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arany-studio · 6 months

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#SixofCrows trending! Go #Grishaverse nation! Let them know we want it!

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reyenii · 1 year

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— nikolai «i fall in love and flirt with everyone i meet» lantsov

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #alina starvok #dominik vertov #kaz brekker #zoya nazyalensky #mal oretsev #nikolina #zoyalai #dominikolai #malkolai #kazolai #so bi coded it's ridiculous

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amchara · 11 months

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Best Laid Plans (Nikolai Lantsov/Kaz Brekker)

Happy birthday, Nikki! (@whenshesayshush) It's not the Rivusa story that's still on my backlist but I thought you might appreciate some Bastards Squared™️ as an alternative. ;)

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker/Nikolai Lantsov

Wordcount: 1,055 words

Summary: Nikolai wants Kaz's expertise for a job. Kaz, being Kaz, is suspicious of his motives.

Notes: Set post-S2. Rating is for general audiences. Nothing scandalous but hopefully it's a fun and flirty slowburn. ;) Not beta-ed, and written quite quickly- so if you see any typos or issues, I'll hopefully spot them in subsequent rereads and fix them. 😅

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Kaz was used to dealing with hard men. He was used to dealing with desperate men. He was used to dealing with dangerous and conniving women. This… was not that. And yet, something about the message disconcerted him.

“To my dearest compatriot and underworld mastermind, Kaz Brekker,” he read. He scoffed and set down the message on the table in front of him. Intending to deal with it later, in private. Unfortunately, it caught someone else’s eye.

“Who’s flirting with you now?” Jesper asked, as he peered up from his research into Durast training. They sat together at a shadowy corner table, in the newly-established Crow Club. Waiting for a shipment to come in that afternoon, as they slowly gathered supplies for the indomitable Ice Court heist they were building towards.

“The King of Ravka,” Kaz replied. “And he’s not flirting. He’s asking us to do him a favour.”

Jesper’s face held mild interest as he picked up and scanned the document. “Correction. He’s asking you to do him a favour,” he said. He raised his eyebrows. “And paying not an insignificant amount for it.” His face scrunched up roguishly, and Kaz suddenly knew what he was about to say.

“There’s plenty for us to do here,” he said roughly. “We’re busy.”

Jesper’s elaborate shrug implied otherwise . “All I’m saying is… we won’t be ready to head to Fjerda for another two months. And- I never knew you to turn down such a handsome sum for a job.”

Kaz gave him a hard stare. “The money for the Ravka job has put paid to any delusions of my getting out of bed for anything less than ten million kruge.”

Jesper watched him, a smile playing about his lips. “So… it would be a favour for Nikolai.”

“If I decide to go,” Kaz said, and the finality in his tone helped convince Jesper to drop the conversation. And he didn’t say anything further, not even when Kaz informed him and Wylan and Nina that he’d be away for two weeks, taking care of some business in Ravka.

The ship Nikolai sent was opulent and far above his station, but then again- Kaz thought, wasn’t that how the intractable distance set in for the aristocracy? Having no idea of how common folk travelled. No matter that Nikolai had travelled for years incognito as Sturmhond. Kaz was suspicious nonetheless.

“You made it!”

Kaz was thrown off guard by the familiarity of Nikolai’s greeting as he disembarked, attempting to not blink owlishly in the harsher Ravkan sun.

“Yes, well.” Kaz cleared his throat. “Your message was quite persuasive.”

“Excellent, I shall have to inform my courtiers that despite appearances otherwise, I can occasionally be both charming and persuasive.” The grin flashing across Nikolai’s face was blinding, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle, relaxing the royal guise and replacing it with a carefree look that accentuated his good looks.

For a moment, Kaz was worried the King was about to lurch forward and hug him, and he braced himself with his stick for that eventuality, leaning in and debating how best to sidestep it without causing an international incident. Luckily for both of them, Nikolai reined in the impulse.

They were eating a meal in a large, side room of the Grand Palace. Zoya, one of Nikolai’s closest advisors, had joined for the first few courses but had begged off as they approached the sixth one. They had spoken on niceties throughout the evening but Kaz was growing tired of the diplomacy. He dropped formalities to expedite the process.

“Nikolai.”

“Brekker.” Nikolai's gaze on him was steady.

“What is the purpose of this visit? I assume it’s not to ply me with Ravkan deserts until I explode.”

Nikolai leaned forward, and winked. “That might be part of it.”

Kaz just looked at him.

Nikolai sighed and unbuttoned his military jacket, pulling out some papers, handing them across the table. “I think we have some issues within the Royal Treasury. I thought a businessman of your… acuity, might help identify where the trail leads.”

Kaz looked over the papers. “You’re being robbed. And none too subtly,” he pointed out within only a few minutes of studying them.

Nikolai’s lips thinned, and he tapped the table. “Tell me the details,” he said impatiently.

“I’ll need to see more documents,” Kaz told him.

They sat together until early hours of the morning, their heads almost touching, as Kaz traced the embezzling scheme that had sunk in, like deep rotted wood, into the Treasury.

As Nikolai set out the last royal order to arrest the Baron who was at the heart of the scheme, Kaz rose from the table. His leg felt stiff from the long hours of sitting, and his head murky from unwinding the plot, and the few cups of wine he’d finally agreed to, after Nikolai had plied it on him unceasingly.

“I’ll get some sleep in my room, and then look to book the next ship out,” he said.

Nikolai’s gaze swung sharply to him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean-” Kaz gestured at the detritus on the table. “I’ve completed your job. There’s no need for me to stick around so I’ll head back to Ketterdam tomorrow.”

Nikolai looked alarmed. “Oh. I’ll pay you, of course. But- you can’t leave, not yet.”

“What’s the reason for me to stay?”’ Kaz asked gruffly.

“I…” For once, Nikolai faltered. “I had some plans- to show you.” He shook his head. “Nevermind.”

There was a moment of silence as Kaz shook his head, trying to make sense of the undercurrents swirling between them.

“No, nevermind,” Nikolai repeated. “Of course, you’re a busy man and you’re needed back in your home city. I should have realised…”

There was a defeated look on his face and suddenly Kaz had his own revelation.

He sighed. “I hate it when Jesper is right.”

“About what?” Nikolai questioned.

“All of this…” Kaz gestured around. “The message, the ship, the easy job where you’re vastly overpaying me. You’re… plotting some kind of relationship development. You’re- flirting with me.” The words were awkward in his mouth.

There was a wary tone to Nikolai’s voice as he replied. “And is Kaz Brekker open to that line of approach?”

Kaz considered. “Well,” he said carefully. “I’m here, aren’t I?

And Nikolai’s resulting smile was more blinding than the Sun Summoner’s light.

#shadow and bone s2 #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #kaz brekker #kazolai #kaz x nikolai #my fanfic #fluff #flirting

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timeandspacelord · 1 year

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My crack-fic is, at long last, publically available!

Summary:

In which circumstances conspire to push Nikolai and Kaz closer than ever. AKA a fake dating crack-fic that got extremely out of hand, but has been my baby for most of a year. Book canon, post-RoW. Is it OOC? In some ways, yes, very. In other ways, I understand these characters as well as Leigh herself and that is reflected in their dynamics in the fic. Written for and with my partner. ~~~ “I say we let them do it.” Zoya lifted her head and cocked an eyebrow. “And you’re okay letting Kaz and Nikolai play at romance? Together?” “It would not be the strangest role Kaz has played for a job, your majesty. And, as Nikolai pointed out, it would shift almost all press attention to them.” “It would also,” Mila said through a bite of waffle, “be fucking hilarious.” A smile fought its way onto Inej’s face. “That’s an added bonus, as well, yes.” Zoya threw her hands up. “I guess!”

#Kaz Brekker #Nikolai Lantsov #six of crows #six of crows fanfic #soc #soc fanfic #grishaverse fanfic #kaz x nikolai #kazolai #fake dating #writing #my writing

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zizygy · 11 months

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our hands trembling and precise

For @goatsandgangsters, Read it on AO3 Fandom: Shadow and Bone/Grishaverse WC: 3k Pairing: Kaz Brekker/Nikolai Lanstov, Kaz Brekker/Nikolai’s Demon Warnings: Canon Typical Violence Written for the Grishaverse Rarepair Exchange! Summary: When Kaz and Nikolai are interrupted while negotiating a job, Kaz gets to see a new side of Nikolai. @goatsandgangsters I hope you have fun with this! It was definitely challenging to write but I’m pretty happy with where it ended up. Both Kaz and Nikolai are insane and I hope I was able to do them a bit of justice. I can’t wait to see them exchange more clothes :;) With the Fold destroyed, travel between Kerch and Ravka became much easier to navigate, though as full of scammers and crime as any other too new (or in some cases too old) to be regulated passage and trade route. All that to say, when Crown Prince Nikolai Lantsov invited Kaz and his friends to his coronation, Kaz did bring his crows. He hated parties, and he very quickly decided that he much preferred working with Sturmhond, even though that got him beaten and tied to a chair, than this porcelain man who smiled too much and laughed too loud. Kaz had been around liars his entire life and he could tell a good liar from a natural. Lanstov was a good liar, but he wasn’t a natural. There was a stiffness in his smile, a light that never quite made it to his eyes as he laughed and gestured and danced with whoever it was he most needed to charm.

Especially the sun summoner. Sankta Alina. She didn’t seem taken by him, but that, at least, Kaz couldn’t fault Lanstov for. Alina was consumed by her losses, the boy, the Darkling. Kaz didn’t know or want to know what had gone on between them and luckily he didn’t need to find out for professional reasons because Inej was on top of that. Mostly for professional reasons, though she had collected quite a bit of gossip as well. He shook his head. He wasn’t here for court gossip. Ideally, he wouldn’t be here for the coronation either, this was the celebratory party before, and Kaz was here as a war friend. That was the story, anyway, Kaz was never invited anywhere as a friend.

He made his way toward the door because he was sure that, bad leg or not, if he hung out too close to where the couples twirled around each other, Lanstov would grab him and force him to dance. Instead, by hanging out near the entrance to the garden, it was more expedient for the crown prince to come to him and pull him outside under the guise of showing him the flowers or bragging about his turkeys or whatever excuse he’d make. It ended up being the view of the lake, which did not require any manhandling or leading around, which Kaz appreciated. Instead, Lanstov simply led the way through the manicured hedges and colorful flowers until they were on a little ledge overlooking the lake. Kaz didn’t find it particularly interesting or relaxing to look out over expanses of water, so instead he studied Nikolai. He kept shifting his weight, like he was preparing for a fight but he didn’t know what kind. And he kept picking at his hands, clad in gloves this time. They were cream silk, embroidered with blue at the wrists. Fancy enough that they justified their existence, at least to the extent that it would be rude to ask what they were hiding. Kaz, of course, had a guess.“I know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, Lanstov, but really you could have just told me you liked my coat,” he said dryly. “And deprive you of the chance to tease me? Why, Brekker, I’d never.” His smile was as self assured as ever, but Nikolai’s eyes kept flicking over Kaz’s shoulder. Odd, he’d expected the nerves to be about the scars they both knew hid under those gloves.

“Is there something behind me?” He asked mildly. He expected a joke, maybe even a flirtatious comment about nothing but a halo or something similarly ridiculous, but instead the crown prince’s green eyes hardened. “Not yet.”

“Ominous. I assume that has something to do with why you’ve pulled me away from my crew.”

“Unfortunately, yes. Have you heard of the kherguurd?” “In the same way that I’ve heard of Striga and Rusalka, sure.”

“Rusalka are very real, Brekker,” Nikolai said in a serious tone. Kaz couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. With the things he’d seen recently, he was leaning toward not. He sighed.

“Sure. But I’m not running a charity, Lanstov. If you’re sending my crew to hunt myths, we still expect to be paid, regardless of if we find anything.”

Nikolai smiled in a way that made Kaz feel he was being left out of an inside joke. “I assure you, you’ll be properly compensated for anything you do for me. But this job will need to stay between us.”

“I charge more for such secrecy.”

“Of course.”

A smile played on the crown prince’s lips that Kaz desperately wanted to slap off. Unfortunately, that would impact his paycheck. Probably. Maybe Lanstov was into that sort of thing. He contemplated that as Nikolai began to explain the actual job.

There was a lab that he’d located on a contested piece of land that was sometimes in Ravka, sometimes in Shu Han. He had a good idea of what was in this lab, but needed proof. That’s where Kaz’s crew came in. He was just getting ready to explain where exactly this lab was and what evidence he hoped the crew would collect, when his eyes widened and he trailed off. Kaz knew that expression well enough to shift his weight, ready to dodge a bullet or punch or… talons? Even though they had just been talking about the kherguud, it took Kaz’s brain a moment to calibrate to what was happening. A creature had swooped out of the sky and picked up his client. In a contraption that seemed to be halfway between shoes and metal talons.

He swore, but by the time he brought up his cane to whack the creature that could only be the kherguud, the thing and the crown prince were multiple feet off the ground. He could whack or electrocute Lanstov, but that wouldn’t do either of them any good. He hissed through his teeth, trying to come up with a plan, when Nikolai pulled yet another card from his sleeve.

Those cream colored silk gloves split down the middle, torn by large, black claws. Interesting.

That wasn’t the only surprise Lanstov had in store for him. Black veins spread down from his eyes and his skin took on a ghostly pallor. Most surprising though, were the large batlike wings that unfurled from Lanstov’s back. He looked more like something that would lurk under Ketterdam bridges than anything ever meant for a throne.

Kaz watched as the creature Nikolai had become clash with the other creature in the sky. Between the two of them, their wings blocked out the sun. Black blood splattered across the ground and Kaz wasn’t sure which of the two it came from. But when he heard the sound of tearing fabric, he knew that at least the myth on his side was competent.

Nikolai dug his claws into the kherguud’s canvas wings, then allowed himself to fall, much like a pirate using a knife to slide down and rip a sail. Unlike a pirate, when Lanstov reached the end of the canvas, his wings snapped out, keeping himself in the air as his opponent faltered.

But as it fell, it grabbed Nikolai, iron claws ripping through shadowy flesh, and used one of its feet, which seemed to function as well as a hand, to grip the demon’s throat. The demon’s mouth opened like it really was struggling to breathe, and it quickly abandoned its plan of “just claw its opponent open.”The demon banked, slamming them both into the side of the building. Then they both plummeted to the ground. Kaz jumped back so he wouldn’t be crushed by the brawling creatures, but it was clear which would emerge victorious. His demon was still fighting, and while he was sure Nikolai would regret it when he came back to himself, Kaz didn’t stop him as he fit his jaws around the kherguud’s neck and bit down. Together Nikolai - the demon he had become - and the kherguud slammed into the ground. Kaz jumped back so he wasn’t crushed by the two bodies, then he crept forward to see the damage. The kherguud, ultimately a creature that was made, couldn’t stand up to the demon. Its canvas wings were ripped, its throat torn open and its metal skeleton bent and warped. Kaz eyed the demon as it backed off the corpse.

It bore passing resemblance to Lanstov. The same high cheekbones, determined eyes and probably sharp tongue, though this one’s was split and black. Its talons had torn through its gloves and shoes too. It bared its fangs, dripping with red kherguud blood. That meant the demon was the one with black blood. Kaz grimaced. He could handle a horse well enough, but any other kind of animal… Inej was far better at that sort of thing. Or even Jesper. He eyed the creature. He was the one called in for demons.

“Down!” He ordered jabbing his finger at the ground like he was talking to a particularly annoying mutt.The creature stared at him like it was offended he’d dare. Kaz had gotten that look enough times in his life not to be impressed. “Down,” he said again, authority lacing his voice.

The creature, the soon to be king of Ravka, he thought with a bit of a thrill, slowly sat down.“All the way,” he warned.

Given permission, it fell to its side, lying down. Kaz slowly stepped closer, hand tight around the pommel of his cane in case he needed to defend himself. The demon watched him warily.

Its wing covered its entire side and he knew it was injured, black blood stained the courtyard like an accusation. He didn’t appreciate the implication. While he could have pulled out a gun and tried to shoot the kherguud, he was just as likely to hit Lanstov, and he’d have hardly had the time to aim before the fight was over anyway.

Had he scoped out the place beforehand and had Inej on standby… well that would be different, but that wasn’t the job. Truly, neither was this fight, Lanstov hadn’t given him the details of the job yet and he couldn’t now because he was a shadowy demon sprawled on the ground.

Kaz walked forward and the demon growled.

“Don’t make me muzzle you,” Kaz growled right back.It bared its bloody teeth and glared balefully at him but didn’t make any other moves. So the soon to be king’s bark was worse than his bite. Not surprising, given the financial ruin of his country, but interesting all the same.

Kaz stepped forward and, swallowing the bile rising in his throat, pressed a gloved hand to the creature’s flank. A shudder ran through the creature, but now it didn’t even growl.

“Good boy,” Kaz muttered. The shadows moved somewhat under his hand, odd against his fingers, but the flesh underneath was firm and solid. It felt more like patting a horse than touching someone’s hand or shoulder, so, keeping one gloved hand on the demon’s flank, he used his teeth to pull off his other glove.

Even still, he was surprised when he pressed his unclothed fingers against the creature and didn’t immediately feel revulsion. Its muscles were powerful, and shuddered under his hand as it panted. He trailed his fingers over the knitted shadows of its flesh. At least until they nearly fell into a hole in its side. The creature growled and turned its head, ready to bite, Kaz was sure. He whacked it on the nose.

“No.”

Nikolai, even with the fangs and black eyes and pallor, it was clearly the crown prince’s face, looked absolutely affronted.

Kaz looked at the black blood on his fingers. It twisted and pulled, like it wanted to come back from where it came from. Kaz had seen enough magic to know not to argue with it, at least when it wasn’t getting in his way. So he stepped forward and, with his still gloved hand, held the demon’s jaw open, fingers pressing down on the tendons to keep it from biting as he held up his blood covered hand.“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll do it again.”

A long black tongue snaked out of the creature’s mouth and flicked against his fingers. It took all of his self control not to grab that tongue out of the air. Instead, he allowed it to probe at his hand. Satisfied that he wouldn’t do any violence, the creature’s tongue wrapped around his fingers and licked up the blood.

Kaz watched it carefully as it used its tongue to pull his fingers into its mouth. Its sharp fangs glided against his skin but didn’t break it. If they did, he’d break them. His cane sat heavy in the hand keeping the creature’s jaws open.It didn’t try to bite though, it just scraped its tongue along his hand, licking up its blood.

Kaz pulled his hand back, thoroughly discomfited.

“Give me back Lanstov, I have business with him.”

The demon yawned, easily closing its mouth even as Kaz tried to keep it open and looked at him with a challenge in its eyes.

Or what? It seemed to say.

“Or I’ll do this.” Kaz shoved his cane into the demon’s chest and flicked the switch that caused arcs of electricity to leap from the metal crow’s head.

The demon screamed and snarled at him.

“All bark and no bite,” Kaz said, unmoved. “The crown prince, please.”

It snarled again, but as it did, it seemed to get smaller. Its teeth shrunk, the claws became hands again and soon there was Nikolai Lanstov, in torn gloves and boots, on his knees in front of Kaz.

Kaz leaned on his cane and allowed himself a moment to dwell on the dirtier scenarios his mind conjured up.Then he tapped his cane against the ground, giving himself a moment to recenter and Lanstov time to lick the blood off his teeth and spit. He sighed, very audibly, and pulled off his remaining glove. He bundled them together and held them out to Nikolai.

Lanstov looked at him like he was offering a venomous snake fangs first.“Well they won’t bite, Lanstov. You on the other hand…”

He smirked as a blush crawled across Nikolai’s face. “I didn’t bite you.”

Kaz said nothing. He simply raised an eyebrow as Nikolai’s blush grew even darker.

“How do you intend to rule with that bad of a poker face, Lanstov?”

“You’ll be surprised to find that it’s much easier to control your expression when you haven’t just experienced the last twenty minutes through the eyes and body of a demon.”

“I experience my entire life through the eyes of a demon,” Kaz said, shooting him a sharp grin. “And if you do find yourself tiring of this whole royalty farce, I could make room for a flying death monster on my crew.”

Nikolai pouted his lip, and Kaz was sure that look was intentional. “Is that all you think of me? Just my capacity to tear arial foes into bloody little strips? What about my silver tongue?”

“I could make use of that too.”

Maybe he can control his expression because it doesn’t change at all, except for a slight raising of his eyebrow. “I didn’t think that would be something you’re into.”

“In order to threaten a man’s kinks, you have to understand them. I’m aware of more than you’d imagine.”

Nikolai cracked a smile. “Aware and into are pretty different, Brekker. For instance I’m aware of this lovely technique they teach at Ketterdam University but - actually that’s a bad example.”

Kaz did not smile.

“Come on,” Nikolai wheedled. “Is that all I am to you? Another man’s kink?”

“Did you expect to be more?”

Nikolai tried to walk forward but Kaz matched each step with a step back. Absurdly, even as the crown prince tried to approach him, Kaz found his eyes drawn to his hands, large, but appearing slimmer due to Kaz’s black leather gloves. A strip of tanned skin shows between the gloves and the edge of his sleeve. They’re too small for those large hands. For one absurd moment, Kaz wonders what those hands would feel like around his waist. Then he comes back to reality by telling himself that he already knows, his gloves are made of soft leather and his shirt and jacket are thick enough that he wouldn’t feel much more than the pressure. He maintained the distance between them.

“I’ve got depth,” Nikolai said, giving Kaz a great excuse to stop looking at his hands. “Layers, even.”

“Don’t confuse layers for masks, tesarevich.”

“And my masks… are they just lies then?”

“They are when they conceal the same truth.”

Nikolai stepped forward and this time Kaz let the space between them shrink. “What truth is that?” he asked, voice dropped sinfully low. If Kaz were anyone else, he thinks Nikolai would try to kiss him. Or maybe Lanstov just like to make people think that. It was a powerful tool in the arsenal of a powerful man. And a game that two could play.

He closed the remaining distance between them and met Nikolai Lanstov’s eyes. “The truth that you are a sad little boy that just wants to acknowledged, and every mask is an attempt to please a bigger crowd.”

And that your intelligence, quick hands and quick wit are wasted weighed down by a debted and broken crown.

He thought that might break him, his hand had tightened around the head his cane in anticipation for the hurt that would flash across Nikolai’s face. He might even lose the job, though he doubted the man would ever let his feelings get in the way of something he considered a good deal.

Instead, he gave Kaz an absolutely lascivious smirk. “Actually,” he said, drawing out the word. “I’m a sad big boy.”

Kaz’s eyebrow inched up and his face stayed blank but he had to admit that did something to him. If he was capable of blushing, he might have. It was impressive. It made him want Nikolai on his team.

“Maaaaybe, if you ask nicely, one day I’ll show you.”

“Are you coming then?”

Kaz watched the man choose not to make a dirty joke. He wondered why. It’s not as if they’ve been professional up until this point.

That’s not quite true. This was how business was conducted where Kaz is from. Less so for a prince, even one who likes to play pretend.

“You said it yourself,” he grins, expression set firmly back in place, “I can’t be loved if I’m not the king.”

That’s not what he said at all, but he doesn’t bother trying to set the record straight. Rather, he rolled his eyes. “When you get tired of that, you know how to contact me. Don’t take too long, or I might find my own monster.”

“Good luck finding one as good as me.”

His mouth ticked up in the suggestion of a smile. “Mind your masks, Lanstov.”

“Mind your personality, Brekker,” he shot back.

They shared a long, charged looked. He knew exactly what words to say - what tone to use - to have Lanstov on his knees. It made heat bloom under Kaz’s skin. He wanted to test it, see how far a firm word would take him. How much farther a fist in that golden hair.

His bare hands tightened on his cane. Kaz turned on his heel and walked away.

Nikolai watched him go. Brekker never got the details of the front he wanted to hire them to check out. Though he had as much as agreed to the job. Nikolai supposed he’d have to find Inej.

Or ambush Kaz at the party. That would be a lot more fun.

#grishapairexchange #nikolai lanstov #kaz brekker #kazolai #grishaverse #sab #my writing

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fangirlwithasweettooth · 4 months

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Obligatory Kazolai for ship bingo

Kazolai my beloved <3

(obligatory reminder @ everyone go read Bastards in Crime for literally the best Kazolai content no I’m not biased 🖤🖤🖤)

#and what if i said you’re literally the reason i ship them 👀👉👈#gjskfjsjcjks #sage answers #kazolai #ship bingo #ask game #timeandspacelord

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meyerlansky · 1 year

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just so you’re all aware, when shadow and bone s2 drops @goatsandgangsters and i are going to make kazolai happen

#we've been talking about it in a 'haha what if' kinda way since RoW but now IT'S ON #kazolai #is anybody out theeere?~ anybody theeeeere~~~

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brekkinxnews · 1 year

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i'm here for all the malkolai and kazolai posts, keep 'em coming

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone season 2 #sab season 2 #malkolai #kazolai

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artqueen02 · 1 year

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Guys guys guys my fellow grishaverse fans

where did kazolai come from? Like I’m not opposed mostly just confused? Like what have I missed where are we pulling this ship from I missed something and I’m not happy about ir

(also zoya/inej but that make at least a small amount more sense)

#Grishaverse #Shadow and bone #s&b #s&b s2 #kazolai #kaz brekker #nikolai lanstov

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goatsandgangsters · 6 months

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9 pls :3c

send me a wip and I’ll give you a snippet of fic

I fully and totally expected that you would pick "the kazolai I owe kara." and yOU ALREADY KNOW THE PREMISE OF THIS FIC because you are in fact Responsible(tm) for this plot bunny

but for the viewers at home who were not privy to me liveblogging rule of wolves at you, here is the origin of the fic:

so yes, my friends, I do have another demon!nikolai monsterfucking fic, only he's on a different end of the fucking this time. and also this one is not anywhere near done, and technically not my fault.

that said, enjoy some filth:

Brekker’s cane caught him under the chin. Nikolai looked up the length of it until he met the wintery eyes on the other end—But the cane pushed sideways, guiding his head away. Towards the wall. “Don’t look at me,” Brekker rasped in a low whisper. It wasn’t a push; it wasn’t a command. Nikolai might have been tempted—so often was tempted—to argue back, to turn his cheeky head and cheeky grin back, to defy the order on purpose. But Brekker hadn’t pushed. And Brekker hadn’t ordered with hard, sharp authority in his voice. And so Nikolai looked at the wall. And he felt the shove of the demon stretching him open. And he felt the desk unyielding under his hips. The wallpaper was a deep sapphire with a pale filigree—almost delicate in its swirls—in a vertical pattern. Like brackets. Like columns. He could feel Brekker’s eyes, but he did not turn to meet them. The cane stayed light under his chin. Nikolai turned to lay his cheek against it. The polished wood caressed his cheek.

#see the longer kazolai wip I have is handcuff lessons #but despite the title that one's UST #kazolai #nikolai lantsov #kaz brekker #grishaverse #my writing #meyerlansky

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amchara · 6 months

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Trick or treat!!! What grishaverse fic treats do you have this eve friend 👀

Hello!

In terms of grishaverse treats - please enjoy a UST-y Kaz x Nikolai ficlet...

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"Don't drink that," the voice murmured behind him as he lifted up his glass. Long-practiced at pretending to drink excessively during parties, Nikolai went through the motions before setting down the wine carefully away from him.

He turned to his rescuer. "Poisoned?" he asked, as the other man moved out of the shadowy alcove.

"Laced with an uninhibitive herb mixture, popular at Herr Bakker's establishments," Kaz said, a dismissive curl on his lip as he gestured at the merchant in question. "I believe he means to then steer you towards his unmarried daughter..."

Nikolai took stock of the situation. "Mmm. Luckily I have the Bastard of the Barrel looking out for my virtue," he replied, and he winked at Kaz. "Thank you."

And for a moment, he thought he saw a faint hint of colour on Kaz's cheeks, and he held Nikolai's gaze longer than necessary. But there was just a curt nod and without another word, Nikolai watched him walk away into the crowd thronging the ground floor of the Ketterdam embassy.

A brief mad, fantasy played through his head of draining the glass and then catching up to Kaz and letting the chips fall where they may... but he knew that wasn't the way to play this pursuit.

It was all about the long game between himself and Kaz. And he wouldn't ruin it by being impatient.

(ask me for a halloween writing treat!)

#writing asks #halloween writing asks #kaz x nikolai #kazolai #my fanfic

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