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hat trick | sidney crosby

summary: sidney goes three for three on and off the ice.

warnings: mentions of sex, kids, pregnancy, morning sickness, breeding kink if you squint

a/n: this is my first hockey fic! I missed writing so this was a fun little intro back into it. enjoy!

xoxo nina

one.

You sighed as you settled onto the couch, watching as the Penguins skated off the ice. They’d just been eliminated in the first round of playoffs after a tough five game series. You knew Sidney would be devastated when he came home the next day.

What you weren’t expecting was Sidney coming home before 6 AM. You were still fast asleep when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Mmm Sid? You’re not to supposed to be back till noon,” you mumbled as Sidney’s hand trailed under your sleep shirt.

“Missed my favorite girl,” Sidney’s words were muffled as his lips pressed to your neck, eliciting a low moan from you.

You rolled onto your back and looked up at Sidney whose lips were trailing over your skin, “As much as I love you, the sun isn’t even up yet. Did you even change before you jumped in bed?”

“No, I’m on a mission,” Sidney’s lips were still pressed to your skin as he spoke, his hands trailing up your sides to brush at the curve of your breasts. “I’m gonna win the Cup next year.”

You giggled as Sidney stripped off your shirt and his before his lips met yours in a hot kiss. You pulled back, meeting his eyes, “Which is a great goal babe, but I don’t see how us having sex has anything to do with that.”

“Our baby is gonna sit in the Stanley Cup next year,” Sidney grinned down at you.

“What baby?”

“The baby I’m going to put into you,” Sidney’s voice was low and thick as his fingers reached down and slipped under the lace of your panties, coaxing a low gasp from your lips. “Gotta start now, there’s no time to waste babe.”

“Sid-“

Your words were cut off as Sidney kissed you once more, his fingers slowly sliding into you. You’d talked about kids before, but you always thought he was the more hesitant one. His eagerness to start trying right away made you smile as his teeth gently sunk into the delicate skin of your neck.

“Fuck baby,” Sidney groaned as he leaned away to look at you. “Can’t wait to fill you up, see you growing with my baby.”

You blinked up at Sidney as he waited for you to answer the question hanging between you. With a small grin you reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, leaning your forehead against his.

“Well what are you waiting for? Put a baby in me Captain.”

The excitement in the arena was contagious as Sid skated across the ice, the Stanley Cup held high above his head. Your husband had never looked so happy, his grin threatening to overtake his face as he skated over to you.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you grinned as Sidney pulled you in and gave you a passionate kiss. “So freaking proud.”

“I love you,” Sidney grinned before extending his arms towards his mom who was standing behind you. “Hand her over, I’ve been waiting far too long for this.”

Trina grinned as Sidney kissed her cheek and then took the baby in her arms. Your daughter Sophie was only three months old but she wore a bright smile as her dad brought her against his chest. Tears threatened to run down your cheeks as Sidney leaned down to place her in the top of the Stanley Cup, cameras flashing all around you.

“C’mere,” Sidney gestured to you and you quickly pressed yourself into his hold. “Wouldn’t be here without you. I love you baby.”

“I love you too Sid.”

two.

“Babe! I’m home!”

You groaned as your head rested against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, your stomach churning as you took deep breaths. You could hear Sidney come into the house, dropping his bag and ducking into Sophie’s room before heading towards your bedroom.

“Babe?”

You went to answer but your stomach decided to roll unpleasantly and you’re bent over the toilet again as you gagged.

A warm hand rested on your back as you groaned, your body lurching forward again. Sidney pulled your hair back from your face.

“You need me to go get anything for you,” Sidney asked as you finally stopped puking, your head resting on his chest. “Meds or some soup and crackers?”

You shook your head as you groaned, “No I’m fine. I just wanna nap.”

“You sure you don’t need anything? I love you but you look awful,” Sidney pushed your hair away from your face as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I’m fine,” you sighed as you leaned further into his hold. “Your demon spawn is just trying to take over my body.”

“What the hell does that… Wait,” Sidney leaned back and looked you over. “You’re pregnant?”

You let a small grin take over your face, “Don’t sound so shocked, you’re the one that insisted we celebrate the Cup win everyday for two weeks. Multiple times. I’m pretty sure this baby is a result of a shit ton of champagne and the time you dragged me into the broom closet during that gala.”

“Hey! This baby was not conceived in a broom closet,” Sidney grinned as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I love you. And I’m excited for another little one to chase around.”

“I’m excited to, but I’d love to stop puking up my guts,” you smirked as Sid squeezed your shoulders.

three.

“Sophie! Stop running, you know I can’t keep up with you!”

You groaned as your four year old raced ahead of you through the crowds of the arena. While Sophie had grown up within the walls of the PPG Paints Arena seeing her sprint through the halls still made your heart flip. Thankfully Taylor took off after her, scooping the little girl into her arms.

“Oh sweetheart, you need a nap,” Trina Crosby settled her hand on your shoulder as she sidled up next to you. “Running after two babies is hard work enough, throw in another one on the way. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

You smiled and hoisted Violet higher on to your hip. Trina and Taylor had both offered to carry her but the little girl was glued to your side, even with your nine month baby bump in the way.

“I’m okay for now. Besides, this could be Sid’s last time winning the Cup, I’m not going to miss it for anything,” you grinned and settled a hand in your bump. Your third baby was giving you a hard time today but you tried to silently convey to them that this game was important. “Plus Taylor has Sophie covered and all Vi wants is cuddles.”

Troy chuckled as he joined your group, placing a hand on your shoulder, “And what will you do if this next one is a spitfire boy like Sid?”

“Hand him off to his dad,” you grinned as Trina and Troy both laughed. You headed into the suite behind them, settling into a chair as Violet scrambled toward Troy who gladly hoisted her up.

Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals was eventful, everyone in the suite cheering loudly as Sidney scored his first and second goal of the night. Sophie was bouncing excitedly between Taylor and Trina while Troy was trying to explain the game to Violet who simply kept yelling ‘penguin!’ any chance she got.

“C’mon boys! You got this,” you yelled as you watched the Penguins battling it out on the ice. “Let’s go Sid!”

You watched with bated breath as the tied game ticked down to its final seconds, Sidney commandeering the puck and shooting it into the goal for win and a complete hat trick.

Trina, Troy, Taylor, and you cheered loudly as Sidney and his teammates celebrated their victory. Sophie and Violet cheered as well, not quite knowing what was happening but excited none the less.

You and the Crosby’s headed down to the ice to congratulate Sidney on another win. Your hand floated down to your bump as a sharp kick from your third child hit you, “I know, you’re excited too. But can we settle down a bit please?”

“Baby giving you trouble?” You grinned widely as Sidney skated up to you, placing a hand across your bump as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Congrats baby,” you smiled as you placed your hand on Sidney’s chest. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Sidney mumbled into your hair as he pulled you close. “You and the girls and this little one mean more to me than the Cup.”

“But the Cup is sure nice,” you giggled as Sid looked over your shoulder at the Stanley Cup.

“Sure is,” Sidney laughed just as the baby produced a harsh kick against his hand. “Hey there buddy, you excited about the win too? Once you get here I’ll sit you in the Cup, promise.”

Sophie ran up behind you, looping herself around Sidney’s legs. “Daddy! You won again!”

Sidney hoisted Sophie up, Violet reaching for you from Troy’s arms. With both girls between you and your husband, you smiled as the Penguins media team snapped photos of your family. You were notoriously private about your kids but today was a celebration for Sidney so you didn’t mind sharing your family moment with the world.

“You’re missing this Cap,” Kris skated over with the Stanley Cup, settling it in front of you and Sidney. “Honorary family member.”

“I think it’s Vi’s turn to sit in the cup,” Sidney grinned as Violet smiled up at him. “C’mere pretty girl. Crosby tradition, littlest one sits on top.”

Sophie wiggled out of Sidney’s arms as he took Violet from you, the 18 month old smiling widely as her father placed her in the top of the silver cup. You smiled for a few more photos before the celebration continued. You stayed glued to Sidney’s side as he accepted congratulations from everyone, his hand rested against your bump as he held you close.

“Mommy! You peed your pants,” Sophie gasped as she pointed at your leggings that were now sporting a dark stain. You could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric just as a sharp pain radiated through your stomach.

“Sid we might need to take this celebration elsewhere,” you looked up and met your husbands wide eyes. “Looks like the baby really was excited to celebrate.”

Excitement buzzed around you as everyone scrambled to get you and Sidney out of the arena as quickly as possible. You let Trina fawn over you, checking to be sure you had everything and assuring you they’d take care of the girls.

Once you and Sidney were settled in your car with an escort out of the crowded parking lot you turned to him with a grin, “Going for the double hat trick?”

Sid’s brows furrowed as he glanced over at you, “Double?”

“Yeah baby number three means you’ve officially achieved the dad hat trick,” you grinned and Sidney chuckled as his hand gripped yours. “I’m so proud of you Sid. You were amazing tonight.”

“Thanks baby,” Sidney smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

#nina writes #sidney crosby #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #hockey content

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evillillad · 2 months

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oopsie poopsies u forgetful lil caterpillar u

#welcome home #howdy pillar #welcome home oc #nina noon #may continue this idk #if not every fam member is in the big pic IDC i got too tired lol #excuse to draw howdy being scoobly doobly dumbly bumbly #and also nina as scoobly doobly lol #the pie was blueberry btw #mm....blue flavor...

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wampabampa · 3 months

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Look at this stupid IDIOT

Last cookie run things because I wanted to finish it finally

Nina belongs to @evillillad

Toshie belongs to @ok-i-draw

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#squish the goober #welcome home #procreate #my art #welcome home oc #nina noon #Toshie huntsman #cookie run kingdom #I imagined Toshie was a coffee chocolate cookie when coloring #with a sour triangle candy gummy for a nose #Nina has gumdrop nose #and gummy worm howdy #stupid looking IDIOT #I will eat him #and yous!#anyways I’m going to eat more cheese

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somehow-a-human · 2 months

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The Ineffable Timeline of Season 2

Monday on Whickber street & Gabriels arrival.

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday -Thursday - Friday

I've decided I'm going to start chronologically breaking down each day of season 2 in it's own post and the discontinuities/weirdness therein! Complete with timestamps, notes on sideburns, the illustrated bible, AND SO MUCH MORE!

I'll be tackling the minisodes/flashbacks as their own lovely little break down posts so we can just focus on present day events for these!

I will be keeping a running tab on Crowley's sideburn length along with the scenes we look at, denoted simply as: Long or Short at the end of scenes he is part of. My theory on the sideburns goes as far as demonic mood ring, to timeloops, to television is filmed out of order and it means nothing hehe, but why not keep track for Somebody's sake?

So Let's get going then, shall we?

Monday aka Episode 1 aka The Arrival

Unknown Time - We see Crowley on a bench reading a newspaper (the Tadfield headline tells us Adam is still in Tadfield and still swaying the weather!) and Shax visits him and gives him his mail, and mentions something is going down in heaven, but we don't know it involves Gabriel yet, and we don't know what time this takes place so theoretically it could be the day before, or even days before, but let's just say, sure it's early in the day Monday. Short.

10:35 (Crowley's phone) & 11:35 (Crowley's watch) - Crowley throws away the mail from Shax; he's with the Bentley. Shax shows up and says the heaven business involves Gabriel. Long.

11:20 (Bookshop clock) - Aziraphale receives Maggie's note on his way to open the bookshop. This seems to be a consistent time with his opening hours as posted and the lighting of Whickber Street.

11:23 (Maggie's watch) - Aziraphale goes to forgive Maggie's unpaid rent and pickup his records. "I know what I'll be doing for the next 21 minutes!", I don't even need to begin to try and describe why this complicates everything but let's take that at face value for a moment to look at the timeline of events.

11:40 (Estimated time) - Lets say Aziraphale decided to listen to 21 minutes of music (regardless of what tune he's actually chosen to listen to) and when we next see him in the bookshop he's not finished his music yet.

~ I think we all already know this but this is the first time that time gets funky and weird ~

4:20 (Bookshop clock) - Maggie goes to get a coffee from Nina and while she's in the shop they witness Gabriel arriving at the bookshop. (Mind you he arrives from the far end of Whickber Street past the Dirty Donkey, not the Dirty Donkey elevator). Now let's say time was following our previous events, it's just before noon, you're Maggie so you go to grab a coffee from the cute gal who runs the coffee shop, sure all good. Makes sense to me. But when Aziraphale gets up to open the door to Gabriel we VERY clearly see the bookshop clock showing 4:20.

4:26 (Bookshop clock) - Jim tries hot cocoa.

4:30 (Bookshop clock) - Aziraphale brings the cardboard box and fly inside the bookshop, calls Crowley and asks him to meet him at the coffee shop. Crowley says he'll be there in "2 minutes".

4:32-4:45ish (Estimated time) - Aziraphale and Crowley meet at the coffee shop and discuss something going on in heaven. The mysterious "honolulu roast" sign appears behind Crowley in this scene. They head back to the bookshop and Maggie stops Aziraphale on the way to thank him again about the rent. Short.

Maggie tries to gift Nina a record and says she's getting something "end of the day", girl were you not there just 20 minutes ago?! Nina asks if she wants a skinny latte and she says "no I'd be up all night", so again, did you not get one 20 minutes ago?!

5:00 (Bookshop clock) - Crowley discovers Gabriel in the bookshop. Long. Crowley and Aziraphale discuss what to do about Gabriel in the backroom. Short. Crowley leaves the argument and walks through the bookshop. Long. Crowley is struck by lightning and locks Maggie and Nina in the coffee shop. Short.

Crowley's sideburns change length multiple times just in this one encounter in the bookshop.

Unknown time - Crowley is in the Bentley when Beelzebub shows up and relays the Book of Life threat to Crowley. Long. Crowley drives back to Aziraphale. Short.

9:02 (Nina's phone) - Nina and Maggie are freed from the Coffee shop by Crowley.

9:06 (Bookshop clock) - Crowley does the apology dance, and they discuss hiding Jim. Long.

~ Our second big weird time discontinuity time jump weirdness happens here! ~

12:40 (Bookshop clock) - Jim shows up at the top of the stairs, and the clock has suddenly moved to 12:40 or I guess 8:00 depending on a which hand is the hour hand truther you are. Long.

-end episode, and monday-

SO!

WHY?

What is going on with these weird skips? Why did Aziraphale specifically say he knew what he was going to do for 21 minutes? Was it an in universe clue about the timeline, or was it a hint to the audience about the hidden record serial number Shostakovich clue that's been found by @sendarya ? Maybe both?

Humor me...

Lets say maybe Aziraphale had just gotten really drawn into his music and listened to it for another 4 and a half hours before Gabriel knocks on the door, and completely forgotten to open the bookshop, sounds like something Aziraphale would do. Okay that would be all good and fine with me.

So why then is Maggie going to get a coffee at 4:20pm and then going back for a tea 20 minutes later? Alright sure she's already had one coffee at 4:20 and she can tolerate one bout of afternoon caffeine, but not two so she gets tea. She went back 20 minutes later cause she's awkward and whipped over Nina, okay cool, all fine with me, We've explained away the first time skip!

But then why does the bookshop clock jump nearly 4 hours before the hiding miracle? I've got diddly squat.

Throughout all of the scenes for Monday, or rather Episode 1, Aziraphale's illustrated bible is open to the same image in each shot: "Joseph Known to His Brethren". So I can conclude at the least these scenes, are shown to us sequentially. As far as I can tell, nearly the entire season is presented sequentially. I haven't really seen evidence that suggests to me at least that anything is out of order like I have seen other suggest. There is one scene, which will be addressed when it's time comes in it's own post, but even with it's moving I don't see any real change happening to the story. That is not to say however, that we're always seeing sequential scenes from the same timeline. Literally anything is possible and it's so fun to imagine what season 3 will actually be. I mean, there is a literally bin of red herrings in the opening credits so clearly some things are meant to mislead us.

Let me know your thoughts or anything you can think of that I might have missed that stood out to you in any of these scenes!

Continue the Timeline:

Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday - Thursday - Friday

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #good omens meta #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens 2 #good omens clock #good omens clues #good omens theories #ineffable idiots #im too ill to be employed at the moment and this is giving me something to do while i cant work so thanks neil #wish it paid my bills too tho

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dearorpheus · 8 months

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What are your favourite vampire stories in all medias — books, movies, anime, non fiction? Love your blog!

literature: la morte amoreuse, théophile gautier the lady of the house of love, angela carter bewitched, edith wharton "the vampire", conrad aiken

non fiction: as always, joyce carol oates' "aesthetics of fear" our vampires, ourselves, nina auerbach vampires, burial and death, paul barber from demons to dracula, matthew beresford "making the implict, explicit: vampire erotica and pornography" by bernadette lynn bosky in the blood is life (i can email this to you if you'd like, i took a scan from my uni's copy)

film, tv, anime: thirst (2009) dir. park chan-wook only lovers left alive (2013) dir. jim jarmusch vampire hunter d: bloodlust (2000) dir. yoshiaki kawajiri fright night (1985) dir. tim holland let the right one in (2008) dir. tomas alfredson ganja & hess (1973) dir. bill gunn the hunger (1983) dir. tony scott a girl walks home alone at night (2014) dir. ana lily amirpour bram stoker's dracula (2000) dir. francis ford coppola the lost boys (1987) dir. joel schumacher penny dreadful (2014-2016) "the wurdulak" from mario bava's black sabbath (1963) la morte vivante (1982) dir. jean rollin nosferatu the vampyre (1979) dir. werner herzog midnight mass (2021) dir. mike flanagan

misc: phillip glass' 1999 ost for dracula witcher 3: the wild hunt's blood&wine dlc: the atmosphere in the night of long fangs quest; the lore of tesham mutna; the bruxae<3; the vocals in the beast of beauclair; regis, dettlaff, orianna...

adjacent/periphery: bataille's blue of noon, kristeva's powers of horror, sade's justine

#thank you!#and tortured hands so pale?#asks

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 5 months

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part twenty-seven

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: netural

el's thoughts: not me forgetting to upload the next part... so sorry for keeping yall waiting haha

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The group camped in a dry gully bordered by a tangle of shrubs, and took shifts dozing on the hard rock ground and keeping watch. Despite her fatigue, Y/N hadn’t thought she would be able to sleep, but the next thing she knew, the sun was high above them, a bright pocket of glare in an overcast sky. It had to be past noon. Nina was beside her with a piece of one of the pepper wolf cookies she’d bought in Upper Djerholm. Y/N saw that someone made a low fire, and the sticky remnants of a block of melted paraffin were visible in its ashes.

“Where are the others?” she asked, looking around the empty gully.

“In the road. Kaz said we should let you sleep.”

Y/N rubbed her eyes. She supposed it was a concession to her injuries. Maybe she hadn’t hidden her exhaustion well at all. A sudden, crackling snap snap snap from the road had her on her feet with her hands held out in front of her in seconds.

“Easy,” said Nina. “It’s just Wylan.”

Y/N hummed, took the cookie from Nina and hurried up to where Kaz and Matthias were watching Wylan fuss with something at the base of a thick red fir. Another series of pops sounded, and tiny puffs of white smoke burst from the tree’s trunk where it met the ground. For a moment it looked like nothing would happen, then the roots loosened themselves from the soil, curling and withering.

“Once the wagon stops, the tree will buy us about fifteen minutes and not much more,” Kaz said. “Move quickly. The prisoners should be hooded, but they’ll be able to hear, so not a word. We can’t afford to arouse suspision. For all they know, this is another routine stop, and we want to keep it that way.”

As Y/N waited in the gully with the others, she considered all the things that could possibly go wrong and how she would find them a way out in push came to shove. Part of her brain reminded herself that it wasn’t her job to get them out, it was Kaz’s. This wasn’t a batallion for her to lead into battle. That’s what she’d been trained for. This was a group of spys, criminals, soilders and a prisoner. That’s what life had trained Kaz for.

The expected wagon slowly came into view and passed them, stopping at the fallen tree as the drivers cursed out his complaints. For a long minute, they stood there staring at it. The larger guard took off his hat and scratched his belly.

“How lazy can they be?” Kaz muttered.

Finally, they seemed to accept that the tree wasn’t going to move on its own. They strolled back to the wagon to retrieve a heavy coil of rope and unhitched one of the horses to help drag the tree out of the road.

“Be ready,” Kaz said. He skittered over the top of the gully to the back end of the cart. He’d left his walking stick behind in the ditch, and whatever pain he might have been feeling, he disguised it well. He slipped his lockpicks form the lining of his coat and cradled the padlock gently, almost lovingly. In seconds, it sprang open, and he shoved the bolt to the side. He glanced around to where the men were tying ropes around the tree and then opened the door.

Y/N tensed as she waited for the signal, but it never came. Kaz was just standing there, staring at the wagon.

“What’s happening?” whispered Wylan.

“Maybe the prisoners aren’t hooded?” she replied. From where she waited on the side, she couldn’t see. “I’ll go.” They couldn’t all bunch up around the back of the cart at once.

Y/N climbed out of the gully and came up behind Kaz. He was still standing tehre, perfectly still. She touched his shoulder briefly, and he flinched. Kaz Brekker flinched. What was going on? She couldn’t ask him and risk giving anything away to the listening prisoners. She peered into the wagon.

The prisoners were all cuffed and had black sacks over their heads. But there were considerably more of them than in the wagon they’d seen at the checkpoint. Instead of being seated and chained to the benches at the sides, they were standing, pressed up against one another. Their feet and hands were shackled, and they all wore iorn collars that had been clipped to hooks in the wagon’s roof. Whenever one started to slump or lean to heavily, his or her breath would be cut off. It wasn’t pretty, but they were so tightly packed together it didn’t look like anyone could actually fall and choke.

Y/N gave Kaz another little nudge. His face was pale, almost waxen, but at least this time he didn’t just stand there. He pushed himself up into the wagon, his movements jerky and awkward, and began unlocking the prisoner’s collars.

Y/N signaled Matthias to come over quickly.

“What’s happening?” one of the prisoners asked in Ravkan, his voice frightened. Y/N wanted to reassure him to the best of her abilities, but knew better.

“Tig!” Matthias growled harshly in Fjerdan. A rustle went through the prisoners in the truck, as if they were all coming to attention. Without meaning to, Y/N had straightened her spine, too. With that word, Matthias’ whole demeanor had changed, as if with a single sharp command he’s stepped back into the uniform of a druskelle. Y/N eyed him almost nervously. She knew they were on the same side, but she wasn’t oblivious to his upbringing. This is who he wanted to be once they were done with this heist.

Kaz unlocked seven sets of hand and foot shackles. One by one, Y/N and Matthias unloaded the seven prisoners closest to the door. There wasn’t time to consider height and build of each of them or even if they had released men or women prisoners. “What’s happening?” one of the prisoners dared to ask. But another quickly “Tig!” from Matthias silenced him quickly.

Once they were out of possible view, Nina dropped their pulses, sending them into unconsciousness. Only then did Wylan remove the black sacks to reveal five men, one of them quite old, a middle aged woman, and a Shu boy. It definitely wasn’t ideal, but hopefully the guards wouldn’t fret too much over accuracy. After all, how much trouble could a group of shackled and chained convicts be?

Y/N’s eyes were trained on the guards moving the tree, and she didn’t look to Wylan when she said, “They’ll wake soon enough and make a run for it.” Trying to reassure the boy. “They might even get to the coast and freedom. So if anything, we’re doing them a favor.”

“It doesn’t look like a favor. It looks like leaving them in a ditch.”

“Trust me it’s a favor. Freedom comes in two options, one being giving them a chance to live their life. And the other being death. If you have a preference, I’ll let you make the call.”

They had four, maybe five minutes left before the guards cleared the road. Thankfully they were currently occupied with shouting encouragement at the horse and yelling to one another.

Matthias locked Wylan and Inej into place first, then Nina. Y/N and Inej saw him stiffen as Nina lifted her hair to accept the collar, revealing the white curve of her neck. As he fastened it around her throat, Nina met his eyes over her shoulder, and the look they shared could have melted miles of nothern ice. Matthias moved away hurriedly. Inej almost laughed as the Inferni pulled the black hood over her head.

Jesper was next, panting from his run back to the crossroads. He winked at her as she placed the sack over his head. She shook her head fondly as they heard the guards calling back and forth.

Y/N locked Matthias’ collar and stood on tiptoe to place the hood on his head, while avoiding eye contact since she knew she wouldn’t be able to control the words that would fall from her lips if she were to look at him now. She moved to pull Nina’s hood down, but quickly, the Heartrender fluttered her eyes rapidly, bobbing her head toward the wagon door. She still wanted to know how Kaz was going to lock them in.

“Watch,” Y/N mouthed.

Kaz signaled to Y/N, and she lept down. She shut the wagon door, fastened the padlock, and slid the bolt home. A second later the opposite side of teh door pushed open. Kaz simply removed the hinges. It was a trick he’d used plenty of times when a lock was too complicated to pick quickly or he wanted to make a theft look like an inside job. “Ideal for faking suicides” Kaz had told her while they were going over the plans. She didn’t know what to make of the information let alone if he was sincere.

The pair quickly lifted themselves into the wagon. Y/N held the door up while Kaz slipped the blots back into place. They could hear the Fjerdans’ bickering in front and Y/N mentally noted that they were talking about how long it would take before they made it to the Ice Court.

She slid into her place between Inej and the wall, leaving space for Kaz. He took his place beside her. He shoved a hood over her head, and the musty smell filled her nostrils. He would put his own hood on next, then lock himself in. Easy enough, a cheap magician’s trick, and Kaz knew them all. His arm pressed along hers from shoulder to elbow as he locked the collar around his neck. Bodies shifted against Y/N’s back and side, crowding up against her.

For now they were safe. But despite the rattle of the wagon’s wheels, Y/N could tell Kaz’s breathing had gotten worse- shallow, rapid pants like an animal caught in a trap. It was a sound she’d never thought to hear from him.

It was because she was listening so closely that she knew the exact moment when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel and the deadliest boy in Ketterdam, fainted.

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