Weak kisses in the morning in bed, when they're barely awake.
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“Mhh”, Wylan grumbled when he felt the blanket slipping away, so he quickly reached out a hand to pull it back up. It was cold outside and still dark, no need to get up right now, especially when he was still tired, and there was a warm body pressed against his back, one arm slung around his middle to hold him tight.
“You alright?” Jesper’s voice was quiet in the darkness of the room, gravelly from sleep, and Wylan knew that he wasn’t completely awake as well.
“Yeah, just a bit cold.” That alone prompted Jesper to pull Wylan even closer, press his nose against the back of his neck. Goosebumps spread from the spot where Wylan’s nose touched him - the good kind of goosebumps, not from the cold, but from how good it felt. “Get some more sleep.”
“Mhh don’t know if I can.” Jesper’s voice was vibrating against Wylan’s skin, making him shiver ever so slightly. “Gotta warm you up again.” His hand slipped beneath Wylan’s sleep shirt, fanning out over his stomach, drawing circles into his skin with his thumb. Jesper’s lips replaced his nose, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.
“You’re already doing that.” Wylan sighed softly, his eyes drifting shut again. To be quite honest, he couldn’t really tell how late it was, if it was still night time or early morning. Most days, Ketterdam stayed quite dark, especially in winter, but since they had no appointments today, they could stay in bed as long as they wanted. “You’re a whole furnace.”
“Is this your way of telling me that I’m hot?” Jesper murmured against Wylan’s shoulder, and he could hear and feel the smile in his voice, before another kiss was pressed against his shirt-clad shoulder.
“Well, that’s not a secret.” Opening his eyes again so they could adjust to the darkness in the room, Wylan carefully turned around in Jesper’s arms, throwing his leg over Jesper’s to be even closer to him. His right hand found its way on Jesper’s belly, thumb slowly stroking back and forth while he reached his left one up to cup the back of his head. “But you’re also warming me up pretty nicely.” Slowly, he stroked his thumb right behind Jesper’s ear, beneath it, then back up, repeating the motion, because he knew how much Jesper enjoyed this. It had an almost calming effect on him, not that he needed it right now, but the deep sigh that fell from his lips was music to Wylan’s ears.
“Good. Can’t let you freeze,” Jesper mumbled, still with a smile on his lips. There was something else he wanted to do, though, something better than talking, and so he brushed his lips over Wylan’s. Just a soft, short kiss, nothing more, but enough to warm him up from the inside. Both of them actually.
Jesper’s hand slipped onto his back, further upwards and between his shoulder blades, feeling his sleep warm skin. With the other hand, he slowly carded through Wylan’s curls, before tracing his fingertips along the shell of his ear, his neck, to his shoulder. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling into the next kiss Wylan bestowed upon him. There was no heat behind them, neither of them initiating anything more for once, just the simple act of kissing each other. Languid, lazy, weak kisses that still managed to make Jesper’s heart beat a little faster, because he loved the man in his arms so much.
At one point, Wylan only managed to kiss the corner of Jesper’s lips, then his cheek, and Jesper wasn’t sure whether it was on purpose or not, but when Wylan’s head lulled a little against his own, he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling.
“Get some more sleep, darling.”
“Mhm.” A weak attempt to protest on Wylan’s part. Jesper ignored this more or less, hugged him tighter yet again and turned onto his back, pulling Wylan half on top of himself so that his head was laying on Jesper’s chest. There was no sign of protest anymore, quite the contrary, when Wylan pressed even more against him, his own hand halfway tucked beneath his head.
Jesper watched him for a moment before he lifted his head to place a gentle kiss on Wylan’s hair. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was, but this wasn’t some kind of dream anymore. When he woke up - properly woke up - Wylan would still be there.
Summary: Wylan is always doing things with his hands, and it makes Jesper’s find wander. (Based on a lovely prompt by @nhasablogg!! Thank you so much for the idea!! Hope y’all enjoy!!)
It’s stupid, really.
Jesper feels like a fool for even noticing it, let alone caring. But falling head-over-heels for Wylan has proven to make him quite a fool, and he isn’t necessarily complaining.
It’s just…Ever since he saw Wylan first play piano, he can’t stop watching the chemist’s hands. If the musical skill was not already attractive, something about the graceful, fluid way that Wylan’s fingers moved was captivating…And, extremely flustering.
Because even when he isn’t playing the piano or the flute, Wylan’s fingers are always moving. When he’s thinking deeply, he wiggles his fingers in the air like he’s plucking imaginary strings.
And, it’s so stupid, because Jesper normally never gets flustered like this, but lately, he can’t stop thinking about those fingers and what they could do to him. (Get your mind out of the gutter.)
No, it’s sillier than that, and Jesper wants to slide down off his seat and hide under the club’s bar for the rest of the evening as he watches Wylan tap out a rhythm on the table, fingers quick and deliberate.
And Jesper really wants to drag him upstairs and beg to be tickled, because that’s the sort of foolish thoughts that Wylan has put in his head.
“Are you alright?” Wylan asks, startling Jesper out of his thoughts. “You’re…quiet.”
“Am I not allowed to be quiet?” Jesper asks, a little too defensively.
“I mean, you just never are. Quiet, that is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go so long without saying a word.”
Jesper knows that Wylan isn’t going to drop this until he fesses up, but he would rather go up against a rival gang without his guns than say it out loud.
“Do you want to get out of here? I mean, it’s not like Kaz needs us for anything tonight…” he says, trying to seem casual. “We could…Head upstairs?”
Wylan’s eyebrows raise at the suggestion, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’d like that.”
They head up the steps and into Jesper’s room, their room, and once the door is shut, their lips are locked together. They fumble back towards the bed, sitting perched on the edge of it, fumbling to shed their jackets and toss them onto the floor.
“So, this is what you were thinking about, hm?” Wylan asks, his voice soft and breathy.
“I’m always thinking about this,” Jesper replies. “Your mouth, those blushing cheeks, your hands—”
“You’ve been watching my hands lately,” Wylan interrupts.
Jesper’s flirtatious tone fades, and he feels his own face flush. He’s been caught. Well, sort of. Wylan probably assumes that it's something sexual, which is definitely a factor, but this feels more embarrassing to admit. Sex is familiar, it comes easily to Jesper (no pun intended), but vulnerability and honesty is a little more difficult.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you out on it,” Wylan says when Jesper goes quiet. “I just noticed it, I thought it was cute.”
Jesper scoffs, but he’s smiling. “You’re the cute one here. I’m not upset that you mentioned it, it’s just…The reason is silly.”
“Silly? You, Jesper Fahey, silly? I can’t believe it.”
“Ha ha, very funny. But, uh…I guess I’ve just noticed that you move your hands a lot when you’re thinking. Like you’re playing a song on the piano. It’s very endearing, by the way, but it just made me think that…Well, I guess I just realized that I tickle you all the time, and you’ve never really done it back. And when you do that with your fingers, it sort of looks like…”
“Like they’d tickle?” Wylan supplies.
Jesper’s face burns. “Yeah, I guess.”
Wylan chuckles, but it isn’t condescending or judgemental. “That’s adorable, Jes. If you wanted me to tickle you so badly, you could have just asked.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say—Wait, Wy—!”
He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before Wylan has pushed him back against the bed, those fingers that had been taunting him for so long finally on his sides, scribbling up and down in a way that already has Jesper howling.
“Wait? It sounds like you’ve been waiting for this,” Wylan teases. “But I must say, your laugh is much prettier than any instrument.”
“You’re a sahap!” Jesper cries, squirming wildly against the mattress. It’s been a while since anyone has properly done this to him. Sure, the occasional one-night-stand had found a sensitive spot and gotten a few giggles out of him, and Inej sometimes poked his belly and ribs to either get his attention or shut him up.
Wylan is really good at this, which Jesper once again blames on musical talent. Why would a normal person need such dainty, dexterous fingers, if not to play pretty music, or to tickle their boyfriend into hysterics?
“Is this living up to your imagination?” Wylan asks, and although he’s grinning, there’s sincerity in the question.
Jesper just nods, unable to form coherent words between giggling, as Wylan has found the terribly sensitive spot by his hip bones.
“Good, I’m glad. I’ll have to do this more often, since it’s occupying so much of your mind.”
Jesper whines, throwing a dramatic hand over his face, but he doesn’t protest. Honestly, he likes the sound of that. When his body has grown too tired to squirm, Wylan’s touch slows to a stop, before leaning down to kiss Jesper’s flushed cheek.
“You are absolutely adorable,” he says.
“Quiet,” Jesper replies, breathless. “Let me hold you, you master of all things musical, explosive, and ticklish.”
Wylan’s laugh is bright and bubbly as he snuggles into Jesper’s arms, face buried in the crook of his neck. “I’d be happy to make you laugh like that more often, just so you know.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed…As long as I can still return the favor,” he adds, tweaking Wylan’s side, who responds with a squeak.
“Fine,” he replies, trying and failing to sound exasperated by it.
“Ugggh. Nope. Can’t do it. Doomed mission. Give up time.”
Wylan looks up from whatever demo-related concoction he’d been looking after on the table and lifts off his goggles, fixes Jesper with a playful but decidedly unimpressed look. “I’ve never known Jesper Fahey to walk away from long odds, have you?”
Jesper pockets the stupid lump of metal he’d been attempting to fashion into a spoon and points an accusatory finger. “It’s no fair using that against me. I’m in distress, I’m in need.”
“Hm. In need of what?”
“Um… kisses?”
Wylan huffs a laugh. “Are you asking me?”
“Would you just—” he breaks off into a sigh. This is ridiculous, Jesper thinks. Twenty-three years on this earth and he still can’t do what most Fabrikators can manage by less than half that age. It’s absurd. He wants to shoot something; he doesn’t think it will help.
Wylan is in front of him before Jesper really registers that he’s moved from his work bench at all. His hands move lightly up to Jesper’s face and pull him into a sweet kiss. Jesper wraps his arms around Wylan and feels his tense muscles start to relax at the proximity. He wants to give into it. He tries to override his frustration at his abilities with the feeling of Wylan, and he’s almost successful. He sighs again, louder, and lets his head fall onto Wylan’s shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut. “This is impossible.”
“It’s not impossible,” Wylan says, but there’s sympathy behind the words, and a comforting and quiet kind of understanding. “It’ll take time.”
“I might lose my mind by then, honestly. I wasn’t made for this kind of quiet concentration.”
“You’re just rusty, it’ll come.”
“What does that even mean, rusty?” Jesper asks, not really expecting an answer but unsurprised when one is given anyway.
“Well, when iron or certain alloys are exposed to large enough quantities of oxygen and moisture over time, the oxygen and metal oxidise to create surface corrosion.”
“So, you’re saying I’m soggy metal?”
“No, that’s not at all what I’m saying—”
“Washed up metal, then—”
“—Jes, I’m not saying any of that.”
“I know.” Jesper lifts his head, drums his fingers against the dip of Wylan’s waist, but doesn’t move beyond that. “But why does it have to be so hard? Nina’s always going on about how Grisha using their powers makes them healthier, and energised, and all that, but I just feel like—like—” He shrugs.
“It’s a joke, because when you want to get rid of rust you use—”
“I know it’s what you use to get rid of rust!” Jesper insists. Then he laughs, because everything is ridiculous for completely different reasons now. Wylan smiles proudly at him, clearly pleased with himself for making Jesper laugh.
“You think you’re funny,” Jesper teases, shaking his head. His plan may have worked, in all honesty, because with Wylan this close it's impossible to feel as gloomy as he did before, failed spoon attempts or no. Kissing him is better than any trip to the tables, and considerably more rewarding, too.
“No, you think I’m funny, clearly, since—”
Jesper kisses him, and whatever Wylan had been about to say, it escapes in a breathy little noise that Jesper can feel against his lips. Wylan’s hands reach around to cup the back of Jesper’s neck, pulling him even closer, and Jesper follows. It goes on like that in the middle of the workshop, until Jesper’s neck starts to hurt a little from the odd angle and he pulls away.
“What do you say we take this to the bed?”
Wylan nods eagerly, recapturing Jesper’s mouth and nipping at his bottom lip. Jesper decides the easiest way to get to the bed without stopping is to just reach around and pick Wylan up and carry him. Wylan startles only a little, before his legs tangle with Jesper’s and find purchase, kissing back just as fiercely as Jesper. Jesper walks them back to the bed in the corner and deposits Wylan onto it, crawling on after him.
“Admit it, you like my chemistry metaphors,” Wylan mumbles. Tossing off his goggles and already starting to work off the buttons of his vest.
“Maybe I just like you.”
Wylan pinks a little, smile turning softer. “Well, that’s”—he arches up to kiss Jesper again, humming into it—“that counts too.”
Summary: my take on the van Eck reveal with Show!Wesper
Word Count: 2104
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, mention of Jan van Eck's shitty parenting
“Do you think I'd give up?
That this might've shook the love from me
Or that I was on the brink?
How could you think, darlin', I'd scare so easily?” - Francesca, Hozier
~
“Are there any questions?” Kaz turned towards the three Crows sitting behind him.
Nina raised her hand and said, “Yeah, I’ve got one. Who’s the job for?”
“The Merchant Council. Specifically Jan Van Eck.”
“The Merchant Council?” Jesper scoffed. “They’re not gonna pay up.”
“They will,” Kaz stated. “Because we have insurance.”
“Insurance?” Nina asked.
Kaz turned his gaze on Wylan. “Jan Van Eck’s son. Everyone, Wylan Van Eck.”
Wylan felt the world crash around him. He knew people were talking, but it all sounded like they were underwater. Wylan had known, of course, that Kaz had known who he was. Who his father was. But he had assured Wylan he wouldn’t tell anyone his secret. Amidst the panic unfurling in Wylan’s chest, there was burning anger. His eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly as he leveled his gaze at Kaz.
“Fuck you,” he hissed out before jumping up from his stool, knocking it down in the process. He knew Nina and Jesper were watching him, but he didn’t care. He needed to get away from the suddenly too stuffy bar. He pushed through the door connecting the club to the Slat and rushed up the stairs to the room he now shared with Jesper.
Wylan slammed the door behind him and began pacing, muttering to himself. But he wasn’t alone for long.
~
Jesper’s head was swirling with emotions: shock, betrayal, anger. Anger towards Kaz, anger towards Wylan. How could they keep this from him? After Wylan’s abrupt departure, Jesper followed after him, not hearing anything Kaz was saying to him.
He pushed open the door to the shared room and found Wylan pacing.
“Wylan.”
He spun around. “Jes-”
“You lied to me.”
Wylan looked shocked. Jesper scoffed internally. Why should he look so upset when he’s the one who lied?
“I never lied to you,” Wylan said, taking a step closer to Jesper.
“Oh, no? Because from where I stand, this feels like a pretty big fucking lie! What, did you not trust me?”
“No, Jesper, you know I trust you-” Suddenly they were both yelling.
“Then why wouldn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to, I just-” He cut himself off, his eyes becoming glassy.
“When, Wylan? When were you going to tell me? When were you going to tell me that your father is one of the richest Merchers in Ketterdam?” When Wylan didn’t answer, Jesper scoffed and shook his head. “What are you even doing in the Barrel? Why would you choose to be here when you could go back to a big mansion on Gildenstraat?”
Wylan’s posture straightened and he took a deep breath. Definitely a Merch, Jesper thought bitterly.
“You don’t know what it was like in that house, Jesper. No one chooses life in the Barrel.” And with that, Wylan walked out of the room, slamming the still-open door behind him. The door slammed so hard the oil lamp on the bedside table rattled dangerously.
Jesper huffed and flopped down on the bed.
~
Jesper was languishing in his room, twirling his revolvers around. He was still angry- no scratch that, he was still furious, at Wylan for keeping such a big secret. He was also mad at Kaz for not telling him earlier. But he was thinking. It just didn’t make sense. Why would Wylan be in the Barrel if his father was one of the most influential men on the Council?
Ketterdam’s never really felt like home to me.
What was Wylan’s childhood like? Was it really so bad he felt unloved? He thought about the look in Wylan’s eyes when Jesper found out he couldn’t read, the fear that radiated off of him. He thought about Wylan’s tendency to flinch at loud, sudden movements, like the yelling common around the Barrel or the thump of Kaz hitting his cane against a table. He thought about how Wylan panicked any time his neck was touched.
He was missing something. Something huge.
Jesper was also starting to get worried. Night was falling and Wylan still had not returned to their room. Jesper may be angry, but he still cared about the younger man. What if he went back to his father’s house? What if he got jumped in the street? What if another gang attacked him? What if-
“Jesper.”
He jolted at the sound, but relaxed when he saw who had called his name. “Inej!” She was standing by his window, leaning against the sill. Jesper took three big strides across the room and wrapped her in a hug. “When did you get in?”
“This morning,” she replied. “Kaz had me running errands all day. Otherwise I would have dropped by sooner.”
Jesper’s hands fell back to his sides. “I’m assuming he caught you up on this new job?”
“He did.” She took a seat on the bed. “I know you’re angry, but you have to talk to him.”
“Who, Kaz?” Inej shot him a look. Jesper sighed and sunk onto the bed next to her. “You knew? Stupid question, of course you knew.”
Inej glanced to the side before saying, “Kaz had me tail him for a while, when he first surfaced in the Barrel. He couldn’t figure out what he was doing working in the tannery. So he sent me looking for information at the Van Eck estate.”
“What did you find?”
She sighed. “Not much. Van Eck pays his employees too well to get information out of them. All they would tell me was that the boy was attending music school in Belendt.”
“But- He’s not?”
“And that’s why I turned to the rumor mill. The only one that seemed to stick was that he had run off with one of his tutors.” She saw the hurt behind Jesper’s eyes. “But I wouldn’t put any kruge on that. Go talk to him. Ask him.”
Jesper scoffed. “He doesn’t want to talk to me.”
Inej took one of Jesper’s hands in her own. “Jes, I see how much you care for each other. How much you love each other. Don’t let him slip away because of a fight. Life brings us many storms. Love is what gets us through them.”
~
Jesper practically flung himself down the stairs of the Slat, the need to talk to his boyfriend practically burning him from the inside out.
“He’s not here.”
Jesper spun around to see Kaz leaning on his cane by the bar. “But you know where he is?”
Kaz was silent for a minute before sighing. “Look, Jes. I hadn’t predicted that you and Wylan would grow as close as you have. And I assumed he had already told you.”
Jesper knew that was as close to an apology as he would get from Kaz. “Where is he?”
“The workshop.” As Jesper wrenched open the door, Kaz called, “Oh, and Jesper? Don’t fuck it up.”
A small smile crossed Jesper’s face. He may not say it in as many words, but Kaz cares about his Crows.
~
When Jesper reached the workshop, he started pounding on the door, panting. “Wylan! Wylan, it’s me! Please open the door!”
Jesper heard the locks being undone, but was not greeted with the face of his boyfriend. Instead, he was met with an angry-looking Nina Zenik.
“Nina? What are you doing here? Where’s Wylan?”
Nina crossed her arms over her chest. “Kaz sent me to check on him after he ran out of the Slat. His little heart was going so fast I thought he would go into cardiac arrest. When I finally caught up to him, he told me that the two of you got into a fight. And you know what the first thing he said to me was? He apologized. He apologized for who his father is, something he can’t control any more than you or I,” she jabbed at Jesper’s chest, “can control being born Grisha.” Nina sighed and took a step back. “I don’t know what his childhood was like, but Wylan’s been abused. Profoundly abused.”
Jesper looked down at his feet, his face flushing with shame. “I, um, I came to apologize.”
Nina opened the door a bit more and stepped to the side. “Well, he’s asleep now. I had to calm him with how much stress and anxiety he had.” As Jesper walked down the stairs of the lab, Nina said, “Oh, and Jesper? You break his heart or hurt him again in any way, I will make you piss your pants in front of the entire club. Understood?” After Jesper nodded, Nina walked out of the workshop, slamming the door behind her.
Jesper walked over to the shitty little mattress in the corner of the room where Wylan was laying. He sat on the edge of the makeshift bed, brushing his hair away from his eyes. Even in his Grisha-induced sleep, there was a divot of worry between his brows. Jesper reached out and smoothed over the worry-line.
Wylan started to stir. He rubbed at his eyes. “Jesper?”
“Hey, Novice,” Jesper said, smiling at his boyfriend. He grazed Wylan’s cheek with the back of his hand.
“What-what are you doing here?” Wylan asked, sitting up. “I thought you were angry.”
Jesper took a deep breath. “I was, at first. But it wasn’t so much you I was mad at, more the situation,” he admitted. At Wylan’s confused expression, he continued, “For as long as I can remember, people have been keeping things from me. Kaz especially. I’m always the last to know about plans, about jobs, about secrets. And you know how I tend to act on impulse.”
Wylan looked down at where Jesper had taken his hand and linked their fingers together. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Hey.” Jesper tilted Wylan’s head up so he could look in his eyes. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. You’re right, no one chooses life in the Barrel. I should have heard you out. I should have listened.”
Wylan took a shuddering breath. “Wylan van Eck is dead. He died in the harbor three years ago, and was reborn as Wylan Hendricks.”
“What? Wylan, what are you talking about?”
Wylan looked up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly. He exhaled shakily before saying, “He told me he was sending me to a music school in Belendt. He sent me with two of his staff. Once we were on the boat and far enough out into the harbor, they tried to kill me. The only thing I could do was jump off the boat and swim.” Wylan shivered and squeezed Jesper’s hand, and Jesper wrapped his free arm around his shoulders. “The water was so cold. I thought I would drown out there. But I made it to shore. I survived. My father tried to have me killed, and I survived.” he let out a bitter, hollow laugh.
“I’m sorry, Wy,” Jesper said, rubbing his shoulder. “I had no idea.”
“I didn’t want to tell you because I was scared,” he admitted. “I was scared you’d see me as some dumb Mercher’s kid in way over their head. I was scared you’d leave me.” Wylan started picking at a hangnail as the air between them grew static.
Jesper swallowed back the lump in his throat. “Wylan-”
“I-I’m not trying to guilt you into staying, if you want me to move out, I will. I’ll start packing my stuff-”
“Whoa, whoa, Wylan! Who said anything about leaving or moving out?”
Wylan looked up at Jesper, his eyes misty. “You don’t want me to move out?”
“No,” said Jesper, cupping Wylan’s face in his hands. “I want you to stay. I want you to come back home. You mean the world to me, Wy. No little argument is going to stop me from loving you.”
“You love me?” he whispered, almost as if he was afraid it wouldn’t be true if he said it too loud.
Jesper smiled. “Yeah, Wylan, I love you.” Saying it out loud was probably the easiest, most thrilling thing Jesper’s ever done. More than rolling the dice, more than pulling the trigger. And seeing Wylan’s face light up in a smile made it all worth it.
“I love you too, Jes.”
Jesper kissed Wylan’s forehead, gripping both of his hands. “Can we agree, no more secrets between each other?”
“Yeah. No more secrets.”
Jesper laughed, giving Wylan’s lips a quick peck. “Let’s get back to the Slat before Nina makes Kaz send a search team, yeah?”
Wesper fanfic, cuz i'm currently in love with them<3
Fluff, 1123 words
Wesper goes apple picking, that's the plot, warning for intense fluff
Wylan had noticed jesper working himself to the bone, what with trying to explain everything in the books related to the business to him, still working at the crow club sometimes, and just the stress of living in a city like Ketterdam, Jesper didn’t look too well rested.
And that would never do, would it? Wylan wanted to do something special for him, a perfect date, free of stress, away from the continuous noise of the city perhaps. He had contacted Colm Fahey, asking him if Jesper had any childhood memories he had favoured a lot, or a moment which he cherished.
Colm had chuckled and told him about a young jesper going out to pick apples every year, riding on the shoulders of his father, with his mother’s angelic voice singing everything from ballads to popular folk songs. The story had brought an inexplicable warmth to Wylan’s heart.
So he’d gone out one day, and found this beautiful apple orchard just outside the city, the branches were laden with apples now and open to the public.
So today, Wylan was gonna drag Jesper out with him, no matter what happens. It didn’t take much to convince Jesper to go out with him and soon they were strolling down the streets hand in hand, wide smiles plastered on their faces.
“So, where are we going?” Jesper asks, swinging their joined hands between them, a sunny smile on his face.
Wylan, caught up in staring at him, forgets to answer for a second. “It's a surprise, why would I tell you now?” he says with a cheeky grin.
Jesper laughs and pulls him closer, walking along with him towards wherever Wylan’s gonna lead him. The amount of trust Jesper puts in him, makes his world light up in all the prettiest colours there ever can be.
The walk is short, and they eventually reach the gates, but Wylan’s face falls seeing the gates closed, the orchard having been closed off to the public for the day, he turns to Jesper with a sad smile on his face.
“I...I wanted to bring you apple picking” he blushes “Your father said that that’s something you always loved to do” he shrugs, “Guess we can’t go, today then.”
Jesper laughs and brushes some hair away from his face, “Who said we can’t go in anyways?” and right then if Wylan could freeze the twinkle in his eyes, and take t out everyday to see, he would.
“What do you mean? The gates are closed, though.”
A bright grin spreads across Jesper’s freckled face, “We broke into the ice court, darling, don’t tell me you’re afraid to break into an apple orchard of all places?”
Realization dawns in Wylan’s eyes and he falls in love with this brave, golden boy all over again. “Let’s go, then, scale a few walls?”
And then they're running towards the wall, bright laughter ringing out behind them, like a trail of love and happiness, Jesper vaults up onto the wall and then pulls Wyan up, they jump down on the other side, but Wylan trips, and they land in a tangle of messy limbs and sharp elbows. Jesper looks like he’s about to say something sarcastic, but Wylan kisses him, effectively stopping all effective communication on his part.
They break apart and sit up, still laughing, and reluctant to move away from each other. Wylan wishes that he could stop time forever right here in this perfect moment, Jesper’s brighter than sunlight smile, his for all of time.
They slowly get up off the ground, and Jesper takes off running towards the nearest tree, calling for Wylan to follow him.
Wylan laughs and runs after him, keeping up with his long legs, proving to be a challenge, but Wylan’s up for it, and he catches up soon enough.
Jesper swings himself up using one of the low hanging branches, and Wylan can’t get enough of how he looks, silhouetted by the bright sunlight, the picture of confidence, as he walks across the branch with a wicked confident smile on his face, that makes Wylan’s heart skip a few beats. It can’t possibly be good for his heart to try and beat itself out of his chest, could it? He wonders absentmindedly to himself.
“Will you just stand there gawking or will you help me with apples, love” jesper teases, from the branch, while expertly plucking a ruby red apple and throwing it down towards Wylan.
He catches it with just a small fumble and grins up at Jesper, “I sure as hell can catch your wonky throws while gawking.”
“Game on, then you pyromaniac”
“I might be a pyromaniac, but you can’t deny that I'm your pyromaniac,” Wylan says while trying to catch the dozen apples Jesper throws at him in quick succession.
Jesper jumps down from the tree with a soft adoring smile on his face, he cups his face in his hands and kisses him lightly, it reminds him of buttery sunshine and beautiful days, when the skies are blue and he can get lost in the symphonies of his flute.
They break away, giggling and laughing, and go back to apple picking, always near each other but not quite sticking to each other, like two suns, forever pulled to each other, a system in perfect harmony.
They finish picking apples, and meander back towards the gates, rather than climb a wall this time, they sneak out from the front gates, guilty smiles on their face, Jesper seems to walk more freely, Wylan notices absentmindedly, as if some invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
As they walk side by side, Jesper brushes a shoulder against him and asks, “So you asked my father where we could go on a date, huh?”
Wylan’s face flushes red, “I..I did, he said it used to be a childhood memory,” He looks up at him inquisitively.”
A soft smile replaces the mischievous smile on Jesper’s face as he says in a soft voice, meant for recollecting rose tinted memories and whispering secret daydreams, “My mom, she made it a tradition, every year we’d go to the same orchard, it was the one day i had my parents all to myself, you know.”
Wylan nods along, watching Jesper sink deep into his memories, he knows they’ll have a thousand traditions like that, that they’ll make their own memories, already are making them. If you’d told a younger Wylan that he would get to have this life, he'd have told you that fairytales don’t come true, but right then Wylan felt his life come pretty close to that perfect fairytale he had always dreamt of.
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- Jesper sits on an armchair and Wylan sits on his lap.
- They rub their noses together, then, they put their hands palm to palm, smiling at the different dimensions.
- They both love playing with each others curls.
- Wylan cups Jesper's face with his hands, while Jesper starts kissing his freckles one by one. He always playfully says: "Now you won't go away until I finish, merchling".
- Wylan places his ear on Jesper's chest, whispering: "I love hearing the beating of your heart" and then he adds "You got such a big heart, Jes".
- Jesper replies: "It's big so I can keep many people there. People like my father, my mother and a cute, redhaired merchling".
- Then, Wylan raises his glance and they start kissing, softly and slowly, until Wylan gives a gente bite on Jes' lower lip.
- Then, Wylan says: "It's time to go back to work", he stands up and immediately starts running, while Jesper chases him.
- Jes gets him and lifts him up, his arms around the younger boy's waist. He kisses the back of his neck, then, he sinks his nose into Wylan's auburn curls.
- When he helps him reading and writing, they hold each other's hands.
