#kanejsper

[sprnklersplashes]

if I could have a moment of your time....

kanejsper.

that's it.

[thewillowbends]

The idea of Kanej is VERY compelling, but I almost feel like I have to stan for Kanejsper because even if the two of them did hook up, there's no way they'd be able to get rid of Jesper that easily. He'd just show up acting like he was part of poly marriage being very chaotic somewhere around them. They'd be having some intense, emotional moment in the kitchen, and he's just in the background training Milo to take out the garbage or something. Eventually, they would just have to accept they weren't getting rid of him, like a flea you can't shake off.

[aneiria-writes]

Day 28 prompt: All-night movie marathon

It started innocently enough: with an all-night movie marathon.

Jesper’s idea, of course - when would his two best friends ever do anything remotely close to ‘fun’ or ‘relaxing’ otherwise? They’d pulled out the sofa bed in their living room — Jesper and Kaz were flatmates, had been for years now, and Inej stayed around so often she might as well live there — and made a kind of den, all blankets and pillows and stray pieces of popcorn that Kaz kept fishing out from their nest with a disdainful look on his beautiful face.

Kaz had propped himself up against the back of the sofa, supported by about a hundred cushions, so he could stretch his bad leg out to the side. Inej was next to Kaz, curled up like a cat with her back to him. Her gorgeous hair was pulled back into its usual long braid, and Kaz held it in his ungloved hand, stroking it idly as he watched the horror film — the third in a row — without so much as flinching when the murderer struck again, the screen spattering with bright red blood. Jesper sprawled on his back, one leg crooked at the knee, and his arm around Inej. She sighed happily and buried her face deeper into his neck. Jesper tried not to notice how her breath against his neck sent delightful shivers down his spine, or how her breasts pushed against his ribs every time she rearranged herself. Her boyfriend was right there, for Saints’ sake, and as much as Jesper loved Inej — loved them both, really, if he were being honest, and had done for far too long — he wasn’t willing to risk his greatest friendships by his inability to keep his lustful body and hopeless fantasies under control.

Instead he focused on the screen, the blood and gore, and not the delicate jasmine scent of Inej’s shampoo, or the long-fingered flex of Kaz’s hand as he played with Inej’s hair. It was all going perfectly well, thank you, until Inej lifted her head and looked straight into Jesper’s eyes. Her eyes were rich, velvety brown, wide and deep and warm. Kaz also had brown eyes, but his were the sharp dark brown of bitter black coffee, dangerous and cold.

‘Jes,’ Inej murmured, her voice husky from sleepiness. Jesper couldn’t help his gaze falling to her lips as she spoke, his name in her mouth an intimate thing, a kiss made up of the letters that made up Jesper. ‘Jes, would you kiss me?��

It’s quite possible Jesper’s heart stopped for a moment, after those words. At least that’s how it felt, when the next beat his heart took was too big and uncontrolled for his chest. He was staring at her, he realised, and his shock and disbelief probably painted across his features for both of them to see. Jesper’s gaze moved to Kaz without his express permission: he was braced, ready for the murderous glare that was no doubt waiting for him. Instead, Kaz’s expression made Jesper’s stomach leap like a drop on the highest rollercoaster. His black eyes had turned liquid, molten, like the burning heart of a volcano. They were eyes that demanded submission, demanded a sacrifice. Demanded Jesper throw himself off the safety of the ledge he clung to, basking in the heat without being burned, and into the fire that would turn him incandescent for a one glorious moment, before engulfing him entirely.

Jesper didn’t know what they wanted from him, beyond this one moment, safe and apart from the world in their sofa bed nest in the cradle of midnight. But then, Jesper had always leapt into the unknown, heart open. Tonight would be no different. He managed a small nod, relished the curl of a smile gracing Inej’s lips, before he reached out and gently stroked her cheek, her hair, pulled her in closer. He heard the hitch of her breath, in the moment before he claimed her mouth with his own.

She was everything he had dreamed: sweet, soft, Inej. Dangerous, he added as her teeth sank into his lower lip, tearing a helpless groan from his throat. A moment later, Jesper felt the softest, lightest touch on the hand he had curled in Inej’s hair. Realised, with an electric bolt of understanding, that Kaz — Kaz Brekker — was touching Jesper’s hands with naked fingers. Jesper groaned again, helpless beneath their combined touches, and pulled away, looking at them, desperate.

‘What do you want from me?’ he asked, already breathless. Jesper knew, had always known, that when it came to Kaz and Inej, he was already theirs, theirs, and he would give them absolutely—

‘Everything,’ Kaz growled, and Jesper fell, gladly, right into the burning heart of the volcano he’d worshipped for so long.