Book: Six of Crows duology
Ship: Wylan Van Eck (Hendriks) x Jesper Fahey
TWs: should be none :) there's one curse in the middle tho
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He grabbed his paint brush. Uncovered his canvas and grabbed his palette.
One brushstroke at a time, Wylan created the beauty that was Jesper Fahey. His chocolate skin and silver eyes, those long slender fingers.
Suddenly, he was overcome with the desire to have Jesper standing beside him, along with another kind of desire. To have him—
Why was he feeling what he was now? Jesper was his best friend. They had seen each other at their highs and lows, at their happiest and most painful moments. They were best friends, not… not lovers.
Wylan would give the painting to its muse, he decided. It would be hard, as if he was giving all of his secrets to Jesper as well as the frame. He would downplay it, say he was bored and wanted something to paint. It wasn’t as if Wylan had spent every hour of the past week perfecting every single detail.
So after staring himself down in the mirror and carefully wrapping the artwork, Wylan made his way down to Jesper's apartment building. Wylan had memorized the route, as had Jesper to Wylan’s house.
When he finally reached, he stood at the door for a few minutes, breathing in and out slowly. Then he reached out and rang the doorbell.
Nothing happened for a few moments, but then a figure opened the door.
Inej. Her hair was messy, clothes rumpled. Jesper appeared behind her, in the same condition, but shirtless.
Wylan’s mouth fell open and he filled with dread. They weren’t— were they?
“Wylan? Hello?” Inej was saying, Jesper waving his hand in front of Wylan's face. “Are you okay?”
Wylan tried to form words, but only managed to bring out a squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again, whispering, “Um, this– this is going to sound really weird, but uh– are you two like, you know,” He coughed nervously. “A thing?”
Then both Inej and Jesper bursted out laughing.
“Oh gods, no!” Inej wheezed, doubling over from laughter.
“Holy shit!” Jesper cackled “I can’t breathe!”
The two took a minute to compose themselves while Wylan stood before them, shocked, confused, scared.
Inej took a deep breath in before saying, “No, Wylan, we are not a thing,” She winked. “You don’t have to worry.”
“Wha- wait, no I wasn’t—”
Wylan stared at Inej in horror. How did she know? Wylan thought he was subtle!
Jesper grinned, apparently having not heard any of what Inej had said to Wylan. He motioned for them to get inside the apartment, going on about how the heating was getting out, though Inej quickly grabbed her things – she had slept over – and left.
“So,” Jesper started. “What are you doing here? Get out of my house.”
Wylan rolled his eyes, it was a daily routine for him. Usually, he would go to leave, when Jesper would jump at him and beg him not to, but today he decided to get straight to the point. “I made a painting of you.”
He unwrapped it and showed it to Jesper.
“...Wow. It’s-it’s beautiful.” Wylan was taken aback. It wasn’t the kind of comment Jesper would usually give about something Wylan made. He would usually offer another one of his sarcastic remarks, smirking, throwing his arm across Wylan's shoulders, and tell him he was kidding.
The compliment made Wylan blush. “I was bored.”
Jesper looked at Wylan. It was just a glance, before turning back towards the art, but it felt… different.
“I love it.” Again, unusual.
Jesper turned to Wylan, placing the painting down on a table. He walked up to him and cupped the back of Wylan’s neck with his hand. Wylan practically stopped breathing. What was happening? Is he–?
“I love you.” He moved his head down, closer to Wylan, less than an inch separating their lips. An invitation, waiting to be accepted– or rejected.
And of course, Wylan accepted.
The best decision of his life.
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Sooooo how'd we like it?? No angst, no sadness, just a lil bit of "gasp you love me" wesper <3
the "what are you doing here get out of my house" comes from my cousin, who will say this exact sentence in the most deadpan voice ever anytime I come over (they are one of my favorite cousins)
-hope everyone has a good day/night/afternoon/evening/etc, october
