#wesper parents

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Jesper: So my kid just asked me if Santa was real. Hes 9 now so I told him no but that it’s still fun to pretend

Jesper: I asked him who he thinks really puts all the gifts under the tree…This boy looked me right in the eye and said: THE GRINCH 😭😭

[nerdlingmerchling]

Inej was in a far better mood than her husband, and was already sitting on the couch, pouring herself a warm cup of tea. “I heard the baby’s going to be born soon,” she told Wylan, who sat across from her in a velvet upholstered armchair by the fireplace.

He accepted her silent offer for a refill. “Yes. Jes and I are both very excited and a bit nervous too.”

“I can only imagine.” She handed him his cup and saucer, along with a cube of sugar and a lemon slice. “Have you thought of a name yet? It's going to be a boy, right?

“Yes, at least the healer thinks so.” Wylan dropped the sugar and lemon in his cup and stirred. “And Jesper suggested we call him Milo.”

Kaz and Inej both burst into laughter, which, in Kaz’s case, was a startling vision. “Did I say something funny?” Wylan asked, his eyes traveling back and forth between his two friends, absolutely clueless as to what might have caused this reaction.

“What did I miss?” Jesper asked, walking into the parlor, carrying a platter of cookies, cakes, and other delicacies. “Something hilarious, apparently,” he commented, putting it down on the coffee table.

“Like the goat, Jesper?” Kaz asked, still sniggering. “You want to name your child after a goat?”

Wylan frowned. “What goat? What's going on, Jes?” He looked pointedly at his husband. “Is there something you failed to tell me?”

With a nervous quirk to his mouth, Jesper sat down next to Wylan and took both his hands into his. “Listen, Wylan, my love, my blossom, the light of my life,” he began, in a clear ploy to keep Wylan in good dispositions. (...)

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[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Imagine if when it came time to name Wesper Kid and Jesper suggests Milo without thinking and Wylan is like ‘YOU WANT TO NAME OUR SON AFTER YOUR GOAT BOYFRIEND?!!’

I feel like this is a very niche topic, but my current favourite type of six of crows fanfic are the one where Wylan is jealous of this 'milo' fellow that Jesper keeps singing praises for ages, thinking Milo is Jesper's past boyfriend, just to find out that Milo is actually a goat 😭

[shaunashipman]

Jesper Fahey & Wylan Van Eck ↳Book to Screen

↳@lgbtqcreators bingo | Literature & Romance

[jazzkrebber]

Kaz Brekker may not have needed a reason, but he always had one. it was always Inej

[manikas-whims]

26/02/2024: Nina and Matthias’s son asks Kaz if he’s a bad person

“Uncle Kaz, are you a bad person?”

They were walking down the bustling streets of Little Ravka.

Unsurprisingly his four year-old nephew, Soren, had acquired the same love for waffles as his mother. From his father, had merely acquired the sparkling blue eyes which he weaponized quite a lot whenever he needed to coax Kaz into doing his bidding.

And so, after ignoring Soren’s adorable pleas and big, blue, sparkling eyes for hours, Kaz had agreed to take him out for a snack. As such, they were heading towards this famous local diner in the area to try some ravkan-styled waffles.

Kaz had expected the child to show his excitement over it. Expected the little one to constantly persuade him into buying delectable sweets on their way. But questions about his morality were the last thing he had imagined. And from a child at that.

“Why do you ask?” He spoke in an even tone.

The child replied without a beat. “Cause a lot of people in Fee-eda say so.”

“I see.”

It’d been years since the Ice Court Heist. Despite never being able to prove it, there was a common tale spread around the Fjerdan folk about a sinister Demjin named Kaz Brekker who had come from the land of Kerch and broke down the formidable walls of the Ice Court using his dark powers. That he had peeled off his gloves inside the court and cast a sinister enchantment with the devious motions of his fingers to corrupt the sacred tree. That he was a mad man who had stolen the Shu child on a whim, and then decided to sell him off to the highest bidding nation for further entertainment.

“Wanna know what I think?” Soren asked, waving his hands in excitement.

Kaz smirked. “I honestly don’t care but you’ll tell me anyway, won’t you?”

The boy giggled. “I will! I will!”

“Well..?” Kaz waited patiently, both gloved hands now resting on his crow head cane.

“I think you’re a good person.”

The words stupefied Kaz more than they should have.

“And what makes you believe so?” He asked. He was expecting some sort of innocent and childlike response such as: because you spoil me with candy, because you show me magic or because you defend me when Papa gets mad.

The boy however, tilted his head, cheeks puffing up as he collected his thoughts and formulated a response.

“Because Aunt Inej likes you.”

Once more Kaz was left stunned. And a little flustered by the child’s words. He could only hope no one else heard it for the mere idea of someone liking Dirtyhands could stir the entire barrel with some spicy rumors. And he would not want to deal with them when his little nephew was around.

Soren’s eyes twinkled as he went on. “Aunt Inej likes me too! And, and..she told me she only likes good people. So that means Uncle Kaz is good too!”

“Alright then, ” Kaz coughed to compose himself and offered a gloved hand for the boy to hold. “Let’s get you those damned waffles.”

Soren bounced with joy at that and accepted the proffered hand as they continued their walk.

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[sweetsault]

One day after taking over another ship Inej finds a baby lynx there in the hold

The cub was probably taken on board to be sold or killed for fur later

Inej gives her a name which means “hope” in Suli

And when the Wraith moors in Ketterdam again Inej shows her to Kaz looking like a proud mother of a 2-year-old

[sparrowmoth]

"It wasn't a bomb, Jes, it was a minor contact explosion. I think you're being a bit dramatic."

"Me?" said Jesper, clearly affronted. "Me?" he repeated, waving his arms at Wylan, who could do little more than lean slightly away from him in the narrow space. "I'm being dramatic?" He scoffed, then shifted a step back to gesture at the shattered porcelain, cracked tiles, and scorched wall in the tight corner at his right. "You blew up our toilet over a spider..."

Wylan crossed his arms and turned away, cheeks red. "It was self-defence," he mumbled. "It bit me in the—" He stopped abruptly, cheeks impossibly redder as his eyes dropped to the floor. "Never mind. I just needed to make sure it was..."

Jesper raised an eyebrow. "Dead?" he suggested, but Wylan didn't answer. He was staring at something in the rubble, breathing starting to quicken. Jesper followed his gaze and saw it just as Wylan all but tackled him into the wall in a bid to reach the door: there was a large brown spider emerging, seemingly unscathed, from between a pile of broken floor tiles.

"Saints, all that and you didn't even manage to kill it?" Jesper called after Wylan, who'd gone scrambling down the hallway. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, then regarded the spider with a tilt of his head. "Doesn't seem fair that I'd kill you now after what you've survived, so come on, hurry up..." Jesper got down on his knees and reached a hand out for the spider to climb on. "Let's get you outside before my dearly beloved can get his hands on more explosives..."

[catdoingblep]

Wylan’s never been heard by someone since his mother was gone.

“I don’t want to be disturbed by any noise”, always reminded his father. “So be quiet, unless you are here to read me something”.

Personnel wasn’t allowed to talk with him, tutors were paid not for listening, Alys mainly was speaking with herself even when she was speaking to someone, all his answers to father’s questions were of no importance because all of them were wrong.

Sometimes it felt like his voice’s beginning to slowly atrophy and it would last until all the things Wylan would be able to say would be only “yes”, “no”, “father” and “sir” in different combinations.

Rarely he was brave enough to talk back only to see some reaction from his father. It never ended well, but sometimes it looked almost like Wylan’s words could scratch his father a bit in exchange for deep scars he left on Wylan.

No one could hear him screaming, crying, and begging.

For years no one had been listening to him and no one heard a splash of water with which he should disappear.

The Barrel was a cacophony of the sounds, clatter, rumbling of dissonant intervals, symphony played by a drunken orchestra on the detuned instruments. Even if Wylan screamed, his voice would dissolve in all this noise.

No one cared enough to listen in the Barrel, and Wylan was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

Not a surprise, Jesper Fahey didn’t remember him.

Jesper Fahey was loud and notable, and even if people didn’t want to listen to him, there was no way to not hear Jesper Fahey. He was like an endless melody played on everything and everyone Jesper touched, even on Wylan himself, a symphony made from gunfire and chime of bijouterie, from laughing and the way other people said his name (never carelessly), from his soothing voice and fingers tapping. Jesper Fahey made him wanting to compose something from all the sounds and made him jealous at the same time.

Wylan thought about what if he was like Jesper. Voice couldn’t be hidden by the closed doors, kicked under the table, voice people couldn’t forget as it never existed.

Jesper Fahey was everything Wylan wasn’t and everything his father would hate from the first sight.Jesper Fahey spoke too much, and Wylan prepared himself to get lost in all that sounds.

It wasn’t a thing that happen.

“You were right”, said Jesper.

“I want to stay with you in front of all the Daturma Ox things to come”, said Jesper.

And all these sounded like “I was listening” and “I will listen”, like “I heard you”, like… It was almost like between the sounds of flute, explosions, splashes of water, and piano music in Appelbroek there was Wylan’s own voice. Voice that Jesper was careful enough to stop and listen.

[bitchthefuck1]

Tearing up also counts as crying.

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Jesper: Bedtime was half an hour ago. Tell me why my 4 year old walked out, bleary eyed and sleepily asked Wy if ‘a duck was a predator’…and why, oh why did my lovely, logical husband answer ‘sometimes’

Jesper: Not getting no sleep tonight

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Wylan: Alright, lets just send our son to play with him, he’ll scare Kaz off easy

Wesper kid: Why am I the sacrificial lamb?!

Jesper: Lambs don’t complain

Jesper: I think the scarecrow you've put on the front lawn isn't working.

Wylan: What do you mean?

Jesper: Kaz is at the door again.

[dreamtigress]

Verbanden & Geesten

Chapters 1 & 2 of Verbanden & Geesten, the 11 story in the Kanej Wensen series, are now up on A03.

This title, Ties & Ghosts, is quite literal as well as metaphorical. I went into some interesting challenges with this story. There's no smut, but plenty of action, emotion, and exploration. I even did my first Wylan POV, plus you get another OC POV. Chapter 3 comes tomorrow, after I comb through it one last time. It was the hardest chapter to produce, and one of the pieces that wrung every last emotion out of me while writing it. I sincerely hope my readers will relish seeing Kaz spend time at his family's farm after nearly a decade.

Summary for V&B:

Kaz deals with waiting for Inej to return, gang politics with the Razorgulls, redecorating his bedroom, getting a tattoo, and a visit to his childhood home. Jesper and Wylan visit the Slat, meet Krai, and help Kaz out with some gang politics, among other things.

See also: Kaz deals with feels, Letter from Nina, Cat Dad Kaz, Krai is adorable, Emotional Support Cat, Wylan POV, Kaz deals with gang stuff, Jesper POV, Gang Dad Kaz, Poem from Inej, Inej wins at gifts, OC POV, Kaz is good with horses, But riding hurts, Jordie’s voice, Ties & Ghosts is actually fairly literal, Visiting one’s past, Battling with PTSD, We never stop fighting.

[conniferab]

Au in which they’re in high school or college or just like to go walking around rich neighborhoods

[demitriacalynn]

How much more do I have to lose for you to finally look at me?

[pistolslinger]

wesper cant have kids bcus any child of theirs would b too smart n charismatic for their own good and kaz would be like 'oh my god the perfect crime machine' and THEN keeping him out of the mansion would be 10x harder than it currently is. like it would be some looney tunes nonsense every day just trying to stop kaz turning that infant into a criminal. jesper would have to trap him in a box and hit the box with a very large and giant hammer