#would put wesper here

[iriily]

I love that in every single ship I have there's the babygirliest, neverdoneanythingwrong, adorable character, and there's the other cringefail loser(affectionate), massive L, zero bitches character

#byler #stony #willmon #kanej #catradora #pepperony #asheiji #would put wesper here #But they're both my babygirls #Renga #lumax #Jopper #fivan #ineffable husbands #twiyor

[anabetel35]

If you like Kuwei, whatever you do, just don’t think about how he probably grew up isolated from his peers because of his father’s status. How he probably took to reading because no one around him could spare a single second for him. How, when he and his father had to flee the country and were captured by the Fjerdans, he probably realized that what happened to him was a perfect backstory for a main character of some epic story. How, when he had to watch his father try to create a drug that could enslave and kill nearly all Grisha in the world, people just like the two of them, his biggest comfort came from the silly belief that at the end of his story, he too would have everything that he wanted — a family, a lover, a friend, just anyone who would finally care about him. Recognition. Joy. Love.

How, when his father died and he was left alone, a small, delusional, cruel part of him was almost sure that it was necessary for him to then be loved. How, when the Crows came for him, deep down, he fully expected them to be his new family. How, even when everyone was cold to him on the ship, he still tired to convince himself that it was because one of theirs was on the brink of death. How he dumbly tried to tell himself that they won’t actually turn him over to the merchant that wants him because they’re reasonable people. How he spent his days and nights in a cold tomb, pushing down the memories of his now dead father and his grim future, all alone, curled up in a corner.

How he had developed a crush on Jesper, bright, kind, warm Jesper, as if he could do anything else, and then had to watch helplessly as that ray of sunshine ignored him, as he got closer to the boy that had his face. How his skills and efforts were ignored just because what he might know seemed far more important to the people around him. How, not more than two days before the auction where his death would be faked, he got kissed by the man he began to adore and then was disliked for it by the only member of the team that actually tried to befriend him for a while.

How he had to stand tall in front of all the people, all those merchants, the royalty, the warriors, the guards, the farmers, the children, everyone, all the people who came to the Church of barter just to see who he’d be sold to. How he had to trust the six teens who only had qualms about killing him because he was worth a whole lot of money, with his life as different governments called out numbers that could feed the whole world for an entire lifetime. How the last thing that he could’ve seen before he died if the bullet that hit his chest missed his button even by a single hair, was the chaos ‘Brekker and his Crows’ started.

How, when he woke up, he barely had any time to calm down because one of the teens, the Drüskelle, was dead. How he now had to mourn him now, too, along with all that he lost. How, when he was laying down on the ship to pretend he’s dead, he realized that the people he saw as his saviors less than two months ago, and as the thing that he wanted more than life, didn’t care for him at all anymore. That they might even be happier if he died. How, as he neared the sea, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d let his one chance at happiness higher along the canal and that he was now destined for a life of despair.

How, when he arrived to the Little Palace, he wasn’t met with kindness or friendly faces. How he had to hide the fact that the thing he worked on day and night was the cure to a drug that his father had created, a drug that could’ve destroyed Grisha all around the world. How he was their only hope in the war against Fjerda. How he spent his nights awake dreaming of being a part of the family that the Crows clearly were. How he couldn’t seem to fit in anywhere he went.

Most importantly of all, don’t think about the fact that he’d been alone all his life.

#since no one else seems to be rambling about him I had to do it myself #but seriously why do we as the entirety of TWO fandoms sleep on this man so fucking much??? #he’s an amazing character we just didn’t get to see him a whole lot #but Zoya’s description of him (as snobbish as he is talented) should be enough to make us go feral about him #like yes he’s a little shit but 1) we love him for it and 2) so is Kaz and we love him too #and there is so much possible angst we can put him through??? #and the relationships he’s have with the other characters??? we’re robbing ourselves of the duo that would be Zoya and Kuwei #or Wylan and Kuwei or Nina and Kuwei or Inej and Kuwei or Tamar and Kuwei or— #also he’s one of the most lonely characters in the damn Grishaverse and yet we haven’t done anything with that #(I’m here if anyone else wants to scream about this fifteen years old traumatized inferno (possibly) orphan) #kuwei yul bo #kuwei my beloved #six of crows #grishaverse #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #wesper #soc #ck #rule of wolves #king of scars #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #inferni #the grisha trilogy #grisha

[jackwolfes]

Wesper // Six of Crows // 1152 words // T rated @kinktober2023 Day 12: Costumes (ft. bonus hand kink) [all kinktober fills]

Wylan is having a very, very difficult evening. 

He twists his tall stemmed glass to straighten it, turning it just a half inch around. Around him the drone of laughter and clicking, spinning wheels is a cacophonous medley in Wylan’s ears, drowning out the sound of even Wylan’s heartbeat in his ears. He is working, he’s on a job, and if anything goes wrong it’s Kaz Brekker that’ll have his head. 

But Saints, did Jesper have to dress up like that? 

“You with us or not, kid?” 

Wylan blinks, startled out of his dazed daydreaming, and lifts his head just to be met with a sharp and mirthful glint of grey eyes he’s known and loved for far too long. His eyes widen a little bit, disarmed by the cocky grin Jesper sends him. He’s dressed impeccably in the suit all the other card dealers at the Silver Six wear, and Wylan absentmindedly wonders if it’s hell for him to be in the crux of a card game without being able to place a bet. He can’t think straight, that’s for damn sure, but he is also presented with the love of his life in a perfectly tailored suit shuffling cards. It’s hardly fair; how is Wylan expected to focus when half his job here this evening is going to be spent staring at Jesper’s fingers? 

“Yes," he says, fumbling the words. He clears his throat. “I’ll call.”

Jesper doesn’t react to that — he’s a much better actor than Wylan — but Wylan is confident enough in his choice, if only because so far tonight he’s doing exactly what Kaz told him to do to keep a low profile. Wylan does know how to play poker, but not very well, and he’s never had cause to learn in the past few years. 

“Feeling confident, aren’t you?” the man beside him says. Wylan cuts his gaze to the side. 

The first thing he notices is that the man isn’t looking at his face. He’s staring a little too obviously at the unbuttoned collar of Wylan’s shirt and the bare skin on show. It’s all part of the costume, but Wylan still finds himself feeling strangely self-conscious about it. He clears his throat, tipping his cards down to keep them out of sight. 

“Maybe,” comes his cool response. The man’s gaze finally flicks up to catch Wylan’s eye. He grins. 

A hand places itself on the back of Wylan’s stool, and when the man leans it it crowds close to Wylan. He inhales, smelling gunpowder cheaper and more acidic than the sort Jesper uses. He doesn’t like it much at all. The man shifts his thumb, and Wylan feels it brush against the dip between his shoulder blades. 

“I like a confident lad,” the man murmurs. 

In the end, Wylan isn’t strong enough to keep himself from glancing at Jesper — but why would he? It’s a panic movement more than anything, but when he cuts his gaze to the side he sees a dark glare across his boyfriend’s face. Wylan presses his lips together. He doesn’t know what Jesper did to piss Kaz off so much to be put in a spot where he has to watch Wylan be flirted with, but there's no way Kaz was expecting any different than this exact outcome when he put Wylan in this ridiculous outfit and told him to play a hand.   

He swallows, then glances back at the man beside him. He's said something that Wylan missed, distracted by the heat in Jesper's glare. "Hm?"

"I said," the man repeats, "I'm open to a second round after this if you like. I know a variation that a nice lad like you might have fun with. Have you ever played strip poker?" 

Ghezen, he's bold, Wylan thinks, trying not to curl his lip. "Uh—"

The man laughs. His hand shifts on the back of Wylan's chair and — entirely missing the way Wylan goes perfectly still — touches his palm to Wylan's spine. Wylan bites his bottom lip. Even without looking he can feel Jesper's glare. 

"Hey." 

Wylan's first instinct is to lift his head and look to Jesper, suddenly sure that his boyfriend has snapped and is about to throw this job out the window in favour of smashing a jealous fist into this man's face. When he catches Jesper's eye he certainly sees enough frustrated agitation to warrant that sort of move — but it doesn't seem to have been Jesper who spoke. Rotty stands behind Jesper in a suit of his own, less dapper by miles but still neat, and tips his head. 

"Boss is changing shifts. You need to be at Makker's Wheel in twenty minutes."

Wylan feels fire in his stomach, lurching with the promise of what twenty minutes can buy. "Cash out," he blurts, jerking forward and away from the man's uncomfortable touch, and when he drops his cards he does so face up on the table. It was a shit hand anyway. 

Jesper is already on his feet and heading off the floor, but he doesn't need to speak for Wylan to know that he has to follow. The man who tried to flirt with him says something but Wylan is only sort of listening, and he's on his feet too heading along the path Jesper led him. Twenty minutes. It isn't long, but it's long enough so Wylan stumbles through the crowded club floor after Jesper's frame. Wylan watches his broad shoulders pick through the cluster of people, unable to look away from the costume Jesper wears. 

Then before he knows it he's in the cramped back hallway of the club, shoved against a wall. 

It's all Wylan can do to hold back a moan, but that's a common enough facet of life with Jesper. He whines when Jesper puts his hands on his waist, though, and tips his head back to give Jesper space to start kissing his neck. 

"It's not—" A scrape of his teeth over the edge of Wylan's throat "—fucking fair—" Pale skin sucked between his lips, and a moan from Wylan "— that I have to watch you look so fucking dapper—" This time, Jesper just trails off in a groan, leaving another litany of kisses on Wylan's skin. Wylan shivers. 

"I had to watch you dealing cards," Wylan weakly replies. "That isn't fair." 

When Jesper pulls away his eyes sparkle. Wylan swallows. He's finding himself very distracted thinking about all the many wonderful things Jesper's hands can do and have done, aware that he's probably blushing but really far past caring. Jesper smiles, and as he does those very same hands dance around Wylan's body to press him harder to the wall. 

"Want to see what a dealer's hands can do in twenty minutes?" Jesper murmurs. 

"Less, now," Wylan weakly replies. Jesper laughs. 

He ducks forward and kisses Wylan slowly, deeply, lovingly. "Even better," he whispers. 

It really is.

#wesper #six of crows #soc #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #dgb does kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023

[kezzzx]

For the wesper writing prompts, can you do #8 (shielding the other with their body) and/or #35 (kissing scars/bruises)? Thank you!!

Hello there! Thank you for playing! I just did a bit of 35 in my last one, so here is 8 for you!

8. shielding the other with their body

It should’ve been easy. Get into the warehouse by the docks, locate the barrels of red phosphorus destined for the Razorgulls and their new demo guy, load them into the wagon Rotty has waiting round the back and get out of there. 

But it’s never fucking easy. Someone talked, or someone overheard something, a whisper, a murmur, and they’re only just starting to load up the barrels when a group of Razorgulls emerge from the shadows. 

Jesper’s just glad that for once it isn’t his fault. 

They’re vastly outnumbered though, just him, Wylan and Matthias against at least ten Razorgulls, maybe more still lurking somewhere. Jesper manages to take two out when the fighting begins, and Matthias another. Wylan shouts a warning, and Jesper has just enough time to duck for cover and shield his eyes before there’s an explosion and a blinding flash of light. It gives them time to hide amongst the stacks of crates and barrels in the warehouse, but so do the Razorgulls. The acrid smell of the phosphorus from Wylan’s bomb combined with the salty tang of the sea air is enough to make Jesper’s eyes water, and he swipes the back of his hand across his eyes, squinting through the clearing smoke to try and make out any signs of movement. 

Wylan is to his left, crouched behind a stack of boxes by the stairs that lead up to a wooden walkway around the perimeter of the warehouse and connect to another doorway, presumably an office of some kind. The wood looks old and damp from the proximity to the sea, Jesper’s not sure he’d want to risk putting his weight onto the steps, but Wylan is well hidden like this. 

On Jesper’s right is Matthias, his hulking frame just about visible from this angle. Movement catches Jesper’s eye, and he squeezes off a shot, reaching out with his power to guide the bullet where he wants it to go. There’s a yelp and the sound of a body hitting the floor, and then the fighting starts again. Everything narrows down to the weight of his revolvers in his hands, the zing of bullets, the blaze of an explosion. Matthias is out of ammo, wrestling with two men at once. Jesper manages to take one down before he’s caught off guard by a sound behind him, almost ending up with a bullet through his skull but saved by Wylan throwing a vial of some kind of acid directly into his attacker’s eyes. Wylan ducks back into his hiding place as soon as he knows Jesper is okay, until the only Razorgull standing is the stubborn bastard grappling with Matthias. 

With a final shove, Matthias sends him flying, directly into the wooden support beams of the walkway with a sickening crunch. Jesper looks up from the crumpled body as the rotting wood creaks and starts to splinter, the walkway peeling away from the wall and swaying. The walkway under which Wylan is hiding, rooted to the spot.

Jesper doesn’t think, he just throws himself at Wylan, drags him as far away as he can and then down, down onto the floor, covering him with his own body as the entire walkway comes crashing down around them.

When the debris settles, Wylan is blinking up at him, wide-eyed and terrified, face streaked with dirt. 

“Jes,” he croaks, then coughs at the dust lodged in his throat. “Saints, are you alright?” 

Jesper kneels back, brushes off the worst of the dirt. “Yeah, I think so.” He helps Wylan up into a sitting position. “Maybe a little bruised.” 

“Wylan, sorry!” Matthias calls, picking his way through the rubble towards them. “I did not think that would happen.” He offers them both a hand and pulls them back to their feet. 

“It’s fine, we’re okay,” says Wylan, taking Jesper’s hand firmly in his own and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. 

Jesper pulls him in close with an arm around his shoulders, kisses his dusty forehead. “Come on, let’s get out of here before the Stadwatch arrives.” 

#six of crows #shadow and bone #wesper #fanfiction #jesper fahey #wylan van eck

[catdoingblep]

Ok, it is around 1000 words of wesper carrying for each other (ft. Jesper being almost sensory overloaded, Wylan’s insecure thoughts and cold weather in Ketterdam)

Few months ago Wylan wouldn’t have believed if someone had told him that he will feel himself safe in the Crow Club. Few months ago he also wouldn’t have come to the Crow Club in a first place.

He was thinking that it's a dangerous place. He still was thinking that it's a dangerous place but somehow presence of Jesper in the club even with them being at the different sides of the room made Wylan felt himself safer than if he was upstairs in their room alone.

Safe enough to make calculations for Kaz’s new order in the middle of the club in the Barrel.

Maybe too safe as he did’t notice Kaz until Kaz’s cane touches his shoulder.

“Take him out”, cawed Kaz as Wylan looked at him.

“What?”

“Jesper. Take him out”, repeated Kaz. “Upstairs, outside, I don’t care. I don’t want him to do something that can scare the pigeons”.

Wylan looked for Jesper in the crowd to see him at the bar. He was sitting but Wylan could see how he’s constantly moving a bit, playing with his rings and earrings, touching his guns, staring somewhere off the side. There was a strange tension in his movements, and maybe all between them was still fragile and new but Wylan had already learnt what all these signs means.

That Jesper was unstable and tired, like his mind was exhausting itself. That soon all this restless energy would make him nervous, overwhelmed, irritated by every sound and touch, and then he would explode.

“Do I need to repeat again, Hendriks?”, said Kaz raising his eyebrow as like he didn’t understand why Wylan was still here.

Wylan shook his head, hiding papers with calculations in one of his vest’s pockets, and went to the bar, trying to avoid any contact with noisy and drunk club visitors.

Jesper even didn’t notice him with his restless mind too away from the club.

“Jes?”, called Wylan, touching his shoulder as light as he could.

Jesper flinched in surprise, smiling confusedly for a second, before he stretched his mouth into a slightly fake wide smile.

“Did you finish your work, sunshine?”, he asked with a hint of weariness in his voice.

“I think, I need some air”, lied Wylan. Jesper would never agree that he needs a break like no one ever taught him to take care of himself. If Wylan said that Jesper seems tired, he would try to distract Wylan with a joke or lie that he is completely fine. “Do you want to go outside?”

“Just to be sure no one will try to steal my gorgeous man”, smiled Jesper, jumping up from his barstool. Wylan felt himself starting to blush.

Jesper grabbed Wylan’s hand and headed up to the exit with tensed shoulders, maneuvering through the crowd, obviously trying not to touch anyone except Wylan accidentally.

Outside was relatively quiet as it was a time in between of very late night and very early morning. One of the lanterns in front of club was out again, making street a little bit darker than Wylan expected.

It also was cold and windy, and Wylan’s old jacket wasn’t doing anything with it properly. There was even a frost on the paving stones, and Wylan almost wanted to return back.

Almost, because outside Jesper was slowly relaxing like the relative calm of the night street was calming his nerves. It was worth a little freezing if you asked Wylan.

They was silent, and Wylan started to thinking about the project for Kaz again, and went too deep inside his mind because next thing he noticed was Jesper’s coat covering his shoulders.

“You are shivering”, said Jesper when Wylan looks at his face. He still looked tired but his voice sounded calmer.

“And what about you?”, asked Wylan trying to take the coat off while Jesper was trying to make him keep it on.

“And I will not wake up tomorrow with a cold”, reminded Jesper. “And if you return it, I won’t put it back - and we both will freeze”.

Wylan rolled his eyes but allowed Jesper to close few buttons. Jesper’s coat was obviously too long for him, but it was way more warmer than his jacket.

“Do you want to walk around?”, asked Wylan after few moments of silence.

“Walk around”, repeated Jesper with a shadow of amusement in his voice. “In the Barrel. At the late night. I don’t know if you noticed but we are not in the one of that fancy districts there people are walking around. You know, Barrel is a dangerous place”.

“I am pretty aware of it”, said Wylan with all the stiffness he could put in his voice, and Jesper laughed.

“Is it so, gorgeous?”, asked Jesper, and there was so much tenderness in his voice that Wylan felt himself lightheaded.

“But I will be with the best sharpshooter in the Barrel”, continued Wylan. “And you will be with the best demo expert in this city”.

“So you are the best in whole city, and I am just the best in the Barrel, so sad”, sighed Jesper feignedly.

“What can I do?”, smiled Wylan. “There is no one better than me”.

He knew that it is not true. There was the voice of his father in his head, saying “What do you think you are, Wylan? Like everything can overshadow that you are such an idiot”. But it was easy to pretend with Jesper. To act like he was really worth something. Like it didn’t matter who he is and what he can and cannot do. So easy to pretend that he was valuable, that someone as brilliant as Jesper Fahey could love him, that he could be… whoever and whatever Jesper was seeing in him.

Like he could be himself, be just Wylan, and it would be enough.

“No one better than you”, echoed Jesper so quietly that Wylan wasn’t sure he didn’t make it up.

He took the hand Jesper offered, and for a moment he was feeling himself maybe not the smartest like Kaz, not the bravest like Nina, not the worthiest like Inej but definitely the luckiest person in whole Kerch.

#local bisexual with adhd who cannot care about himself almost got sensory overloaded but his insecure gay boyfriend saved the day #ft. their emotionally constipated friend #they are soft comforting husbands your honor and i can prove it #kaz brekker: I don't want to say that I care about jesper so I will say that I don't want him to scare the pigeons #jesper fahey has adhd #it is just around 1000 words of me projecting my adhd and sensory overloads on jesper... #i am not a writter but I had this scene of them outside of the crow club in my mind #show!wesper #jesper fahey wearing earrings agenda #my crows hyperfixation is still in the same room with me #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #wylan van eck #mention of jan van eck #jesper fahey #wesper #wylan van sunshine #jesper x wylan #kaz brekker #gunpowder

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

Hello! It’s me again with your daily Wesper thoughts. I think I could write a short essay about the contrast between Jesper’s usual arrogance and bravado and to how flustered and unsure of himself he can get around Wylan. After he realizes he has romantic feelings for Wylan (I mark this as That Face he makes when Wy is playing piano), he’s so awkward around Wylan. His typical confidence is absent. It’s like when faced with something so real, Jesper doesn’t know how to fake it anymore.

Hello! You`re always welcome in my askbox😊

Exactly! Jesper is shocked by the power of his feelings for Wylan and by their realness. He can`t brush them off, he can`t get away from them. They have changed him - or rather not changed but brought out the parts of him that remained half-hidden for a long time.

Jesper is a loving, caring and loyal person, and it shows in his relationship with Kaz and Inej - especially with Inej. She`s essentially his beloved sister - he absolutely adores her, and he`s going to miss her terribly. But Jesper is also a gambler, used to win a lot today and lose more tomorrow. He`s not exactly holding on to much in 'the chaos of Barrel life'. That`s not to say he wouldn`t do his damnedest to protect Kaz or Inej should the need arise - he totally would. He`d die for them, in fact.

And here`s how his relationship with Wylan is different. He would die for him, yes. The thing is he doesn`t want to. He wants to live for him. Dying is easy in Jesper`s world where risk and danger are all around. Living - daring to be happy and doing everything to make your special one happy as well - is way harder. And for Wylan Jesper is willing to try.

It`s enough to look at the way he holds him - often with both hands, often clutching Wylan instinctively. A gambler who has finally found what he isn`t willing to put on the line.

The 4th gif is by @dramaism

It’s like when faced with something so real, Jesper doesn’t know how to fake it anymore. - This made me think of what Sybil Vane said to Dorian Gray: 'I thought that it was all true... I believed in everything... I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. You came—oh, my beautiful love!— and you freed my soul from prison. You taught me what reality really is... You had made me understand what love really is... I might mimic a passion that I do not feel, but I cannot mimic one that burns me like fire'.

Of course, Jesper is no Sybil and Wylan is no Dorian. Yet, the general sentiment is somewhat similar, I believe, - maybe not so grandiose as the poor girl makes it sound but deep and true nevertheless.

Also, Halo by Beyonce is a Wesper song, change my mind.

It's like I've been awakened Every rule I had you breakin' It's the risk that I'm takin' I ain't never gonna shut you out - are you kidding me?😍

Love is a terrible force - and a beautiful one, what`s more to say.

#asks #wesper #wylan x jesper #jesper x wylan #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wylan hendricks

[wesperbrekkered]

"Do I have a crush?" "You have whatever is after a crush." For Wesper Please

Maybe Inej or Nina says this to Jesper or to Wylan? Even Kaz possibly.

This is a lil snippet from Counting Down The Years, a wesper oneshot that is estimated to be finish between 10k and 15k words. Thank you sm for the ask!

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Jesper didn’t speak much on the journey home, choosing to look out the window of Matthias’ battered old truck instead. Matthias didn’t push, he just put on his Fjerdan folk songs on a low, manageable volume and hummed along to them.

He liked Wylan.

The realisation floored him, and he wasn’t entirely sure why.

It felt natural, because Wylan was always drawing Jesper in, always capturing his attention in the way that nothing, nothing ever could. It felt like the only sane way somebody would feel about him, because how could you not take a look at the magical creature that was Wylan Van Eck and want to give him fucking everything.

Wylan had always just been his best friend, but he supposed he never thought of an excuse to kiss his other friends every year.

He both thanked and rejected Matthias’ offer to stay with him, telling him to go back and enjoy himself and that ‘I can look after myself just fine, thank you very much.’ He shot Jesper a look at those words, but he finally left after giving Jesper a cartoon of leftover food that he’d smuggled with him.

Jesper could have cried.

He didn’t cry. Instead he placed the carton onto his nightstand and sat down on his bed heavily. His shirt was still wet, but he made no move to take it off.

Instead—

“Jesper?”

The voice over the phone was crackly and tired, and Jesper realised he probably should have remembered that timezones exist.

“Hey Da,” he whispered, feeling every string that was holding him together start to fray and snap.

“Jes?” there was more rustling, his father’s voice sounding more worried then sleep riddled now, “you alright?”

“I’m uh—” he hesitated, sucking in a breath, “I’m fine. I think.”

“Jes—”

“—Please.” His eyes burned like someone was poking them with red hot needles, his hand trembling where it clutched his phone to his ear, “please. I just—I just want to talk to you. I miss you.”

He could tell his father didn’t believe him, but Jesper didn’t feel ready to admit just yet what he’d saw, what he’d realised. He’d have to tell Nina tomorrow, he’d accepted that, but for right fucking now he wanted to forget.

Because if he didn’t forget he’d only end up crying, and Jesper felt too old to be crying over a boy.

He didn’t tell his Da about Wylan. He didn’t tell him that he’d only just realised that he liked his best friend. He didn’t tell him that he was struggling, that his course made him feel like he was drowning already, only three months in. He didn’t tell him that he already regretted ever coming here.

Instead, he lay back, shirt still wet, Matthias’ food sat unopened on the nightstand, eyes closed as he listened to his father talk about his week and what it was like being back on the farm and his Ma’s cherry tree.

“Jesper?” his father said suddenly, disrupting him from his sad thoughts.

“Yeah?” Jesper managed, forcing his voice not to crack.

“I love you, you know that right?”

Jesper inhaled suddenly, squeezing his eyes shut as tears seeped down his cheeks. “Yeah,” he tried, he tried, “Yeah I know. I love you too Da.”

When Kaz came back in the early hours of the morning, he wacked Jesper in the shin with the bottom of his cane, telling him to get dressed and eat something or ‘I swear to fucking Ghezen Jesper—’

Neither of them addressed his tear streaked face, or the way his voice was raspy and eyes red rimmed. He just ate his hutspot and let Kaz steal a few mouthfuls.

Later that night—morning—just as the clock turned to 5am, Jesper’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out on instinct, stomach turning to lead when he saw who it was from.

Wyvil

You OK? Nina said you had to leave early.

Jesper sucked in a breath. He could ignore. It was fucking 5am, Wylan wasn’t going to blame him for being asleep.

Jessie

im fine

someone spilled their drink on me and i nearly got sick

Jesper could never ignore Wylan, not really.

Wyvil

Well shit.

Want me to come over tomorrow with some stroopwafels?

And if any one word was likely to make Jesper cry, stroopwafel was the word.

Jessie

nah dw

i think nina has already claimed the nurse keeping position

Wyvil

Well if you need anything else, let me know!

Jesper promptly shoved his face into his pillow and he and Kaz both pretended he wasn’t crying.

You Wylan, I just need you.

“Alright. Spill.”

Jesper sighed.

The next morning—well, lunchtime—saw Nina sat in Jesper and Kaz’s shared dorm room, two steaming bowls of ramen balancing on his bed and Kaz grumbling about how he didn’t get any ramen.

‘If you want ramen you can get your own, Brekker,’ Nina had said, before turning her sharp, expectant gaze on Jesper.

“I may have... seen something,” he muttered, grabbing his bowl and cursing when it burnt his hands.

“I guessed that,” Nina huffed, “what did you see? Did you see what I think you saw?”

Jesper narrowed his eyes, “what do you think I saw?” He wasn’t appreciating this interrogation, thank you very much Nina.

Before he had a chance to answer, Kaz cut in, sounding bored, “he saw Wylan making out with that drummer.”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Jesper cried, nearly dropping his bowl of ramen at the exact same time Nina exclaimed, “I fucking knew they were making eyes at each other!”

Kaz blinked at both of them, flicking through his business book because only Kaz fucking Brekker would be studying on New Years Day.

Jesper groaned, abandoning his bowl in favour of burying his face in his hands. “Do I have a crush?” he whined, almost pitifully except he was moping too much to really care. Maybe he was a moper.

“You have whatever is after a crush,” Kaz said flatly, not even looking up.

“Alright Brekker, shut up or I’m kicking you out,” Nina snapped, turning back to Jesper. “Do you think you have a crush?”

Peeking at her from between his fingers, Jesper shrugged, “I mean, maybe? I think so. I don’t know. Ninaa.”

Nina huffed lightly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “congrats Jes, you’re officially the last to know. Now eat your ramen.”

“Yes mom,” Jesper grumbled, but he felt eternally grateful for her anyway.

His phone buzzed from where it sat on the nightstand. Nina turned it off before he could even check who sent it.

Perhaps it was for the best.

#jesper fahey #wesper fanfic #send anons #wesper #six of crows #writing prompts #jesper x wylan #wylan x jesper #six of crows jesper #wesper fanfiction #wylan van eck #wylan van eck fanfiction #jesper fahey fanfiction #fic wip

[misscongeniality18]

hi, i was wondering if you could do a wesper x male durast reader, where the reader gets kidnapped by a rival gang and the crows have to save him and hes like hurt so wesper has to take care of him? this is my first ask so idk if you could do that, but it doesnt hurt to ask? thanks in advance.

It never hurts to ask! I've never written a male reader before, but I'll give it my best shot.

Arms - Wesper

Synopsis ! You have been kidnapped by the Dime Lions, and your boys are freaking out about what must be happening to you. Pairing ! Wylan x male!durast!reader x Jesper Genre ! Angst, some fluff Warnings ! Violence, blood, injury, language Word Count - 806

" I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling I'll never let a love get so close You put your arms around me and I'm home " - Arms, Christina Perri

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Jesper was absolutely losing his shit. Wylan, on the other hand, was sitting quietly with his head in his hands, trying not to cry. The Dime Lions had figured out that you were Grisha, and despite your durast abilities, you were subdued and taken hostage.

"Why didn't you tell us, Kaz?" Jesper questioned his boss, anger burning in his eyes.

"I have people working on it now. I didn't tell you because I knew you would freak out like this" Kaz answered, gripping his cane tightly. If he was honest, he was worried too. You'd become a close friend of his, just like a few other members of the Crows had.

"I'm not freaking out!" Jesper exclaimed, throwing one of his beloved hats across the room.

Wylan looked up from the little ball he'd turned himself into. "Yes, you are, Jes. Come here."

With a sigh, Jesper crossed the room and sat next to Wylan, pulling him into a hug. They loved you so much, they would burn the whole city to the ground, and they had the means and talents to do so. Which is why Kaz didn't tell them about your kidnapping until he already had people on the job.

"Boss, they're back!" Rotty announced as he came bursting through the door.

Matthias came into the room with you over one massive shoulder, Nina and Inej following closely behind. The Fjerdan laid you on the table in the center of the room, and that was when the dark stains across your purple kefta became visible.

You’d opted to keep your kefta as a reminder of where you came from, but you rarely ever wore it. The Dime Lions must have found it and put it on you. But why? Why did they need a durast? And more importantly, why you?

Those were questions that could be answered later.

Jesper practically flew as he made his way to you. He pulled at the fastenings to your kefta, hoping that the blood wasn’t yours.

But it was.

Cuts and gashes were spread across your chest, and your face had been bruised and beaten badly. On the other side of the table, Wylan covered his mouth with his hands in horror. Jesper clenched his jaw, balling his fists as he wanted to beat the living fuck out of whoever did this to you.

Nina appeared at Wylan’s side, moving her hands to knit your flesh together again. You squirmed at the itchiness of it, and the men who loved you the most held you still, trying not to look at the bruises around your wrists from the ropes used to bind you.

You’d been restrained and couldn’t even defend yourself from those heathens.

Once Nina was done, everyone left the room to give Wylan and Jesper some time alone with you as you slept. A bowl of warm water had been brought up with some oils to soothe your pain, and they each took a rag to clean the blood off your skin.

Jesper wiped the rag across one of the jagged scars left behind by Nina’s healing, and you jumped in your sleep, your eyes opening slightly, still swollen from the beating you’d taken.

Wylan noticed first, one hand gripping yours and the other smoothing back your hair. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

You opened your mouth to speak but found that your throat was dry. Coughing, you asked for water, and Jesper was more than glad to oblige you.

The cool water ran down your throat, and when you were done, you said, “I’m fine, just a little sore.”

“What did they want with you?” Wylan asked, his voice soft as he clutched your hand to his chest.

You shrugged. “They wanted me to amplify some weapons for them, but I wouldn’t do it, so they decided to punish me until I did. I still refused. Nina, Inej, and Matthias showed up just as they decided they wanted to take my hands. Luckily, they didn’t get that far.”

“You stupid, stupid man,” Jesper muttered, gingerly touching your precious hand that was nestled in his own. “Why didn’t you do what they wanted?”

“You’re saying they wouldn’t have killed me after I did?”

You still had your sarcasm, and Jesper leaned forward and kissed your forehead despite the laughter bubbling from his lips. A drop of wetness hit your cheek, and when you looked up, you saw that he was crying.

“Darling, I would’ve expected Wylan to cry, not you,” you whispered, reaching for the hands of your boys.

“Hey,” Wylan objected even though tears glittered in his eyes.

“Oh, I love you, you know that.”

Wylan smiled. “I do.”

“I love you both so much,” you whispered as you fell back to sleep, feeling safe and at home once you were in their arms again.

Not my best work, but it's still very sweet and fluffy. Wepser has my heart!

#wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #wylan x reader x jesper #shadow and bone #six of crows #soc #fanfic #fanfiction

[malconnorsupremacy]

love is a ruthless game (unless you play it good and right)

Pairings: Kanej, mentioned Wesper

Rating: Mature

Summary: Inej is kidnapped, and it doesn't help when the abductor is the man she walked away from a year ago.

Chapter 1: never saw you coming

Inej woke up in an unfamiliar room, disoriented and with a headache the size of Ravka.

She blinked- once, twice. When her eyes adjusted to the pitch darkness of the room, she tried to gauge her surroundings. Someone had taken her shoes off, and her hands were bound by a rope.

She felt the ground beneath her with her bare feet. Cold, tiled, uncleaned for a while.

Before taking action, she unwound the happenings of the night before. Her mind decried for details she might have missed, with great difficulty. Hell, it hurt to think.

~~~

Inej had just finished her routine walkthrough of the ship, reminding everyone of their duties and giving pointed looks to those slacking off. It was then when she heard a knock on the door of her captain’s quarters and the head of a small brunette poked in.

“Sana! Beta, what are you doing here?” Inej offered her a pleasant smile.

Sana was barely 11 years old, and was intercepted by slavers on the streets of Ravka. Her parents had left her to fend for herself just two weeks before her abduction, too poor and sick to give her anything to meet a level of subsistence. They were Suli, too, and were driven to such poverty by the treatment of the horrible government. Inej wondered sometimes, if her parents would’ve ever abandoned her in times of such crisis. If they knew how bloody her hands would be in the future.

“I brought us some tea, will you have some with me?” Sana enquired, holding two cups of tea in her small hands. Inej was replete with a strange warmth and automatic affinity towards this young girl. Well, it wasn’t like she had anything better to do.

“Of course beta, tell me about your day.”

~~~

That tea.

That fucking tea.

Someone had put something in that tea, not enough to make her unconscious on the spot, but just enough to knock her out in another two hours’ time.

Oh Sana, Inej thought ruefully. What did you do?

Her hands had been working on the rope for a few minutes now, and with a sense of triumph, she finally wriggled free of them. Now, free and unbound, her eyes wandered around the room in the proper sense.

A faint glint caught her eye on the far left of the room. A lock.

Bending towards it, she pulled out a bobby pin from her hair and began picking the lock. A few clicks, turns and the lock gave in. With a satisfied smile, Inej got up to open the door when the air around her shifted. Her neck trickled with a trail of goosebumps as she heard a raspy voice speak behind her.

“You’ve gotten so much better at that.”

It was like glass shattering on a marble floor, like a stone scraping a jagged wall. It was the voice Inej had craved to hear for a year now.

Reflexive and nimble as ever, she turned, grabbing a knife on her thigh and holding it against his neck.

She stared at the mosiac of hard lines and sharp edges, and felt a strange sense of relief upon hearing his salt voice.

“Good to see you again, Wraith.”

~~~

The early sun, high and mighty in all its glory, shone down upon the sea and cast its light on a ship- The Wraith- bobbing its way along the glistening waters. Just ahead, were the beginnings of land; of a city most feared- Ketterdam. Inej stood at its hull, her posture stoic, her pride unwavering as she gazed at the Land of Sinners, as most called it. Ketterdam had countless names, all dark and unwelcoming just as the city itself.

But for all its imperfections, for all its flaws, for its abrasive cracks and irascible shortcomings, she’d found a place among its people. She’d found solace in the constant clatter of heels on cobblestones, in the clink of two kvas-filled glasses between strangers, in the sight of a labyrinth of dark coloured coats and boots. She was arriving at the place that had made her who she was today.

Her maiden voyage had been eventful, she had spent the first three months learning the ropes of the role, under the watchful eye of Specht. She had begun her mission of rising to the pinnacle of her crew’s trust as they circled her cautiously, aware she was inexperienced, and testing if she could cut the mustard.

She did, as it turned out. Their first attack was in Shu waters. They had the most extravagant ships with technically qualified sailors and mechanised equipment. This made them simple to spot, but tedious to overwhelm. But Inej was the Wraith, and she was nothing if not headstrong in proving herself. And so she strategised. And she planned. And left the rest for her to show her skills. She shadowed the Shu Captain, translated his words with the help of her Shu crew members, and that night, they freed 30 innocent boys and girls.

That was the night Inej truly earned the respect and admiration from all her crew members.

Over the course of the next six months, she took down 3 more ships. By the time she returned to Ketterdam, she had already created quite a fearsome reputation for herself.

Inej climbed atop the mast and peered through her spyglass as the dock revealed itself beyond the morning fog.

She spotted familiar figures at Berth 22 and could not refrain from grinning. Jesper stood with an obnoxious suit and an even more vibrant hat flailing his lanky arms upwards. Tucked beside him was a bundle of red curls and freckles. She could not see Wylan’s expression distinctly, but could tell he was smiling too. She looked around them in vain, hoping to catch sight of gloved hands, hats or crow-headed canes. Disappointment sunk in quickly, dissolving in her ecstasy, leaving her with a bittersweet, lingering taste. When Inej had left Ketterdam, she had left with a promise to return, if he tried. But she would give him his time. To be ready.

Inej had flushed cheeks by the time she was released by Jesper while Wylan chuckled at his boyfriend’s exaggerated reactions.

“No letter! For two months! Two whole months, Inej. Was it because I asked for more of those spiced muffins from your mother? I understand I overstated my desire to raid her kitchen of those flavours…”

Jesper’s voice was blanked out by another rising point of disdain. Kaz never wrote back. Every time she wrote letters, she wrote to the Van Eck house, to Nina and to the Slat. Did he ever even open those letters? Did he just skim through the points important for business and discard the rest?

Jesper seemed to notice her awry expression and slipped in a nonchalant comment.

"And Kaz has been working himself to death with all those new clubs opening up, man barely has time to breathe."

Inej gave him a good-natured smile. Leave it to Jesper to assure her with those knowing grey eyes.

"Well, " Inej said as she clapped her hands together. "I'm starving."

*

The first stop Inej made after a hearty lunch at the Van Eck mansion was the Slat. She'd had a lovely time catching up with the couple, sharing her adventures at sea and dodging certain innuendos thrown in by Jesper while he explicated details of the developments in their relationship.

Her feet scaled the rooftops, easy as butter on a hot pan. The waves of nostalgia cascaded over her because nothing had changed . The tiles on the roofs. The crooked pipes. The crows outside Kaz Brekker's window.

Inej noticed the attic window was open, meaning he had known she would come. She quickly slipped into her place on the windowsill. The crows cawed at her presence and nipped at her hand as they used to. Crows don't forget, Kaz had told her once. They hold people who nurture them close to their heart. They remember the faces of those who had wronged them, and coddle their thirst for vengeance.

After a good bell of sitting in silence, Inej decided to finally speak to the man seated at his desk.

"Hello, Kaz," She said, her eyes boring into the back of his head.

"Hello, Wraith. What business?" He clipped. Ever the businessman, she thought wryly.

"You didn't come to see me at the docks," she accused.

"I didn't see the reason for doing so. Was there something important?" He asked, his tone showing no sarcasm.

"I was gone for nine months, Kaz. You didn't even write me back."

"What did you expect me to write you about? About how my day was? About how many people I had killed that day? About how I felt so righteous but at the same time deafened with guilt because of the number of souls I had sent to the Saints?"

Inej felt hurt. His tone was mocking, ridiculing as he mimicked one of the lines from her letters.

So he had read them. He had probably laughed at them.

"No, Kaz," She said as she pulled her hood over her head. "Even a simple 'Hello, Inej' would've done."

~~~

"What business, Dirtyhands?" She tried not to let her anger show, of being drugged and then tied to a chair by him.

He only raised a brow in response, which fueled inej’s annoyance.

She backed him until he sat down on the chair right behind him. Then using her leg, she shoved open the door with the picked lock. What stared at her was an unwavering brick wall.

She couldn't help but huff a laugh.

"Whose idea of a cruel joke was this?" She asked, as she watched him curl one end of his mouth.

"Rotty's. Hope before the torture; callous, wouldn't you say?"

It then dawned on her that this was a Dreg safe house. It wasn't one she had been in before, so it had to be a new one. Which also meant there was a hidden escape somewhere in this room.

"You make quite a lousy abductor. You didn't strip me of my knives." She stared right at his brown eyes, swirling, brewing the most bitter coffee she'd ever seen.

He grinned at that but didn't say anything, and Inej hated it. Hated how he made it look like it was part of his plan. How he still rendered her completely flummoxed, even while she was the one who wielded the knife.

"I will ask you one simple question, Dirtyhands. Why did you bring me here?"

"My answer to that has never changed, Inej. Money. Always money."

The urge to spit on his godsforsaken face was so overwhelming she had to clench her mouth shut. She had given up on him a long time ago, and yet he managed to spew such bullshit that she was compelled to want to give up on him all over again.

"What were you going to do? Hand me over to my enemies at sea? Or maybe you'd do me a clean kill yourself? Anything to earn you a quick buck."

Inej thought she saw Kaz's face morph at her words. To something of sadness. Of guilt.

But he went back to wearing a poker face the very next second.

Some deep-rooted part of her screamed vehement denials at the accusation, but she shoved it to the bottom.

This was too much. All of it. It was a bubbling wave of frenzied emotions coupled with anxiety, threatening to burst through her stoic dam.

"No," Kaz said slowly, testing the cracks in her fortress. "I've been paid to bring you here. To get you away from the ship."

When Inej shot him a pointed glare, demanding an elaboration, he sighed.

"Gheller, the man whose ship you raided 7 months ago, has a son- Revanch. Now, Gheller's ship had a signed contract of transfer of 3/4th of his business profit to Revanch. It was a plea to amend the demand in his will, since every other asset he owned went to his bastard son in Kerch, Gewild.

"So you see, Mr. Revanch was furious he wasn't getting anything from his father and commenced a fight with Gewild, demanding he give Revanch his share of the assets."

"And Gewild didn't agree," Inej guessed, painfully nostalgic with how this was the way Kaz always narrated his ventures before the Ice Court heist.

"Of course not, which is why he turns to you, the woman who had stolen his wealth in the first place."

"He wants revenge. And he wants to loot my ship." Inej pieced it together, jaw clenched.

"And that is why he paid me a hefty price to bring you here. You see, your ship is disorganised without you. They wouldn't hold a strong front, unprepared and without the support of their Captain. They’d lose, giving way to Revanch to ransack your ship," Kaz explained, his eyes glinting with a familiar light of mischief.

Inej caught on immediately. The lie in his eyes. The upward tilt of his lips.

Because her ship was the complete opposite of disorganised. Inej had given first importance to making her crew as disciplined as possible. Attacks should be coordinated, and every member should remain alert in case of an emergency.

She narrowed her eyes at him. What was he playing at?

“What did you do? Is my crew in danger?” Inej hissed, tightening her hold over the hilt of her knife. It was starting to make a scar on his pale skin.

Kaz remained baring his ridiculously infuriating smirk.

“No, Inej,” he whispered, as if trusting her with a secret, “because I didn't follow the plan.”

on ao3

#kanej #six of crows #inej ghafa #kanej fanfic #fic rec #kaz brekker #kaz holding inej captive. detoxified.

[simplydifficultme]

Commissionsssss ! (OPEN)

Did you ever want to tell a Wesper-obsessed artist on the internet to draw your self-indulgent or otherwise important to you idea? Fantastic. Here is your chance.

I am very much in the process of making super stupid but equally self-indulgent financial choices, therefore I decided perhaps I'll try to put my obsession to good use and offer some commission slots.

Just consult my wonderfully comprehensive and professionally laid out chart below for my rates.

Yes I draw:

Characters and that are not Jesper or Wylan (I CAN do that!)

Fantasy races, elves, mermaids, orcs, dragonborn etc.

A bit of background if you require, however that only comes with further exchange of coin

NSFW stuff, happily in fact

NO I do not draw:

Furry Porn, thank you very much unless you'd like to pay my rates double and I'll do it with a smile.

Mech stuff, idk why one would even consider requesting that of me ???

most animals even tho I could probs pull it off by now

Regarding Payment:

I can offer Paypent in installments! I realize not everyone can or wants to drop such coin in one go. So I can happily spread the total up in 2 or 3 or however many invoices would be suitable to you.

Otherwise as alluded to I handle my Payment via PayPal by sending out invoices you are free to pay off at your own convenience as long as it is within PayPal's time limits.

Just DM me for commission requests or further questions! I swear I do not bite, I'll happily answer ^-^

#wesper #art commission #commissions #open comissions #my art #art stuff #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #oc art #art

[sixofcrowsfandom]

wesper and helnik child fanfic (pt 2 to the previous one at the cooperom)

"lina! do you have everything? we have to leave soon"! Nina shouted up the stairs to the little 4 year old.

"I'm coming Momma"! her smol voice answered back.

a few moments later, Lina came trotting down the stairs, her toy moo in hand.

"do you need help tying your shoes"? Nina asked.

"no thanks Momma, daddy teached me how" Lina replied as she bent down to tie her laces.

"Oh? ok then", Nina said with a small twinge on her heartstrings. it was only yesterday that she found out she was pregnant with her, and now here that little girl was tying her own laces.

"Ok, I'm ready momma", lina said.

"Ok, my little bean, lets go to uncle Wy and Jes's" she said as they walked out the door.

"Jesper! Milo! get down here! Lina and Nina will be here any minute! we don't have anymore time to work on whatever project you started"! Wylan shouted from the kitchen.

"Just about done"! Milo said back.

the last time they two trouble makers met up, it had been a week ago at waffle day, and the two had made plans for thier toys. Milo told the little girl that her would make moo a cool suit for him to where, and thats what he did.

"alright Milo, we have to get downstairs before your dad gets angry at us. is the surprise done"? jesper asked

"ok, papa. i just have to add one more thing". milo said as he went under his bed.

"boy, what are you getting under your bed"? jesper asked

"it's this sparkly thing i got when i want to town with dad", the little boy said as he held up a jar of blue glitter.

"and what, dare i ask, are you going to do with a jar of glitter"? jesper asked

"i'm going to put a bunch of it on moo's suit. lina said blue was her favourite colour".

"well thats nice"! jesper said as they both heard a knock on the door.

"BOYS"! they heard Wylan shout from the stairs"

"coming"! jesper shouted back

"but i have to put the glitter on"! milo complained.

"ok, you do that while i greet our guests", jesper said as he left the room

"nina! and hello there my little firecracker", wylan greeted the two and proceeded to give lina a hug.

"uncle wy, where's milo"? lina asked

"oh, he's upstairs in his room", wylan said.

"ok!" she said all excited. then the little girl began to race up the stairs, fell, then got up and kept running.

"milo! i'm here"! she said as she opened up his door.

"hey lina! moo's suit is ready, and i also finished bits's fire breathing piece", milo told her as he pulled out the sparkly blue armour suit fitted for a small stuffed wolf.

Lina gasped, an snatched the armour out his hands

"milo, it's shiny! and blue my favourite colour. thank you thank you THANK YOU"! she said as she ran and give him a hug.

milo grunted due to the force of impact the girl ran into him, but he was happy he made a little girl smile. and then for the better part of two hours, they played with bits and moo, moo being the brave night, and bits being the scary dragon.

#six of crows #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan hendriks #grishaverse #wesper #helnik #crooked kingdom

[davenweenie]

what i do for when i have afic i dont want to end is i put it into a series collection thing that ao3 has i forgot the name. but u can smush a bunch of fics in the same universe there so whenever im like oh no! they have ended their story. im just like SMACK WHAMMIE HERES ANOTHER ONE SHOT !! whammie kapow!!!! <-ohh mygod tumblr turns your arrows into real arrows. <----- i cant make it long. whatever anyways thats what i do but also you could also fight the person for worlds longest ao3 fic. if i was going for that title i would LOSE it i would get so competitive and start rambling and going insane inside the fics genuienly i'd just start complaingina bout my daily problems but with dialouge and quotation marks about the characters im writing about you know. "My god I Spilled my drink over my boobs. What the hell has the world come to" Said spock. "I'm gonna cry"

This is actually really good advice. One of my favourite fics I’ve written is a Wesper tattoo and piercing AU where instead of being a gang, the Crows are a tattoo and piercing parlour. I got inspo from @jackwolfes who has a f*cking fantastic fic of this with trans!Jesper called ‘late nights in the middle of june’ which if you like SoC or SaB, you should totally read. Any of their fics, actually. They’re all amazing. I’m contemplating posting some of my fics in the form of a series of loads of one shots bc I feel like that’s the only way I’ll get them published. If I didn’t do it that way, I would end up with 80 chapters in one story.

#lab rats #wesper #fanfic

[jackwolfes]

would you like to post a snippet of sugar baby au?🥺🌹 if tha's still a thing

oh man i definitely still want to finish and post it but it's 98,000 words or something obscence like that 😂 all it needs is a rewrite of one of the final scenes and then i can line edit & finish it off!!! so it's the next SOC fic on my list after regency wesper au gets finished, probably, with a break in between because im doing a big bang for a different fandom?? so. end of the year maybe hopefully which is what i said this time last year but shhh anyway, here's a fairly long lil bit from early on in the fic:

Jesper doesn’t plan to tell his friends until after his first trip with Wylan is out of the way, but the email he gets sent two weeks before he’s meant to fly throws that plan out of the window. 

Wylan has sent him a contract. 

“The damn Kerch and their fucking contracts,” he complains, slouched in a leather booth with a clean plate in front of him. 

Nina snorts. She is currently investigating a pile of red tights to see which she can wear without putting a line of ladders on show, but Jesper doesn’t think she’s going to have any luck with it. If anything he thinks she’s more at risk of getting waffle syrup on them, given the way she haphazardly chucks them half a foot above her plate of breakfast. Around them, the terminal diner bustles with the usual chatter of families and tourists readying themselves for a flight. Airport food is rarely ever good, but the waffles at this joint — Saints, they’re something else. 

“It’s standard,” Kaz says dryly, not deigning to look any of them in the eye. “You can file them at every bank in Ketterdam.”

“Because sugar babies are a dime a dozen on the West Stave,” Jesper replies. “Wylan Van Eck isn’t exactly a regular in that end of town.” 

“As far as you know,” Inej points out.

“Have you ever had a conversation with him?” 

“I’ve only ever served him wine,” Nina says, “and I can tell you he is not your typical Barrel clientele.” 

Jesper gestures to her smugly. Nina, of all people, would be qualified to know, but it does make Jesper wonder. All Wylan had asked for was company. Jesper can only assume they’ll hash out the specifics in person, but he isn’t stupid. There’s already a list in his head of how far he’ll go — and it’s pretty far, with a man as pretty as Wylan Van Eck — but he still wonders what exactly Wylan will push for. He’d have clocked him as somewhat vanilla, but vanilla doesn’t usually include adopting a sugar baby. 

It’s always the quiet ones, he supposes.

#long post #wesper #soc #fic snippets #asks #anon

[magneticflower]

Ok. What was that about songs? I’m READY. Totally all ears.

Are there any about Inej’s happy tie laughter and - Wylan’s fund for his father’s lawyer?

ask me about six of crows

AhH, thank you for indulging me sjsjs I am so sorry it took like 3 to 5 business days to finally answer this--- I was letting myself get too carried away with songs before I eventually made myself cut out down lmao.

I'll put the rest under readmore for the sake of sparing anyone who does not care sks

Oddly enough, I'm not starting off with Kanej but with Helnik because the song West Coast by Imagine Dragons makes my heart ache when I think of them. I could put every single lyric on here buT I'll refrain-- sorta. I'll make sure to just elaborate on this one and the Kanej one I have ---

In particular though--- the bridge describes their ending so well.

"I'll change my ways if you would stay And all your tears that you have cried will go away Oh, just grant me one more day Oh, my love, please don't give up See the Devil at my door I see the future of the ones that I've ignored I guess I was born to be at war And, my love, I won't give up So, my love, please don't give up."

Matthias being so ready to just go with Nina wherever that may be. Matthias wanting to to just be with her one more time that he uses every last bit of strength he has to make to her before he dies. The war line alluding to both of them and their lives as soldiers. It just HITS me in the heart 'cause it reminds me of them especially when I think of it all leading up to their moments together in Crooked Kingdom and Matthias' oath to her.

The pre-chorus also --

"I ain't no Superman, I ain't no Holy Ghost I'm just the one who keeps you up at night, you love the most I'll be your strong man, I'll be your West Coast I'll be the sun, I'll be the waves, I'll be the one you love the most."

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For Kanej, the song Easy for You to Say by 5SOS. Once again, I want to throw out all the lyrics of the song fit Kaz's pov but I will stick to only one verse ----

"I feel it in moments, a semblance of free Between all the gaspin', I finally breathe So I hold on so tightly in times that I see Someone with striking resemblance to me A darkness that holds me and loves when I bleed It locks all the doors and then hides all the keys Wish someone had told me what I couldn't see A glimmer of hope that was starin' at me."

This song in particular come to when thinking of the infamous, "I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all," because the song is about saying one thing but having a hard time following through and that definitely happened with Kaz then. He was trying to be honest--- but the timing was off and wasn't ready to commit to what he needed to be willing to do to be with Inej.

"Easy for you to say Harder for me to take This nostalgia in my bones Why can't I forget it?"

I have more songs for them but this one has struck me the most at the moment.

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And here I'll just narrowed it down to one or two songs (for most, couldn't help myself with Inej and Kaz) and won't go on a tangent for any of them for the sake of brevity haha.

The Crows as a Whole: Rescue Me by OneRepublic, Sharks by Imagine Dragons, Crossfire by Rag'nBone Man; Seven Nation Army cover by Haley Reinhart (Post-Modern Jukebox) Inej: Hallowed Ground by Bishop Briggs. Mine by Phoebe Ryan, Wanted by OneRepublic, Art of Survival by Bishop Briggs, Praying by Kesha Kaz: Cutthroat by Imagine Dragons, Payback by Vo, Lost by NF Feat Hopsin, Blinding by Florence + The Machine Jesper: Run and Go by TOP; Bang! by Ajr, Mistake by NF Nina: Dear Departed by The Band Perry; Baggage by Bishop Briggs Matthias: Changing of the Guard by Rag'n'Bone Man Wylan: Not Today by TOP Kanej: Kings by The Pierces Helink: Nostalgia by The Band Perry Wesper: So Tied Up by Cold War Kids (Specifically book wise) Bonus one for the Trio (Kaz, Inej, Jesper): Next to Me by Imagine Dragons

End of tangent but feel free to ask me about any of the songs if you wanna know why I chose them for the characters -- and feel free to tell me any songs you associate with the characters!

#i totally respect if you don't even read any of this 'cause I get far too carried away and I appreciate you asking nonetheless!! #six of crows #crooked kingdom

[whynotcherries]

i am on my second noah-kahan-lyric titled fic and i realized i never did one of the lists for his songs as the crows.

i am still working on his other albums, but i have a stick season obsession and i will be using just stick season for this list. and i'll reblog with my edits once i've listened to his whole discography.

kaz brekker -- growing sideways -- "i'm terrified i might never have met me // if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i'll drive." -- between this song and northern attitude, this one is more hopeful for his happy ending, i think.

inej ghafa -- the view between villages -- "the things that i lost here, the people i knew, they've got me surrounded for a mile or two." -- this song is the happy ending of the story in this album in the exact same way that inej leaving ketterdam is her happy ending in the duology.

jesper fahey -- homesick -- "this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation." -- this is about being angrily tired of your boring monotonous hometown. do not try to fight with me over this.

wylan van eck -- new perspective (& a troubled mind off of cape elizabeth) -- "you and all of your new perspective, now // wish i could shut it in a closet and drag you back down." -- i feel like this song is wylan in the first book, i cannot explain.

nina zenik -- all my love -- "i'm still out here with the pills and the dogs if you need me, dear. i'm the same as i was, it's all okay." -- it's the perfect mix of her before they broke matthias out of hellgate and post-ck. love.

matthias helvar -- stick season -- "i'll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have, but i did not lose." -- i'm sorry. the song really is matthias, but i couldn't resist putting that lyric as the fucking tag thing, especially because the song is mostly able to be related to hellgate/early soc matthias.

jordie rietveld -- halloween -- "collect every dream in these old empty pockets and hope that i'll need them some day." -- i couldn't be more sorry, but i could write an entire analysis on this choice.

kanej -- orange juice -- "are we all just crows to you now? are we all just pulling you down?" -- if the writer himself looked me in the eyeballs and said he wrote this song about kanej, i would believe him wholeheartedly.

wesper -- she calls me back -- "does it bite at your edges? do you lie awake restless? why am i so obsessive, hanging on to every sentence?" -- this screams pre-relationship wesper while they were pretending not to have raging crushes on each other.

helnik -- still -- "it's like i'm still here with you." -- again, couldn't be more sorry. it's funny that they call this man folk malone, which makes me laugh so hard, but his music is actually fucking depressing.

#his music makes me so sad when i think about the words #but it's so pretty and i will continue to sing it like they're pretty love songs while i'm in my car by myself <3 #six of crows #stick season #noah kahan #back on my musical bullshit #crows lists

[fantastic-nonsense]

The Kaz and Wesper wedding gift fic or the Tim and Damian time travel fic, your choice.

I answered the Tim-Damian time travel fic one the last time I did this and I don't really have much to add on from that answer, so I'll link that one here and answer the Kaz-Wesper Wedding Gift WIP!

So. How did I come up with this fic idea? “Kaz should give his childhood farm to Jesper and Wylan as a wedding gift or something” I said offhandedly in the replies of my meta about Kanej not wanting to live there themselves as a split-second compromise for what he should do with it instead...and then proceeded to think very hard about that very scenario.

The love, trust, and respect it would show for Kaz to literally hand over his childhood to them...not wanting to live in it himself but wanting it to 'stay in the family' in the only and best way he knows how...knowing they'll take good care of it and get more use and joy out of it than he ever will at this point...gifting Jesper the open sky and big fields to run in that he desperately misses and Wylan implicit entrance into a family history of love...yeah anyway I have a lot of feelings about this now and so it grew into an actual fic idea.

...also writing Jesper's dialogue to echo an incident that happened to my mom is something that can be so personal and funny, actually:

“Let me put it this way. If the lights aren’t handled by tomorrow, I’ll go shoot them out myself.” "You can't do that!" the mercher said, nervously eyeing the ever-present guns resting at Jesper's hips. "Of course I can!” Jesper smiled at him cheerfully. “I'm a great shot." Kaz suppressed a laugh as the man’s face lit up with alarm; it wouldn’t do to have Dirtyhands’ reputation sullied because he couldn’t hold his infamous straight face in front of respectable people.

Ask me about one of my WIPs!

#my writing #thanks for the ask #six of crows #ask game #otp: you can't kiss me from down there #wesper #kaz brekker