omg!! literally why headcannons for wesper would be amazing!! I love the idea of lee!wylan 😩😭
ahh tysm for asking!!
jesper is the most mischievous lil shit, especially when it comes to his boyfriend, who he just loves to make blush
he finds out that wylan is ticklish pretty early on in their relationship
wylan isn't exactly a stranger to physical intimacy but he's not so used to playful, loving affection, so being tickled isn't the most common experience for him
jesper, on the other hand, grew up in a much more touchy, loving environment and has carried his goofy and affectionate ways throughout his life, with friends and past partners
wylan's laughter consists mostly of high-pitched giggling, wheezing, and snorts - he thinks he sounds ridiculous and tries to muffle all those "embarrassing" sounds
jesper loves his laugh so much
jesper's laugh is much louder and he rarely tries to hide it, he just tosses his head back and cackles, but he snorts sometimes as well, which is the only time he gets flustered by his own laughter
wylan's worst spots are his ears, neck, ribs, and sides - jesper's are his underarms, hips, and thighs
jesper finds great joy in tickling wylan as often as possible
at first, he gets cocky that wylan isn't going to get him back, but wylan has been silently plotting revenge and takes jesper totally off guard with an absolutely evil tickle attack
Summary: Alina and Genya are more than friends. It leads to late night talks and ticklish discoveries. (For Day #2, "Accidental" of Tickletober!! Very small warning for mentions of hickies. Like, just their presence, not the process of giving them. Still, thought I'd mention it.)
Genya’s touch is gentle, barely there as her fingertips ghost Alina’s skin, attempting to tailor away the purple mark that had been kissed onto her collarbone just a few hours before.
“At least I can always erase the marks I leave,” she jokes.
Alina chuckles, shaking her head fondly. “It’s a very useful talent.”
It still fascinates her to watch other Grisha work, to try and pick up on their methods, their skills. Alina is still learning to use her powers, at a much slower rate than she’d like, but Genya is a master of her craft. Of course, Genya had been forced to learn at an unforgiving pace. She had been taken from her family at a young age and made into a servant, rather than being able to explore her gift freely.
Alina knows she wouldn’t trade the childhood she had away from the Little Palace, even for the greatest power imaginable. So, she doesn’t speak her envy aloud, afraid to bring up bad memories for Genya, the girl who had made her feel so welcome when she’d arrived, who protected her from those with cruel intentions. Who fixed her hair and kissed her skin and shared her knowledge with no expectation in return.
Her eyes are focused on Genya’s hands, pale and dainty, not a scar or blemish in sight. She’s watching closely, but it doesn’t prepare her for the sensation as Genya’s well-kept nails swipe across her neck, making her gasp and pull away.
Genya’s blue eyes widened in surprise. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asks.
Heat rises in Alina’s cheeks. “Not at all. It just tickled,” she explains. Normally, she would never admit a weakness so easily. Mal is the only person who knows that she’s ticklish, the only person to ever exploit it. But she trusts Genya, and realizes that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if Genya were to use the knowledge against her.
But Genya only smiles fondly, and tucks some of Alina’s dark hair behind her ear. “Cute,” she says. “I’d explore this further, but you have training to attend, and this bruise hasn't fully faded.”
“I’m sure it could pass for an injury,” Alina replies.
“Everyone here loves to gossip. Even if it were an injury, they’d still be placing bets on who gave it to you,” she says. With a few more fluid motions of her fingers, the hickey is gone.
“There we go. All better.”
Alina smiles. “Thank you.”
“Of course. Though, next time, perhaps I should do that somewhere out of sight, so you can keep it,” Genya practically whispers, grinning. “To remember me by, of course.”
Alina laughs, both flattered and embarrassed. “Perhaps you should,” she replies.
After a long day of training, Alina returns to her room, exhausted and defeated. Time and time again, she’s failed to use her powers unless The Darkling amplifies her. It’s disheartening, and at times, humiliating. While some revere her as a Saint, those who watch her work know she is nothing of the sort.
As she sits, restless in her quarters, she finds that her mind will not settle, and throws on a robe, in search of the one person who listens without judgment, the person who will kiss her worries away.
Genya’s expression softens the moment Alina enters, easily sensing her frustration. She beckons Alina into her arms and hugs her tightly.
“Bad day?” she asks.
“Terrible,” Alina replies. “Baghra is so disappointed in me. Everyone is.”
“I’m not disappointed in you at all,” Genya replies. “I think you’re brilliant.”
Alina scoffs. “Please, you have to say that. You’re my…” she trails off, unsure of what exactly they are. Friends, who sometimes sneak off to do the sorts of things that friends certainly don’t do?
Genya interrupts before she can settle on a word. “I don’t have to say anything. Power doesn’t come to fruition in a day. You’ve had a late start. You’ve spent so long suppressing it, denying it. It’s no wonder it struggles to come out, even now.”
She strokes Alina’s cheek. “Everyone here has struggled with their power. Nadia, me, even The Darkling himself. I believe you will be an incredibly talented, powerful Grisha one day. But for now, you just need practice.”
Alina leans into her touch happily, smiling beneath the praise. “How do you always know what to say?”
“I’ve got brains as well as beauty,” Genya replies easily, and they both laugh.
Alina feels lighter now. Like the weight of her day has been lifted, and she sighs, leaning into Genya’s arms and resting her head upon her shoulder. The comfortable silence is soon interrupted as Genya reaches up to run a single finger down the side of Alina’s neck, making her giggle and scrunch up.
“It wasn’t an accident this time,” the redhead teases, and Alina squeals as Genya finds each sensitive spot along her body, from neck to knee. The encouraging words mixed with familiar, playful affection leaves Alina’s day feeling like more of a success than a failure by the time she heads back to her room, flushed cheeks and a few new bruises, hidden beneath her clothes this time.
