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seidenbros · 23 days ago

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Won't You Hold My Hand and Stay a While? - Chapter 1 - Spring - Jesper

Pairing: Wylan van Eck x Jesper Fahey

Summary: Jesper Fahey never thought he'd have a child that early on on life, but by now, nearly ten years later, he couldn't imagine life without his little daughter. Navigating life as a single parent isn't always that easy, but Jesper has a lot of people who help him with that.

Painting has been Wylan Hendriks passion for as long as he can remember. He was granted another couple of years with his mother, but now, he's lost her as well, and has since not been able to draw or paint. It's time for a change of scenery, since everything in his apartment reminds him of her. He finds the perfect house for a new start - only to find out his neighbour and his friends are not total strangers.

Addie Fahey is thrilled to have a new neighbour, and especially someone who is as kind and good at baking as Wylan is. In addition, he is one of the best babysitters she's every had. So, when Wylan makes her father smile and laugh a whole lot more, it's clear that she wants him around as often as possible, right?

Warning/Tags: POV Jesper Fahey, POV Wylan van Eck, Modern AU, fluff, domestic fluss, implied past child abuse, scars, falling in love, idiots in love, mutual pining

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“They’re trying to get the piano through the front door.”

“That won’t work,” Jesper called from the kitchen, where he was just finishing up the dishes. Just this morning, a moving van had stopped next door and they’d started bringing boxes and furniture inside, and now apparently a piano. He’d heard that someone had bought the house next door, but so far nobody had found out anything about the buyer, which was curious, since Inej was usually able to get that information quickly.

“They should just go through the garden.”

“Do you want to tell them?” Jesper couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he dried his hands on a towel before going over to the living room, where his daughter was kneeling on the sofa, staring out the window as inconspicuously as possible. She’d even put a pillow up to hide behind it.

“Nope. Let’s give them ten more minutes.” Addie turned her head to look over her shoulder at Jesper. She reminded him so much of his mother, that the name fit her even more perfectly. “I saw him.”

“Who?” Now it was Jesper, who was curious. He cast a look out the window, but only saw the two people who’d been handling the furniture all day.

“Our new neighbour.”

Of course she had, staying here all this time to spy on the people next door. Sometimes, he felt like Inej had a bad influence on her, but as long as Addie didn’t start throwing knives around the kitchen, it should be alright.

“Come on, you little monster, you still have homework to do.” With that, Jesper quickly lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder, making her giggle in the process. “I’ll even help you.”

While Jesper hadn’t been the best student, what Addie was learning now at school was still possible for him to do. as a teenager, he’d done a lot of stupid things, had worried his father sick, but he’d also met his best friends like this. Kaz and Inej had been there for him through everything, and while they’d all ended up in a lot of trouble, they knew that they could count on each other. Of course, his father hadn’t been thrilled when the police had knocked on his door to bring Jesper home, Inej and Kaz in tow because they didn’t have a family to go home to. Illegal activities, gambling, breaking and entering - they’d done a lot of things that were wrong in front of the law, but they hadn’t meant to harm anyone with that. Well, not really at least, but when it came to Pekka Rollins, they’d wanted to get him behind bars.

That had been Kaz’s story to tell, and while Jesper and Inej had known bits and pieces of what had happened, Kaz had eventually told the whole story, when they’d sat together around the fireplace in the Fahey farmhouse just outside of town, where Jesper had grown up. He still remembered that day, because he’d never seen Kaz so vulnerable, and he never would again. Not like that. But Colm Fahey had always had a talent to get people to talk, and that had worked with Kaz as well. It had been important for him to understand just why they’d been doing certain things. Not that he’d liked any of that, but he’d understood them better, and he’d even tried to help, even if it was in giving them an alibi.

Colm had been relieved when all that had been over, when Kaz had gotten the money Pekka had taken from him, when he’d gotten even more than that, and Rollins had been convicted of murdering Jordie. That was something they hadn’t even seen, because Kaz had always just told them that his brother had died, and he’d probably not seen the whole picture, but once the investigation had started, they’d dug up everything on Rollins, and he’d never walk free again.

It had taken them some time after that to go after Heleen Van Houden, but it had been a relief once they’d gotten all the evidence they’d needed to go to the police. Joost Van Poel had already taken care of the Rollins case, and had taken them into his office immediately, wondering what they’d had this time. Tante Heleen as she was often called had been friends with a lot of politicians, people in different higher positions of power and whatnot, so he’d had to handle the case delicately, but with Kaz’s help, he’d managed to get everything he’d needed. Trusting someone within the police force had always been dangerous, but Van Poel had proven to be very trustworthy, and he’d always listen to them.

That had been more than ten years ago, but it had been the two cases that had made them grow even closer together, and add two more people to this constellation that was more of a dysfunctional family than anything else, and Jesper had always loved this, and them. Nina Zenik and Matthias Helvar had worked with them on getting Tante Heleen behind bars, because Nina had been in one of her houses before, but had been able to run away just like Inej had done. All the things they’d suffered through, the emotional and physical abuse they’d had to endure, it was something that had brought the two women close, and while Jesper had known bits and pieces, he’d never heard everything Heleen had made them do, and it had probably been for the better.

With these two people locked up, they had all been able to sleep a little better, and Colm as well, because he’d thought that the criminal activities had ended with that - but they hadn’t. They’d just gotten better and more cautious, so they hadn’t gotten caught. In fact, they’d all gotten proper jobs after some time, but that didn’t mean that Kaz didn’t still use his contacts to get dirt on some people. It didn’t mean that Inej didn’t sneak around anymore, listening in on private conversations, but they used their skills for the greater good so to say. They used them to feed Joost van Poel with information, and if Jesper hadn’t become a Dad, he'd probably still do that as well, but having little Aditi had changed his life completely.

Aditi hadn’t been planned, not at all, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t loved her from the first moment on. Ruby had been a good friend, and after another drunk night at a party, they’d ended up in bed together. Just this once. They’d both laughed about it at first, because they hadn’t ever been interested in each other like that, but they’d been lonely, had both craved company like that, and so it had happened. A couple of weeks later they’d realise what their night together had led to.

Colm had stared at Jesper when he’d told him, and then he’d left the house to take a walk. When he returned after an hour, he’d sat down with Jesper to talk to him properly, tell him that he’d take care of this child no matter what. Jesper had quickly promised him that he would, that he’d never walk out on a child, and while he’d been scared like hell, he never wanted this child to have to grow up without him, especially because he’d lost his mother so early on, and he’d missed her. His father had done an amazing job, and he’d always looked up at him, but at certain times, he’d just missed his Mum.

What nobody had expected, had been Ruby’s passing while giving birth to Aditi. One minute everything had been alright, and all of a sudden, everything had been turned upside down. While Jesper had held his baby girl in his arms, he’d wept out of joy because of her, and out of grief for the friend and mother of his child he’d lost. The memory still sent chills down his spine, and he had to take a deep breath.

“Dad, you’re not even paying attention.” Addie shoved the papers right in front of his eyes, heaving a sigh.

He’d drifted off completely for a moment there, so he needed to regain his focus. Addie’s birthday was coming up, so he kept thinking back time and time again, to the time before her, her birth, no matter what painful memories that brought back as well. In the end, it was mostly wonderful memories, though, because he could also think of her first steps, the first word, stuff like that.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to do better.” Leaning his head down to place a kiss on the top of her head. Sometimes, he got distracted by looking at his daughter, because she looked so much like his mother, especially with that stern expression on her face when she was reprimanding Jesper - he was sure that she’d learned that kind of behaviour from Nina. When it came to her hair that fell in waves over her shoulders, though, she came after her mother. What she’d gotten from Jesper, was the colour of her eyes and that cheeky grin as his father always put it. Oh, and she could definitely wrap pretty much everyone around her finger, no doubt about that.

They managed to finish Addie’s homework, so she could go back to the sofa to watch the moving van through the window. Biting back a grin, Jesper cleared the table and put Addie’s backpack next to the staircase so she’d just have to grab it the next morning on her way to school.

Granted, Jesper was curious as well, and a tiny bit jealous that she’d already seen their new neighbour, but he’d never admit that. He’d get his chance at one point. After all, good neighbours introduced themselves, right? They wanted him to feel welcome here, but first he should be able to settle in.

“They still haven’t brought the piano in,” Addie called over to him, her voice slightly muffled, because she was holding the pillow right in front of her face.

“You wanna tell them now?” Jesper asked, leaning against the doorframe, watching her like this. She’d learned quite a lot from Inej and Kaz, but she still had some room for improvement. Not that Jesper necessarily wanted that for her, but on the other hand, she could never go wrong with being able to vanish into thin air, right? As long as she didn’t do that to get away from him. But she’d also learned a lot from Nina and Matthias. In fact, Nina was the person she went to, when she needed some female advice. Sometimes, Jesper really didn’t know what to say or do, so Nina was his saviour. For Addie, it felt like she had a very big family, instead of just a Dad and a grandpa. She had her godfather and godmother in Kaz and Inej, and then there were Uncle Matthias and Aunt Nina, all of them ready to take her in and care for her if anything ever happened to Jesper - which hopefully wouldn’t, especially because he’d gotten a lot more careful since becoming a father.

Right after Addie’s birth, after losing Ruby, he’d fallen into old habits, had gotten drunk and ended up at a gambling den. Luckily, he hadn’t had that much money on him, and they’d kicked him out once his pockets had been empty. Kaz had picked him up that night, had taken him home and stayed. Inej had been watching over Addie while Kaz had given Jesper his piece of mind and had talked to him until he’d agreed to go back to therapy. He’d been there before, had promised it to his father and it had helped, but he’d fallen off the wagon, which had been understandable in his situation, but it hadn’t just been about Jesper anymore. By now, he hadn’t gambled in nine and a half years, which was something to be proud of.

“Yes!” The pillow was flying, and Aditi was off to the hallway to swap her bunny slippers for proper shoes.

“Will you be alright on your own?” He watched his daughter for a moment, leaving it up to her whether he should come with her or not.

“Yes, Dad. I’m a big girl!”

You really are. She would turn ten in a couple of weeks, which was so hard to believe sometimes. He still remembered when she’d taken her first steps in his Dad’s garden.

“I know you are. I’ll be right here.” Nobody would stop him from watching her at least. Together, they stepped out onto the porch, where Jesper stayed, but Aditi hopped down and went over to the next door property where the movers were just coming out of the front door again.

“You should go through the garden,” she said immediately, making Jesper bite back a laugh, because of the confused faces she earned.

“Hello, where are you coming from?” One of them asked, while the other looked around.

“Didn’t know Mr. Henriks has a daughter.”

“My Dad is over there,” she pointed towards Jesper, who simply raised his hand in greeting. “I’m just trying to help. Open the gate and carry the piano through there!” She pointed to the gate she meant, because there was a double-door gate at the side of the house, just like there was at their own house as well. Opening the doors would give them enough room to carry the piano through it and onto the terrace in the back. There was a sliding door that they could open wide enough to carry the piano through.

Mrs. McAllister, who had lived here before, had been wonderful, and had treated them almost like family. Her own children had hardly ever visited her, but Jesper had loved spending time with her. Every time she’d told them a story, Aditi and Jesper had both listened intently, because her stories had been so enchanting. Some of them had been taken from her own experiences, others had been completely made up, but all of them had been amazing. They’d spent so much time in that house that they probably knew it inside and out. Well, Addie at least, because Mrs. McAllister had stepped in as babysitter every now and then, when Jesper had had to work. Usually he worked at Matthias’s veterinary practice, but he also worked some evenings at The Current, Nikolai Lantsov’s bar that he’d grown to love. It was some extra money that he could put aside for a vacation with Addie, or to give her something that she really wanted. Of course, his Dad always told him that he could chip in, and so did Kaz and Inej as her godparents, but it was different, when he was able to afford it all by himself.

“You’re welcome!” he heard Addie call after the two men once they’d gone down the way she’d told them to. The big grin on her face made Jesper smile in turn. Oh, she was so proud of herself for helping out.

“Hello there.”

The voice came out of nowhere, startling Jesper a bit, but then he saw the young man take a step towards Addie. He’d just gotten out of his car, which was parked behind the moving van. Either he’d been standing there fo a while or he’d just pulled up while Jesper had been lost in thought, which was definitely a likely scenario.

“And who might you be?”

“Addie! I’m your neighbour.” She introduced herself, reaching out her hand for their new neighbour to take.

“Nice to meet you Addie, I’m Wylan.” He crouched down to be eye level with her and took her hand, shaking it.

Jesper couldn’t take his eyes off him. The way the afternoon sun was hitting his hair made it look almost golden, but when he tilted his head, Jesper could see that it was actually red. He was pushing his glasses up his nose and laughed at something Addie said to him, which Jesper hadn’t heard over the quick and loud thudding of his own heart. There was just something about his new neighbour that made him react this way. A reaction he hadn’t had in a long, long time to anyone. Did they know each other? He looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Dad!”

That brought him back to the here and now, and shaking his head, he focussed back on his daughter, who was beckoning him to come over to them. Jesper took a deep breath and stepped off the porch to walk onto the front lawn of his neighbour’s property where he was standing with Aditi.

“Dad, this is Wylan. Wylan, that’s my Dad.”

When their eyes met, Jesper thought he saw something like recognition flash in Wylan’s eyes, but it was gone so quickly, that it might just have been a trick of the light.

“Jesper. It’s nice to meet you,” he managed to say, no matter what his heart was doing in that moment, because he just ignored it. That was something he’d gotten very good at most of the time.

“Likewise,” Wylan said after a moment of silence, as if he was putting some pieces together in his head.

“We shouldn’t bother you on your moving day, but at least we wanted to welcome you.” Granted, Jesper hadn’t wanted to do this today at all, give him some time to settle in, but here they were now.

“Thank you, that’s very kind. Once I’ve settled in a little bit, I want to introduce myself properly anyway. And definitely not looking like this.” Wylan huffed a laugh, but Jesper couldn’t complain about the way he looked. Grey sweatpants and a dark green shirt that had some splotches of paint here and there looked really good on him, but Jesper understood where he was coming from. He wanted to give a good first impression, which Jesper had wanted to do as well when they’d moved here.

“You look great, don’t worry,” Jesper said before he could stop himself. Wylan’s mouth opened, then closed again without a sound coming out. There was a faint pink hue on his cheeks, or maybe it was the light again? Jesper couldn’t be sure, but it was a good look. Wylan raised his hand to push his glasses up once more.

“Anyway, we should let you get back to unpacking.” Jesper put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder.

“But you’re always welcome to come over!” Addie added enthusiastically. taking her father’s hand. She’d learned that from Mrs. McAllister, who’d always brought the neighbourhood together, who’d been the person to initiate their neighbourhood festival in summer, and who’d started the BBQs, even if she hadn’t stood at the grill herself anymore. She was truly missed here.

“Thank you Addie, I really appreciate that.” Wylan smiled at her before looking up at Jesper again, his smile faltering a little, but then he nodded. “Thank you as well.”

“If you need anything, you know where to find us.”

Whether Wylan would really come over or not remained to be seen, but Jesper meant it. He remembered what it was like to be the new one here, but he’d quickly been accepted in the neighbourhood, which maybe also had something to do with Kaz and Inej already living around the corner.

“He’s very handsome.”

Speaking of which, it was probably no surprise that he found Inej sitting on his sofa when he returned. Yes, it had been foolish to leave the door open as Kaz would tell him, but he hadn’t been far away from the door. In addition, Inej would have gotten inside whether the door had been locked or not.

“If I die of a heart attack one day, I hope you know that you’ll be taking care of Addie,” he said, trying to calm his racing heart. By now, he should expect something like this to happen, but he’d been too distracted by their new neighbour to really think of Inej paying him a visit. Even Addie hadn’t seen her, because she’d gone straight up to her room to look for Wizard, their cat.

“I think there are worse fates.” With a chuckle, Inej got up from the sofa and walked over to the window to look outside again, cast a glance through the curtains at Wylan, who was carrying some canvases inside. “Still, I’d prefer it if you stayed alive.”

“You’re not the only one.” Considering that they’d had a brush with death not just once when they’d been younger, it was a miracle that they were all still alive, but Jesper didn’t question it. They were all carrying their scars.

“So, your new neighbour,” Inej started the conversation up again, turning towards Jesper. He knew that look she was giving him. It meant that she finally had some information, and Jesper wanted to know everything she could tell him. After all, it was important to know whether there was some criminal moving in next door - not that he was one to judge considering his past and the stuff Kaz still did every now and then - or someone who needed help, was on the run from someone. Not that Wylan seemed the type the way he’d immediately talked to Addie, how friendly he’d been.

“Sounds like you’ve got some information for me?” In a way, Jesper dreaded hearing from her what she’d found out, because Wylan had seemed like a very nice person - and handsome, Inej was totally right about this. Still, his curiosity outweighed everything else, and it was his obligation as a father, wasn’t it?

“I do. Took us a while to figure out who had bought the house, and then we had to do some digging. The buyer’s name had been under wraps until yesterday.” Following Jesper into the kitchen to grab some coffee, Inej kept filling him in. “Remember Jan Van Eck?”

“Of course.” Jesper’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of the name. He hadn’t been properly involved because they’d handled Van Eck when Addie had just been a year old, which meant that Jesper had been living with his father at that time. Losing Ruby and being the sole parent for Addie had been difficult, but Colm had helped him a lot, and with Kaz’s and Inej’s help, he’d found a good home. By now he knew that Kaz had bought the house, and was keeping the rent low so that Jesper was able to afford it. They’d never really talked about it, but he was more than grateful to Kaz.

He remembered Inej telling him about the Van Eck situation back then. They’d come out to the Fahey Farmhouse together so that they could get Jesper’s piece of mind. It was a safe space for all of them, because they’d lived here together for a time. After their first run-in with the law, the time they’d gotten caught, Colm had offered Kaz and Inej a place to stay. A room for each of them, a warm bed, food in exchange for some help around the farm until they’d figured out what to do. Colm had been a father for all of them in a way, so they’d often gathered there - even today - to talk and spend the evening together, which always ended in a sleepover like in the old times. Addie loved it the most, because she got all of her favourite people gathered in one place.

Kaz had crossed paths with Van Eck even before that, and he’d looked for some dirt on him - but he’d found more than he’d expected. The plan had been to find something to blackmail him with, maybe another woman, or embezzling money, but once he’d gone down the rabbit hole, he’d uncovered more and more. The tragic loss of his wife a few years before that had been suspicious - even to Joost Van Poel - but there had never been anything that had tied Van Eck himself to her death. Inej had dug a little deeper upon what Kaz had uncovered, and they’d found evidence that Jan Van Eck had paid someone to murder his wife. Something like this always left a paper trail, you only had to know where to look for it. His wife Marya had threatened to leave him, had wanted to go to the police and tell them everything about his schemes and especially his violent nature towards her and their son. He’d promised her to change, had promised that he’d make it up to her, that she just had to give him a chance. Whether she’d believed him or not, they’d never know, but soon after she’d been dead.

Once Kaz had brought all of the evidence to Van Poel, it had all happened rather quickly. Van Eck had been living with his new wife and their child, his first son already living somewhere else, but it had been all over the news.

“Your neighbour Wylan Hendriks is actually Wylan Van Eck.” Inej raised her coffee cup and took a sip from the steaming hot brew. Now, that was definitely not what Jesper had expected.

“I guess that’s why he looked familiar.” Still, he felt like there was something more to it, like he’d met him in person before.

“He’d moved out before we got to Jan Van Eck, tried to cut all ties, but he was still around to be there for his stepmother and his little sister.” Pulling up a barstool to the kitchen island, Inej settled down. With her hands wrapped around her coffee cup that Addie had decorated for her, she looked up at Jesper. “Van Eck died a very tragic death in prison a couple of months ago.” Jesper could see just how sorry Inej was that this had happened. “The people he’d fooled eventually got to him. Can’t say that he’ll be missed after everything he’s done to them, his wife and Wylan as well.”

“Wait, didn’t he hit his son as well?” It was a bit difficult to connect all this in his head after he’d just met Wylan, but he wanted and needed to know, needed to remember it correctly.

“He did. Punished him for all kinds of things and the scars on his back prove that.”

“Son of a—”

“Language!” Inej had to hold back a chuckle, but with a little kid around, they’d all learned to watch out a little bit. Jesper had failed a couple of times, and he would also fail in the future, but he was trying his best.

“Sorry, but a child should be safe with their parents and not…” He trailed off, waving his hand in the air, not wanting to repeat what they’d just talked about.

“He’s a painter, you know? A really good one, just in a bit of an art block for a year now.” Leaning forward, Inej cocked her head to the side. “That’s probably why he moved here. A bit more privacy, a quieter neighbourhood.”

While Jesper had no idea where he’d lived before, he could understand these motives to move here. He asked: “And you think, he’ll have his privacy here?”

“Well…” Now, Inej really had to laugh, before she emptied her coffee. “We’re just looking out for our friends and our neighbourhood, and we won’t be harassing him about his father and everything he’s done.”

“No, because you already know all that.” Jesper leaned his behind against the counter, crossing his arms. He was smiling, because they were always doing this, checking out the new neighbours to make sure nobody was coming to live here who was looking for trouble.

“And you do, too. He’s a good guy, that’s all I can say.” Inej shrugged her shoulders, before she got up from the barstool.

“I take it you’re not staying for dinner?” Jesper asked, knowing that Addie would love to have Inej stay.

“I’d love to, but I told Kaz I’d be back at six, and you know how much he hates when someone is late.”

“Oh yeah, that’s never going to change.” With a laugh, Jesper pulled Inej into a hug, before he walked her to the door to wave her off.

Now, that had been a rather eventful late afternoon, but now, he had to make some dinner for the two of them. Even though he knew about his neighbours past, where he was coming from, he was looking forward to getting to know the person he was now.

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ashessonfire · 2 years ago

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hello lovely!! would it be possible to write smth w wylan?? like, sweet little headcanons abt him in a relationship!! thank youu <3 love ur fics

Dating Wylan Van Eck - Headcanons <3

- Pairing - Wylan Van Eck x Reader (gender neutral)

A/N - Hi Hi!! One exam is down, only four more to go! Very soon my other works will be completed, but i missed writing so much, so here are some of my sweet headcanons for Wylan. I hope i have done him justice in this, as I am normally a Kaz type of girl. I hope i have done you proud anon <3333

Reminder - my requests are always open, please keep sending them! <3

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The most attentive partner you could ever find, he will pay you 100% of his attention no matter the topic

He never wishes for you to experience the loneliness and isolation he felt with your father, EVER

As a result of this, expect the sweetest and most heartfelt gifts to be hurriedly placed into your hands before he runs off to distract himself from the blush blooming across his face

Every single present you receive from him will be extremely intricate and personal, remembering childhood stories you've recalled, or things you wished for years ago

"I know you said it about six months ago, but..."

He does not forget nor ignore a single detail about you

Despite his sheepish nature, the longer you're with him, the more adorable outbursts occur

By this I mean sudden bursts of bubbling confidence as he explains something he's passionate about, or witty jokes he's thought of

"Well, actually, did you know that technically, humans can create their own venom? So, it starts with....."

Although he may be embarrassed and retreat into himself afterwards, any sign of encouragement from you would melt his heart, prompting him to keep opening himself up to you

Another thing that would simply make his heart implode, is if you took interest in his passions - allowing him to teach you simple chords on the piano, or help him produce a few basic chemical reactions down in the lab

Just showing care for the things he adores would result in him losing his mind, since very few people in his past had taken any true interest in him, at all

He would be the most gentle and patient teacher ever, placing soft kisses on your knuckles when you succeeded in getting a melody correct on the piano, or a peck on the cheek when you have accomplished anything

In terms of love languages, I am certain that Wylan actually uses all of them... <3

Although he can be nervous to express his feelings through words, he is a poetic and creative soul, so given time to grow comfortable with you, whispers of "I love you," or "I'm so lucky to have found you," would slowly slip into conversations

Quality time is a given for Wylan, since he's never had someone who wants his company for long, again wishing to shelter you from the pain he has experienced himself - expect many quiet evenings by the fireplace where he crafts melodies on the flute, and you bake or read in comfort

Once time has gifted the boy more confidence, expect his touch to increase swiftly, never wanting to let you go - soft brushes of your shoulders as you walk side-by-side, fingers gently interlocked, brushes of stray locks as the breeze shifts them...

He would do anything for you, no matter what you ask of him, so always expect your home to be spotless, your chores already completed when you turn to do them - with Wylan its very unlikely you will need to do much at all, he is so attentive

As mentioned earlier, gift giving is definitely one of his favorite ways to express his love, clearly portraying his heart to you when his words may fail him

In terms of what he wants and needs in a relationship? I think his standards would be on the floor, merely needing your presence in a room to comfort him

However once he realizes that you reciprocate his acts of love? Well I think he'd be completely at your mercy by that point

Although it may take some time to stop his fretting and insecurities, once he accepts that he doesn't just have to give, but he can receive love back, he is the happiest he has ever been in his life

With your love and affection, he would absolutely thrive, becoming a more confident and strong version of himself - slowly stripping him of his nervous behaviour and allowing his true self to shine more often

To me, a relationship with Wylan would be a gentle, affectionate, and peaceful experience - both partners being showered in love constantly

Being with him is like having a personal ray of sunshine, who would express his love for you in any way he can <3

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p.s ~ any reposts help me infinitely!! ^^

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 1 year ago

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“Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb, not just make them.”

For Wylan x Reader?

Bestie and I are at war rn so heres another one

Fever Pitch - Wylan Van Eck

Content Warnings: Explicit Language. Canon Complaint Threat And Violence. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Wylan is wide-eyed, and it reminds you of the way Kaz had once said he looked like a silk-eared puppy in a room full of fighting dogs, you'd never really seen that until now.

"We don't have long, and if this goes wrong," Wylan presses his hands together, "things go really wrong."

There have been moments in your life when you've not been sure if you want to kiss Wylan or shake him by the shoulders and ask him what the fuck he thinks he is saying. In this moment, you feel yourself leaning towards the latter. "You know what you're doing?" You ask.

He tilts his head to the side and slightly raises his shoulders, as if to shrug at you, but he changes his mind part way through the gesture. "Wylan," you say, voice pleading. “Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb, not just make them.”

"Theoretically," he starts, his speech picking up speed as his nerves get the better of him. "But I have never had a cause to test the theory. I know how this was put together and I know how to take it apart, but I have only ever done that when they're not active, and this is very much active and the chemicals are extremely volatile and although it's very much as science, sometimes this specific type of science can be unpredictable and if it's one of those times, or worse if someone has not constructed this right, I am basing my knowledge of someone being competent enough to put this together in the first place. Kaz seems to think I am the only acceptable option in the barrel, which does not fill me with confidence regarding the construction of this device, and then again we have no idea if it was even constructed by someone in The Barrel, or even in Ketterdam. This could have been imported, I mean it doesn't look like it was, but I am not an expert on foreign exports of demolitions, I am barely even a demolitions expert at all."

"Would you rather Kaz referred to you as a demolitions hobbyist?" you ask. The question is rhetorical but that in the stress of this situation seems to go straight over Wylan's head.

"Yes," Wylan says, "but really for my comfort I would rather Kaz didn't refer to me, at all, but that seems to be off the table, but what is on the table is a very active, very dangerous bomb and I do not feel equipped enough to handle this situation."

"How likely is it you're under selling yourself and your skills?" you ask. Wylan tilts his head again, this time from side to side as if rattling the question around in his brain.

"Possible but I am not really feeling up to rationalising right now," he admits. You nod, looking at the boy, those puppy eyes looking back at you. Your heart is racing faster than it has in days and you're not sure if it's proximity to Wylan or to the bomb that is making you so nervous.

"Right, what do we do, theoretically?" you ask, looking at what to you looks like a bunch of materials.

"We need to neutralise the heat source, if this is what I think it is," he says.

"How would we do that?" you ask. Wylan looks around.

"Anything cold, if we mess with the heat source it won't be able to ignite even if the chemicals interact, in theory."

"Okay, and what if you're wrong?" You ask, reaching for the metal bottle of water in your bag.

"Then we prematurely activate the explosion and all die," Wylan says. You nod.

"Okay, those seem like polar outcomes," you admit. Wylan looks at you and the scales swing back in the other direction. You want to kiss him, you definitely want to kiss him. And hells, if this goes wrong you're not sure you'll have another chance.

"Exactly," Wylan says.

"Hey Wylan," you say, eyeing the bomb. "We might die."

"We might," he admits.

"Is now the worst time to tell you I have been thinking about kissing you since Shu Han?" You ask, eyes on the bomb. He looks back at you, and he looks like he is smug, as smug as Wylan has ever gotten.

"Is now the worst time to tell you I have been thinking about kissing you since Fifth Harbour," he replies.

"You kept that one quiet," you say, stepping closer. "I am not normally good at quiet."

"I've had a lot of practice," he admits.

"I am going to kiss you now, if that's okay," you tell him. He laughs, leaning in to kiss you first. You tuck one hand against his neck, pulling him closer while you use the other to dump the cold water onto the bomb and hope.

Time slows to a still and Wylan kisses you, it lets you forget about the bomb, about the mission, about everything. You just want to stay right here.

"There is really not time for this," Kaz says from the doorway, "what part of defuse the bomb and get out went over your heads? Fuck it, I don't want to know."

Kaz's words separate the two of you in record time and Wylan gets a chance to look at your decision making. "It worked," Wylan says, staring at the now very useless bomb.

"I never doubted you," you say, eager to get away from the contraption no matter how defused it seems to be.

"You could have gotten us killed," Wylan says, "you kissed me as a distraction from nearly getting us killed."

"False, I kissed you because I thought it might get us killed, but I didn't want to get us killed and I trusted you and your knowledge."

Wylan looks like he wants to say much more, but he knows he doesn't have the time. "We are talking about this later," he says.

You crack a smile. "So there is a later?"

"Come on!" Kaz calls back.

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #wylan van eck x reader #wylan van sunshine #wylan x reader #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks

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jahayla-parker · 2 years ago

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Omg the previous tags, thank you sm 🖤

Anon req

I am going to watch shadow and bone when I get home and I feel in love with Wylan in the trailer and I'm a sucker for overprotective shit or protective vibes.

Demo : Wylan Van Eck x Reader

Description: 7.1k wc, 3 times Wylan overprotects Reader and one time Reader overprotects him. Fluff, overprotective. Gender neutral/ they pronouns as is my rule for all Wylan fics.

Warnings: SAB/SOC type warnings

Note: y/w/t = your weapon type (aka your choice of weapon). Thank you @ell0ra-br3kk3r for helping me double-check that Wylan is canon in this and not too confident but also not too soft!

“Hey Wy” y/n greeted. They yawned quietly and neared Wylan’s work station. He’d been in his lab for the last few hours and y/n was missing him. So they figured they’d come down and join him.

Wylan looked up from the test tube in his hand and smiled widely at y/n. He noticed the way they seemed tired, their eyes somewhat heavy. He tilted his head to the side as he scanned their body for any other signs of fatigue or distress.

“How are things going?” Y/n questioned, kissing his cheek before walking to one of his other tables to look around.

Wylan blushed, hanging his head and smiled to himself, “mmm, they’re good. I actually finished the new concoction that Kaz was say-“.

Wylan cut himself off as his eyes widened. In the few seconds he looked away from them, y/n had seemingly found his fusion bomb powder. It was designed to only require a small degree of heat to activate its melting properties. Yet it could burn at a very high temperature once it was activated.

“Don't mess with that!” Wylan shouted, rushing over to them and taking the sample from y/n’s hand. He sighed when y/n frowned and looked away, a shimmer of guilt in their eyes. “Hey,” he whispered timidly as he set the sample further back on the table. “It’s only because I worry you'll hurt yourself!” Wylan explained, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe both of their hands with.

“From the outside of the container?” Y/n pondered, their eyes trailing over to the see-through jar that was once in their hand.

Wylan could sense the apprehension and fear in y/n’s eyes as they stared at the sample. “Love” Wylan hummed softly, dabbing their hands free of any potential residue. “You’re safe, I wouldn’t let you down be here if there were any risk to you by your mere presence” he promised with flushed cheeks, squeezing their hand as he dried it.

“Let me?” Y/n teased, raising an eyebrow at their boyfriend.

This made him chuckle nervously, bouncing his leg anxiously as he cleaned his own hands. “In this type of instance yes, let”.

“This type of instance?” Y/n questioned.

“When it comes to your safety” Wylan explained, smiling bashfully, his head hung slightly as he tried to hide his flushed cheeks.

“I love you Wylan, but I have a feeling you’re overreacting” y/n giggled.

Wylan scoffed loudly, squinting his eyes at y/n despite his still red cheeks, “I assure you I am not. These aren’t toys”.

Y/n nodded, “I know, my beautiful demo man”.

This prompted Wylan to blush and look down at his now nervously shuffling feet.

“But, I think if it’s in a jar, on the table, it must be relatively stable Hmm?” Y/n argued.

“You’re correct, but I don’t want to risk any residue getting on you, especially from ones as dangerous as that one you grabbed” he defended, holding his head high despite his shy gaze.

Y/n looked at the table of various chemical mixtures their boyfriend had been working on. “It’s one of the more dangerous ones?” They asked, peering back at him.

“Yes, my dear. You, of course, managed to grab the only one from that table I feared you touching” Wylan smirked with a teasing shimmer in his eyes and his deep blush spreading.

“I can touch the others?” Y/n questioned, eyes hopeful.

“I don’t see why you would want to but, theoretically, yes. They are inactive until combined” Wylan admitted hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck.

Yn hummed, “and the one I grabbed..?”

“It’s already mixed and ready for usage. It reacts to body heat. It’s not ready yet as I need it to be more reactive. But, as it is one’s hands are far too warm to hold it” Wylan explained.

He grinned timidly, his eyes shifting throughout the room as he grabbed y/n’s hands. “No one should hold it without gloves on house. Especially not you and your impossibly warm hands” Wylan smiled lopsidedly.

Y/n bit their lip, “I have warm hands?”

“Very and I love it, but it means you are absolutely not to be touching that” Wylan stated, shifting to block them from the container even further as a signal of how sincere he was. Despite trying to come off confident and self-assured, he timidly fiddled with his fingers as his hands hung by his waist. But he meant what he said nonetheless.

Y/n limped through the door, the excruciating pain in their abdomen slowing them down. They’d been returning from running an errand for Kaz prior to a heist and was caught unarmed. It was supposed to be a simple task, and to be fair it was.

It wasn’t the task itself that presented a problem. Instead, when y/n had completed the errand for Kaz, they ran into some of the dime lions crew. Y/n knew how to fight, but was majorly outnumbered. Not to mention they didn’t have any weapons on them, being unable to hide one of theirs.

That combined with the fact one couldn’t be seen with one on them during the meeting with the merchants’ council meant they hadn’t brought one with them.

“I am in pain." Y/n greeted, somewhat playfully in hopes of lighting up the tense situation they knew was about to happen.

“Do vou mean emotional pain or - Oh Saints!” Wylan panicked, his eyes huge as he ran over.

Whatever he’d been working on was now abandoned. His arms immediately braced their shoulders as Wylan looked over the patch of blood. There was a large spread of blood seeping from y/n’s left abdomen.

“That is a lot of blood!" Wylan pointed out, his breath hitched.

Y/n nodded slightly, bracing themselves against the metal railing on the short set of stairs between the doorway and his office.

“Oh Saints, what happened to you?!" Wylan questioned his partner, dragging y/n towards one of his laboratory tables. His eyes quickly scanned the contents of the table to ensure there weren’t any unsafe substances on it. Once he deemed it safe, Wylan abruptly swiped his arm over the table. All the glass test tubes, measuring tools, etc. were brushed away; many shattering on the floor.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “Wy, it looks worse than it is”. They weren’t sure if that was entirely true. They hadn’t looked at the wound fully yet, and it didn’t feel great. But Wylan didn’t need to hear that.

“You're covered in blood! Is it yours?" He questioned anxiously, moving y/n over slowly and helping them onto the now-empty table space.

Y/n smiled faintly and bit their lip. Wylan sighed and restlessly ran his hand through his curls. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d tried to warn them against leaving the slat or crows club without some weapon on them. He’d also requested Kaz not send them on errands in which they’d be unable to carry a weapon.

Despite his frustration, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on y/n’s cheek. “Sit still, I'm gonna fix you right up, okay?" Wylan requested, his eyes glancing down at their wound before back to y/n’s face. Once Wylan earned a nod, he ungracefully sprinted to another section of his lab.

Wylan rushed back, arms full of first aid supplies. He set them next to y/n and impatiently scrambled through them until he grabbed the cleaning solution. “This will sting, love” he warned softly, squeezing y/n’s hand. Y/n nodded and held onto his hand tightly as Wylan poured some of the alcohol based solution over their wound.

Y/n audibly hissed, their grip on Wylan’s hand tightening as the liquid stung y/n’s skin.

“Do you want to share what happened?” Wylan asked, his voice calm despite his erratic breathing and frantic eyes.

“I was stabbed” y/n groaned, biting their lip as Wylan dabbed carefully at the edges of the wound.

He had to clear the blood from the edges so he could see where to stitch. The cleaning solution had helped remove some of the excess blood, but there was still a decent amount blocking his view. “Just a few more wipes” He promised, squeezing y/n’s hand again as he tenderly pressed the wet cloth to the last patch of smeared blood.

Once he could see enough to stretch and vantage the wound, he started up at y/n with a frustrated look. “Let me try again. Do you want to share how you got stabbed?” Wylan questioned, picking up a needle from his kit.

He paused and let his eyes flicker back to yn’s. “And don’t say with a blade” he warned, a timid smirk on his lips over knowing what y/n’s sarcastic tension breaking response would be.

Y/n sighed with dramatized defeat, “I was out numbered.”

Y/n saw Wylan’s lips had tugged downwards as he listened, his eyes still focused on moving the needle through y/n’s separated skin. Y/n knew what he was wondering. Why was y/n alone? Did y/n have their weapon with them? If so, why wasn’t it enough? And what could have been done differently?

It was always the same sweet set of questions he’d have whenever Y/n was even slightly scratched during an errand for Kaz. Wylan was, to say the least, overprotective when it came to y/n. But he meant well.

“I didn’t have my y/w/t. It wouldn’t be concealed and I had to meet with the merchants council, they don’t exactly allow y/w/t into those meetings “ y/n confessed with a shrug.

Wylan’s eyes snapped to y/n’s face upon their completion of the horrible action. He knew before it even crossed y/n’s face that the movement had to have caused a tremendous amount of pain. He frowned and squeezed their hand in a nervous attempt at comforting them as they breathed through the pain.

One Y/n nodded for Wylan to continue his stitching, they resumed their story . “It was supposed to be a simple meeting. Nothing even actually illegal this time” y/n laughed at the sentiment. When y/n saw Wylan fight to resist a smirk, they smiled. “It should’ve been fine. There was no reason for it not to be. But, some Dime Lions thought it would be a good day to start a fight” y/n summarized.

Wylan grimaced and shook his head, fingers rigidly still as he worked on the last stitch. “Bastards” he mumbled, followed by a loud sigh.

“Wylan!” Yn lovingly scolded with a chuckle.

Wylan’s eyes shifted aimlessly around the room as his rosy cheeks darkened and he bit his lip before giving y/n a bashful look. When he saw y/n wasn’t truly appalled or upset with him for swearing, he visibly calmed.

Taking a deep breath, he shrugged, “they are”.

Wylan tied off the final knot and set his needle down. Letting out a sigh, he clumsily reached over for some bandages to place over the now-stitched wound. “Did they-” He began wondering.

“Learn their lesson?” Y/n interrupted, “yes, yes they did”.

Wylan smirked and looked up at his partner, “oh?”

Y/n grinned and nodded, “I might not have had my y/w/t, but I still had my hands and feet. I gotta confess, they’re gonna need patched up too”.

Wylan huffed “well I’m not doing it, they’re lucky they are able to be patched up still.”

Y/n nodded, “if it were only one man, it would’ve been fine. But, while I was fighting the one guy, another came to his defense, and, well”. They paused as they signaled to their bandaged wound.

Wylan flared his nostrils as he sighed, “I still wish Kaz wouldn’t have sent you alone.”

“I can handle myself Wylan, current case not included” they argued, their tone showing their embarrassment.

Wylan frowned, hating how his remark made them think he doubted them. “I’m not saying you can’t” he promised, his eyes wide and pleading with them to understand. Wylan stroked their cheek tenderly.. “Y/n/n, I know you’re strong and I love that about you. But, you’re also far more caring than most in the Barrel and people know that” he explained.

It was silent for a moment while Wylan walked away from them and over to one of his stations. When he returned, he had a small capped-off tube in his hand. It wasn’t clear what the tube contained, but Wylan examined it again before handing it to y/n.

“Use this next time you’re out numbered or out gunned. I don't want to have to bandage you up again" he requested as he passed them the tube, his hands shaking slightly as he blushed. He had wanted to give y/n the tube before, so he wasn’t certain why he was so nervous about doing so now. Other than that he was requesting them to rely on something he’d created to keep them safe.

Y/n accepted it and lightly rolled it between their fingers in examination. The ingredient in the tube seemed to be a powdery substance. Yet, there was no residue on the outside of the container. It was evident by the dried water stains that Wylan had thoroughly cleaned the outside of it.

If he were honest with himself, Wylan was proud of the creation y/n now held in their hands. It was specifically designed to be easy to use against one’s enemies. But, he didn’t want to risk it falling into the wrong hands or otherwise somehow being used against y/n or his friends.

The substance was designed to bond with one’s sweat. In theory -and later as it turned out, in application as well-, the chemical would be released into the air and be drawn to the typical metabolites and minerals found in human sweat.

Once the substance was bonded with the chemical properties of said sweat, it would result in an acidic burning sensation anywhere sweat was present on the body. It was already impressive for their time, but Wylan needed to know it wouldn’t be able to be sued against them, and namely that y/n and the other crows would be safe from it.

In order to do so, Wylan had spent months developing the base of the powdery substance. He needed to ensure that the powder would only bond to the sweat of others and not those he cared deeply for. It wasn’t impossible given that the pheromones and minute chemical physiological properties in sweat vary from person to person. So while the overlying components were the same, there were some differences that would allow Wylan to tailor the material to be more precise in its target.

While Ketterdam wasn’t exactly warm and frequently the producer of perspiration in its inhabitants, an active fight would produce enough sweat to ignite the material. One didn’t need to sweat profusely for the material to bond. A simple bead of perspiration was enough. Yet, if one waited to dispense it until their target was putting up a decent fight and therefore sweating more, the effect would be better and more widespread.

It took some time to gather materials and data to build chemical profiles for each crows’ perspiration. Wylan was just very pleased that no one seemed to notice that he’d offered to do the laundry for everyone slightly more often than normal. Or at least didn’t notice enough to call him out. To be fair, Wylan suspected Kaz noticed and just opted to let him do it.

Wylan had first tested the results on himself and much to his pleasure, found it to work as intended. From there he told Kaz of his creation and Kaz allowed Wylan to try a small amount on his skin. When both were successful in not producing a burn, Wylan was given permission to use the substance during heists if needed. He knew it was still risky as he hadn’t tried it on each crow yet. Nor did he really want to. But he also didn’t want to be mistaken in thinking they were immune. Therefore, when he used it the first time on a heist, he’d brought another substance with him; one that would counteract the burning should something go wrong.

It didn’t. When he utilized it in the next several heists following its creation, only the intended target was affected. It took multiple rounds of dispensing it successfully when the others were around before Wylan was comfortable saying it was safe for his friends.

He was proud of the work that went into it. But mostly he was proud of how he’d made it safe for those he cared about to use in self defense. Namely, he was excited for y/n to have it on them at all times. It didn’t require a ton of material to work, meaning Y/n could keep it on their person easily and still conceal it.

Y/n smiled as they examined the tube. “How does it work?” They asked, looking up at Wylan.

They didn’t mind using it as he requested, but they needed to know the best way to do so.

Wylan smiled back, his cheeks pink from the way y/n smiled at him. He knew y/n understood a lot about his work by now. They always had an interest in and a pre-university level knowledge in chemistry. Between that and the time they spent keeping Wylan company in his office/lab, Wylan knew he didn’t need to simplify his work for them to understand.

As such, he took his time explaining what the substance did and how to use it. He also made sure to detail how he knew it was safe for them to use and when to disperse it to get the greatest effect.

When he finished, Wylan took a deep breath and added, “You can conceal it easily at all times, and you have my word it’s safe for you to-“

“Wylan” y/n hummed, hopping down from the table despite his protests. “I trust you. Even if I hadn’t understood everything you just said, I’d trust you. I did by the way, understand what you said” they giggled and grabbed his hand. “But my point is, I know you and if there were even the slightest chance it could harm me, saints if it even might be able to make me sneeze, or something small, you wouldn’t let me have it”.

Wylans cheeks flushed profusely and he cautiously wrapped his arms around y/n, “Promise to always carry it?”

Y/n grinned and placed a tender kiss on his chapped lips, “I promise, my handsome demo man”.

Wylan bit his lip as his cheeks somehow reddened even further. He soon was burying his face in y/n’s shoulder bashfully to hide the glow.

“Truly Wy, I’m very impressed. Not surprised, because it’s you. But proud nonetheless, this is impressive” y/n complimented.

Wylan was very pleased his face was smushed in the crook of y/n’s neck as he thought his cheeks might truly match the vial of bromine on his table.

Wylan heard footsteps enter but his eyes remained focused on the concoction before him. “Stay over there,” he ordered. He winced at his order and guiltily added a soft, “please”.

“You don’t have your goggles on” y/n remarked, staring scrutinizingly at their boyfriend. He had them hanging around his neck, but not protecting his eyes. If he needed y/n to stay back as he worked on the project before him, the least he could do is put on his goggles.

Wylan paused and let his eyes flicker up to his partner, a smile gracing his lips. “Right, of course” he chuckled, looking around for his extra gloves. He didn’t want to touch his goggles with his current set of gloves as they might’ve had some residue on them.

Y/n seemed to notice and began to walk to him.

Despite Wylan’s eyes snapping back towards them and him sending a knowing look their way, y/n continued on. When they reached Wylan’s workstation, they smiled innocently and lifted the goggles until they covered his eyes protectively. “Much better” y/n hummed, blowing a kiss.

Wylan chuckled bashfully, his face red all the up to his ears as his shoulders raised as if to cover said red ears, “Thank you, love”.

As he timidly shoo’d y/n back to the other side of the room, he resumed mixing in the next item. Once the concoction showed to be stable, he removed his gloves and then lowered his goggles. “What brings you here this early?” Wylan teased lightly seeing as how it was unusual for y/n to be up before 8 bells on a day off.

“I had an important question” y/n stated, grabbing a paper bag from beside their feet on the floor.

Wylan squinted his eyes and he signaled for them to come closer. “What seems to be the problem?” He asked softly, extending his hand towards the paper sack.

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?” Y/n asked, glaring harshly at the stain on their favorite pair of jeans.

Wylan’s eyes shot open wide, his right hand gripping the table and his left snatching the bag from y/n. “W-what?! Why? How? Who? Where? When?" Wylan freaked, pulling a pair of jeans out of the bag. It took him all but two seconds to recognize then as y/n’s favorite pair.

“Dime Lions are still mad at Kaz for stealing their job, or whatever” y/n groaned playfully. They yawned carelessly as they added “seems I’m an easier target than Brekker himself”. Y/n tried to brush it off, but it was clear Wylan wasn’t having it.

“Don't you understand that this isn't okay!?” Wylan remarked loudly, not shying away from his own voice this time.

“Wy, I’m okay, I just don’t want these jeans to be ruined” y/n shrugged, pointing to the stained area.

Wylan took in the sincerity of their facial expressions and laughed softly, “you’re worried about jeans when you were shot in the leg?”

Y/n nodded affirmatively, “ Yes, so?”

Wylan sighed and began to pace, his eyes flickering between Y/n and the bloody jeans in his hand. “You said you would stay safe! Getting shot isn't staying safe!" He declared as he noticed the size and shape of the entry and exit holes on the jeans.

“Sorry, next time I’ll ask them not to shoot me” y/n responded sarcastically.

“Y/n” Wylan sighed, “you know what I mean”.

Y/n stayed silent and watched Wylan closely. They knew Wylan was overprotective of them, but there was only so much they could do to prevent these things. Especially when the Dime Lions were targeting y/n due to a false belief they had.

“What’s going on? Is Kaz sending you on-” Wylan began questioning. He stopped when y/n sighed loudly and looked away from his face.

“Y/n…” he whispered, gently asking for them to explain.

Y/n took a deep breath and let their eyes wander back to Wylan’s face. “Well…” they began quietly. Y/n wasn’t sure how to tell him what had been happening without Wylan being pissed at Kaz. And that was not a fight y/n wanted to see.

Wylan squeezed y/n’s hand softly upon seeing their hesitation and nodded quietly.

“When Kaz sent me to the merchant council meeting the other day for the form he needed, we didn’t know that the Dime Lions were also offered the same job” y/n started slowly.

Wylan hummed, “so that’s why they attacked that night. They knew they were in competition with the Crows, or Kaz”.

Y/n nodded in conformation before reluctantly continuing the explanation. “Kaz evidently found out that night after investigating their attack. He didn’t tell me until yesterday though. But, I guess the merchants’ council was only authorized to approve one person to complete the transaction. When I obtained the approval form, that became me. In order for it to change hands, I either have to sign it over to someone, such as a gang member from the Dime Lions, which obviously isn’t going to happen” they elaborated with a roll of their eyes.

“Or?” Wylan questioned.

Y/n gave him a knowing glance and winced slightly as realization hit his face and shifted into fear and anger.

“Or the authorized person has to die for it to change hands?” He asked, hoping he was mistaken. However, unfortunately for him, y/n nodded and let out a soft mumbled “yes”.

Wylan let go of their hand and began pacing again; the angry energy burning inside him needing an escape.

“You weren’t aware of any of this?” Wylan wondered. He wasn’t judging or doubting them, but he wanted to make sure he knew where his anger should be directed. Especially if he was to storm into Dirtyhands’ office demanding a fix. Wylan took a deep breath as he watched y/n shake their head.

“Kaz knew you were being targeted and why?” He asked, his fists tight at his side as he worked to control his emotions.

Y/n bit their lip and whispered a quiet yes.

“I’m going to…” Wylan groaned, “he’s gonna answer for that”.

Y/n sighed as Wylan began angrily stalking towards the door. It was clear their boyfriend was going to at least verbally attack Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, Bastard of the Barrel. Normally they knew Wylan could hold his own, but Dirtyhands earned his nickname and y/n didn’t want to even guess what the outcome of their fight would look like. Y/n knew Kaz could maintain his anger over Wylan charging into his office to yell at him. But they didn’t want to risk it.

“Wylan,-“ y/n pleaded, following him as he started to exit.

“No, this is not acceptable” Wylan argued firmly, not glancing back at y/n as he stomped up the stairs.

—Same Event but Time Skip—

The Crow’s Club was eerily still as Wylan’s voice echoed faintly down the hall and into the main gambling hall. Wylan was usually know to be soft spoken. When it came to anything other than y/n’s life, safety, or happiness that is. So it shocked many of the Dregs to hear the person they believed to be the softer of the Crows shouting at their leader.

It was somewhat difficult to hear exactly what was being said by y/n’s boyfriend. The multiple floors and rooms/walls between Kaz’s office and the gambling den had muffled Wylan’s voice. So while everyone could tell it was tense and who was speaking, the exact words were unknown to most.

But y/n knew why Wylan had gone to Kaz’s office. So they had some semblance of an idea as to what was being discussed. All they could hope was that Kaz was in control of his emotions and ego right now. Based on the fact that you couldn’t hear a second muffled voice responding to Wylan’s, it seemed like that was the case.

Y/n knew her fellow Crows were watching them as they stared at the staircase throughout the shouting. But they didn’t bother acknowledging the group. It wasn’t anything against them. Rather, y/n knew the Crows would already be aware of the general purpose behind Wylan’s behavior.

After all, it was impossible to keep injuries from each other. Especially when y/n had been the unfortunate recipient of multiple injuries in a fairly short time. Not to mention the fact that they came from the hands of the gang of the Crows’ leader’s greatest rival.

Y/n also didn’t feel like answering any questions their friends might ask about the situation. They undoubtedly knew all they truly needed to know. And right now, y/n felt it was much more important to have their focus set on envisioning what was happening up the creaky stairs and behind the dark walls between where Kaz and Wylan were in contrast to the rest of the crows. Y/n was seated on the edge of the barstool closest to the stairwell, ready to throw themselves off of it and up the stairs at the soonest sound of possible danger.

Fortunately, it didn’t come. Instead, Wylan eventually made his way back down the stairs to collect y/n. He then helped wash the blood out of their jeans before they gave it to Inej to stitch a patch over the holes. Compared to the start of the evening, the end of the night was very calm. Whatever had happened in Kaz’s office seemed to appease Wylan’s concerns.

“Y/n, how could you keep this from me?" Wylan asked. He was mad. Well, mad would be an understatement. He couldn’t figure out why his partner didn’t tell him that the Dime Lions were still after them.

It had been days without trouble from their rival crew. Wylan suspected that meant Kaz handled matters as he ordered him to. However, Wylan found y/n hiding out in the storage room of the club when he went to grab an extra jar for some new materials he’d purchased from a street vendor that morning.

When he asked y/n why they were hiding back there, y/n confessed that the matter wasn’t over. Yet, they didn’t explain the reason why they hadn’t told Wylan. And that was driving him crazy. All he wanted to do was protect y/n. But he couldn’t do that if they didn’t tell him when they were in danger.

Unbeknownst to Wylan, Kaz wouldn’t let y/n take part in any of the next steps of the assignment. Kaz needed the form he had y/n get from the council to process the exchange of goods. He stated the item they’d legally be exchanging was going to be used as leverage/blackmail for their upcoming heist. The person being leveraged would only truly be persuaded by a legally obtained item, hence the unusual legally-completed portion of their heist.

Wylan was aware that the Dime Lions had been offered the job of leveraging the mark and was therefore wanting the form to be in their name so they could move forward. However, he wasn’t aware that y/n was still a target. He’d told Kaz to do whatever it took to remove the threat having over y/n’s head. Which Kaz did, hence why Kaz had required y/n to sign over the approval form to Kaz instead.

But, no one had accounted for the Dime Lions’ newest recruit reading into the sudden change in approved crew members as a potential weakness. The Dime Lions clearly knew y/n was going to be either on-guard and/or guarded by at least one other Crow from now on until the exchange was completed. However, when Kaz completely swapped y/n’s name for his, it served as a signal for the Dime Lions. Everyone knew that if Kaz wanted his name on the form, it would’ve been done that way from the start. So that made the gang question what the cause behind the change was.

The gangs newest recruit, Mapviler, suspected that y/n’s name had not truly been removed. While the whole crew knew there had to have been some intent behind putting y/n’s name on the form to start with, only Mapviler understood that Kaz wasn’t idiotic enough to violate the order and risk losing the leverage of having a legally obtained incentive. He believed that Kaz falsified the documents showing the name change in order to keep the Dime Lions from attacking them still.

Mapviler wasn’t entirely wrong. Kaz didnt want to risk losing their leverage. He was also right about Kaz’s motivation of keeping y/n safe. However, the name change truly did take place. It was done to keep y/n safe, but instead brought more risk when Mapviler misinterpreted the meaning behind it.

As such, Wylan’s orders to Kaz, and Kaz’s subsequent actions, only increased the threat. For now, Mapviler, who was not only the newest member of the Dime Lions, but also the most street smart member of the gang, was even more determined to find y/n. Meanwhile, the Crows suspected the threat was over and had begun to let their guard down. When Kaz caught wind of the misinterpretation and increased threat he alerted y/n.

However, y/n hadn’t told Wylan as they resorted to just hiding out instead. They figured if they hid out until Kaz finished the last steps of the exchange it would keep Wylan from being in danger through association.

Y/n attempted to summarize all of those details for Wylan. They weren’t sure how well they did, as Wylan stood there staring silently at them for what felt like an eternity. In reality it was only a few moments, but it was an intense stare. When Wylan composed himself, he closed his eyes tightly as he stood before y/n.

“It’s my fault,” Wylan stated, his voice saturated with guilt.

Y/n rapidly shook their head, “No, you were just trying to-“.

Wylan’s eyes opened and he sighed, “Doesn’t matter, it’s my fault.”

“But listen,” he begged, squeezing y/n’s hand, “don’t ever keep matters relating to your safety from me, please”.

“Okay, if you promise the same” y/n bartered.

Wylan hummed and nodded, “deal”.

“The deal is the deal” y/n smirked, shaking the hand Wylan had holding theirs.

Wylan let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “we’ll figure this out. They'll have to go through me before they get to you."

“No” y/n stated firmly, pulling their hand back.

“No?” Wylan repeated, confusion taking over his face.

“I don’t want them going through you,” y/n rejected.

“I kinda like you” they added with a sly smirk.

He chuckled more freely this time and blushed.

“Therefore, if we’re going to handle this together, I need you to stay close to me. Please” y/n requested.

Wylan agreed and suggested that he lead them to his lab to hide out in. At least until they formed a better plan.

Y/n silently agreed and followed him down the hallway.

They’d barely settled into Wylan’s laboratory when there was a loud crashing sound from just around the corner. This prompted Wylan to stand up stiffly, on guard now as he stood between y/n and the sound. Only for y/n to gently push him to the side so he wasn’t in increased danger compared to them.

Not that it mattered as within a few seconds, the whole room erupted into chaos. The room was filled with smoke and y/n couldn’t see through it enough to know what to do. All they could see was Wylan before them, sliding his goggles back up to his eyes.

“Stay here” Wylan whispered as he coughed through the smoke. And then he was gone.

Y/n wanted to scream at him for disappearing from their sight. Instead, they forced themselves to blink through the smoke as it settled. Once everyone could see, the Dime Lions brawlers charged towards y/n.

Yet another fight broke out, y/n once again out numbered. As they took surveillance of the scene, they saw Wylan fighting two men while the other two were headed their way.

“There they are!” One of the men shouted, pointing at y/n.

Wylan’s eyes showed his internal panic as he wrestled with the men while trying to simultaneously watch over y/n.

Meanwhile y/n had managed to grab their y/w/t from its holder and used it to take down two of the men. Y/n was feeling pretty good about their progress until one of them men fighting Wylan suddenly had him kneeling on the floor, a gun pressed to his temple.

“Get your hands off him!” Y/n called out, rising their y/w/t in an offensively driven position pointed it at the man holding Wylan.

Wylan gave y/n a silent look and mouthed “run”. Even from just the look he gave, it was clear he was trying to ask y/n to flee while they could. They both knew the other man had moved from Wylan to come for y/n. But y/n didn’t care, they weren’t leaving. Especially not with Wylan held at gunpoint. Not even though it were more likely for them to try and harm y/n than Wylan.

In fact, Wylan’s attempt to get them to leave only pissed y/n off more. They were furious that he was still trying too hard to protect them when he was the one in danger. So they ignored his mouthed request and turned their sharp gaze to the man approaching them.

Y/n attempted to use their y/w/t against the brawler but the man managed to grab it from them and tossed it across the room. As a result, y/n resorted to using their hand-to-hand combat skills to fight him off. It took numerous strikes to the man’s jaw, nose, and cheeks to get him to back up from them long enough for y/n to arrange a better attack.

As the man came back towards them, y/n leapt up into the air a few inches until they could reach the collar of the man’s shirt. Using the firm grip on the back of his collar, y/n pulled the man into a crouched position. At the same time, y/n brought their right knee backwards as far as possible. As the man began to fight the twisted angle y/‘ had him at, y/n swung their knee forward. Their knee crashed into the man’s pelvis, sending the man towards the floor.

Y/n tightened one hand around the man’s neck to restrict his breathing. As they went limit, y/n’s other hand pulled harder on the collar and flung the man over their shoulder, breathing heavily from the exertion.

They spared the man one look, taking note of the fact he was now unconscious in a pile of broken wood from the splintered table nearby. When y/n turned their gaze back to Wylan, they noticed the man who had been forcing Wylan to kneel was now charging at them. Confused, they glanced and saw the man had seemingly punched Wylan in the gut before shoving him aside to get to y/n.

Y/n clenched their jaw, glaring at the man headed their way. From the corner of their eyes, they could see Wylan struggling to stand up; having had the wind knocked out of him. This only fueled y/n’s anger and over protective mode.

Y/n lost it as Wylan coughed as he pushed himself up. Y/n attacked the man, their fists and knees striking any and every point of the brawler they could reach. They’d taken a few hits as well, but weren’t fazed. Y/w/t was still inaccessible, but there was far more than enough anger fueling y/n to keep them fighting this fourth man. After one of y/n’s kicks knocked the man’s knees out from under him, they saw the way the man looked back at Wylan.

Wylan had managed to get back his feet and was now trying to head to y/n’s defense. The Dime Lion noticed this as well and suddenly turned on Wylan to keep him away.

Seeing the clear threat to Wylan, y/n dashed between them men. The harsh look y/n shot the man should’ve been warning enough. Yet, y/n loudly declared “Touch him, and you're dead." The man only seemed more driven to remove Wylan from the situation now. Fortunately, Y/n knew the labrtory like the back of her hand.

They kept their eyes focused on the target but knew without looking which area of the lab had Wylan’s most dangerous chemicals. Therefore, without looking away or making any signal as to what their next move would be, y/n sprinted past the man towards the table that would have containers marked with three or more exclamation points.

Y/n slid their sleeves down quickly, using the fabric to cover their hands. From there, they spun around and tossed them at their target. While y/n knew these were Wylan’s more dangerous substances, they didn’t know what would happen when the powdered and liquids mixed. They also knew there was a significant chance y/n themselves would be injured in the process. But as far as Y/n was concerned, it was worth it to keep the man away from Wylan.

Y/n smirked wickedly as the man dropped to the floor before reaching Wylan. He writhed in pain, a bubbling pattern spreading on his skin as he moaned loudly. Y/n ignored his cries and looked around for Wylan. He wasn’t in the spot y/n had last seen him.

Just as y/n spun around to look behind them, they came face to face with their boyfriend.

Wylan had a very stern and panicked look on his face as he grabbed y/n by the back of the neck, pulling them closer. “Don’t ever do that again” he said breathily, his eyes darting all over y/n’s face. Once he was sure y/n’s face wasn’t harmed by his harsh chemicals, he stepped back slightly to scan the rest of their body.

“You protect what you love” Yn argued, pulling Wylan in for a tight hug.

He instantly hugged them back, burying his neck in their shoulder as he steadied his breathing.

“I was so worried about you Wy” y/n confessed, tugging the soft material of his shirt to bring him even closer. They breathed in his familiar scent and closed their eyes as his curls tickled their neck. They couldn’t believe they almost lost this.

“I’m okay” Wylan promised despite the fact he likely would be bruised in the morning. That is if he didn’t also suffer a fractured rib. But it was nothing Nina couldn’t help heal.

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt” y/n scoffed. Their right hand moved up to brush against the small scratch Wylan had gotten above his left brow. They presumed it was during the scuffle with the four men who’d broke in prior to him being held at gunpoint. Regardless of what point during the fight it had occurred, y/n knew it wasn’t there earlier today.

“It’s a scratch” wylan argued in an attempt to soothe y/n’s nerves. He could see the look of guilt in their eyes and he wished he could do something to erase it. But, he knew the feeling all too well himself and knew nothing he said would change it. So, he opted for tenderly playing with their hair instead.

“It could’ve been worse,” y/n argued defiantly. “Saints, I thought it was!” They added, holding Wylan as tightly to their chest as they could. They felt bad as they worried he might not be able to breathe, or that it might reactivate the pain from the gut punch he received earlier. However, when he responded by sinking into their embrace even further, they pushed those fears aside.

As y/n let out a long sigh, Wylan frowned against their collarbone. “Y/n”, he whispered delicately, his hands still tangled in their hair.

“Don't ever leave my sight again." Y/n scolded firmly, leaning back to see his face as they said it.

Wylan gave then a sympathetic smile and nodded.

Y/n sighed again, this time contentedly. They crooked their head until they were in the same position as Wylan. Their nose brushed his neck as they snuggled him. With a tight hug, y/n added a clarifying condition to their earlier order, “ever”.

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Yandere! Crows X G/N Reader/ Yandere! Wylan Van Eck X G/N Reader

Characters- Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Jesper Fahey, WYLAN VAN ECK

Show- Shadow And Bone

Genre- yandere, romantic, polyamorous

Summary- you'd recently moved to Ketterdam, and unbeknownst to you, caught the attention of some crows. or in other words, your first interaction with each crow.

Warnings- Yandere tendencies, mentions of stalking, Wylan getting robbed (let me know if I've missed anything)

Word count- 1.5k

Extra notes- Due to how long each characters introduction is, I've split this into multiple parts, you can find the links to each crows interaction with the reader here. The links will be added as each part is uploaded.

This is a part of a series I will be doing about the crows as yanderes, it is a polyamorous series. I suggest following the order for the introductions so it makes more sense. This series will have its own section on my shadow and bone masterlist, everything else I write about these characters will be seperate to this story unless it is under that section.

I have only seen the show, I am currently reading the first shadow and bone book, so be aware that my knowledge on the characters is currently limited to what is shown in the show and the few spoilers I have for the books.

Jesper Fahey(2) Nina Zenik(3) Kaz Brekker(4) Inej Ghafa(5) Matthias Helvar(6)

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♪Wylan Van Eck♪

A delicate tune danced in the crisp night air, adding a much welcomed soundtrack for the people passing by. Skilled fingers danced around a flute as a scruffy young boy serenaded the almost empty streets of Ketterdam. The wind snapped at his pale skin almost viciously, as if telling him to go home, but he couldn't. Not yet, at least. It was his turn to watch you.

As wrong as that sounded, there was nothing sinister going on, no no, he couldn't even see you right now. But you were just around the corner in the other street, gathering the last few items you needed from the market place, and this was Ketterdam. He couldn't leave you completely alone, that would be dangerous. He hoped that this song (that he'd written just for you) would make the end of your day soothing and calm, that the lulled tone of it would keep your forever busy mind at peace, even for a mere moment.

Caught up in his own head, a head filled with thoughts of you and his crows, he failed to recognise the two men coming towards him. When he finally did acknowledge them, they loomed over his scrunched up form, a menacing aura surrounding them. His song stopped, and so did you.

You paused for just a moment when your ears failed to pick up the addictive melody. You guessed the person playing the little ditty was packing up for the night, it was late after all. Your lips slipped into a soft frown as you realised you'd have to continue in silence, what a shame, it was a really nice song.

As you got back to flickering your eyes across all the objects in front of you, you heard a grunt of pain and a soft whimper coming from the street next to you. You paused again, suddenly alert to every little noise around you. The middle aged man behind the stall that you had been browsing sighed at the familiar noise and shook his head. "Poor lad." He grumbled quietly, playing with his pocket watch absentmindedly. You turned to him, eyebrows furrowed in concern, "What's going on?" You whispered, voice barely audible. You didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.

He looked up at you and then nodded his head to where the noises continued to come from. "Flutist, always gets his money taken. Not much of a fighter, scrawny little kid." The man informed you, and your frown deepened. People were so cruel.

Your body tensed as a slam could be heard, followed by more pained noises, though they were being muffled by the sound of wicked laughter. Your chest tightened, you knew you couldn't help. You weren't much of a fighter yourself, but maybe, maybe once they left you could do something?

"Is it alright if I come back tomorrow? I- I don't really feel ready to make a decision on what to buy yet." You told the man, and he grunted in response, nodding his head. You gave him a small, but bright smile as you nodded back at him and began slowly making your way to the corner separating you from the crime. The laughter had disappeared, so you took this as a sign of safety.

You peeped your head around the corner, eyes locking on the shivering figure on the floor. Your heart cried at the sight, he looked so..disappointed? In himself, maybe. He held his flute tightly, knelt over the now empty case and you stepped towards him cautiously.

"Hello?" You spoke out softly, hoping to not startle him. His head shot up to look at you, and his mouth was slacked open at the sight of you. His eyes widened and breath stolen. Him. You were looking at him. He'd seen your eyes so many times, you'd looked at other people, you'd looked at the ground, you'd looked at buildings and items you might have liked to purchase, you'd looked at flowers and bees and all sorts of things. And now you were looking at him.

"Are you alright?" Talking, you were talking to him now too. He quickly scrambled to get up, holding his flute tightly to his hammering chest. He was practically screaming in his head to get a hold of himself. "Uh- I- uh- y-yes! Yes I am- I'm alright." A small, breathless laugh left his lips on the last word and he cursed himself for sounding so pathetic in front of you.

You moved towards him, and he stood still, frozen in place as you stood much closer to him now. The street lamps painted your face with a golden glow, your eyes shining in the light. "Are you hurt?" You asked with concern, you didn't exactly know what to say to the boy, so you thought keeping it simple would be the best way forward.

"No no- I'm. I'm used to, that happening." The words left his lips faster than he could process them, his eyes unsure of where to look. He could stare into yours for hours, but he felt embarrassed, therefore they occasionally flickered to the side, then back to your welcoming gaze. You frowned once more at the statement. "How much did they take?" You asked pointing to the worn case on the ground. His eyes followed your finger and he racked his brain to try and remember the exact number of kruge that had been taken.

"5 kruge, I think." He answered honestly, he didn't often get left tips or anything of the sort. In response, your hands rummaged into your bag that lay hanging at your side and you pulled out 5 kruge. It was a rash decision, yes, but you couldn't leave him with nothing. He'd earned that money, he had something that those fools didn't. Talent.

"Here, take this." You said placing the kruge into his shaking hands. At first, Wylan didn't process what you'd given him, focused on the warmth that flooded his body as your fingers touched his palm for less than a second. But then, his eyes fixed onto the tiny circles in his hand and his head raised at such a speed you were surprised he didn't get dazed.

"Oh, no I can't take this. You, you need this more than I do." He scrambled to find the words as he attempted to shove the money back at you, his flute tucked in his arm. Your hands wrapped themselves around his and his desperate attempt to give you the money back stopped. He looked at you, hastily gulping down an uncomfortable amount of saliva. "Please, it's the least I can do for you. You earned that money, and I won't let you go home without it. You have talent, your songs are beautiful and they deserve to be heard and rewarded. So please, just take the money." You spoke reassuringly, still clasping his hands so he couldn't give you the kruge back.

Wylan breathed slowly, his chest going up and down at a steady pace despite his heart pounding so hard he thought it might shoot out of his body. You, you were too kind for this place. Ketterdam was filthy, crawling with liars and abusers, assaulters and murderers, tricksters and conmen and you were in the thick of it with your heart of gold. He had to protect you, he had to. He would.

His thumb carefully lifted itself over your index finger, rubbing it slightly in thanks. "You have no idea what this means to me, please- let me walk you home. It's the least I can do in return." He offered, well, more like begged. "I would like that." You smiled at him, and he smiled back, a sheepish one, but a one filled with a happiness he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm Wylan." He spoke as your hands left his, the cold air kidnapping the warmth you'd given him. "Well Wylan, I'm y/n." You held your hand out for an official greeting, and Wylan grabbed it immediately. "It's lovely to meet you."

Wylan left like he'd met you so many times before, lurking in the shadows, watching you as his lips made music with his beloved instrument. But this, this time you had met him.

"It's lovely to meet you too."

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