#have before seeing it as a wesper song but now even more

[stroopwafel-enthusiast]

Wesper Song!!

Hear me out!

"The Alchemist" by The Faim is the most Wylan song from Jesper's perspective I've heard out of the blue (as in, it came up in my playlist)

First of all, banger song, listen to this

But look at these lyrics, I am going feral actually

Black eye and afraid of love

Was in pieces on the floor till you came around and stitched me up

Tell me this is not Jesper pre-Wylan, deep in the trenches of the barrel, indebted, addicted, ashamed of his Grisha abilities. But then Wylan came along and helped him dig himself out

'Cause you took this lead, turned it into gold

You took my heart and made it whole

You created diamond from a stone

This is just ✨chemistry✨ and sappy, but also Jesper being fascinated and so impressed by what Wylan can produce, in love with his intelligence and cleverness and wit. And how Wylan chose him (Jesper would call himself lead in comparison to gold) and helped him become something greater!

When I'm with you, you turn my blue a warmer colour

(this is just a beautiful line)

I was a lonely drifter, gone with the wind, girl

Never saw a life like this

You make December feel like the summer

Oh, you showed me that love exists

You're the alchemist

Again, Jesper pre- vs post-Wylan. He was living life as it came along and presented itself to him, good or bad, until he found someone to live for, to be good for, to put in effort into himself for. Wylan showed him a different side of what life can be, like how kissing him can be an equal thrill to gambling.

This is a Wylan appreciation post, but from Jesper's perspective. Hopefully one day I can turn this into more than just analysis rambling and maybe write a fic or draw something, but for now this needs to be enough, thank you for listening

[jackwolfes]

hello friend. do u have any horny wesper snippet(s) to share?

there's a shockingly low amount of horny that is 1) not too horny for tumblr and 2) not too bogged down in plot that it makes no sense on its own but! there's this yearning-horny scene from bridgerton au:

It’s then that he realises how close they are. Jesper focuses on the shine in Wylan’s eyes as the moon catches them, the way their sky-blue hue catches the light of the stars far above them. Jesper swallows. He is endlessly aware of the fact he hasn’t let go of Wylan’s wrist.

He is certain of one fact, and that is this: he stands in a dark garden inches away from Wylan, skin to skin, and knows with certainty that he wants very little more than to be even closer. 

Their lips meet between them, and it is a song. 

Jesper kisses Wylan and sees fireworks in his head. They are warm and colourful, and he cannot imagine anything else being so wonderful. This is what he’s been waiting for, he thinks; this kiss that makes sense. 

With a gasp, Wylan pulls away, leaving Jesper to chase his lips for a split second before he realises what he’s doing. He stops himself, heart racing, trying to take in the face of the man in front of him. It’s new, and changed, now that Jesper knows what it’s like to kiss him. 

“I’m sorry,” Jesper manages, mouth dry and mind still awash with the afterimage of fire. He cannot stop staring at the slick shine of spit on Wylan’s full lips. 

“Don’t be,” Wylan says. He doesn’t meet Jesper’s eye, too busy staring at Jesper’s lips with the exact same ferocity. “Don’t be,” Wylan repeats, then adds, “do it again.” 

[bookworm-center]

Grishaverse Oneshot Request Rules!

Yep, I'm now going to do requests! Mainly cause I feel bad about not being super good with Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender updates... Anyways, I do have a few rules for requests.

No 18+ requests. Sorry, but I'm not comfortable writing that sort of stuff.

I refuse to do Darkling oneshots. Sorry Darkling stans.

No incest, pedophilia, huge age gaps, basically anything that's like morally wrong? (Besides murder and violence I guess, but this is the Grishaverse)

I'll try to do multi-character ships but I dunno. I will do both x readers and character x characters, as well as platonic ships!

The reader will generally be gender neutral unless specified. I'll definitely try and do both straight and queer ships.

I'll definitely do AUs; those are so much fun. I don't think there are any AUs I refuse to do, but I'd have to see for the requests. I don't know if song fics count as AUs but I'm also willing to do those.

Please give me at least three sentences of a basic idea or summary of the oneshots, though more than this is welcome! The only problem with giving me more information is that it might not live up to your expectations.

I may struggle with some aspects of representation that I don't quite understand or relate to, like if you want the reader to be non-binary or autistic or anything else. I'll try my best to do topics that I don't know a lot about and I will do research but you don't have to request this stuff if you don't want to. If you do request things like this and I don't get it right, please, PLEASE tell me. I will take all criticism into consideration.

As stated before, I'll listen to criticism but please try to be polite about it. I want to improve my writing, but if you are rude about it, I won't listen or even take your request.

Characters I'll do x readers with:

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey

Wylan Van Eck

Matthias Helvar

Nina Zenik

Alina Starkov

Genya Safin

Zoya Nazyalensky

Nikolai Lantsov

Tamar Yu Bataar

Character x character ships I'll do:

Kanej

Wesper

Helnik

Nina-Hanne (I forgot their ship name)

Malina

Genya-Alina

Zoyalai

Genya-David

I might do other characters/ships if you ask, I just might not be thinking about all the ships or something right now. But yeah, feel free to request things. I'm so sorry for the long post but this is all stuff I needed to say about this.

[mostly-delusional]

Desi Grishaverse Headcanons

• inej would sing hindi lullabies to her and kaz's child (this is, of course, many years post ck when both of them have healed enough)

• inej teaches wylan a few hindi songs and he plays them every weekend when all the crows gather for dinner. he loves them a lot and soon starts writing his own songs (he has to ask inej for help because she's still teaching him how to speak hindi but he gets better at it). he has written many songs for jesper.

• you know that thing where character a says something to character b in a different language and character b asks what they said so character a just makes some bs up but actually they were just confessing something? yeah, that. imagine that with kanej. inej says something really poetic + romantic in hindi to kaz when she first leaves ketterdam and kaz obviously doesn't know what she said. so he tries to translate it. when he realises she was saying that she loves him, he says it back in the next letter he sends her.

• every year before holi, nina forces all of the crows to meet at the hendriks mansion to make gunjhiyas.

• jesper once slipped some bhaang in kaz's thandai and let's just say that no one ever speaks about what happened that day because they don't want to risk loosing their limbs to dirtyhands.

• nina and jesper LOVE qawwali. every once in while all the dregs divide into two groups (half side with jesper and the other half with nina) and they have a qawwali competition at the crow club. kaz is done with everybody's shit on that day because the entire club is pure chaos but their little show attracts a lot of visitors so he doesn't interrupt. and when the noise gets too much for him he sneaks up to the roof and sits outside. inej soon joins him and they spend the night on the roof, looking at the stars.

• inej loves lighting dhoop-batti or agar-batti in her room. when kaz gets to know she's about to return, he always lights a few in her room beforehand.

• inej writes hindi poetry while she's on the warith and sends them to kaz.

• as a child, inej used to steal her mother's dupatta and wrap it around herself like a saree so when inej sees her child doing the same, she can't help but tear up and smile.

• nina has taken up new ways of annoying kaz so she always hangs neembo mirchi on the doorknob of his office to "ward off negative energy". and every time kaz gets sick, nina insists it is because of "buri nazar" and suggests doing one of the nuskhas (if you've never had you dadi or nani or any other auty try to rid you of the "nazar" are you even desi?)

• we've talked enough about kaz in a kurta, but what about kaz wearing a DHOTI??? inej is teaching him how to wear it and jesper barges into the room and laughs his ass off until he's kicked out by kaz with a threat to keep his mouth shut.

• when everybody meets at the hendriks mansion, nina and inej insist on oiling their the boys' hair while inej tells them different stories (nina makes sure to comment on kaz's hair which leads to an argument until inej shuts them all up with a stern glare)

• wesper eating the same bhutta (you know how those cute couples drink something from the same tumblr with two straws? yeah, that. but with a bhutta) (fyi i got this idea after seeing a video of a hamster and a rabbit eating the same corn)

• nikolai loves eating biryani with his hands and he claims that whoever uses cutlery for it is stupid.

• genya has a huge collection of jhumkas, bangles, juttis, naths, maangteekas, etc.

• nikolai swearing in hindi. DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING MORE ABOUT THIS??!!

• genya doesn't like the quality of kohl available in ravka so she makes it for herself (she has some of it always sent to inej).

• we've already had a gajra headcanon for kanej so now it's time for zoyalai. Nikolai always makes gajras for zoya a day before he's about to arrive at the ravkan ports.

• zoya loves doing yoga and that's how every morning starts for her (she even forces nikolai to join her who's all grumpy about it but stops complaining as she starts doing the asanas. he's quite good at yoga but he deliberately messes up his posture so that zoya helps him. yk what i mean? ;))

• david once found an old radio and fixed it for genya. now she has it in her room and listens to it everyday.

[jackwolfes]

5 for wesper?

this was a DELIGHT

royal / musician

It’s funny, Jesper thinks, how easy it is to hear the exact melody of the flautist’s music. He’s across a busy tavern from where Jesper now sits. He can’t be playing very loud at all. He’s a fucking flautist in a tavern: more out of place than one of these rowdy bastards would be in the King’s court.

And still, Jesper hears him.

It’s that last point that makes him sidle up beside him. It’s slow going, because he doesn’t want to seem too keen. Saints, no. He has a reputation to uphold, even if he’s known here as just Jesper, sometimes even Jes, but either way not His Royal Highness Jesper L. Fahey, Prince of Novyi Zem, Duke of Cofton.

For the longest time – or at least, the length of the song, although standing still Jesper feels a bit like years have passed — he just watches. He watches the way fingers dance lightly over keys, soft and delicate and very good to stare at. He watches the way the flautist taps his foot, the way the undone top buttons of his thin shirt show off just the tantalising peek of his collarbone. It’s covered in freckles. Jesper has more than a little bit of a longing feeling burning tight in his stomach that makes him want to uncover them all, and kiss each one.

Saints.

The song dies quietly, carefully, and Jesper tries not to applaud. He wants to, but thinks that might just be a touch patronising. Saints know he’s put his foot in his mouth just trying to be kind before.

“Does the barkeep mind you playing that whistle?” he says, when the man finally pulls his flute away from his lips. It truly is a lovely thing, but nowhere near as lovely as the man himself. Even in the shitty light – and Kaz really must only pick out the worst lanterns, although Jesper has no clue why – he seems to glow. He’s bright and beaming, when nothing else in this shithole of a tavern, in this dingy end of the city, is anywhere close to joyous.

The flautist eyes him up and down, looking more than a little bit wary. As Jesper gets closer he can see more and more of him, and becomes more than a little bit certain that he does want to get his clothes off, just for a chance to see a bit more.

“No one has complained,” he says, slowly.

“I’d be shocked if anyone could hear you.”

“You heard me,” he counters.

“Indeed I did,” Jesper grins. He can’t help but wink – habit, he supposes – but it’s more than worth it for the sight of the flautist flushing a soft pink. “How has your night been, then? I can’t imagine you’re getting much coin from the crowd here.”

Something must resettle in his head, because the flautist goes back to looking wary. There’s a frown on his face, looking petulantly stuck. He straightens up to stand a little bit more rigidly, too, with less of the easy way he’d been speaking just moments before. He certainly looks more tense than he had been when he’d been playing the flute. Jesper is sad to see that ease go.

“It doesn’t matter,” the flautist replies, “I have an audience with the royal family to be a bard for the court.”

Jesper blinks. Now that is interesting. He certainly knows the palace is recruiting, and had been planning on skipping out on sitting in. There’s an almost certain chance that he would be hungover as all the Saints — or, there had been. Now he has an interest in being there.

Whose opinion matters more than the Crown Prince?

“Think you’ll get the job?” he asks, suddenly unable to keep himself from being nosy.

“Depends,” the flautist says.

“On?”

“On if the Prince is the one calling the shots.”

Jesper’s eyebrows raise.

Everyone already seems to think he likes hearing people talk about him – and they’d be right – but now the rumours are true in an unexpected way. He hears plenty of common rabble from people that don’t know they’re in the presence of a prince, but he’s so rarely a topic of conversation when people are drinking. Usually it’s them whinging about the cost of bread and the fact Brekker watters down his wine if he doesn’t like you. Jesper wants desperately now to hear an unadulterated view of him.

“Think he’d make it easy for you?”

“Hardly,” the man says dryly. “I hear he’s needlessly difficult.”

Jesper swallows back a laugh.

“I hear he’s charming,” he offers instead. Now the flautist scoffs.

“I hear he’s a mess of a man,” he replies.

Jesper blinks. Oh, this is thrilling: no one ever comes close to speaking this freely to him. Not at home, at least. No, the palace is full of people paid to say yes to his wildest dreams. Or, at least, the wildest dreams of a man so long as those dreams don’t put him in the line of fire — from bandits or the messy rag of the press.

Sometimes he has to take it all into his own hands.

“Well,” Jesper says, gently, “I hope your performance goes well all the same. Tell the Prince I say hello, won’t you?”

“I don’t think–”

“Please?” he murmurs.

The man turns a lovely shade of red again, and Jesper doesn’t let himself bite back his smile. He smiles, slow and charming, stepping up just close enough that he could lean in and press their faces close together if he truly wanted to. He won’t, but oh, he does like to tease a man as pretty as this.

“I don’t know your name,” the flautist says, weakly, “or who on earth you are–”

“Jes,” he offers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

He reaches for one of the flautist’s hands, the one that isn’t gripping tight around his flute. They really are absolutely wonderful hands, and he knows he’ll be thinking about them for quite a long time. The man doesn’t pull back, and Jesper closes his hand gently around the curve of his fingers. The flautist doesn’t resist, either, when Jesper pulls his hand up to press a soft kiss against his knuckles.

All he hears, even in the noise of the tavern, is the soft way a breath punches out of his lips.

“Be seeing you,” he says gently.

He doesn’t look back over his shoulder when he leaves him be, but he hears when he brings his flute back to his lips to keep playing. There’s a moment when he first start where his breath wavers, and Jesper feels himself grin. He doesn’t turn around to watch, though, no matter how much he wants to.

He’ll be seeing him soon, anyway.