought, closing his eyes in an attempt to remember his chemistry lessons.

“You’ll figure it out, I know you will,” Jesper says, mouth close to his ear. It still comes as a surprise when he leans over again and kisses his cheek.

Instantly, Wylan feels his face heat up. It’s embarrassing, really, how such a casual display of affection makes his heart stutter in his chest, and Jesper bestows them on him so easily. It’s enough to send a flood of warmth through his body, and he bites back a smile - a force of habit he’s trying to unlearn - even as Jesper pulls away and flops down onto the workshop bed. Wylan spares his experiment one last moment of attention, turning off the burner and making sure everything is safe, before joining him.

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For @devoted-people-hater! Have some Wylan being grumpy ❤️ also featuring the rest of the crows and Matthias is alive and well thank you very much

3. Nose kiss.

After the Ice Court heist, Fjerda was never a place that Wylan imagined himself returning to, and yet here he is, five years down the line and already on his second trip, because of course Nina and Matthias would end up living here, of all places. 

The wind is just as biting as he remembers, but at least he’s here under vaguely more wholesome circumstances. Up ahead, Matthias trudges through the calf-deep snow with his daughter on his shoulders, shrieking delightedly as snowflakes flutter around her. At seven months pregnant, Nina is a way behind him, wrapped in thick furs and pressed close to Inej’s side, the two of them giggling conspiratorially. Kaz, perhaps wisely, had opted to stay at Nina and Matthias’ house, though his expression when Matthias asked him if he wanted to come to the park with him and Elin is one Wylan will remember with joy for the rest of his life.

Next to him, Jesper nudges his shoulder against Wylan’s. “Your nose is red,” he says, with a smile. 

Wylan scowls at him and tucks his face further into his scarf. He should have stayed home with Kaz. “It’s cold.” 

“It’s cute. Personally, I’ve always been a fan of a red nose paired with frosty eyelashes. Makes me remember the good old days,” says Jesper, whose buoyant mood is apparently not to be brought down. 

“I almost got frostbite in my fingers back in the good old days.”

Jesper’s grin turns sly, and he winks when he says, “Well thank the Saints you didn’t. I’m quite fond of your fingers.” At Wylan’s audible groan, he grabs him by the arm so they’re facing each other. “Relax, Wy. I know it’s freezing, but think of all the ways we can warm up later.” 

The way he waggles his eyebrows suggestively is enough to make Wylan crack a smile, as cold and grumpy as he is. Jesper grins like he’s won the best prize in the world and leans in to kiss the tip of his freezing cold nose.

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lovely character. i want to watch him drown in his shame

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30 and 31 please!!

Hello friend, thank you for playing! 🫶

30. A kiss to greet each other hello/goodbye. + 31. ^ except the kiss lasts a while because they're seeing each other for the first time in some time/won't see each other again for some time.

The idea of being apart from Jesper for a length of time had made something dark and desperate twist in Wylan’s gut, but Colm had written to say he had injured his back and was struggling the harvest, so Jesper had felt duty bound to leave. Wylan had promised he’d be okay on his own, even though he’d known he’d miss Jesper like a phantom limb.

And so Jesper had departed on a ship to Novyi Zem following a tearful goodbye at Fifth Harbour, and Wylan has been aching for him ever since.

He’s in the music room, enjoying a rare break from work since his mother is out for lunch, when he hears voices downstairs. One belongs to their housekeeper, and the other is a wonderfully familiar rich baritone. He dashes down the stairs to find Jesper in the entryway, looking a little rumpled from his journey but otherwise as gorgeous as ever, and his face splits into a wide grin when he sees Wylan.

“Hi, treasure.”

Wylan throws himself into his waiting arms.

Their housekeeper busies herself with taking Jesper’s case upstairs, and as soon as she’s out of sight, Wylan is grabbing Jesper by the face and kissing the life out of him.

Jesper chuckles into his mouth then curls his fingers into Wylan’s hair to angle his head so he can deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes at his bottom lip, and Wylan is just glad there’s no one else around because the moan that he lets out is far too loud.

“Miss me, darling?” Jesper asks with a little grin playing on his perfect lips.

“More than you know,” murmurs Wylan in response, eyes dropping to his mouth once more before claiming it with his own again. He pulls Jesper closer, always closer, thrilled to have him back in his arms again after so long apart. He kisses him until his lips feel swollen and bruised, until Jesper walks him backwards and pushes him up against the wall, until the sound of a throat being cleared has them startling apart.

“Welcome back, Jesper,” Marya says with a knowing smile.

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"you are one of gods strongest soldiers" i say, not even believing in either of those institutions

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"every possible kind of content can be found on the internet" yeah sure except for the One fucking thing I'm looking for. why does no one want to talk about the One Singular thing I'm looking for. but yeah other than that everything is on here.

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Neubrandenburg in the Morning Mist painted by Caspar David Friedrich (1774 - 1840)

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Nu devant un paysage - Naked in front of landscape, 1938

Francis Picabia

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Weak kisses in the morning in bed, when they're barely awake.

Wesper pls 🥺👉👈

Thank you, Lou! I have some very soft Wesper for you

“Mhh”, Wylan grumbled when he felt the blanket slipping away, so he quickly reached out a hand to pull it back up. It was cold outside and still dark, no need to get up right now, especially when he was still tired, and there was a warm body pressed against his back, one arm slung around his middle to hold him tight.

“You alright?” Jesper’s voice was quiet in the darkness of the room, gravelly from sleep, and Wylan knew that he wasn’t completely awake as well.

“Yeah, just a bit cold.” That alone prompted Jesper to pull Wylan even closer, press his nose against the back of his neck. Goosebumps spread from the spot where Wylan’s nose touched him - the good kind of goosebumps, not from the cold, but from how good it felt. “Get some more sleep.”

“Mhh don’t know if I can.” Jesper’s voice was vibrating against Wylan’s skin, making him shiver ever so slightly. “Gotta warm you up again.” His hand slipped beneath Wylan’s sleep shirt, fanning out over his stomach, drawing circles into his skin with his thumb. Jesper’s lips replaced his nose, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

“You’re already doing that.” Wylan sighed softly, his eyes drifting shut again. To be quite honest, he couldn’t really tell how late it was, if it was still night time or early morning. Most days, Ketterdam stayed quite dark, especially in winter, but since they had no appointments today, they could stay in bed as long as they wanted. “You’re a whole furnace.”

“Is this your way of telling me that I’m hot?” Jesper murmured against Wylan’s shoulder, and he could hear and feel the smile in his voice, before another kiss was pressed against his shirt-clad shoulder.

“Well, that’s not a secret.” Opening his eyes again so they could adjust to the darkness in the room, Wylan carefully turned around in Jesper’s arms, throwing his leg over Jesper’s to be even closer to him. His right hand found its way on Jesper’s belly, thumb slowly stroking back and forth while he reached his left one up to cup the back of his head. “But you’re also warming me up pretty nicely.” Slowly, he stroked his thumb right behind Jesper’s ear, beneath it, then back up, repeating the motion, because he knew how much Jesper enjoyed this. It had an almost calming effect on him, not that he needed it right now, but the deep sigh that fell from his lips was music to Wylan’s ears.

“Good. Can’t let you freeze,” Jesper mumbled, still with a smile on his lips. There was something else he wanted to do, though, something better than talking, and so he brushed his lips over Wylan’s. Just a soft, short kiss, nothing more, but enough to warm him up from the inside. Both of them actually.

Jesper’s hand slipped onto his back, further upwards and between his shoulder blades, feeling his sleep warm skin. With the other hand, he slowly carded through Wylan’s curls, before tracing his fingertips along the shell of his ear, his neck, to his shoulder. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling into the next kiss Wylan bestowed upon him. There was no heat behind them, neither of them initiating anything more for once, just the simple act of kissing each other. Languid, lazy, weak kisses that still managed to make Jesper’s heart beat a little faster, because he loved the man in his arms so much. 

At one point, Wylan only managed to kiss the corner of Jesper’s lips, then his cheek, and Jesper wasn’t sure whether it was on purpose or not, but when Wylan’s head lulled a little against his own, he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling.

“Get some more sleep, darling.”

“Mhm.” A weak attempt to protest on Wylan’s part. Jesper ignored this more or less, hugged him tighter yet again and turned onto his back, pulling Wylan half on top of himself so that his head was laying on Jesper’s chest. There was no sign of protest anymore, quite the contrary, when Wylan pressed even more against him, his own hand halfway tucked beneath his head.

Jesper watched him for a moment before he lifted his head to place a gentle kiss on Wylan’s hair. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was, but this wasn’t some kind of dream anymore. When he woke up - properly woke up - Wylan would still be there.

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Between Hope and Desperation pls 🥹🥹

YAHHHHHHHH! The next chapter of this should be up relatively soon— I lost my outline and all my drafting work for chapter four, and had to start from scratch a few weeks ago.

Anyway, here’s a snippet from the beginning of chapter four: surprise! Our girl is back in town!

This early in the day, even The Barrel was sleepy. The Mr. Crimsons and Mad Imps seemed to float away in the morning mist, calling them back to their hotels, their homes, whatever lives they had when the masks came off. The harbour’s stink drifted in on the breeze, buffeting her sea-salty braid as if welcoming her back.

As if Inej were being pulled back into the past.

Nothing had changed. The alleyways were shadowy and damp; the gables crumbled, buildings leaning on each other like drunk friends at the bar; with a smoggy sunrise barely reaching out along the canals of East Stave, for once it was almost quiet. A relative term, in The Barrel, but still… she’d always liked this time of day.

Her path was well worn, each foothold and roof shingle accounted for as she scaled the gutters and looked down on the city from above. It was so odd, being back. The peace that settled in her then, was more than a little unexpected. She’d— in her own way, with her own stipulations— missed this. She missed Ketterdam.

She missed her friends.

Finally, she could see it in the distance— the Slat. There was the window of Kaz’s office, the sill where she fed the crows seeming to wait for her return. It sent up a flutter of wings in her chest to think about it.

Remember, you do have something to do here, a voice in her head reminded her. Your mission is of vital importance.

Nikolai and Alina needed the crows. And Inej needed her friends.

And yet she hesitated at the lock.

It wasn’t for the difficulty, or the strength of the metal latch— of course not. It was as if Kaz left it open just waiting for her to return some day.

No, it was for what she saw through the warp of the window glass. So odd looking, it was all she could do to get inside and take a closer look. To see if Kaz was up burning kruge into the early hours, actually resting for once in his life, or if he was truly not at home.

The bed wasn’t even rumpled. But the office was a catastrophe by Kaz’s standards. Neat balance sheets and books upon books of ledgers had been cast aside, heaped into the corner like stockpiled kindling. They had to make way for the new centerpiece strewn across Kaz’s desk— a map. Wylan’s work, if she had to guess by the expert curve of the canals, and Jesper’s hasty handwriting denoting street names and buildings.

It was colourblocked, with little gold pins digging deep into the wood under the parchment. They seemed to follow no clear pattern— the rosenstraat warehouse where Wylan had set up his workshop; some non-descript looking block of rooms in the Zelver District; a couple estates on the Geldstraat. There were a couple others Inej could make no sense of.

A cold, foreboding sense of dread crept out from her chest. What was this? Where was Kaz? Where was anybody?

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One of my favourite little details in Six of Crows is that throughout the book we have this growing tension and build-up surrounding just how the Drüskelle execute Grisha and we never get a straight answer, not even when Nina directly asks Matthias if not a pyre then what and gives examples (including firing squad and gallows) and Matthias deflects the answer. At the time we think little of it because of the heat of the moment and the high tensions surrounding the argument, plus we’re still fresh from the pyre scene, but ultimately Matthias never actually answers this question because he does not know the answer.

And he does not know, as we learn in chapter 35 straight from Jarl Brum’s own mouth, because they don’t, at least in the typical sense of the word, actually execute the Grisha; for the past fifteen years they’ve been torturing and experimenting on the Grisha prisoners found guilty during the trials.

Anyway I’m tired so I’m not gonna let this post get too much longer but the point is that I think the fact Matthias doesn’t even know the answer to this question is one of the many things that keep him questioning the manipulation he was put through early on in the book and I think that to a certain degree the solidification of every tiny doubt he had in chapter 35 told him not that he was going to turn on Brum, because he already knew he would do that for Nina, but that he was making the right choice for himself by doing it too

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my theory

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personally i think there should have been at least one episode where sokka collects aang and zuko and is like, “looks like we’re running low on supplies.  time for a GUYS-ONLY field trip.  three days of hunting and fishing and polishing our swords.  y’know, manly warrior stuff.  (aang, sotto voce: actually sokka i’m a vegetarian as you know–)  you girls have fun sitting around braiding your hair and talking about your crushes” and then the entire episode is just zuko and sokka lying around by a river, plucking blades of grass and staring up at the stars confiding in each other their deepest feelings and most secret insecurities while aang braids flower crowns, and whenever the screen cuts back to katara and toph and suki, they’re fighting and screaming and hacking away at river pirates and evil spirits and legions of assassins and hired mercenaries with swords.  you know, as girls do.

and when the boys finally drag themselves back to camp (they stayed up way too late discussing what true leadership really means and whether or not power always corrupts)  they find suki and toph and katara lounging around with black eyes and fresh bruises and bloodstained weapons and sokka shrieks, “what were you guys DOING while we were gone???”  and karata just shugs innocently and says in her sweetest voice, “oh, you know.  just girly things”

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i just realized is that kaz tried to use a father’s love for his son against him three times (jan van eck, pekka rollins, colm fahey)

and i just can’t help but think about how much his dad must’ve loved him for him to think of a father’s love as their greatest weakness

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Sankt Jesper for @sparrowmoth (a year late)

Love you!

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i feel like fandom would really benefit from adopting the idea of readings, as in interpretations. anyone can interpret canon as saying anything on even the most tenuous of justifications. if you interpret a detail or moment in a particular way, great! but if someone interprets that thing in another way, even in a way which directly contradicts your interpretation, that’s also okay. multiple readings can exist at once without invalidating any of them

a lot of fandom drama seems to arise from people acting as if their interpretations are True or Factual in some way, when really all anyone can do is speak to their own interpretations & experiences. which is natural! and good! many voices with many interpretations and approaches is healthy and good. the trouble is depicting a reading, which is a very personal thing, as universally true, and then getting frustrated that others don’t interpret events the same way. & i get it, that can be annoying, especially if you think those other interpretations are misunderstanding the canon. but so much of the time it’s just a different reading, taking into account details you might not have noticed or maybe just viewing them in a different light, informed by different life experiences & values & everything else that goes into a personal interpretation of a creative work

by trying to depict One Single Reading of a text as Correct, fandom loses all the nuance of interpretation & also just turns everyone into a bunch of rabid raccoons fighting over different ways to look through the same kaleidoscope