#tangled!wesper

[calicoquinn]

Wesper brainrot is burrowing into my head like a worm in cotton candy,, have a tangled au!

[cowboylikejesper]

i’ve been having wesper!tangled AU brainrot

[liveandbreathemusicals]

Wait a damn minute;

[strawberryloveyyy]

You can’t tell me that Varian isn’t Wylan Van Eck, you just can’t. I mean look at them!

[rosegoldendaydream]

Rapunzel and Eugene are Wesper variant.

Just look at it, Rapunzel is so Wylan-coded. They both are connected with art (music and painting), they both had one toxic parent (Mother Gothel and Jan Van Eck) that they runaway from just to discover that actually they have another parent that is nice (Wylan's mother, Rapunzel's parents). Oh, and they both met a handsome, flirty criminalist that introduces them to a group of people that seem awful, but actually are just a group of miserable people that had some dreams in past but didn't make them become real. And they help these people make their dreams come true.

Oh, and we also have this part when character lied about their true name (Eugene introudced himself as Flynn, Wylan lied about his last name).

I feel like I've seen this story before.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Moment of silence for the edit I wanted to make of the Ice Court Heist to Battle Cries by The Amazing Devil and then the fury of hell delivered to Netlfix pretty please <3

Like I just can't get over it okay, there's the Kanej potential of these lyrics:

"(Who died...) Who'll save you when you fall? (...and made you king of it all?) Who wins this war?"

"For the applause from the back of the stalls but you lack (As I walk with the sun hand in hand from the wreck) the conviction to look at me straight and say 'yes' (Some fictions we took to be fate, believe me I know)"

And then there's the Helnik potential of these ones:

"Don't be uncouth, be a man (Tell the truth to me love, does my hair look as nice...) Don't lie with your eyes, you know I despise that look (...as it did when it once tangled up in your eyes)"

"For God's sake I'm done with your dreams, they won't last ('Cause that sun that beams down as my hands touch the grass) Thirty winters will pass, you'll look back (After summers of fasting, I feel hunger at last)"

And the Wesper potential of these ones:

"For the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known"

"'Cause these plates they smash like waves (place your smile in mine) And the wine stains hide the tears (Why stay? Hide the-) But the breathing you hear don't mistake it for sighs, don't you realise they're just battle cries dear?"

And then just the absolute perfection of the vibes from this entire section:

"With you I could summon the gods and the stars (come on love, please don't start)

Watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart (sing your notes, play your part)

And we'd laugh at the ghosts of fears - we were gods! (we were kids)

'Come at me you blaggards!' you'd yell from the banks (you'd yell from the back of the gallery)

Wielding words against make-believe wizards and tanks (say goodbye)

And by God, love, believe me, I wanted to play I did too (I am not afraid)

But we sunk into water no creature can know (a drunkard, a daughter, a preacher, God knows)

You dragged us both into the darkness that grows (How you dragged me along to watch all your shows)

Our devils broke rank (oh dear God) and out of the depths came an army

I won't let you turn our last night into this (I won't leave without a fight)"

Like yes I know the song is actually about a break up but are you kidding me with the perfection of this imagery??? I just ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanted to make this edit so badly I've been thinking about it for so longggggg

[jackwolfes]

prompt #59 with wesper pls 🤲

“Tell me to go and I will but ask me to stay and I'll never leave you again” Prompts: [1] [2]

The scene through Wylan’s bedroom window is lightning and malice, the rapidfire patter of rain gunshots on glass reminding him what little kindness waits for him outside, but right now inside isn’t much better. He stands with his arms at his sides and bare feet uncomfortable against the cold wood floor. The fire in the hearth is low enough to offer little comfort. 

Across the room, dripping rainwater onto Wylan’s expensive bedroom floor, Jesper stands resigned to whatever pain Wylan plans to inflict upon him. That hurts. The accusation of it digs beneath Wylan’s ribs like a burrowing beetle, carving out space between sinew and bone and biting down where it hurts most. It isn’t my fault, he wants to scream, but he’s too cowardly to say anything, not even I’d never hurt you. Not even, I’m sorry. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” Wylan finally manages. “If my father found out…” 

Jesper doesn’t interrupt him. It is simply Wylan’s voice failing him, as it has so many times before, because as with every other facet of Wylan’s being, failure is his natural state. He doesn’t know what he’d even say if he could muster up the strength to speak, so perhaps silence is better. 

What would he even say? If his father found out he would, what? Actually disown him like he’d threatened to do days ago when he found him tangled up half naked with a serving boy? Kick him out of this prison he’s forged, the one that Wylan has so rarely been happy in but has always been mostly safe in? Both are plausible options. Wylan has always been a weak little lamb under the blade of father’s butcher knife, kept alive on a whim and little else. He can’t imagine his father going so far as to actually see him killed, but once he’s thrown out of his good graces, what hope would he have to survive? 

Just Jesper, who doesn’t owe Wylan a damn thing.

Jesper. Wylan can hear the echo of his own voice whispering that name a dozen different ways through the seasons. Kindly, reverently, desperately. Never in between the expensive silk sheets of his bed, but in plenty of other places they shouldn’t have been: the stable, most often, but the kitchens, too. Out in the gardens when the weather permitted it, a few times in the library, that once at the inn as they travelled out of town because neither of them had been able to hold back. Those golden slivers of enjoyable memories might be the only time Wylan has ever truly felt happy on his father’s property. Jesper has given him the world time and time again, and all Wylan did was see him get thrown out on the street and fired for taking the time to love him tenderly. 

The floor doesn’t creak when Jesper takes a step forward, which means Wylan’s sharp inhalation is entirely too audible. Over the heavy storm outside and the occasional crackle of firewood, the sound is a vulnerability. An admission. Wylan fights against every urge telling him to damn reason and run to Jesper, to throw himself in his arms and hold him close, and he hates himself for picking the safe option. He hates himself for a lot of reasons, but Jesper still crosses the room under the flickering firelight and comes to a half a bare few inches away. The rain water dripping off his clothes creates a puddle on the floor, seeping towards Wylan’s bare toes, but neither of them move. 

“Tell me to go,” Jesper whispers, “and I will.” 

Wylan shuts his eyes. He should, he should, he should, he isn’t strong enough to form the words between his lips. He simply cannot resist the magnetic pull of Jesper Fahey and all his charm, all his divinity, all his — perfection. Even with his eyes shut he can sense that Jesper is close, and maybe getting closer. His body stays deathly still, torn between wanting to jerk away back to where it’s safe or leaning into Jesper’s touch, where it’s safest. 

“If you ask me to stay, I will. I’ll never leave you again.”

The husky edge to Jesper’s whispering voice floods Wylan’s senses, in past his lips like cherries and chocolate, down his throat, around his wrists, in his head. His eyelashes open with a flutter; he parts his lips. Steel eyes stare at him like he is precious, worth keeping around, and Wylan was never going to survive without him in his life. 

He surges up to kiss Jesper fiercely, grabbing the back of his head to hold him close. The chill of rainwater caught in the tight coils of his hair press into Wylan’s fingertips like holy water sanctifying his skin. Wylan feels everything. Jesper’s hands on his hips, turning the thin fabric translucent with water and imprinting the shape of his palms into Wylan’s body. In a moment Wylan will stretch upwards to deepen the kiss and his shirt will peel away from his skin — maybe even sooner if Jesper chooses to be so bold as to pull it off for him — but the mark feels unerringly permanent. It is a brand on skin, but instead of pain it brings with it liberation. 

Wylan steps backwards, still clinging to Jesper with desperate hands. The clumsy gesture makes them both stumble but their lips don’t stray apart, which is more than what Wylan needs. Lightning cracks, blindingly bright against the dark night sky, and the thunder chasing its heels provides cover for the quiet little moan that slips between Wylan’s parted lips. He can barely hear it himself over the roaring rush of blood in his ears, the slam of his heartbeat thudding in his head, the dizzying slide of Jesper’s tongue along the backs of Wylan’s teeth as he plunders for gold. This is his one chance at pure secrecy, and it feels magical. 

The back of his legs hit his mattress sooner than he realises, the impact juddering through his body and shooting surprise through his frame. Unbalanced, he tumbles backwards and hits the soft mattress with a thwump of silky fabric, but Jesper catches himself before he can fall. 

It instantly pushes too much distance between them. Unceremoniously, Wylan is jerked free from the dizzying bliss he’d been feeling a second ago. The chill in the air takes its place, reminding him how cold he is without Jesper near him. Splayed out on the mattress with Jesper standing above him like that and framed by the lines of his spread thighs, he shivers. But the furrow in Jesper’s brow is enough to make Wylan nervous. His fingers twitch, lying on the mattress beside his head with his palms facing the sky expectantly. Jesper’s eyes flicker to the side and catch the motion. He says nothing, and Wylan sees want warring with apprehension in the metallic shine of his eyes.

And maybe Wylan is a coward, but Jesper isn’t. Jesper is one of the bravest people he’s ever met. They’re barely touching anymore, but the tiny point of contact between Wylan’s knee and Jesper’s shin is just enough to lend him strength. 

“Stay,” Wylan croaks. 

Sunshine blooms. The eye of the storm hits them like midsummer. Life erupts in Jesper’s eyes as he smiles that real, earnest, perfect smile, and he says, “Don’t want to ruin your bed getting it wet, do I?” As if he hadn’t made a million messes before with Wylan a beautiful, willing casualty. So Wylan laughs, breathless and giddy, and spreads his legs apart a little wider as he enjoys the show that Jesper puts on, haphazardly and clumsily stripping out of his rain-soaked clothes. They hit the ground with an ungraceful slap, and when Jesper clambers naked onto the bed (and onto Wylan) he’s barely even dry. He’s hard, though, and oh so pretty, and before Wylan can reach out to grab hold of him and start to give him the pleasure he deserves he’s taking hold of Wylan’s wrists and pinning him down onto the bed. Wylan jerks, spine arching with a breathless little moan, but Jesper kisses him and does not leave — he said he wouldn’t, and Wylan trusts that he means to keep his promise.

[magicandpizza]

Oooooh wesper prompts! 💖💖 16?

Thank you so much for playing!

16. “Make me shut up then.”

It takes about two days for Jesper to cave. Even with the incredibly awkward conversation about safe sex and thin walls with his father freshly ringing in his ears, he just can’t help it. Because it’s summer, and it’s hot, and Wylan is even hotter, and Jesper wants. 

He’s not sure why he thought this time would be any different. Even though Wylan tries, he just cannot keep quiet when Jesper is fucking him. 

“Baby, you have to be quiet,” Jesper murmurs against Wylan’s lips.

“I’m trying,” Wylan says with a groan that sounds caught between pleasure and frustration. “You’ll just have to make me shut up.” 

And Jesper doesn’t even think about it. He just reaches up and presses two fingers past Wylans lips and into his mouth, which, in hindsight, may not have been the smartest decision, because Wylan groans even louder as his eyes roll back in his head, and then his tongue is running up the length of Jesper’s fingers as if it were his cock in his mouth instead, and Jesper? Well, Jesper just moans helplessly and grits his teeth and desperately tries to stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm while still fucking his stupidly sexy boyfriend into the mattress. 

Wylan seems entirely focused on making Jesper lose his mind. His tongue flicks over the pads of Jesper’s fingers then traces the seam where they’re pressed together, groaning around them all the while. When he reaches between them to wrap a hand around himself, Jesper can’t hold off any longer. He comes with a shout that he barely manages to stifle against the slightly damp skin of Wylan’s neck, and Wylan follows him down right after, spilling hotly between them. 

They lie together for a while, a sweaty heap of tangled limbs, and Jesper finds himself desperately hoping that his father is an exceptionally deep sleeper. 

(He isn’t.)

[helniksdaughter]

Wesper // Tangled AU

[wesperbrekkered]

My List of published fics;

Of Lies and Rash Decisions > AU where Jesper is hired to kill Wylan

Never Let Me Go > Wesper Spiderverse AU

Tangled In Your Web > Spiderverse AU part 2

The arduous trials of getting one Ivan drunk > 5+1 Ivantill fluff

Flair For The Dramatics > Pirate Wylan X Mermaid Jesper

Little Stolen Moments > Pre Relationship Wesper Fluff

Counting Down The Years > 9+1 Wesper New Years Kisses

Heaven Help A Fool Who Falls In Love > Ivan character study

How dare you think this time’s enough (Don’t leave me) > Till character study

Out of the Blue > Wesper Proposal Fic

You drew Stars around my Scars > First I love you, Wesper Fluff

Don’t Wanna Lie (Don’t Wanna Tell The Truth) > Wesper Spideypool AU

Of Hidden Truths and Drastic Actions > Show!Wesper navigating the key Book!Wesper scenes

The Longest Hour > Wesper Cowboy AU / FWB

Of Latte Art and Sweet Suggestions > 5+1 Wesper coffeeshop au

I Wish You Meant It > Rewrite of the Kuwei/Jesper kiss from Wylan's POV

Now I Know You Meant It > Rewrite of the wesper first kiss from Wylan's POV

Of Merchlings and Letters Home > Wesper Fake Dating AU

Blame It On My Left Side Brain > Jesper is diagnosed with depression, hurt/comfort

Lost on the Shape of You > T4T Wesper smut

You got me wrapped around your finger (not that I'm complaining) > Domestic Wesper Fluff

Summer Days drifting away > Modern AU Wesper Fluff

Always and Forever > Domestic Wesper Fluff

Jesper Fahey Couldn't Sleep > Post - Canon Wesper hurt/comfort

To Capture Perfections Muse > Domestic Fluff

The choice in not making a choice > olard part 2, Domestic Wesper Fluff

Always, always it was Wylan > Post - Canon Wesper Nightmare fic

A Fickle Thing, That Death > Wesper death fic, hurt/comfort

Just you and me Merchling > Hurt / no comfort, wesper dying side by side

Six of Bread > Modern AU Wesper fluff

Hold me close when it falls apart > hurt/comfort Jesper breakdown fic

My current list of wips (feel free to ask to see snippets, it helps with motivation):

It hurts to be something (it's worse to be nothing) > Ivantill FWBs

50 Ways To Kill A Man > Detective AU

To Love Like A Lie > Fake Dating AU

Rose Tinted Glasses > Domestic Fluff

Of Gunslingers and Journey's Home > of merchlings and letters home epilogue

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

WIP Ask Game what is "self indulgent flash"?

(I too have a constantly expanding Wesper AU list 🫣)

Ooh, that is a particular favorite WIP I hope to finish!

On my birthday this year one of the prompts on the Wesper writing group was “the most self indulgent thing you can write.” So I wrote the most indulgent Wesper edging smut fic. Because there needs to be more Wesper edging.

Currently the WIP is 2,000 words of Jesper and Wylan being as kinky and tender as possible while Jesper and I objectifying the fuck out of Wylan.

Here’s a snippet (posted under the cut for naughtiness):

Jesper kisses Wylan and it’s a promise. An oath. A reminder. All soft lips and delicate teasing touches because Jesper knows it’s driving Wylan insane beneath him. Wylan chases his mouth for a properly filthy kiss, but Jesper denies him what he wants most.

He leans over Wylan. Mirth fills Jesper’s eyes as he presses his boyfriend’s hips to the mattress so he can’t rock upward anymore. He probably didn’t even realize he was doing it in the first place.

Stilled, Wylan whines. The sound vibrates through his throat high and needy even though they’ve barely begun. But Jesper’s broad hands pin him down, letting him know he’s not going to get the friction he wants.

“Jes,” Wylan begs. And Jesper smiles; that’s an excellent start.

But if Wylan wants to come tonight he’s going to beg much more beautifully. Panting and ruined. Voice high, ragged with need as Jesper’s name drips from his lovely lips. Bracketed by please — not yet, love — please, Jes! Please! — no — I need… Please! Jes, I need — not until I say — and half aborted questions getting caught on his tongue. I want to… Can I — No.

Winding Wylan up and setting him spinning. Adrift with lust, but without any release. It’s been going on for days. And Jesper has to admit, the longer they play this game, the more he likes it.

Because it’s fun to crowd Wylan into the counter while he makes tea. Fun to rub against his ass as Jesper reaches into the cabinet for his own mug, only to set it on the counter and wrap his hands low and suggestively around Wylan’s hips as his boyfriend moans and attempts to finish his task. And it’s even more fun to thank Wylan for the tea, lick the shell of his ear, and whisper that he should go lie down again. Fuck himself on his fingers to the fantasy of Jesper taking him against the kitchen counter until Jesper tells him to come back when his tea has cooled enough to drink. The lovely, frustrated, disappointed groans Wylan makes as he stops touching himself and tangles his fists in the bed sheets until he too has cooled enough to put his trousers on and join Jesper at the table as if he’s not a lit fuse ready to explode.

Jesper takes delight in casually brushing his hand across the seam of Wylan’t pants until he stiffens, as if it wasn’t his intention the entire time.

That’s the game they play. And as frustrated as Wylan gets, he’s more than willing to obey. To deny himself and follow Jesper’s instructions no matter how agonizing. It’s always been his choice to beg and twist and writhe this way under Jesper’s clever hands.

Jesper still hovers over him now. So close and not nearly enough.

“Do you want to come tonight, darling?”

It’s almost impossible to see the ring of color around Wylan’s wide eyes now that they’re dilated with lust. He nods eagerly, hair flopping across the pillow beneath his head. Yes, Wylan wants it more than anything. Need burns in his veins. Jesper can feel the strength of it in Wylan’s grip on his bicep.

“Remember, the only way you’re coming is on my cock. I’m not going to touch you. And you are going to keep your hands to yourself.” Jesper strokes his heated cheek tenderly. “Do you think you can do that?”

It’s the same rules as last night. And the night before that. Possibly tomorrow night too. Until Wylan comes untouched or shouts the one word that ends this whole game.

[kazbrekkerfast]

has anyone written a tangled wesper au becuase I friend just showed me a post about it and I have gone feral

like wylan is so tangled coded he can do music and sing and draw and is locked away by a gaslighting ass bitch and just wants to leave and escape his tower and then this hot flirty thief arrives and helps him escape they are literally perfect omg

[littlelcvestory]

60, wesper!!

hi rae ily

60. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.

cw for suggestive content since they are in love, your honor (no smut!)

**disclaimer, i have no idea how business and merchant council stuff works so please ignore my sad attempts

—

Wylan had given up on hiding his yawns at least half an hour ago.

He loved Jesper’s voice, don’t get him wrong, he loved when he leaned into his ear either to whisper sweet nothings or make suggestive comments that ended with Wylan and Jesper tangled together in bed. But hearing ledger after ledger and document after document from the Merchant Council read to him for too long was enough to make Wylan sleepy.

Jesper stood across from his desk, pacing the room and flipping through the documents in his hand and reading off the printed and handwritten notes on them. 

“ ‘...Fifteen percent of assets need to be transferred from von Thunen’s estate to the Ketterdam Treasury, which are to be placed under the loans vault…’ ”

Wylan got out from his desk and crossed to the comfy armchair in the corner and sat as languidly as possible, setting his eyes on Jesper.

The amount of love Wylan had for the man in front of him was so immense that sometimes he felt like one of his bombs when he lit the fuse– so ready to explode. Wylan would lay down his life for Jesper. 

And now, he thought giddily, I’m going to marry him.

Jesper’s beautiful hands used to be decorated with an array of different rings, but since Wylan proposed to him a week ago (actually, Jesper had also proposed the same night Wylan did, which ended with them both laughing hysterically in his mother’s garden. Safe to say, they were the happiest men in Ketterdam that night) Jesper had removed all rings except for the emerald engagement ring he’d given him. Wylan’s was sapphire, Jesper’s Ma’s ring.

Looking at them made Wylan so unbelievably happy. He was going to marry the love of his life.

His fiancé looked up from the papers in his hand. Wylan held his gaze firmly, peering at him through his eyelashes.

“I’m listening,” Wylan said. 

He was not.

Jesper’s soothing baritone blessed his ears for another two minutes before Wylan grabbed Jesper’s left hand and kissed the ring on it. He held his hand gently, moving his lips to kiss each of his knuckles.

“...Shu Han has agreed to– oh.”

Wylan kissed his wrist. “Keep reading.”

He tried, to Wylan’s amazement, but his voice faltered and he cleared his throat when Wylan dragged his other hand up his leg, resting it at Jesper’s hip.

“Wylan.”

“Yes, love?”

The love in Jesper’s eyes was undeniable. Wylan looked up through his lashes again, staring at his fiancé with a small pout on his face.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me," Jesper said, affection lacing his words.

Wylan pulled the hem of Jesper’s shirt out of his trousers. “Is it working?”

“Saints, Wy,” he gasped when Wylan’s hands found the skin of Jesper’s waist. “Yes.”

Sleep had left Wylan and was instead replaced with pure desire. He leaned into Jesper’s ear, pulling him close, and lowered his voice. “And what are you going to do about it, Jes?”

Jesper’s weight buckled into him, the papers fluttering to the floor. Wylan laughed softly.

“What’re you gonna do, love?”

“I think,” Jesper breathed as Wylan touched his lips to the soft skin of his neck, “I’m going to take you to our bedroom and kiss you senseless.”

“Why wait until the bedroom?”

This time, Jesper laughed. “I love you, Wy.”

“I love you too.” 

Their lips met, the documents forgotten. All there was was the soft press of their kisses, their breaths mixing and clothes falling to the floor.

It was everything Wylan wanted, and more.

--

my sillies :)) i love them thank you rae for giving me an excuse to write domestic wesper

i was going to put this on ao3 but its not even 600 words lol

[violets-and-books]

🍃 Hello 🍃

You can call me Blaize or Odysseus :] (pronouns they/he)

I write fanfic on ao3, if you want to check me out!

I love getting asks so feel free to ask me anything

I am in a lot of different fandoms (big ones are Dead Boy Detectives, TNBC, Doctor Who and Six of Crows) and am open to new ones 👀

Here is a link to my post about my Grishaverse holiday headcanons. I use these holidays a lot in my fics so, if you want to know more about them, here they are ✨

Fics by mee

(more to come, hehe)

Bow Before your King | Wesper, show universe {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

A Prize for Traitors | Wesper, Helnik & Kanej, Star Wars AU {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

Inlaid with Stars | Wesper, background Kanej & Helnik, Tangled AU [SOC]

A Breath Away, a World Apart | Wesper, Kanej & background Helnik, The Little Mermaid AU {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

A Barrel Rat's Guide to Being a Mercher | Wesper, Canon Divergence, Mercher AU {playlist if you want it} [SOC]

A Game of Cat and Mouse | Catcrow, Canon Divergence [DBDA]

(some of the) Favourite One Shots I've Written:

Starlight - Wesper [T Rated] {Canon Divergence}

Something to Stay For - Wesper [T Rated] {Newsies AU}

How to get a Tired Demo Expert to Sleep - Wesper [G Rated] {Post Canon}

Sainted Snow - Kanej, [G Rated] {Modern AU} - - for @jesperfaheys-defenseattorney

See you, Blaize/Odysseus✨✨

[astrhae]

i loved quid pro quo!!! 🥹 would you ever write something from Jesper’s pov as well?

p/s your fic what you once wanted was also one of my fav dreamling fic too you cant imagine how happy i am that you’re a wesper shipper as well 🥹

hi hello!! i am currently writing two fics that's a mix of wylan and jesper's pov: with everything to win (anastasia and tangled au), and a band au. the second one hasn't been posted yet but i've made little social media edits for it and here's a little sneak peek for you 🥰

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Engagement Series cos I need happy and in love Wesper to soothe my aching heart

Hello my friend ❤️ I wrote something particularly fluffy for you!

It was late.

Or maybe it was early— Wylan couldn’t tell. He was far too comfortable to care. Jesper was solid and warm along his back, the curtains were blowing gently with a light spring breeze, and the moon left a long shaft of silver light across the rug. He couldn’t be bothered to count the distant chime of the clock in the hall, and it didn’t really matter, did it? Wylan wasn’t moving from right here for anything short of mortal peril.

But that didn’t mean he could sleep.

He rolled over, tangling his legs into the long, lean ones beside him. Jesper’s arm was sprawled across the pillow as if he was waiting for him, even in sleep, and Wylan was always helpless to resist a Fahey invitation. His chest was warm, and his pulse was steady under Wylan’s ear. He kissed the skin over his heart, just to hear his lover’s sleeping sigh.

I’ve never been so at ease. It was a realisation he wasn’t prepared for. He was so deeply comfortable, wrapped in soft sheets, resting on a warm, loved body. He felt so utterly… safe.

He felt safe, in his father’s house, no less.

No, he corrected, in our house.

This was their home— somewhere along the line, it happened. Between taking the portraits down and agreeing on the wallpaper pattern, replacing the ugly old parlour sofa and tuning his mother’s piano… Wylan felt like he belonged here. He lived here. With his betrothed, and with his mother. This was a place where all his friends had a room of their own.

These halls had held more laughter in the past year than Wylan had heard in his entire childhood.

It had changed. It was no longer Jan Van Eck’s house.

It made him think about it— change. Not for the first time, of course, but… he’d always been so afraid of it. And now here he was, relishing in the things it brought. Breaking from what was expected of him had helped him reclaim a happiness he had never known could be his. From pastel to bright jewel tones, from winter to spring, from boyfriend to betrothed to…

Husband.

His ring winked at him in the moonlight.

And he wasn’t quite done with change, but he didn’t want to do it alone.

“Jes?” He whispered, craning up to press a kiss under his lover’s stubbled jaw. Jesper huffed. “Jesper.”

He grumbled, scrunching his nose as he turned his face into Wylan’s curls. He could feel him nuzzle into his hair like he might fall right back to sleep there. Wylan couldn’t stop smiling long enough to roll his eyes properly.

“Jesper, I’ve been thinking.”

“Again?” His voice was sleepy. “Merchling— no thinking before the sun. We’ve talked about this.”

“It’s important.” Was it? Even if it wasn’t, it was too late now— Wylan wouldn’t be able to sleep until he said it.

That got Jesper’s attention. The arm of his under Wylan came to wrap around Wylan’s back, pressing in close.

“Bad important?”

“Good important.” Oh, Ghezen, he couldn’t stop smiling. His cheeks nearly hurt with it, and he felt like he might start glowing in the dark. “I want to take your name.”

I’m putting the second half in the next ask game fill— I’ll tag you in it ❤️ thank you for playing my little game. I’m so grateful to have found my way into this fandom and met people like you!