Gays In Every Universe That Are Just Arthur And Merlin Reincarnations:

Gays in every universe that are just Arthur and Merlin reincarnations:

Nick and Charlie

Will and Nico

Jesper and Wylan

Buck and Eddie

Wilhelm and Simon

Toni and Shelby

Kit and Jade

Syd and Dina

hi! thank you so much for all the fics you write and share i don’t think i’ve ever read one i didn’t completely love!!! I have a request, if you’re open to it: wesper are now making out after lots of pining-as-friends, and jesper can’t shut up about how hot he thinks wylan is, how excited he is, he realizes he’s maybe over sharing or coming on too strong but he cannot help it!!!

you're very sweet darling 🥺 also this was very cute ty for requesting it!!

“Saints,” Jesper whispers. 

Wylan nods, hands still scrambling over the soft fabric covering Jesper’s chest. He’s still half-reclined over the end of the sofa Jesper found him on an hour ago. The one where it all finally came out, that little crush Jesper’s been hiding for weeks — months, maybe a year, he isn’t sure — bitten back by a boy that didn’t want to risk this friendship he had except it all just burst — 

It doesn’t matter, apparently. He’d blurted it all out with a mortifying amount of honesty and Wylan, wide eyed, had just… 

His lips part, firm enough that Jesper’s do the same against his guiding touch. They both groan into each other’s mouths, terribly uncivilised and absolutely wonderful. Wylan had done exactly what he’s doing now, yanking him close to kiss him stupid. It was an answer in itself that Jesper is now cherishing. 

He really, really likes it.

“Saints,” Jesper repeats, “You’re— mm—"

Wylan hums, nodding again. His hands have stopped their frenetic dance, deciding instead to grip tight to Jesper’s sweater. He uses his grip to pull him closer, and Jesper does not mind. 

“I’ve— shit, Wy— mm—”

Wylan pulls away. Jesper blinks. That is the opposite of what he wanted to happen. “What?” 

Jesper swallows. Is his face hot? He thinks so. Wylan’s is flushed a beautiful bright pink. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for months,” he admits. 

Slowly, Wylan nods. “Okay,” he says, “then kiss me.” 

Jesper does. 

He leans down, still mostly hovering over Wylan, eagerly sinking into the feeling of his best friend’s soft hands on his chest. He grazes his teeth over Wylan’s bottom lip, relishing the little gasp he gets for his trouble and using the opportunity to sink his tongue into his mouth. Wylan squirms beneath Jesper. His body is so warm. His lips, kissing Jeper back like he’s starving, are even warmer. Jesper wants to pull away and just appreciate the sight of him, knowing that his lips will be slick and his body will be flushed, ust like he knows that he’s wanted to see Wylan like this for weeks. Months. Maybe even a year. 

“Saints,” Jesper gasps, “you’re so— so—“

Wylan lifts his hands and settles them around Jesper’s neck, linking his fingers together and yanking Jesper close. It makes Jesper gasp, a muffled noise swallowed by Wylan’s kiss. It’s unsubtle, that eager request for more, and Jesper wants so badly to indulge him. He thinks now that he has wanted this for over a year. For decades. For his entire life, perhaps, because how can anyone not want Wylan? Gorgeous Wylan, funny Wylan, excellent kisser Wylan—  

“Wylan,” he sighs, still thinking about how he could possibly finish that sentence. You’re gorgeous, or perhaps, how are you such a good kisser, or even— “Saints, you’re so— mm— hot.”

Quietly, he hears Wylan chuckle. “Says you,” he murmurs. 

“Yeah, says me. You’re—” 

Wylan cuts him off with another kiss, muffling his words and making Jesper hum. Maybe he’s moaning. He doesn’t care. From the feeling of it, Wylan doesn’t either. 

“Wy—”

“Jes,” Wylan whispers, “stop talking.” 

Jesper nods. A good, sensible idea. 

He kisses Wylan one more time and gets a low moan for his trouble, something delicious and beautiful. Jesper sinks into the feeling of his lips sliding over Wylan’s. They’re so soft.  They’re so— perfect. They’re indicative of every wonderful thing Jesper loves about Wylan, this beautiful boy that against all odds wants to kiss him too. Jesper can’t make sense of the fact Wylan wants to kiss him back but he does, evidenced by the hot press of his tongue against the seam of Jesper’s mouth, pressing between his lips and running along the line of his teeth. 

“Fuck,” Jesper breathes out, “I can’t get over how fucking hot you—“

Wylan’s hands against his shoulder are insistent and, before Jesper can make sense of it, he’s being shoved backwards to sit on his heels. He goes, breathing heavily, taking in the heady sight of Wylan spit-slicked and blushing. 

“What are—”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months,” Wylan blurts. “Oh, Ghezen, I want to kiss you so badly I can’t think. Please stop talking so I can kiss you.” 

Jesper’s face heats, gently mortified. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t you dare,” Wylan says. “Saints, you’re— such a good kisser.” 

“Even though I keep talking?” Jesper asks. 

Wylan nods, eyes still a little wide. “I can’t think straight with you looking like that.”

“Like what?” 

“Like that.” Fruitlessly, Wylan gestures at all of Jesper’s body. He shuts his eyes, flush still blooming like a rose on his pale skin. “Ghezen help me, I can’t believe you want to kiss me.” 

Jesper smiles softly, terribly pleased. “Course I do,” he murmurs. “Have you seen yourself?” 

Softly, Wylan groans. “Ghezen help me,” he mutters, voice weak and wonderfully him. It makes Jesper laugh. 

“Want to kiss me again?” Jesper asks, feeling bold.

Wylan sits up, crawling forward till Jesper gets the hint and settles back. He allows Wylan to take the lead, watching him clamber up till he’s sitting on Jesper’s lap. It is a very, very good position to be in. The weight of him straddling Jesper’s thighs, the warmth, the closeness. Jesper adores it all. How lucky he is.

Softly, Wylan kisses his lips once more.  

“I never want to stop kissing you,” he whispers. 

Jesper is very okay with that, too.

Obi-Wan doesn't sleep. Ever.

the conditions a character sleeps in says so much about them. how does your favorite star wars character sleep. do they have a weighted blanket. are they buck ass naked. do they wear a lacy sleep mask or listen to purrgil asmr

Wesper [Wylan x Jesper] - Six of Crows - Sun & Moon Fanfic

Let me tell you a tale.

Once upon a time, a million of years ago, there were beings that graced the sky. Humans on earth named them Sun and Moon. They graced the sky along with the stars. When the Sun disappeared, the Moon took its place; the Sun did the same when the Moon left.

But the two never met.

And so, humans, ever the romantics, tried to spin tales of them. The Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. The Sun chased the Moon after discovering the Moon had cut all her hair. The Sun is our father, and the Moon is our grandmother.

I’d like to tell you my own tale of their love.

In the beginning, they graced the sky, only the two of them. The Moon was bigger then, as big as the Sun today, and the Sun shone brighter. The Sun graced the Moon with its shine, brighter than anything the Moon had ever seen. They slowly fell in love, and graced each other with presents; Moon gave Sun parts of itself, which humans called planets and asteroids and meteors and comets, and Sun gave Moon trillions upon trillions of pieces of its shine, which humans called stars.

The Moon became inferior, giving nearly everything to his love, while the Sun gave him so much more and yet seemed to never cede. And the Moon caved in, turning away from his love at times, showing us his dark side, sometimes disappearing from the sky completely. And yet, every time he returned, the Sun loved him still, and shone on him even stronger than before, although the Moon was weak and betraying.

Now, you may be wondering where I got the ideas from. 

It’s quite simple:

I am the Moon, and Wylan is the Sun.

He shines brighter than I ever could, and he gives me so much. He gives me his time, his laughter, his voice, his smiles. He makes me feel like I haven’t been such a terrible person, and makes me forget how it ends every time.

And yet I turn away. I run out into the streets looking for a high. I place bets I can’t fulfill. I gamble my money away and shoot recklessly and I forget about him, while he stares out our windows and cries because he knows exactly why I haven’t come back home yet.

The thing that the myths don’t include is that the Sun has an end too. He can stop loving the Moon because he’s given so much and it’s never returned. He can stop loving the Moon because he knows he will never stop having problems, and maybe I can’t fix you after all. He can stop loving the Moon because the Moon has changed, and not in a good way; he is no longer what the Sun fell in love with. He can stop loving the Moon because he sleeps around and spends all his money.

And he did.

When I check his Instagram, I am graced with pictures of him smiling with another man, kissing another man, holding hands with another man. And I am glad. He deserves someone better than me, anyone that is not me because he was right. 

How can he fix me if I can’t fix mysellf?

- I don't write a lot of fanfic. Or any, really. But I had this great idea, so I applied it. The fic is from Jesper's point of view, as you can probably guess. This is a very rough draft. The plan is to rewrite it in a few months to see how much I've improved.

"my hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war" never have i EVER heard a more codywan coded line in my life

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