#tangled!wesper

[calicoquinn]

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

[i-will-sing-no-requiem]

You Pick I Vid [OPEN]

Doing a Valentine’s Day YPIV! Anyone who want’s to pick a part for me to edit in this video, details are in the description of the youtube video, or under the cut and you can comment which part you want here!

I’ve been wanting to do one of these for a while and I kinda stole the idea to do a valentines day one from the wonderful @ellie0109 on youtube

HOW IT WORKS: Comment any of the couples in my ships list document (italicised ships are the ones that I’m the most motivated to edit but I love all of them!) and a part of the video you think fits them or you would like to see them edited to. Anyone can request a part, and you can request more than one, but only one part per ship, so please check the list of which parts and ships have already been assigned first.

Also just clarifying this is NOT a collab, you will not be responsible for anything other than picking the couples and I will edit the video and hopefully post it on valentine’s day

Part 1 (beginning and end): Kate and Claire for @asalesbian Part 2: Part 3: Percy and Annabeth (claimed on YouTube) Part 4: Part 5: Sookie and Jackson (claimed on YouTube) Part 6: Part 7: Part 8: Luke and Lorelai (claimed on YouTube) Part 9: Sawyer and Juliet for @asalesbian Part 10: Part 11: Rufus and Jiya (claimed on YouTube)

Ships List: https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vRpi_ZLEtbZ1I4cP8KKL4qeQHT2BHf5Gp2x64K3W3O-W7MFam5eMLyjQe4kZLZK8cC3sBMjk_TK--Tq/pub

[cowboylikejesper]

i’ve been having wesper!tangled AU brainrot

[strawberryloveyyy]

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

[seidenbros]

3 and/or 16 - your pick! 🫶

Thank you friend! And because they fit so well together, I decided to do both of them at once 🫶 Taken from Wesper Prompt Game

3. A kisses B to stop them from talking 16. "I like you here like this. In my bed."

He was a little out of breath and so blissed out that he could probably fall asleep straight away, but that was not an option. Not when they didn’t know when they’d have the time and opportunity for this again. He wasn’t talking about the sex, because knowing Jesper and himself, they’d manage to sneak away somehow. Wylan was talking about this. About baking in the afterglow, cuddled up to Jesper’s side while they were both coming down from their high a little bit. Jesper’s steady heartbeat a rhythm he knew all too well, but would never tire of listening to. Like it’s very own song that only Wylan got to hear like this.

“I like you here like this,” Jesper said quietly, breaking the silence between them - something Wylan should have expected, because like Jesper had said himself, they weren’t his favourite thing, but he’d gotten used to this. “In my bed.”

Where he’d wondered at first just what Jesper had meant, the clarification made heat rise to his cheek, tinging them an even darker pink than they still were from their previous activities.

“It’s definitely better than my bed was. More comfortable.” He still remembered their first night, and the one after they’d met again. That bed had never been comfortable, but it had been his, and that was all that had mattered.

“That’s not exactly what I meant, but I still have to agree.” A low chuckle left Jesper’s lips as he tightened his arm around Wylan, pulling him half on top of himself, his fingers stroking lazily along his spine. “And it’s not about the sex. Well that is incredible, breath-taking, life changing…” Jesper stopped himself, grinning at Wylan, who definitely got the drift, because his cheeks almost started burning. “It’s all about you. You know how much chaos is inside my head sometimes, that I jump from one thought to the next, but you manage to calm me down.”

Wylan had never been good at taking compliments, especially honest ones, and with Jesper, he knew that he wasn’t just saying these things to get something in return. He was saying them because he meant them and wanted Wylan to hear them. His reaction, though, was burying his face against Jesper’s chest, which didn’t stop him from talking.

“Come on, why are you hiding your pretty face from me?” Wylan could hear the grin in Jesper’s voice, which only managed to make him groan. “You know how much I love to see you blush.”

“You do that way too often,” he mumbled against Jesper’s chest, still not lifting his head.

“What?” Jesper’s fingers tangled in Wylan’s hair, gently pulling to get him to lift his head.

“Make me blush.” Wylan reluctantly followed his lead, but only so far that he could glower up at him, which seemed to amuse Jesper.

“So? You look way too cute like that.” Tilting his head a little to the side, he studied what he could see from Wylan’s face. “And hot if you look at me like that.”

“Jesper,” Wylan groaned again, taking a deep breath because that way, his cheeks would never return to a normal colour, but that seemed to be the Jesper’s plan anyway.

“I could look at you all day and trace all these freckles, tell you how gorgeous you look. Tell you about all of the things that I would love to do with you, once we get the chance again. Because there’s quite a lot—”

If there was one surefire way to get Jesper to shut up, it was kissing him, and that was what Wylan was doing now. Their lips crashed against each other, but the kiss quickly softened, Wylan melting against Jesper, whose fingertips brushed through his hair and down the back of his neck to eventually hold onto his shoulder. Wylan could listen to Jesper talk for hours, especially if he read something to him, but right now, he needed to calm down a little bit, and maybe, kissing would help. It stopped Jesper from talking at least, but it fanned the want and need in him again. They might as well make the most of this night before they headed to Fjerda.

[sprnklersplashes]

not sure what kind of prompts you were after, but any holiday wesper fluff would be appreciated <3

wesper is always welcome. you could just put 'wesper' in the box and I'd be like "right away!"

hope I did this prompt justice and I'm calling it "I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years' day"

In all honesty, Wylan wasn't sure about hosting the new years' party this year. He can still remember the last time the Van Ecks hosted it; he was thirteen, and knew to keep himself out of sight after greeting guests and reappear before dinner, and only to speak if he is spoken to. The tradition was passed around the other merchant families afterwards, with Wylan's father making excuses for his absence each time.

Now, Wylan is nineteen, the Van Ecks are due to host yet again, and his father is languishing in Hellgate while Wylan waves the last of their guests goodbye.

How times change.

He finally closes the door after saying goodnight to the Rosenthals, who insist they must come to their place for lunch in the new year. Wylan knows enough now to understand that it's more about business than a nice meal, but he agrees nonetheless. Then they are gone, and after hours of chatter and music and laughter and more chatter, the house is silent. Wylan presses his back into the door, closes his eyes, inhales deeply. Quiet. Silent.

Well, he thinks with a small smile. Almost quiet.

With the party adrenaline slowly leaving his body, Wylan shuffles down the hall, guided by the Kaelish shanties softly sung from the next room. Empty bottles line the hall, discarded papers and tissues and one pair of glasses, but he actively resists the temptation to leave it to the maids. This was his party and if he and Jesper spend all day tomorrow on their hands and knees cleaning, so be it.

When he enters the living room, he finds Jesper had the same idea. Glasses are lined up along the table, plates piled beside them. Jesper sits on the floor, his tie discarded and his shirt untucked and half-undone. Heat rushes to Wylan's cheeks, especially so when Jesper looks up and grins.

(It's been years, yet his smile can still stop Wylan's heart)

"Good evening, beautiful," Jesper says as Wylan pads acorss the carpet. "Or is it morning now?"

"Pretty sure it is." Wylan sighs and lowers himself down, legs folded beneath him. He has to laugh when he sees the state of their carpet; dozens upon dozens of tiny, twinkling pieces are strewn across it, tangled in the fibres and buried in the gaps. Jesper pulls a face at it, and here Wylan again sees the subtle dusting along his cheeks.

"Maybe we'll skip the glitter-based decorations next year."

"Maybe not," Wylan shrugs. His fingers sparkle when he lifts them and a soft giggle escapes him. Jesper grins too, low candlelight shining in his dark eyes. He slides his fingers into Wylan's and then, in one quick motion, pulls Wylan into him.

They land on their backs on the carpet, a clash of limbs and clothes and giddy laughter. Wylan's head is reeling and it's not entirely from the amount of wine he's drunk.

(He has never been this happy, ever. He never thought he could be this happy, ever)

He laughs into Jesper's shoulder, taking the opportunity to press some kisses to his neck. Jesper hums contentedly and threads his fingers in Wylan's hair. The movement is gentle, careful, and his body is warm, and Wylan can feel his eyes getting heavy.

"What do you want to happen this year?" Jesper asks quietly.

"I want..." He hesitates. Every year, his resolution was to learn how to read. Then it was to survive. Then he started losing track of years. "I want to spend more time with you. Council is driving me insane. I also want to repaint the bedroom and play the tin whistle again."

"All good things, merchling," Jesper replies. His chest expands as he takes a long breath, his eyes flicking up to the ceiling. Something is brewing in him, Wylan can feel it like a storm in the air. He traces patterns on his chest, looks up and whispers silently that it's okay.

"I'd like to visit Da more," he says. "I don't have to hide from him anymore and now..." He breathes out, long, slow, steady. "Yeah. I want to see him more."

"You will," Wylan nods. Jesper huffs, something between a laugh and a sigh, and he curls his hand around Wylan's. His skin is rough and calloused, his touch gentle and perfect. Wylan has never known anything softer than Jesper's touch.

(Saints, he really can't hold his drink)

Outside the window, a small fizzing sound catches Wylan's attention. It builds, growing louder and faster and higher until it bursts, tinkering almost musically.

"Fireworks!"

With a newfound energy, he jumps off Jesper and rushes to the sofa. Sure enough, far across the garden and above the canal, bursts of red and green and blue flash across the sky, mixing in with each other. The fireworks are both controlled and chaotic, and they're utterly magnificent. He says as much to Jesper when he sits beside him and when Jesper laughs, Wylan doesn't panic. He draws closer to him, links their fingers together.

"There's no-one like you, Wylan," he whispers. He kisses him, setting off different kinds of fireworks. Wylan grins against his mouth, revelling in the taste of his lips and the unmistakable feel of his smile.

"Happy new year, Wylan."

Wylan sighs and rubs his nose against Jesper's.

"Happy new year, Jes."

I love you, he doesn't need to add.

[magicandpizza]

Hiiiiii for the prompts, how about 4 and/or 7 with Wesper?? 😳💕

Hi, thanks for playing! Since there’s not too many this time round, I’ve just done 4. Enjoy!

4. “Open your mouth for me.”

Jesper traces his thumb over Wylan’s full bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me,” he murmurs, breath hitching when Wylan’s pupils visibly dilate as he lets his mouth fall open. “Good.”

A soft whine escapes the back of Wylan’s throat and he shifts where he’s kneeling on the floor, adjusting himself in his trousers. Jesper smirks to himself, the evidence of his boyfriend’s arousal is painfully obvious, and when he leans in to take the head of Jesper’s cock into his mouth, he moans like he’s the one being sucked off.

The sight of him on his knees between Jesper’s spread legs, hard in his trousers, red lips stretched around his cock, almost has Jesper spilling down his throat then and there. Somehow he manages to hold off, instead tangling his fingers in Wylan’s hair and holding him in place so he can thrust shallowly into his mouth.

The noise Wylan makes borders on obscene, his eyes rolling back in his head before scrunching closed completely. His fingers flex where they rest on Jesper’s thighs, the press of nails a sharp contradiction to the wet warmth surrounding Jesper’s cock.

Wylan hollows his cheeks, his eyes flickering open to glance briefly upwards, and whatever he sees on Jesper’s face has him squirming in place. A few flicks of his tongue and an embarrassingly short time later and Jesper is tugging at his hair as he comes down his throat, barely managing to catch a breath before Wylan is crawling into his lap and all but shoving Jesper’s hand down his trousers.

[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

[aphroditestummyrolls]

You know what it’s gonna be babyyyyyy, ✨engagement series✨seriously need some wesper being stupidly in love to cheer me up from the post-Into the Fold blues ❤️

My friend!!! Sorry that everything’s taking so long, but here’s a little ditty that goes a little over the word limit ❤️ Hope Into the Fold was a blast!

Jesper hummed, chuckling as he nearly toppled into bed. His lips smiled into Wylan’s as he kissed him, that long-fingered, gun-calloused hand cupping his cheek and reeling him in. The merchling couldn’t help grinning back, the slightly giddy, effervescent joy too much to contain. He let himself be guided down to the pillows— it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be. Where would he rather be than right there? In Jesper’s arms, in their bed, their room, their home—

Their home.

Wylan deepened the kiss. Jesper growled, rolling them playfully into the pillows, sheets rumpling under them. The press of his nose against the underside of Wylan’s jaw had him giggling, his nails raking along the sinewy muscle of Jesper’s back— just enough to make him shiver.

Their legs tangled together in the blankets, and Wylan felt like the entire world outside of the drapes had fallen away.

When Jes reluctantly pulled back, their chests were heaving, a thin sheen of sweat on their freshly cleaned skin. Wylan stroked idly over the light pink lines he’d scored into his boyfriend’s back. The skin was so soft there, the muscle shifting languorously as Jesper wound his arms tighter around him, wedged between the merchling’s back and the give of the mattress.

Jesper snuggled into his chest, cheek smushing against his pec as he looked up at him with fluttery eyelashes and a dopey grin.

“As fun as this is, I’m not so sure you want to ruin all our efforts to get clean.” Still, he kissed the skin over his heart, and Wylan felt everything in him melt a little.

“I just want to be close to you.”

It came out without thinking— from the honey-sweet warmth of their bath, the comfort of their home, the flutter of Jesper’s heart beating with his own, pressed flush and kissed breathless. He didn’t consider the words, they seemed to flow right through him. Out into their shared corner of the world.

Jesper blinked. “You okay, Wy?”

It was a little blunt, yeah. “Yeah, yes… Sorry, I–”

“No apologies, Love, it’s not like I don’t- y’know, or like we don’t tell each other… I’m glad that you’re telling me what you want, I guess. Is what I’m trying to say. But, you’ve been a little… swishy lately?”

Wylan couldn’t help the way his surprised laugh barked into the quiet room. “Swishy?”

“Yeah! Yeah, like you’re not all there— you’re a little quiet, a little distant, even when you’re right there, you’re… swishy.” The arms around his back squirmed, wriggling out from under him as his boyfriend started to sit back, and Wylan couldn’t do anything but take his hand.

“I hadn’t really noticed, I’m sorry. I’ve just been thinking a lot.”

That seemed to soothe Jesper, at least a little. Wylan kissed the knuckles of the hand in his, and reeled him back in to lay on the pillow beside him. His sharpshooter looped his arm around him, and something restless settled back down in his chest.

“What’ve you been thinking so hard about, then?”

You, he thought, us, the way I’ve never been so happy in my whole life as I am with you, no matter where we are. And I never, ever want it to stop.

He shrugged. “Just that I’m happy. Well, I’ve been happy for a long time, but now I’m comfortable. I don’t feel my father’s presence here anymore. It’s just…” you can’t do it now, don’t give it away, “I have you to thank for that. The renovations, the redecorating, just being here—“

When he dared to look up from their joined hands, he utterly lost his train of thought. Jesper was backlit by the amber light of their bedside lamp, charcoal grey eyes sparkling, with a single curl mussed out of the satin kerchief.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you? For living in a luxurious merch mansion and doing my best to be a shadow of the type of partner you deserve? Wy—“

“You’re perfect, Jes.” It was a bit much, maybe, but Wylan couldn’t stop the words. “My life is so much better with you in it, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if I had to live every moment over again.”

YEET. Hopefully, this little story will be up in full soon. Hope you enjoyed ❤️ thanks for playing!

[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.

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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 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, Odysseus ✨✨

[manikas-whims]

My Aesthetic Moodboards

in no particular order..

Books

Six of Crows

1: Kanej AU: Vampire & Priestess

2: Kanej AU: Adventurers

3: Kanej AU: Vigilantes

4: Kanej Modern AU: Fake Dating

5: Kanej: SoC themed board

6: Helnik AU: Ball

7: Helnik AU: Jealousy

8: Helnik AU: Red Riding Hood & Big Bad Wolf

9: Wesper AU: Fake Dating

10: Wesper: SoC themed board

11: Kanej AU: Co-CEOs

12: Kanej AU: Jack & Sally

13: Kanej AU: Orpheus & Eurydice

14: Kanej AU: Pride and Prejudice

15: Kanej AU: Lucifer

16: Kanej AU: Midnight Date

17: Kanej AU: Dockworker & Suli Acrobat

18: Kanej: Post Crooked Kingdom

19: Kanej AU: Tangled

20: Kanej AU: Batman & Catwoman

21: Kanej AU: Gomez & Morticia Addams

The Folk of the Air

1. Jude Duarte & Cardan Greenbriar

The Raven Cycle

1. Blue Sargent & Richard Gansey III

Lockwood and Co.

1. Anthony Lockwood

2. Anthony Lockwood & Lucy Carlyle

Anime

1. Kyo Sohma & Tohru Honda

2. Satoru Gojo & Utahime Iori

Manhwa/Webtoon

Lookism

1. Jake Kim/Kim Gimyeong

2. Vin Jin/Jin Hobin & Mary Kim/Kim Miru

Games

Love and Deepspace

1: Xavier

Miscellaneous

1. Goncharov (1973)

header and divider by @saradika

🚧 under construction 🚧

[crowpricorn]

Hi, I saw your ask game post! Could you maybe do 1 and/ or 15 for wesper? :)

questions

1: good morning, 15: passionately

hi!! of course, thanks for asking & I hope you enjoy it🥰💗

Jesper doesn't like mornings. He is usually too tired or hungover to particularly enjoy them, it is. He can't help it. Nights have always been for heists and parties and shifts at the Crow Club, pushing himself to his limit. His nights used to last as long as days and his sleep used to come in spurts, a couple of hours here and an half an hour there. What was necessary for him to at least keep standing straight for another day, another game, another defeat. 

But now— Now his nights last as long as they manage to fall into bed in a tangle of bodies holding each other and grounding each other down. It's Jesper telling Wylan fairytales from his childhood so that Wylan manages to sleep. It's Wylan caressing Jesper's back and face, feather-like touches that make him swarm until he is lulled to sleep. 

Their nights dance around unwinding from the day — there's no heist or game to play, but they still rule an empire, and it can get on the verge of being too tiring. There's always something to be done — luckily, because for how much he is trying to live slower, Jesper is still Jesper and his body and mind are a storm. 

There's never too much to do, though, that they can't enjoy their nights. Sometimes they crawl back to the Barrel, spend a couple hours with Kaz and the Dregs, drink ale and chant vulgar shanties. Some nights they dance, or paint — Wylan — and practice zowa powers — Jesper. Some other nights it's soothing baths and laying on the sofa in front of the fire telling each other about their day. Communicating their hearts away, which is something Jesper is still getting used to and that Wylan requests from his partner — and rightfully so: communication makes their hardships look easier and their bad days turn into chances to better themselves. It's still impossibly hard to get all vulnerable and bare, even with Wylan — even for Wylan — but Jesper tries. 

Most nights, anyways, they fall into bed well before the day has completely ended. Jesper remembers that back in the day his nights would start around one bell in the dead of night: gangs meetings, brawls, gambling dens to try and hope not to be kicked out of, pretty people to flirt with and then run away from when they showed interest back. Running and running all the time, all the night, away from his Da and responsibilities and duties. Away from himself.

Nights are not so long and desperate now. They are for sleep and they are for peace. Sometimes they are for love, also, because Jesper likes to plead — beg — for Wylan to push him around, hold him close, kiss him senseless, and Wylan loves to push Jesper around, hold him close, kiss him senseless — until he writhes and gasps and Wylan smirks his devilish, sexy smirk that has Jesper's knees go weak. 

So — Jesper's nights are good, great even. And sleep full. Which means that, for once in his life in Ketterdam, he can bring himself to enjoy mornings — like he did when he was a kid at the frontier, waking at dawn to help Da with the cattle and Ma with the hens and house chores. When he would challenge the rooster into who woke first and then woke the rest of the house. When he would love to sit on the roof and look at the sun wake way later than the lots of them. 

It's winter now, which means that the streets of Ketterdam are battered in rain and that it's freezing cold — like it had never been in Novyi Zem. Their bedroom is usually warm, because Wylan adds some kind of chemical steam to the room that makes the air warmer than what a fire would accomplish. Without ruining the walls with the blacks of smoke, even. 

Nonetheless, Jesper wakes earlier than he would have liked to, feeling his body freeze from the exposure to the bare air of five bells in the morning. Wylan has huddled all the covers for himself — again, and somehow he pushed Jesper out of them even though they had fallen asleep entangled into a tight, warm embrace. 

Jesper would wake Wylan up and share a piece of his mind — really, he would! He's learning how to communicate his needs after all. But the sight of his beautiful, gorgeous boyfriend sleeping so peacefully makes him halt. 

Wylan is not as restless as Jesper on a daily basis. He knows when to slow down and he has ways to take time for himself: when he plays and songwrites, when he paints and when he has tea with his Mum. When he snuggles close to Jesper for cuddles, even when Jesper is busy reading the ledger or letters to him. He knows how to slow down, but his mind is always caught into something, trying to unknot new edges and possibilities, trying to understand more of this or that. There's often an adorable divot between his brows, caused by too much concentration and stubbornness. 

Right now, his face is as peaceful as possible, all distended into a relaxed sleep. Jesper takes his time to watch the way his copper-golden curls fall around his apple shaped face. He observes the shape of his brows and eyes, his button nose, his full lips, a bit pouty even in his sleep. The splotches of freckles dotting the expanse of his skin in galaxies, the line of his jaw and his ears — pierced, both of them, and that's something that sends Jesper (and the Merchant Council, for that matter) insane. For two completely different reasons. His reason is that his boyfriend is hot. And beautiful. 

And he is still clinging to all the covers while Jesper is out of them in a pair of loose trousers and no shirt, freezing. 

"Wy," he murmurs, sliding closer and trying to struggle his way under the covers — but Wylan has them hugged too tight to his chest for this to work. Jesper huffs, and he starts pestering Wylan's smooth skin with goopy kisses. "Wy," he repeats, firmer. 

Wylan starts stirring, brows furrowing before he even opens his eyes, and Jesper doubles his kissing effort, until Wylan grumbles and pushes him away with a firm, strong hand on Jesper's chest. Jesper goes like jelly — like he always does whenever Wylan shoves him around like that — but at least it gives him the desired result of waking Wylan up. 

"Wha'?" Wylan asks, voice hoarse from sleep. Jesper moans lowly at that and wow, peachy: another Wylan Van Eck thing to add to the list I love every part of my boyfriend and I am, maybe, also horny for every bit of him. 

"Sweetheart," Jesper says, leaning closer again. "You snatched all the blankets for yourself."

Wylan's eyes snap open, and Jesper is blinded by the intense, raw blue of those gems, even in the dim, dark gray morning light. 

"Mh," Wylan mumbles. "Come here then and make me warmer," he says, like he is the one that has been freezing for the Saints know how many hours, and not the other way around. Jesper listens anyway, scooting closer and under the covers, moaning at the sensation of warmth enveloping him — of Wylan's body pressing against his and urging him closer, stealing all the warmth off him, but also sharing it back in earnest. 

"You should tell me when I steal your covers," Wylan whispers, and his breath lands directly on Jesper's neck, making him writhe closer to his boyfriend. 

"I did as soon as I woke up," he promises. 

Wylan nods, eyes still open and set on Jesper. It's not even six bells in the morning, but they are now awake, which means that going back to sleep is near impossible. Not after their relaxing bath and mind-blowing sex from the night before — surely not after sleeping for more than seven hours already. 

Jesper leans his face level with Wylan's and presses his lips against his boyfriend's. "Good morning gorgeous," he says, already retreating back so that they can get comfortable until they are ready to get up. But Wylan surges forward and captures Jesper's lips into a proper, warm, slow kiss that makes him melt against Wylan's chest. 

The thing is — mornings used to be cold, and lonely. Mornings were part of the night until the heist or dice game was not ever, and waking time fell between two to three bells in the afternoons. When he slept. 

Now mornings are this: slow and tender, warm. He gets to watch Wylan and to revel in the warmth of his embrace. He gets to snuggle close and to brush their noses together and to kiss him awake. He gets this: Wylan kissing him passionately, a bit biting, until they are both breathless with a different, more urgent kind of warmth. 

Wylan shifts, straddling Jesper with his smooth thighs and kissing him into the mattress, pinning his wrists above his head with a hand. 

"We still have some time before we have to get up," Wylan says, heat entangled into his words. He smiles, full of mirth, brows cocked devilishly — and Jesper can do nothing else but smile back, raise his head up for another kiss, let Wylan have his way with him. 

Mornings are really something he looks forward to, now, willing to sleep earlier than his body would request just for this: whatever kind of closeness he and Wylan choose to share at the dawn of a new day — be it holding each other and talking their way until the sun raises, or kissing softly and still sleepy. Or Wylan leaving a trail of kisses down Jesper's body and promising him the world — "It's still early, we can go slow," he says. And Jesper thanks the Saints for early mornings.