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Two sides of the same coin

Kaz Brekker x Oc!Kirsi Fedorov (platonic)

Summary: In the barrel of Ketterdam, two kids who had their childhoods ripped away from them at a young age, find comfort in each other.

Genre: Fluff, found family, sibling love.

Word Count: 594

Warnings!!! mention of death (A lot of it), The Ravkan war, childhood trauma

Note: This is my first time posting my writing, I'm not that good but I love writing. Please be nice but let me what I can improve on. <3

Kirsi Fedorov was a shadow that had appeared in Ketterdam in the dead of night. she wasn’t the only refugee who showed up in Ketterdam after the Ravkan civil war, so many didn’t pay attention to her, all except one person. Kaz Brekker, the bastard of the barrel, noticed the shadow that loomed over Ketterdam. He’d heard the whispers of people talking about a new thief in the barrels whose talents rivalled those of himself. When he found the new thief, he didn’t expect them to be a 10-year-old Fjerdan and Ravkan girl. From that night forward, Kirsi Fedorov became a part of the Dregs. Kirsi was treated differently than all of the Dregs (many thought it was just her age) but it was clear that Kaz Brekker had a soft for Kirsi Fedorov.

Kirsi knew that she was treated differently by Kaz, and she also thought that she was young but as she started to spend more time around Kaz, she realized it was because they shared something. They both had their childhoods ripped away from them. Kiris didn't know what had happened to Kaz but she knew the look in his, they were the same as hers.

Much like many Ravkan orphans, her parents had been taken away from her in the civil war. Kirsi was raised on the border of Ravka and Fjerda by a Ravkan mother and a Fjerdan father. She lived a happy life in a small cabin in the mountains of Halmhend. It was bad luck that the happy family lived right on the route the Darkling took to get to Ravka. The blood of her parents stained the pure white snow. They weren't Grisha. And that was their downfall.

Her memories after the murder of her parents were blurred, she didn't remember much but she did remember her travels from Ravka to Kerch. For weeks, Kirsi was covered in blood and dirt wearing ripped clothes until she reached Kerch. It had been two years since the day she witnessed the murder of her parents, the feeling of the cold wind against her face, the feeling of her mother's warm hands trying to shield her from the monster that was the Darkling, the yells of her father and then the warmth of her parent's blood on her face was fresh. She remembered every single detail of that day. That was one of the many things that she and Kaz had in common, the details of the day that their lives became a living nightmare were still fresh in their minds.

Kaz remembered the coldness of his brother's body and Kirsi remembered the feeling of her parents. The trauma of his brother's death, Kaz despised physical touch and Kirsi hated the cold and the feeling of blood. To deal with the challenges they now faced, Kaz covered all of his skin and Kirsi wore warm clothing. The only difference between them was as Kaz moved away from touch, Kirsi craved it. She missed the feeling of human skin on hers, she missed the touch and warmth of her parents.

Kaz Brekker and Kirsi Fedorov knew the feeling of what the other had been through because they too had been through something similar. In each other, they found understanding. An understanding of each other and their minds. Kaz Brekker and Kirsi Fedorov were similar in many ways but different in the same. They were two sides of the same coin. For as long as time allowed, Kirsi would happily be the shadow of Kaz Brekker, the bastard of the barrel.

#jesper fahey #inej gafha #wesper #shadow and bone #the grishaverse #the crows #wylan van eck #nina zenik #kazzle dazzle #six of crows #matthias helvar #the dregs #crows #kaz x inej

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