A/N: I just finished reading Crooked Kingdom and wrote this because I'm a sappy little lover of love and I want Wesper to be together forever like they deserve to be.

Enjoy reading! I hope you squeal and grin like my girlfriend did.

Jesper

The ceremony wasn't supposed to be a big thing. Just him and Wylan dressed in their finest, staring at each other like the lovesick fools they were.

Jesper bounced on his heels. All that energy needing to go somewhere, and it wasn't appropriate to shoot someone at a wedding. His hands reached for his belt even though his beloved pistols were in a box under his bed. He was nervous and now he wished he'd had the comfort of that smooth surface under his palms. This was a big commitment after all. He had every right to be nervous.

He looked around the small gathering of people. His father smiled at him, holding his hat in his hands. It was still the one he had worn for as long as Jesper could remember. The man was rich but still wouldn't buy a new hat... Wylan's mother sat next to him. Alys was there too with that music teacher next to her. Jesper forgot his name, but he was sure he must be deaf to survive living with her singing 24/7. Her baby was playing with something in her lap and Jesper suddenly realised that was Wylan's half-sister. Weird...

And then his gaze wondered past the decency of the room to his beloved Dregs. Nina couldn't make it although she was very upset about missing out on the cake. Kaz was talking to Inej and Saints! Were they holding hands?! Jesper did a double take, blinked, rubbed his eyes and then conceded that he had clearly gone mad. That was when he locked eyes with that beautiful sky blue and he realised he had definitely gone mad. How in a sane world would Wylan Van Eck agree to marry him?

In the year since everything went to hell and back Wylan had quickly found his place as a proper Merchant, re-building the Van Eck name as something that actually meant something. Jesper would help with all the paperwork, reading and writing for him, he was proud to note that his handwriting had improved considerably. Wylan always paced when he was dictating and Jesper got distracted too often. What can he say? He found he had a thing for being told what to do.

He also loved reading to Wylan, looking up at that concentrated face every now and then and letting himself get distracted.

And in accordance with the new treaty being signed, Wylan Van Eck should remove his shirt and-

Jesper!

Wylan had hit him with a pillow, but Jesper had quickly pinned him in place, the documents fallen to the ground, forgotten. Wylan had squirmed on their bed, but Jesper wouldn't relent.

Next time we're doing this in my office. Properly, Wylan had huffed.

Promises, promises, I've always wanted to do you on that desk.

He had revelled in that bright pink blush before he had kissed him senseless.

And there was the blush again. It tinted Wylan's ears under his red-golden curls. Jesper took Wylan's hands in his own. He wanted this. He wanted to spend the rest of his live making Wylan blush with the heat of a freshly fired gun. He was going to marry that damn cute merchling and then he was going to get out of this place and make love to him.

Wylan

Jesper pulled him up to their bedroom and Wylan could help feeling drunk with giddiness and maybe a bit of wine...

"Damn stairs," Jesper muttered and Wylan giggled like a child. He was happy. So incredibly happy.

He never thought this place could feel like home but bit by bit it had changed over the year. His father's tasteless treasures had been replaced by his mother's paintings, Jesper's odd little trinkets and Wylan's own collection of things that were no longer banned to his room. It looked a little messy, but it was home. Jesper made it home.

Jesper had once asked why he stayed in this house, why he kept his father's name.

Because I want to make it my own. I will run this business in his name until nobody remembers it was once his. Just like he had once meant to erase Wylan from the city's memory, Wylan was going to pay him the same curtesy.

Jesper had sighed then and cupped Wylan's face like he was some lost child. What has Kaz done to you?

They passed a maid who curtseyed and Jesper bowed back extravagantly, that roughish grin on his face as bright as ever.

Wylan sighed, he was so damn in love.

They finally reached the door and Jesper pulled him into the room with a rough tug. The door closed with their weight as Jesper pushed Wylan against it.

"I've been waiting to get you alone all day," Jesper breathed. Their lips so close, Wylan could feel them move as Jesper spoke.

"Will you have me against the door?"

He felt Jesper's smile. "I'll have you in every corner of this house."

Their lips came together and Wylan's arms were restricted from doing anything apart from letting his hands grip the front of Jesper's red and gold waistcoat.

Too quickly, Jesper pulled away. "Yet again," another step away. Wylan held onto the fabric, he immediately felt the absence of Jesper's body against his and he didn't like it. "The bed is more comfortable."

Wylan didn't let Jesper get far before he had his arms around his neck and was kissing him again.

Jesper's hands moved down his back and then further to his thighs. And then the floor disappeared.

Wylan let out a tiny yelp as Jesper picked him up. His legs found their way around Jesper's waist and then his back was against a hard surface again.

Their lips parted breathlessly and Wylan had to concede. "The bed sounds good."

Jesper pulled away from the wall and dropped him onto the soft mattress, the pillows bouncing from their neat stack at the head.

Jesper straddled Wylan and let a gentle hand cup his cheek for a moment before the wild fire returned to his eyes. He bent down and kissed Wylan's exposed neck.

"I can't believe I conned you into marrying me," he whispered into Wylan's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"That's where you're mistaken, I was the mastermind behind this. Now you're officially Mr Merchling." Wylan teased although his mind was already more focused on Jesper's hand than on the banter.

"Saints, you're right," Jesper sighed. His grey eyes came into view, glancing at Wylan's lips before making eye contact, "I wouldn't change it for the world."