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tinyarmedtrex · 1 year ago

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Hold Me Close

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A noise woke Jesper up. It only took him a second to identify it. Someone was crying, screaming and shouting. He had his guns in his hands and was sitting up before he even realized it. Then, by the time he made it to his door, the screams had stopped. Still, he needed to investigate. A noise like that was never good.

It wasn’t hard to deduce where the noise had come from. Wylan was the only other person on the floor. The noise had sounded too close to come from anywhere else.

Tentatively, Jesper walked over to his room and knocked. Inside, he could hear Wylan sniffling.

“Are you alright?” He called. It was late and he wouldn’t blame Wylan for not wanting company but the image of Wylan being kidnapped, or worse, wouldn’t leave his mind until he saw the other man. He had to know that Wylan was safe, or he would never get back to sleep.

Wylan responded immediately. “I’m asleep!”

Jesper snorted. “Obviously you aren’t.” He replied, pushing the door open just enough to peer inside. Wylan was sitting up in his bed. He looked even smaller than normal, wearing an oversized shirt and wrapped in a blanket. Jesper was at his side before he could second guess himself.

“What happened?” He asked, looking around the room. He didn’t see anyone else in there, no Dime Lions or stealthy assassins.

“Nothing.” Wylan said, discreetly wiping his eyes. “Nothing happened. I’m fine.”

“Obviously you aren’t.” Jesper repeated as he reached over and wiped away a stray tear. Wylan started at the touch and looked down, not meeting Jesper’s gaze. “Come on, what happened? Did you see Kaz in his underwear?”

He huffed at the comment. “No, I- it’s silly. And I’m fine now.”

“I could do with more silly things in my life.” Jesper said as he sat on the edge of Wylan’s bed. Maybe it was too much, too intimate, but Wylan didn’t push him away and Jesper wanted to be near him. Hearing him scream like that had terrified Jesper, he needed to know that the man was okay.

Wylan was quiet for a long moment then he muttered, “I had a nightmare.”

Jesper reached over and put his arms around Wylan. The man stiffened but again, didn’t push him back. It took him a second but then he leaned into Jesper’s arms, taking comfort in the touch. “About what?”

“It’s silly.”

“It’s not.” Jesper knew a lot about nightmares. He’d had them after his mom died. He’d had them after he shot his first person. He still had them now, vivid dreams where he found Kaz or Inej dead. Or worse, Wylan. Those were the dreams that woke him up covered in a cold sweat. “We’ve seen a lot in our short lives.” If anyone would have nightmares it was the crows, all of them had demons that would love to haunt them in their sleep.

Wylan nodded then started to speak. “I was back in the water, swimming for shore, but it kept getting further and further away. I realized that I wasn’t going to make it. That I was going to drown in the water. I shouted for help, but no one could hear me.” He paused. “I felt the water filling my lungs and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was going to die, and no one would even know.”

Jesper held him a little tighter. “Do you have that nightmare a lot?” He couldn’t imagine what Wylan had been through, realizing that his own dad had tried to kill him as he swam for his life. It was no wonder Wylan never went in the water.

In his arms, Wylan shrugged. “Sometimes. It comes and goes.”

That made Jesper feel worse. He’d had no idea. Jesper wanted to help, he wanted to make Wylan feel better, to help him feel safe.

He pulled back just enough to see Wylan’s face. “Do you want me to stay?” He watched as a series of emotions flitted across Wylan’s face. For a moment he thought that Wylan was going to agree but then he shook his head.

“No, I’m fine. It won’t happen again tonight.”

Jesper pushed down his disappointment. This wasn’t about him; it was about Wylan. “Well if it does,” he said, standing up. “I’m right down the hall. And I’d be happy to share a bed with you.” He added with a wink.

It was a testament to how tired Wylan was that he didn’t blush at all. Instead, he gave Jesper a half smile. “Thanks, Jes.”

Jesper returned to his room. He had trouble falling back asleep.

They didn't talk about it again. Wylan knew the offer stood and Jesper wasn’t going to push.

Until a week later when he heard it again. This time the screaming was accompanied by shouted words.

“Help! Someone help me! I can’t breathe!”

Jesper was out of his room and into Wylan’s in seconds. He took Wylan in his arms again and held him, whispering to him until he woke up.

“I’m here, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

Wylan blinked; his body still tense until he realized who was holding him. “Sorry.” He said, pulling out of Jesper’s grip.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. We all get them.”

“But no one else wakes up the whole floor.”

“Kaz did, once. He was screaming so loud we thought he was being murdered. Though, if he was being murdered, he probably wouldn’t scream that loud. Inej had to calm him down. She was the only one who could.” Jesper shook his head. Seeing Kaz being scared was somehow worse than any nightmare Jesper’s own mind could conjure up. The man had refused to acknowledge it after. Jesper still didn’t know what he’d been dreaming about and probably never would.

Wylan nodded, clearly turning the information over in his head. “Sorry for waking you. Again.”

“And again, you don’t need to apologize.” Jesper stood, about to return to his room, but Wylan grabbed his wrist. Jesper looked down at him.

Wylan wetted his lips. “Will you, can you stay? Only if you want.”

If only Wylan knew how long Jesper had waited to hear those words. This wasn’t exactly the context he’d imagined but he was happy to be there for Wylan.

Jesper sat back down, nudging Wylan. “As long as you don’t hog the blankets.”

The two laid side by side, facing each other. “Thank you.” Wylan said, his eyes already closing again.

“Anything for you.” Jesper said quietly. He stayed awake for a little while longer, letting himself memorize Wylan’s features.

It happened again the next night. Then for the three following. Wylan would cry out and Jesper would go to his room and lay beside him. They never spoke about it during the day.

“Why don’t I just start my night here?” Jesper asked after the fifth night. “Then maybe you can sleep through the night.” Wylan didn’t seem to have nightmares when he was there. Jesper was trying not to think too hard about why.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Wylan muttered.

“Good thing you didn’t ask then. I offered. Besides, your bed is more comfortable.” Jesper said, bouncing slightly. It drew a smile from Wylan and the man nodded. After that, Jesper went to Wylan’s room every night. It didn’t take long before they woke up tangled in each other’s arms, holding each other tightly. But still, they didn’t talk about it.

“Do you still need your room, or can I rent it out?” Kaz asked one day over lunch.

Jesper snapped to attention. He’d been daydreaming, thinking about bringing Wylan to the farm one day, and he was sure he’d misheard.

“You’re with Wylan every night.” Kaz said when Jesper asked him to repeat it. “Why should you have a room if you never use it?”

“For my clothes.” Jesper said, spinning a fork. “Besides, it’s not like that. Wylan was having nightmares. I’m helping him.”

“I’m sure you are.” Kaz muttered. But he didn’t ask about it again.

A month passed and Jesper wasn't sure he could do this anymore. Wanting Wylan was one thing but waking up in his arms every morning and then acting like it was nothing was something else entirely. Jesper wasn’t built for this. He rarely denied himself things that he wanted. He was a man of action and knew himself well enough to know that this was going to end badly.

So, he decided to do something about it. The next night, as they were laying down, he said, “I’m going to start sleeping in my room again.”

Wylan sat up and stared at him. “Why?”

“Your nightmares are better; you don’t need me.” It hurt to say but it was true. Wylan was strong and competent. He could hold his own against Kaz. Someone like that didn’t need Jesper.

Wylan bit his bottom lip. Jesper had a strong urge to pull it out with his thumb. “They’re better because you’re here.”

Something in Jesper ached. “Wylan I- saints, I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, I can’t.”

Wylan hung his head but nodded. “I understand. I wondered how long you’d put up with me. You deserve better.”

“Wylan, that’s not what this is about.” He didn't want Wylan to think this was his fault. The only thing Wylan was guilty of was being far too easy to fall in love with.

“Don’t lie Jes. Of course, it is.” Wylan’s tone was bitter, angry. “You figured out how I feel, and you don’t want to be around me anymore. I understand. It’s fine.”

Jesper’s head spun. “I- what?”

“It’s fine Jesper. That’s why we never talk about it during the day right? Why we pretend this isn’t happening?” Tears shone in Wylan’s eyes. “Because you don’t-” He exhaled deeply. “You don’t feel the way I do.”

Jesper sat up, cradling Wylan’s cheek in his hand. “I think you misunderstood what I meant.”

Wylan leaned into the touch but still wouldn’t look at him. “I don’t think so.”

Jesper knew they could argue more but there was a much easier way to explain. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Wylan’s, intending to kiss him and then explain everything.

But then Wylan kissed him back immediately, his hands wrapping around Jesper and pushing him back onto the bed before crawling on top of him. It was a kiss months in the making, hunger and greed radiating off both of them. Jesper ran his hands along Wylan’s back and under his nightshirt, drawing a moan from the other man.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” Jesper said, speaking as they broke apart to breathe. “I need to tell you Wylan, my intentions weren’t exactly altruistic coming here every night. I wanted to sleep by you and wake up next to you. I’ve wanted that for a long time.” There was more to say but he wasn’t ready to pour his heart out, not yet.

Wylan chuckled. “Me too.”

The words were music to Jesper’s ears. He reached for Wylan’s shirt, pulling him back in and whispering, “In that case, shall we continue?” Whatever Wylan’s response was lost as they started to kiss again.

Wylan’s nightmares stopped after that.

#wesper #jesper x wylan #six of crows #shadow and bone #tinyarmedtwrites

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lab-trash · 2 years ago

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Villain Arcane

Chapter Four, y'all.

Chapter List

It was a bit disorienting seeing AJ, Davenport and Douglas all in the same place, especially when it wasn’t the lab. It was even more disorienting to see them all come out of the Hyperlift with big smiles on their faces. It felt incorrect.

“We did it!” Douglas exclaimed. He was holding a laptop.

“We tracked down the location of Chase’s communicator,” AJ elaborated, as if it weren’t obvious.

“I should’ve guessed; he’s back in Mission Creek, where I built him,” Douglas said, “The closest thing he has to a home is the rubble he died in.”

“What?” Oliver asked, but got no answer. It seemed everyone else knew what it was though.

“Is that where he is then?” Bree asked, “Because if he is, I can just run and get him.”

“No, no,” Douglas said. “We can send the coordinates to your chip though. AJ?”

AJ had a tablet; considerably easier to use standing up than a laptop. AJ always carried around the same one, but after an amount of time being invited into the exclusive knowledge of the Elite Force, it was given access to Davenport Industries, along with an increase in security.

“Got it, be back in a flash,” Bree said before speeding off.

“It’s weird knowing that it’s literal with her,” Oliver said. He earned a small stifled laugh from Douglas, but a slight glare from everyone else, indicating that the joy of the moment did not erase how tense the whole situation was.

The tension in the room just got thicker while they waited with every second that Bree hadn’t returned.

“How long does this usually take her?” Skylar asked after a couple of minutes. Oliver could tell that Kaz felt uneasy at the question.

It made sense. The girl with superspeed is concerned about the other super speeded girl’s speed. They’d just lost a teammate— a bionic one at that. It was apparently someone who had a long grudge against the Davenport family.

Before any of them could start panicking too much, Bree finally sped back in. Alone.

“Where’s Chase?” Kaz asked, his voice clearly conveying his anxiety.

“I don’t know,” Bree said. “He wasn’t there.” She pulled a piece of paper out of her back pocket. “There was another note though.”

This time Skylar took it out of Bree’s hand and read it out loud.

“‘It’s pointless looking for us. I can’t believe you don’t trust me, after all we’ve been through. You’ll see Chase soon enough.’”

“Did you really have to go and invent Marcus?” Bree spat, hitting Douglas in the shoulder.

“Sure, no one cares about the amazing scientific feat it took,” Douglas grumbled.

“I’m so sorry, I-I thought we got it—”

“AJ, you did get it. It’s just that Marcus moved,” Kaz reassured, like he knew Chase would.

“If he radios again we might be able to trace it faster now,” Davenport mentioned. Kaz nodded.

“We’ll keep our radios on.”

“When’s the last time he radioed in?” Bree asked.

“Last night,” Oliver spoke up.

“Yeah, you didn’t hear it?” Kaz asked.

“Well, someone had me hand over my radio to my dad, my uncle and some weird kid in our apartment building,” Bree sassed. “No offence, AJ.” AJ shrugged.

“None taken,” He said.

“I heard it,” Skylar said, “It was really sweet,” She said. She was smiling at Kaz and Oliver could barely hold back his grimace.

“Yeah, it was,” Kaz agreed.

“Wait, what was it?” Bree asked.

“Oh, I’m not at liberty to share,” Skylar said, putting her hands up defensively. “But I do definitely think that it means we should find him as soon as possible,” She said, a big smile on her face.

Of course she would think that. Oliver understands that Skylar was never his. Fine. He could deal with that. But did she really have to date that ‘intellectually superior,’ bionic asshole? Did she really have to have a relationship with someone Oliver hated? How was that fair?

“Don’t you think he can handle himself?” Oliver suddenly asked. He wasn’t thinking. His right mind was long gone. “I mean, if he’s so amazing, right?”

“Oliver, what are you talking about?” Kaz asked tiredly.

“You guys are working so hard to get him back that you don’t even realise that things have been going way smoother without him. We’ve been working better together, things have been going way easier without him telling everyone what to do! He claims to have stepped down as mission leader, yet he still acts like he’s in charge! “Things have been going fine without him, why do we even have to get him back? If he’s truly ‘Elite,’ can’t he escape Marcus without our help?”

The room fell silent. The first person to do anything was actually AJ. He just entered the hyperlift and left. He clearly didn’t want to be a part of this right now.

“Oliver, you can’t seriously mean that,” Kaz finally said hesitantly.

“What if I do?”

No one responded.

“I think you should get away for a bit,” Skylar offered. “Clear your head.” She led him to the door. “Come to your senses.”

Oliver was pushed out of the door before he could even argue.

He probably wouldn’t have anyway. He did, however, sigh and roll his eyes before boarding the elevator down to the lobby.

He got halfway across the floor.

“Must be really upset if you’re coming out of the apartment alone,” He heard, that same deep voice that made him falter. Oliver was able to turn to the source of the voice.

Marcus of course. He was leaning against the wall. There was no one else in the lobby at the time, and for some reason Oliver didn’t even question it.

“Tell me. What happened?” Marcus asked. Oliver swallowed, but stepped closer.

“Nothing,” He said bitterly, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Wow. Must’ve been bad,” He said. “Don’t worry.” Marcus put his hand under Oliver’s chin. “I’m here for you,” He said, flicking his hand up and away. “If you want,” He added.

And Oliver just couldn’t help it.

“Yes.”

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walid-the-engineer · 1 year ago

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Walid bit his lip, yes, he did wonder. He wondered a lot. He’d even asked the tower on several occasions if he could see it. He knew there was a lot in its technology that could help him, while there was also a lot that could be improved upon. But since the tower had never allowed him the access he wished for, it was a sore topic. “I am certain that the tower is supposed to be perfect the way it is,” he stated. “It doesn’t need improvements, it is still far more advanced than anything we’ve seen until now.”

Motion sensors was something Walid had been in contact with before, and they’d loved it. It could do a whole many things, though they hadn't thought of using them for the lights, but the code itself was very easy. “You have a couple?” They figured they could convince Kaz to let them have a few, so they could take them apart and look how they worked. Maybe for a few credits.

Walid also speculated about this, but where Kaz’ mind went a certain direction, his went somewhere else. “It appears in a way we can understand it,” Walid said. “So I think it’s been here since the dawn of mankind just… not in the shape it has now. And now it looks like a tower because we’d be able to understand it as such,” he explained. Sure, Walid could be wrong, but he had a strong conviction. Almost religious in his conviction, he didn’t let anyone tell him otherwise. “Just because we weren’t there to see it existing, doesn’t mean it didn’t exist.”

He was catching his breath as Kaz commented on preparation, ready to burst out in a rant about faith and belief and all that, until the other refocussed his attention on something that yes… they both agreed on. He looked around, the diagnostics still running, and nodded excitedly. There was no other time that he felt more at ease and like he was part of the tower than when he was high. “Yes.”

Walid arrived on Panopticon at a similar age to Kaz. Longer lived, yeah. But he recognized a similar arrested development too. A stasis of time not confined by a numerical age of naturally progressing milestones. Shaped more by certain mundane drudgeries of the island.

We don't change anything about the tower. "I mean. The tech is holding up. People went to the damn moon on the computing power of a pocket calculator. Or some shit like that. Don't you wonder. Can you reach further with it. Reach more places? Improve it?" Kaz knew better than to ask, but. Hey, he had some time to kill. Everything had to be destroyed to be recreated again, better. Didn't it?

"Yeah, the lights. They're motion sensitive. Don't need a switch to turn them on and off. They detect a body and the light pops on. Body leaves, the light goes out. My Nani had one in her pantry, when I was a kid. Old people love them."

He paused. "Now, my Nani had cheap ones. She bought off an infomercial or something. Could just fucking slap 'em on the wall. They're plastic, the sensor is on the light. I got a couple where the sensor is actually in the housing, in the base you screw the lightbulb into." Sounded like Walid's speed, something they might enjoy taking apart.

They're back to the tower. A hand patted the doorframe Kaz still nestled in. Slow words, apathetic tone. "Call me crazy, but I don't think this thing was here at the dawn of mankind." This was the speculation Kaz enjoyed, even if it took him nowhere. "So. Gotta be a time when it wasn't here, yeah?" A half-shrug. "If none of us were brought here, we'd never know the damn thing existed."

The tower won't fall. "Speculation is preparation, in my opinion." Couldn't prepare for it all, and didn't want to be caught off guard. As much as Kaz loved to argue down to an atomic level, butting his head against a wall of blind faith was a huge waste of time. "Let's talk about what we can both agree on. Do you want to get high, yes or yes?"

#thread.kaz #walidthreads #//walid truly has figured this tower is a deity stuff out

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retvenkos · 4 years ago

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hope in the jar | k.b.

Six of Crows - Kaz Brekker x Reader, slight fluff, slight angst requested

tw: gunshot wound, medical stitches, mention of gun violence, mentions of blood, slightly ooc kaz because have you tried to write him softly?

word count: 1.4k

prompt: “I don’t trust anyone… but you’re not just anyone.”

A/N: 1) this doesn’t seem to take place at any given point in canon but i want wylan and matthias to be there, sue me, and 2) do i know that there is no greek mythology is the grishaverse? yes. does that stop me from mentioning pandora’s box? no.

summary: Kaz Brekker is far from just being anyone. And maybe, so are you.

"You're quiet." Wylan bumped your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts.

There was a particular kind of calm that descended after a shootout. When pistols stopped smoking and adrenaline had left the bloodstream, the cool weight of evening fell back on your shoulders and managed to settle differently. For Jesper, it meant more jokes than usual. For Inej, more prayer. For Nina, it meant more grumbling, and for Matthias, more smiles. You weren't always sure what it meant for you, but tonight, it meant pensivity.

The walk back to the Slat was victorious. The streets of Ketterdam were empty and unusually quiet, thanks to Wylan's affinity toward bombs and blowing half of the cobblestones right off the street. The tranquility wasn't typical, but somehow, it was comforting. Perhaps even invigorating. How often did Ketterdam fall silent? Especially for canal rats like you?

Maybe if you still had a slow trickle of adrenaline, you would have commemorated the moment - maybe by getting waffles? But it was late, and after taking a bullet to the side after getting a little too close to the enemy, the only thing you wanted was to wash all of the grime off of your face and fall asleep. Maybe you'd celebrate after a good night's rest - Saints providing that such a thing existed in the Barrel.

"Am I quiet? Or are you slowly going deaf from all of your 'science experiments?'"

Wylan flushed a little. Even after all this time, he was so easy to tease. What made it even funnier was that he always managed some witty comeback or another, all while his cheeks were a shocking 'embarrassment pink.' Wylan opened his mouth to speak—

"Definitely quiet!" Jesper called from in front of you, one of his arms slung around Inej's shoulder, the other twirling a pistol.

Wylan let out a scoff of admiration, and you mumbled under your breath - something about Jesper being an irritating, smart mouthed idiot.

"What was that, (Y/n)?"

"You're annoying, Jesper!"

"Well, I'm glad something can make you lively again." Jesper turned his head to toss you a wink, and you rolled your eyes.

Wylan bumped your shoulders together, again, careful not to jostle you too much. "You're not quiet now. Just seething."

"Just tired," you corrected, passing the redhead a lazy smile.

"Admitting that is admitting weakness."

Kaz walked behind you and the rest of the group, but his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. You turned around and walked backward so you could face him.

To anyone else walking the street, the Bastard of the Barrel was just more brooding than usual - his tone curter, his eyes sharper, the lines on his face deeper than they had the right to be. To you, though, Kaz was tired. His leg was stiff from the fight, giving him more trouble than usual, and his jaw was set in a rigid line as to not give away his weakness.

The Slat wasn't too far, now, but even after getting inside, there would be stairs to climb, and a hell of a lot of them were so worn down, they might buckle at any given weight.

It would be a rough night; it already had been.

You just sighed. "Admitting that is trust."

Kaz held your gaze. For a long moment, you couldn't figure what he was thinking. Kaz Brekker was always considering something, and after a while, you had gotten good at knowing just what he was thinking, when.

But not this time. Kaz was a sphinx to you during that baited moment - inexplicable, an enigma. What made it worse was that it was deliberate.

Kaz raised his eyebrows and looked down at his cane, hitting the ground with more force than before.

"We're all tired."

The night was filled with the quiet once more, but with every step you took toward the Slat, the low din of unruly jeers and shouts filled your brain like cotton on a wound.

✧ *:･ﾟ

You sat on the floor of your room, a bowl of water before you, a haphazard pile of medical supplies to your left. Nina had told you that she wasn't a Healer when she began to seal your wound earlier, and you had said you didn't want to waste time while still exposed on the streets - by all accounts, Nina did a decent job with the three or so minutes you allowed her. But Saints, someone should have told you to stuff your pride and let Nina work on you just a bit longer. Maybe then you wouldn't be sitting on the floor of your room, stitching up a wound with supplies you nicked from Muzzen.

You had just finished your stitches (you still needed to thank Inej for teaching you how) when you heard Kaz walking up the steps.

You wrapped up your wound as best you could. You were pushing down your shirt when you heard him speak.

"I wouldn't trust just anyone in the Dregs."

You washed your hands clean as best you could and sent Kaz a wayward glance, noting how he stood in your doorway - as though he wasn't quite sure if he belonged.

"I've been in Ketterdam too long—" You grabbed a towel and wiped your face, trying to rid yourself of the dirt and grime. You turned back to Kaz "—I don't trust anyone."

He nodded as though agreeing with your judgment. But it was too quick - too relenting. He turned to go.

"But you're not just anyone, Kaz."

The Bastard of the Barrel froze. It seemed to you that his grip on his cane tightened. Perhaps it was a side effect from the blood loss or maybe even a fast-acting infection from that suture needle, but it felt like something sucked all the air out of the room.

You turned to face him properly.

"C'mon, we've both known it for longer than we care to admit. I'm doing us a mercy - putting it to rest."

Silence, still. If the Slat were up in flames, you doubted you would have noticed. There was nothing else here - it was just you, Kaz, and the space that lay between.

You eased your legs out in front of you, putting your arms out behind you and leaning on your palms. The floor was cool - like the night had been, earlier, when you were talking away from a gunfight. The world was somehow smaller, then - like you had held it in your grasp.

Kaz was still half turned, but you could see his profile, and once again, his thoughts were under lock and key.

"You can either take it or leave it, Kaz. But whatever you decide to choose, know that you chose it."

He spoke sooner than you expected. "You're not just anyone, either."

Your mouth went dry. You weren't sure what you had been expecting or even hoping. Hope was still trapped inside Pandora's jar, and even the barest inkling of it could have destroyed your whole world. Hope belonged to the innocent and the pious, and you hadn't been either in a long time. You weren't sure what you had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.

And for some reason, you could fathom how Kaz Brekker could have ever said such a thing and meant it.

Maybe Kaz didn't think you heard him, because he affirmed it, turning to you. "You're not just anyone, (Y/n)."

"Not just another soldier in your ranks?"

"Not anymore."

You wanted to laugh, but it came out as more of a breath. You settled for a lopsided smile instead. "That's practically a proposal, coming from you."

"If I could offer you more, I would."

You looked at Kaz as he stood in the doorway. He was exhausted and beaten at his own game, but there was nothing but sincerity and truth swimming in his eyes, nothing but honestly dripping from every syllable. Had you ever seen Kaz the way he was, now? To take his own words, he was admitting a weakness. Earnestness was a defect in the Barrel. Vulnerability was a sin.

"It's not much," you conceded. You moved your outstretched leg so that you could tap his shoe - toe to toe. Kaz watched the slow movement carefully, but never pulled away. "But for now, it's good enough."

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swanimagines · 3 years ago

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1/5 (this is so we know when Tumblr eats one lol) B28 + B97 for Kaz Brekker?

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

Prompts: B28. “I’ve been gathering my courage to talk to you for so long and now… I did it.” (modified it slightly) + B97. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

A/N: Changed B28 slightly to make it fit better for my idea. I hope you like it Charlie!

Word count: 883

The Crow Club was unusually quiet today, just a few customers were present and they weren’t even fully drunk. You made your way towards Kaz’s office, the new information about the next heist in your pocket. You hoped Kaz would be pleased, that information wasn’t easy to get. The door was slightly open, and you were just about to knock on it.

“Kaz, Y/N cares about you too,” you heard Inej’s soft voice say and stopped in your tracks. “I know you think that you don’t deserve them-”

“That’s right Inej, I don’t,” Kaz snapped and you could almost hear him glaring at her. “I wouldn’t be good enough for them, I would only disappoint them somehow.”

“No, you wouldn’t. We’ve all seen how they look at you, and how you look at them. They know you enough, you deserve-”

“I asked you here to go over the plan, I didn’t ask you to give advice on my love life,” Kaz grunted and you heard a parchment rustling.

“Fine, but remember that Y/N necessarily won’t wait for you forever,” Inej said and they stopped talking. You contemplated going in for a second, but figured it wouldn’t be wise. But you knew that you wanted to talk to Kaz about this sometime soon.

Everything had happened so fast - a million kruge for the alleged Sun Summoner had taken you through the Fold, all the way to Os Alta, and now you were on the run back as Alina escaped. Inej was wounded and you all agreed on returning to Ketterdam, even though Kaz had to be persuaded into it. But eventually he too had to face it - Inej being in her full health was crucial for the plan to succeed.

Kaz went outside after announcing that you’ll be crossing the Fold again in Arken’s train and return to Ketterdam from Os Kervo, abandoning the mission. It was clearly hard for him to decide, but you were proud of him. For once, he put his friends’ safety before profit and kruge.

Night fell, and Kaz was still outside. Jesper and Inej ushered you to go talk with him and after a while of whispered bickering, you gave in.

Kaz didn’t even look at you when you stepped out, but you knew he knew that you were there. He had made a fire and skinned a rabbit Jesper shot earlier for dinner, and you had to admit that the smell of it made you kind of hungry.

“Hey,” you mumbled and slowly made your way to him, sitting beside Kaz on a log. He didn’t answer anything, just staring at the fire and you crossed your hands on your lap and stared at the fire too.

“Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly, and you shook your head. It was a lie, but you didn’t feel like eating right now.

Damn it.

“Kaz, I heard you talking to Inej a few weeks ago.” you blurted out. He visibly stiffened, and you knew that he knew perfectly well what conversation you were talking about.

“So?” he grumbled and you swallowed.

“Since then, I’ve been gathering my courage to talk to you about this and now… I'll do it.” you muttered, glancing up to Kaz shyly. "I know that you have feelings for me and you think that you're not good for me, but that's not true. You are good enough. More than good enough."

Kaz finally looked at you, his eyes reflecting the fire. He shook his head slightly. "Y/N, you don't understand. I'm broken. You wouldn't be able to take it."

You restrained yourself from reaching out and touching his hands as you spoke your next words, "You don't know that. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you."

Kaz pursed his lips together and didn't answer anything, turning his gaze back to the fire. You sat in silence for a moment, before you sighed and stood up, making your way back to the barn. Kaz stared into the fire, your words echoing in his head over and over again, fighting with his other side saying that he has to stop caring for you, but he couldn’t help but admit it - he had grown to need you and know you’re safe at all times.

His worst fear was losing you, something he had swore to never feel about anyone. In the Barrel, every single day could be your last and such fears were dangerous. But he knew it already when he gave Heleen The Crow Club as his collateral for you and Inej. It wasn’t just because you two were useful for the heist. He felt disgusted that you had had to work for the Menagerie, and with you, he was furious that Heleen still owned you. And now he was losing The Crow Club, but still… he would do it again, even if he knew the outcome. You were more important than the club, as much as he hated to admit it.

But would he be ready to love you like you deserved to be loved? Would he be ever able to really show you how much you mattered to him? He knew there was only one way to find out, and maybe he would be able to take his biggest leap for you...

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persephones-wren · 3 years ago

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Can you write a Kaz Brekker one-shot where Kaz is dating the reader and basically one night while they're in his office, Jesper overhears them apart of their conversation and mistakenly thinks they're breaking up so he enlists the other Crows to help keep them together with some wild plan and Kaz and the reader are just left confused since they're still together? Thank you in advance~!

A Break (Kaz Brekker x Reader)

It's a little short, but I hope you enjoy it! I really liked writing it, it was such a sweet idea :) Thank you for requesting!

Warnings: none (I think)

Genre: Unclassified

Word Count: 1422

“This isn’t working out, Kaz. Maybe we should take a break.”

Jesper is astonished when he hears that snippet through the door. Surely it couldn’t be-? They weren’t really going to break up, were they? Kaz and Y/N were almost soulmates, as close as you could get to one, anyway. Was he really that oblivious to not notice any shortcomings between them?

“A break?” Kaz mutters incredulously.

Jesper hopes you’re kidding.

“Yeah, a break. I don’t think we should continue on like this- you’re tired of it, and so am I. We can discuss details tomorrow, but the point remains the same.”

He covers his mouth in horror. He isn’t supposed to be eavesdropping on his boss and his colleague, but- well, this was most certainly unexpected.

“Fine,” he sighs. “This isn’t good for me, and it’s not good for you either. Details tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Kaz.”

Both of your voices sound defeated, and Jes scurries off before you notice him outside of Kaz’s office.

He’s no Kaz, but he needs to come up with a plan to get you both back together. He’ll need the Crows, and he’ll need to do some scheming, Saints hope he doesn’t look as brooding as Kaz with his thinking face- but if there’s anything he swears he’ll do, it’s to get the both of you back together.

…

Planning for heists was exhausting when you weren’t constantly computing outcomes like your boyfriend, and last night was especially taxing. You had convinced him to take a break, and finalize details the next day, but- well, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the thought. Another long night spent at his office.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, it was just- sometimes it got a bit too much.

“Y/N, c’mon, we’re going to go see Nina.”

“We?” You raised your eyebrows. Jesper was up early this morning. That never meant something good. He was usually hungover or just sleeping in late. Something eventful must be happening. “What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” he says, frowning.

“...alright,” you say hesitantly. He was acting strange, but- well, if he wanted to visit Nina with you, you weren’t one to object. It’s been a while since you’ve seen her, anyway.

Your shoes clicked on the cobble as you walked the path to the House of the White Rose. There was something off about Jesper. He was abnormally quiet, and his energy was frantic and nervous rather than confident and easy. Maybe Nina could do something about that.

“You okay?” you ask quietly.

“Yeah,” Jes swallows hard. “I’m fine. Are you?”

“...yeah?”

You approach the front desk, and the clerk looks up at the both of you.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning. Here to see Nina Zenik, please.”

“She’s in that room, with a client,” the clerk mentions. “She’ll be done soon. Make sure to knock.”

“Thanks,” you say, and you both make your way there.

You rap on the wood lightly, and you hear a bit of fumbling before a “coming!” rings out. Nina opens the door, and a client walks out, a small smile on her face. “Come on in, come on in.”

“I’m sorry Nina, but I must get back. Kaz wants me there in half an hour, sharp.” Jesper smiles apologetically at you, before putting his hat back on and leaving.

“What’s up with him?” you mutter. “Why would he bring me here just to leave seconds later? He’s been acting strange all morning.”

“No idea,” Nina answers. “But Kaz always gets what he wants.”

“Right.”

She closes the door behind you as you step in.

“So, how’s your relationship with Kaz going?”

You go to answer, but her intense stare at you throws off your answer. Does she know something you don’t? “Well…?” you trail off. “We’ve been doing well. He’s been good to me, we’re very much in love. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering.”

There’s relief in her tone, but the answer doesn’t satisfy you.

“I’ve heard there’s been some trouble in paradise from someone at the Barrel, so I thought-” she pours two cups of tea and sits across from you. “I thought it’d be good to check in. Kaz isn’t always the best, but you’re good for him.”

“Yeah…?” your expression contorts into one of confusion.

“And he’s good for you too, really. You shouldn’t let one argument change your view on him. Unless of course, he's being despicable towards you, but even Kaz has his limits. Sometimes.”

“Okay,” you sigh, exasperated. “There’s no issues between me or Kaz. He hasn’t been doing anything to me, and we weren’t arguing? Jesper’s been acting strange. So have you. What’s going on?”

Now it’s her face that sports a look of confusion. “Didn’t you two fight yesterday, say you were taking a break?”

“Yes? Well, no,” you amend. “Taking a break from working on a plan, not our relationship. Who gave you that idea?”

“Jesper. He heard you two fighting yesterday.”

“Oh.” A look of realization dawns your face. “That’s why- oh, he’s an idiot,” you laugh. “I can’t wait to see the look on Kaz’s face when he brings up our relationship, he might be done for.”

“Hopefully Kaz will catch on quick,” Nina agrees, and laughs with you. “We can go back, I’ll accompany you if you’d like. I’m sure Jes will be relieved to know it’s a mistake.”

“Yeah, probably.” …

“You shouldn’t have agreed to break up with Y/N.”

“Excuse me?” Kaz turns around, and Inej is standing there.

“Did she tell you she wanted to end your relationship?”

“Did she tell me what?”

“That you wanted to take a break from your relationship,” Jesper says, and Kaz turns around, staring at him as he joins Inej’s side.

“No, she did not. Did she tell you that?”

His hands flex on his cane in an odd show of muted nervousness, but his glare remains sharp.

Jesper frowns, and Inej gives him a questioning look. “Didn’t she say that you two were taking a break yesterday? That’s not right. She’s nearly perfect for you, and it’s the same for her. You guys need to work it out, because if you guys break up, you’re both going to be miserable.”

A look of realization is there for seconds on Kaz’s face, before it morphs back into one of annoyance. “A break from a heist plan, not our relationship, Jesper. And what was your reason for eavesdropping on our conversation?”

Jesper smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, Boss. I just heard you two while walking by. I thought you two were ending it.”

Kaz sighs, and a look of judgement pierces Jesper. “We’re not.”

“Jesper, you idiot,” Inej rolls her eyes, but she’s relieved nonetheless. “Good that you both are together, then. I’m going to go run some errands, and I’ll be back for the nightly report.” She gives Kaz and Jesper a mock salute, and then she’s gone.

“Still unnerving how she can do that,” Jesper mutters.

“I’ll be in my office. No eavesdropping.”

Jes tenses, but answers a small, “Got it, Boss.”

…

It’s a little while before you return, visiting some shops with Nina and picking up some random little decor you liked, or a sweet from your childhood.

Heads turn when you enter the Crow Club, as they always do, but they all go back to what they’re doing when they realize it’s you. You quietly make two cups of tea, and make your way to Kaz's office, knocking three times.

“Who is it?”

His voice is sharp and rough, as always, but it still holds fatigue. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’s slaving over the same plan tonight, and you had forgotten to iron out some of the kinks this morning with him, you think, regret filling your veins.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Come in, then. No need to knock, darling.”

You open the door and he looks up at you, murmuring a small “thank you” as you set the tea down in front of him.

“We forgot to go over the details with Jes’s strange scheming, but that’s alright, let’s just do them now,” he says, and you nod in agreement.

“I don’t want to break up with you, for the record,” you grin. “That was a total mishear from Jes.”

“I’d hope not,” a brief smile flashes across his face. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you answer earnestly, and then you’re back to work with your boyfriend, night blanketing the sky as your love shone bright.

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yesimwriting · 3 years ago

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Would you write a Kaz Brekker request where the reader is a bookworm and a crow and basically Kaz asks the reader to read to him as his way of apologizing after a argument that was his fault?

it a/n i did something kinda similar in a 'promise of rain' blurb,, but this concept is so cute to me:)) love it sm i moved it up my request cue lol

also IM IN COLLEGE NOW!! WHAT?? AND IVE BEEN TO A PARTY! AND IM JOINING A SORORITY AND I DID DRAMA AUDITIONS AND AHH !! SO DIFFERENT! I MISS MY MOM AND SISTER AND DOG AND EVEN MY DAD BUT IM HAPPY HERE!!

also im a little worried this might not portray kaz superrrrr accurately bc it's been awhile so just let me know,, feedback leads to improvement:)) also kinda set this up for a part 2 bc...well youll see

They've always said a lot of things about him, and I've always heard them. But I've never quite believed them. Sure, I get why the dark things that have flourished in the poisoned soil that is Ketterdam consider Kaz Brekker the darkest thing of all. I understand the nickname 'Dirtyhands' for the gloved criminal who has fooled each crime boss at least once. I understand each terrible thing they've said about him.

But I've never agreed with them. I've never even considered agreeing with them. Until today.

The thought that maybe everything people say about him is correct in a simple context struck me worse than the silence after our argument. It made me feel like both a fool and hypocrite. Kaz and I have had our fair share of spats over the relatively short time we've known each other, but never like this. Never so badly he stormed out of the room before I could. I squeeze the book in my lap even harder, desperate to focus on the words on the pages.

You didn't hurt him. He walked away because he decided you weren't worth the cost of his expensive time. I repeat those thoughts in my mind over and over again, letting them bitter me further. It's a lot easier to be mad than hurt. A lot easier to fuel your pain than try to understand your mistakes. Besides, tiredness is already dredging around in my chest and if I don't calm down a little I won't be able to fall asleep.

I had escalated the fight more than I should have. Knowing Kaz is like performing in a tightrope act. One must always be aware of where they're going. Watching what's in front of them without ever thinking too much about what's beneath or behind them. Today though, when I needed my balance most I chose to fall. I chose to dive, and apparently there was no net.

"Oh, you're doing that thing."

I roll my eyes at Jesper's voice as I fight down a yawn. I wipe my face with the back of my palm before turning. The burning behind my eyes never resulted in full tears, but I feel better after doing so. "What thing?"

"That terribly noble thing where you find it in yourself to take full blame for every single conflict you and boss man fall into." The slight humor in his voice is enough for me to roll my eyes again. "Between you and me, I'm sure the reason he's so angry now is because you didn't do that for once."

I press my lips together as my chin angles itself upwards slightly. "I never do that." He raises an eyebrow. The slight sympathy that colors the look is more offensive than his accusation. "If I pick and choose my battles, it's for good reason."

"Clearly."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs once before further entering my room. I say nothing when he sits at the foot of my bed. "Oh, you know," Jesper stretches back casually, resting his back against the wall and extending his legs, "You and Kaz--Kaz and you."

Has he been drinking? Perhaps he's not here because of my unusual absence from downstairs after my fight with Kaz but because he's already too tipsy to think right. "What?"

At my confused look he grins, flashing all of his teeth with an arrogance that outshines the whiteness of them. He taps the still open book in my lap. "Let me put it in terms you'll understand." Jesper sits up a little further, amusement clear in his features. "You two make a shameful Elizabeth and Darcy--"

"Oh, shut up," I groan, glaring at him, "This isn't Pride and Prejudice. And Kaz and I," Jesper's smugness returns when I can't quite think of what I want to say, "We're barely friends--we're barely anything, let alone what you're implying."

Jesper pulls his legs up and shoves me gently. "Dearest, y/n," he ignores my glare, "You should know better than anyone that 'barely friends, barely anything' with Kaz is more than it is with anyone else?"

"That doesn't mea--"

"You two say goodnight to each other." Once. Kaz and I said good night to each other in front of Jesper once. How dare he assume it happens regularly? He's right, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it. "You play cards with him. Not for money, not for skill--"

"It's for practice." The look Jesper gives me is enough to tell me that my defense didn't land.

Damn him for ever finding Kaz and I on one of those strange nights. One of those nights in which he lurks at the stairwell...the one that divides my room and his attic. One of those nights in which it feels like he's a phantom and I'm the only one that can really see him. A night in which we both silently find each other.

I couldn't quite believe it the first time it happened. I'm not exactly a Crow--I don't feel enough a connection to the Dregs to join them without some kind of guarantee--but I was needed for some obscure job. but I was needed for some obscure job. The Crows needed an insider who could blend into high society, and I needed a place to stay away from my father.

It worked. I worked. And with each passing day I found myself enjoying the Crows more and more. That's why I stayed. That's why I started checking the stairwell practically every night, a set of playing cards in my hand.

The first time had been awkward. I couldn't sleep and my room felt too quiet, but the rambunctious club felt too loud and a little unsafe considering the hour. So I settled for the only space in between. When Kaz found me sitting on the steps and playing a solitary card game I had been so stunned by embarrassment I just offered to deal him in. I had been more shocked when he silently accepted my offer.

"Practice?" Jesper repeats. "You were laughing, I heard you."

"That was one time--how do you know we didn't just happen to play cards together the one time you saw it?"

"Because you laughed about a play you considered 'predictable'."

Sighing, I sit up a little straighter. "I'm not having this conversation. Occasionally saying 'goodnight' to someone who lives in the same space I live in and sometimes playing cards with said person because we both happen to be up at a certain time doesn't mean anything."

"And the way he looked at the contact that was flirting with you?"

Oh...this conversation again. "For the last time, the contact wasn't flirting with me. We had to dance to blend in and when he leaned towards me to whisper in my ear...it was to tell me the intel Kaz just had to have."

"And when he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear?"

"He just wanted to sell our cove--"

"Y/n, he kissed your cheek and I'm fairly certain he would have kissed you if Kaz and I hadn't made it to the corridor at that second."

Why is everyone so obsessed with what would have never happened? The contact had been attractive, tall with fair eyes and hair. But it's not like I feel anything for him, nor would I have been so foolish during a job. A fact that Kaz refuses to believe. I'm tired of this argument...I'm just tired. This job required me to start getting ready early in the morning and lasted long into the night.

"I wouldn't have kissed him and even if I had, the fact that Kaz is so mad about feels...sexist." A stupid argument, considering that Kaz couldn't care less if the person he's working with is female, male, or anything in between because the only thing he cares about is profit. "It's a stupid thing to be mad about, but you hit on anything with a pulse at any time and--"

"I resent that--"

"For the first two weeks I was here I thought you might've been a prostitute."

I can feel him holding in a laugh. "Did you at least think I was a good prostitute?" When I glare again, he finally actually laughs. "Not the point--got it."

"Then what is the point? You're bored and obsessed with gossip so now you're shaking me for information you don't need."

"The point is you're oblivious." Rude...I move my leg in a weak attempt to push him off my bed. Jesper catches my ankle easily, ignoring my attempt at a fight. "You thought the contact was only doing his job and you don't know the real reason that Kaz blew up at you for the first time the way he blows up at everyone."

"Okay, well since you know everything, tell me why he's mad."

He lets out a sigh like he can't believe I even needed to ask that. "It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy."

...Maybe he is drunk? "Don't be so cryptic. I don't like you enough to put up with that."

Jesper half-sighs again before pushing himself off my bed. "I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that."

"Asshole," I mumble instinctually as he walks towards my door. "Are you not telling me because I tried to push you off the bed?"

He turns when he reaches my door in order to lean against my door frame. "It's not not because of that." I should throw my book at his head. "In all seriousness, think about it. If you don't you'll either kill each other or kill me."

Ugh...he's so confusing. This time, I let him go. He leaves he door open, which is beyond annoying. I stand up to close it, promising myself I will focus on my book the second it's in my hands again. As I walk back towards my bed, my eyes land on the deck of cards on my nightstand.

Does it send a signal I don't want to send if I don't go the stairwell tonight? Do I want to send a signal? I don't know...actually, the only thing I know is that I don't want to think about this a second longer. I don't ease as I read, but my eyelids become heavier with each word they cross. I feel the weight of them as my focus slips, farther and farther away until I can no longer focus. When my eyes fall shut I can't bring myself to think or force them open.

I notice my surprised before I register that I've just woken up. Falling asleep feels so far and yet the crick in my neck confirms the obvious. Rubbing the eyes with the back of my hand, I push my book from my lap and sit up. The only indication of how much time has passed is how much my bedside candle has melted.

How long have I been asleep? How did I manage to fall asleep? I thought I was too mad at Kaz to manage anything but pouting in my room. I hadn't even decided if I wanted to talk to him.

I stand even though I haven't decided anything. I should at least change if I want to go to bed. But is leaving this alone for even longer a bad idea? I think Jesper thought so...though my conversation with him is far from clear. It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy. I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that. What does he want me to do with that?

Maybe he was partially intoxicated and felt the need to play the role of a good friend. Or maybe this is his idea of a joke.

Whatever--regardless of Jesper, I have a choice to make. A tiny part of me hopes it's insignificant, but I know Kaz enough to know that nothing is insignificant to him. He holds onto things the way he holds onto his kruge. Perhaps I'll seek out Inej, she seems to be the best at rationalizing. Though she might be asleep by now, or on a job or...I don't even know.

How late is it? Is it late enough to be one of the few hours Kaz claims to reserve for sleep? Maybe my bad luck is still around and he's already in bed for once. Does that mean his anger will extend to tomorrow?

I shouldn't care. It's not like I'm in the wrong. Did I escalate things? Maybe a little...but I won't apologize for defending myself. Even though that makes everything a little easier. I feel stuck, like in some kind of place of half sleep. A single knock at my door is enough to make me want to jump. I rub my eyes a little more firmly in hopes of waking up more before someone sees me.

I approach the door without worry. Maybe it's not as late as I assumed. Or maybe it's really early? I open the door while still fighting against my slight disorientation. I'm so focused on acting normal, I almost don’t register the person standing at my door.

I don’t know who I expected, or what--maybe Jesper, much more tipsy than he was before, slumped against the doorframe, only knocking because he’s too tired to push the door open. Maybe even Inej, on her way here to deliver some kind of job or notice of dismissal. But it’s nothing I could expect. It’s...Kaz.

The Dirtyhands stands at my door, expression as hard as ever yet something behind his eyes that burns the sleep away from me. “Uh--hi.” I bite my tongue to avoid cringing at that very awkward beginning. “Are you here to kick me out yourself?” The only response I get is the slightest shift of his gaze off of my face. “No? Well then I think I’m going to bed. It’s late.”

My tone and words are clear. Get out of my doorway, I’m in no mood to go back to arguing. When he still doesn’t say anything, I’m emboldened by my nerves. I push the door between us without breaking eye contact.

Before the wood can meet the doorframe, he moves his cane, wedging it between us. “Y/n.” I don’t understand the way he says my name, but I’m certain he’s never said it like that. “I...” When he’s not prompted by the uncomfortableness of silence, I raise an eyebrow, my grip on the door tightening. “What I said shouldn’t have been said.” Wait--is he admitting fault? I’m so thrown I almost melt entirely. “Not to you.”

The addition leaves him so lowly a part of me wonders if I’ve imagined it. I’m so thrown by it I don’t even think to reply until a long second has passed. “You seemed to believe the opposite a few hours ago.”

His lips press together for a moment. “You didn’t ask me to play cards tonight.” He took that as intentional? At least that got me some kind of apology? I keep my mouth shut, greed making me want more information. I guess he must sense my silent tugging because he head inclines slightly. “Don’t push.”

I fight down a grin. “Push what?” His only response to stiffen further. “I’m going to tell you something as a peace offering.” That seems to intrigue him in some way. I can’t tell if it’s a good kind of interested, but I note the slight raise of his eyebrows and his intentional silence. “I didn’t chose not to ask you to play cards.” He gives me no indication of anything, which is fair...considering my vagueness. “I was mad, obviously, and in the middle of deciding on a course of action...and then I fell asleep.”

A long pause of silence. “You fell asleep?”

I’m not sure if his incredulous tone should offend me or not. If I wanted to lie, I’d like to think he knows me well enough to know that I’d have thought of a better excuse than that. Or at least a less embarrassing one. “Yes, it’s not that difficult to believe. Today had been long and all I wanted to do was read, but then Jesper came in to say the oddest things and then leave me to...”

Oh--oh. I guess there’s a reason people say to ‘sleep on’ something. Because now, actively remembering Jesper’s words for the first time since I fell asleep...I understand what Jesper was implying in the oddest way possible. He meant that Kaz and I...that perhaps there is a Kaz and I in a context that’s more than just grammatical. Wow. I really had to realize this with Kaz right in front of me.

My face feels warmer than it did before, an irrational bout of anxiety forcing me to consider that me might be able to read impossible, embarrassing thoughts from my expression alone.

“What did Jesper say?” I’m too lost in my own spiral of confusion and panic and some feeling I can’t recognize to register how Kaz asks his question. There’s an edge to it, an odd one, but that could easily just be Kaz.

This is most definitely the last conversation we need to be having. I’m still mad at him for his earlier dramatics. So I just shake my head, feigning an exhaustion I could lose myself in. “Nothing and everything all at once.” I resist the urge to rub my eyes again. “I’m pretty sure he was drinking, and I wasn’t really listening. I was just trying to read.”

Kaz’s expression hardens briefly as he takes in my words, and then he exhales, nodding once with the breath. “What were you reading?”

My lips part instinctually, ready to spew off details about the latest novel that’s captured my attention. But before I can let myself take off, the reality of the situation strikes me directly in the chest. This is not Nina, or Inej, or even Jesper after what he considers a ‘good night’. This is Kaz Brekker, the man believed to not have a soul. I’ve spoken to him before about casual things, though most of the nights in which we end up playing cards or just sitting near each other are spent in silence. But he’s never prompted me before. Not in the one topic he knows is guaranteed to turn me into an overenthusiastic, gushing fountain of poor summaries and character analysis.

I guess this is his peace offering. This shouldn’t warm the way it does. He was still unbelievably dramatic and treated me like I’m some kind of unreliable fool. “It’s late, and you know how I can be. I’d hate to keep you for nothing more than a poor summary and honestly, an embarrassing rant about plot or characters, because there’s just nothing as frustrating as when two people so clearly care about each other and both are too stubborn and oblivious to acknowledge it.”

Kaz’s eyebrows draw together just enough for me to be able to make out a shift of expression in the poor light. Perhaps his lingering irritation is preparing to rear its ugly head. The corner of his mouth seems to threaten to tilt upwards as Kaz angles his head to the side slightly. “I can’t imagine that position.”

No kidding. I bite my tongue to keep the sarcastic comment and awkward laugh that would sure follow it away. “Who can? That’s like half the point of reading.”

How can interaction feel so over and just at its beginning all at once? I press my lips together to avoid filling the silence with things I’d no doubt instantly regret. It’s easy to be mad at Kaz in the moment. Too easy. But to stay mad at him when his temper has passed and he returns with some kind of begrudging and admittedly awkward and uncertain truce is another task entirely.

“I’ve never understood your attachment to written words.”

“It’s not about understanding, it’s about everything else.”

“And you say I’m cryptic.” Is he...kinda almost joking? I straighten my spine, too tired to fight and too wounded to forgive. “There’s understanding in everything, nothing can survive on sentiment alone.”

“If you read the way I did, you’d understand.”

His lips press together as his expression remains unwavering in its hardness. “Read to me.”

...Interacting with Kaz in any way often leaves me feeling like I’m wandering through unknown territory. But this, this is undeniably different. So different I can’t even think of a way to react. I watch his expression as cautiously as possible. He’s purely reserved, no distinction from the look he wears during business propositions. Except there’s a tightness I can’t quite understand.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to fight anymore. Maybe it’s because exhaustion is leaving me partially delirious. Or maybe it’s the weird feeling in my chest that I can’t quite place. That I don’t want to place. “Okay.” I shift carefully. “If for no other reason then to prove you wrong.”

Never did I think I’d end up in the position of sitting in my bed, book in hand, with Kaz Brekker sitting next to me. But here we are. I’m so tired, I almost let out a nervous laugh when he first walked in. So brooding and tall, gripping the head of his head cane as he sits at the foot of my bed, on my pastel quilt.

I’m glad for the excuse to keep my gaze away from him and on the words in front of me. I read out loud, feeling more and more comfortable with each page I finish. But as my inhibitions slip away, so dos my hold on consciousness. My eyelids seem to grow heavier with each word that I read.

“You’re falling asleep.”

I straighten my spine on instinct. “Am not.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to deny something so simple.

“You’re impossible.”

From him, that statement is laugh worthy. “I’m impossible? Do you not remember earlier today?”

From the way his jaw locks, I realize that he’s in no mood to be light about this topic. I don’t understand why. It’s not like I’m the one that wronged him. “I remember your lack of focus.”

Keeping my hands at my side to avoid rubbing my eyes, I frown. “If you want to have this argument again, fine. Jesper is more ‘distracted’ than me half the time and you’re much more lenient on him. It’s not like I was flirting with someone or gambling or doing anything but having a two second conversation. One that I needed to have to get information that you wanted.”

The last time we fought, I had more energy to restrain myself. This could be atomic. I hold my breath, waiting for Kaz’s retaliation. He exhales, eyes not meeting mine. “Arguing with you when you’re present is exhausting enough. It’s not worth it when you’re half asleep.”

This angers me further. I hate that he’s right. “I’m not half asleep.” He leaves it at that. I glare even harder at him, slumping further into my bed. “But for the sake of argument, I’ll drop it. Something you’re incapable of doing.”

At that, his eyes meet mine. I try to hold his gaze, but the harder I think about not seeming tired the more exhaustion slips in. A yawn escapes me before he looks away. Great. “I know when to lie in the grass in wait.”

Rolling my eyes, I shift back slightly. He’s incapable of being less dramatic than this. Still, I can’t imagine the effort it’s taking on his part to not start an argument. Maybe this is why Jesper spent so long implying that there may be a Kaz and I in any capacity beyond a vague kind of friendship. “I’ll admit you’re tactful.”

“Resourceful people recognize that trait in other people.”

Blinking twice, I lower my book slightly. Am I truly exhausted, or did he just compliment me in a way? “Careful, I may start to think you find me tolerable.”

“Let’s not exaggerate.” Okay, now I know I’m exhausted because I think he might have just attempted a joke. Rolling my eyes, I decide not to acknowledge this lightness in fear that I’ll scare it away. “Y/n?”

I press my lips together, worried about the destruction of our peace. “Yes?”

“What did Jesper say to you? Earlier?” I pause, slightly unsure why we’re moving backwards.

We’re in a decent place now, and I’d hate to ruin it. I’m too half asleep to lie eloquently. And it’s not like he’s an easily convinced man. “Oh, he said it so cryptically it took me longer than it should have to understand. And it didn’t help that it was something so...well, you might find it funny. As funny as you find anything, anyways.” Wow...I’ve spent such a long time talking. Rubbing the back of my eyes, I avoid his gaze. Exhaustion and awkwardness mix in my stomach oddly. “It seemed like he was trying to imply that you and I...me and you...” Why is this a difficult thing to say? It’s not like I was implying it and Jesper’s known for his oddness. “I think Jesper was implying that there was a you and I, or at least that there could be.” I’m too lost in a haze of almost sleep to watch his reaction. I let my head rest against my headboard even further. “Isn’t that odd?”

He’s quiet for a long second, and then he finally speaks again. “Odd, even for Jesper.” The response doesn’t satiate me...what’s that about? I exhale, deciding that feeling is tomorrow’s problem. When I blink, I decide to let my eyes stay closed. Just for a moment. The sound of something shifting is what makes my eyes squint open. Kaz is standing, his expression unreadable as he straightens. “Goodnight, y/n.”

At that, I sit up slightly, ignoring the exhaustion behind my eyes. “I haven’t finished the chapter.”

“You’ve convinced me of enough.” A concession? How exhausted do I seem? My lips press together as I think of my next argument. Before I can get it out, Kaz leans forward. He grabs the quilt at the end of my bed and tosses it onto my legs casually. “Goodnight, y/n.” The meaning of his repetition is clear. His word is final.

I find enough energy to manage a glare, but I pull the quilt over my legs anyways. “Goodnight, Kaz.”

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asonofpeter · 4 years ago

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More Than Touch

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Kaz is more than touch.

Warnings: slight angst but fluff

Word Count: 662

A/N: My first time writing with Kaz! Ahhh I had fun writing this and I can't wait to explore more with him! Let me know if what you'd like to see with Kaz and reader and I might write it! I've also updated my taglist so you can add yourself to the Kaz category! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

The moment you met Kaz, he never liked touch.

You never paid much mind to it, thinking that the way his hands were always placed on his cane was normal.

He was a kept man, you thought to yourself.

As you grew closer, you found out the tragedy he lived as a kid.

You couldn’t blame him for his fear of touch, you never did.

With that wrapped up in your head, you were shocked when he asked you out on a date.

Or rather…

“Dinner just the two of us,” he proposed one night after Inej and Jesper left. “We can discuss our next plan,” he stated, face stone cold but you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of his lip curl upward when you agreed.

It definitely was a date.

Surely you liked him, he was cunning, intelligent and knew how to get what he wanted.

That’s also probably why you work for him now.

It was two years ago that you met Jesper, gambling away some money your ex had. You figured you can cheat it off someone just like they cheated on you.

“You are seriously terrible at this, almost too terrible,” Jesper leaned back in his chair, rolling the coin in his hand as he squinted at you.

“Seriously, first time playing,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

Another round and Jesper had already caught onto your lie. He made you play fairly and just like that, you won all the money back along with his.

“Sneaky,” he nodded with approval. “I like you,” he pointed a finger at you. “I know someone who would like you even more,” he looked past your shoulder, your gaze following him and you were met with a tall man dressed in all black, a hat on his head and he held a cane in his hands.

And that moment was history.

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“Kaz, you know I don’t care about touch,” you sat next to him. “I love you as is,” you said, trying to meet his gaze.

He scoffed under his breath, shaking his head slightly and that made you roll your eyes.

He never was the best at showing his emotions. But after all this time, you have gotten better at reading him.

When he was happy, his lips were more pursed, a slight curve in the corner and his eyebrows were raised a bit higher. When he was mad, his brows would crease, cheekbones more prominent as he was clenching his jaw. And when he was sad, his brows were relaxed, jaw clenched and his gaze always didn’t meet yours.

Just like now.

“Kaz,” you sighed, standing up.

“Why do you love me, we’ve been together for nearly a year and we haven’t even held hands,” he looked up at you for a split moment before dropping back. “I see the way you look at other couples,” he added, your heart dropping.

“I won’t lie, I do enjoy touch and physical intimacy, but I’m more than content with what we have,” you kneeled down in front of him. “I only want you.”

You forced your eyes to meet his, his grayish green ones burning into yours.

“I never want you to force yourself to do something because of me,” you began.

“I want to, but I-” he gulped, closing his eyes.

“I know,” you nodded, understanding. “You don’t need to explain to me,” you offered a smile.

You both knew that your intimacy ran more mental than physical. It was in the queues you had for each other when you were in an uncomfortable situation, you could read the other easily, the way you can sit in a room in silence with each other and not grow bored or awkward.

That was your love.

“I’m willing to try,” he stated, making your ears perk, your heart warming. “For you.”

His words brought a smile to your face, which he mirrored.

“We can start slow, at your own pace.”

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thebadgerclan · 3 years ago

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First Touch

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Your new haircut leads to the first touch...

A/N: I swear all my Kaz fics won’t revolve around touch 😂

Every one of the Crows had an identifying feature: Jesper had his pearl-handled revolvers, Inej had her knives, Matthias had his blond hair that stood out in Ketterdam, Nina had her curves, and your boyfriend, Kaz, had his crow cane. You had yours too, and it came in the form of your long hair. “Long” was an understatement, when it wasn’t pulled back, it fell to your knees, while braided, it came to midthigh. It was beautiful, and it was the only way that Kaz felt comfortable touching you.

Skin, even through his gloves, was too similar to the sea of bodies he’d been thrown into, too similar to Jordie. But he could touch your hair with or without his gloves, and it became how he showed affection. He’d run his fingers through it where one might give a hug, he’d braid it where one might give a kiss. When he was stressed, Kaz would play with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers. In truth, it was one of the main reasons you kept your hair as long as you did.

But it was getting to be a hassle, not only to keep clean and styled, but on jobs, you had to keep it pinned up so tightly that it hurt your scalp. If you kept it down, even in a ponytail or a braid, it was far too long to be practical, and it also posed a significant risk. An assailant could wrap their hair around your hair and take you down, and that wasn’t something you were willing to let happen. So you found a barber on West Stave, and with a stack of kruge in hand, you entered the shop.

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“Saints, Y/N, look at you!” Nina was shocked, to say the least, at your new haircut. The edges fell just below your shoulders now, a good 3 feet shorter than it had been this morning. “Do you like it?” “I love it!” she exclaimed, reaching out and brushing the H/C strands from your eyes. “It really suits you. But what made you decide to cut it?” “It was just too long,” you said, brushing your hair over your shoulder, unused to how short it was. “Impractical for a job, you know.”

Nina nodded, a smile on her face. “Well, you look great, Y/N.” “Thanks, Nina. Do you know where Kaz is?” “I think he’s up in his office. Why? Wanna show him your new do?” You playfully smacked her arm, laughing. “Oh shut up.” “You love me!” “More than waffles!” You made your way up the stairs towards Kaz’s office. The door was open, and you knocked on the frame. “Come in,” your boyfriend curtly called, and you stepped inside. “What’cha working on?”

Kaz’s demeanor softened upon hearing your voice, and you saw his shoulders slump. “Just ledgers for the Crow Club,” he replied, not setting down his pen. “We’ve been in the black for a few weeks now, we’re doing good business.” You sat down on the chair directly next to Kaz’s, nodding though he wasn’t looking. “That’s great, love.” You couldn’t make sense of the numbers scrawled on the papers before your boyfriend, and it was among the many things you admired about him that he could.

He reached out to you, intending to crad his hand through your hair, the hair that no longer existed. But his ungloved hand, for Kaz never wore his gloves when he was alone in his office, met the skin of your neck, and he froze, arm going rigid, breath stalling, eyes going wide. His brain was screaming at him, memories of Jordie, of the Reaper’s Barge flooding into his mind. But as soon as those feelings entered his mind… they left, leaving Kaz with his hand on your neck and feeling thoroughly confused.

You watched Kaz’s face contort, felt him stiffen, felt him stop breathing. But not even a second later, his features relaxed, his arm slackened, and his breathing resumed. In the place of his pained features now rested those of confusion. “Kaz?” you asked gently. “Are you alright?” The feeling of his bare hand on your neck was electricity, and you wanted to lean into the touch, to grasp his wrist and to never let him go. But that was a boundary that had been firmly established at the start of your relationship. Kaz had told you and would continue to tell you how deeply and endlessly he loved you, but touch was off the table.

But now, with his hand on your neck, that boundary was blurred, for both of you. Kaz turned his head to look at you, tears pricking at his brown eyes. “I think I am,” he said, sounding as shocked as you felt. “When my hand touched you, I felt the panic, the revulsion-not at you! Never at you, Y/N, I could never be repulsed by you.” “I know that, love, I understand.” Kaz continued, his palm still on your neck. “But then it was gone, and I just felt...normal?”

“Well… this is good!” you said, turning in your chair so you could look at your boyfriend. “This is progress, Kaz, this is good!” “Yeah,” he agreed, and he was almost convinced himself. He withdrew his hand, and you suppressed a frown. “Can… can I try something?” “Of course,” you replied, and Kaz nodded. He reached forward, his hand coming to cup your cheek. None of the panic or revulsion filled him, he didn’t go rigid, his breathing stayed normal, and his mind stayed in the present.

After a moment, he smiled; a beaming smile that made your heart squeeze. “I’m okay,” he said, and you knew he truly was. “Kaz,” you said, trying not to cry, pride swelling within you. “Can I touch your wrist?” “I think so,” he said, breathing deeply. Slowly, you brought a hand to his wrist, fingers encircling it. Kaz didn’t flinch, didn’t shy away, and you couldn’t hold back the sob that left you.

“Kaz, this is amazing,” you said, leaning into his touch. He moved his chair closer, needing to be close to you now. “This…. Saints, Kaz, this is huge!” He was smiling, and he nodded. “It… it is. I don’t think I’m ready for much more than this yet, though.” “That’s alright, Kaz. Slow and steady, as slow as you need. We’ll get there, love.” He smiled wider, thumb tracing your cheekbone. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” “I love you too, Kaz.” The pair of you sat, his hand on your cheek, simply enjoying each other’s touch.

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triptuckers · 3 years ago

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New In Town (part two) - Kaz Brekker

Request: nope Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: you're exploring ketterdam and happen to overhear an interesting conversation Warnings: none Word count: 2.6K A/N: ketterdam my beloved <3 <3 <3 PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART TAG LIST (all grishaverse fics): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15@dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha@story-scribbler@romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza@whymyparentscheckmyphone@aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 @marlenaisnthappy @tomridlessecretvampiredemigod TAG LIST (Kaz Brekker): @mufnasa @janesofia7 @stairscortana add yourself to my tag lists here (bold means I couldn't tag you for some reason!)

You spend the first weeks wandering around the city, getting to know the streets, canals, and its secrets. Every morning you wake up early to leave the pub when the regulars aren't there yet.

You like Ketterdam in the morning. It seemed like everyone collectively decided to sleep in every day. When walking the empty streets, you feel like the city belongs to you, even though you only arrived a couple of weeks ago.

During your short stay, you couldn't help but to develop some habits and routines. Normally, you made sure no one could figure out your habits and favorite spots, but somehow you felt like nobody in Ketterdam cared enough to pay attention to an outsider like you.

Especially when said outsider definitely didn't look rich.

Your clothes had worn out, because you hadn't taken your bag with you and had spent all of your money on rent for your room. But the owner of the building had agreed to give you a job at the pub.

You made a little money on the nights you worked as a bartender. You saved part of it, and spend part of it on clothes. First was a shirt, that was slightly too big but at least it didn't have stains on it or holes in it.

Next up was a new pair of pants. You picked them out carefully, buying one with wide legs so you could easily hide your weapons. It also has a lot of pockets, which was useful as well.

You then bought a new coat. It was a long, black coat. Perfect for wrapping it tightly around you and disappearing into the shadows during the nights you were on the streets.

Your boots weren't worn out just yet, so you hadn't spend money on a new pair. You kept your old clothes at the room, in case you needed a change of clothes. Old ones were better than no clothes at all.

With every piece of clothing you bought, you felt more like you had been in Ketterdam for a long time. Part of you felt like you needed to blend in, and buying Kerch clothes was a perfect way to do so.

You wake up on a particular sunny day. At first, you're excited to spend the day walking around the city, exploring the outer edges of the city.

But your good mood soon disappears when you remember you have an extra long shift to work at the pub today.

It's not like you particularly enjoy working at the pub. Most of the guests seem to think they can do anything to you when they're drunk.

The regulars know not to mess with you, but the new customers weren't around to witness you break three fingers of a guy who put his hand on your waist.

Even though less people messed with you now, there are still some who believe they can convince you to have a drink with them. You always have to smile and politely refuse, telling them you're working.

You'd much rather work your usual jobs, but you had yet to find out how to get someone to notice you. You didn't trust the gangs - yet. Simply because you didn't know enough about them.

Sure, you had the guts to march into whatever their main building was, but if you didn't have any dirt on them, it wouldn't be very useful. Besides, you'd much rather watch them try to anxiously get you to forget the information you had gathered.

You loved to have your clients beg for their pride when they double crossed you, or hadn't paid you enough. But you didn't dare to walk into a house full of trained gang members simply because your job at the pub was dull.

It was boring, and your skills were useless, but at least you got paid. It was just enough to cover the rent of the room, but a little money is still better than none at all.

If you could just find out some more information on the different gangs, you'd be able to join one of them, using the secrets you discover as leverage.

It's not like you had always wanted to join a gang. But the streets of Ketterdam are more dangerous than the ones in Ravka or Fjerda. Being part of a gang provided protection. You knew no one would touch you if you were part of a gang. Except maybe members of rival gangs, but you could handle those.

But for now, you're stuck serving rich tourists and drunk regulars.

Though it was a boring job and nothing exciting really happened, you did learn a lot by listening to their conversations. Gang members didn't often come to the pub, but guards, merchant's servants and advisors, people of the Stadwatch and other interesting people did.

You'd already learned a great deal about them by listening to their conversations. As someone who worked at the pub, you could come closer without any of them getting suspicious.

If only some gang members came in for a drink, you'd be able to listen in on their conversations as well. But you figured they'd have their own clubs, or other pubs they like to go to.

After a quick breakfast and a morning walk in the sun, you're already back at the pub, getting ready to start your shift.

Luckily, there aren't many people in the pub this early. You spend your time washing glasses, occasionally serving people, tiding up the place.

Around noon, it starts to get busier. But that's also when more people start their shifts, so you don't have to do all of it on you own. Even though it's busier the later the hour gets, it's still boring to you.

The same people are there and they order the same drinks, making the same lame jokes, hoping to make you laugh. The best you can do is a forced smile which disappears as soon as you turn your back on them.

When your shift is almost over, you're standing behind the bar. You're cleaning the glasses people used today, trying not to zone out as you stare at the open doors on the other side of the pub.

People are laughing and talking loudly, but it all seems oddly far away from you.

Suddenly, your coworker nudges your shoulder and gestures with her head to the entrance.

'They're not regulars, are they?' she says.

You look at the people she pointed out. Two boys around your age walked in the pub. One of them is tall, curls falling down on his forehead, and there's a grin on his face.

The other one is shorter, leaning on a cane and dressed head to toe in black, as if he's going to attend a funeral. Unlike the other boy, he doesn't have a smile on his face. Instead, he walks to the nearest table and sits down, signalling to the bar.

Your coworker wants to approach them, but you're faster.

'I've got this one.' you say with a smile.

You didn't see many people like this in your pub, and your curiosity got the better of you. Besides, you hadn't seen them in the city, making you believe they are from the parts of the city you rarely go to.

And since it's not weird for a bartender to make small talk, you approach them with a smile.

'Good evening!' you say cheerfully. 'How can I help you today?'

'Hello love!' says the taller boy as he returns your smile. 'I'll have a beer.'

'Great choice.' you say.

You turn to the other one, quickly scanning him up and down and noticing he's wearing gloves. Which seems odd, since it's such a nice sunny day. But then again, there are a lot of odd people in Ketterdam.

'And what can I get you, sir?' you say.

Just as he looks at you and wants to answer you, the taller boy speaks up again.

'You don't have to call us sir, you know, we're basically the same age.' he says.

'And how would you know that?' you say.

'I'm a good gambler.' he says, leaning back in his chair.

You see how the other boy raises his eyebrows at him.

'He's not a good gambler.' he says. 'I'm good.'

'You sure you don't want anything to drink?' you say, deciding to see if you can find out more about them. 'You're in a pub after all, and we've got some good stuff.'

'I'm good.' he says again, more firmly, indicating you don't have to ask again.

'Alright then.' you say. You turn to the taller boy again. 'I'll come back shortly, with your beer.'

'Thanks.' he says with a wink.

You smile at him and walk back to the bar. You notice your coworker was a little too late to subtly look away.

'What were you talking about?' she asks.

'What they want to drink.' you simply say, reaching out to take a beer and open it.

'And?' she presses on.

'And that's it. The other one didn't want anything to drink.' you say.

'Why's he dressed like that?' she says.

You shrug. 'Tell me the answer when you ask him.' you say.

You walk back to the two and notice how they quickly cut off their conversation. With a smile, you set the beer down in front of the tall boy.

'There you go.' you say. 'Enjoy.'

He thanks you, and you turn to the dark-haired boy again.

'Are you sure I can't get you something?' you say.

He briefly shakes his head. You turn back to the taller boy again. Apparently, he's the talkative one.

'So, you're a gambler?' you say to him.

'I can't say no to a game of cards every now and then.' he says.

Before you can ask him another question, the other boy speaks up again.

'Jesper, cut the small talk.' he says.

So the taller one was called Jesper, that's at least a start.

The tall one, Jesper, looks offended. 'I can have a conversation, Kaz, relax.' he says. He turns back to you. 'You a gambler?' he says.

You shake your head. 'I never really understood it. And I haven't gotten a chance to go to one of the gambling halls yet.' you say.

'You should tag along some time, I can teach you the basics.' says Jesper.

'That would be amazing.' you say, surprised at how easy it is to get Jesper to engage in a conversation. You wonder what else you can learn about him.

Unfortunately, a large group of tourists enter the pub, loudly telling you to come and take their orders. You don't bother to hide the disgust and annoyance on your face.

'Looks like I'll have to pass. I'm working, after all.' you say. 'Let me know if I can get you guys anything else.'

'You got it.' says Jesper as you walk over to the large group of tourists.

Of all the people that stopped by for a drink, you loathed tourists the most. They always seemed to think that if they were in a different country, basic rules about human decency didn't apply.

They're loudly shouting their orders at you and as you walk back to the bar to get their drinks, you can feel their eyes on you. No doubt they were talking about you.

You bring them their drinks with a forced smile, ignoring their horrible flirting. The second you turn your back on them, you let your smile disappear. You then catch Jesper's eye, who had been looking at your encounter with the tourists.

'Tourists are all the same.' you say as you walk up to him to retrieve his empty beer glass.

'They look nice.' he tries.

'They're assholes.' you say. 'Every tourist that comes in here thinks because I'm a bartender they can shamelessly flirt with me and pull me closer. But they give excellent tips, so I can't really complain.'

'If you don't like serving them, why not get a different job?' asks Jesper.

'Because I need the money.' you say. 'Don't really have a lot of choice. Can I get you anything else?'

'Another beer, please.' he says.

'Jesper.' says the other boy.

You turn to look at him, you almost forgot he was there. Jesper had taken off his coat, but Kaz was still wearing his long black coat and gloves.

'No more drinks, I need you sober for this.' says Kaz.

'Okay, dad.' says Jesper. 'He never lets me do anything fun.' he then whispers to you, loud enough for Kaz to hear.

'I'll leave you two to it, then.' you say.

You walk away from their table to clean a table of a couple who just left the bar. Normally, you'd do a quick sweep and head back to serving customers.

But something about Jesper and Kaz has gotten your attention. Jesper seems like a cheerful, fun person to be around. Kaz, on the other hand, looks like he hasn't smiled in his entire life. You wondered why they would go to a pub together.

You take out a piece of cloth and start to slowly clean the table, but focusing on Jesper and Kaz behind you. They're talking in such hushed voices, you're having a hard time understanding them.

But you do manage to hear a few sentences of their conversation.

'We enter as guards, Nina, Matthias and Inej go in disguised as party guests.' says Kaz in a low voice.

'Why can't I be a party guest as well?' says Jesper.

'Because we can't afford you to drink and flirt, we need to to confirm that diamond necklace is the real thing.' says Kaz. 'So we move quickly and don't attract too much attention.'

'Fine.' says Jesper. 'But next time we're crashing a merchant's party, I get to be one of the party guests as well. I want to have a good time.'

You quickly straighten your back and walk past them, back to the bar. You didn't want to give them the idea you'd been listening to their conversation.

So they were planning on robbing some rich woman who owned a diamond necklace. And Jesper would be the one to confirm the diamonds are real. Only Grisha could do that. And there were more on their crew, at least three more. If you could figure out what party they had been talking about, you could try and get in as well.

As you're standing behind the bar, talking to one of your coworkers, you see Jesper and Kaz get up. While standing in the doorway, Jesper waves happily at you. Kaz is already out of the pub.

You smile and wave back at him.

If only he knew that in just a few minutes, you had discovered they'd steal a priceless necklace, and that they were gang members. Because who else would dare to steal a necklace someone would be wearing at a crowded party?

Only gangs would be bold enough to do something like that. You didn't know what gang they were part of, but that wasn't the kind of information you need to acquire. Right now, all you had to do was find out where and when the party was being held.

You could be quicker than them, and snatch the diamonds away from them. You could buy yourself a nice new set of knives, or rent a bigger room.

Either way, you were going to get a lot of money.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

#me whenever I am writing a grishaverse fic: I must include jesper or nina in this #I literally cannot write something without at least one of them in there #also I am sorry but it is true. kaz dresses like he's going to a funeral I'm sorry <3 its okay tho he's hot #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #grishaverse #Kaz Brekker x reader #Kaz Brekker x you #kaz brekker fanfic #Kaz Brekker fanfiction #Kaz Brekker fanfics #Kaz Brekker fic #shadow and bone fics #shadow and bone fanfics #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone fic #new in town

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mrsbrekkers · 4 years ago

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Hi! I read your Jesper fic and it’s like my favorite that I’ve ever read honestly it was amazing! I was wondering if I could request a Jesper x reader where the reader is small and really sweet and he has a crush on her? And she like steals his clothes and he just gets rlly soft? Once again I love your writing have a great day/night and no rush!

hi there! we’ve talked over pm, but thank you again, those kind words mean the WORLD to me! i haven’t put my writing out there in a while, so this means a lot, thank you again :)

so i had a weird idea when i saw this when i woke up this morning. mind you, it’s been sitting in my requests for a few days, but i saw it and didn’t have a lot of ideas, but then inspiration struck me and brb i gotta cry over this. AHHHHHH

pairings! jesper x reader / kaz x inej ( being soulmates ) + nina x matthias ( also being soulmates ) + wylan van eck enjoying his pie

reader is again, gender neutral, but leans more female presented, BUT the pronouns they/their are used throughout

warnings! jesper and reader being the fluffest couple to walk the grishaverse, kaz endlessly shipping, kaz also pinning for inej, nina + kaz shipping reader and jesper, the crows in general shipping reader x jesper

word count; 3036 words

one-shot under cut!

this mood board was made by a friend and UGH IT TAKES IN THE FIC S O WELL!!! @r3tr0sp3ct !! thank you so much, SHFJD

5 WAYS TO TELL YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER YOU LOVE THEM

Courtesy Of Jesper Fahey, to my Dearest Y/N

5: Tease Them About How Short They Are

It was no secret that Y/N was the shortest of the crows. A mere five foot three, compared to the other Crows? They were short. Shorter than Inej by an inch or two, and by a foot compared to Matthias. Yet, it made them dangerous: able to move from place to place almost as swiftly as Inej. They were able to look unintimidating, when in reality, they could kill you, your family, and your relatives. They were able to lie their way through almost anything: another factor of people underestimating them. They were dangerous, which is why they were a part of the Crows after all. An asset, a leader even. Kaz saw them as valuable.

That didn’t stop the endless amount of teasing from the Crows though. And who had started it? Jesper Fahey.

First joining the Crows had been an impulsive decision, but one that Y/N didn’t regret. A family came with joining, and they’d lost theirs a pretty good time ago. What also came with joining was the teasing. Another day at the Crow Club, and Y/N, still relatively new to the Barrel life, was watching as Jesper gambled. They’d never understand the payoff of such quizzical acts of dumbness, but they stood there behind Jesper, confused.

Finishing the hand, Jesper glanced back at Y/N, chuckling slightly. Y/N’s eyes shifted, their glare at Jesper meeting him right in the eyes. It almost caused him to back down from what he was about to say, but he simply smirked the usual Jesper smirk. Flirtatious and bubbly. His hand swiftly moved, pulling Y/N to stand directly in front of him, the hand on their waist causing them to become flustered.

“You’re shorter than Inej,” Jesper inquired.

“I am not-” but Y/N didn’t finish their sentence. They’d already known such, but now Jesper was pointing it out. “So what?”

“It means I get to deem a new nickname for you! Inej would never let me call her anything related to her height, she threatened me with her knives. Or Kaz would glare at me, which scares me to say the least,” Jesper smiled now. He was going to have to find his way into Y/N’s good graces to fully engage in said nickname. They seemed conflicted for a moment, a pout making its way to their face.

“Does that mean I get to deem a nickname for you based on how tall you are?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow. They already had one in mind, considering Jesper was only a mere inch shorter than Matthias, the nickname still fit him.

“Well, that depends, Shortcake, what is your nickname for me?”

“Big Bear,” Y/N responded, smiling.

“Hmm, I like it. Shortcake and Big Bear. A powerful duo,” Jesper said, chuckling.

And thus, the teasing of how short Y/N was began.

4; Tell Them How Sweet They Are

The teasing didn’t stop there. Of course it didn’t. Because while the nickname ‘Shortcake’ was coined by Jesper, everyone had chosen new nicknames for how short Y/N was. Matthias called them Bubbles. Nina called them Babycakes. Wylan called them Munchkin. Inej called them Mini-me. And even Kaz had found a nickname for them; Firecracker.

But for Jesper, he wanted to find other ways to tease, or to tell Y/N what they meant to him, and low and behold, chance struck him. Eating with the Crows at one of the bakeries in Ketterdam, Y/N sitting next to Nina, with Jesper on their other side. Matthias sat next to Nina, squished between her and Inej. Wylan sat on the edge of the booth, opposite of Jesper, with Kaz sitting in a chair at the head of the booth.

Jesper glanced over at Y/N every once in a while, who was enjoying their creampuffs, he watched a bit of the filling be left on their lips. letting out a small chuckle, he watched Y/N turn toward him. “Hm?” They murmured, tilting their head. Sometimes Jesper wondered what someone like Y/N was doing in the Barrel. How Kaz had even found someone so sweet and kind roaming the streets.

“You got something a little-” Jesper raised his hand, his thumb brushing the pastry filling from Y/N’s lips. “There,” and with that, he chuckled before eating the filling. Y/N’s eyes had followed his hand the entire way, becoming flustered just as they had in the Crow Club just a few nights ago.

“That was my leftovers for later, Big Bear,” Y/N glared, their tone though was playful. The entire table now stared at them. Nina had a knowing look on their face, Matthias just seemed confused. Inej had let out a small laugh, Kaz’s eyes shifting to Inej upon hearing the sound. And Wylan? He just took another bite of his pie, his attention unwavered.

“Shortcake, you’re really telling me you would’ve saved any amount of those creampuffs as leftovers? I doubt it, they’re your favorite,” Jesper observed, making Y/N huff and taking another bite of a creampuff.

“They’re sweet and warm, of course I wouldn’t leave a single one for leftovers,” Y/N deemed, crossing their arms as they went to grab their last creampuff, but Jesper beat them to it, biting into it.

“Hmm, they’re not as sweet as you,” Jesper said, kissing Y/N’s nose, making them go cross-eyed with a smile.

“Hey! That was MY last creampuff!” Y/N said, coming to their senses after they realized Jesper had taken their last one. Before they could go to grab it though, Jesper raised it above his head. Oh, it was on. Before too long, Y/N was chasing Jesper out of the bakery, leaving the other Crows a laughing mess as they watched Jesper run, yelling for Y/N to catch him.

“Those two are soulmates,” Nina said, a wide smile on her lips as she watched Y/N practically topple Jesper onto the concrete, grabbing what was left of their creampuff and biting into it. Her eyes then shifted to Matthias.

“Soulmates.” Matthias agreed, smiling.

3; Save Them From The Bad Guy

Y/N was smart, Jesper knew that. They could probably give Jesper and Kaz a run for their money if they would like to. They were small, agile, talented. They were everything in Jesper’s eyes and more. But that didn’t make them any less susceptible to being overwhelmed during a job. They weren’t Nina Zenik. They weren’t Grisha, meaning if the right spots were hit they could indeed be overtaken.

But with Jesper by their side, that potential went down exponentially. Because whether Y/N believed it or not, and they did, Jesper would protect them with his life. They would do so for one another without hesitation. Which as Kaz put it: ‘is a dangerous prospect.’ The two didn’t care though. Well, in certain ways they did, but where was the fun in giving Kaz the satisfaction of thinking he was somewhat right? Answer: There was none.

Having just grabbed the package they needed during the job, Y/N and Jesper were about to be home free when they were spotted by the cashier, who undoubtedly worked for Pekka Rollins. Going eye wide, the two stared at the cashier for some time, and before they could come up with a Kaz level idea, the two bolted from the shop, Y/N’s hand in Jesper’s.

“We’re not dying today, Shortcake!” Jesper laughed over the commotion, the adrenaline of the job running through him as they ran.

“Hopefully not, Big Bear!” Y/N yelled, letting go of Jesper’s hand and breaking off from him. They were bigger targets together. Slipping through the crowds, Y/N ran as quickly as their legs could carry them. But speed could only make up so much when men who seemed twice your size were chasing after you.

Y/N knew Ketterdam well, but not Inej well. Not Kaz well. So when they came face to face with a wall that was too big for them to climb before the men managed to catch up, they scowled. Where the hell is Inej when you need her?

Turning to face the men who showed up, Y/N showed their hands. “Went after the wrong one,” They remarked, smirking. The men didn’t seem to be having it though, and as they stalked towards Y/N, a voice was heard behind them.

“And to think you’re usually the one saving my ass!” And then the three men fell, one bullet lodged in each of the men’s heads. Y/N looked up, smiling as they saw Jesper.

“Got the package?” Y/N asked, Jesper showcasing the bag of whatever it was Kaz had deemed they needed.

“I do, but I also have the most important package.” Jesper stepped over the bodies and took Y/N’s hand again, a wide smile on his lips.

“And what package would that be?” Y/N knew what he was going to say, but they wanted to hear it outloud

“Why you, of course!” Jesper winked, kissing Y/N’s forehead before they were off to bring the package to Kaz.

2; Let Them Borrow Your Clothes

Another night at the Crow Club, but something was unusual. Jesper was used to having a stalking Y/N behind him wondering how poker worked. This time though, they didn’t seem to be found anywhere in the Crow Club. It almost made Jesper not want to play. What was the point of playing if you didn’t have your lucky charm? There was no reason in his mind, especially as he began to have a bad streak of luck. So, standing from the table, he went to the booth Inej sat at, Kaz across from her.

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Jesper asked, earning him a small smirk from Kaz, who simply glanced at Inej. He’d seen the newest Crow go to Jesper’s room while he’d gone down the steps. Kaz had been tempted to ask what they were doing, but he already had a feeling about what they were doing.

“They’re at the Slat,” Kaz said, deciding to rat out Y/N.

Jesper raised a brow. Weird. “Have fun you two! Inej, make sure he doesn’t come up with some more heist plans while I’m gone,” he joked, earning an eye roll from Inej. Turning from the table, he made his way out of the Crow Club, walking to the Slat and up to Y/N’s room, which was right next to his. Granted, they were really just tiny spaces meant to serve for the necessities. So, when Jesper arrived at their floor, he stopped in his tracks.

“Shortcake?”

Y/N turned, cursing as they realized they’d been caught. Instead of being adorned in their usual black attire, Y/N wore one of Jesper’s jackets.

“Listen, it was right there, it looked warm, I just really really . . . why are you walking towards me like that?” Y/N asked, watching as Jesper stepped towards them. If only they could see into Jesper’s mind, but the look in his eyes said it all. He was completely, utterly in love with the person before him. Letting out a gentle laugh, he kissed the corner of Y/N’s lips, earning him wide eyes.

“It looks better on you, although a little big, it’s perfect, Shortcake” Jesper said, in turn, he received a giddy laugh.

“Why thank you Big Bear. It is really warm, I may have to steal it,” Y/N remarked, crossing their arms and posing in the jacket for Jesper.

“You can’t steal it if I give it to you.”

“Hey! No fair. We’re criminals. I shall steal Jesper Fahey’s coat!”

“Mhm, now come on. I think you should show off your new attire at the Crow Club,” Jesper said, taking Y/N’s hand, but instead, they moved to stand beside Jesper, moving his arm so it wrapped around their waist.

When they arrived at the Crow Club once more, Inej glanced at Kaz, who now looked over his plans he’d been drawing out, his eyes on Y/N and Jesper.

“You’re so in on them being soulmates aren’t you?” Inej asked.

“Hmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about, my dearest Inej,” Kaz spoke quietly, making sure only she could hear.

1; Telling Them You Love Them

Whatever Jesper was planning, Y/N had a feeling it involved something big. They’d never seen him as frantic as he currently was. Then again, Jesper was a pretty frantic person at times, but still this probably took the cake for the most frantic. He had flowers, candies, creampuffs, not that Y/N knew all of that.

He was receiving different ways to tell people that you love them, and now he had no idea which one to go with. Nina told him pastries. Inej told him to simply be outright with it. Matthias told him some weird Fjerdan way they would do it. Wylan had shrugged, he’d never really been in love before. He hadn’t even DARED to ask Kaz for obvious reasons.

That left him with his own way of doing it. He wasn’t sure if Y/N would like it. He knew she’d like the cream puffs. But the candies? The flowers? Were they that kind of romantic?

It also didn’t help that when he’d asked everyone, he’d at first told them that he had feelings for Y/N, and they’d all replied that they knew. That didn’t help his nerves, because did that mean Y/N knew? Or were they just as oblivious as he was?

The night seemed simple enough - until it wasn’t.

The flowers didn’t smell right to Jesper, so he threw them out. The candies, as Nina revealed, were Y/N’s least favorite. The only thing he still had by the beginning of the night were the creampuffs. But he wanted to do this right. He had to do this right.

Entering the bakery, Jesper spotted Y/N at one of the booths, eating creampuffs. Well, there goes the last thing he had to give them. Making his way to the table, Jesper watched as Y/N raised their head to look at him.

“Don’t tell me Kaz sent you to come and ruin my night with some heist plans, Big Bear,” Y/N said, biting into their cream puff, humming in delight.

“Nope, just me. . . . just me,” Jesper murmured the last bit.

“Just you huh?” Y/N asked, finishing their plate and throwing it out. They stood, thanking the baker before leaving the bakery. Jesper followed behind. His mind raced with ideas on how to do this right. Maybe this was the right way? Stopping in one of the alleys, Jesper sucked in a deep breath.

“I love you!” He called to Y/N, who stalled for a moment, eyes going wide just as they did when Jesper had kissed the corner of their mouth.

“You make me rethink everything I know. You waltzed into the Crows lives, but most importantly, you waltzed into mine. I love you,” Jesper watched Y/N, seeing them laugh a bit.

“Go on, Big Bear,” Y/N spoke, walking slowly towards the gushing Jesper.

“I love the way you let me joke about your height. I love the way you get creampuff filling all over your face, you actually still have some on your lips. I love the way you joke with me during jobs, even when they go terribly wrong,” Jesper chuckled now, his smile wide.

“I love when you wear my clothes. They’re big on you. My jackets almost reach the floor. My sweaters reach your thighs. I love when you stand behind me while I’m playing cards, wondering how the game works. Or why it’s helpful. I love when you sneak into my bed late at night and lie across from me even with the small space we have, acting as if I don’t know you’re there. I love the way you chase me for your last cream puff and tackle me into the ground. But most of all, I love you . . . you, gosh do i love you,” Jesper felt out of breath. He wanted to yell from the top of rooftops that he loved Y/N. The things he’d do for them were endless.

“You know what I love about you, Jesper Fahey?” Y/N asked, tilting their head as they stopped in front of the breathless boy.

“What?”

“Everything,” and then they were on their tippy toes, their lips barely meeting Jesper’s.

The taste of cream puff filling hit Jesper first, a familiarity he knew with Y/N. Home. His fingers delicately moved to hold the back of their neck, his eyes shutting as he fully leaned down to kiss them. The pounding in his chest could likely be heard throughout the entirety of Ketterdam. He could feel the concrete underneath him, and it felt like the only stabilizer he had to keep him grounded. For if not for the concrete beneath him, he would’ve thought he was dreaming. Floating, even. But the feeling of their skin under his fingers, their lips. Everything invaded his senses and he didn’t want it to stop. He didn’t want them to stop.

Y/N had dreamed of this moment. The way Jesper’s slightly chapped lips would feel against their own, how soft his skin would feel, how his hair would feel. How he’d feel. Time felt lost, the world around them dimming as they let themself be consumed by this feeling. Nothing had felt so right. No one else existed except them.

Becoming breathless, Jesper pulled from Y/N, his eyes fluttering open as he placed his forehead against theirs. Then he felt the soft feeling of rain beginning to fall. “Isn’t that cheesy,” he chuckled, making Y/N laugh and take his hand.

“Ready to run through the rain, Big Bear?” They whispered.

Jesper didn’t answer, and instead he turned, pulling Y/N with him towards the Slat, their laughs being heard for miles.

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sweetery-ko · 3 years ago

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helloo can i req a fluffy hajime x reader scenario where they get caught on a date by their classmates? ty ^^

Sure, anon! Most of this is from Kaz's pov, I guess? Still third person but it's mostly K/z adventures, if you know what I mean, lol. ^^;; (also I'm not really the best when it comes to scenarios so please forgive me if it's bad!)

CW: Hajime Hinata, this is taken place in island mode, the reader has a talent, stalking/spying, K/zuichi So/da, F/yuhiko K/zuryu, mention of S/nia N/vermind K/zuichi has dirty thoughts about y'all before knowing the truth (aka minor nsfw), F/yuhiko's has his chapter 3 personality, swearing, attempted stalking, betting

Caught.

It was just another normal day for everyone else. Everybody was at the restaurant, eating breakfast like usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, not for you and Hajime though, you both have been sending the same paper back and forth to each other under the table, almost every part of the paper has been covered by words written by a pencil that is in urgent need to be shared back.

"I'm sorry, s/o but I just don't feel ready yet. Can we just agree on this? I'll make it up to you somehow." You couldn't help but sigh at the reply he gave. You wished he could grow a pair at least this once but what kinda partner are you if you can't be patient for your beloved boyfriend? You took the pencil wrote a simple "ok" and gently tossed the paper back to him.

Hajime opened the paper and his mouth formed into a small smile. The brunette turned in your direction, mouthing "date later?" which you subtlety nodded back. You got up and gestured him to go with you so you can discuss in more detail.

"....."

"Isn't that weird?" Kazuichi turned his head back to the smaller blond, while his eyes are still locked into the both of you. "What is?" "Hajime and s/o have been eyeing each other for the entire time and they both leave at the same time! Isn't that weird?" Fuyuhiko put down his fork and looked at the pinkette in minor displeasure "Those two probably just want to fill out their hope fragments; what's the problem with that?" He grabbed his glass of water and drink, still not changing emotion.

"Are you serious? There's no way that it's just "hope fragment collecting". I know it's something else, like maybe they're doing their version of 'it'~" Teased Kazuichi. As soon as those words came out of the eccentric man's mouth, the smaller man spat out his drink in shock, coughing and gasping for air before glaring at the man in front of him in frustration. "W-WHAT THE HELL, WE'RE FUCKING HIGH SCHOOLERS FOR GOD SAKE!" The gangster blabbered out loud, grabbing the other's attention by accident.

The pink-eyed bastard shushed down his one-eyed friend and waving the confused students off. "Dude, calm down. We're horny bastards because we're high schoolers. Hajime seems the type to..You know, get the stress off by doing the do. Why don't we do a little bet by seeing who's right?" Kazuichi quietly exclaimed as he made his way to Fuyuhiko's side to pat his back. "What? Hell no.." "Come on! Ya scared?" Kaz leaned closer and grinned, feeling rather bold.

"You got some fucking balls to...wished you continued simping on Sonia right now, fine. Let's do this." Fuyuhiko got up from his chair rather aggressively and walked down the stairs on his own.

"I still simp-- like Sonia, ok!? Geez, don't leave me!!" Kazuichi yelled out in desperation as he followed the blond down the stairs as well.

They both sneaked around suspiciously to find you both but unfortunately, they ended walking around in circles about 5 times already. "...ugh! Fucking hell, Kazuichi! We've been walking in circles like dumbass dogs!" Fuyuhiko grunted in anger and stomped his feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Calm down! We'll find them for sure!" "Fuck this shit!"

"Wait, no!" he grabbed the eye patch boy's hand tightly, gripping it harder as the other tried to release themselves. "We haven't check..The cottage..yet" the blond looked at him in disbelief and disappointment "Wh-what!? That's an invasion of privacy, you're going too far!!" "Who cares!? We need to check! For the sake of the best!" he continued to grab the gangster's hand and sprinted to Hajime's cottage.

As soon as they arrived, Kazuichi leaned towards the brunette's door gently to hear any sort of noise and he caught something, something he wasn't expecting but he was rather pleased to hear. "Hajime..this is so wonderful!" he heard you spoke. "See? Didn't you hear that? Collecting hope fragments my ass! We're getting to bottom of this!" "Wait, no--"

The pink-haired male kicked the door with all his might, surprised by himself and Fuyuhiko by his determination-filled strength. "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?-- e-eh?.." Both of them were in shock as the result is neither. Hajime was- well, trying to paint your nails. The both of you looked at the two of them in both shock and confusion as well.

"What the hell!? Get out!" Hajime yelled in frustration and pure fury, throwing the nearest stuff he could get to the both of them so they would leave. Not only did they broke his door but ruined you and his privacy too!? They're gonna face some consequences later.

"Hey, Hajime..calm down. Everything is ok!" You hugged him and patting his back to soothe him down but he softly pushed you back in tears "No, it's not! You know how embarrassing this is!? For someone like you, a person with a talent to date me? A talentless nothing!?" your green-eyed boyfriend cried out as he tried to his almost never-ending tears.

You cupped your hands between his face and turned his face in your direction. "Honey, no! I don't care if you're talentless because the reason I love you is not talent! I love you because you are. You! Your looks, personality. Everything!" You leaned your face into his, your noses touching each other. "Please, Hajime. I love you dearly, with or without talent. I would love to start a future with you so please..don't say such a thing about yourself."

"..s/o..you're right. I'm glad that talent isn't your main priority. Thank you, I love you as well." he kissed you on the lips. Maybe he shouldn't be so insecure and maybe..it's time to tell the others about your relationship?

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa sdr2 #danganronpa x reader #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #kazuichi souda #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #tw stalking #tw betting

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manikas-whims · 4 years ago

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Shadow & Bone, The Crows & everyone's complaints

So now that I'm on my 2nd watch of the show, I wanna speak on certain things about the Crows in the show, which have made many people mad and some of which I didn't like either..but which I can still see as tying up with the canon.

⚠ Spoilers for both the Books & Show ⚠

Here we go:

• Kaz accepting the 1M Kruge job

Now ofc we all remember the book Kaz who bargained with a Mercher and raised his prize to 30M. But Leigh, Eric & the Crows Cast has been pointing out since day one that these aren't the same people we know from what we've read. This is a sort of prequel to those characters and just them figuring out their dynamic with each other.

Remember, the book opens with Inej saying Kaz is a feared man in the Barrel without hesitation, she introduces herself as the Wraith who can't be stopped even by gravity on certain days and Jesper as the amazing sharpshooter and charmer.

Now as a new reader, I found that chapter sort of funny because how are you claiming all this without showing me their process of becoming these formidable people? But as I read through, the thought that inded these are 6 dangerous outcasts, settled in my mind.

But before that 30M job, they must've had many smaller conquests too right? Ones which slowly built-up their experience, confidence and relationships.

Since this is a prequel, consider this as another day in their Barrel life, as them going on another of their regular jobs. And just think of this as a learning experience for Kaz. That its the dangers that they got into travelling to a different country that made Kaz learn his and his crew's worth. And prepared him for the negotiations he did with Jan Van Eck in SoC.

• Kaz brought to his knees by Pekka

While Kaz being bested by two mere lackies of Pekka was kinda annoying to me as well, why do we believe that Pekka can't harm him or the others? PEKKA ROLLINS WAS THE BARREL KING BEFORE KAZ.

Remember on the Ferolind when Oomen tells them he was ordered by Pekka Rollins to take down the Dregs? They all were shocked and somewhat worried. And it was brought up later on when Jesper said they were going against Pekka Rollins and Wylan explains for Matthias sake how Pekka is not to be messed with.

It was only Kaz who wasn't concerned at all, who consoles Jesper by saying Pekka is just another Barrel Boss.

And what were we even expecting Kaz to do when Pekka brought him to his knees? Didn't Kaz express in the books enough how a simple beating won't make it up. He promised to take his revenge in small steps— building up his gang, stealing customers from Pekka's clubs, etc. BRICK BY BRICK.

So Kaz can be brought down to his knees too. And Pekka can easily do it if he wishes so. But no one wants outright Gang Wars; Pekka because he is far more experienced and knows when and where to put pressure or when to let go of a job. He even advices Kaz to forget Inej and drop the idea of going against a Mercher in SoC last chapter, because it is a foolish thing to do.

And Kaz wouldn't want gang wars because he knows the Dregs aren't big enough to face the whole of Dime Lions. Besides he already plans to bring down Pekka brick by brick.

But no one threatens Kaz Brekker, so consider this "on his knees" scene as a set up and another reason for Kaz to strike back and pay back tenfold.

It will also serve as an amazing parallel if we get to see him make Pekka beg on his knees.

• Kaz and Inej are too obvious

Are they? Haven't they always been like that when in each other's company or when around the other Crows? So of course they're expressing alot in front of Jesper.

But note that there are was no incident in the show where Kaz expressed his slowly developing feelings in front of his enemies, namely Pekka. In fact all Kanej moments happen only between them or in Jesper's presence. So there's nothing wrong with that.

Are they too obvious? No. As I said before and as we all know Kaz and Inej ALWAYS share deep conversations whenever together even in books— "i will have you without armor", "i would come for you", etc.

So show Kaz telling Inej "no saints have watched over me like you.." was not much different from their canon alone conversations.

Have they shown too much already? NOT AT ALL.

We only saw Kaz putting the Crow Club on collateral but his reason behind it wasn't shown at all.

We only saw Inej kill a man to protect Kaz. We don't know why she chose to kill for him. You can't immediately translate that to love. It can very well be considered her trying to pay back because he saved her from the Menagerie.

Remember in Crooked Kingdom Chapter 4, Inej says: "their lives had been a series of rescues ever since, a string of debts that they never tallied as they saved each other again and again."

So consider these moments as their endless back and forth of saving each other.

*Another thing to note in the show is when Inej gave her knives to Kaz. She says: "as a friend once said".

She has started considering Kaz a "friend" and she knows he feels the same way even though he won't say it. They're only starting to open up and give way to friendship. And not just Kanej, Jesper too.

People can care for and have each other's backs without it having a romantic aspect. The show gave the viewers a peek at what Kanej are willing to do for each other and showed that there's obviously sparks flying but no clear motto. We still didn't see Kanej's first encounter at the Menagerie or Kaz staring at Inej sitting on his window. These are just small moments to set up the ship.

• The Crows only there for comic relief

NO. I don't agree to this at all.

I'm gonna go back to SoC Duology. Now we know both the books have a sort of a dark setting. But both of these books also had hilarious moments.

Right in Chapter 2 of SoC, Jesper joking about spelling with his bullets and Kaz joining in on the joke. There's also the "this whole shoot me thing is starting to worry me". Inej & Kaz's banter about "greed is your god".

Almost every chapter had atleast one moment that was either comical or to lighten the mood or just straight up banter between the Crows. And all those moments were all always entagled with serious ones.

The show did exactly the same. We were given their crime life because they were after all, on a job to capture and sell off a person. But the show lightened it by adding the Crows banter and certain comical moments. And for the finishing touches, they sprinkled in some vulnerability.

• Kaz not being ruthless enough

I AGREE. I DO.

What the fuck is wrong with us all wanting a sinister man being ruthless? 😂

There's not much I can say about this but that even in books, Kaz isn't always ruthless.

He is mostly giving out orders and scheming schemes. But in those rare moments in the book when we get to see Dirtyhands, we are given a view into some really intense moments.

When Kaz dislocates a man's arm in the Ice Court Prison, he himself admits it that he didn't do it as much to make himself look intimidating to the other criminals but more to remind himself that he can do it, that he isn't some helpless man.

The only such thing we got in the show was the brief scene between Kaz and that Inferni where he had that scary look on his face as he crushed that inferni's arm and slammed his face.

WE DID DESERVE MORE OF THAT.

But maybe it was a good moment to set him up for more violence in the coming seasons. *crosses fingers*

• The Crows not stealing from Alina

Okay whilst Inej wouldn't do it, Jesper may only consider, Kaz would definitely do it!

Remember Kaz kazually conversing with Van Eck and Pekka but also stealing their stuff in those moments with his slight of hands?

Yeah, the showrunners had a perfect chance at the end to do it but they missed it 😐

This is probably the one thing that I'm unable to settle with 🤧

So..that's it!

I don't want everyone to agree with me but I hope everyone can be a little less aggressive and more kind to the show. It was still amazing, if not a proper adaptation then at least good as a standalone show. And the showrunners already did say "high budget fanfiction"

#shadow and bone spoilers #six of crows #shadow and bone #the crows #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #crooked kingdom #grishaverse

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Anon thay requested the Kaz as a dad headcanons THANK YOU I live for Kanej as parents!! I’m obsessed with girl dad Kaz!! The first weeks Kaz not sleeping just obsessively watching and taking care of their baby 😭🥺 Would always love more kanej family fic

Hey thank YOU I had so much fun writing those headcanons and dreaming about this wee family 🖤 wrote this at work today; hope you like it!

He didn’t normally take meetings at the house, and even more rarely did he take them this late at night. He and Inej had agreed to keep Dregs business out of their home, when possible (it wasn’t always possible--sometimes Pim was a clumsy oaf and fell through the window on a job around the corner and needed stitched up on their kitchen table), but tonight it was just Anika and Roeder and some plans for expanding their export business. Really, it was barely Dregs-related. Nearly half of the plan was even legal.

“What about the warehouses?”

Anika shook her head, yawning behind her hand. “No issues. We’ve got all the right documentation, and even then the Stadwatch don’t even know those units are ours, so we’re fully in the clear once the permits come through.”

He turned to Roeder. “And how are the permits coming?”

He sighed. “Sittart is pretty clean, we haven’t dug up anything very helpful, yet.”

“Well if blackmail isn’t going to work, is there something we can offer him to get his cooperation? Make it a fair exchange?”

Roeder shrugged. “He doesn’t seem like a particularly ambitious man. Seems pretty happy where he is at work, no mistress or dirty laundry or anything.”

People with no ambition and no imagination always made his life difficult. “Well, what about his family? Does he have a child or a sibling or someone who has aspirations of some kind?”

“I think he might have a niece at the university? And his father has some sort of condition that requires a nurse coming by their house twice a week.”

Kaz frowned. “Well, see what you can do about that. About the niece--I’ll make contact with the hospital to see what’s going on with the father. We’re going to need something--what is it Jas?”

Anika nearly fell out of her chair when she turned and saw the four-year-old who’d seemed to appear out of thin air between her and Roeder. Even the spider looked startled. That’s what they get for forgetting to lock the door, he thought proudly.

Jasmijn rubbed her eyes. One of her braids had come loose, and the long auburn hair on that side hung in a tangle. He must not have tied it tight enough when he put the girls to bed. “Where’s Mama?” she asked, voice scratchy from sleep.

“She’s gone away for a little bit, remember darling? On her ship?”

“Oh.” She looked up at Roeder, then Anika, her eyes widening at the stitches above Anika’s eyebrow and the purple and yellow bruising that reached down to her cheekbone. She pointed. “What happened?”

“Oh, me and Uncle Pim had a very mean man at work on Friday. Don’t worry though baby girl,” she leaned close, winking. “We took care of him.”

She looked up, eyes wide, brows raised in wonder. “How?”

With a flick of her wrist, an extendable baton slipped out of Anika’s sleeve and into her hand. “Taught him a lesson with this. Here, you can hit Uncle Roeder with it if you want.”

Jasmijn reached out eagerly, stopping only when Kaz cleared his throat.

“Jas,” he said, the warning in his tone clear. “Where are you supposed to be right now?”

She feigned innocence. “I don’t know.”

“Jasmijn...”

Her little face fell. “Da… I-I had a bad dream.” She turned her most pleading, wide-eyed look his way, “Can I stay up a little longer?”

She was joined in her begging by Anika and Roeder, who looked at him with matching hopeful expressions. They were far too eager to let his daughter derail their meeting. They were here to do work.

He sighed. “Come here, darling. Can you be good for twenty minutes?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes--I’ll be good--I promise.” Without waiting for a further invitation she ran around his desk, practically leaping onto his lap.

Kaz grimaced as her weight landed abruptly on his bad leg. He lifted her to the other side, and she immediately drew her legs up to sit in a little ball, nestling close against his chest. “I’ll be good--I’ll be very quiet,” she whispered.

Roeder and Anika were both losing the fight to keep their faces impassive. Kaz gave them both a hard look, even as he shifted so he could hold Jas securely with only one arm. It wasn’t easy to be intimidating while cradling a small child, but after a few years it was an art he’d all but perfected.

Anika folded her hands on her lap. “Well, I for one would very much like to hear Jasmijn’s input on our plan.”

Jas turned her face into Kaz’s shirt, trying to smother her giggle.

He raised an eyebrow. “Jas has to earn her way to her own seat at these meetings,” he said. “Besides, if I give her too much influence now, pretty soon Roeder will be out of a job. She’s already much stealthier than he is.”

Roeder scowled. “Hey, between you and Inej... she has an unfair genetic advantage.”

Kaz looked down at his daughter, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Jas, love, how old are you?”

She held up four fingers, returning his smile with a shy one of her own. “This many.”

Anika grinned at her companion, also holding up four fingers. “This many, Roeder. How old are you again?" She pretended to think. "I don’t think I have enough fingers. Or toes!”

“Doesn’t help that you’re not very good at math,” he fired back. “Do you even know how many this many is, Anika?”

Kaz cut them off before they could run away with this little spat. Honestly, his four and seven-year old were better behaved than these two. “The niece at the university, Roeder. Look into her.” He turned to Anika. “Until we get these permits and the contract, I need you to make sure the Stadwatch don’t look too closely at what’s in those crates. Understood?” He barely waited for her nod before he turned to his other daughter. “Ros, darling is everything alright?”

Both Dregs jumped several feet when they turned and saw Rosanna standing between them.

“Ghezen’s tit!” Roeder cursed, clutching the arms of his chair. “How the fu… how do you two do that?”

Ros just blinked at him, her wide eyes as dark as wet pavement. She tilted her head. “Ghezen’s what?”

#I know I said it last time but anon really come back ANY time #Parent!Kanej is too close to my heart ack #Kanej #Six of Crows #Kaz Brekker #Inej Ghafa #Rosanna Rietveld #Jasmijn Rietveld #Anika #Roeder #also while writing this 11/10 the girls call Anika 'Auntika'#not sure if it was one of them as a toddler struggling with 'Aunt Anika'#or if it was Roeder and Pim who taught her #I definitely think that despite Kaz and Inej's best intentions as the girls get older they are basically raised by the entire gang #like when Inej is gone he brings the girls to the Slat and he's converted his attic rooms into like a little schoolhouse for them #and their tutors teach them there #while he works down in his office checking on them hourly #but the Dregs who know Kaz won't LITERALLY kill them always wander up to hang out with the girls #Kaz gives Pim a black eye after three-year-old Rosanna starts calling him 'sir' and every other Dreg 'bastard'#with a big smile on her face #Pim will tell you in a heartbeat it was so worth it #like it's not just Kaz the entire gang is wrapped around their little fingers #a fic... of mine???

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