Wylan leaves in the morning.
He doesn’t plan to, not exactly, but he definitely doesn’t plan on staying, either.
Wylan is no stranger to one night stands. He can’t say he gets around very frequently, but enough to know the general plot of how they're supposed to go.
Flirt, drink, fuck, leave. The order isn’t necessarily set in stone, but the list ends the same every time.
He has a good time, for the most part, and it’s always a welcome break from the awful chemical smell burned into the Tannery or the staleness of the empty rooms in cheap boarding houses (when he can afford them) that Wylan is used to. Wylan likes the freedom that comes with it, too. It’s liberating to go where he wants and do what he pleases; to not worry about who he’s seen with or sleeps with or what they might think of him after. And he likes feeling wanted, for a little while. He likes being reminded that he exists.
So Wylan does not make a habit of falling asleep with the people who take him to bed.
He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, really.
He doesn't remember, and yet, Wylan wakes up with his head pillowed on Jesper’s chest. With Jesper’s arm draped over him. His breath is warm where it ghosts over the top of his hair, and if Wylan glances up he can see the way Jesper’s mouth— those lips— fall open in sleep.
It’s the best morning he’s had in months, possibly. Certainly the most comfortable.
He knows it can’t last.
Wylan looks at Jesper, still sleeping peacefully next to him, and he panics.
He’d woken up in Jesper Fahey’s arms.
He’d slept with Jesper Fahey.
Jesper has a reputation, and Wylan knows it, even new to the Barrel as he is. He’d heard about Dirtyhand’s second and resident sharpshooter plenty— Can’t resist a gamble, never misses a shot, and not just with bullets. Jesper Fahey is an excellent marksman, they say, with terrible luck with the cards, and a soft spot for pretty girls and even prettier boys.
Jesper’s played the field— multiple fields— went on a seismic world tour of fields.
Wylan is very good at not being noticed. He’s also very good at listening. People tend to look past him, they never pay any mind to the too skinny boy with the wild hair and the hunched shoulders and the grime that never seems to wash off completely after his long shifts at the Tannery. Wylan knows this, knows he’s very adept at being able to disappear, when he needs to.
So by the time Wylan actually meets Jesper, he’s well aware of his place in Ketterdam’s booming rumor mill. Jesper has many, and Wylan thinks by now he may have heard them all.
And yet, none of them do a thing to prepare him for Jesper.
They’d met in a tavern.
Wylan had been nursing his drink for the better half of an hour, trying to come up with reasons not to go back to the sad cot he had waiting for him in a rented room, with the only window overlooking the brick wall of a dark alley.
So far, he’d only come up with the one.
Wylan had seen the tall Zemeni man from across the room and hadn’t stopped looking since. He was flirting with a girl at the bar, twirling one of his guns in one hand demonstratively with a drink in the other. The girl— a curly haired blond— was giggling, hand pressed to her mouth with eyes that had very clear and direct intentions.
Wylan had almost resolved himself to a night of wasting the few kruge at his disposal with little to show for it, when the man had looked up and caught him staring. The man had smiled, twirling his gun with an extra flourish and then tipped his hat. Wylan smiled back, and gave a little wave. Embarrassing, He’d thought, stop it, he’s already with someone else anyway. He’d looked down, and stared at the near empty contents of his drink until someone sat down next to him and said, in a voice like apple butter and sweet syrup, “Can I get you another of those?”
Then Wylan had looked up into the eyes of the handsomest man he’d ever seen, and thought, he has the most perfect lips.
Out loud, he’d said, “I, uh, well—” His mouth was wide open, he’d realised, and shut it quickly. Again, the man had smiled. Again, Wylan had smiled back. “Yes, please.”
And that's how he’d met Jesper.
Afterwards, they’d stumbled through the streets— I know a place, Jesper said, If you want to take this somewhere more private— until they’d passed a corner where a vendor was selling traditional Kerch sweets out of a cart.
“Stroopwafels!” Jesper had stopped. “I love stroopwafels!”
Wylan was tugging him toward the cart without really making a conscious decision to move, and Jesper had laughed, surprised and delighted.
Wylan bought them both stroopwafels and handed Jesper his with a shy smile and a shrug. “For the drink.”
Jesper looked at him consideringly, head caulked to the side, and Wylan felt himself blushing in the low light of the lamps. “You’re sweet,” he’d said eventually.
“Is that bad?” Wylan had asked, sheepish. Jesper was already shaking his head.
“It’s good. Just not that many sweet things to be had in the Barrel. It’s refreshing.” He’d bit off a piece of one of the waffles and smiled. “These are sweet too,”— he’d leaned in, smile still earnest but with something decidedly different underneath— “I like sweet.”
Jesper had not touched him like he’d been expecting to be touched. Jesper made no assumptions; he’d asked, about everything, in a way that was near gentlemanly if it wasn’t for the fact that he radiated trouble through his pores. Jesper was— not quite gentle, because Wylan had expected hot and heady and everything deep, and Jesper was all of that and more— but he wasn’t rough. He didn’t bruise, not if Wylan didn’t say yes first, and afterwards he’d laid back down and settled Wylan into his arms in a way that he had no real way of protesting— didn’t want to protest, anyway— and kissed him.
It was that that had scared Wylan the most, he thinks. Because Wylan is rarely kissed for the express purpose of it. It was always the promise of more— the rush of what was to come. But people do not generally tend to kiss Wylan for the sake of kissing Wylan. It’s different. Jesper is different, and Wylan can’t afford to be stupid enough to do something like get attached. Can’t afford much at all— really.
But Jesper had kissed him, pleased and lazy and warm, and at some indeterminate time later they had both apparently fallen asleep.
And it was nice.
It was too nice. It hurt with how nice it was.
Wylan peels himself slowly out of Jesper’s arms, careful not to wake him, and decides then that he cannot stand to be here any longer.
Jesper Fahey is not what he’d expected, he’s better.
Jesper Fahey is lovely, and beautiful, and kinder to him than anyone has been to Wylan for almost as long as he can remember.
Jesper Fahey is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he isn’t going to stick around for someone like Wylan.
So Wylan leaves, and he doesn’t look behind him as he closes the door.
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Okay okay okay, maybe I'm thinking about this because I'm procrastinating an essay, but hear me out. So, in the Grishaverse, it's cannon that Grisha get sick and weak when they don't use their powers, correct? We the reader (or watcher now that we have 2 seasons of S&B) generally see illness and weakness shown in physical manifestations--a dulling of the skin and hair, a lack of hunger, brain fog, etc.
However, we as the readers also know that mental illnesses, such as addiction and ADHD, are also a form of physical illness via the chemical and even structural changes that may occur in the brain.
So, this leads me to my main point. Jesper says he feels alive after a gunfight and he later finds out he's such a talented sharpshooter because he guides the damn bullets with his Grisha talents.
When did Jesper develop his gambling addiction? He was off at University, and not using tools or practicing shooting with his father on the farm. When do we begin to read his mind flipping from topic-to-topic and him craving gambling dens and/or chaos via a shoot out? He was idle on the boat on the way to the Ice Court Heist. These are just two main examples I can think of from my last re-read of SoC, but I'm plenty sure there are more.
My first few times reading SoC and CK, I couldn't figure out how Jesper didn't experience the same symptoms as other Grisha when he didn't use his powers. Now, it's so clear to see. To add to that, it's so incredibly clever of Leigh Bardugo to make such an incredible connection between the world she created and the world we, the reader, currently live in.
Anyways, enjoy your night/day/morning.
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Jesper doesn't understand how he holds it all in there. Wylan’s brain is like a squirrel. Packing nuts into expanding pockets for the long winter. He knows everything.
He lights up with it. Like he constantly wants to share the fruit of his labour. Like the knowledge he collects needs to be poured out in bits before it overflows. He talks and explains and it’s fast and free and it’s so Wylan, through and through— and then it’s like he catches himself. Like he dims once he realises what he’s done.
Jesper doesn’t want to think of the implications of that look. Because it makes his chest tight and puts a bad taste in his mouth. He’s happy to reassure Wylan that he likes when he talks as much as it takes for him to believe it.
But that look— right before. Like he’s so happy to be telling him, like he’s happy to be listened to. Then the split second of frozen fear. The pinched lips, tense jaw, widening and then squinting of those big, big eyes. The part where he huffs that short, horribly self deprecating little laugh. The part where he looks down, and when he looks back up there’s something stiff in his smile, false in the upturn of his lips. Eyes like cut glass shining in the light. The crest of an eagle, mid flight, shot down.
“Sorry,” he says. “Um— I’m probably boring you. I’ll stop.”
You could never bore me, he thinks. Keep talking forever, he thinks. Tell me who made you think your words weren't worth anything to anyone so I can make them taste the blood on their own tongue.
Wylan and boring are not two words that Jesper can even fathom placing in the same sentence. Wylan is like lightning in a bottle. Like a spark personified.
Jesper isn’t sure how much he’ll accept. He doesn’t want a repeat of Shu Han if he can help it. Jesper hates disappointing people, hates being anything other than exactly what they want— expect— out of a good time with Jesper Fahey. He isn’t sure what he’s allowed to argue for or against when it comes to Wylan. What they have— This thing between them— is still so terrifyingly new.
He’ll put himself out there for this, though, as much as he dares, to make sure Wylan knows that he’s listening.
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A Six of Crows Hunger Games AU would go so hard. Hear me out. (And don’t steal this idea cause I might write it.
So
Kaz gets reaped when he’s eleven and Jordie volunteers for him. Jordie dies in the games and Kaz becomes deeply traumatized and feels partially responsible since Jordie died to save him. Following Jordie’s death, Kaz slowly becomes friends with Jesper and starts to recover somewhat, similar to Katniss’s friendship with Gayle minus the weird possessiveness.
But then. When Kaz is seventeen, Inej gets reaped. Kaz knows of her and admires her, but they haven’t spoken much. But THEN, Jesper gets reaped for the boys. Kaz is paralyzed with fear because he already lost one brother, he cannot lose another. So in a panic he volunteers. Jesper is furious but he can’t change anything about it.
Kaz and Inej’s mentor? Nina. She won the games the year before Jordie was reaped and is severely traumatized. Also, I’m thinking Matthias was a peacekeeper and they fell in love on Nina’s victory tour following her win, but when they were found out, Matthias was sent to the capitol to work underground.
Okay so then Kaz and Inej form a tentative alliance, yk, for survival. But once they’re in the arena, Kaz is trying to be all tough & every man for himself, but THEN, he gets his leg injured!! Like Peeta does in the og. And because Inej is so wonderful, she finds him and takes care of him. But Kaz is still touch averse so they have troubles. Cue them being forced into a fake relationship for the cameras to survive, which obviously muddles up both of their real feelings for each other. Kaz feels incredibly guilty for being attracted to Inej even though she’s only kissing him to save her own life; Inej feels deeply sad that the only way she can have any kind of romantic contact is if she’s pretending to want someone (bc in the original Finnick is forced into prostitution much like Inej so that definitely exists in the hunger games world unfortunately). But also Inej does want Kaz. Deep down. And they’ll get together eventually.
But then once Kaz and Inej survive the first games and become mentors the story could get into catching fire territory. Matthias comes back but he’s highjacked against Nina. Wylan is the son of a high ranking government official but his father tried to kill him so he ran to district twelve, but he knows all important government secrets so him and Jesper start to scheme to bring the capitol down. Wylan thinks Jesper is just doing it for Kaz, but he slowly realizes that Jesper cares about all the children who were victimized, not just his friend. They fall in love.
Do you see the vision???? Feel free to add to this in the tags. (PLEASE ADD TO THIS IN THE TAGS I WANT TO READ IT).
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