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noyoucannotpushthevoid · 1 year

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Redo: Six of Crows Characters Sorted into DnD Classes

It was bothering me how I didn’t actually justify my answers in my post sorting Six of Crows characters into DnD classes. In addition, I want to change my answers. So I’m redoing the whole thing: Starting again with…

Kaz Brekker: Mastermind Rogue with the Urchin background He stays the same. There’s no better class/subclass for him. In fact I struggle to think of any others he could conceivably fit in, and I only draw blanks. Now for the actual justification that was missing from last time. While it is all pretty self-explanatory, that is not acceptable evidence. It’s like handing in an essay to a professor that states your argument and the rest is just, “if you read the story you’ll know why”. And, unfortunately, I have academic standards for myself. So, without further ado, Kaz is the mastermind of the Dregs. Per Haskell can lie to himself (and then get fucked) all he wants. As stated in the book, he is just another puppet in Kaz’s plans. He’s the figurehead to Kaz’s actual government lol. There is very little he doesn’t account for, and always has several back up plans. What is a mastermind if they can’t plan their way out of ANYTHING? The subclass is the main reason he’s a rogue, but per my last post he is incredibly perceptive, thrifty/resourceful, and can do major sneak attack damage. Not to mention, but what’s more rogue than letting people underestimate you, in this case because of his disability, only to prove them wrong at the most opportune time for your plan? Related, but only tangentially, he’s not a master of disguise but he can pull a convincing one together in remarkable time.He is so incredibly well connected through secrets and knowledge (even though it’s Inej whose the one gathering said knowledge, he’s the one who exploits it like a good mastermind. But we’re not talking about his subclass anymore). Going back to the first sentence of this paragraph, he is incredibly hard to get a jump on. Even that initial kidnapping that kicked off the plot of the first book, he was only caught because he couldn’t comprehend what he was looking at, not because he didn’t see it. He is a rogue to the tune of my friend’s whose whole thing is that she’s always watching. If I had to give him a magic item it would be said friend’s PC’s jacket of many eyes if you will, which with expertise makes this PC an absolute legend at nightwatch lmao, and saves us the horror of surprise attacks. That is Kaz for his group. He’s thrifty. Going back to people underestimating him, he is a master of improvising with his cane. And That’s such a rogue (or monk) move, to use just what’s at his availability in a given situation. Because you can go one of two ways with a rogue (typically), which are the complete shadow route (Inej) or a flashier route, and Kaz, arguably, took the latter, it’s all about the kind of surprise of it. That’s for lack of a better way of saying it. Rogues really keep you on your toes. Finally, sneak attack damage. I still have not reread the books again, but I know there were moments when Kaz would attack people from behind while they were distracted; if not, it’s something he’d do. As for his background, criminal’s an option, a hombrewed farmer background could be used, but Urchin is what fits best. While, yes he is and was a criminal, that’s only because he was an urchin before that. His backstory and his development hinge on Pekka Rollins scamming Jordie and him, leading to Jordie’s death, leading to him swearing vengeance. And none of that could’ve come about if he and Jordie were not wet around the ears, unsupervised urchins in Ketterdam.

This is going to be an uholily long post, oops. Regrettably I feel no regret, let’s discuss my favorite character: Jesper Fahey: ONE level in Sorcerer, then multiclasses into Fighter and takes the Gunslinger subclass. He retains the Gambler background. I can see his single sorcerer level coming about in 2 ways, a fun thing with his backstory where he and the DM orchestrate the reveal in the books. Therefore the character arc, and have it be one of his character’s main plot lines. Or, he is like me and a diskier of magic classes. But he tried, didn’t like it, multiclassed at the first available opportunity. Then it was twisted to be useful later on in the campaign. He is just like me fr fr (and Gideon Nav) he sees opportunity to fight, he fights. I love how each character has an object that’s heavily entrenched in their backstories. If they pull a Hunter the Vigil I can see each person’s like one on one prologue centering on said objects (ex: Kaz’s gloves, Inej’s knives, Nina’s kefta, etc). That’s besides the point though. He’s a fighter because it’s the quintessential martial class and he just doesn’t fit into the others. He’s not angry or explosive enough to be a barbarian. On the exact other side of the spectrum, he’s not methodical or practiced enough to be a monk. He’s a fairly straightforward fighter. His complexities lie in his backstory/how he’s played, not really in his class (when i say this bastard is like me fr fr, I fucking mean it). Obviously, because his guns are so integral to his backstory, he took the gunslinger subclass. Regrettably there’s really not much else to it. He evidently talked a lot with the DM, definitely making an argument to start with guns. Gambler background, there’s others that arguments could be made for, but like Kaz none of them really encompass him as a character. Gambling is a huge hurdle for Jesper. It greatly impacts his life, like all addictions do. Therefore it greatly impacts how he acts as a character and his motivations/priorities. Jesper is the kind of character that’s really simple on paper, but comes to life in game.

Matthias Helver: I think I was right on the money with him too. Beast Master Ranger that multiclasses into Oathbreaker Paladin with the Zealot background He’s a beast master because of his wolf, that’s really about it. Regardless, that wolf did mean a lot to him so it should be reflected in his character in some way. That being said, as the campaign continued he decided to multiclass into paladin because he found it more useful (probably right about the end of the Ice Court job. They also definitely started the campaign at level 3 or 4, which kinda recons what i said about Jesper, but not entirely. I also posit (cause I don’t remember how early Matthais was introduced, but he and Wylan were late to the campaign. Cause it’s obvious the other 4 have history and these 2 were introduced later than the rest. Otherwise the players of the other 4 were an established dnd group beforehand and for the new campaign they introduced 2 new players. I’ve seen this happen twice and there is a slight, not detrimental, but slight one or two session divide while everyone gets used to each other)). He multiclasses when he does, cause honestly him being a ranger would come in handy when they were traversing the tundra from the port to the ice court. And then there’s not really any reason for him to multiclass until after he realizes that the next chunk of the campaign is going to take place in Ketterdam, rendering a good bit of his abilities useless. Paladin plays into his backstory, but also into the fact that he’s big and tough. It’s also more fitting to his characterization than a barbarian or blood hunter. This is in the way he gives off the stereotypical way you think paladins are played, as very lawful and uptight if you will. He’s obviously not lawful good, but he is lawful regardless. If he multiclasses when I suggest, he’s at the point where he is starting to learn and break from the ideology he was brainwashed into. So, he would eventually take the oathbreaker subclass. He was a paladin for what he’s learned is an evil order and as his character develops he breaks free of it. The zealot background works perfectly for him, because it’s what he was. In addition it brings in that part of his backstory before he multiclasses. He also starts with a zealous mindset that causes strife in the group. While he’s very much not my favorite character, from a dnd standpoint I adore him. So long as it’s done well and all the players understand it’s not personal and only in game, a character that causes a bit of strife in a group is always fun. Maybe his player is a close friend of the others and has a lot of experience with playing dnd so he manages to play this bigoted zealot in a way that doesn’t destroy the group.

Inej Ghafa: Here’s where some things change drastically. She also multiclasses, from an Oath of the Ancients Paladin to a Soulknife Rogue. And she likely trades off levels between the two. She maintains the entertainer background I couldn’t let go of the fact that her religion is a massive part of her character, yet is completely neglected in what I gave her last time. Shame on me. So she would start as a paladin, take the oath of the ancients at 3rd level then multiclass into rogue at 4th (this is where she starts the campaign, so they start at level 4). She is very entrenched in her religion; it is something that keeps her going even in the worst of times, but she’s not really a healer. Therefore she’s not a cleric. She is not a fucking support character; in flavor maybe, otherwise absolutely not. Oath of the ancients is her subclass because her religion is a long standing one as well as (i don’t know jackshit about this subclass, so don’t quote me on any of this) ancients implies multiple, and she worships multiple saints. Rogue is pretty straightforward. She’s sneaky, she’s honestly the stereotypical rogue. Soulknife might not seem so straightforward. My justification though is, as per my first draft if you will, her primary weapon is knives, why not give her unlimited knives? I see no argument against this. Plus this allows her to keep knives as her main weapon, but also deal a good deal of damage. In addition, she probably gets so many surprise attacks, so she can exploit the fuck out of her sneak attack. She’s played dnd before and she knows how to game the system. Finally, she was quite literally raised as an entertainer. I am making her routine acrobat, even though it’s not listed. It’s the most fitting background for her backstory.

Wylan Hendriks: Soooo, 2 levels of bard, because he deserves Jack of All Trades for how quickly he learned to make bombs despite disliking chemistry. Then multiclasses as an artillerist artificer with the Noble background. He’s got to have a little bard in him. As well as, he really should get Jack of All Trades, chemistry is a bitch and a half. Besides learning a heavily chemistry based skill absurdly quickly, he also adapts to each major change in his life fairly smoothly. In addition to both of those reasons, he’s stated to have tried his best to be the best in everything else to hopefully win back his father’s love and compensate for his inability to read. Even if he doesn’t like chemistry he’s pretty darn good at bomb making, and making things in general, if my memory stands. So it should stand to reason that he be an artificer. Like Kaz though, he fits into this class, mostly because of a subclass. In this case the artillerist subclass. It’s a subclass all about bombs and projectiles, and so is Wylan. He’s this class because he has to be to survive. Regardless, he’s constantly working on various experiments in order to help the group out in combat or tough situations, or, y’know, ruin his father’s life. He really adopts this role and class. He becomes great at it, just like pretty much every other subject he’s been faced with. Finally, his background really can’t be anything else. The whatchamacallits are the closest Ketterdam has to nobility, so with a bit of tweaking to account for the fact that they aren’t true nobility it’s the most fitting background. Afterall he was not “kicked out” that long before Kaz took him under his wing. As I said in the last post though, it would probably be flavored as a disgraced noble or something.

Nina Zenik: Way of Mercy Monk that multiclasses as an Order of the Ghostslayer Blood Hunter. Her change comes in the form of her background. I know she wasn’t in the field for long, but I feel like the soldier background is far more fitting than the cloistered scholar one. Most of my reasoning stays the same. Her being a heartrender really impacts what classes/subclasses she would fit into. For example, she is a way of mercy monk because the abilities of the way of mercy, particularly the dual hands of harm and hands of healing parallel her heartrendering abilities. She can use her manipulation of the human body to do both great harm and great good, just like a way of mercy monk can. In general monk is a very fitting class for her because most monks come from a specific monastery where they likely grew up and learned. It’s not the same, but her situation being raised in the little palace parallels this quintessential part of the monk class. After taking parem though, she multiclasses. Her abilities were a threat before, but they were controlled. Parem not only makes her even more of a threat, but it gives her abilities a more terrifying and feral, for lack of a better term, quality. Heartrending, especially after parem parallels the abilities of a blood hunter incredibly well. Both are based in fucking with the body, and lends the user and ability to manipulate a creature’s most basic functions. After (and when I say after, I'm typically including when she was on it as well. As in after she took it) parem her abilities start to come with a drastic cost. To use your abilities as a blood hunter, particularly to push them further and therefore make them stronger/more effective, you take damage yourself, and not necessarily a small amount either. Not only does Nina’s abilities take a greater toll on her after parem, but while she’s on it she’s wasting away even if she’s getting this incredible boost in her powers. Blood hunters are known to take on aspects of what they hunt, almost becoming the monster in order to successfully hunt the monster. For her, following parem she becomes monstrous in her abilities, though that also makes her much better at them. As for the ghostslayer subclass there are several reasons: it’s age as an order and the type of creatures the order focuses on. Nina’s abilities are still her own, but they’re bastardized and warped because of parem. Again though, they’re still fundamentally her initial abilities, which she developed as a part of a long line of grisha. The order of the ghostslayer is the oldest blood hunter order. The ages parallel each other, as well as though the order has a lengthy history, one doesn’t become a blood hunter until later in life, after something horrific drives them to it. This is just like how parem drove Nina, later in life to her new abilities. Ghostslayers also primarily hunt the undead. Nina’s new abilities allow her to manipulate the dead, so there’s another connection in the focus of abilities. I changed her background because she is a very active extroverted character, not the type you’d see huddled away doing research. Her dream was to be in the field, it’s what her entire childhood culminated in. Yes she was cloistered away in the little palace, but it was learning how to be a soldier, so she can have that leeway and take the soldier background.

Kuwei Yul-Bo: Pyromancy Sorcerer with the Inheritor background He stays the same because I have not remembered anything new between that initial post and now. His abilities are his father’s every relevant part of him he inherited. And he has that vague relation to fire that I cannot remember the context for for the life of me lol.

#long post #six of crows #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #matthais helvar #nina zenik #wylan van eck #kuwei yul bo #dnd

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swanimagines · 7 months

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hi jenni! thank you so much for all of your writing, it's so good! i would love it if i could please get a romantic self ship for a drabble or oneshot, whatever your preference, with cato from the hunger games?

my name is lisa and i go by she/her pronouns! i have medium brown hair that goes a little bit past my shoulders, light brown eyes, and dark eyelashes. i am an entj because i get very focused on school/making sure i put 100% into any task in front of me. i paint, draw, spend a lot of time outdoors, write, and am social on varying degrees- i talk too much with people i know but not a whole lot with strangers. i think i'd consider myself to be ambitious, too. i pride myself on getting to know people well enough that i know how to phrase the smallest sentence so that it'll make them laugh.

a few things i cannot stand: people who send me writing requests with literally nothing to go off of (your remark about people sometimes treating writers like a machine is so on point!), slow walkers, people who litter, and arugula. why is it in salads there's no point??

ok i think that was a little too much lol but i can't wait!! thank you again! 🥰

(Ships are closed and it's unlikely I will ever do them again especially now when I'm no longer a Tumblr writer, this event was held only for my friends in December 2021)

I read this over a few times during writing (SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ARGH, I'm finally doing these as I'm preparing to wrap things up) and ALWAYS read "arugula" as "tarantula" and I was where the fuck do you live if tarantula salads are a common thing 😅 But I've heard many people don't like it, there's this 50's American diner styled restaurant in our northern neighboring city, and they put aragula in a lot of dishes, like on top of a nacho platter if you order it as a main course, I don't mind it but I understand why many do. Our cook here often puts nettle leaves in salads during summers, some of my Tumblr friends have been horrified by it before 😂

Also, I wanted to spend a moment to tell you how you're one of those people who kept me standing when I felt like I want to quit because of trolls and hate I got, or when things first started going south. You're an amazing person Lisa, and I'm sad to know that my time in the community might start to be up because it means I have to leave so many amazing people behind, like you. I have felt like this for a long time, over a year already, with some moments where I feel like I don't want to leave because accepting that I have to leave people behind hurts so much, to get rid of bad leaves I have to cut out some good leaves too. But during the time when I was part of the community, you were one of those people who grew to be important to me, whose comments I cherished, who I loved interacting with. I miss that time and I know I will miss it 5 years from now, when everything was still well. You will stay in my memories as one of those who supported me when I was feeling grim or like I can't write. Your comments were often simple and you didn't even say anything about the quality of my writing, like you commented "when will this be me? that's the goal babes." into one of my Kaz fics, and they still made me smile and feel good about myself and my writing/my effort to make people smile with my content. I do miss the interaction and the little community we had all that time ago, every time I publish something in AO3.

I hope you will stay in this community for a long time or if you ever decide to leave, you won't deactivate. I will surely visit your blog time to time, just to remember you, even if I won't be logged in. Reading our old asks and remembering how fun I had interacting with you. Or maybe someday I'll log back in and hit you with a message, who knows. I'll definitely pop by to tell you about meeting Freddy (+ Kit, Amita, Jessie, Archie and Dean) at least when I've come back from London in March and maybe send you pictures and videos from there.

But I want to thank you for being there and being such a good friend, the community is lucky to have you <3

Whoever first thought that the Hunger Games were a good idea to cope with lack of entertainment was a psychopath. Or no, anyone who thought it's good entertainment was a psychopath. Or a sociopath. To have bloodthirsty teenagers run across the forest killing each other was something Lisa had never understood - yet here she was, fighting off a girl who had found the little nest Lisa had built for an hour. She thought she had been good at camouflaging it, and she had maybe been too confident in herself as now she had a spear sticking through the side of her adobmen and a girl straddling her, trying to shove a knife into her throat.

Lisa flailed pathetically and the girl laughed. "You know, it's a pity to kill you. You could have become a famous author."

Splendid, one of Lisa's readers was about to kill her.

"It's a pity you will never read them once I do," Lisa hissed back and managed to kick the girl before scrambling backward, jerking her own knife out of her bag and throwing the cover aside. The girl rolled back before locking eyes with Lisa again. She eyed her own knife for a moment, and then at Lisa's knife. They both stood there for a moment, ready to fight, but then the girl lowered her knife. She clenched her jaw.

"You're lucky my knife isn't sharp enough to kill you at one go. I was unlucky when picking weapons. I mean, you'd think they provided us with new, sharpened ones," she said quietly and her eyes flickered at the spear sticking out on Lisa's side. "But if I'm lucky, that will kill you. Maybe maggots will nest there and you die by infection."

She took some steps backward, and then turned away, running into the night. Lisa groaned as the adrenaline started to fade and pain started to kick in.

"Motherfucker..." Lisa mumbled, looking at the spear. It hadn't gone through her, which made her curse even more. She definitely wouldn't be able to push the spear all the way through her body so she'd be able to snap it and pull it out to bandage it. She could try, and risk getting paralyzed in the process. Leaving it there, on the other hand, would lead to an infection. Either way, her game was over.

Lisa scoffed - authors rarely got killed by their readers. Lisa knew it wasn't personal, that girl had likely forced herself to be cold towards others for survival. She likely had a loving family, friends who prayed she'd make it home, that she'd win the Games. She did it for them. But the spear still didn't hurt any less.

Then, Lisa heard steps approaching her little tent. Rustle as a pair of feet hit the leaf-covered forest floor. She didn't even try to hide, if it was someone, they would likely be able to kill her in a heartbeat. So she waited, a moment, two. A shadow appeared to the doorway, and a figure crouched.

"Well, well, well. Someone else got the cutie before I could?" a voice said, that arrogant voice belonging to a guy Lisa had sparred with before the Games. They had had a flirting session, which felt kind of awkward now - she had called him cute too, and he had gotten visibly flustered.

"Cato," Lisa greeted the boy, rolling her eyes as he invited himself to step into Lisa's space. "Please, come in."

Cato's eyes flickered from her to her makeshift bed, to a few weapons Lisa had acquired. "Nice place. Nicer than mine, at least."

Lisa cocked an eyebrow. "I thought you formed a gang of some kind, where did you leave them?"

Cato sighed and scoffed. "Sleeping. I heard a noise coming from here and wanted to come and see what's happening and if I can join the fun."

Lisa looked at her wound and shrugged. "Well, my game is over. So, if you want to put me out of my misery..."

Cato scoffed, taking a hold of the spear and Lisa hissed at the feeling. "I did say that I wouldn't want a cutie like you dying among the first ones."

Then, a sickening crunch was heard and Lisa cried out, feeling blood gushing out of her backside. She felt some pressure a moment longer, before she saw Cato holding some bloody stick in his hand. It took her a moment to realise that the spear had disappeared, but blood was now gushing out of her adobmen. She quickly took a roll of bandage and started unwrapping it and wrapped it around herself and securing it with a pin.

She then looked up at Cato, searching his face. "You saved me."

Cato smirked, tucking a strand of Lisa's hair behind her ear. "Hunger Games is about dying in a fight. Someone has to see the life disappearing from your eyes as they twist a knife into your heart. It isn't entertainment if we all die by infections."

Lisa narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact how tenderly he just touched her. "So you accept it as a form of entertainment?"

Cato hummed. "It's not like we have a choice. We are their entertainment, whether we want it or not. They're watching us right now, speculating if we'll be the tragic love story this season."

Lisa almost choked in her spit. "Love story? Us?"

Cato licked his lips, his smirk still on his face. "I just saved your life. We sit here peacefully, we aren't threatening each other. They probably think we're about to marry each other by now."

Lisa raised her eyebrows at him again, but then scooted away from him. "Well, when we meet the next time, those speculations will die."

Cato shrugged, standing up and started to back away towards the doorway. "Or then they won't. See, I'm not planning to be the one who kills you, unless you try to kill me."

With that, he disappeared into the night, leaving Lisa wondering what would happen within the next days - if Cato really meant what he said or if he just tried to manipulate her. If he was just trying to get close to strike when she least expected it.

But, a voice in her head said, maybe he was being genuine. Did Lisa's little flirting with him really do that, him going almost soft? What would happen if only the two of them would be left standing, would he kill her then? Or did he think she gets killed without it being him?

Lisa reclined on her makeshift bed, staring at the roof for a moment longer before letting herself to have a moment of rest before the next day - maybe she'd attempt to find Cato and manage to clear things some more.

#jen's 2k ships #2k celebration

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tired-truffle · 5 months

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The Art of Pointed Questions

A DamienxAmma Fic

Word Count: 2.6k

Part 1/1 - Complete

Based off the prompt from tumblr user @creativepromptsforwriting

P.S.: If you haven’t read this series but you like my other fics, i highly recommend reading Villains and Virtues by A.K. Caggiano, its literal gold 💯

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“Have you ever had a friendship bracelet?”

The ridiculousness of that question echoed across the rocky walls surrounding their path as it wound through a small craig. It wasn’t the first absurd question that Amma had asked in their seemingly never-ending journey toward Faebarrow, but this one had to be one of the most egregious of them all.

Had Damien Maleficus Bloodthrone, Son of Zagadoth the Tempestuous, Ninth Lord of the Infernal Darkness and Abyssal Tyrant of the Sanguine Throne, ever had a friendship bracelet?

The better question would be if he’d had any friends at all, to which the answer would be a resounding no. He was evil, evil beings did not have such childish things as friends.

Damien didn’t justify the question with an answer, instead, he let out an exasperated sigh and debated using the talisman’s power to get her to stop talking - It seemed he was debating this almost every minute he let her have free reign of her own speech.

Kaz had scrambled off somewhere a half hour ago and had yet to come back, however Damien could sense his presence skulking behind them. He’d been keeping Amma busy chatting, though it had been more Amma chatting at him and Katz shooting back cruel names and annoyed looks. Even the imp couldn’t withstand this torture forever and had fled in a burst of rage. This had left Amma with a new target who was less eager than Kaz to leave Amma behind just to avoid her inane questions - he couldn’t leave the talisman unattended, could he? - hence his constant debate on ordering her to shut her mouth. He’d done worse to people for less heinous acts, surely this wasn’t unreasonable.

“I know you heard me, Damien, don’t pretend you’re too dark and broody for a friendship bracelet” Damien could hear the eye roll in her voice and he stifled back an irritated growl. “You were a kid at some point, right? Kids give each other friendship bracelets, half-demon or not. I bet you were just like all the other kids, playing with your toys and frolicking in the streets or whatever it is kids do in creepy villages.” Amma giggled, apparently, the image of a tiny Damien, pout on his face as he skipped around was too much for her to contain herself.

“I am evil, Amma. Evil people do not frolic, no matter their age.” Damien shot her a withering look. But like a fool, he’d fallen for her bait, and he watched as a wide smirk pulled at her round cheeks. Not wanting to admit to having been beaten, he said “Sanguinisui, do not talk until we reach our camp tonight.” Amma’s mouth clicked shut as her teeth clacked together, she’d been about to gloat and Damien had managed to catch her before she could, thank the hells.

She narrowed her eyes at him, clearly irritated, making his smug grin grow wider. She gestured to the surrounding forest before putting her hands to her throat and making a strangled sound, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth comically. He supposed he couldn’t blame her after the last time they’d been attacked and she’d been unable to make a noise because of his orders. Somewhere behind them, Damien heard Kaz make a wretching sound.

Damien rolled his eyes before adding, “Sanguinisui, you may only ignore that last order if you are in danger.”

Satisfied that she wasn’t at imminent risk, Damien turned away from her, clicking his heels against his ‘horse’ to spurn it on faster. The last thing he needed was to look back at where she sat dejected and fuming, he didn’t want to feel any sort of pity for her, like how he’d feel pity for a weak little kitten caught out in the rain. He had other more important things on his mind, like getting his father out of the crystal, his main objective. He didn’t have the time to spare her any pity.

The peace and quiet that had accompanied his order had been truly blissful for about thirty seconds before Kaz took it upon himself to sit behind Damien - now that Amma couldn’t speak to him - and glare at her, making rude gestures along with some snide remarks. Amma had then taken it upon herself to pull stones out of the bottom of her boots and chuck them as hard as she could at Kaz’s impudent face. Unfortunately for Damien, said face was right behind his back, and Amma’s aim was by no means her best ability, and she ended up mostly pelting Damien with the pebbles. When one had the audacity to bounce off his head, the scathing glare he shot her way had been enough to make her rethink her actions. Perhaps throwing stones at the man who was in charge of all your actions and would soon be killing you, wasn’t the wisest course of action, unless you were trying to speed up that death.

By the time they made camp, Damien was in an even fouler mood than he had been after seeing Xavier, which was saying something since that lecherous blood mage never failed to make his blood boil. Damien spat out his usual commands to Amma, told Kaz to guard her, and trekked off into the woods to find them some dinner. Surely killing something would make him feel better.

Kaz took that as his opportunity to discipline Amma himself, “How dare you anger Master Bloodthrone, he does not have time for your petty grievances, you are his captive.” and for good measure “Whore.”

Damien didn’t bother listening to Amma’s indignant response, he’d heard enough of their banter to know what she’d say, and he was sure it would only serve to piss him off further.

By the time he returned to camp an hour later, a small hare in hand and feeling much calmer after releasing his magic on some unsuspecting trees, he was feeling much more collected.

Amma had her back to him, facing the small fire she’d built and was hopelessly trying to start by spinning a stick in between her hands on top of another slightly larger stick.

“That won’t work,” Damien said in lieu of a greeting.

Amma yelped in surprise and spun around, having been so focused on her task that she hadn’t heard the crunch of dead leaves under his heavy boots when he’d walked up behind her.

Damien smirked, good, scaring unsuspecting innocent girls was something evil people did, evil like Damien.

“You don’t have to startle me, you know, I was only trying to help.” Amma dropped her sticks, pink creeping up her neck in embarrassment.

Damien shrugged and quickly lit the fire with his magic.

“Showoff,” Amma muttered under her breath, crossing her arms across her chest. Kaz cracked an eye from where he was resting on a rock, satisfied that Amma looked dejected, he closed his eyes again.

Amma turned away from the fire, picking at the long grass and small wildflowers that were bordering the little clearing they’d found. Damien quickly set to work preparing their dinner, and by the time it was cooked and devoured by all participants, it was time for bed.

Damien gave Amma her nightly commands, - sit, stay, play nice - and settled down to sleep, turning away from where she sat, staring off into the dark woods, fiddling with grass in her hands. If she didn’t want to sleep, that was on her, but she better not be cranky tomorrow. He didn’t know how he would cope with more irritation after today, he had his limits, and Amma being here was already pushing it. She’d already steered his evil plan of course, he now had to go to Faebarrow to get the amulet out of her so he didn’t have to kill her. It was out of pity of course, like that cat stuck in the rain, he wasn’t evil enough to push it under a carriage wheel, even if it would end its suffering.

And if his dreams were filled with horrible images of a lost blonde cat, shivering in the rain, no one had to know but him.

***

When Damien woke up, the first thing he noticed was that Amma was not where he’d left her sulking by the fire. The second was that said sulker was no longer looking so miserable and had moved to hover over the small sleeping form of their resident imp.

“Do I want to know what you’re doing?” Damien asked, rolling to his side and propping himself up on his elbow, swiping a hand down his face. It was much too early to be dealing with this, but the sooner he got whatever ridiculousness was going on out of the way, the better the rest of his day would be.

Amma whirled around, eyes widened in surprise and hands clasped guiltily in front of her chest, pulling Damien’s eyes to the ample cleavage her shirt did very little to cover. He quickly looked back up to her face, pleased to see she showed no indication that she’d seen his brief lapse of control of his gaze. “Have you finally smothered him in his sleep like he deserves?”

Amma squawked indignantly, “Of course not!”

Damien shrugged, sitting up and stretching his arms out from the little aches and pains he’d gained from their sleep on the hard, unforgiving ground.

“That’s too bad.”

“Damien!” Amma hissed, “Don’t be so mean to him, look how cute he is when he’s sleeping.”

Cute wouldn’t be how Damien would describe Kaz, his protruding lower jaw wide open, drooling into the rock he’d made into a pillow, his spindly body spread out haphazardly. In a way, he looked almost dead, if it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest. Damien could see how he could look peaceful, but cute felt like a bit of a stretch. Damien had prepared a retort when a small band of green and white caught his eye, pulling his gaze toward the imp’s wrist. He rubbed his eyes to ensure he was seeing correctly, and when he looked again he saw that the small band was still there. It was made of thick grass interwoven with small white flowers into a delicate braid pattern and tied in a neat bow.

Damien looked between the bracelet and Amma, his eyebrow raised.

“I think it suits him.” Amma said, crossing her arms across her chest defensively, “And I’m very good at making friendship bracelets.”

Damien felt a headache coming on, he thought they’d left this conversation yesterday, “Imps don’t have friends.”

“They do now.”

Stubborn as ever, Amma refused to relent, and Damien no longer knew why he even bothered arguing about this. Kaz would wake up, tear off the offending item, and call her some rude names, to which she would insist he keep the bracelet and be unnecessarily kind to the hateful creature.

And Damien had to pee, something he had no plans of putting off for a pointless argument.

He stood up, brushing off his clothes as he popped the joints in his knees. As he looked down, feeling an unfamiliar object moving on his wrist with his movements, he felt anger build in his chest before he laid eyes on the object. He already knew what it was.

“We aren’t friends either,” Damien growled, eyes flashing as he looked at where Amma stood, a sly smile on her face. It was unnerving that she’d been able to get the bracelet on his wrist whilst he slept without him noticing, and he would have to add a new line to her commands about not touching him when he was unconcious. However, this grass and flower bracelet was somehow entirely black, blending in with his black sleeves.

“I even covered it in ashes so it would match your moody aesthetic.” Amma flicked her fingers at him and he felt an indignant jolt run through his chest. He wasn’t moody, though arguing that point would not help his case. Though he couldn’t help but feel that it was also strangely…. Thoughtful, that she would take into account his preference of colour, or lack thereof.

He grunted, unable to come up with a proper retort so early in the morning he turned quickly on his heels to march towards the forest.

“I’m not keeping it.” He called, not bothering to face her as he lifted his arm up and yanked the bracelet off so the bow came apart, ripping slightly as it did.

“No!” Amma’s disappointment was clear in her tone and Damien ignored the tug in his gut from some stupid emotion he didn’t bother putting a name to - likely pity, that was about all his evil heart was capable of in this situation, or so he told himself - and he continued his journey to find some quiet and private place to pee. It shouldn’t have been as difficult a task as it had been.

“Fine, be a miserable loner then!” She yelled after him.

“I’m evil, Amma, evil people don’t have friends, and they certainly don’t wear friendship bracelets.” Damien drawled, grinning to himself, “Right, Kaz?” He lifted his voice so the imp could hear him. If he hadn’t been evil he would have felt bad about sicking the imp on her, who at Damien’s call, realized what Amma had bestowed upon him, and was reacting just as he had expected.

Damien chuckled, revenge felt good, these were the consequences of her actions. Including him throwing that damned bracelet away and never looking back.

He twirled the bracelet between his fingers, the ash rubbing off as he did so. It was strange that she’d gone through so much effort to give him something she knew he wouldn’t like. The son of a Demon Lord wearing a friendship bracelet, how absolutely ludicrous. It would get him laughed out of Yvlcon, and he could only imagine what his father would say should he show up to free him from the crystal with an ash-covered, grass and flower braid around his wrist.

He went to toss it into a bush, but at the last second, he hesitated. He couldn’t name what had stopped him, but the image of Amma, eyes wide and glistening with tears over all her hard work going to waste, of him rejecting the gift… it made him seethe quietly, but at the same time, he found himself unable to let go of the bracelet.

Resisting the urge to stomp childishly, he shoved the bracelet into his pocket. With any luck he’d forget about it and it would become crumpled beyond repair, and at last, he could part with it, if it didn’t turn to dust first.

It would serve as a reminder that he didn’t need such things, that they weren’t for people like him. Bad people don’t deserve nice things. But if he kept it in his pocket, if he ruined such a nice gift, then maybe he could keep it, if only as a show of how evil he truly was, to hurt someone who had only tried to be kind.

He didn't have friends, nor would he ever, no matter how hard Amma tried, he was sure that he would be a ‘miserable loner’ for the rest of his life. It was his fate, no friendship bracelets would ever change that.

Damien shook himself, he should really be more concerned that that thought upset him, but as he listened to the sounds of Kaz and Amma bickering, he couldn’t help but feel a warmth light somewhere within the deep, dark recesses of his heart.

That damn girl and her damn kindness, surely it would be the death of him. He wasn’t sure what was worse, that his tombstone may read ‘Damien Maleficus Bloodthorne, Killed by Kindness” or that he wasn’t sure he would mind it, as long as it was Amma, with her bright smile and even brighter laugh, who did it.

A/N: I adore this series and it needs so much more hype!! Its literally the funniest and the cutest and had me giggling and kicking my feet???? Irl??? Wild.

Brb gonna go consume everything this author has ever written ✌️

#villains and virtues #damienxamma #damien maleficus bloodthorne #baroness Ammalie Avington #enemies to lovers #literally the best book series ever #tumblr prompt #throne in the dark #Kaz #drabble #silly #beginning of feelings #falling in love #a k caggiano

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heliads · 2 years

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sorry my request didn’t finish 😂 where the reader is kaz’s sister and secretly dating jesper and kaz finds out and gets mad or something

thank you!

jesper my FAVE

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No one ever gets away with keeping a secret from Kaz Brekker. That being said, you wouldn’t mind if you could manage it just the once.

You’re standing on the outskirts of the main gambling floor in the Crow Club, watching dozens of pigeons and risk takers try to jeopardize their life savings for a chance to win even more. You’ve been assigned to monitor the tables for fraud, but instead you’re monitoring the tall boy talking in a group of other gamblers, the one who keeps his fingers casually pressed against the pearl handles of his revolvers whenever the noise gets a little loud.

You can’t seem to convince yourself to look away from Jesper Fahey, whether that’s while you’re running for your life in a heist or in the Slat or now, staring after him hopelessly like a kid stuck on a dream. You just can’t help it, can you? Feeling something like this is incredible. Maybe you like picturing what you could have had if you weren’t living a life like yours, if you had the ability to go around setting your heart on boys you could never have.

If your brother wasn’t Kaz Brekker, if you hadn’t killed more boys than you’ve kissed. If you were someone Jesper could truly love.

But you’re not. You know the truth of it, but the truth is altogether impossible to accept, so you let yourself forget it for a while. You watch Jesper from corners and alleys, you laugh at his jokes, you save him when he gets himself in a bit too much of a firefight. What you have is good, and so long as you don’t think about it too hard, it almost doesn’t hurt.

A moment later, you realize that you’re not alone. You glance cautiously to your left, and try not to startle when you realize that a girl is standing beside you, half invisible in the shadows of the hall.

“Saints, Inej, are you trying to kill me?”

Inej smirks. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.”

You roll your eyes. “Always the drama. You could have just said you were there, you know.”

Inej folds her arms across her chest, staring out over the floor of the Crow Club. “There’s no fun in that. Nothing like you seem to enjoy, anyway. How long have you been staring at Jesper, out of curiosity?”

You straighten up, calling up your best image of innocence. “Oh? I’ve been monitoring the gamblers. I suppose Jesper is there too, now that you mention it.”

Inej raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’ve been smiling to yourself, and you look too much like Kaz for that expression to be natural.”

You give her a look. “Kaz smiles when he’s surrounded by kruge in stacks tall enough to block out the sun. I smile when I’m on the job, because I’m respectful, responsible, and-”

Inej cuts you off. “Crushing on Jesper?”

She holds up a hand at your look of protest. “You don’t have to deny it, I know it’s true. Luckily for you, I think you’ve got a shot.”

You chuckle. “Well, thanks for believing in me. It means a lot.”

Inej inclines her head gravely. “It should.”

She disappears around the corner, but you swear that she nods her head once in Jesper’s direction before she goes, as if she’s just confirmed a rather pressing piece of information. Before you have time to think on it, though, you notice that Jesper has stood up from his crowd of friends, slipping from their company like a dagger from a sheath.

He wends his way through the gambling tables until he’s standing in front of you, paying no mind to the click of tokens or the whir of Makker’s Wheel.

Jesper’s eyes are alight in the dim glow of the club. “I see you’ve been sent to join me in guarding the tables. Kaz must be apprehensive.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “Kaz is always apprehensive. He’s Kaz.”

Jesper hums in agreement. “Well, I’m certainly grateful for it. I always appreciate a pretty face, and I happen to believe that you have the prettiest one here.”

He’s raised his hand so his knuckles graze your face just so slightly, and although it makes your heart pound in your chest, you do your best to ignore it. “Wait a few moments, I’m sure you’ll see your share of pretty faces.”

Jesper sighs dramatically. “Must you always interrupt me? You make it dreadfully difficult to pay a compliment. It’s like you don’t believe me.”

You scoff quietly. “I don’t. You flirt with anyone who walks near you.”

Jesper looks like he wants to protest, but one look from you and he’s falling silent on that part. “Alright, maybe I have a few bad habits, but I do mean it with you. Honest.”

There’s an odd truth in his eyes, and something tells you that he isn’t just saying this to pass a dull evening. “Why are you saying this now?”

Jesper shrugs, the movement a little too smooth in the shoulders to be real. “Figured I should say something before it was too late. Besides, Kaz is out of the building for the next hour or so, which gives me the perfect window to tell you how I feel without him trying to club me in the head.”

You laugh, and Jesper straightens in relief. “How do you feel, then? Say the full thing, if you’ve got the safety of it.”

Jesper clears his throat gravely, eliciting another laugh from you. “I, Jesper Fahey, the best shot in this side of the city, have found myself madly set on Y/N Brekker. I would hope that she feels the same way, but-”

You interrupt him by pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I do.”

Jesper’s grin is dazzling, even in the semidarkness of the club. “Consider me relieved.”

Thus sets in motion one of the best crimes of your life, and it all has to do with Jesper. Saints, you love him. He makes you feel alive, and in this half-drowned city, that’s worth a fortune. You grow used to the feeling of his fingers threading through yours, the exact sound of his breath in your ear when you hold him close. It all makes sense. All the same, you can’t help but feel a slight tinge of unease whenever you sneak out to kiss Jesper every night.

No one ever gets away with keeping a secret from Kaz Brekker. That being said, you wouldn’t mind if you could manage it just the once.

You don’t even have to talk to your brother to know how he would feel about you dating one of his Dregs. A couple of years ago, one of the newer gang members had the audacity to wink at you across a crowded room when he thought Kaz wasn’t looking. When your brother finally finished having a friendly chat with the guy, the head of his crow’s head cane was spattered with something dark and you never saw the boy again.

Needless to say, dating Jesper is something that has to stay a secret. You have no other option- you prefer your boyfriend with both his eyes and all his ribs intact, and Jesper would like to stay that way. If there’s anything the two of you can do, it’s find a way to sneak around the shadows of the Barrel to get what you want, especially if it’s each other. There is a certain rush in escaping notice, of kisses in empty corners and the brush of hands when you walk by him.

However, you can’t seem to swallow back the stress as easily as a glass of lager on a cold night, and this sort of liquor doesn’t burn but bleeds when it crosses your lips. Kaz knows everything, it’s how he stays alive. Every couple of weeks, some sort of Kerch fool thinks he can hoodwink the Bastard of the Barrel, and no matter how many perfectly-crafted lies he tells, Kaz always figures it out.

How, then, could you possibly keep something like your relationship with Jesper a secret? Even after growing used to what moonlight looks like on Jesper’s eyes, what patterns the shadows paint on his skin, there’s always a thought lurking in the back of your mind that your brother will find out at some point.

And, approximately three weeks and four days later, he does.

No one ever gets away with keeping a secret from Kaz Brekker. That being said, you wish you could have managed it just the once.

Kaz stands in his office, pacing back and forth behind his desk, unable to remain still long enough to take a seat. You and Jesper stand side by side across the room, close enough that you can see Jesper’s fingers keep twitching towards you like he wants nothing more than to take your hand. Neither of you move, though. Interlacing your fingers at a moment like this would be like digging your own grave.

At last, Kaz speaks, his voice quiet but cold. “Why did you think you could keep something like this from me? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

Jesper answers before you. “We knew you would find out at some point, but we knew it was worth the risk.”

That’s the honest truth. Love above all else, that’s how it was. Even the threat of Kaz’s vengeance wasn’t enough to separate the two of you.

Kaz scoffs. “How wonderful. You think you can have a happy moment in the Barrel? You think you can have a clandestine romance in the middle of my gang?”

Your gaze sharpens, narrowing at your brother. “We knew that we wanted to see each other. You can send us to our deaths, tell us to rob and kill and we will, but you can’t control this part of our lives.”

Kaz arches a brow. “Actually, I can. As long as you’re on my payroll, as long as you’re my sister and my sharpshooter, I can. I can do that for anyone here, and I do.”

A realization dawns upon you. “Inej told you, didn’t she?”

Kaz doesn’t have to answer; you know from the look in his eyes when you say Inej’s name what happened.

Jesper stiffens at the betrayal. “Then you know everything. You know we won’t be intimidated out of leaving each other.”

He’s not wrong. If Inej picked up on anything, it’s that you would go to the depths of darkness for Jesper, just to see him waiting there for you.

Kaz’s fingers clench around his cane. “I know what I want to know. I’m going to give you a warning, and that’s that. No more of this.”

You want to argue, but your brother turns his back to you and you know that this meeting is over. Jesper’s hand is on your arm, silently guiding you out. Neither of you say a word until you’re stepping down the stairs and into Jesper’s room. It’s a risk to go to his place immediately after what you just witnessed, but you don’t want to leave him just yet.

The anger is starting to creep in now, bit by bit. How dare Kaz try and control you like this? How dare Inej act like your friend and report everything back to Kaz as if this were nothing more than a job?

Jesper’s pulling a chair up, urging you to sit down. “It’s alright, love. We’ll find a way out of this, we always do.”

You sigh, rubbing your hand absentmindedly over your face. “I just can’t stand it. Kaz and Inej act like the kings and queens, all above the rest of us. When you first told me you loved me, we were both ordered to that one position by Kaz, and Inej was the one to encourage us to get together. They’re trading moves to see what will happen, and we’re just the pawns going along with it.”

Jesper reaches out to take your hand, rubbing circles into your skin. “You know what I like best about us? Even when the world tries to make us feel like nothing, you never took no for an answer. You’ve already laid claim to my heart, my queen of hearts, and even if Kaz is fighting against us, we’ll keep fighting back. I’m not leaving you just because your brother wants to exert control.”

You smile at last, leaning into his touch. “I’m not leaving you either.”

You don’t know how long it’s going to take to convince Kaz of this truth, if he doesn’t know it already. What you do know is you, and Jesper, the ring of light from the oil lamp hanging overhead that casts the two of you in golden light. You don’t need your brother’s approval, you don’t need Inej’s best attempts at shaping you into someone you’re not. All you need is Jesper, and you have him here with you already.

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goldengoddess · 3 years

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you’re my home - kaz brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x heartrenderi!reader

request: hi!can i request a kaz brekker x reader where they were childhood friends but she had to leave because she was a grisha, and later at the fete they see each other again and she ends up helping the crows?thank you!!have a great day!

a/n: hey i hope this is what you like! i based it more off the show and just switched things around,,,, this is absolutely cheesy and i hate it and i didn’t know how to end it pls forgive me omg

warnings: normal heist stuff, like one curse word?

kaz brekker had changed since the last time you saw him.

to start, he was taller. he’d grown at least two feet. he’d also grown into himself, he didn’t look like the lanky boy that you had once pulled out of the garbage can that one time. and he had a noticeable limp, something that he hadn’t had when the two of you had last talked. his clothes were different too, he was wearing a little palace guards uniform.

but you knew who he was anyways.

his voice was the same, the same comforting sound that invaded your dreams on a good night and had you screaming on a bad night. when you heard him whispering you whipped your head around in panic. he was leaning down talking to suli girl in hushed and angry tones.

when had he become a palace guard? you wondered to yourself, how hadn’t you noticed before? why was he in ravka of all places?

a silly thought came into your head, was he looking for you?

but you pushed the thought away, moving close enough to listen but not to get caught.

“take your position�� you heard him say to the girl, also in guards uniform.

she moved away silently, too silently.

kaz straightened himself and surely enough turned his head in your direction.

his eyes were also the same. they were the same color the same look. but they were hardened and cold. the eyes of a boy who had done everything too survive. even the things that he didn’t want to do.

his face was shocked for only a fraction of a second before he regained his composure and faced the rest of the room. standing straight and poised like any of the other palace guards.

had he not recognized you? no, that couldn’t be it. the two of you had grown up together, yes you had changed but not enough that he wouldn’t know who you were. maybe he resented you. for leaving. for being grisha. for having been taken away and saved from the streets of ketterdam unlike him.

you remembered the day they had taken you away.

you and kaz were huddled in the corner of the room away from the rest of the kids your age.

the two of you were been inseparable. stuck together like glue, everyone said.

both of you worked the shitty jobs in the barrel. the ones no one else wanted to do. you ran around the streets delivering packages and messages. you would clean up anything that needed cleaning. the two of you were survivors.

kaz never talked about his brother or how he’d ended up working the streets like this, but you knew, even then as a little kid, you were all he had.

but nothing good ever lasted for little kaz brekker.

when the grisha examiners landed in the harbor of the city, all of the children running around making trouble on the street were forced to get tested.

you and kaz weren’t any different.

you tried to hold onto him as the adults gripped to your arm, testing your for abilities in the small science. when they determined that you were grisha, and promised you a wonderful life at the little palace, they had to rip you from kaz’s arms.

the both of you were wailing and protesting, saying that you wouldn't go anywhere without the other. but eventually the fight left you and you let them drag you away from your only family to a country you didn’t know

you snapped back to the reality of the party going on around you. kaz still looked stoic and unphased a few feet away from you, as if your presence didn’t affect him at all.

but his presence affected you tremendously.

you had whined and cried when you first made it to the palace but you had loved your life here. being surrounded by other grisha, other heartrenderers. people who could do the same things as you. understood the need to use your powers. and you couldn’t deny how comforting it had been to settle into a life where you didn’t have to worry about whether you could make enough money to eat.

you thought of kaz all the time. you thought of everything you had left behind but the only thing that had really mattered to you in that horrible place was kaz. you wondered what had become of the young boy you knew in the years since you had seen him.

just as you were about to make a move to talk to him, two squallers were storming in the direction of kaz and the silent girl he had been talking too before.

the two of them shared a look and started walking in opposite directions. kaz walked past you, sparing you the fastest look ever. a look no one else would have even noticed. but you did because kaz brekker, your child hood best friend was finally in front of you.

the hurried and suspicious steps of your fellow grisha, set off an alarm in your head. even when the two fo you were little, kaz was good at getting out of sticky situations. he has a gift for scheming and the sleight of hand.

he was here on a job, you concluded.

you waited a few seconds and then snuck away, following kaz out of the room where the main events of the fete were taking place.

you walked in just in time to see the inferni make a move to attack kaz. you raised your arms and the grisha dropped like a stone. kaz turned around in a fighting stance and froze when he saw you. he kept his hands in fists, as if he was waiting for you to attack him too.

you dropped you hands, “what are you doing here kaz?”

he dropped his hands as well but you could tell he was still on guard and looking for a way to leave the room.

"i don't have to explain myself to you” he all but growled at you.

you stepped away from him, like his words had physically wounded you.

he seemed to regret the words and took a couple of steps closer to you.

“i’m here on a job and i really need to go find my team so if you’ll excuse me” he tried to move to the door that was behind you.

“let me help” you said, almost desperate. he had just come back into your life, and yes it seemed like he resented you but you couldn’t let him go just yet.

he looked at you skeptically but nodded his head, “i need to get to the courtyards with the carriages. can you take me there.”

you nodded and started leading the way. you turned through many different hallways, moving up and downstairs. every now and then you held up a hand for kaz to stop, as you listened for a heartbeat nearby.

“you’re good at that” he mumbled, gesturing towards your heartrender movements.

you nodded your head, a shy smile. “yeah i’ve had a lot of practice here.”

his face turned gloomy at that and you realized you had said the wrong thing. “yeah. i know” he said curtly.

you stopped for a minute, turning to look at kaz in the dimly lit hallway.

“i’m sorry i left okay? i know it hurt you, i can only imagine how much it must have sucked. it was horrible here at first, i missed you every day. but i will not apologize for enjoying myself here and taking advantage of what i was taught. i like it here. i have friends, and a life, and im good at what i do and i will not allow you to make me feel bad about that.” you said all in one breath.

kaz didn’t say anything, choosing to look down at the floor instead of you.

you sighed and took a step closer to him, you noticed he still wore the black gloves similar to the first pair that you had stolen for him when you two were younger.

“kaz,” you said, your voice shaking, “i missed you so much. i still miss you and you’re standing right in front of me. i get why you hate me but i really don’t want you to. so that’s why i’m helping you, that’s why i’m going to get you out of here without getting caught.”

you turned on your heel, prepared to continue to lead him away. but before you could get away he grabbed your hand and spun you back around.

he flinched at his own action and let go.

“i don’t hate you y/n. i get why you enjoyed yourself here, this over a life of petty and dangerous crime? of course this is the better opportunity but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt when you left.”

you bit your lip and nodded your head in understanding.

he looked directly into your eyes, “i knew you would be here but i thought, hey what are the chances of actually running into you. having to see you happy and having to live with the fact that i never came to look for you.”

you took a step closer to him, “kaz i don’t blame you for not coming to get me, i wouldn’t have wanted you to anyway.”

he looked at you and for the first time he looked desperate. kaz brekker was never desperate. and if he was, he didn’t show it.

“come home with us” he said.

you raised your eye brows in surprise.

“come home with me” he corrected, looking at the wall to avoid your eyes

it was the same voice he had used all those years ago, when he was begging for you to stay. he wanted to you stay with him. to come home. to go back to the place that had broke kaz and would probably have broken you.

but it was kaz.

but ketterdam wasn’t your home anymore.

kaz had been your home, but was he still?

the two of you stayed silent. there was still so much the two of you needed to say. how you had probably loved him as a kid. how you probably loved him now. how you regretted never writing, never trying. how you missed ketterdam. how this place would be perfect if kaz was here with you. but there wasn’t enough time or courage to say those things.

so instead, you raised your arms in your fighting grisha stance and smiled at him.

“how about we get you out of here first and then we can decide is i become a fugitive of ravka to go play crime boss in ketterdam?” you teased.

he almost gave you a grin and you continued walking, a new found peace settled between the two of you.

kaz brekker in the little palace, who should have thought.

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shslrose · 3 years

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SDR2 Boys React to You Flinching (Part Two)

Hajime, Kazuichi, and Izuru react to you thinking their going to hit you.

Hajime Hinata

Your boyfriend, Hajime Hinata, had visited you at your dorm in the Main Department building at Hope’s Peak Academy. What started out as a casual conversation quickly dissolved into a heated argument when Hajime started talking about how he needed to transfer out of the reserve department.

“Damnit, Y/N!” Hajime cursed. “Why can’t you see how important this is to me?”

“Hajime, please just listen to me,” you begged, trying to get him to see your side. “Talent isn’t everything!”

“That’s easy for you to say!” He exploded. His words increased the tension in the room tenfold, and you had a feeling things were about to get worse from here.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, almost daring him to continue. He held your gaze, refusing to back down. The look in his eyes was so intense, it was almost hard to look at him.

“You’re an Ultimate!” He spat, as though it were an insult. “You have no idea what it’s like, not having talent…!”

You had never heard him this fired up before, and it was starting to worry you. He sounded so… resentful. The intensity of it all almost scared you.

“What, are you jealous of me?” You asked. “Hajime, you need to understand that there are more important things than having an Ultimate talent.”

“I’m not jealous! But you… you don’t even value your talent!” His voice shook as he shouted. “I-It was a dream for me! To have a talent I could take pride in! To walk through Hope’s Peak Academy as an Ultimate! You… don’t deserve to be an Ultimate!”

As he spat those last words, he threw his hand up in frustration. Acting on pure instinct, your entire body tensed and you squeezed your eyes shut in fear.

“Y/N…?” He called out to you. “You..You flinched…? Y/N, I would never-”

“Please…” Your words were so soft, he almost didn’t hear them. “Just go.”

“What?” He sighed. An overwhelming feeling of guilt ran over him as he noticed the tears welling up in your eyes. “I-I can’t just leave you, I mean, you’re crying! I...I made you cry.”

Gently, he wrapped his arms around you. He held you tight as he whispered apologies in your ear.

Kazuichi Soda

When the argument started, you had been spending some time with your boyfriend, Kazuichi, in his room. He been acting so possessive all day, and when you finally asked him what’s wrong, he admitted that he was upset about how much you had been hanging out with a certain classmate of yours.

“Kaz, it’s not a big deal,” you insisted. “Just chill, alright?”

“How can I chill when my girl is spending all her time with some other guy?!” Kazuichi exclaimed, over-enthusiastic as always. “I swear, I’ll put him and his hamsters six feet under!”

“You need to calm down, Kaz.” You said. “Like I said, it’s not a big deal, we’re just friends.”

“Miss Y/N, you just don’t get it!” He said. “He’s a teenage boy, you know!”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You questioned, your face burning at his suggestive words.

“Well… you know… like, when a teenage boy looks at you, he’s only gonna be thinking about one thing!” He said, blushing as he spoke.

“Kazuichi, how can you say that?” You said. “Just because you’re a pervert doesn’t mean Gundham is!”

“H-Hey, why are you defending him?” Kazuichi asked. “I mean, c’mon, do you have a crush on him or something?!”

“You’re being irrational, Kaz.” You insisted. “He and I are just friends!”

“Oh, he’s your friend, is he?” Kazuichi scoffed, as he puffed his chest. “Well then, since the two of you are such good friends, maybe you just date him instead!”

“Fine.” You retorted, fed up with this stupid argument. “Maybe I will.”

You got up and started to storm out of the room. The moment your fingertips grazed the doorknob, you felt your hand get snatched back. Kazuichi let go of your hand as you turned to face him, and you watched as he leaned forward, placing his palm against the door, effectively pinning you against it while making sure it would stay shut.

“Kazuichi?” You gasped.

“Why are you being like this?!” He growled, his jealousy having reached new heights.

“Let me leave!” You yelled, the hint of desperation in your voice left unnoticed. He pulled his hand back off the door, but in your peripheral vision, you could have sworn his hand was going to strike you. Without thinking, you shut your eyes, hard, and let out a soft gasp. Kazuichi watched as you fell back against the door as you flinched.

Kazuichi had never felt more confused in his life. It took him a moment to even register what had happened. His eyes widened when all of the dots finally connected in his mind.

“Miss Y/N...did you think I was going to...ugh, I can’t even say it,” he paused for a moment before continuing. “I’d never hurt you, ever! Ya know that, don’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry, Kaz,” you apologized, but he quickly shook his head.

“No! I’m the one who should apologize, Miss Y/N! I got so worked up, just cause I was feeling jealous… so, it’s my fault! Please, forgive me!”

Kazuichi would continue to apologize, continuously, for the next several hours.

Izuru Kamakura

Your childhood friend, Hajime Hinata, was gone. In his place was someone different, someone whose entire existence confused you.

In a way, he could say the same thing about you. Everything about your existence confused him. Normally, he felt nothing but boredom and indifference. But when he met you for the first time…

“Hajime?!” You exclaimed, partially out of joy to see your old friend and partially out of shock at his appearance.

“No.” The man who stood before you replied calmly. “The one called Hinata Hajime is gone. I am Izuru Kamakura.”

“...huh?” You felt confused as you tried to understand.

“Did you know him?” Izuru asked, but he already knew the answer. He could tell by your tone, the sweetness in your voice as you had called out his old name. There was also the fact that when he looked at you, he felt… something. Something he had never felt before. Something he couldn’t identify. He realised quickly that whatever it was, it must be some leftover remnant of Hajime’s feelings.

This feeling… he thought to himself. I like it.

That was a while ago. You’ve been by his side ever since. He still found you boring, like everything else in this world, but from time to time you managed to surprise him.

Most of the time you spent together was spent in silence. Izuru always seemed to know what you were thinking anyways, so talking was mostly pointless; and whenever the two of you did talk, you were the one who started the conversation. But today, as the two of you walked side by side through the streets of Towa City, he spoke to you.

“Did you love him?” Izuru asked you.

“What?” You could feel his gaze trained on you, observing your every movement as he made deductions in his mind.

“Hajime.” He stated plainly, and for a second you swore you saw a flash of annoyance in his eyes. “Did you love him?”

“Did I...wait, what?” You mumbled, unable to think straight.

“Are you truly going to make me ask again?” His voice did not waver. “You really are dull.”

“I-I’m not dull!” You defended yourself. “That’s just.. I mean, why would you even ask something like that?!”

“I’m...curious.” He stated, his voice seemingly as calm as ever, and for the first time, he looked away from you. It was relieving to not have his eyes on you while you thought of a reply, but you couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

“Curious?” You asked, but he said nothing back. Sighing, you decided to continue. “Yes. I...I loved him, I guess. He was my childhood friend...my best friend...how could I not?”

Still, Izuru said nothing. You looked to the side and noticed that Izuru was no longer next to you. He had stopped walking a few steps back. You turned around, and walked towards him until the two of you were standing face to face.

Sharply, he raised his hand. A gasp left your lips as you closed your eyes, bracing for an impact that never came. A moment passed and you opened your eyes; his hand was mere inches away from your face.

“Izuru…?” You asked. He had done it on purpose, you realized. “Why did you..?”

“You love him.” Izuru stated. “But, you fear me.”

“That’s not it…” You said, breathlessly. “I’m not afraid of you, Izuru.”

“You should be.”

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algumaideia · 3 years

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SJM treatment of Tamlin and why it is wrong

You know, she treated Tamlin so bad that only because of that I became his stan. That is literally the only reason why I am pro Tamlin. Just that.

First, Tamlin did abused Feyre and Lucien in the second book. This is a fact. So don’t say that I’m here trying to appologize an abuser because I’m not. Actually the story that I wanted for Tamlin is that Feyre kicks him and go do whatever because I don’t care about her, Tamlin feels sad then goes after her, she says how bad he was and etc, Tamlin feels depressed because he realizes she is right, Lucien brings the Tamlin out of his depressive state through the power of friendship, Tamlin tries to be a better person, Tamlin becomes Tarquin’s friend, they both rebuild their court together. You see, my character arc for him has a part where he acknowledge he was being abusive(something that Rhys never did cof cof).

Anyway let’s start with why SJM treatment of Tamlin was wrong.

I don’t know if my post needs it, but just in case. TW: abuse, ptsd, trauma, depression, sjm bad writing.

Ptsd, trauma and abuse

You know, at the same time that I know Tamlin’s abuse was wrong and horrible I also want to ignore it because, besides the negligence, it was just bad writing. What do you mean by bad writing? Well, let’s compare Tamlin’s ptsd with Kaz and one of my main characters. Why am I going to compare ptsd when I am talking about abuse? I am going to do so because Tamlin’s abuse is caused by his ptsd. Other point, I know it is imature, but I’m very insecure about my writing and compare SJM writing with mine makes me feel better. I’m sorry about that.

Kaz passed through a horrible experience and because of that he has extreme touch aversion. But the trauma and ptsd didn’t change his personality, they weren’t responsables to make a good kid become a rough boy that is the leader of a gang. The circunstances did it (I haven’t read the second book yet, no spoleirs). Of course that the trauma changed the way he interacted with people but what made him change was the fact that he was a lonely child with a heart full of hatred and desire for vengence living in a place full of thieves and gangs. Now Jafari, my main character, also lived a traumatic experience. He has nightmares, triggers and intrusive thoughts. However, the “basis” of his ptsd is that he ignores and avoids his emotions, his grief and his trauma. He doesn’t like conflicts, he is passive, he doesn’t deal with things, he just let things solve themselves. And that’s why his ptsd is based on him avoiding dealing with what happened and trying to process what happened.

Tamlin’s abuse and ptsd is based on three things: anger, neglect and being controlling. To be fair the neglect and controlling part makes sense, but I still have problems with them. Now the anger is so weird. I don’t remember Acotar pretty well but during all the time Tamlin was UTM he had control over his actions and feelings. Amarantha wanted to hurt him by hurting his love and his friends, she was also problaby sexually assalting him. Tamlin saw Feyre being tortured, suffering and being sexually abused and he never showed any reaction because he knew if he did that Amarantha would make everything worse for her. Considering that how his ptsd and abuse is he having no control towards his anger? It makes no sense.

In the first book Lucien insults and makes fun of Tamlin all the time and Tamlin has no problem with it. Not only that but his court has no ranks, not like Rhys’ court cof cof. But now Lucien can’t give him even a suggestion that he is almost killing his only friend who survived during Aramanthas reign? Sigh That’s my problem with Tamlln being a control freak. And I aslo have the feeling that SJM only put it so then Rhys could say it is your choice all the time.

About the neglect, Tamlin was trying to rebuilt his court, was dealing with his trauma and there was also the fact that Feyre wasn’t safe since other High Lords would be mad with her for having their powers. Tamlin neglecting Feyre is logical. But people forget that Feyre was also neglecting Tamlin. As I said I don’t remember Acotar pretty well but I think that Tamlin asked how Feyre was at some point, but Feyre never did that. She was all: ohhh Tamlin knows that I am throwing up and having nightmares why he does nothing? Tamlin isn’t sleeping well too, but he never asks me how am I doing. You want to blame Tamlin for his negligence towards Feyre? Good, do it, you are right. But Feyre did the same thing. She NEVER EVER even thought to ask if Tamlin was okay, or acknowlegded that he was also suffering.

At least Tamlin tried to communicate with her, Feyre never did that. For example he gave her paints so then she could start painting again. And this was good, Feyre was depressed and that is why she didn’t painted. One thing that depressed people do sometimes is to avoid doing things they know will make them happy. Feyre was doing that. And this was also Tamlin trying to communicate with Feyre and she just ignored it and then was angry because he didn’t know that she couldn’t stand the color red, but Rhys knew. This is so wrong.

1. Rhys only knew that because he invaded her mind and discovered something she wasn’t confortable talking with anyone.

2. She never told about her problem with the color red with Tamlin. She never talked with him. How was he supposed to know?

3. This was the perfect opportunity to talk about that with him, but she didn’t.

Tamlin's ptsd was ignored through the whole series, he was treated as the worst person ever when Rhys who did the same things was treated as the best person in Earth and his logical actions were treated as stupid.

Tamlin’s “illogical” actions

You know, there is a lot of memes that say how Tamlin was stupid to think that Feyre would like to come back to him after spending sometime with Rhys. Yeah, how dumb! Why he would think that he love of his life would like to come back to him after being kidnapped by the guy who sexually abused her for months, the guy who joined Amarantha for no reason, the guy who has been known for torturing people and having a court full of miserable fae. Hahaha so dumb!! She even sent him a letter saying she didn’t want anything with him, and he was stupid to go after her anyway. I mean, the guy known for being a psycho that kidnapped her was also able to control minds so why wouldn’t he believe in the letter? Hahahaha. *Sigh*

A lot of people criticize Tamlin for colecting taxes in Acomaf, like how could he? People first, where do you think all Rhys money came from? His work? Second, it was the first time he did it in 50 years and he postponed it a month. He was trying to get everything back to normal. Besides taxes are an important part of a governament, it is from them that the governament can make things, like hospitals, better streets(at least they were supposed to do so). SJM didn’t make it clear what a HIgh Lord job is. She said that Tamlin job is to protect the Spring Court, but in every other moment it is implied that High Lord are likes kings so I don’t know. Anyway this makes perfect sense, congratulations to Tamln.

Then he allies with Hybern and people act like he did that to take Feyre back form Rhysand. How dumb! Hahaha. He did that to save his people. The Spring Court was in a delicated position, he lost a lot of his friends during Amarantha reign and they were problaby responsable to protect the Spring Court. The agreement would protect this people, got Feyre back and made him able to spy Hybern. And this is more than Rhys did. He only tortured people to protect a hidden city, nothing more.

In the war meeting he had the all the right to be angry, but it wasn’t nice to say that about Feyre. I won’t say anything more because I could write a whole post about how wrong this meeting was.

And finally he helped to resurrected Rhysand and it was put as an amazing thing. But it was nonsense. Why he helped the guy who kidnapped his love and manipulated her? Why he helped the guy who sent his love to destroy his court? Why he helped the guy who allied with Amarantha for no reason? Why he helped the guy who is known for being a monster for years? Specialy condering that this guy could get his powers. And after that Rhys decieded to visit Tamlin and make him more miserable than he already us. But that’s ok because Rhys is the best male. Not only that but Rhys now is visiting Tamlin oftenly in Acofs apparently. This makes me so ANGRY.

This was my messy post.

Best regards,

Me.

Ps. Sorry for writing makes sense and its variations too much, but that is because I don’t know English that well so my knowledge is very limited.

#anti sjm #sjm critical #anti acotar #anti acowar #anti acomaf #anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti feysand #tamlin #lucien #lucien vanserra

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nagito-kissmaeda · 3 years

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I don't know if I've Talked to you yet? But may i get Nagito with a Talentless! S/o who's a Degradee. So whenever He Gets angry and Talks about her because of her talent. She's attracted to it. But is able to hide it for a while. But one day she slips up ane admit she likes it to hajime and nagito happens to overhear it. (I'd love a Nsfw Fic) if your open.

ミ☆ Thanks for the request! This was very interesting for me to write because i dont usually make Komaeda so.......mean. It does get pretty filthy so i hope that’s okay ahah. Word Count: 2882

Warnings: Fem reader, no pronouns, explicit sexual content, degradation, possessive behaviour

You’re not sure that Komaeda’s insults are having their desired effect.

Generally, the other students of class 77-B treat you perfectly well, even kindly. You’d braided Sonia’s hair for her once when it was windy and getting in her eyes, after that she seemed to take a liking to you and started inviting you to eat lunch with her in the main course building. At first you were very nervous, shaking as you lurked in the doorway, holding your bento box between your quivering hands.

But then, “Good afternoon, everyone! I’d like you all to meet my new friend!” Sonia said brightly, and everything sort of fell into place.

Everything except Komaeda.

Presently, he has you backed up against a wall, one hand pressed up beside your head. He’s quite a bit taller than you, and has to crane his head down when his lip curls up in disgust. You aren’t really sure what his problem is, but he finds a way to antagonise you almost every day. Like he’s trying to convince you to snap. It isn’t working, but it is doing something else.

“How much did your parents pay, huh?” He whispers, voice eerily delicate even as his eyes burn with vitriol, “How much did you sacrifice just so you could pretend to be worth something?”

Your mouth has gone dry. Your eyes flit around his face, trying too hard not to focus on the subtle movement of his lips.

“Ah, are you too afraid to answer? Afraid of what I might think of you?”

You are not afraid.

Komaeda leans in closer, lips curling up in a snarl, “you mustn’t concern yourself with such things.“

You are something far worse than that.

“My opinion of you will remain less than dirt regardless of your answer.”

You are aroused and a pathetic little moan breaks away from your mouth at the feeling of his breath on your face, at his closeness, and the way he leers down at you like you are nothing more than a nuisance to him. His tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lower lip and you whine .

He laughs, mistaking the sound for one of fear, “The only reason I don’t pull you from our classroom and lock the door behind you, is because Sonia seems to enjoy your company. I’m sure her little fancy will not last long.” He smiles, “so make the most of the honour while it lasts.”

Komaeda leans back from you, and it feels like you can finally catch your breath again. Trying your hardest to ignore the way your heart is racing and just how wet your panties are getting. He does not seem to notice, lips curling up in a smirk that makes your breath hitch as he turns on his heel.

He did not notice the effect he was having on you. Far too concerned with trying to get you away from the rest of his ultimate classmates before you have a chance to dirty them with your pathetic presence. After all, even he was above you and that was saying something. Komaeda leaves you quivering in the hallway and heads back through the open door of classroom 77-B, but the sound of running feet brings him pause. He closes the door most of the way, leaving it open enough that he can watch through the gap without you noticing.

“Hey.” Hinata says breathlessly, coming to a stop where you are still leaning against the wall, “I saw Komaeda bothering you, are you alright?”

Komaeda scoffs. Hinata is just as much a problem as you are, always hanging around Nanami-san like it’s his given right.

“Huh?” You say, still noticeably shaking, “oh I’m fine.”

Komaeda smirks. If asked, he would claim that he only harassed you for the good of his fellow classmates; he would not admit the exhiliarion he feels in the moments when he finally gets to be better than someone. When he has you up against a wall like that, when he talks down to you like that. He feels something in his gut. A twisting that feels almost euphoric.

Hinata huffs and crosses his arms, “look, that guy's an asshole. I can see you shaking, did he threaten you or something?”

“No! Not really? I’m just…..uh…..” Komaeda can see you twisting your hands with nerves, his brows draw together in confusion, “I think I…like it…”

Hinata balks, “wait. What?” He hisses, and Komaeda is thinking something very similar.

“When he’s mean to me like that.” You breathe, chewing on your lower lip, “when he has me up against the wall I...feel...good…”

“No. Stop. Please.” Hinata exclaims, waving his hands in front of his face, “look, we’ve got to get to class. I don’t want to hear anymore about this. Okay?”

Komaeda’s breath is caught in his throat as he watches the both of you walking back down the hall. Horrified at the tightness in his crotch. He whirls around and leans back on the wall, cupping a hand over his mouth to hide his heavy breathing.

Those little noises you were making, the way you were shaking beneath him.

This had not been his intention.

Though, he supposes he can entertain the idea. Just to see how you react. It might even be fun.

A few days later, you are back in the mostly vacant classroom with Sonia and Ibuki, the latter is in the middle of painting the nails on your right hand.

“I know you said you don't really like this colour, but it glows in the dark, so that makes up for it, rigggggght?” Ibuki says; her nailpolish skills are lacking so your fingers are a bit of a mess, but you’re having fun anyway.

“I think i might scare myself tonight when i turn the lights off and my fingers start glowing.” you laugh, Sonia titters politely behind her hand, but her expression quickly changes.

“Oh.” She says, looking over your shoulder, “Hello, Nagito.”

You freeze. Throat going dry. You are not prepared for another encounter with Komaeda.

“Ah, Hello. It’s nice to see the both of you.” He says. It does not escape your notice that he purposefully didn't even acknowledge your presence.

“Don’t get too close naggy-waggy.” Ibuki replies, tongue sticking out as she starts painting the nails on your other hand, “I must focus on my art!”

A shiver runs up your spine when you feel the warmth of another body behind you. Komaeda leans over your shoulder to look down at your nails as Ibuki paints them, you can feel his breath on the side of your neck, you can smell him. He smells really good, why does he have to smell so good?

“You’ve improved a lot since your last attempt, Mioda-san.” Komaeda says, you can practically feel the words on your skin.

Ibuki laughs, “Kaz was a very good sport when I spilled it all over his arms! Plus! He was glowing for three days straight and i actually think it looked pretty sick!!!”

“You're very lucky to have someone as wonderful as Mioda-san do your nails.” Komaeda breathes, you turn your head just a little. His face is so close to yours, his lips quirked up in the corners just enough that you know he is mocking you. Then, as he finally begins to stand back up again, he whispers in your ear, “after all, you’re just a pathetic reserve course student, aren't you?”

You feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and you swear it can't be intentional, but a shudder runs through you so powerful that you accidentally bump the nailpolish out of Ibuki’s hand.

You are too busy trying to help her and Sonia clean up the mess, to notice the way Komaeda looks back, hands in his pockets and smirking at how easy it was to rattle you.

Yes, he thinks. This will be fun.

It continues like this for some time. Komaeda is always lingering close to you, whispering in your ear. He’s always loved watching you squirm, but now it feels like he is doing more often, more shamelessly. After weeks of what feels like almost endless torment, something finally snaps.

You’re dashing down the hall at lunch, it’s a decent walk from the reserve course building to the main course, so you really have to put the leg work in if you want to spend any real time with Sonia before heading back over again. You round a corner and run headlong into Komaeda. The universe has a hilarious sense of humour.

“Ah.” He starts, cocking his hips to the side while staring down at you, “What rotten luck.”

You glare at him, “Rotten luck, indeed.”

Komaeda laughs, “Is that so? I’m quite sure this is the highlight of your day.” You stiffen as he leans down by your ear, his long fingers coming to rest on your hip, “You do so enjoy it when I mock you, after all.”

You feel his teeth on the side of your throat, not really biting, but pressing down just enough that you can feel them. You release a shaky moan, digging your nails into your palms.

“Just like a reserve course student to revel in my touch; in whatever form it comes.” His hand grips tighter, you can feel his nails pressing hard against your skin, “I could bite down so hard that you bleed, and you’d still moan, wouldn’t you?”

You would. Oh god you would. Your legs are shaking, you can feel his warm breath in your ear and you’re becoming painfully aware that this is happening in the hallway. You swallow as your eyes dart open to the supply closet behind Komaeda. He grins saccharinely as he follows your eyes, grabbing you by the hand and tugging you down the hall. Before you have a chance to ask what is going on-

The door to the supply closet clicks shut, and you are suddenly very aware of your situation. It takes you eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, but when they do, you can see the utter hunger in Komaeda’s eyes. You swallow.

“How...how long have you known?”

“Known what?” He asks, feigning innocence.

You huff, “don’t make me say it!”

Komeda crosses his arms, “no, I seem to have forgotten. I’ll need you to remind me.”

You avert your eyes, scowling down at the ground, “how long have you known, that your degradation turns me on?”

He grins, “Almost a month.”

Your head snaps back up in horror, “So you’ve been toying with me on purpose this whole time?” You scoff, “What am I saying, of course you have been.”

“You’re lucky that I pay attention to you at all.” He breathes, and your heart starts racing at the jangle of a belt buckle.

This can’t be happening.

“You should be worshipping me.” Komaeda purrs over the sound of a leather belt being tugged through its loops. Your legs are quivering.The snick of a button coming undone, the sound of a zipper, and the thump of your knees hitting the floor all happen within seconds of each other.

Komaeda chokes on a laugh. “I thought I would have to ask you to kneel.” He pulls his cock out of his boxers, already half hard as a smirk crawls up the side of his face, “But it seems you already know your place.”

His cock is very pretty. Pale and slim with a blush red tip that you can't help wanting to suck on.

“Don’t worry.” Komaeda whispers, “I have very low expectations for someone as talentless as yourself. I’ll be impressed if you even manage to make me come.”

Arousal shudders through you at his words, leaning forward and giving the head of his cock a cursorly lick. His breath catches in his throat. Such a pretty sound, you want to hear it more. One of his hands curls into your hair as you open your mouth wide and take the whole head in, sucking gently before bobbing your mouth halfway down.

“ Ah! ” Komaeda hisses, hips stuttering deeper into your throat, “What an honour for you... aha ...to have an ultimate’s cock in your mouth, what a privilege .” his words break off into a laugh, wheezy and breathless as you take him all the way down, tears prickling in your eyes as it becomes harder to breathe. His head thumps back against the wall of the closet, cock pumping harder and faster into your open mouth as his nails dig into your scalp. You can feel drool running down your chin and dripping down to the floor, keening and moaning around his cock as you lathe the underside of the head with your tongue.

“Who...Who knew...that this would be your one use…” Komaeda stammers, hips twitching and rolling into your mouth over and over, “is this your talent? Aha! Is sucking cock your talent?”

You make a noise of affirmation, unable to form words as he keeps relentlessly fucking into you. One of your hands slips up under your skirt and into your panties. It isn't surprising how wet you are, moaning unabashedly as you circle your swollen clit with a finger.

“Ah... Ah! Look at you!” Komaeda exclaims, voice high and breathy as he tries to hold back another moan, “Being used like this turns you on, doesn't it? I wonder if one of those reserve course boys could do this to you.” he laughs breathlessly, “I wonder if you would let one of those reserve course boys fuck your mouth in the supply closet.” he grins down at you, eyes wild and almost unhinged, “I dont think you would, would you? I think you only want me, isn't that right?”

“Yes…” you manage to slur around him, circling your clit faster and faster, “nghh...only...you”

Your assertion only spurs him on further, hiking on leg up over your shoulder and pressing the heel of shoe hard into the wall behind you, hips stuttering forward with no discernible rhythm. You moan deep in the back of your throat and curl your arm around his thigh, feeling the muscles flex below your fingers as fucks into your mouth with unbridled desparetion. For all his talk, he seems to find your blow job abilities pretty competent.

“Don’t... ahh! ...Don’t stop-“ he groans, teeth gritted together, sweat dripping down his brow, “I...I’m gonna…”

You’re close too. Your fingers pressing hard on your clit, circling almost brutally as you take his cock further down your throat. You can’t help but peer up at him, lording over just how thoroughly ruined he looks. Usually so neat, so clean. He looks like a perfect mess and it makes you keen around him, hips grinding harder into your own hand as you get closer and closer.

“You’re mine...all mine” Komaeda rasps, twitching and moaning, “Your mouth is mine to fuck...no-no one else can— AHHH!”

His head collides with the wooden wall so loudly that you’re almost worried it hurts, and then he comes hard down your throat. You aren’t far behind, knees shaking and shuddering under your weight as you come tumbling over the edge, absolutely soiling your panties. There’s a filthy mixture of cum and saliva dripping out from your mouth that you swallow as best you can with Komaeda’s softening cock still in your mouth. The foot he had up against the wall slowly drops, resting gently on your shoulder instead as he catches his breath. You can see his chest rising and falling, his eyes gently closed. He’s cute when he’s not being such an asshole.

Finally, he pulls his hips back and his cock slips out of your mouth, there isn’t too much of a mess on that front, at least nothing you can’t wipe away with the back of your hand, but your panties are another story. You’re just going to pray that they dry off a little before you have to go back to class.

Komaeda slides his leg from your shoulder and leisurely starts tucking himself back into his pants. You aren’t really sure what you’re supposed to be doing, so you just sit on the floor and wait for him to finish.

He hums, reaching down and tilting your chin up with a finger, “maybe you aren’t entirely pathetic.” he surprises you when he leans down and slots his lips against yours, flicking his tongue into your mouth, “if I’m able to make time in my busy schedule, I could shove my cock somewhere else next time.”

You moan audibly, nodding your head with probably a little too much gusto.

Komaeda grins, all teeth and gums, and says, “I look forward to it.”

So do you.

#komaeda x reader #/request #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #komaeda nagito #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa fanfiction #it was weird to write him so nasty #but i think i had fun?#gluttonousfruit

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gemma-collins-ily · 3 years

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It’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do Jesper celebrating the reader’s birthday?

Jesper Celebrating the Reader's Birthday

a/n - keep in mind, fics don't normally come out this quickly, but I saw this and wanted to release it on your special day! This may be a little uncoordinated but I hope you enjoy and have a brilliant day! Also, just to let everyone know, requests are closed for a few days, just so I can catch up on requests xoxo 💞

Warnings: nothing?

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 @i-am-the-1930s @inthegistoftime

it is guaranteed

you hear me?

guaranteed

that he will try to plan you a party

it's Jesper, he has to

so he'll set up streamers and a huge poster displaying your age

for all who enter the Slat to see

he'll get Nina to distract you, taking you out for waffles probably

his words would probably be exactly like this:

"I don't know Neens, just take them away from the Slat and don't come back till, like ummm seven."

she'd look at the half hung decorations and many more still in boxes disapprovingly and ask:

"You didn't plan this out did you?"

"Are you accusing me, the Jesper Fahey, himself, of being disorganised?"

She grabbed her coat and you, covering your eyes as she went, very clearly conveying something was happening, then left without a word more.

so, by now, you knew something was happening

or at least suspected it

but would go along with it for Jesper

trailing after Nina until your feet were sore

finally having enough and asking if you could stop and sit on a bench

she agreed with a groan

so, she was obviously tired too

"How long do we need to stay out?"

"I really do not know what you're talking about, (Y/N)."

"Come on, I know there's a surprise back at the Slat, I just need to know how long I have to wait to go home."

she'd continue to blatantly refuse the very idea of a surprise until she randomly gave in

and you'd smirk, happy to get the answer

as soon as it neared seven, she'd try to drag you back to the Slat but you'd tell her they wouldn't be ready yet

Nina would not listen and take you firmly by the wrist, marching back to the Slat

when you got there you were right

of course

bestie, can you predict the future?

no, actually

you just know how frazzled your boyfriend can get

but you were surprised to see even Kaz was helping

it did not look like he wanted to be there voluntarily

but still

you take what you can get

it was an effort so you appreciated it

when Nina would let out a dramatic gasp at the sight of Kaz Brekker hanging up decor, Jes would notice you

yelling at Nina to take you out again or to your room

just go over and peck him on the lips, tell him you don't really care about the streamers and he'll relax

even if he wanted it to be perfect

you have all the calming techniques down bestie

Kaz will sigh exaggeratingly and drop the colourful swirly thing he was eyeing with disgust

it would be between his forefinger and thumb as he did so

and this meant it was twice as funny to you

oops you may have laughed

you received a glare in return

aww such a nice present

everyone say thank you Kaz

anyway

there's probably a table with gifts on it

kaz got you a new book

but left it anonymously

no message on the tag even if you know it's him

you thank him and he pretends he has no clue who gave it to you

"Awwww, thanks Kaz."

"I didn't get you a gift, (Y/N). It's obviously from someone else."

Inej would get you some sort of herbal tea I think

if you don't like tea then it's probably also a book

wow what a match for those two

thinking the same thoughts

Nina may have forgotten to get a present and would promise waffles instead

or she'd have tried to sneakily get a board game while you were out earlier

you acted like you did not notice

it's a grammy award for you

Matthias could have either gotten you some kruge because he wasn't sure what you wanted

or a new scarf, coat ect.

he has a pretty good taste in fashion

now, Jesper would either wait till later to give you his gifts

because aww, sentimentality

or he'd give you them with everyone else's to make you blush publicly

at that point, you wouldn't care

either way, he'd keep at least one spare to give to you in private

I think his gifts would be a little something like this:

a type of jewelry, whether it be a necklace or an anklet, it would have a J on it

he probably bought a matching one for him with your initial on it too

a necklace feels a little more personal but could be taken advantage of by enemies

like in finding out you were together

not like it was oBVIOUS or anything

but an anklet would ultimately be sturdier and less likely to be taken as a means of affection from a loved one

so anklet it is

chocolates that are actually quite rich in flavour and are rare in Ketterdam

he saved up some money for those

if you like to play with his rings

he'll have bought you one

again, it may be a little blander to avoid it being interpreted as a gift of love by enemies

you didn't mind it being a little more hidden

Jesper was happy with you and you with Jesper

so you felt no need to show off to the world

you would probably take it off if you had to do any good old fashioned fist fighting

pocketing it quickly

he'd also give you a nail makeover the next day

but you would have to paint on his nails in return because if he tried, he would probably mess up while using his non-dominant hand to paint the other

you could match because #couplegoals

he'd bring you breakfast in bed the day after your birthday

being so busy planning the day before, he didn't get you any

I hate to disappoint but it would not be made by him

he would burn everything

so Matthias' second present to you is the breakfast

delivered by Jesper

he'd probably be sat at the counter making snarky remarks about Matthias' cooking

until he got whacked with a tea towel

if you're an early bird

Jes would be given the task of distracting you and stopping you from walking downstairs

or getting out of bed at all

this could be easily done with the persuasion of cuddles

then Matthias would yell for him and he'd have to leave to get the tray

when he brings it up he'll sit you between his legs, leaning your back against his chest and resting the tray on your knees

may feed you bites that sOMEHOW end up like a lady and the tramp scene

even if it's a slice of french toast, he'll manage

would tactfully steal little bits off your plate

and you couldn't really be mad at him because he would just smile charmingly

(maybe with half a piece of bacon sticking out of the side of his mouth)

but charming none the less

he might have a gift hidden in the corner of a chest of drawers somewhere you find one day and he remembers he was supposed to wrap that up and give it to you

if it's almost a year later and near your next birthday

just leave it on his dresser

no words need to be exchanged

the only difference is now one of your presents is less of a surprise

oh cards

kaz would write in his a simple,

'Inej made me write this. Have a good day. You are one year closer to being dead. Congratulations.

-Signed sincerely, Kaz Brekker'

Nina and Matthias share a card

meaning she wrote it and he signed his name with an extra

'I hope you have a lovely day, (Y/N).'

Nina's message/ the main one in the card would be:

'I can't believe we're all growing so old now! Anyway, we love you, hope you enjoy the presents and your birthday. You deserve it! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Nina'

Inej's would have a very sincere message:

'(Y/N),

You are truly a wonderful friend and person, helping everyone with anything they may need. I feel so lucky to have you as my friend and I hope you will continue to be for years to come. You deserve a fantastic day and I hope you get one, I know Jes will try to make it perfect!

-From, Inej x

p.s - I tried to get Kaz to sign a card, but he was smirking and wouldn't let me see it before he put it in the envelope, so I'm terribly sorry if it's rude.'

now to Jesper's

'Love,

I adore you with all my heart and wish you a truly happy birthday. I hope you like the gifts I bought, I wanted to symbolise my love for you through each. I know one or two presents are a little bland but I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me. You are the most amazing partner I could ever dream of having, and every time you do something, I never expect it.

You are unpredictable, my love, and I can honestly say I do not mind it. In fact, it is one of the many factors that made me fall in love with you. Have a happy birthday!

-Love from Jesper, xxx

p.s - Kaz looked terrifyingly happy when he finished signing your card so be careful, he probably pulled something.

you might have cried

yes

you, a Crow, feared on the streets sniffled over even Kaz's message

knowing if he didn't actually want to, there was no way he would have signed that card

all in all, you have a great birthday and Jesper (and everyone else) makes you feel really special

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x you #jesper fahey fluff #jesper fahey fics #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey headcanons #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone imagine

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sophierequests · 2 years

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hello ! i would like to congratulate you for your 100 followers. i discovered your work some days ago and it’s pure gold for real !! it’s so amazing ! 💓

by the way, i saw that you requests are open and i had a little idea on my mind. could it be possible a jesper fahey x reader where reader and him are best friends. reader doesn’t like to show her emotions and tends to deny feelings she has for him, being quite harsh sometimes. then one day he confronts her about her behavior and she admits her feelings ?

i don’t know if it’s interesting and if you want to write it. if you don’t, it’s okay don’t worry about it ! and i’m sorry if i made some mistakes since english isn’t my first language.

falling for you, fool's gold

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Pairing: Jesper Fahey x f!Reader

A/N: Hi! First of all, thank you sm for the compliment, I'm so thankful that you enjoy my writing <333 Jesper fics give me life, so I'd probably write everything if it involves our favourite sharpshooter. But I really enjoyed your request, so I hope you like this, sweet anon!

Summary: Suppressed feelings create some unwanted tensions.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Mention of gambling and alcohol

“When are you finally going to put us out of our misery and just ask him out?” You almost choked on your drink when Nina said that. The two girls sitting across from you only giggled after seeing your eyes widen ever so slightly.

“I have absolutely no clue who you are talking about.” Lie. You knew exactly who they were talking about. Even though you tried to hide your feelings as best as you could, Nina could feel the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he was around, so it obviously didn’t take Kaz’s level of deduction skills to figure that out.

“Dirty liar.” She whispered, leaning towards you with a devilish grin, almost tipping over the glass of whiskey in front of her whilst doing so. Inej only gave you an apologetic smile, but you knew that she was enjoying this just as much as Nina did.

“Nina’s right, Y/N. It would do you both some good if you would just tell him. And we could finally stop walking on eggshells whenever Jesper and you are in the same room.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, but Jesper and I are just friends.” Nina let out a dramatic groan, throwing her arm on the table and resting her head on top of it, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Always the drama queen. "There are absolutely no romantic feelings involved."

“Where are no romantic feelings involved? What are you girls gossiping about?” Jesper suddenly appeared in front of you, visibly in the mood to join in on the conversation. Maybe you should order a new drink.

“Y/N’s dating life - or the lack thereof.” The Heartrender answered quickly, stifling a laugh when she saw the look of horror that flashed over your face when she said that. Thankfully, Jesper hadn't noticed it, instead raising an inquisitive brow at you before he shoved himself into the booth beside you.

“That's a topic which I'll gladly stay for!" He gave you a wink, swiftly putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you a bit closer to his side. Saints, how you hated this.

However, you also hated hating this. He was your best friend. Hugging, touching, and occasionally flirting were something you had always done. You had never been uncomfortable with that before until you started to realize that you might think of him a little differently than you initially thought. He didn't deserve to be subjected to your - probably very much unrequited - feelings and all the effects it had on your behaviour towards him.

"I don't think she necessarily wants you to stay," Inej commented slyly, causing Jesper to frown and direct his attention back to you again.

"Why's that? Do I play a role in it?" He inquired with a smug smile playing across his lips. "Have I missed you pouring your heart out and telling everyone about the crush you have on me?"

"In your dreams, Fahey." You tried to play off the stinging embarrassment you felt. You wanted to focus on something else, stir the conversation in another direction, but whenever you tried to do so, you were made painfully aware of the way his arm laid on your shoulders. The way his hand mindlessly played with some strands of your hair, twirling it around his finger. The way his breath felt hot against your neck when he spoke to you. This was terrible.

"Oh come on, you know it's the truth." It was an obvious joke, you could hear it in his tone. But it made you feel even smaller than you felt before.

"No." Yes.

"You'll do eventually." This sounded less like a joke, the wink accompanying it didn't help.

"Just drop it, Jesper." You shrugged off his shoulder dismissively, resulting in him giving Nina and Inej a confused glance before carefully retreating his arm. You never called him 'Jesper' unless you were mad at him, so why would you start now? But he just couldn't put a finger on what might have annoyed you. Did he take it too far with one of his jokes? You had never minded him saying things like that.

"Okay?" He put emphasis on drawing out the word as long as he could, his expression changing from confused to worried. He wanted nothing more than to ask what was wrong, however, judging by your previous reaction, you probably wouldn't appreciate that very much.

Inej managed to lead the conversation in another direction - one that wouldn't force you to talk about things you didn't want to say out loud - but the tension between you and Jesper didn't die down by any means. The tension only got stronger the longer the silence settled. And in the evening, you didn't even hit him before returning to the Slat. He made an effort to ask the two girls that remained in their respective seats at the club, with no result. They simply feigned a clueless expression before leaving him to figure it out by himself.

The following week didn't help turn things around. Quite the opposite actually. It managed to make things even more awkward. You didn't sit as close to him as you used to during meetings. You skipped certain meals if that meant that you didn't have to be around him for any longer than needed. And you weren’t up for spending nights at the club with him anymore. It was as if your friendship had been put on hold and you went back to being strangers again.

You didn’t necessarily enjoy this arrangement either, but you worried that you might let something slip whenever he was around you, so you tried your best to avoid him. It was only after one particularly draining day that you didn’t feel like spending the evening cooped up in your room and decided to spend some time in the living room. Most of the others seemed to be out, so you could enjoy the quiet and continue reading whatever novel had currently caught your interest.

This supposed peace didn’t last long. You didn’t even manage to finish one chapter until you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. That didn’t have to mean anything. It could literally be anyone. But of course, luck wasn’t on your side, and the only person you didn’t want to see walked through the door.

At first, he didn’t even notice you, completely focused on adjusting the holster of his guns. But as soon as he reached the couch, probably intending to also take some time to unwind, he paused for a second, staring you up and down as if he had never seen you before.

“Hi.” He broke the silence, standing only a few metres away from you with his hands fidgeting in front of him like a child that expected scolding.

You turned your head to face him, having hesitated to do so in hopes that he would just continue walking. His hair was slightly damp and so were his clothes, which told you that he probably just came back from drinking - or gambling -, since it had been raining outside for the last couple of hours. Normally, you would have joined him during and after his non-work-related trips to the club, providing him with whatever kind of support or company he needed. Not this time though.

“Hi.” He almost looked startled that you actually interacted with him, no matter whether it was only briefly before getting back to your book.

“I, uhm, do you mind if I join you in here?” That question hit you right where it hurt. Jesper would have never asked to simply be around you. He would have respected your boundaries had you said no, but that would have probably never been a real issue.

“No, I don’t.” You answered, giving him your best impression of an inviting smile, however, still quickly taking your eyes off of him.

He didn’t sit next to you how he usually would, instead turning to lounge on the couch opposite you, pulling out his revolvers to absent-mindedly clean them. You could see the occasional curious glances he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking, and it drove you mad that you were too afraid to properly interact with him.

“Listen, Y/N.” He started with a sigh, causing you to look up from your novel to focus on him. “I don’t really understand what I did wrong, but I know that something is wrong. But if you’re avoiding me because of what happened last week, I’m sorry. I should’ve just stopped when you told me to. I know that you don’t have feelings for me, and it was stupid of me to make you uncomfortable by acting like you do.”

“I wouldn’t have had a problem with you annoying me if it hadn’t been the truth.” You thought, biting the inside of your cheeks to not break out crying.

“What?” Shit, did you say that out loud? The befuddled look on his face gave you a clear answer to that. “What did you say?”

“Nothing that concerns you.” He sat up straight again, gaping at you with wide eyes. You really should’ve just gone to bed.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He moved to stand up, but so did you. Whatever he was about to do, you didn’t want to be part of it. “You can’t just say something like that and pretend like I’m not supposed to care about it.” A mixture of emotions flashed over his face, and you couldn’t quite pinpoint what his exact feelings were at this point, nor did you feel like figuring it out.

“Jesper, stop it.”

“No, I won’t. This does concern me, and I have every right to care about it.”

“We both say stuff we don’t mean. That doesn’t mean that we have to talk about it.” Jesper’s expression changed to one of exasperation. For the first time since knowing him, he looked genuinely mad.

“Stuff we don’t mean? Ignoring me for a week because of this issue doesn’t really feel like you didn’t mean it.” He tried to take a step towards you, but the closer he got, the further you stepped back. “Just talk to me, please!”

“Would you mind just shutting up? I don’t have feelings for you. This comment meant nothing, no matter how much you might read into it.” You didn’t mean to say that. You didn’t mean to yell at him. You didn’t mean to hurt him. But you did.

He was quiet for a moment. You saw the way his lips quivered, trying to bite back the hurt you had caused. You had never yelled at him before. Not even when anyone else would’ve probably been close to murdering him.

“Goodnight, Jesper.” You didn’t wait for him to reply. Without sparing him another glance, you dashed out of the room, flying up the stairs to your room before he could think about following you. You felt utterly terrible, and the only thing you wanted to do now was cry. Saints, you felt stupid.

“Y/N!” His voice paired with the sound of his footsteps followed you up the stairs. Can’t he just take a hint? Before you could even reach your room, he seized your wrist to spin you around. “I’m not letting you ignore me for another week.”

“Jes-”

“No, you’re not doing this again. You’re not shutting me out again.” His grip on your wrist tightened as he spoke, his gray eyes piercing yours intently. “You can talk to me about this. Please talk to me about this.” Even though everything inside you screamed at you to push him away, you simply nodded, dragging him with you towards your room, since you didn’t intend on airing out your personal problems in the middle of the Slat.

“I love you.” As soon as the door shut behind him, the three words you had dreaded saying out loud just tumbled out of your mouth. Jesper, who was still holding onto your hand, was caught completely off-guard by that confession. He had already roughly put together what was going on, but he hadn’t expected you to actually say it. “And I hate that I do. Because whether I would have kept it a secret or not, it would always have an effect on our friendship, and I never wanted that to-”

His lips were suddenly pressed against yours, his hands moving to hold onto your hips while you were rendered completely speechless. After taking a second to sort your thoughts out, you returned his gesture, allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him down a bit closer to you in the process. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, you were sure that if he had leaned a bit further towards you, it would have ended in him toppling on top of you. All of the nervousness you had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a strong sense of warmth spreading inside your stomach. He liked you back.

“Maybe changing something about our friendship isn’t so bad after all.” You whispered before leaning in a second time, which he graciously accepted.

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Grishaverse fics in general: @yesshewrites1 @dal-light

Jesper Fahey: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @writingmysanity @fall-writes

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onlymexsarah · 3 years

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Promise pt. 4|| Kaz Brekker

Summary: Kaz and Y/n are ready for the gala. Everything seems fine until Kaz's life is threated and the only way to safe him is revealing her secret.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x grisha!reader

Warnings: a little angst, a bit of violence and my english.

A/N: I'm so excited that you are liking it! In my mind this chapter was a lot better, but unfortunately since english is not my first language I had some difficulties...I'll admit I had the idea of writing a book, obviously starting at the same time of six of crow. The plot would be the same but the story would be definirely longer and different🤔 Anywayy, did you like it? The next part will be the last one, the true will came out...what will happen?

PT.1 - PT. 2 - PT. 3 - PT. 5

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The gala was about to start and the Van Eck girl was in front of her mirror looking herself in the long dark blue dress she wear. She knew why Kaz chose her for that job; she was the only one in the dregs who knew how to behave at a gala and how to be a proper lady in front of rich men. She knew how to talk, how to smile and how to dance. It was the only thing she thanked for her education.

"You look amazing." said Jesper at the door. "Scheming face won't be able to stay away from you."

His wink made her blush. Her feelings for Kaz Brekker were an unsaid thing among her closest friends, and brother, and even if Jasper and Inej kept pushing how much Kaz was different with her she couldn't read him thought.

Every step they made toward each other he took three steps behind and it made her loose her mind. She could have a time that was like forever, but she was very aware about his being human and if she was lucky, she would have other eighty years to spend with him.

"He'll have to since we will be strangers tonight. I just hope to not messing up everything." she said worried.

Walking back toward her old life wasn't pleasant. Among all those nice dress, fake smile and rich, worms men she wasn't comfortable, but Kaz needed her and she would not fail him.

"That's Jesper's talent, love." he winked. They both heard the tap of a cane approaching and Jesper straightened up his back with a sly smirk.

"Y/n are you..." Kaz's words died in his throat when he walked inside her room. His eyes travelled on all her body multiple times like he kept forgetting how she looked like. The blue dress seemed like water around her, but he didn't feel disgust or nausea, he felt like he could drown in it and born again.

"Aand it's my time to vanish." said Jesper slipping away from the room with his smirk on and giving Kaz a wink.

"I wanted the red dress, but you said we didn't have to catch attention so me and Inej decided to buy the blue one." she said playing with her own hands. She wanted Kaz to say something, anything, even an insult would be better than the silent he was giving her.

You would catch the attention even in scruffy clothes, darling...he though with his throat dry. "Are you ready?"

She let out a sigh and turned to look herself in the mirror. She could see Kaz behind her at the other side of the room keeping as distance as possible from her body.

Yes. No, maybe. "For a gala? Always." she said ironically. She saw the right part of his lips rising up. "It's so playfully ironical...I was born for this and yet, I feel ridiculous."

He studied her face and he saw a shadow crossing her eyes. He wanted to tell her that she was beautiful, that the men at that gala wasn't even a quarter worth of her and not being comfortable in that world didn't mean be less than anyone else, but he couldn't. Dirtyhands kept those words for himself, but Kaz Brekker managed to say something.

"You dont, look ridiculous."

She looked him through the mirror and smiled. It was the smile he looked for since she arrived in Ketterdam. She knew Kaz, and she knew that those words meant more than they looked like. For some unknown reason, knowing that Kaz didn't find her ridiculous made her feel brave again.

"Then we better go." she smiled and walked toward the stairs. He followed her leaving his cane in her room, unconsciously giving him a reason to come back with her. At the top of the stairs he raised his arm toward the girl and she raised an eyebrow surprised. "I though we wouldn't go together tonight."

He smirked shrugging, "This doesn't mean I can't help a lovely girl walking down the stairs. It would be a shame if she stumbled in her own dress before the gala."

"Or maybe you are the one who need help to not roll down the stairs without your cane." she smirked suppresing the need to kick him in his bad leg with her silver heels.

He rolled his eyes moving his chin to point her his arm again. "Take it or I'll ask Jesper to turn you into my new cane."

"Charming, Mr Brekker." she said ironically taking his arm. She made sure to not touch his skin and kept a light pressure on it.

He took a deep breath, the water stopped right at his feet and few seconds later it disappeared. "As always, darling."

They arrived at the gala and Kaz went in before her to take a look around. The plan was simple, she had to eavedrop what their mark said to the other people, studying his friendships and then go back home. Nothing could go wrong.

The music filled her ears with a sweet melody. People danced in the middle of the room, others talked at the buffet. She looked around the room searching Kaz, finding him talking with a woman. He gave her a quick look leaving his lips curling up in a smile to let her know that he saw her.

She put her Van Eck sweet, polite smile on and walked around the room slowly, leaving the men looking her from head to toe like she was an object. But if the other time she would turn around and broke their noses, that night she had to play as if she fit perfectly in that world.

To Kaz seemed that his eyes had their own life. He couldn't keep them on someone too long without checking at some point the grisha girl at the other side of the room.

His breath died everytime he looked at her. He hadn't been able to tell her that she was gorgeous, but saints if someone would have looked at his eyes closely he was sure the words were written in them. He was without his cane and sometime he rested his back against the wall to take a breath, using that time to focus on Y/n.

He saw her speaking with a lot of people, and dancing with some men. Kaz had learned how much she loved dancing, even if she never admitted it. It was what remained in her of her old life, and she was still dealing with it, but he could see the light in her eyes when she found a good dancer.

He tried to not look at the hands of the men that touched her waist and swept lower. The same old feeling in his stomach arrived when the first man with who she danced whispered something in her ear keeping his mouth close to her neck. She didn't have any reaction, she kept her polite smile and kept talking.

He didn't know why, but he wished he could be able to do the same. To hold her and feel the skin of her neck under his lips. He wished he could make her swing around the dance floor, skin to skin and lips so close that almost touched. He wished he would be able to close that little distance once for all and kiss her smile.

He wished to...he wished...he wanted.

She kept her closiness to their mark all night. She danced when he danced and she rest when he spoke with someone. Not once he looked at her and she thanked the saints for that. She hard all of his conversations, no matter how stupid they were.

At some point she knew that he preferred wearing his green socks with his green watch, but she didn't know how usefull it could have been to Kaz.

Speaking of the devil, she couldn't let herself stare him too much or she would have been pulled toward him by an invisible force. He was wearing his best suit she could tell, his hair were strangely at their place and his gloves were off. She felt a strange in her stomach everytime someone was too close to him. She could feel his uncomfortableness in her skin, and the only thing she wanted was to run and push away everyone around him to let him breath.

Wylan walked beside her few times to let her know he was there, bringing her her drinks and leaving with a smile. She couldn't believe that she was working and living with her brother again, away from their parents.

That moment of distraction cost her everything. She felt someone tapping on her shoulder and turning around she saw their mark smiling at her.

"Hello. I'm sorry if I didn't come early, but you seemed to have quite a lot of suitors around you." he smiled leaving his eyes wandered on her body. But it wasn't the same way Kaz did before. The boy had looked at her like he was looking at an angel, that man was looking at her like he was looking at his meal. "May I have this dance, madam?"

Kaz will kill me, she though. The only rule was not speaking with their mark, and now he was inviting her to dance.

She smiled trying to control her panick. She had to find a way to say no and vanishing from his eyes for the rest of the night. "I would love to, but I have someone else to meet."

"I am sure this person will wait such a beauty as yourself." he smiled making her feel sick. The last thing she wanted was his hands on her.

"Here you are, my dear. I've been looking for you." a familiar voice said behind her. Her smile turned true when she felt Kaz's presence at her side, close to her as he had never been before, with his chest almost touching her shoulder.

She didn't know what that boy did to make her feel that way. He was literally a boy compared at her, she was the old one with a life as a runner at her shoulder, but still Kaz Brekker made her feel safe like no one before.

"I was inviting this lovely lady to dance with me, sir." their mark said giving at Kaz an unpleasant look.

"It's a shame that this lovely lady is with me, then." the boy with a charming smile that made her knees weak for a moment. "Should we?" he asked giving her his arm and pointing the dance floor with his head.

"I hope you enjoy your night, sir." she gave at their mark one last polite smile before taking Kaz's arm and walking away. "I am so sorry if I've messed up. I got distracted for a second and he talked to me."

He brough her at one angle of the dance floor, away from unwanted eyes where there were no one who could disturb them. He wanted to try. He had felt the water raising all night, and he found in her his only anchor to not drown. Maybe it was because he had been forced to stay dangerously close to other people, but the though of being close to her, dance with her didn't seem so unpleasant as it should be.

"He had noticed you even before your distraction. You can't help it, Y/n darling, you had a lot of men's eyes on tonight." mine too, he said silently in his head.

"Normally I'm able to disappear when I want..." she said annoyed standing in front of him looking her feet.

She was angry with herself to have not been able to do her job, Kaz knew that. He knew her very well, and he hoped to be able to give her something she wanted.

"That man didn't give you credit..." she looked him curious. "He called you lovely, I called you lovely. But it's not enought to describe you. You are..." he fought to say the right word. Dirtyhands was keeping them inside, but Kaz wanted to say them. "You are stunning, and it was impossible to any man to not look at you."

He saw the blush on her cheeks while she opened her mouth astonished. Kaz Brekker had never made a compliment to anyone before, and both of them felt how much it meant.

"I-I take it as you are not angry with me, then." she joked trying to hide her shyness.

She though to have a vision when she saw him smiling. "I am not." He gave a quick look around and raised his hands toward her with his palms up. "If I remember right I still own you a dance, don't I?"

She raised an eyebrow surprised. "Haven't you had enough touches tonight?"

Yes. "I want it...just, let me try." he hated how weak his voice sounded, but he knew he was safe with her. She had been his safe harbour since that day of many years ago, he just needed time to know to approach it.

She gave him a slow nod before resting her hands on his. "Tou better not step on my new shoes."

He scoffed with a little smirk taking a deep breath before bringing her closer. His left hand held her right one, while his right hand reached slowly her waist. He kept looking her eyes, the place he knew the water would never arrive. He stayed still, breathing deeply as the water approached his waist, but everything seemed to vanish when she saw her sweet smile.

That smile saved him years ago, and now was pushing away all the water around him. She had been the last person he had been able to touch and hug when he was a child, the grisha girl who was scared of nothing and with her little flame had threw away his demons for some minutes. Now that grisha was standing in his arms, looking at him like he was something good and not the monster the children were scared of.

He started to move, slowly taking the right rhythm. His hand on her waist tightened a little and when he saw the shiver that his touch had brough her he couldn't help but smile. They were dancing, and in that moment the room was empty. They were the only person on the dance floor, lost in each other eyes.

She had no idea who he was beside that year they spent together, but it seemed to be enough for her. Nothing could change what now tied the two of them, she was his Fire Girl.

She was loosing herself in his eyes, but something caught her attention at her left. Two tall shu men had started walking toward them in a suspicious way that made her shiver.

"Kaz, I think someone recognized us." she whispered trying to look calm. He looked her confused keeping their slow movement. "At your right, two shu men."

He gave a causal look around seeing the two men approaching. "Time to go." he grabbed her hand and started to walk toward the door. Neither of them noticed how natural that action had been; she could still feel his hand on her waist and for a moment she wished they could do it again at the Slat. When they approached the door they saw three shu, two women and one man, standing there with their eyes fixed on them. "Plan D."

She knew what he meant. They walked toward another door that should lead them to the kitchen, where luckly they would find Wyland and escape together.

They started to walk faster, and once out of the main room a sigh of relief left their mouth. Not even a second after they heard heavy steps coming from the corridor that lead to the kitchen.

"Tell me we can skip to plan F." she said looking him worried.

He kept his eyes on the door of the corridor trying to think fast. "I'm afraid I don't have a plan F."

"Now we do." without waiting any londer she brough him toward the opposite side of the first corridor, walking even faster and without looking behind.

They had to find a way out and then thinking about rescuing Wylan and Jesper. She was terrified at the idea of what the shu men wanted from them, but she could guess what it was. Her.

They find a room with a lot of furnitures covered with white sheets and a door that gave on the main garden. It was their occasion to escape, but before the could reach it someone started to shoot behind them.

"This way!" Kaz said bringing her behind a couch. "We have to reach the door."

She saw the true in his eyes. They had no weapons and no way to distract them. If the shu took them it would be the end.

"We want the girl, Mr Brekker. Hand her and we'll leave." shouted one of them.

She froze incapable of looking Kaz in the eyes. Her secret was going to be revealed and Kaz would know that she had lied all this time. Every step they had made toward each other would mean nothing to him, she would loose him forever and her father would win.

"Why they want you?" he asked calmly at her. It was like he didn't expect to hear nothing that he didn't know. Oh, how wrong you are...she though sadly. "Y/n, look at me." she raised her eyes slowly meeting his. "Whatever thing you have done you can tell me. We'll fix it, but I have to know what I'm fighting for."

His words were true. Kaz Brekker didn't care what she had done, he would fight for her no matter what. But this time she had to save him. This time she had to protect him like he had being doing since the beginning.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered. "I-I...Kaz promise me that whatever you are going to see, nothing will change what you think about me."

She was desperate. Her eyes were full of tears. The though of loosing Kaz had revealed her worst nightmare. She was putting him in danger, and she was the only one who could save him. She couldn't allow herself to be selfish once more, she had to fight.

"Nothing will ever change what I think about you, Y/n. I'm Dirtyhands and still you...you had stayed with me." his voice was soft, as they hadn't about ten men with pistols ready to kill them.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered one last time before standing up. He tried to grab her but she moved where he couldn't reach her. He called her name scared. For the first time in his life as Kaz Brekker he was scared, and not for himself. For her life.

"You want me." she said looking the men and bringing her hands over her head. "But do you know who I am?"

"We have the order to bring Y/n Van Eck alive with us." one of them said.

"Who gave you this order?" she asked while her blood ran cold. They knew she was with Kaz, he was in danger.

"Jan Van Eck." the time seemed to froze. Her father knew she was in town, and his soldiers had seen her with Kaz. She couldn't let any of them getting out alive from there, or Kaz would have been more in danger because of her. I'm going to burn all of them, there will be nothing to rescue but ashes.

"And he sent all this men just for me? I'm flattered by how high he thinks about me." she said ironically.

All her talk was distracting them from the main thing. Like in a magic trick she had directed their attention where she wanted, and none of them saw how her hands were slowly moving toward each other. None of them saw that now her wrists were touching and she was ready to rotate her hands.

She gave Kaz one last look. She wanted to see how he looked at her, like someone he could trust, like someone who wasn't a wanted grisha that would value a lot of money in his pocket.

With a deep breath, she rotated her hands quickly and fire ran in her veins until it came out from her hands. For the first time in Ketterdam, she was fighting with her true power.

She let her fire leading her like in an old dance. The shu men yelled scaried but she made sure to not let any of them running away from the doors.

They shooted at her but she burnt the bullets like piece of paper. It felt good. She felt alive again.

She had to focus on her priority, giving Kaz a way out from that place. While she hold a wall of flames in front of her she looked at him ready to see the disappointment in his eyes, but instead he was looking at her amazed.

"Run!" she yelled throwing her fire on a man who was trying to run away.

"I'm not letting you here." he said firmly.

He couldn't believe at his eyes. In front of him stood the Fire Girl he met years ago. She was breathtaking. The flames danced around her in a beautiful dance. Fire was circling her arms and her skin had became brighter. Now he recognized the grisha he knew.

He had been waiting that moment for so long, but he had never tried to push her or ask her something. From what she knew, he wasn't aware of anything, and it hurt him have seen such insecurity in her eyes before.

How could she ever think that he would ever turn his back at her?

She looked him incredulous. "What?" her words had been cut down by a bullet in her waist. She shifted her gaze in front of her and saw the last man standing running away from one of the door.

Everyone around her was burning. Bodies were at the ground but she had no time to think about it. She had to kill the last one or Kaz would have been in danger.

She did to walk but the pain cut her breath making her loose her balance. Kaz stood up without thinking twice taking her body in his arms.

"Easy, Fire Girl. We have to bring you at the Slat, now." he said taking out a white handkerchief from his pocket and putting it on her wound.

"I-I can't...he saw you Kaz. My father will come after you if-if I don't kill him." her breaths were eavy and she had to fight every words. She was aware that without Kaz's arms she would fall on the ground, but she was ready to crowl after that man if it meant keeping Kaz safe.

"Let him come, now my priority is you." he brough a hand under her knees and took her in a bridal style, keeping her thigh to his chest.

"He saw you, Kaz..." she whispered closing her eyes. "He will kill you..."

"He has to get in line, then."

She fainted in his arms, worried for the boy she fell for.

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takaraphoenix · 3 years

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Three Crows and a Goat

Fandom: Shadow and Bone / Grishaverse

Tags: m/m, character introspect, kind of fluff, jealousy, Asexual Kaz

Main Pairing: Kaz/Jesper

Summary: Kaz Brekker wasn't an emotional man, at least not when it came to expressing his emotions. He rather showed it. Like by getting his partner an Emotional Support Goat.

Links: On AO3 / On FFNet

Kaz Brekker wouldn't consider himself a emotional man. That wasn't to say he didn't have emotions; he simply preferred not to broadcast them, or to say them out loud. He was a controlled man, a man who always had control – over himself, his emotions, any situation at hand.

He had been informed that while that made him brilliant at his job, it made him questionable at best as a romantic partner. He wasn't one for physical signs of affection either. Human touch came... hard to him. Very rarely and only with those he truly trusted and loved. So any touch at all was already a huge sign of his affections. Still, when his eyes would wander and he saw other couples, hanging all over each other, constantly touching. It made his skin crawl. And it on occasion woke a strange sense of guilt – not an emotion Kaz experienced too often.

His partner didn't mind. He knew Kaz, knew who Kaz was – and that was who Jesper loved. The whole package, all of it, all of him. Baggage, quirks, issues and all. They had found their own ways of handling some things; Kaz' dislike of touch extended to a sexual level. It wasn't something he desired, even though he was close to Jesper, close enough to touch him on occasions, in reassurance, gently. Not sexually. For long, he had thought those two were linked, the same; he disliked touch, so of course did the thought of touching someone intimately not sit right with him. It was only after he had... fallen in love, that he had come to realize that these two things were not entirely the same, because even when he felt the urge to touch Jesper, it was never in such a manner.

And even that, Jesper was okay with. He'd had such a soft look on his face when he had assured Kaz of that. Yet Kaz knew Jesper was a sexual creature, he was a physical person. And so they had come to an agreement, regarding that. As long as it was purely sex – no emotion, no repeats, no personal details exchanged – Jesper was free to lay with whoever he liked.

On occasion, very rare occasions, Kaz found himself doubtful. Doubtful whether this was enough for Jesper. Because Jesper was not like Kaz – he was an emotional person. He was expressive in his emotions. Affectionate. Perhaps not in the traditional sense either, but still.

All of these factors culminated in Kaz Brekker, feared and respected throughout all of Ketterdam, carrying a fluffy baby goat through the streets. If any of his enemies could see him now-

He tried to carry the fluffy baby goat with as much dignity as he could, but there was very little dignity in carrying a fluffy baby goat. The only thing that kept him going was knowing what the goat was for. He knew both Jesper and Inej had thrown him suspicious and surprised looks when he had volunteered to get the goat; that was a job far beneath Kaz Brekker. There was a reason.

Because Kaz was not too good at showing his emotions. And because Jesper was very expressive in showing what he was feeling at all times. And because Kaz knew what the goat was for.

/break\

On the train, seeing Jesper just completely lose it and have a meltdown, Kaz knew most other partners would have gone over there to comfort him personally, hold him close in a tight, soothing embrace. Kiss him, hold him, make him feel safe. Kaz knew how to do the last of those and on occasions the first two, but this was different. This was on a different level.

"I need you to calm down. Hug the goat, shut the hell up!"

At first, Jesper looked startled. Him and Inej had both suspected the goat to be bait, to be a sacrifice if push came to shove. With furrowed brows did Jesper pick up the goat and gently caress it before hugging it tightly. Kaz could hear him whisper a startled so soft before he wrapped himself around the small furred creature. Fully and completely wrapped around the goat.

Kaz sat stiff, watching with wary eyes. Watching the gentle touch as Jesper caressed the fur, buried his face in the goat's neck, hugging it with both arms. The longer he hugged the goat, the more he calmed down. Physical contact soothed him. This comforted him. And Kaz knew that. He also knew he wouldn't be comfortable trading places with the goat, being hugged with so much intensity, two arms wound tightly, face buried in a neck, full body contact. The thought was overwhelming.

And so Kaz Brekker had gone and organized a goat. A small, soft goat. The one the woman he had gotten it from had assured him was the cutest of the goats. So Jesper would have something, something soft and warm and reassuring. Something to hug.

Perhaps Kaz was not the typical kind of partner, perhaps he couldn't offer Jesper the same things others could. But he was Kaz Brekker and he knew how to make the things he could do count.

The smirk spreading over his lips was pleased and satisfied as he watched his partner calm down enough to get up and get his gun out and shoot with pure, raw precision at any danger threatening them from the outside.

/break\

Kaz ran his hands over his cane. Over the mended parts. It was a love-language in itself, the way Jesper had fixed the cane. Theirs was a subtle way of showing each other their affection, but that did not make it any less strong. Like his hands, his eyes wandered. They were on a ship, about to leave for Ketterdam again. Return home. This mission had been a huge failure all around. Perhaps not a full failure, considering they had seen the 'saint' with their own eyes. Had seen the Sun Summoner, the light, the power, the... miracle. Kaz was not a believer, yet did religion not stop being religion when it was physical and graspable? The girl sitting opposite him was not some fabled saint in some religious tomb to be prayed at. She was no Sun Summoner or Sankta Alina, she was a lost girl. She was a lost girl, a scared girl, as he had seen so many before in his life.

The supposed saint sat between her friend and Inej. Inej, who had barely been able to tear her eyes off Alina since they had met her. There was awe and wonder in Inej's eyes, in a way Kaz had never seen before. Even as she was speaking with Jesper, she could hardly look away from Alina.

"The friends we made along the way."

Kaz quirked an eyebrow at that, looking more intensely at Mal and Alina. They truly expected to keep those two, didn't they? No. Lost girl or not, Kaz wasn't in the habit of keep every stray they met. Though, admittedly, he did invest in one of a kind and there was probably nothing more unique than the Sun Summoner herself. It would make Inej happy, that was for sure.

"I'm talking about Milo," clarified Jesper indignantly when Alina looked to be getting a big head.

"Who's Milo?" wanted Mal to know, confusion all over his face.

It was Inej who rolled her eyes, albeit affectionately. "No one you need to concern yourselves with."

That only made Jesper look even more offended. The goat was supposed to serve one purpose; get Jesper through the train ride safely. Instead, he had... grown attached to the animal. Named it. Bonded with it. Kept bringing it up. Kaz Brekker was not a jealous person in nature – he knew what was his and he made sure they were always clear in what that meant. Yet, inexplicably so, he felt jealous of a goat. A ridiculous motion that he most definitely could not allow anyone to know about. What was, perhaps, even more ridiculous was what followed.

"Mister Brekker. Your... special delivery, sir."

Kaz arched an eyebrow and turned toward the voice. "About time. The ship is about to leave."

He put as much displeasure into his words as possible, though he still took the bag of coins from his belt and handed it over to the young woman, in exchange for... a rope. Jesper next to him gasped m a high-pitched manner as he turned and saw what was on the other end of the rope.

"Milo!" Jesper's voice was loud, drawing unwanted attention and earning a pointed glare from Kaz, causing him to immediately drop his voice. "But how—Where-Why? I thought our funds were dwindled, why would you-?"

As he spoke, or rather rambled in broken half-sentences, he picked up the goat, hugging it close and kissing its head. Kaz made a face at that, though subtly so. Though he may not understand why Jesper felt that way about this creature, he knew the goat was making him happy. Otherwise, Jesper would not have kept bringing it up all the time.

"It seemed like a worthy investment," dismissed Kaz shortly.

Inej was hiding a smile and... Mal made a loud sound. "The goat! The goat that helped me escape!"

He lunged forward and started petting the goat too, much to everyone's surprise. "You too? How?"

"There, in that necklace around its neck, was a bullet. I used it to break my chains. To escape. A good boy, aren't you? Such a good boy!" Mal laughed, ruffling the goat's fur.

"His name is Milo and he is the best boy," agreed Jesper eagerly, petting Milo's flank.

"Milo, is it? Pretty boy," Mal was nearly cooing at that. "How do you know him?"

As Jesper launched into a retelling of how they had first crossed the fold, the other three were left simply staring at them. At least Kaz wasn't the only one watching them in mild disturbance. When Kaz turned a little, Alina had taken a seat next to him.

"You two are a very... different couple," whispered Alina curiously.

"I doubt that is any of your business," stated Kaz just a little coldly.

He wasn't one for chitchat either. Though he had to admit, he was mildly impressed that she had picked up on it. Most people who met Kaz and Jesper didn't realize what they were, that they were partners beyond their work. Perhaps there was a potential to Alina, even beyond being a Sun Summoner. She could be useful. Not that he was making any definite decisions, though he had to admit that it would bring Inej joy. And, looking at Jesper and Mal bonding over a goat, all Kaz saw was yet another argument Jesper and Inej would use to try and convince him to keep Mal and Alina.

"This is very thoughtful of you," continued Alina, not minding him, the smallest smile on her lips.

Kaz opted to ignore her. Perhaps then she would go away. Or stop irritating him. She surely seemed to fit in with them, he mused as he looked back toward Jesper, Mal and the goat.

"Oh. Oh, I'll go and find him something to eat," suggested Mal eagerly. "He deserves it."

Jesper handed the rope over to Mal and let the other lead Milo away. Instead, he turned toward Kaz, basically beaming at him. That expression surely was worth the money spent. Kaz swallowed down the smile fighting its way up onto his own lips. No such things, certainly not in public. Instead, he slowly reached out and rested his hand on Jesper's, holding it gently. If possible, the smile on Jesper's lips brightened even more.

~*~ The End ~*~

#Fanfiction #Kaz x Jesper #Kesper #Kazper #Shadow and Bone #Kaz Brekker #Jesper Fahey #Inej Ghafa #Milo the Goat #Mal Oretsev #Alina Starkov #Ace Kaz #Character Study #SaB Spoilers

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veorlian · 3 years

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sacred rituals

for @kanejweek day 5: love (atypical affection & domesticity)

pairing: Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa

rating: T (they're talking about murder)

set a few weeks pre-canon so only minimal spoilers!

read it on ao3 here

Kaz rarely spent time on the main floor of the Slat unless he had to. He didn’t want the Dregs getting the wrong idea; he wasn’t their friend. Kaz Brekker wasn’t anyone’s friend.

Instead, he spent most of the time in his office, when he wasn’t walking the uneven streets of the Barrel. It was quiet, far removed from the raucous laughter and fighting and close quarters that generally filled the Slat. It was mostly warm, and mostly dry. Generally, everyone left him alone, and that was the way he preferred it.

Almost everyone.

The fact of the matter was this: Kaz preferred solitude, but he always kept his window open. Even on cold nights, when the wind chilled to the bone. Nights like this one. It was a kind of standing invitation, although he would never admit that. It was an invitation that was nearly always accepted.

He glanced down at the papers on his desk, and he felt the air shift almost imperceptibly.

“Hello Inej,” Kaz said, not looking up from his ledgers. The Wraith moved silently into the room, tugging down her hood.

“How do you do that?” she asked, not for the first time. His eyes flicked to hers before looking away.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he said. “Now, what did you find?”

She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she shrugged off her cloak and moved closer to the fire, stoking it from where it had burned down. Kaz pointedly did not pay attention to the way the firelight danced along her hair, the graceful movements of her hands as she warmed them.

“I checked every inch of the washroom, and I don’t have the faintest idea how they pulled it off,” Inej said. “It’s more secure than most mercher safes, from what I’ve seen. No trick tiles, no removable mirror, no vents. The only way in or out is the drain pipes, and I doubt anyone’s managed to train rat assassins.”

“If it was possible, I’d have done it by now,” Kaz replied. Inej snorted, and Kaz’s heart stuttered briefly.

“So that rules out rodent killers, then,” she said wryly. “Floor plan?”

“No trap doors, no secret entrances. No way in or out other than the front door.”

“The locked front door,” Inej finished. “You’d have to walk through walls to get in there. Maybe we’re looking for something otherworldly. Ketterdam’s got no shortage of ghosts.”

“None of whom can hold a knife,” he pointed out. “Present company excepted, of course.”

“Got any theories?” she asked.

He shrugged. “A thousand. None likely.”

“Tell me,” she said. She settled down next to the fire and took out her knives, one by one. There were three new ones, he noted. Soon enough he wouldn’t have to worry about her being injured at all — she was effectively wearing chainmail. Not that he spent time worrying that she’d be injured.

Kaz unfurled the floor plan on his desk and motioned for her to come look. Inej only raised a dark eyebrow.

“I’m half-frozen, Kaz. I’m not getting up until I thaw out,” she said.

“I don’t pay you to relax,” he replied, but he moved over to the fire and set the blueprints down between them. Inej leaned forward, tugging the paper towards her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked more closely.

“Where were the guards positioned?” she asked.

“Here, and here.” Kaz used a pencil to mark down the locations. “The main event was taking place here, and there were people with a view of the door here, here, and over there.” He sketched out the lines of sight, and made a note of the guard rotation.

“Whoever it was, they certainly didn’t make it easy for us,” she murmured.

"I doubt they had us in mind when they made the plan," he said dryly.

"Do you share your rapier wit with everyone, or am I the only one that has to suffer it?" she asked, not looking up from the blueprints.

“I notice you haven't offered any suggestions," he said. "Giving up already, Wraith?”

Her eyes met his, holding his gaze for a moment. “If I figure it out first, I expect waffles.”

He couldn’t help the wry smile that flickered across his face. “Dream on, Inej.”

She had perfected the art of silence, and she didn’t make a sound as she looked over the blueprints. The only sounds Kaz could hear were the gentle crackle of the fire and muffled fighting in the distance, filtering in through the open window. He looked everywhere in the room except at her.

“Alright,” she said at last. “Venomous snakes.”

He must have heard her wrong. “Venomous snakes?”

“Trained venomous snakes. Send them up through the drain pipes, they bite the victim, and then they’re well on their way before anyone’s the wiser.”

“There were no bites reported by my source,” Kaz said.

“That doesn’t mean there weren’t any. You know the coroners of Ketterdam aren’t renowned for their attention to detail. And if someone paid them to look the other way…” she let the sentence hang in the air a moment.

“Corruption and bribery? Awfully cynical of you,” he drawled. “What ever would your Saints say?”

She scoffed. “Moral posturing? From you?”

“Me? I’m a pillar of the community. Never set a foot wrong in my life,” he said, entirely deadpan. The look on her face was something that he might well treasure for years.

“Do you think I’m right or not?” she asked exasperatedly. Kaz shook his head, running a hand through his uneven hair to hide the small smile on his face. He realized with a jolt that he was having fun. It wasn’t a feeling he was familiar with.

“All the pressure coming down from the top brass on this one, I doubt that kind of detail would be left out,” he said.

“And what’s your brilliant suggestion, Kaz?” she shot back. Good question, he thought.

“Easy. They bribed the guards and re-locked the door on the way out.” As he said it, he knew that it was weak. A rookie tactic, not something you’d pull to assassinate a high-ranking politician.

“Too risky,” Inej said, confirming his own thoughts. “Too many people there, and there’s no guarantee the guards wouldn’t sell them out. Like you said, too much pressure from the top brass.”

“I’m open to other ideas,” he replied, crossing his arms. Inej shrugged.

“Maybe he killed himself?”

“No weapons found. It’s like you’re not taking this seriously.”

“Still better than ‘they bribed all the guards and re-locked the door at a crowded political event,’” she said, in a passable impersonation of his voice.

They tossed ideas back and forth, each more unlikely than the last. Inej cleaned her knives, quietly setting each down next to her. The fire slowly burned down, casting long shadows across his office. At some point, Inej went to grab some food from the kitchen downstairs. She brought a mug of hot, bitter coffee and set it down next to him.

“Why, thank you, Inej,” she said, in that same rough impersonation of his voice. “How considerate of you to enable my caffeine addiction. So thoughtful and kind of you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Why would I bother thanking you when you do it for me?” Kaz asked dryly. Inej flashed a rude gesture in his direction before tucking into her dinner.

“It has to have been a Grisha,” Kaz said thoughtfully.

“I’m eating, Kaz, wait a minute,” Inej said around a mouthful of food. She looked pointedly at the second plate she’d brought up. “And it wouldn’t do you any harm to eat something other than coffee.”

Kaz narrowed his eyes at her, but he picked up the food all the same. They were quiet for a few minutes. When she’d finished, Inej shut her eyes and leaned back against the wall. There was a pause, long enough that Kaz began to wonder if she’d fallen asleep.

“That’s not how Grisha work,” she said at last.

“We’ve ruled out every other option,” Kaz argued.

“If Nina or Jesper could pull off something like this, we’d know about it,” she replied.

“And they’re the experts?”

“Certainly more than you are.”

“...I suppose.”

Inej raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Is Kaz Brekker admitting that I’m right?”

“Don’t push your luck, Wraith,” he warned. Her smile widened, and Kaz felt dizzy looking at her. He focused on his too-bitter coffee instead. He heard her let out a sigh.

“I don’t like this, Kaz,” she murmured. “If there’s someone this dangerous out there, I want to know who they are and what they're after.”

He risked a glance at her. The candlelight haloed her face in a way that bordered on angelic. He wondered — not for the first time — if her hair was as soft as it looked.

“I'm sure we'll find out. Someone with this kind of power won’t stop at one hit. I know I wouldn’t.” His voice was calm, but she was right. Anyone that could walk through walls was a very real threat, if only because they were competition.

“Should I go back to have a second look?” she asked. Kaz shook his head.

“If there was a way to crack this, we would’ve figured it out. The truth will come out sooner or later. This city leaks information like a sieve.”

They wouldn’t learn how it had been done for a few weeks. But by then, of course, they had other things to worry about.

#domesticity for kaz and inej is discussing crime and i love that about them #six of crows #kanej week 2021 #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #finished prompts

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mizelophsun11 · 3 years

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Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 5

Pairing - Right now it is still General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner, when it switches to Kaz Brekker x OC Sun Summoner I mention it in the pairing

Summary - Everything is changing with rapid pace and it is up to Anna to keep up with everything that is happening. While she might be struggling at times, she is also to seep up a good front and make a friend along the way.

Word Count - 1800

Anna was taken to her new room by the Oprichniki of the Little Palace, once she was shoved inside the doors were closed behind her. The sun had already begun to set so she knew that there wouldn’t be a lot of time to explore. Deep down, Anna knew that she should be upset right now, her entire life was thrown out of control. However, she felt like there were no tears for her to shed, her time with General Kirigan had watered down her sadness. Anna walked around the room, she found an attached room with a bathtub, it was all very elaborate. She walked back into the main room seeing a desk, noticing that there was paper and a pen on the desk. Anna thought of writing letters to her friends so that they could continue to stay in touch, she hoped that maybe she would be able to get them to the Little Palace. Anna walked over to the desk and began to write a letter she would send to Mal and Alina.

Dear Mal and Alina,

If you are getting this then you know I have arrived at the Little Palace, everything is so fancy here, I even have a bathtub. I almost don’t know where to start, everything has happened in such a short amount of time it’s all too much. I want you two to be here so badly, everything just feels overwhelming and maybe if you were both by my side I wouldn’t feel like this. Hopefully I can get you two to the Little Palace at some point, maybe I could show you both around. Please, I need to hear from you two to know that you are both alright, I will try to make sure you are both able to get here to the Little Palace soon.

Sincerely,

Anna Mizeloph

After finishing her letter Anna decided that it would be a good idea to get some sleep, she had no idea what would be going on tomorrow. Before she got into bed Anna went through every compartment in her room and eventually found a knife. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and took some of her clothes off so she would be more comfortable when she slept. Anna pulled the comforter back and got into the bed, once she got under her comforter and closed her eyes she began to dream. Snow, Anna had remembered how this dream went, she turned around and saw the magnificent stag. She had only dreamt of the stag when she felt lost. As Anna stepped closer to the stag she felt like everything was at peace and there was nothing to worry about. However, as soon as her dream had begun, Anna was awoken by a knock at the door. She quickly sat up and set her hand near the pillow with the knife under it, but as maids walked in she sighed and swung her legs over to the side of the bed.

Genya walked up to her and looked over her once “Saints, have you ever bathed?” she brought her hand up to Anna's face looking at a few scars “and what happened to your face? This is going to be a bit more of a challenge than I previously thought” she sighed and snapped her fingers to get the maids attention “fetch my kit” the maids in the room scrambled around and a few of them brought Anna over to the tub in the attached room

They began to undress her and Anna almost wanted to fight them but she knew that they were only doing their job. Still, she had never had this much attention so of course she was going to be feeling self conscious. Once she was out of her clothes she stepped into the tub that now had warm water in it. Anna had never had such a nice wash before, the water had always been cold, for the first time being clean was comfortable.

However, the maids were not being too kind in scrubbing her arms “hey! You don’t have to be that harsh, you’ll rub my skin off if you keep doing that” Anna said pulling her arm away from the maids “plus I can wash myself thank you very much” she took the spunge and began to wash herself glaring at the maids

Genya smiled a little, she hated having the maids around so it was nice to know Anna did not like them like she did “In an hour, you will be presented to King Pyotr and General Kirigan has asked that I make you look presentable”

“Wait, what did you just say? I am to meet the king? Oh my..” Anna could not believe that she would be meeting with one of the most influential men in Ravka

“Yes, in an hour” Genya said trying to stress that preparations needed to be done quickly

“Oh..” Anna realized that all of this talking was wasting time

“Yes ‘Oh’ so lets get on with it” she motioned for the maids to get her out of the tub and give her a robe

“Oh my, what is this material?” she had never worn something so comfortable underneath her fingers then put it on

Genya looked at Anna rubbing the robe “it’s Velvet”

Anna smiled holding the robe close to her body “this feels absolutely wonderful” she had never worn something that felt so nice

Genya could tell that the robe meant a lot to Anna, it crossed her mind, wondering what other luxuries had Anna been denied “alright.. Now where to start with you”

“I would start with her hair color, make her look less like she just got her head shoved in snow” some of the other maids giggled at the comment

Genya glared at the maid and clapped her hands “everyone out, Now!” the maids stopped giggling and quickly rushed out of the room

Anna watched them leave then grasped onto a piece of her hair, twirling it between her fingers, feeling self conscious about it again. She had hoped that maybe once she was in the Little Palace her white hair wouldn’t be something that people pointed at. Genya looked at Anna and noticed that she was touching her hair and sighed.

“Your hair is beautiful” Genya smiled a little approaching Anna

Anna looked at Genya “really? Thank you..” there was one boy who had once called her hair beautiful in Ketterdam, it had been so long ago. Alina and Mal always said that they liked her hair and that it was cool looking, but they hadn’t used beautiful before

“I am glad you hate those miserable maids as much as I do, I don’t pick my staff the Queen assigns them to me, I wish she wouldn’t, but there isn’t much that I can do about it” Genya started to get her things in order to help Anna look good

“Yeah they definitely seem like a rude bunch who don’t know how to keep their mouths shut” Anna said making Genya laugh a little, Anna laughed a little too “um.. Could you please not change my hair? It’s strange, but for once in my life I don’t want it to be changed”

“Well I am glad you don’t want it to be changed because I didn’t want to change it to begin with” Genya started to work on Annas face tailoring the scars she had “I want to make sure that you don’t look terrible, some of this is on the surface, but there are other pieces that run deeper”

“You are a Healer? I thought they normally stayed on the front lines with the Second Army” Anna asked as she was handed a mirror and saw that the scars she once had on her face where gone

“I’m a Tailor, I can fix and modify, the Second Army wouldn’t have much use for me on the front lines” Genya said as she continued working and went to Anna's hair making it look soft and well kept

“I’ve never met a Tailor before.. Why is that?” she asked, liking that she was learning more about Grisha

“I’m almost as rare as you, though I’d hardly say saving the Queen from sagging tits makes me as important as you” Anna laughed a little, Genya smiled and continued “This only last for a few days, but it be enough for now to meet the king, after we can work on that hair of yours to always keep it soft”

As Genya started working on the final touches to make sure that Anna was presentable for the king. There was more Anna wanted to find out about the Tailor who was working on her appearance. One of those questions was when she had been tested, for Anna she did not know much about being tested to be Grisha as a child. After all she had been thrown to the side when testing came and went, she never understood why and sometimes wished she had asked.

“So.. um how old were you when you were tested? You don’t have to answer, but I was just curious” Anna asked kindly not sure if it was a sore subject or not

Genya smiled at Anna’s kindness “I don't mind talking about it.. The testers found me when I was 11. That is when General Kirigan gifted me to the Queen, but I have been working on myself since I was 3”

Anna was blown away “3? Since you were 3? That is amazing” but then suddenly it dawned on her “wait.. Wait! I cannot go in front of the king!” she started to panic, Genya noticed and through of what she could do to help her calm down so she gently began to brushed her fingers through Anna's hair

“You can and you will, there is nothing to worry about” Genya’s fingers lingered through Anna’s hair

“I have done no formal training, I need to have more time to prepare, I haven’t even known I was Grisha for two days!” Anna in the moment felt Genyas fingers run through her hair and started to calm down

“Maybe you’ve only been aware for two days” Genya said, Anna looked up at her and took a deep breath feeling Genyas hands running through her hair. Anna smiled a little remembering when Kaz would run his fingers through her hair when she was scared. Anna was quickly brought back to the present “but you have been a Grisha your whole life” she continued to run her fingers through Anna’s hair making a mental note that this was the best way to calm her down when it is just them “and now you are here to tear down the Fold”

Author Note - Thank you so much for all of the support! I am extremely thankful to the ones who have been reblogging my chapter. I also love seeing the comments everyone is leaving so if you would like to write one I look forward to reading it! I also am thrilled about my growing tag list! If you would like to be added just let me know and I will try my best to add you! I just had someone added and their name is not popping up, but if this happens to you I will personally messages you when a chapter is added!

Tag List - @rika90 @itsemy01 @hotleaf-juice @teatimeforusreaders @benbarnes-supremacy @graciefullygracie @aleksanderwh0r3 @klaudosh

#shadow and bone #sun summoner #shadow and bone fanfiction #the grisha series #grisha fic #grishaverse #ben barnes #freddy carter #general kirigan #kaz brekker #general kirigan x reader #kaz brekker x reader

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Everything You Need to Know about “Shadow and Bone” on Netflix (*UPDATED: POSSIBLE LANGUAGE OF THORNS ADAPTATION INFO)

Since it’s recently been confirmed that we’d be getting S&B content in a few days (finally!), I thought I’d compile and summarize as much info as I could to refresh everyone’s memories! Please spread the word/share this post to those who aren’t up to date! (I’ve seen some people online who are worried about how it’s going to turn out, and I’d like to be able to hopefully reassure those people)

Now, there’s a LOT of stuff, so there’s always the chance I missed/forgot something. This post will be split up into categories based on type of info, so here we go! I went back and listened to/watched both of the big live streams (NYCC and the S&B Charity Competition), went on the Grishaverse Reddit, etc. to find as much (extra/bonus) stuff as I could. (If I missed anything/got something wrong, please feel free to leave a comment!)

Update: A lot of people have been asking where it was confirmed we were getting content soon. I found out from one of the update accounts I follow.

Thanks for reading, everyone!

General/Key Info About the Show

-This first season will be adapting both “Shadow and Bone” and what has been dubbed a “Book 0″ (most likely meaning prequel/backstory/set-up) for “Six of Crows” -In relation to the above point, the timelines are being brought together for the show. (Normally in the books, the two series are set two years apart)(We don’t know how exactly or what this means for the story, but I have a really interesting theory that I thought up in relation to this, message me if you’d like to hear it.) -Leigh acknowledges and understands that some of us have doubts and are worried about the show, but she has publicly assured us (numerous times) of how much she loves the show and cast, how well she thinks the crew/writers did in bringing the Grishaverse to life, etc. See a later point below in the Facts/Tidbits section -The first season will have 8, one-hour long episodes -Alina has been made half Shu (half Asian) for the show! Leigh stated that was decided on after she and Eric had a lengthy discussion on Alina’s character. -The main cast (as in confirmed to be in all episodes) is comprised of Jessie Mei Li (as Alina), Archie Renaux (as Mal), Ben Barnes (as the Darkling), Freddy Carter (as Kaz), Amita Suman (as Inej), and Kit Young (as Jesper) -Wylan and Nikolai are NOT in the first season. (Nikolai didn’t appear until the second book, and Leigh confirmed that at this point in the story, the Crows had not met Wylan yet.) -Other cast members include Danielle Galligan (as Nina), Calahan Skogman (as Matthias), Daisy Head (as Genya), Sujaya Dasgupta (as Zoya), Luke Pasqualino (as David), Julian Kostov (as Fedyor), Simon Sears (as Ivan), Zoe Wanamaker (as Baghra), and more! -The Darkling will also be called “General Kirigan” in the show. From what we know, The Darkling will be the “enemy” to Ravka (so in essence, General Kirigan is his alias/fake persona (what he’ll most likely be referred to for most of the show), and no one knows that he’s actually their enemy. (Meaning it’ll most likely a super big moment when they learn their general was actually the Darkling in disguise)). -The show was shot on location in Budapest, Hungary. (And additional filming took place this past fall in Vancouver) -In order, the 8 episodes are titled the following: “A Searing Burst of Light”, “We’re All Someone’s Monster”, “The Making at the Heart of the World”, “Otkazat’sya”, “Show Me Who You Are”, “The Heart is An Arrow”, “The Unsea”, & “No Mourners”.

Other (Fun) Facts/Tidbits About the Show

-Upon seeing Jessie’s audition, Leigh loved her audition/portrayal of Alina so much that she apparently stated that she wanted her to play Alina or she’d be out of the project. She was sent five auditions to watch, Jessie’s was the third, and she said she didn’t bother watching the rest of them. -Leigh stated that she and Eric Heisserer (the creator of the show) said they were on the same page from the first meeting. All other past meetings with producers and companies about possible adaptations had left her with a bad feeling, but she said they’d had the same ideas about inclusion, story, staff, etc. She said she’s loved the respect he’s shown towards the work (and, in a way, to us the fans) -Netflix apparently also has the rights to adapt “The Language of Thorns” , though we’ve gotten no info on that adaptation yet. (UPDATE: I just watched a Leigh Bardugo event from Feb 2019 (a few weeks after the show was first announced, I think): As of that day, she said that she thought that they were going to use LoT more for "texture” (IMO that might mean worldbuilding?) in the show. And I don’t know if she was talking about LoT specifically because she was very vague, but she said that there were certain things in the show that she thinks readers will be really excited about. Again, this was over a year ago, back when they were still in pre-production and stuff, so don’t take my word for it. Besides this, I couldn’t find anything else relating to a possible LoT adaptation. Maybe they’ll have the stories from LoT appear as actual folk tales told in the show, and that’s the “adaptation”? IDK. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpHnw8Ygw5c&t=1906s)) -Leigh is an exec. producer on the show! I’m no expert, so I don’t know how much say/power she had in the process, but she definitely had some. -There is a RAVKAN edition of the “Shadow and Bone” book that Leigh says makes a cameo in the show! -Jesper’s guns had custom etchings done on them by a Hungarian antique gunsmith! (And they were so good that Leigh and Eric said that it looked like it belonged in a museum--they were also described to be quite heavy!) -Eric Heisserer is the creator of the show, he is an award-winning writer, well known for “Arrival”, “Bird Box”, and more. (If I remember correctly, Leigh said that he’d reached out to her about making the show!) -A DeKappel painting (maybe the one owned by Van Eck?) was confirmed to be in the pilot episode. -Pekka Rollins and Tante Heleen have been confirmed to be in the first season, but their casting has (up to this point) not yet been revealed. -Bo Yul-Bayur is confirmed to be in the show! (Though Kuwei has not) -Leigh will have a cameo in (I think) Episode 5! She will be wearing a Materialki kefta and will be opening a door, if I remember correctly. -A lot of the crew was also extremely passionate about the project and fans of the books -The “Lives of Saints” book that was published in October is an actual book/prop that is appearing in the show! -I’m personally fine with Mal, but Leigh says that Archie is going to change everyone’s minds with his portrayal! -The costume designer for the show is Wendy Partridge, known for her work on “Thor: The Dark World”, “Pompeii”, and more! -The composer for the show is Joe Trapanese, known for composing for “The Greatest Showman”, “Straight Outta Compton”, “Lady and the Tramp”, and more! At the NYCC Grishaverse panel, they revealed a little bit of the score (”Grisha Theme”): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFxIEbsHKJA

Fun Cast/On Set Stories/Facts

-The cast all loves each other, and are all extremely passionate about this show, which is great! (Leigh said that on her second visit to the set, she heard them singing together) -Leigh says that Ben Barnes once snuck up behind her on her first day on set and scared her by whispering “Fine, make me your villain” -Freddy’s favorite Grishaverse book is “Six of Crows”, but most specifically the first line of chapter 2 (”Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason.”) -Jessie would apparently come to set on some of her days off to support the cast and crew! -Sujaya has stated that her favorite Grishaverse character is Nikolai! (#Zoyalai) -Freddy has become famous/popular with the fandom, one of the reasons being because he often comments on posts/live streams asking something along the lines of “What was it like working with Freddy Carter? xoxo” -Danielle loves Nina and her journey in “King of Scars” -According to a Tweet, Freddy and Leigh said that there had been a scene with “a very pesky gate”--Freddy said that it “wouldn’t be proper to tweet the expletives [he] used that day” and that he thinks he “scarred” Amita and Eric. -Amita’s favorite thing about Inej is her silence, and her favorite Grishaverse book is “Six of Crows” (as of May, where we learned this during a live-stream, she said she’s read it three times and listened to the audiobook twice.) -There was a waffle truck on set on the last day of shooting! -Calahan says that if he could play any other Grishaverse character, he’d want to play Nikolai! -While she did work with the trainer to get more physically fit, Amita learned most of her knife techniques by herself! -Leigh said she cried a lot while on set! (She said there was one scene they were shooting that she has a very clear, vivid memory of writing many years back--based on the context of which she was talking about it, if I had to guess, I’d guess she’s describing the Winter Fete.) -Leigh also said that on one of her first days on set, it was funny/weird to see all the extras in First Army uniforms chilling on their phones, drinking coffee, etc. -One of Calahan’s favorite character dynamics in the books is the dynamic between Kaz and Matthias -There was a moment where Amita was fully in costume and doing amazing, graceful knife work, only to trip and fall when she’d finished. -Amita and Jessie and Sujaya were best friends on set. -Sujaya loved everything about playing Zoya. (Especially her confidence) -Leigh says one of her favorite props was Kaz’s cane, especially because of what it meant to her and the story. -If he could be any Grisha order, Calahan says he’d want to be a Corporalki -Calahan loves Matthias’s journey/arc. -Kit’s favorite Grishaverse book is “Crooked Kingdom”!

Links

-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X65iI1YXrbU (NYCC Grishaverse Panel) -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHou5rVs6o0 (S&B Talent Show Charity Live Stream ft. the S&B Cast!--the IG video got taken down because Archie deleted his IG account and switched to a new one) -https://www.netflix.com/title/80236319 (”Shadow and Bone” on Netflix!) -https://twitter.com/shadowandbone_ (Official “Shadow and Bone” Twitter!) -https://www.instagram.com/shadowandbone/?hl=en (Official “Shadow and Bone” Instagram!) -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRh-Pmbynww (Annoucement made by cast when filming wrapped! (can be found on the social media accounts, but here’s a link to YT)) -https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bpY8uLtyB4 (A S&B Cast Crack video by HeartPhantom--it highlights a lot of the inside jokes and memes that we’ve gotten to witness among the cast, and also just generally shows off how hilariously chaotic everyone is (this cast is the definition of chaotic good, lol))

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