#london to antwerp

[topbus]

Journey to Antwerp: Booking Your London to Antwerp Bus Adventure

Introduction

Antwerp, a vibrant and culturally rich city in Belgium, is a must-visit destination for any traveler. With its stunning architecture, world-class museums, and delicious cuisine, it's no wonder that Antwerp has become a popular European hotspot. If you're planning to travel from London to Antwerp and are looking for an affordable and convenient option, booking a bus is an excellent choice. In this blog post, we'll guide you through the process of booking a bus from London to Antwerp, highlighting the benefits and attractions along the way.

Why Choose a Bus from London to Antwerp?

Cost-Effective Travel: Traveling by bus is often more budget-friendly than other transportation options. You can find competitive prices and special deals, allowing you to save money for your Antwerp adventures.

Comfortable Journey: Modern buses are designed for passenger comfort. You'll enjoy spacious seating, Wi-Fi, power outlets, and sometimes even onboard entertainment.

Scenic Route: The journey from London to Antwerp offers picturesque views of the English and Belgian countryside. It's a great opportunity to relax and take in the beauty of Europe.

City-Center Locations: Most bus stations in London and Antwerp are conveniently located in the city center, making it easy to access your accommodations and explore the city.

Booking Your Bus Ticket

Research Bus Companies: Start by researching bus companies that operate the London to Antwerp route. Popular options include FlixBus, Eurolines, and National Express.

Check Schedules and Prices: Visit the websites of these bus companies to check schedules and ticket prices. Be sure to compare different departure times and choose one that suits your itinerary.

Book Online: Booking your ticket online is the most convenient option. You can select your departure date, time, and seat preferences. Remember to print your ticket or have an e-ticket ready on your mobile device.

Early Booking Discounts: Bus companies often offer discounts for booking your ticket in advance. Take advantage of these deals to save even more money.

The Journey: London to Antwerp

Departure from London: Most buses depart from London's major transportation hubs, such as Victoria Coach Station or Stratford Bus Station. Make sure to arrive at the station at least 30 minutes before departure.

Channel Crossing: The journey will typically involve a channel crossing. Buses are transported through the Channel Tunnel or by ferry, both of which are unique experiences in themselves.

Belgian Arrival: After crossing the channel, you'll arrive in Antwerp. The central bus station, Antwerpen Koningin Astridplein, is conveniently located near the city center. Book bus to Antwerp easily with us!.

[disease]

THE ANTWERP SIX+1 | LONDON, 1986 PHOTOGRAPHY: KAREL FONTEYNE

MARINA YEE / DRIES VAN NOTEN / ANN DEMEULEMEESTER / WALTER VAN BEIRENDONCK / DIRK BIKKEMBERGS / DIRK VAN SAENE / + MARTIN MARGIELA

[danrifics]

dnp: just get on the train for 30 minutes and come see us!!

yeah okay… this is @dnphobe and my “30 minute” train ride

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Antwerp tickets acquired! Now to plan a holiday!

[submariini]

me getting antwerp tickets w/o even hitting the queue it’s the years of [redacted band] presale training fr

[dinobobwhereheshouldntbe]

ATTENTION Mini Bob has changed countries AGAIN he is in Venice now

[bendteyckermans]

Installation shots of my exhibition ‘Love fulfilled’ with Carlos/Ishikawa in London.

Love fulfilled

Painting has always fascinated me in how it has the possibility to represent, change and guide the way how people would observe their world. It is a tool of materialising an individual’s way of perceiving their “objective” reality. And by depicting it as their set definition (at least as an attempt). I think it visually influences— and has influenced— people more than we think.

For example, I don’t think we have an idea about how influential those prehistoric cave drawings must have been in the evolution of our consciousness. I can imagine that the first humans perceiving those murals invoked an awareness of concept in them. It started out with basic depictions like trees, the moon, sun, hunt, sex, death, etc… and this conceptualisation of our physical world into images and logos, caused by the acknowledgement of those facets of life, must have been a major step in the evolution of consciousness because of this.

Of course, the creation of those murals probably originated out of some form of function or practicality within these proto-societies/communities. But that’s the beauty of it, that its creation by these individuals probably functioned to unite and socialise a group of people into a community.

By saying this, I am not trying to eulogise painting as some high form of art or anything (because clearly it is also not the sole way of expressing our world). But today I hope it can do a somewhat similar thing by functioning as a unique glimpse into a person’s perception and world view. A perception that hopefully could unite (in the social space; a gallery)— and most ideally inspire some people, who feel an affinity towards this individualistic way of perceiving our shared reality.

In essence, painting for me is a depiction of life and exteriorisation of the intimate being, a display of interests, in whatever way one wants to express and visualise theirs. Influenced by a perpetual stream of consciousness, a great river of contents in a succession of different conditions which I have been taught to call thoughts, images, memories, interior dialogues, regrets, wishes, resolves, all interweaving with the constantly changing pageant of exterior sensations of which I am selectively aware.

Filmmaking is a medium for which I have always had a strong affinity, and towards its possibilities of visualising our world’s narrative. For me it is an endless source of inspiration out of our image cultus. I think what attracts me most is the possibility to depict movement— because painting is frustratingly anti-kinematic and portraying movement on a canvas is something that rarely translates well. The possibility to think in movement and dynamics with film have been a new spark for my creative thinking about imagery and storytelling.

The tools of the filmmaking process has seeped in into the painting vocabulary because of my own personal search in how to facilitate this as a way of expressing my perception or interests. As a continuation on this family legacy (I am a descendant of a sculptor’s family of five generations), I manipulate their hoarded information (this physical materialisation of a memory; sculptures, objects, ornaments, etc.), to collate, classify, compose, and sort it in order to create new ideas, or maybe deconstruct old ones, into painting imagery and storytelling— and as an addition to it, filmmaking has become an entity inside its vernacular.

‘Love fulfilled’ is a title of which I hope that it “speaks” to the mind’s eye. It is an attempt to give the viewer of the exhibition a set directive. Which is intended to cause a search for meaning onto the visual vocabulary, setting verbs in motion and turning sensations into metaphors by inviting us to live it figuratively. Like logos to perception— because of course, every painting has a personal intention, but I do hope that an individual’s mind makes more of it than what the limitations of its figuration depicts.

This title was chosen because of how I feel about it; that it is like a sentimental lie. Its wording could announce romance and as well desperation. Desperate because when will a love ever be fulfilled? Perhaps only when it is looked at one from a future life?

And that’s what I hoped to achieve by adding this marble sculpture of a heart, carefully placed in side a rope nest on top of a Flemish Art Deco carpet. I want to invoke the feeling that this assembly was found and not created, to insinuate the impression of observing, or reminiscing, from a distance towards a life lived.

Anyway, this former life I then imagined, interweaved with elements of my own- and staged in the convenient interior setting of my studio space.

Please take note that whatever I write about the works, there is never an intention for me to give an absolute reasoning or meaning about its narration — ideally they invoke a quest in the spectator’s mind space onto a search for meaning and structure by the own’s associative reading and thinking of the painting.

[noisepraise]

Antwerp is about to drop some beats in 2k24!

https://antwerpmusic.bandcamp.com/

[vitaminyoo]

Someone in the comments of a comic im reading called a character a twerp nd i was like omg... thats such a good word im using that more often

[edwardslvrr]

MY FAVOURITE DRIVER 𐙚 lando norris

౨ৎ lando norris x singer!reader

the one where reader has been lando his celebrity crush for ages now, now reader confirms in an interview her formula one crush is lando norris

taglist if you'd like to be added to my taglist, message me privately or comment on this post

warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment хохо

main masterlist 𐙚 lando masterlist

౨ৎ yourname - interview

౨ৎ f1fan twitter

౨ৎ yourinstagram dublin, ireland

liked by landonorris and 421.792 others

yourinstagram dublin you were amazing 🥲 so excited for the rest of the tour & to see you all!!

view all 1.179 comments

username sobbing cus i don’t have tickets

username lando i see u my man xx

username let him crush

username don’t blame him, she’s gorgeous

username see you in london!!!

username (exbf) fumbled HARD

౨ৎ yourinstagram posted on their stories

viewed by yourbsf, maxfewtrell and 1.218.782 others

replies to your story

username seeing you tomorrow💘

yourbsf is that my shirt!!???

yourinstagram oops? 🤷‍♀️

username girl crush for real

username cannot wait to see u in antwerp‼️‼️

౨ৎ landonorris twitter

౨ৎ f1fan twitter

౨ৎ landonorris - post-chinese grand prix race interview

౨ৎ yourname/landonorris twitter

౨ৎ messages max/lando

౨ৎ f1fan twitter

౨ৎ landonorris posted on their stories

viewed by yourinstagram, maxfewtrell and 4.572.782 others

replies to your story

౨ৎ yourinstagram london, united kingdom

liked by landonorris and 563.853 others

yourinstagram london n2 you own my heart, you’ve all made it so special for me! can’t believe my eyes everytime i see your posts🫀🥲 thank you

view all 1.368 comments

username wonder why it was special..

username girly acting like lando wasnt there

username this show was the cause of my dead

username “so special for me” cus of lando wbk babe

username so real 😭

username she defo went on twitter before the show and saw the lando being there tweets & panicked

username you were a giggling mess all night, i wonder why

౨ৎ instagram DM landonorris/yourinstagram

౨ৎ f1fan twitter

౨ৎ yourinstagram posted on their stories

viewed by yourbsf, gracieabrams and 1.289.782 others

replies to your story

username DATE CONFIRMED ‼️

landonorris exposed for not keeping my diet🥲

yourinstagram you’re on a date with the coolest girl ever i think your trainer will figure you 🫶🏼

landonorris maybe yes, he’ll have to give me a pass for being on a date with a pretty girl

yourinstagram oh 😋

username girlfriend got herself a hot man!!

username wife is taken😣

౨ৎ lando.jpg no location

liked by yourinstagram and 491.853 others

lando.jpg girlfriend.jpg

view all 1.727 comments

username the hard launch >

maxfewtrell guess i was wrong..

lando.jpg you were indeed 🙂

username i’ve been begging for this hard launch

username wish i could pull my celebrity crush… jackhughes wya?

username so real, lemme join u. harrystyles hi☺️

username you’re hot drewstarkey

username trevorzegras call me

username be my lightning mcqueen carlossainz55

username screaming crying and throwing up

username my parents (real)

yourinstagram you love me hehe

lando.jpg i did the second you unfollowed charles

charles_leclerc now what did i do?

taglist - @louvrepool @italyrryx @buendiabebeta @janeholt3 @lightdragonrayne @namgification @aquangxl @sammyam @americanbluebirdrb @poppyflower-22 @c-losur3 @nxrrislando @haikyuen @evie-119 @raevyng @urfavsgf

[the-girl-lost-in-fandoms]

must know if they made the dolls kiss & if so what was the context for this??? plz & thank u for ur service! (also i used to live in antwerp & super recommend the matcha bar near paardenmarkt if ur gonna be there for a bit 🫰🏻)

Yesss so they start the show with a little 'we're gonna do a recap of dan and phil for the dads and straight boyfriends who do not know us'

And they pull up tiny rooms like phil's bedroom from pinof, the manchester appartment, the london appartments and the phouse

And they act out what happened in that era with little dan and phil dolls

And of course they made the dolls kiss and touch all the time

You're very welcome, thanks for the advice!

[topbus]

Premier Bus Services in the UK: Elevating Your Travel Experience

Introduction

Traveling in the United Kingdom is a delightful experience, offering a rich blend of historical sites, picturesque landscapes, and vibrant cities. Whether you're a tourist exploring the beauty of the UK or a local commuter, your journey's quality significantly depends on your mode of transportation. Fortunately, the UK is home to several premier bus services that cater to a wide range of travelers, ensuring comfort, safety, and efficiency. In this blog post, we'll delve into premier bus services UK with a special focus on London, where exceptional bus services are the lifeline of the city.

1. National Express: A Nationwide Network

National Express is one of the UK's most renowned long-distance coach operators, connecting cities and towns across the country. If you're planning to explore multiple cities or need a reliable connection to a distant destination, National Express is your go-to choose. Their modern coaches are equipped with comfortable seats, free Wi-Fi, power sockets, and onboard entertainment to make your journey pleasant. Plus, their green initiatives aim to reduce their carbon footprint, contributing to a greener future for travelers.

2. Megabus: Affordable Travel

Budget-conscious travelers often turn to Megabus, a premier bus service that offers a wide network of routes at affordable prices. With a focus on providing value for money, Megabus boasts comfortable seating, Wi-Fi, and power outlets, ensuring a comfortable journey without breaking the bank. Their iconic blue double-decker buses are a common sight on UK roads, offering both intercity and cross-country travel options.

3. Stagecoach: Local Expertise

For those exploring local destinations within the UK, Stagecoach is a reliable choice. Operating in various regions, including Scotland, England, and Wales, Stagecoach provides bus services that cater to the unique needs of each community. From rural routes to city center connections, Stagecoach is known for its commitment to accessibility and customer satisfaction.

4. London: Premier Bus Services in the Capital

London, the bustling heart of the UK, has a world-class public transportation system. Premier bus services London are an integral part of this network, offering efficient and convenient travel options for residents and visitors alike.

[random-brushstrokes]

Alick P. F. Ritchie (Scottish, 1868-1938)

Alick Ritchie was born in Dundee, Scotland. He studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts in Antwerp before settling in London as a commercial artist. He produced many cartoons for Vanity Fair, the Sketch, the Bystander and many other magazines and journals. Ritchie's cartoons and caricatures included portraits of celebrities in a style satirising the Cubist and Futurist schools of art that were predominant at the time. In 1912, he published a book called Y? or Zoo-all-awry, consisting of drawings and rhymes of composite animals, such as the Octopussy Cat and the Porcupython. Ritchie became well known for his theatrical posters, and between the wars he also produced posters for the London Underground. (source)

[danrifics]

will you be exchanging bracelets btw? i am going to make some as well and would love to :)

i will be!

just maybe not at antwerp i don’t think cos im trying to take as little with me as i can 😫

[bluewinnerangel]

FITF Tour exit songs

- NA LEG - Uncasville: Tina Turner - The Best

Gilford: The Smiths - This Charming Man

Laval: Petula Clark - Downtown

Toronto: Bryan Adams - Summer Of '69

Cuyahoga Falls: The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony

Sterling Heights: Shed Seven - Chasing Rainbows

Cincinnati: The Killers - All These Things That I've Done

Columbus: R.E.M. - The One I Love

Indianapolis: Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart

Maryland Heights (St. Louis): Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode

Kansas City: Van Morrison - Moondance

Milwaukee: Johnny Nash - I Can See Clearly Now

Chicago: Earth, Wind & Fire - September

Minneapolis: Sinéad O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U

Council Bluffs: Buzzcocks - Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've)

Sioux Falls: Don McLean - American Pie

Seattle: The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Vancouver: The Police - King Of Pain

Troutdale: Elvis Presley - Always On My Mind

Berkeley: INXS - Never Tear Us Apart

Los Angeles: 2Pac - California Love

Las Vegas: The Killers - Human

Phoenix: Spear Of Destiny - Liberator

Irving: The Doors - Hello, I Love You

Austin: Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

Houston The Woodlands: The Police - Walking On The Moon

St. Augustine: The Police - Every Breath You Take

Hollywood: Elton John - Your Song

Tampa: Pat Benatar - Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Atlanta: The Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want

Nashville: Duran Duran - Hold Back The Rain

Charlotte: Lou Reed - Perfect Day

Raleigh: Van Morrison - Moondance

Columbia: Commodores - Easy

Boston 1: Boston - More Than A Feeling

Boston 2: Pixies - Here Comes Your Man

Philadelphia: Sinéad O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U

Asbury Park: Bruce Springsteen - Dancing In The Dark

New York: Queen - We Are The Champions (dj elf asked a fan to pick between this one and David Bowie - Heroes)

- EU & UK LEG - Hamburg: Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart

Copenhagen: Queen & David Bowie - Under Pressure

Oslo: Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends

Stockholm: The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

Helsinki: Elvis Presley - Always On My Mind

Tallinn: Smash Mouth - All Star

Riga: AC/DC - Thunderstruck

Kaunas: Elvis Presley - Can't Help Falling in Love

Krakow: Iggy Pop - Lust For Life

Łódź: Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop

Vienna: Oasis - Supersonic

Ljubljana: The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It

Budapest: Bloc Party - Helicopter

Bucharest: Foo Fighters - My Hero

Sofia: Rage Against The Machine - Bombtrack

Bilbao: Pixies - Where Is My Mind

Lisbon: White Lies - Farewell to the Fairground

Madrid: Editors - Munich

Barcelona: At the Drive-In - One Armed Scissor

Turin: Lenny Kravitz - Are You Gonna Go My Way

Bologna: Bloc Party - Helicopter

Luxembourg: Pixies - Where Is My Mind

Antwerp: Queens Of The Stone Age - My God Is The Sun

Paris: Biffy Clyro - Bubbles

Amsterdam: Blur - Song 2

Cologne: The Libertines - Can't Stand Me Now

Prague: Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl

Berlin: The Cure - Friday I'm in Love

Munich: Fatboy Slim - Praise You

Zurich: The Strokes - Last Nite

Dublin: Inhaler - These Are The Days

Sheffield: The Killers - Mr. Brightside

Manchester: The Smiths - This Charming Man

Glasgow: The Snuts - Gloria

Brighton: Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated

Cardiff: T. Rex - 20th Century Boy

London: The Libertines - Can't Stand Me Now

Birmingham: Boyz II Men - End Of The Road

- ASIA & AUS LEG - Jakarta: Iggy Pop - Lust For Life

Melbourne: Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl

Brisbane: The Temper Trap - Fader

Sydney: Oasis - Rock 'N' Roll Star

- LATAM LEG - Panama: Hard-Fi - Living for the Weekend

San Juan: Pixies - Where Is My Mind

Rio de Janeiro: Nirvana - Heart-Shaped Box

Like last time the plan is to keep editing this post as tour goes on - 2022 LTWT here

Apple music playlist here

[mcntsee]

Schön

Summary: Kaz calls y/n by the nickname he gave her during their childhood for the first time in years.

Context: Schön (and correct me if I’m wrong please) means pretty in German and it’s pronounced ‘Shawn’ (kinda). As far as I know, Ketterdam is based off Amsterdam (and well, Antwerp, Las Vegas, London, and old New York). I don’t know Dutch, but I know a little bit of German, and I believe Dutch and German are very similar so I’m using German as “Kerch”.

Warnings: Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing.

Note: This was a request! Prompt 18. “You haven’t called me that in years.” from this list.

Y/N's heart raced as she darted through the crowded streets of Ketterdam, her small legs carrying her as fast as they could. Panic consumed her as she glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of the men chasing after her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to escape their grasp.

In her frantic haste, Y/N's foot caught on an uneven cobblestone, causing her to stumble and fall. Pain shot through her knee as it scraped against the rough ground, leaving behind a raw, deep red mark. Her cries mixed with the hustle and bustle of the city, but they caught the attention of a boy.

Kaz observed the scene from a distance. At first, he contemplated walking away, dismissing the young girl's predicament as not his concern. However, something stirred within him when he saw her silently sobbing while attempting to clean her injured knee. Approaching cautiously, Kaz extended a trembling hand towards Y/N, offering to help her up. "Need a hand?" he asked, his voice devoid of its usual harshness.

Y/N's watery eyes widened at the unexpected act of kindness. Sniffling, she nodded, placing her small hand in his. Kaz pulled her upright, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual guarded nature. "Why were you running?" Kaz inquired, his gaze scanning their surroundings.

Y/N hiccuped, her voice shaky. "Scary men are after me. They want to take me away." Kaz's eyes narrowed as he spotted the menacing figures in the distance. Without hesitation, he grabbed Y/N's covered wrist and tugged her along. "Come with me," he said, leading her towards a dilapidated building tucked away in an alley.

As they reached their temporary hideout, Y/N gazed curiously at their surroundings. "Where are we?" she asked, peering at the crumbling walls and cracked windows.

Kaz hesitated for a moment, unsure how to answer. "This is... my home. Well, at least for now," he responded, his tone uncharacteristically soft. The girl’s eyes widened in awe and curiosity. "Your home? It's so... interesting."A flicker of a smile ghosted across the young boy’s face. "Interesting is one way to put it."

As they sat side by side, waiting for the commotion to die down, Y/N's curiosity got the better of her. "What's your name?" she asked, her voice filled with childlike wonder. Kaz pondered for a moment, then replied, "It's a secret."

Y/N giggled, finding the secrecy amusing. "Then I won't tell you mine either."

A mischievous glint danced in Kaz's young eyes. "That’s alright, I’ll just call you…” He paused for a second, multiple words racing through his mind “Schön.” He decided. Y/N's face lit up, a radiant smile spreading across her features. "I like that.”

As Kaz and Y/N's lives entwined further within the shadows of Ketterdam, there came a time when the walls they had erected around their names and true selves began to crumble. In a quiet moment, under the veil of secrecy that shrouded them, they revealed their true identities to each other.

Kaz, once guarded to the point of secrecy, shared his name with Y/N. His voice, usually cold and distant, softened as he spoke the words. Y/N reciprocated, unveiling her own name, removing the barrier that had separated them for so long.

With this newfound trust, the nickname "schön" that Kaz had lovingly bestowed upon Y/N became less frequent. Instead, their true names became the melody that carried their conversations.

As they continued their clandestine operations, the connection between Kaz and Y/N deepened further. Their everyday interactions held a sense of familiarity and ease, as if they were two halves of a whole, inextricably linked by a bond that defied the chaos around them.

Within the safety of their unspoken understanding, Kaz and Y/N discovered a mutual admiration that transcended friendship. They found solace in each other's presence, their souls resonating in harmony. In the stolen moments, their gazes lingered a little longer, and even though rarely, their touches held a hint of tenderness that spoke of something more.

But both Kaz and Y/N knew the risks that came with love, the dangers that accompanied such vulnerability. In a world as treacherous as theirs, they had witnessed the consequences of affection, the ways it could be exploited and used as a weapon. And so, they buried their growing feelings deep within their hearts, locking them away, hidden even from each other.

Y/N sat by the bar at the Crow Club, the dim lights casting a soft glow upon her thoughtful expression. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the delicate necklace hanging from her neck, the pendant swaying gently with each movement. It was a treasured possession—a gift from Kaz, given to her during their youthful days.

The necklace held a special significance, a secret that only Y/N carried. Its pendant, adorned with a subtle elegance, bore the word “schön” engraved upon it. It was a word that had once fallen from Kaz’s lips, a nickname he had lovingly bestowed upon her when they were younger.

As Y/N’s fingertips danced along the engraved letters, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia. The necklace, like a cherished memory, held the power to transport her back to a time when they were just children navigating the streets of Ketterdam.

In those fleeting moments, Y/N recalled the innocence of their friendship and the unwavering bond they had forged. Kaz’s cold facade had momentarily thawed, revealing a side of him that only she had the privilege of witnessing. His voice, soft and tender, had once whispered the endearing nickname that had become etched upon her heart.

Y/N missed those simpler times when she was “schön” to Kaz, a word that spoke volumes about the connection they shared.

As Y/N lost herself in thought, a voice interrupted her reverie. Jesper, with his mischievous grin, approached her at the bar. “Hey there, what have you got there?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Y/N glanced up, her fingers still wrapped around the necklace. “Oh, it’s just a necklace,” she replied, offering a small smile.

Jesper leaned in closer, his eyebrows raised. “I’ve never seen you wear it before.“

Y/N paused, contemplating how to explain the significance of the necklace. “Well, It’s a gift from someone special so,” she answered softly. “I keep it tucked under my shirt most of the time so I won’t lose it.”

A playful smirk played on Jesper’s lips as he extended his hand, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Well, let me have a look, then.“

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then placed the pendant delicately in Jesper’s outstretched palm. “It’s nothing extraordinary,” she said with a shrug. “Just something that holds sentimental value.”

Jesper’s fingers traced the engraved word, and a smile spread across his face. “Schön? That’s ‘pretty’ cute,” he remarked, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of playfulness.

Y/N laughed, a light and genuine sound escaping her lips. “Yes, I suppose it is,” she agreed, the memories of Kaz’s endearing nickname resurfacing.

Before Jesper could ask anymore questions, a commanding voice cut through the air, instantly demanding their attention. It was Kaz, his presence like a dark shadow casting itself over the room.

“Y/N, Jesper,” Kaz’s voice rang out with authority. “Both in my office.”

Without hesitation, they followed Kaz through the crowded bar and up the stairs, making their way to his office. The familiar surroundings were filled with maps, blueprints, and other intricate tools of their trade. Kaz outlined the details of a new heist, weaving a web of intricate plans, contingencies, and potential obstacles. His words painted a picture of danger and reward, enticing them with the promise of triumph and the thrill of outwitting their adversaries.

After the intense brainstorming session, the trio emerged from the confines of Kaz’s office, their minds buzzing with the intricacies of the heist. The plan had taken shape, a delicate dance of strategy and execution waiting to be set into motion.

They navigated the winding streets of Ketterdam with practiced ease, each step purposeful and calculated. In the shadows, their presence was barely noticeable, as if the very streets themselves conspired to cloak their intentions.

Their destination loomed ahead—the opulent mansion of a wealthy merchant, their target for the heist. The building stood as a testament to opulence, its grandeur beckoning like a siren’s call, but to Kaz it was simply a puzzle waiting to be solved.

As they slipped into the shadows separating, their steps became as one, a choreographed dance of precision and finesse. They evaded the watchful eyes of the mansion’s guards, navigating the labyrinthine corridors and secret passages that lay hidden beneath the veneer of luxury.

Their senses were momentarily clouded by the thrill of success. Unbeknownst to them, a lone guard had caught sight of their presence and stealthily trailed one through the labyrinthine corridors.

As Y/N turned a corner, she found herself face to face with the guard, their eyes locked in a tense standoff. Without a moment’s hesitation, they engaged in a hand-to-hand combat, their bodies fluid and poised, each maneuver executed with calculated precision.

Y/N’s agility and skill propelled her forward, her blows landing with calculated force. She fought valiantly, her determination unyielding, unaware of the danger that lurked within her blind spot.

A sharp pain exploded through Y/N’s leg as the blade of the guard’s dagger pierced her flesh, causing her to double over in agony. Before she could fully comprehend the gravity of her injury, another searing pain ripped through her side as the guard’s blade found its mark once more.

Y/N’s vision blurred, and her body weakened under the assault. Each breath became a struggle, her movements slowed by the relentless pain coursing through her. Yet, she refused to surrender. Drawing upon every ounce of strength and resilience, she fought through the haze of pain, her determination fueling her every move.

In a moment of distraction, the guard, believing victory was imminent, let his guard down. It was in this moment that Y/N seized the opportunity. With gritted teeth, she mustered her remaining strength and, with a swift motion, snatched the dagger from her side, clutching it tightly in her hand.

Silently, her eyes ablaze with fierce determination, Y/N struck back, the blade finding its mark as she swiftly cut the guard’s neck. The fight ended as abruptly as it had begun, the guard collapsing to the ground in a lifeless heap.

Y/N stood there, panting heavily, the pain from her wounds throbbing relentlessly. As she pressed a hand against her side, trying to stem the bleeding, Y/N fought against the pain that threatened to overpower her, fighting against the urge to cry out. The cloak of silence that shrouded her actions was her only defense, ensuring that no additional guards would be alerted to their presence.

With every ounce of strength she could muster, Y/N made her way outside, her hand pressed against her side, desperate to find Kaz and Jesper. As she stepped into the cool night air, her eyes scanned the dimly lit street, searching for a familiar figure.

And then she saw him.

Kaz stood there, a bag of stolen goods slung over his shoulder. Relief washed over Y/N as she caught sight of him, her tense muscles finally finding respite in his presence. For a brief moment, she let her guard down, allowing herself a semblance of relaxation.

But as her body weakened and her vision blurred, Kaz was not prepared for the sight that followed. Y/N’s strength waned, her legs unable to bear the weight of her injuries any longer. With a sudden collapse, she fell to her knees, the pain and blood loss overwhelming her.

Kaz’s sharp eyes caught the sudden motion, and his heart twisted with concern. He wasted no time, his strides purposeful and swift as he closed the distance between them. Kneeling beside Y/N, he carefully assessed her injuries, his eyes revealing a mixture of worry and determination.

“Y/N,” Kaz’s voice, usually composed and collected, trembled with unspoken emotion. He gently cradled her, supporting her weakened form with a tenderness that belied his reputation. “Can you walk back to the slat?”

Y/N, determined to prove her resilience, nodded weakly. With a trembling arm draped over Kaz’s shoulder, she summoned the last vestiges of her strength and attempted to rise to her feet. “Jesper?” Each step was a struggle, but for a while, she managed to shuffle forward, her willpower pushing her onward. “I told him to go to the slat. He was getting angsty.”

However, with every passing moment, Y/N’s strength waned, her body succumbing to the relentless toll of her injuries. The once steady rhythm of her footsteps became unsteady, her grip on Kaz tightening as her body threatened to give way.

Kaz’s caught the subtle signs, the flicker of her fading consciousness and the growing frailty of her form. Panic laced his voice as he implored, “Schön, don’t do this to me.”

The word “schön” slipped from Kaz’s lips, a poignant echo of their shared history. Y/N, her voice barely above a whisper, managed to utter a response. “You haven’t called me that in years.” she murmured, her voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and vulnerability.

Those words hung in the air, a testament to the time that had passed and the unspoken desires that had lingered between them. A fragile thread that connected their hearts.

With a strength born of desperation, Kaz adjusted his hold on Y/N, his arms wrapping more securely around her trembling frame. As her body grew weaker, he carried her weight, refusing to let her fall.

“I know,” Kaz murmured softly, “I just… I like the sound of your name better.“ Y/N, her strength waning, mustered a faint smile, even amidst the pain and fatigue. The tender words Kaz spoke reverberated within her, a balm to the weariness that threatened to claim her. “Stay with me,” Kaz pleaded, his voice filled with a desperate determination.

Y/N, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, managed to respond through gritted teeth. “Just keep talking to me, Kaz.” He nodded, his gaze locked on Y/N’s face, his words a lifeline in the darkness that threatened to engulf them.

“Remember when we first met?”

Y/N managed a weak laugh, her voice barely audible. “How could I forget? You were my knight in shining armor, rescuing me from that terrifying man. I knew then you were the bravest person I’d ever meet.” her grip on Kaz’s arm tightening.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kaz’s lips, a rare display of warmth in his eyes. “Did the scar on your knee ever go away? I don’t think I ever asked.” Her gaze shifted down to her knee, where the faint scar remained covered as a testament to their first encounter. “No,” she replied softly “it’s still there.”

As they continued their walk back to the slat, the weight of Y/N’s condition became more pronounced. Kaz’s voice grew more urgent, realizing that her eyes were taking longer to open with each blink. “Did I ever tell you how I got your necklace?”

Y/N’s weakened voice murmured a barely audible “no,” but her curiosity piqued.

“I stole it.” As Kaz’s words hung in the air, he paused, his gaze shifting to Y/N, only to find her already looking at him. Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, as if they were sharing a moment that transcended time itself. “I saw it on a stand, shining and beautiful. At first, I tried to collect enough money to buy it. I saved every kruge, counted every coin. But in the end, I realized I would never have enough. So, I took it. For you.”

A fleeting smile graced Y/N’s lips. She reached a bloody, trembling hand to touch the necklace that hung around her neck, the metal cool against her skin. “It means more to me than you can imagine.”

In the lingering silence that enveloped them, Y/N felt the darkness inching closer, threatening to claim her consciousness. Determined to hold on, she summoned her remaining strength and mustered the courage to break the silence.

“Why ‘Schön’?” Y/N’s voice, soft and delicate, pierced through the quietude, carrying a hint of curiosity and vulnerability.

Kaz’s gaze shifted to her, and though his demeanor remained guarded, a flicker of something akin to a blush danced across his features. He hesitated for a moment, as if considering his response, before finally meeting her eyes and speaking with a raw honesty that melted the icy walls around his heart.

“Because you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen,” Kaz confessed. A gentle smile tugged at Y/N’s lips, a playful glimmer dancing in her eyes. She couldn’t resist teasing him, even in their current circumstances. “Was?” she teased, her voice tinged with a playful challenge.

A hint of a deeper blush colored Kaz’s cheeks, his usual composure momentarily wavering. “Still are.”