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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 15 days

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The way of the water

request: can i have some kaz x grisha!reader where she's a tidemaker and during a heist he falls into the water and she uses her powers to pull him out and helps him through a panic attack? hurt/comfort and preferably established relationship pls and thx

a/n I am so tired that I do not know what this is. And I really apologize if it is bad.

warning: drowning?, fear of water, not really played into his touch aversion.

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Kaz was convinced that you were simply his best investment. A quick and smart way of dealing with his fear of water. He had torn earth and sky. Put at least five bullets between different merchants' eyes before he found you locked in a glass tomb. For a moment, you looked repulsive to him. Floating in the water like a corpse. But then again, he remembered the gossip. The way the creature was forced into a trance. It had been the only way to drag you out of the village the salesman had raided once the word about your kind spread. Just you didn’t remind him of a creature...

“Unlock her," Kaz had muttered to Jasper, who had stood gaping like a fish himself, “and I don’t know... offer her water." Kaz had glanced one more time at you. “Very funny, boss," Jasper hissed. “You do know that she could bite my head off and drown me once I...", but Jasper was only met with a slam of the door.

The weeks that followed left Kaz both satisfied and frustrated. You had tried to run only five times in a span of two weeks. In an angry haze, Kaz had locked you against the staircase railing. Much to everyone’s displeasure. But then he only managed to sit in his office for an hour before he found himself reaching for his cane.

“Extend your leg," he muttered, watching as the droplets fell to the floor. Your angry eyes darted toward him. “Sometimes I’m glad you can’t move blood," he muttered under his breath. “Careful, maybe you don’t know all of my tricks," you huffed, pulling your chained leg beneath yourself. Kaz inhaled deeply. He needed you. There was no use in you if you just sulked.

“You do know that I wasn’t the one who brought you here. I saved you from a very bleak existence. You should be thankful," he said blankly. “My apologies; you want me to bow or kneel?”, you scowled back. “I don’t want to exploit you, I..." Kaz swallowed thickly. He hadn’t told anyone why he had been so close to obsessively looking for you. He was sure they had found their conclusions on their own. “I need your help," he finished.

Kaz watched as curiosity flicked in your gaze. He knew that you weren’t going to ask. You could very well just sit there for hours. “I don’t like... I have a complicated relationship with water." For some reason, Kaz was waiting for you to start laughing. Make a joke. But the expression on your face didn’t change. If anything, the harsh frown eased up. “It… I had to be near corpses during the plague”, Kaz pulled at the suit he was wearing as his throat slowly closed up with anxiety. But then, in a heartbeat, the air in the room shifted. The dripping of the leaks in the roof faded to nothing. Kaz lifted his head to assess the droplets turning to mist the moment they entered the room. Once he glanced back down, he found you standing with the chained leg extended to him. He held your gaze for a moment before nodding. A silent understanding taking shape between you both.

“It’s an easy job. Pick up the document and go." It had been a while since any job had come into Kaz’s view. One he would like to take on, at least. Until now. He needed that handbook, the new shipment trades, and the new substance that had leaked into the market. “Worst-case scenario, there’s a harbor," Kaz tapped onto the map. His eyes caught yours across the room. He had sworn to never involve you in the Six Crows business but caved in after watching you wilt into nothing for weeks. So now he just offered you the safest job he could find. To stand watch. To leave false trails. To watch his back if a big body of water was near.

“Fourth floor. You will go through here." Kaz quickly averted his gaze. “I will scale the outside wall." He could hear the sharp breath you had taken in. He knew why. The side wall was bordered by the edge of the dock. Kaz swallowed thickly and said, “Get me that fucking book," before folding the map up and showing it into the top drawer of the desk.

The salty water kissed your skin as you slowly walked into the waves. You knew that Kaz watched you from his spot. You could feel his eyes on you. It had been weird the last few months. Going from full terror to finding a strange family of sorts. Yet still, it was Kaz who intrigued you the most. It was unusual the relationship between you two. If you could even call it that. You rarely talked, but then it never felt like you had to. He understood. And when he wanted you to be there when he tried to overcome his fear of water, you would just linger there. Like a phantom touch. Guarding him. And then he would stand there looking at you for hours. Eyes pouring more than words could ever tell.

You are the one watching him now. Like a shadow. Crawling up the wall. Each move is calculated, each move is planned out. Covered by the waves crashing against the shore. It always bugged you in the moments when you couldn’t see him. When he was inside the building, outside of your sight. You couldn’t protect him there. Even if Jasper had told you time after time that it was you and all of them that needed saving from Kaz, not the other way around.

A loud bang sent your head shooting up to the balcony. Voices following through. Shouts. Glass braking. The light flickering on throughout the whole upper floor. One that was supposed to stay undisturbed. Your own heart picked up in pace. Then the dark coat appeared, swaying in the wind. Another figure leaped upfront. The two wrestle in the tight spaces. A loud snap. And there it was. The time stopped still as a flash of Kaz’s face eliminated by the moon glimpsed by right as his body was forced over the railing. You had barely managed to swallow his name while diving into the waves. Forcing your body to move as fast as possible.

The free fall felt short, but the impact of the water felt as if Kaz had been drowning for an eternity. He didn’t even realize that he was falling into the water. He was prepared for hard ground. But the panic that filled his body when he was submerged made him let out a gasp. Filling his lungs with salty water. Memories of the past clasped clammy hands all over him, dragging him deeper and deeper. The light from the moon fading away.

And then it’s as if he’s wrapped in an invisible net. Kaz blinks once, and it’s you there. Right in front of him. By some absolute stupidity, he tries to call out your name. Letting more water into his lungs. Your eyes grow big, and then your fingers are grasping for him. Kaz catches that apologetic expression on your face before you pull him closer to you. Lips crashing into his, and at once it feels as if his lungs don’t remember how to breathe or how to welcome that gust of oxygen. But he’s holding onto you regardless. Feeling the fear fade away until it all goes black.

“Look at me," you frantically tap at Kaz’s cheek. Breathing heavily. The very tips of the waves still kissing your legs. You didn’t have enough energy to pull you both out fully. Feet slipping beneath the wet sand. Making you fall over, with Kaz’s body following right with you. "Kaz," you press your ear against his chest, trying to listen for a heartbeat, but you’re too anxious and too shaky to distinguish anyway.

“Why aren’t you waking up? Wake up!" You whine in frustration, pressing your lips against his now-blue ones. A kiss from you had to be enough. Had to breathe him back to life. You couldn’t have been too late. Couldn’t have. And then Kaz jerks, sitting up in a rush, his pained coughs slipping past his lips. You don’t dare to touch him now. You know he doesn’t like it. You had already overstepped as it was, but now.

“What the fuck?", he hissed through clenched teeth, making you drop your gaze. “Are you out of your mind?”, Kaz was coughed once again. Now you could see a sharp gash in his forehead. Still leaking blood. Your fingers traced the wet sand. “I saved it," you muttered, handing him the book he had come for—one that fell alongside him into the water. Kaz rips it out of your grasp, throwing it to the side. His fingers wrap around your wrist. “Are you insane?”, he hisses, pulling you closer. “You could have gotten hurt; they could have very well shot at you." His words hit you like a blow, leaving you speechless as you glanced up at him.

“Your arm." You want to laugh at how insane this is. Had you too hit your heads? Why is he concerned with... “What happened to your hand?” Kaz demands, making you glance down at the torn flesh. He was too heavy for you to lift up the dock. You tried. Unfortunately, that resulted in you slipping, and since you were too afraid to let go of his body, your arm met the sharp edge of the hook that was left carelessly there.

The sound of the shirt being ripped makes you blink. And here he stands. Taring his shirt up before grasping your hand as he wraps it around. “Your head," you mutter, "You," "It’s a scuff," Kaz grunts, his fingers shaking the longer he touches you. You back away slightly, not wanting him to do something he’s uncomfortable with. But Kaz’s wild eyes meet yours, making you still. “Next time," he breathes out, “Next time, you swim away without looking back.”

He drops your arm, turning away from you. Brushing his shaky fingers through his messy hair. “There will be no next time," you mutter, making Kaz turn around so quickly it makes you jolt. “There will be no next time," you continue once again, “because I will be right there, right under, and you will never get to feel what drowning feels like." Your hands wrap into fists as angry tears roll down your face. Kaz shakes his head. “You silly girl," he huffs, stopping closer to you. Not daring to touch you, but enough to feel your body close. Enough to feel whatever that is left of both of your bodies's warmth bouncing off of each other. Kaz takes a deep breath, "I would rather drown over and over again than see you get hurt again.”

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hauerhoetime · 1 year

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Lockpick

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary: you're injured on a job and Kaz finds you

Run. That’s the only word pulsing through your mind. Everything went wrong and now here you were running through the dirty and wet streets of The Barrel. Now how did you end up here? Well the answer is two simple words; Kaz Brekker. Well maybe not simple but still.

You have been working for Kaz for a handful of years and have watched him become somewhat of a myth amongst fellow Barrel rats. You however have not. You prefer to stick to the shadows and fight with the other shadowdwellers than bare your teeth in the light. That however is a conversation for another day.

Through your many days and nights working for Kaz you have proven time and time again that you are more than trustworthy. That and only that is why you were given this job. Alone. You were to do the simple task of breaking and entering into one of the Merchant Councils houses and take his wife's jewelry box. That was it. All you had to do. Clearly however that’s not how it went.

Just as you grabbed the box off of the pristine and perfectly white counter of the dark bathroom you were suddenly bathed in light. “Well you aren’t no bastard of The Barrel but that don’t matter to me” you turned your head towards the voice and squinting through the nearly blinding light you can barely make out the face of a Stadwatch officer. Fuck.

Time seemed to stop for just a moment before all hell broke loose. You made a dive for the window you had just entered from and the officer made a dive for you. He missed.

You wanted to take a deep breath in celebration but you knew the Stadwatch; where there was one there were many. You didn’t know why or how but they expected you- well Kaz- to come for the box that was now being roughly shoved in the bag you had slung over your shoulder. You took three great strides across the roof before you quickly slid down the drain pipe.

“HEY!” You heard being yelled from your right. You didn’t even take a second to look before running to your left. You already knew who was there and they weren’t people you really wanted to meet. You didn’t know the best route off the property anymore, there are too many unknown factors. Well the best option here seems to be blindly run to try and make it out of here with this stupid box.

“Whatever's in here better be worth it Brekker” You can't help but murmur to yourself as you run your mad dash to the bushline at the back of the yard. You’re running a huge risk going through the nearly open yard while men with guns are chasing you but you don’t see any other option. “Better be fuckin’ worth it.”

You make it to the bushline and push through the shrubbery as fast as you possibly can, definitely acquiring a few dozen scratches but you must ignore your stinging skin and push on.

Taking half a second to assess your surroundings you find yourself in some rich snob neighborhood and honestly your brain can’t move fast enough to tell you where you are so you make the only logical choice that you can think of; run west. You may not know the street but you know directions. If you had the time you'd thank the random old man you stole your first compass from as a kid but alas you didn't have a moment to spare.

You could hear the footsteps chasing you but you had the advantage of distance. Distance you couldn’t afford to lose. You made a break for The Barrel because then you’d be back in your wheelhouse- not the Stadwatche’s. They may patrol the main streets but they don’t know the back alleys and the little holes to hide.

Less than ten minutes later you finally made it to the bustling and grimy streets of The Barrel. You lost some of the ground you had but you'd take anything you could get at this point.

And that’s how you got here. Running through the hustle and bustle of the city of sinners. You nearly fall on your ass as you skid around a corner trying your best to throw off the Stadwatch. You have almost fallen a handful of times during your run but you’ve always had a talent for saving yourself just before you ate shit.

You couldn’t bring them to the Crow Club or the Slat. They could guess you were one of Kaz’s crew but you couldn’t give them the confirmation. You devised a plan to run through the northern end of The Barrel towards West Stav. The crowds of West Stav would provide some much needed cover and provide the veil needed to disappear.

Every step you took felt like you were losing more and more ground and you were running out of energy and once you turned a corner and were running into West Stav your worst nightmare came true. You turned onto a straight shot and the crowds you were counting on were thin at best. That's when you felt it. A quick horrible sting in your left shoulder. Shit. You’ve been shot.

You kept pushing and pushing, running as fast as you could without aggravating your shoulder. You took a chance that you hadn’t even dared to take yet. You looked behind you to see how many there were. Two. That’s two more than you'd like but you honestly expected worse.

Ducking into one last alleyway between two pleasure houses you climbed a pipe over a small separation wall and sank down to the other side hoping it was enough to hide. You’ve lost a lot of blood and your shoulder was consuming every thought after your hurried and frantic climb.

You tried to quiet your rapid breathing as you heard the officers enter the alley and kick around some piles of trash in search of you. Luckily they were apparently inexperienced enough not to know how to climb a pipe. Stupid assholes.

Now the real fear set in. Bleeding alone in a dark corner in West Stav. Who would find you? Would they even look? Well Kaz might look for the box but he wouldn’t care if you died in this dark dingy hell hole would he?

Your head begins to feel light and the world begins to spin. Oh god this was faster than you thought. Was this it? Is this where you die?

“Don’t you dare close your eyes” You hear a sharp voice quickly approaching you.

You lift your head and keep your eyes as wide as you can. That’s when you see him. The tall dark shadow of a man, Kaz Brekker. “You found me-?” your voice was weak and scratchy as if you hadn't spoken in the last three years.

“You have a love for the north end of The Barrel. You were late to the Slat and so I came to look and to my surprise I found a foot chase'' he crouched down on the ground next to me.

“I was trying to find a shadow to hide in” you crack a smile. Just a few moments ago you were convinced that you were going to die in this dark disgusting corner and your body was going to rot before you were found but now here you were being saved by your angel. Don’t ever tell him you just called him an angel.

“Lean forward for me” he basically ignored you and your joke but he placed his gloved hand on your side in an attempt to pull you forward.

“I got the box” you croak out as you attempt to lean forward but admittedly he was doing most of the work for you.

“I knew you would.” he spoke as he pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and wrapped it tightly around your shoulder. The pain was almost blinding as he tied the strip in place but as every second passed the pain became more manageable.

Can you stand up?” he was almost entirely focused on getting you out of this alley and back home as safe as he could. You slowly moved onto your knees and tried your best to rise but ended up stumbling to your knees once again. Kaz’s hand that wasn’t gently resting on your back shot out for your arm only pulling back when he remembered it was your injured arm. “Here let me help you” he mumbled as he scurried to your other side allowing- encouraging you to grab into his clothed forearm to aid you in pulling yourself from the ground.

Once he got you off the damp ground he pulled your uninjured arm around his shoulders and started walking you out of the alleyway onto a street that was crawling with a mix of tourists and Barrel fiends. Great, there's the crowd you were counting on.

The walk was silent for a few minutes but what you thought to be the elephant in the room was crushing you. “Kaz I’m sorry for fucking up the job”

“Don’t worry about it, that was my fault I left too many clues and sent you into the trap.” He didn’t look at you even once while taking the blame.

“I could have chosen a better route, I could have found some slippery way out Kaz I didn’t need to stick to a beaten path.”

“Don’t blame yourself. It’s my fault, okay? You did good with what you had. You even got the box” the longer he talked the more pain he let into his voice “Now will you please just stop saying it’s your fault?” He glanced at you once. One glance was enough for you to see underlying panic in his eyes.

You didn’t talk for the rest of the walk back to The Slat. The Slat was further than the Crow Club but you couldn’t really waltz into a gambling house with a bullet wound subtly. The silence was no longer anxiety inducing from the apologies that wanted to spew out of your mouth but instead you could feel the slightly frantic panic radiating from the quiet man beside you. Fear of your death.

Once you walked into The Slat there were a few heads that turned toward the pair. “Don’t ask” Kaz’s voice boomed across the room with so much authority that even you felt startled. Without another word he walked you up the stairs and as much as it pained his leg he ignored it as he pulled you toward the room at the top of the stairs.

Every step you took you felt more and more woozy and slowly you were relying on Kaz more and more to pull you up. To say you were grateful when he basically kicked the door to his room open would be an understatement.

“You can leave me in the bathroom Kaz I’ll take care of it” you croak out trying to take as much of your weight as you can.

“Are you crazy-?” Kaz stopped in his tracks as he looked at you; his face filled with a mix of confusion and anger. “I didn’t take you this far just to let you die in a Barrel bathroom, MY Barrel bathroom at that”

“What do you care if I die? You have other employees much more capable than me” You mumble as you go to take a step by yourself towards his bathroom.

He felt you pulling away and not even a second later you began to drop. He jolted forward to catch your weight once again. “You are an incredibly valuable asset to my team. Now if you would please allow me to make sure you survive the night” he spoke through gritted teeth.

All the fight that was in you previously left your body. All you could bring yourself to do was nod helplessly. Once he was satisfied with your compliance he took you to the bathroom and propped you up against the vanity.

“Thank you Kaz. Thank you for everything” you say as he rolls up his sleeves and opens a small cupboard looking for something.

“Stop talking like you’re going to die” he emerges with a rag and a bottle. He opened the bottle and soaked the rag completely and then turned to you. You knew that it would hurt but once he pulled the makeshift wrap off your shoulder and pushed the wet rag to the wound you felt like you were about to bite through your tongue.

“Holy shit” you say through gritted teeth. Your knuckles are white as you grasp the counter trying your best not to crumble to the floor. White hot pain. Honestly if it was anyone but Kaz holding the rag you probably would have punched them.

“I know I’m sorry” Kaz almost whispered. There was a slight panic in his eyes as they flickered from your face to your shoulder. “This is the best I can do. Nina will be here in a few hours and she can help you more. "His voice was gentle as he continued to apply pressure.

You were definitely still bleeding but it has calmed a little. You won't die and at this point that’s all Kaz cared about. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you died. He wouldn’t only be going after Peeka anymore he’d be gunning for the entire Stadwatch. Well that's what he was telling himself. Really he'd be gunning for himself. He sent you to steal the box. He was the one that slipped up and got you caught. He was the one that didn’t tell you a plan for if you got caught. If you died there would be no one to blame but him. That would have been the end for him and he knows it.

At this very moment Kaz Brekker swore he would do everything in his power moving forward to keep you safe. You meant too much to him. You were everything to him. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even himself but he loved you. He loved every fiber of your being and that made you much more important than anyone else on the crew.

You were a better lockpick than him for you have picked the lock to his heart and you were never going to leave. He hated the weakness that he showed when you were around but he would do with it the same as he always did. Make is dangerous. Weave it into the myth that he has become. You would be part of his story for years to come and he would make sure of it.

#x reader #fanfic #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker six of crows #kaz brekker x reader #kaz six of crows #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker #six of crows #shadow and bone #crooked kingdom

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paraskao · 5 months

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I think when Kaz is like 30 he is this incredibly tired guy with fucked up physical and mental health. honestly I believe he needs a 180° turnaround of priorities and lifestyle cause he's not gonna be living happily ever after as a barrel boss

#six of crows #soc #kaz brekker #kaz #kaz brekker six of crows #kaz six of crows #six of crows kaz #shadow and bone #shadow and bone kaz #kaz brekker fanart

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such-a-character-song · 5 months

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Abandon Ship by Fin Argus is such a Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows) song!

#blug ronner's opinion #Well #I haven't read soc but from what I've heard #kaz brekker #kaz soc #six of crows #Kaz brekker six of crows #Soc #Abandon ship fin Argus #Abandon ship #Fin argus

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vamplire · 5 months

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HEY that's MY emotional support morally ambiguous misunderstood full of trauma touch starved yearning for love drenched in blood responsible for numerous atrocities comfort character who is TRYING & u will TREAT them with RESPECT

#vamplire.txt #interview with the vampire #hannibal #six of crows #kaz brekker #will graham #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #shadow and bone #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #shadowhunters

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mcntsee · 11 days

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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ruins-and-rewritez · 9 months

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I love it when there's a couple but then there's a third guy who's also there and he's part of it but not like romantically he's just a part of the couple but like....platonically

#six of crows duology #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #and jesper #hes the third in their couple #book characters #analysis?#character tropes #tropes #rarzo

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paintsandquests · 5 months

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An evening in Ketterdam

#back on my Kaz Brekker bullshit #I miss six of crows #soc #fanart #my art #digital art #six of crows #grishaverse #wow look kaz brekker art that doesn't have freddy's face it its a christmas miracle #kaz brekker #ketterdam #amsterdam is my ref here #god do i love kaz brekker #sketch #art

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maybemacdc · 3 months

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It isn't easy for me either.

process:

#my art #kanej #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #six of crows #crooked kindgom #fanart #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone #art #digital art #illustration #comic style #procreate #artist on tumblr #soc

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verdiris · 6 months

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Listen he's very busy, leave him alone 😌

#art #fanart #digital art #six of crows #soc #six of crows fanart #soc fanart #kaz fanart #kaz brekker fanart #kaz brekker #inej fanart #inej ghafa fanart #kanej #kanej fanart

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amitassuman · 1 year

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thinking about how, as a child, kaz’s favorite trick seemed to be watching something disappear, and then he grew up and fell in love with a girl who could vanish into thin air, and how we’re told that when he looks at inej, he feels like a boy again and believes that there’s still magic in the world. imagine loving magic all your life, and then discovering that magic loved you too.

#all these years later and kaz is still in love with magic!!!!#but inej is the magic now I can’t I’m —#kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #shadow and bone #text #mine.txt

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 month

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hi! i would like to request kaz brekker x fem!reader where kaz is feeling a lot of pain on his bad leg and reader massages it for him. established relationship please. thank you in advance!

The salve

You could tell that Kaz’s leg had been bothering him for a while now. With the weather changing and the rain pouring down for the second week now, the humidity was atrocious for joints. So Kaz limped and grunted through it. Being in a way worse mood than usual. Meaning that everyone who was around him was catching a handful of snarky remarks for anything. Even breathing too loudly.

You gathered a play of food for him downstairs adding extras so you both could share. He hadn’t been down even once today. Kaz said he was just busy with work but you could tell from the way he was tossing and turning the previous night. He simply couldn’t walk downstairs. The pain had gotten that bad but of course he didn’t show it. His cold mask didn’t slip even once.

Pushing the door open with your hip you walked into your shared room. Smiling at him the moment your eyes locked. Kaz’s eyes caught that spark too but his face stayed stone cold. “You didn’t need to bring it up”, he grunted, turning a page over. “But I did”, you chirped in response, moving to yank that same document out of his grip as you lowered the plate in its place, “Push the chair back and eat”.

Kaz frowned slightly. “Also, take your pants off”, you add with a wave of your hand. “You are confusing me, woman. Why would I eat dinner without my pants?”, Kaz huffed, snatching a piece of roasted potatoe. “Kaz Brekker take your pants off”, you said firmly once more. Keeping his gaze. “Multitasking has never been my favorite thing”, he huffed in frustration but still stood with a grunt, holding onto a table for support. Stoping to breathe. “Let me help you”, you reach for the zipper but he bats your hands away. “I’m not some immobile fool”, he hisses in annoyance. “Kaz, you might think that you can fool me but you’re an idiot here”, you catch his hand placing it on the table so he can hold his weight up while you undo his pants with ease.

“It doesn’t even hurt”, he argues but you only lift your eyebrow at him as you look up at him, “Fine, maybe a little but I don’t need you undressing me”. You only hum as you guide him back down into the chair. Those couple minutes alone were enough to make sweat break out on his forehead. You reach into your pocket, the metal jar of salve gleaming in the low light.

“Where did you get that?”, Kaz asks firmly and you know that you didn’t even need to answer. He knows himself. The stamp on the lid says enough. “Don’t tell me that you went there without me knowing”, you can hear the frustration in his tone. The slumps here had been crowding with new arrivals lately. Arrivals that had been enjoying killing people as of late so Kaz had forbidden you to go there.

“It was quick”, you breathe out, warming the mixture between your fingers. “They can also kill you quickly. Asked for that too?”, Kaz grunted but your fingers pressed on his legs, and his whole body went ridged. “Fuck”, he hissed. “I’m sorry”, you pushed your finger into the knots and stiff muscles. Feeling it gives in. “This will help. The healers are from my old village. You’ll be able to walk tomorrow”, muttering you continued to work your hands all over.

“Not worth it if it puts you in danger”, Kaz argued, his head lulled back. “I would do it again”, you shrugged. “That’s the scary part”, he turned to look at you. The tension in his body already melting away. “Any better?”, you question him, moving to bend his leg through the knee a couple of times. “I would say yes but because you were reckless, I’ll say no”, the side of his lips turned upward and you bit your lip, “What I shame, guess I’ll have to massage your legs some more”, “Guess so”, Kaz shrugged, reaching for a piece of meat pie before guiding the fork to your lips.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x oc #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker six of crows #the six of crows x reader #the six of crows imagine #the six of crows #the six of crows x oc

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