Fandom: Six Of Crows Ship: Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck Context: Jesper is a master sharpshooter and Wylan is a dyslexic demolitions expert. The two were in a gang called the Dregs with their friends Kaz, Inej, Nina and Matthias, as well as Kuwei. After they all went their separate ways after pulling off the quite possibly the biggest heist the world has ever seen and rescuing a heavily guarded scientist, as well as destroying an extremely addictive drug called the Jurda Parem that boosts Grisha's powers (aka makes the superpowered people's powers even stronger) (Matthias unfortunately not making it in the end), Jesper and Wylan live together in a mansion Wylan's father used to own. Wylan's father was abusive due to Wylan's illiteracy, but they put him in jail so now Wylan has taken over his father's incredibly successful company and is rich. (This is in the time period similar to the 1800s) Prompt (if applicable):N/A
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He woke up to the feeling of the sun bathing his skin with its warmth.
Jesper's eyes opened slowly, reluctantly. If he could, he'd bask in the tub of soft comforters and even softer pillows for days.
But there was work to be done.
People to threaten.
Money to be gained, or perhaps stolen.
Teases and kisses to be given to a certain curly-haired boy.
The Zemeni boy sat up, arms stretching towards the sky he loved so. He let out a yawn, stretching in a manner that let his bones crack deliciously. Perhaps he could get a massage today. Though as great as the gray skies and damp air in Ketterdam were, the sky above couldn't compare to the one stretched across his boyfriend's skin, with freckles for stars and blushes as clouds. Jesper loved finding the constellations littered across his skin and tracing them with his finger.
He couldn't help but look over, a fond, tired smile appearing on his face as his eyes gratefully drank up the sight of Wylan splayed across the bed, clutching the bed sheets close to his chest with his slim fingers, cheeks slightly flushed and curls draping across his forehead. His back rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the corners of his mouth occasionally twitching in to either a smile or a pout.
I'm so lucky, Jesper thought for the millionth time, feeling his heart beat harder in his chest.
Though his back was to him, Jesper could still see the relaxed pout on Wylan's face, and his smile widened even more.
It was Sunday, so there wasn't much to do besides laze around and go over documents and legal papers. It had been almost two weeks since the whole incident with Kuwei, so they were still finalizing things and getting accustomed to their new lives. It was strange, not being on the run constantly from either the government or gangs. As much as Jesper loved relaxing and doing nothing of importance, that energy within him was going bonkers. If he didn't do anything for too long he felt like he'd explode.
