#showing his merchling upbringing there

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Jesper: Love, can you hand me the Allen wrench?

Wylan: *Looking at the tools* …Which one did you name Allen?

[pistolslinger]

/ little heartaches.

@merchlings​ said:  “  can’t you stop running for one second?  ”

   wylan is steadfast in a way jesper cannot understand.  what part of that upbringing, with jan van fucking eck, taught him to be this way — or, specifically, what part of that childhood taught him to be so persistent with people who would never, could never, show him the emotions he pursued.  a second after thinking that, he feels guilty.  he feels guilty for wanting to rebuff the boy, for wanting to tell him to get lost and stop poking at feelings that were none of his business to begin with.

   but wylan was just trying to help — at least, jesper doesn’t feel like he’s trying to humiliate or tear him down in any way.  all this time, he was only trying to help.  jesper doesn’t deserve it.  but the urge to bite back, to push away, persists.  it’s no good telling him to stop running, it’s no good asking him why. if he stops running to look back on the cycle of trying his best, failing miserably, desperately reaching for solutions he cannot make work, then losing bits and pieces of loved ones until they’ve vanished or left him behind with his failures — something in him might crack and shatter for good.  

   it’s better to just... bury it.  

   “ stop running, and then what? "  his tone is too sharp; something prickles in his throat, threatening to make his voice wobble.  “ i’m not you, i can’t make my mistakes useful in any way, and dwelling on that shit won’t do me any good, either.  can’t you just — why does it matter to you anyway? ”

[insanitysscribblings]

Reyna Writes - Adrinino November Prompt #5: Fantasy AU

Whoever can guess the reference gets a cookie. :D 

(Except for @siderealsandman, because I’ve already told you I was writing it. XP)

~Reyna

“Show me again.”

“I’m not some one-trick pony, merchling.”

Adrien pouted. No wonder people thought he was a kid, Nino mused with a smirk.

“I know that,” he insisted, picking at an imaginary spot on his palm. “I just wanted to see it again.”

“I could show you much more interesting things than pulling iron from places, you know.”

Adrien blushed, and Nino grinned. He was way too easy.

“You should stop teasing me,” he complained.

“Who says I’m teasing?” Nino said idly as he polished the handles of his guns. Nevermind that he was mostly teasing—the merchling just made it far too easy. Of course, Nino preferred a challenge, so eventually, the fun of teasing Adrien would wear off sooner than he’d like. No matter: there were a million other things he could bug Adrien about, such as his sheltered upbringing, or his hasty demo work, or—

“You don’t mean it when you flirt with me.”

Nino paused, glancing up in surprise. Adrien wasn’t looking at him, staring determinedly at a sketch of a new bomb he was working on…but was that…hurt in his expression…?

“…What makes you say that?” Nino asked, more out of curiosity than anything. At least, that’s what he told himself.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Kim,” Adrien grumbled, and Nino felt his heart drop. Damn it. Was he that obvious to everyone? “You only flirt with me because you want his attention.”

Nino felt his mouth come open as he stared at the pout on Adrien’s face.

Was that what Adrien thought of him…?

Nino set his guns to the side. The noise seemed to startle Adrien; he glanced up, his eyes widening when he saw Nino getting closer. He shrank back, as if afraid that Nino would hit him, but Nino did no such thing. Instead, he grasped the merchling’s chin and planted a full-blown kiss on those pouty lips of his.

“…Look at that,” Nino muttered against Adrien’s lips when he allowed the merchling to catch his breath. “I just kissed you, and Kim’s nowhere in sight.” He smirked, letting his hand stroke across Adrien’s cheek and down his neck. Merchling he might be, but he was a pretty merchling, Nino would give him that. “So what were you saying about me only flirting when I want someone else’s attent—!”

With balls Nino didn’t even know he had, Adrien seized the collar of his shirt and pulled Nino forward, kissing him with a fierceness that left Nino breathless this time.

“You talk way too much,” Adrien scolded him in between breaths, and though he knew he was being cheeked, for the life of him, Nino couldn’t find it within himself to care.