#wysper

[wereokarentwemoony]

Wysper is peak

[notaeoluschild]

One with the Wind.

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18 years, huh? It’s been finally 18 years. It’s a cold morning, as Wysper wiped his eyes as he groggily picked himself up to sit up on the bed. He’d grab his phone to check on what time it is. It’ 5 in the morning, and hey, it’s his birthday. As he read the date, he knew to get ready; not necessarily because he was expecting people to greet him or to surprise him, but moreso he wanted to freshen up. As he dragged his feet across the marble flooring of his room into the bathroom, he’d start to wash his face to wake himself up.

It’d help with the morning tiredness as he looked at himself in the mirror and… he looks paler than usual. Odd, but it’s cold this morning, so he doesn’t really mind, but as he reached for his face, his eyes dilated as he saw his hands. They’re… slightly translucent and glowing. It kind of snaps him awake, as he looked at them. There was a moment of panic, his head racing trying to understand what was happening, and yet… it felt like he understood what was happening. Like it was something that was unavoidable. He can’t quite explain it, but maybe, just maybe, there’s a reason why seeing an Aeolus kid is rare.

So he continues preparing for camp, and throughout the morning, even if by a little, his hands become more translucent, still noticeable enough to seenthe shape of his hands, but clear enough to see through. He would have covered his hands though, as to not raise any suspicion, chalking it up to it being a cold morning when asked. After breakfast and a shower, as he changed to his camp clothing, he’d noticed the change. He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but.. he felt like he was on a timer. I mean, all of this suddenly appeared on his 18th, without warning. Perhaps he’s reached the end. I mean, life expectancy of a demigod wasn’t that long, right?

So as he changed, he thought to himself: “You know what, if this is what I think it is… I think I’ll try my best to talk to everyone. It feels… important today, maybe… let’s loosen up on the gloomy part. It’s not like you have nothing to lose, right?” He’d say, as he placed on gloves to cover his hands, going over to his Pegasus, Porsche.

And so he goes to Camp Half-Blood. It’s been a long time since he’s felt… peaceful. Even for a day, it was nice. And so he goes about his day, although when you’d see or talk with him throughout the day, it’s as if you were seeing Wysper for the first time before… everything, really. His old smile, the way he cracked jokes or puns, much to the detriment of other campers from how cheesy they were. But throughout the day, you’d notice. Is he getting slightly paler?

He would have received his annual small cheesecake from Chiron, wheter he shares it or doesn’t, it doesn’t really matter. He notices and talks to whoever was nearby. Wheter camp, the nearby forest, the palace, or any other place he could go to for that matter. He seemed more lighthearted than usual.

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[onimusha095]

“…I really fucked it up this time, didn’t I my dear?”

I HAD to draw this moment. Wysper being apologetic for “dying”. It’s not his fault, but the distress he inflicted upon others sure does feel like his fault.

[totallynots8tan]

One day Kaz gets REALLY drunk. He just completely blacks out (maybe Inej is out of town and he’s in a mood, idk).

For some reason he chooses to go see Wylan and Jesper. When he gets inside Kaz immediately breaks down, crying.

He says “I’m so happy for you two for finally getting your shit together!!! I love you both so much and I will kill anyone for you (minus Inej).

[turns to Wy] Wylan, my baby, my son. You are a kid I found semi-randomly, but from the moment I met you I had already decided to adopt you!

[turns to Jes] And Jesper, you are the best friend I’ve ever had!! Thank you for being by my side all these years!!”

Wylan and Jesper: [genuinely terrified] Wtf

In the morning Kaz doesn’t remember anything and they are too scared to tell him.



[patauctor-writesandstuff]

Been a bit since I posted a new art piece, so easing back into things with a little VRising fan art!

Featuring Wysper and the vampire hunter, Tristan

I have headcanons of the various bosses interacting with each other in fun ways XD

Alt text: Wysper, a green haired vampire leaning on Tristan the Vampire Hunter's head while he is sitting on a stump. Tristan is resting his jaw on his fist looking annoyed while Wysper is amused.

Dialogue: Wysper: What has Rufus all riled up? Tristan: Clive Set fire to his camp. Again. Wysper: Should we step in? Or enjoy the show? Tristan: (Sighs) No. Clive needs to learn his lesson at some point.

[lissa-edem]

Kaz: investment.

Jesper: the wrong guy.

I think, sometimes they just share one braincell. Is it their form of "brothers' bond"?

Mathias: they can't be so bad at it! crows aren't stupid birds!

Nina: they are just not the cleverest part of our crew.

[tickleeteases]

Should Have Known

Fandom: Six of Crows

Word Count: 2072

Pairing: Jesper/Wylan pre dating

Summary: Jesper is bored but Wylan has been learning his tricks and turns the tables on him. Jesper tries to take what he usually dishes out and learns a valuable lesson.

This is a tickle fic. Enjoy!

It had been bound to happen really, he should have known. He knew the merchling would grow wise to the teasing eventually, but somehow it still came as a surprise to him.

The rest of the Dregs were all out on a job. Kaz hadn’t allowed Jesper to go, because it would involve going into a few gambling houses and he didn’t trust him not to get sucked in and blow the job. It had stung a bit, but Wylan had insisted on staying behind with Jesper, so that made him feel better, and after some convincing (arguing), Kaz had agreed.

Jesper had to hand it to Wylan, he’d gotten much more confident recently, and convincing Kaz to let him stay at the Slat had been a ballsy move. This increase in confidence should really have been Jesper’s first clue that his rein of one-sided teasing was coming to an end.

The others had only been gone an hour or so, but Jesper’s fingers were already starting to itch. It wasn’t fair that they were getting to gamble and he’d been grounded like a child. He was bored and needed a distraction, and the merchling sitting in the corner of his room was always a fun one.

“One of your buttons is undone, are you trying to seduce me?” Jesper lied with a smirk, flicking Wylan’s nose when he looked down to check.

Wylan rolled his eyes in an attempt to draw attention away from his pink cheeks. He chose not to respond, not wanting to give the Zemeni boy the satisfaction of hearing the inevitable nerves in his voice.

Jesper grinned to himself and moved to sit on the arm of Wylan’s chair. “Aww, come on, Wy. What’s a man got to do around here to get some attention from the cutie in the corner?” he teased softly into Wylan’s ear while his fingers grazed his bicep.

That nearly got him, but Wylan couldn’t help but laugh at that, much to the Fabrikator’s chagrin. “Man?” he snorted. “If you’d just referred to yourself as the boy that you are, you probably would have gotten the reaction you wanted from me, but alas, your big ego got in the way.” he winked.

The older boy scoffed indignantly. “I do not have a big ego! I’m more of a man than you are!”

Wylan snickered. “Well you sound like a whiny toddler right now.”

“I do not!” he huffed, sounding significantly like a whiny toddler. He stood up and crossed his arms, so he could pout at the younger, but dropped them quickly as he realised he was proving his point. Wylan smirked and Jesper felt some heat raising in his cheeks.

This back and forth should have been his second clue that their dynamic was changing.

Jesper rolled his shoulders back and straightened up. “You’re walking a risky line, Merchling.” he told him with as much confidence as he could muster while forcing himself to hold eye contact with Wylan and his smug grin.

“And yet you’re the one who seems nervous. I don’t think it’s me that should be worried, Jes. I think you’ve been playing too many risky games recently, and now you’re worried they’re going to come back and… bite you!” Wylan launched himself out of the chair towards Jesper, but stopped just short of actually touching him. He doubled over laughing at the surprised shriek that left the Zemeni’s mouth.

Jesper shot him a glare. “Stop laughing at me!” he complained, but there was no real annoyance in his voice, he knew they were just playing.

The younger boy calmed his laughter and grinned cheekily at his friend. “But that noise was so cute!”

Jesper blushed properly now. “It was not.”

“It definitely was.” he teased, pinching Jesper’s cheeks and cooing. “Awww, are you blushing? Your cheeks are so hot!”

Jesper pushed his hands away, but Wylan grabbed his wrists to keep him close. Jesper’s breath hitched the tiniest bit at that, and he looked into Wylan’s eyes, feeling his usually cocky demeanour falter.

“Problem?”

“You’re stealing my role.”

The merchant chuckled. “Maybe if you’d teased me less, I wouldn’t have been able to learn all your tricks so quickly.”

“Maybe if you let go of my wrists before I have to force you, I’ll let you feel the touch of my nimble fingers running through your hair, while I whisper sweet nothings in your ear.” He shot back, a last ditch attempt at regaining the upper hand.

“I don’t think you really want me to let you go.” Wylan smirked.

That was when Jesper finally realised his days of getting the younger boy to blush whenever he wanted with no repercussions were over. He should have known Wylan would learn quickly. He should have known that one day all the teasy, flirtatious comments he’d thrown at Wylan would come back and bite him in the ass. He’d given the younger all the tools he needed to knock Jesper down a few pegs, and he’d done it of his own volition.

Wylan could see the realisation written all over Jesper’s face and it only boosted his confidence. “Uh oh, is the little gunslinger in over his head?” he winked, slowly walking Jesper backwards until his back was against the wall. “Can he dish it out but not take it?”

Said gunslinger was doing his best to keep it together, but he’d taught Wylan well, and he suspected some of Nina’s charm and confidence may also have rubbed off on him too. He pulled lightly on his wrists, trying to get them out of Wylan’s grip, but the younger had gotten stronger during his time with the Dregs, which caught him a little by surprise. Jesper was sure if he really wanted to, he could still overpower Wylan, but… he wasn’t sure yet if he really wanted to.

Wylan smirked smugly when he felt the tug of Jesper’s wrists. “What’s wrong? Can’t escape? Honestly Jes, I’m a little offended that you underestimated me.” he teased.

The older boy rolled his eyes, but his expression quickly turned back to a flustered one when Wylan pulled his arms over his head and pinned them with one of his against the wall. He wanted to fight back, to prove that he wasn’t this easy to overpower, but maybe he was. Maybe all it took for him to melt was for Wylan to play him at his own game.

Wylan leaned in and chuckled lowly in his ear. “I’m going to take you apart.”

Jesper was done for. All the feelings towards his merchling that he’d been pushing down came bubbling up, showing themselves in the form of a hitching breath and a deep blush to rival the shade of Wylan’s hair. He gazed deeply into Wylan’s eyes and parted his lips slightly as the younger leaned in towards them. He closed his eyes, ready to finally get to admit his feelings without using teasing as a coverup. He was ready to be vulnerable.

And vulnerable is what he suddenly realised he was as he felt fingers spidering into his belly and laughter being forced from his unsuspecting mouth. “Wha-mehEHEherchling!” he gasped out through his laughter. He opened his eyes and was met by Wylan’s cheeky grin.

The Merchant snickered at the shock on the others face as he tickled his belly lightly. “You thought you were going to get what you wanted that easily, hmm? After the amount of teasing you’ve put me through? Oho no, Jes. I told you I was going to take you apart, and I meant it.”

If Jesper could have blushed darker, he would have. Wylan must have had some pointers from Nina, there was no way he’d gotten this good so fast on his own. He would be having some words with the fellow Grisha.

“I’m gohohohoing to kill yohohohou!” Jesper laughed, not sounding particularly threatening. He could feel himself sliding down the wall in an attempt to escape the tickling, but Wylan followed him down easily.

“Oh I’m so scared.” The younger snickered sarcastically. He moved his fingers up and tried Jesper’s armpits, grinning at the increase in laughter.

All the Dregs knew Jesper was ticklish. None had found out on purpose, and none had really taken things further than the occasional scribble to his sides. But he wasn’t very good at hiding his happiness or excitement, so Wylan had noticed how he lit up on the rare occasions he received a well placed poke or squeeze for a sassy comment or joke.

“I know you like this, Jes.” Wylan smiled fondly, as he slipped a hand up the pinned boy’s shirt and scratched maddeningly at his ribs.

“I do NOHOHOT! NohoHOHOT THEHERE! MEHEHERCHLIHIHING!”

The Merchant smirked a smirk, that looked far too evil for his face, at the reaction he received. “Bad spot? I think I might stay here until you admit that you’re enjoying this.”

Jesper had slid all the way down the wall at this point and was laughing loudly. “I DOHOHO NOHOHOT!”

Wylan let go of his wrists and used both hands to tickle his bare ribs now. Jesper’s arms were too worn out to do much more than grab weakly at his hands. He threw his head back in laughter, practically lying on the floor.

“FIHIHINE! I LIHIHIKE IT! NohoHOHOW STOHOHOP!” he demanded, but the smile on his face said otherwise.

Wylan smirked and stopped. “I know you do.” he winked, before placing a quick peck on the still giggling Zemeni’s cheek and drilling right back in.

The blush that had been beginning to fade from Jesper’s face immediately reappeared before he was thrown back into fits of laughter. “YOHOU ARE DEHEHEAD, YOHOHOU TEHEHEASE!”

Wylan laughed along with him now. “Me? A tease? I’ll take that as a compliment coming from you!” he beamed cheekily. He decided to give his ribs a break and skittered his fingers down his body to his legs. He squeezed up and down his thighs and found a wonderful little spot above Jesper’s knees that made him squeal adorably.

After a few more minutes of the treatment, the usually cocky, older boy’s laughter had gone silent and Wylan finally stopped for real. “Did… did I overdo it?” he asked, suddenly sounding much more like his usual, more reserved self.

Jesper was panting hard, but still had a big grin on his face. He shook his head, but playfully shoved the red haired boy. “Yohou will live to rehehegret this though…” he threatened, residual giggles still escaping his lips.

Wylan chuckled, relaxing again. “Mhm, I’m sure.” he teased. “Just so you know, I’m telling everyone about that spot on your knee that makes you squeal like an adorable little girl.”

Jesper flushed. “You will not.” he glared.

The redhead just shot him a wink. He stood up from where he’d been crouching over Jesper and held a hand out to help him up.

Jesper took it and pulled himself up. He used the momentum to push Wylan backwards onto the bed, earning a whine of protest from him, but it was quickly silenced as Jesper pushed their lips together, kissing him deeply.

Now it was Wylan’s turn to blush as he kissed him back passionately. After a couple of minutes Jesper pulled away and smiled down at the younger boy. “I should have been cruel to you and teased you the way you teased me… but I couldn’t resist your kissable face.”

Wylan chuckled fondly and blushed darker. “Your face isn’t so bad either.” he smiled back. “Plus I don’t think you should have been cruel, because me teasing you was just revenge for all the times you’ve teased me,” he rambled. “So as far as I’m concerned, we’re even now. Also, I think that now that we are both on the same lev- hey, what are you dohoho- JeheHEHES! Nohohoho! I’m sohohohorry!” He burst into bright giggles as Jesper shut him up with a dose of rib tickles.

Jesper smirked down at him. He shifted so he was straddling Wylan’s waist and used his knees to pin his arms. “Too late for apologies, Merchling. You’ve made your bed, it’s time to lie in it.” he winked. “What was it you said to me? Ahh yes… I’m going to take you apart… You really should have known I wouldn’t let you get away with messing with me.”

[uradc]

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