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sprnklersplashes · 5 months

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kaz and inej relax after a job. mentions of both of their past trauma. mostly fluff. (ao3)

They’re filthy.

It’s to be expected, of course. Inej remarked that its what they get for deciding to attempt a heist in the middle of winter, under sheets of rain and sleet, and using the muddy canal banks as cover before crawling along the side of a mercher’s garden to the drop point at his window. Then there was the matter of her scaling rain-slick stones up and down, and of course the unexpected detail of them having to dive into a rosebush to hide when a light unexpectedly turned on in the garden.

So yes. They’re filthy. They stumble through the door to the Slat with their loot in their hands, trekking mud along the floor. And while neither one of them have been preoccupied with cleanliness, they’re more than relieved when a boy appears with a mop and immediately begins wiping away the dirt. After all, they’re criminals, not hooligans.

“Lets head upstairs,” Kaz says, his voice slightly wheezened from the cold. It doesn’t escape her that his hand tightens on his cane as he looks at the stairs, a heavy sigh trapped behind his lips. With her eyes on him, Inej loops an arm through his and waits for the signal to pull away. It doesn’t come. Instead, he leans just a slight fraction of his weight on her, and the relief in his eyes is palpable. Arm in arm, they take the first flight of stairs.

It always gets like this when it’s cold. It’s why Inej asks him over and over again to leave more jobs to her and the rest of them during the winter. It’s why she ensures there’s plenty of fuel for the stove, hot compresses waiting for him when he gets in, and then all but forces him to spend the rest of the evening sitting down, damn it. The former he outright rejects, the latter he welcomes with reluctance acceptance.

“You’re taking the first bath,” she tells him. Although her clothes are sticking to her skin and sweat and dirt weave in and out of the crevices of her body, nothing could help Kaz’s leg right now like ten minutes of hot water and sitting down.

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. His cane taps against the stairs. “You need it more than I do.”

“Oh,” she squeaks. A small smile plays on Kaz’s lips, there and then quickly hidden by the brim of his hat. Were they not on rickety stairs and him leaning on her, she’d slam him into the wall for that comment. “And what do you mean by that?”

“I mean that I am not the one who scaled a wall in the rain,” he remarks. “Nor did I crawl flat on my belly through a bush.”

“Both of which were your idea.”

“And you executed them perfectly, treasure of my heart,” he teases. Heat floods her cheeks. She presses her lips together before they can twitch into the smile she feels blooming. They approach the first floor landing. “But… and I mean this with all the romance of the poets and all the affection in my heart… it means you do stink, darling.”

“Oh you!” she gasps. “You’re not exactly a rose bush yourself.” Kaz’s laugh rings through the landing as they reach the top, so full and warm compared with the dreary day outside. She loves his laugh, always has, but this time the glow in her chest comes with a small, bitter sting as she hears the barest rattle of his chest.

“We could… go together,” she offers. Kaz blinks, slowly, blindsided by her suggestion. She doesn’t blame him; it feels like she’s offered him both a rose and a viper. It could be lovely, or it could tear both of them apart. She believes it could be the former, but there’s always the possibility its not. Too much too soon.

Kaz exhales. Then, slowly, his eyes soften, his smile turns less cunning and teasing and acorss his face like warm butter across bread. His gloved fingers brush against hers, her stomach flutters.

“I’ll have one drawn up,” he tells her. “Five minutes.”

When Inej enters the bathroom, its clutching the huge fluffy towels they, ahem, ‘borrowed’ from Wylan’s house. The merchling won’t mind; he insisted they help themselves to anything in the house as they already more than they need. Kaz seems to have made it his mission to make Wylan regret that statement.

Kaz is sitting on the edge of the full tub, steam already billowing round the room. His jacket is dropped over a chair, vest on top of it, and now he’s shucking off his shirt. Here, in the privacy of the bathroom with just her for company, his pain has risen to the surface; discomfort is evident on his face, his movements are stiff and his bad leg is stretched out in front of him. He looks up when Inej shuts the door properly, tangled hair falling into his eyes. Then, despite the tension in his face, he smiles.

“The big towels?”

“Of course.”

With the door shut, Inej makes work of her own clothes. The jacket is easy, as is the first few buttons of her shirt. But as she peels the fabric from her shoulders, her body stiffens, bracing itself for a threat long gone. A chill ghost across her skin. Dread climbs from some place deep inside her, the reaction of a girl whose name was the only thing that belonged to her alone.

“Inej?”

“I’m here,” she says. It’s something they developed a while ago, a way of telling each other that they’re still with them. Sometimes it’s more fitting than “I’m all right”.

“Inej,” he says again. He rises slowly, hand bracing the side of the tub. “I can… I can leave if you want. If it’s too much.” Exhaling softly, Inej closes her eyes. Beneath her eyelids, nothing flares up, no images from the Menagerie, no man on top of her. When she opens then again, she’s still here, still herself. The only hands on her are her own. Kaz stands solidly behind her. Slowly, her shoulders drop.

“I’m okay,” she says. Then, she pulls off her shirt and nods. “I’m all right.”

With her clothes discarded and hair shaken from its braid, Inej turns and joins Kaz in the bath. He’s pressed himself against one end, bad leg stretched out, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly as she lowers herself into the water, expertly avoiding his limbs while also sighing audibly as the hto water laps against her skin. She hadn’t realised how cold she was herself. She cups the water in her hands and makes it trickle over her bare shoulders, warm rivets running down her skin.

“This may have been one of the best ideas you’ve ever had,” Kaz murmurs form the other side. Inej watches as he sinks into the water, steam billowing against his pale chest. He opens his eyes, his mouth turns upwards. “You should make the plans more often.”

“I’ve only been telling you that for two years now,” she smirks. The laugh reverberates freely in his chest, and Inej hadn’t counted on how reassured that would make her. When he breathes out, its steady, unrestricted.

Grabbing the bar of soap from the table, Inej begins scrubbing at her arm, watching as flakes of dirt come away in a wave of rose-scented bubbles. She does wonder where in the Barrel Kaz is buying floral scented soaps, but it feels too nice to question right now.

To her side, the water ripples as Kaz moves, his leg shifting beside her. Slowly, he pulls himself up to the windowsill, where, Inej had almost forgotten, there sits a deep pink candle and a small box of matches. Kaz bought her that candle the last time she docked. It’s from a special shop on the Geldstraat, and smells like wild geraniums. Despite her pestering, Kaz refuses to tell her the name of the shop, leading her to believe that he had it made specially for her.

Kaz lights the candle before putting out the match with a quick huff of breath. The flame flickers softly behind the frosted glass, and gradually, the familiar, comforting scent of wild geraniums is wafting between them.

Like most things with them, it’s more than what it looks like. Just a few weeks ago, that candle had pulled her out of another flashback, again in this bathroom. More than once she’s bolted awake and ran here, the candle unlit in her hands, and inhaled its scent until she stopped shaking. She plans to take it with her when she leaves again, and will depend on its light and its scent to chase away the bad dreams. To do what he does when he can’t reach her.

So it means something more. Romantic gestures between them always will, and its something Inej has accepted. Doesn’t make them any less special.

“You really know how to pamper a girl, don’t you Brekker?” she teases. He chuckles, laugh lines creasing in his cheeks, a sight she had once thought impossible. This close to him, she now sees the droplets against his pale skin, the black R on his bicep, the cup and crow beneath it. The scatterings of mud and dirt across his chest, his cheeks, tangled in his hair. Candlelight glows in his eyes, turning them almost amber, and it softens the usually hard lines of his features.

He’s never looked less like the Bastard of the Barrel in his life. Covered in muck and rainwater and smiling peacefully in their little santuary.

Inej grabs a sponge from the table and covers it in the soap.

“Come here,” she tells him. Kaz nods and then he’s sliding closer to her, brown eyes expectant. There’s a scattering of dirt along his cheekbones, a wedge of mud beneath his eye. Inej holds up the sponge, offering, and Kaz nods.

Neither one speaks as she wipes beneath his face. As she works, Kaz creases his face, his nose crinkling and his eyes scrunching up. His cheeks puff out beneath her hand, reminding her of the pufferfishes she saw on her travels. A giggle slips out of her lips; it’s possibly the most precious thing Inej has ever seen.

“Something amusing to you, Inej?”

“Mm, nothing,” she hums. She pulls back, and little droplets fall from his nose, plink, plonking into the water. This time, she at least hides the giggles behind her hand. Kaz opens one eye, his tongue pokes the corner of his mouth.

Scheming face Inej thinks, but she barely has time to think anything else before a wave crashes into her face. Her gasp is high and squealing, water trickling down her back and her chest and running down one side of her face. Kaz is sitting opposite her, his smile both smug and giddy, laughter now filling the warm air. Inej’s heart leaps.

(She’s so in love it scares her sometimes)

“Horrible,” she tuts, flicking water at him. “Horrible, horrible boy.”

“Oh I do apologise my darling Inej,” he whispers, looking up at her through a heavy fringe and thick lashes. His cheeks are red, maybe from where she wiped them. Maybe something else. With the water ripling around him, he glides closer to her. Sponge in hand, he waits for her to nod before wiping across her shoulders. His moves are so deliberate, so careful, but not in the way that implies she’s breakable. This type of care is reserved for something special, something revered. The way his hand moves, its the same way she’s watched pilgrims stroking holy statues. A soft sigh escapes her lips, turning to white smoke, and finally, she allows herself to sink into the bath.

Saints, calling this luxury would be an understatement.

So lost in her bliss is she that she doesn’t realise her hand travelling beneath the water until its brushing Kaz’s bare thigh, crawling across its surface like a starfish across a rock. The contect sends a strange contrast through Inej; slow, blissful ease at his skin under her hand and a sharp realisation that jerks her away from him, made even more potent by the swift intake of breath behind her.

“Kaz?” she asks, turning to him.

“I’m here,” he replies. Beneath the water, his free hand takes hers. Then, with slow, precise movements, he guides her hand back to his leg and lets it rest there. He nods, a releases a slow breath. “I’m all right.” Kaz looks her once over and then grabs a pitcher from the side. He taps her shoulder, their signal to turn around, and grabs a bottle of lavender-scented shampoo from the sideboard. “Let me do your hair.”

With his assurance, Inej obliges. How can she not?

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at1nys-blog · 1 year

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Among Us

Pairing: Shadow and Bone cast x actress!reader

Summary: A panel in Japan is nice, if your co-stars let you buy action figures and you keep your mouth shut about one piece

A/N: bold for japanese; light Shadow and Bone season 2 spoilers; I know I am drifting into a more gender specific type of fanfiction but I can't find anything that I like with reader being an actress so here I am indulging in writing those myself. Have fun reading and please leave a feedback, that means a lot.

Masterlist

The venue of the comic fair was one of the biggest compared to the ones you went before starting your career, but once again, you were in Tokyo.

"I think we need a leash for Y/N if we don't wanna lose her." teased Calahan, he was the only one noticing you walking the wrong way and stopped you in your tracks. "We don't have time for this." he said remind you, the seven of you were there for a panel regarding the new season of the show.

"If I come back and is sold out you are a dead man Calahan. You have been warned." he rolled his eyes, receiving a pat on the back from Kit. Not even a second passed that the two men had to run after you, avoiding to be late for the interview because you were taking pictures with the cosplayers all around.

The interview started with someone screaming how much they liked your hoodie, you dried away fake tears and thanked them for having recognized the piece of clothing.

"I swear, she will find a way to subtly cosplay wherever we go." started Danielle on your left. You left an offended 'HEY' but agreed with her.

"Last time I wore Ken Ryuguji's shirt, you know the black one with the black and white diamonds." you answered and the people didn't even need the translation to it that they applauded and whistle at it.

The rest of the interview went on smoothly, questions were asked and answeres where given, now it was time for the fans' questions. Directly from them.

"Hi, my question is for everyone. Who else like anime? And if you do which one is your favourite?" You smiled, their broken english so cute to resist not to smile a little.

"She is our among us." joked Jack taking the chance to answer.

"Jack is right but she is trying to convert me. I watched Death Parade and I love it." said Amita adding that she should like to start Trigun Stamepede since you can't stop suggesting it.

The person thanked you guys and left the spotlight to the next person, asking the seven of you about the most difficult and the aesiest scene to shoot.

"I think the hardest one, for me personally, are every single scene with Y/N. She is a perfectionist, I know it doesn't look like it but trust me, she is, and she would panic in a second if she noticed she didn't said the exact words as in the script." started Freddy, you hid behind him embarassed about his words. "The easiest scene I think it was the introduction of her character " he added.

"Dude you just roosted me that is hard to work with me." you said surprised.

"Here she is not able to take a compliment." said Danielle. "as for me the easiest scenes to shoot are the one where I use my powers. As for the hardest it was 100% the final battle." she added. Melting in the black couch to exaggerate her answer.

Kit choices where: the easiest, the scene when Jesper meets his mother, the hardest every combat sequences; Amita had to agree with the fellow actor on the fact that no matter how well trained she was, fighting scenes where the most hard for her, as for the easiest she went on with every scene she sneaks on the Crows.

"She loves to give us all a heart attack" you commented, cutting off Cahalan that was about to speak. "Sorry man, but after not making me buy the action figure.." you said half offended. Once again that day, the actor rolled his eyes at you.

"I do no appear that much in this season, but I guess I have to pick the scene where Nina and Y/C/N are in Hellgate, but just because the kid over there couldn't stop make me, or anyone else on set, laugh. I don't have a easisest scene to choose honestly" he said.

"As for me I think the hardest scene to shoot was the one on the rooftop in Ravka, I kept falling and falling. The easiest I might think it was the one in Shu Han when Wylan is mad at Jesper" a little ouch was heard coming from Kit, making you all laugh.

You had fun answering some questions, others made you tear up at the thought of your days on set, other were kinda of cringe, some other plain disrespectull to you and your fellow female cast members.

"Hi, my question is again for the entire cast. What will you do after this?" the traslation came in mere seconds, you giggled, knowing damn well you were about to annoy your co-stars with your answser, they, on the other hand scoffed in their mic.

"Who wants to go first?" you asked, just to make sure you could tell everyone what were your plans after the interview. The cast gave you the thumb up and that was enough for you to answer. "After that I need to buy the Zoro action figure" you siad all giggling.

"And we are going to keep an eye on her so she won't buy everything in there" commented Jack. After that the interviewer said their goodbye, and you were free to roam around the convention.

"So who is going to babysit her first?" asked Freddy

"NOT US" screamed in unison Jack and Kit, not ready to hear you babbling about One Piece once more.

"Rock, papper, scissors?" this time was Cahalan to talk and to loose. "If I am noy back she finally killed me." he said moping behind you. Freddy, Amita and Danielle laughed and went to the Shadow and Bone stand.

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moonstruck-poet · 3 months

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The Confrontation

Pairing - Kaz Brekker x reader!

Summary - three times where the Crows find you two in suspicious situations leading them to conspire and the fourth time when they learn the truth.

Warnings - Assault, Harrassment

1. Nina

"You ready?" Nina Zenik questioned, quickly giving the surroundings a scan before pinning her eyes on you. "The minute Kaz joins us, you have to leave".

You exhaled and nodded, trying your best not to wince at the obnoxiously tight corset and trying to breathe properly. "Was this the only available option?"

"Thr most suitable option," she corrected and smirked after looking at you.

"Stop checking me out when I'm literally struggling to breathe, Zenik. Remind me why is it not you instead of me? Saints know you're better at this," you grumbled and shivered as the cold hair brushed against your off shoulder gown.

"Because unfortunately I'm the Heartrender here, aren't I?" She grinned and you glared, understanding that this was quite amusing. "Ah! There's your ticket," she nodded towards Kaz who was stumbling his way towards you, slightly out of breath.

"Here it goes," you sighed, smoothing your outfit. Somehow this simply seemed a much difficult job that gutting someone in the right place. Using a knife was just easier.

Kaz, now much closer gave you a nod, his eyes glinting as he gripped his cane tightly and you understood. You merely smiled softly before shooting Nina a wink and entered the club, your eyes immediately narrowing down on the target.

Your brain was replaying all of the tricks that your dear friend had so graciously shown. You weren't dumb of course, you knew the basics but she had a degree in flirting.

And so you braced yourself and appeared in front of the man, trying to hide a cringe when his gaze instantly swept over your physique shamelessly. A small flame of anger burned internally and you would be sure to use your favorite dagger very soon.

Meanwhile Kaz and Nina were sneakily observing from the window while also keeping an eye on the environment.

"She seems to be getting the required information," Nina exclaimed but her smile soon fell upon seeing the scene. "Oh Saints no," she whispered and Kaz, who had his back to the window whipped around.

His dark, dangerous stare found you with ease and his body tensed at your uncomfortable face that you were trying so desperately to hide.

He saw the way that man pulled you closer with every passing second until you were pressed flat against him, his foul breath staining your bare shoulders as your body shook with contained fury.

His fingers skimmed your skin while his lips brushed against your cheek and all Kaz wanted to do in that moment was to stride inside and take you out of his grasp.

But he was still talking, his lips moved and so did yours. You were still trying to wrangle every little piece of information you could possibly get while also trying to keep yourself safe.

"Kaz," Nina said urgently upon seeing the malicious smile on the stranger's face. "That's enough she needs to come out".

"I can't do anything," he said bitterly. "It'll just give out our position and put everybody in danger and I cannot have that," he finished, hating every part of himself.

"I like you, sweetheart," your target whispered, his face inches away. His breath fanning you, reeking of alcohol. "I wish to see you again. Please?" He asked, his voice manipulative and he dragged his lips from your shoulder to your neck.

"Of course," you murmured back, your tone deadly which he didn't seem to notice. "You'll see me soon. Very soon indeed".

"Perfect," he grinned against your cheek before kissing the skin and you stepped back with a smile, not breaking eye contact until you exited the door.

And immediately your flirty facade shattered and your were consumed by a dark energy as you rounded the corner, your pace increasing with every step.

"Oh Saints," Nina said as soon as you reached the meeting spot. "Are you alright?"

"Of course I am," you teased, a wicked smile but Kaz wasn't fooled, not at all.

He looked at you, trying to pick up every noticeable change and he sae many. The twitch of your eyebrow, the small frown appearing on your lips which was quickly replaced with a grin and the slight shudder of your shoulders.

He didn't think of anything at all as he removed his coat. "Here," he offered, his dark brown eyes burning into yours.

"It's okay, Kaz, I'm alright-"

"-Take it," he said firmly and when you didn't move, he put it over your shoulders and you almost sighed at the warmth. His touch was so gentle, so secure, a constrast to the emotions plaguing you moments before. "Are you okay?" He asked again.

"I want to go home," was all you could reply as you looked longingly at him, hoping that your eyes were enough to convey all of your feelings. "Please".

Kaz nodded, looking down as pain struck his chest. He could handle numerous difficult situations, but when it concerned you, he was always vulnerable.

"I'm sorry," he said lowly, his voice barely heard as he scanned your face, having an intense urge to place his palm on your cheek but the mere thought made him flinch. However he remained rooted to the spot, not backing away because he knew that you needed him at the present, and he wasn't leaving you.

Someone cleared her throat and that was what made him pull away.

"Extremely sorry but we have to move," she said softly and he nodded, his jaw clenching as he gave you one last, tender look before walking away.

The two of you followed and you clutched the coat around you tightly, a small smile threatening to break out on your face as you replayed the interaction with your dearest.

Meanwhile the Grisha was observing her friends quite eagerly, her eyes switching from one to the other. She had her suspicions from the minute she saw Kaz's panic-stricken face, and then the said person lending his coat confirmed it.

She saw his face contorting in sadness upon seeing your highly uneasy figure back at the club, saw the way his fingers fidgeted constantly because he felt helpless. In conclusion, she saw him lose control.

Kaz Brekker never lost control.

She should feel guilty for using her abilities on her boss, but how could she not? When a particular heart was thudding unbelievably as soon as his eyes fell onto someone else's. The beating had only seemed to intensify when he had put his coat around your shoulders.

The trip to the Crow Club was spent in silence. Everyone's mind being occupied by very different thoughts.

"There you are!" Jesper's cheery voice snapped them from their daydream. He slowly jogged over to you, excitement evident on his features. "Want to play a round of cards?"

All you gave him was a small, forced smile. He just looked so happy and you didn't want to be that person, "Let's go then".

"You don't have to," Kaz suddenly spoke making everyone stare in surprise.

"It's fine," you replied but he still gave you that look. The one where his eyes were just a tiny bit wide, eyebrows slightly raised to wordlessly ask if you were sure.

You nodded offering him a twitch of your lips before joining Jesper, Wylan and Inej at the table, helping yourself to some bread.

Nina had of course watched this soundless interaction quite seriously, and now she had some very interesting points that would definitely be shared with the other Crows; minus you two obviously.

"Now this seems fun," she said to herself, smirking at the way Dirtyhands had his eyes glued to you the entire time.

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2. Wylan & Matthias

Having a lazy day at the barrel was something that happened once in a blue moon, because Mr Brekker made sure to always keep everyone on their toes. Today was one of those rarest days that the Crows actually had no job and so naturally they were lazing around in the club.

Jesper and Nina were gossiping, holding a small muffin in their hands as they whispered amongst themselves, probably sharing the headlines of all that had happened in the Barrel.

"You're sure? Our Kaz? Kaz Brekker losing control like that?" Jesper asked, double checking to make sure they were talking about the same person.

"Yes Jesper!" Nina sighed. "His heartbeat seemed to skyrocket the minute his eyes fell on her. I wss actually worried that he might have a cardiac arrest or something.

"Djel help me," Matthias muttered. "She's too good for him to ever say yes".

"Oh come on," Nina insisted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "They're made for each other!"

"I don't know about that but they do make quite a pair," Inej added, her face screwed up in concentration.

"There's definitely something going on," Wylan whispered, putting on his scheming face as he analysed his thoughts.

Meanwhile Nina was now feeding another round of conversation to her gossip partner who was enjoying it very much indeed.

"No way he went over to the Dime Lions!" Jesper exclaimed mid-bite, his mouth opening as he registered the statement.

"He did indeed Jes," you walked down the stairs interrupting their conversation. "Rumour had it that he was paid handsomely as well".

"Of course he was," the gunslinger snorted before shaking his head.

"Where were you?" Nina asked, her eyebrow raised in question and all four heads turned to hear your answer.

"Kaz's office," you said and sat down on one of the couch, not noticing the small smirks painted on everybody's faces.

"What's he doing in there anyway?" Inej asked, having sharpened her knives and taking yours making you shoot her a highly grateful look.

But before you could reply, the said person called from from above, "Love! Have you seen that Kerch document that I had shown you? Where did you keep it?"

Silence. Complete and utter silence followed his statement as the Crows glanced at each other, their expressions the epitome of flabbergasted.

"Check in your bottom right drawer!" You shouted unaware, standing right below the floor so your voice could be heard better. "I've kept it along with other related files".

The minute you went back to your previous seat, you felt eyes staring at every inch of your face making you suddenly look up. "What the hell?" You asked, being startled at seeing every gaze pinned towards you.

"Did he just-" Jesper began but Wylan elbowed him harshly.

"Nothing," he answered sweetly, ignoring the sharp glare thrown his way. "How about we go visit the marketplace? You said you'd show me some firing powders".

"Yeah let's go," you nodded, putting your gun in the holster and donning a black leather jacket over your shirt. "Anybody need anything? I'm not going to get you fruit loops, Jesper," you narrowed your eyes before the boy could even utter a word.

"But you told me that-"

"But you also happened to have eaten three packets yesterday. So no. Absolutely not".

Inej and Nina snickered at the banter which was surely an everyday occurence. Jesper always being the hopeless little kid and you unintentionally acting like his older sister.

The said boy was looking at you with wide eyes and a small pout and you groaned in exasperation. "Fine! I'll get you some stop looking at me like that!"

"I love you so much," he grinned and shot a wink your way.

"Whom do you love?" Kaz Brekker asked, walking down the stairs and towards him with a raised eyebrow. Everybody fell silent at his impeccable timing to arive during the most unwelcoming moments.

"Her of course!" Nina butted in, pointing towards you before Jesper could reply and Matthiss noticed the way the Demjin's face contorted and tightened.

Kaz shot the Zemeni a small glare, not knowing himself that he was actually doing it before turning to look at you and all of the other crows saw the way his gaze softened considerably.

"Should we leave then?" Wylan broke the silence and tugged at your sleeve and your attention snapped to him.

"Yes yes let's leave," you followed him, almost at the door when Kaz called your name and you halted. "What's wrong? You need anything?" You questioned softly as he walked closer.

"You forgot this," he merely said and handed you a necklace that you had forgotten on his desk. It was only Wylan who actually saw the pendant and his mouth hung open.

You took it from his hands, fingers gently brushing against his gloved ones and he instantly felt a small amount of warmth seep into his very soul.

You lit a spark with only your touch.

You ignited him.

"Thank you," you smiled and quickly clasped it around your neck, tucking it inside your shirt so it would be hidden from privy eyes. "See you later, yeah?"

He nodded, hands tightening on his cane as he watched you leave. He never got round to telling you that he had wanted to spend this day with you and you only. But unfortunately you had plans and so he remained silent. Not wanting to be a hindrance.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had spent some quality time with you. Being too busy finding new deals and searching for missions that he couldn't properly acknowledge the best thing in his life.

When did he last take you out somewhere except for sneaking around to gather valuable information? You loved having hot chocolate late at night, when had he ever bought it for you despite knowing that the drink was your favorite?

You deserved so much better, his mind kept telling him. He couldn't even bring himself to give you the comforting touches that he knew you longed for. You never said a word but he saw it in your eyes. Whenever a plan had gone too complicated and particularly difficult, all you needed was a good embrace. But he could only ever bring himself to hold your hand. Nothing more.

And he hated himself for it. Despised every inch of his self because of his inability to provide for you. It killed him inside.

You were lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. And he was twisted, crooked, wrong but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for you.

He was so lost in his thoughts that his sharp instincts failed to notice the stares that were currently burning holes in his face. "What?" He snapped and was on his way back to his bedroom when they stopped him.

"Goodness Kaz you actually look sad," Nina concluded, fighting the smirk that was quick to spread on her face.

"I have no reason to be upset," he rolled his eyes and started climbing the stairs slowly, his leg throbbing with slight pain.

"Wylan's right," Matthias said lowly. "The demjin is infatuated".

Wylan on the other hand was busy geeking over the chemicals that were presented in front of him. "How did I never know about this!" He said in delight and you chucklef at the way his eyes lighted up. "These are so much cheaper too".

"Get whatever you want," you squeezed his shoulder and he nearly jumped in excitement. "I'll just quickly go and get something from that shop, yeah?"

He nodded and you crossed the street to enter the clothing shop, smiling to yourself upon seeing beautiful coats lining the walls.

"Can I see some black shirts and vests, please?" You requested the man who nodded and placed numerous boxes on the table. "I'll take these three," you smiled, selecting two dark grey shirts and a gorgeous black vest that you knew would suit your man well.

"Oh hey! Didn't see you coming in".

Wylan simply laughed and examined the clothes that were being folded neatly and transferred in a bag. "For you?"

"Oh no," you shook your head and paid the kruge, it was a little expensive but it's fine. You could give him a gift every now and then. "It's for Kaz".

His eyes widened in surprise just a tiny bit and his lips stretched wide as the two of you exited the store. But then he suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you towards an artefacts shop.

"How would this look on Jesper?" He said and pointed at a hat which was exactly what the gunslinger preferred.

"Absolutely perfect".

"Hey take a look at this," he directed your attention towards a few bracelets kept neatly in a box, making sure to keep his trained on you to pick up on every little change.

Your hand instinctively flew towards a handmade one woven with black thread. It was quite simple but had an intricate design. You loved it immediately and wasted no time in purchasing the little present.

"Let's go?" You asked, almost forgetting for a moment that you weren't alone. While the boy had his arms crossed and a knowing smile on his face as he followed your lead. Having an intense conversation with himself in his head.

It was almost night when you entered the Slat again and two of the Crows were lounging in the basement itself with the exception of Inej and Nina.

"I'll be back in a few," you whispered to Matthias who nodded and you climbed up thr stairs, eagerly wanting to give Kaz the gifts you had brought.

He waited until the sound of a door closing was heard before looking at Wylan who had a cheeky grin on his face.

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3. Inej & Jesper

"Look at his hand!" Matthias whispered under his breath and nudged Wylan whose eyes shot towards Kaz Brekker. And indeed, a black bracelet was clasped onto his left wrist. Not that noticeable but nowadays nothing could ever escape their sharp stare.

"I've never ever seen him wear anything synonymous to jewellery," Matthias muttered and passed the message to Nina who perked up with a bright grin, as though struck by an inspiration.

"Watch me," was all she said and the the two boys glanced ahead in apprehension as she neared your location and bumped into you quite harshly.

"Saints!" A small shout escaped your lips as you were thrown backwards onto Kaz who was right behind you.

"Goodness I'm so sorry," Nina immediately apologised, not being sorry in the least as she rather scanned the couple's reaction.

Your back was pressed against Kaz's chest while his gloved hand, the one wearing a bracelet was wrapped securely around your waist, holding you against him. You placed your palm on top of his in reassurance, and your heart started taking up its pace.

"You okay?" He murmured in your ear and helped you stand up straight as you nodded; and he shot a deathly glare towards the heartrender, who gave a grin and sashayed her way back to the boys.

"I'm fine, thank you for that," you whispered before returning to the documents that were scattered on the table.

"You saw that?" She joined the duo with an excited expression, her hands flapping in front of her. "He didn't even flinch at her touch! It was almost like-"

"Like he's used to it!" Wylan completed her sentence and she nodded enthusiastically.

"Usually he'll push the person off for even invading his personal space, much less someone actually falling on him," Matthias added and she agreed.

"Ghezen this is going much better than I expected. Fifty kruge that they're already together since the past few months".

"Oh yeah?" Jesper interrupted the conversation with the biggest smirk on his face as he sat down, joined by Inej who was shaking her head with a smile. "Hundred kruge says that they've been married already".

"You do know that you're horrible at betting, don't you?" Matthias asked, raising an eyebrow at the large sum.

"But I think Jes is right on this one," Inej supported him making the said person's grin widen if that was even possible.

"What's making you so sure?" Wylan asked, quite suspiciously.

"Let me ah- tell you a little something I saw," his brown eyes glinted as he recounted the miracle that he and Inej had seen.

Jesper was walking on his usual route that led him back to the Crow Club with the Wraith beside him. They had both finished their parts of the job and had met on their way home.

"You got some intel?" He asked, his eyes scanning the various treats that were covering the shelves of stalls.

"Nothing," she answered with a sigh. "It is the same. He comes in everyday sharp at 7 in the morning and leaves exactly at 5. There has been no change at all".

"I think I'm going insane," he suddenly whispered and stopped dead in his tracks making Inej tense up immediately as she looked around for any threat.

"What's wrong?"

"That- That's Kaz isn't it?" He questioned, unable to believe the words that were on their way through his mouth. "In a- a goddamn flower shop?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she scoffed lightly but her she too froze upon seeing a familiar figure standing merely a few metres away. "Saints that is Kaz!"

"Let's go," he nudged her and she hesitated, not really wanting to pry but curiosity certainly gets the better of everyone. They walked closer silently, hiding behind another store which gave them the perfect view.

And there he was, the bastard of the barrel holding a beautiful, red rose in his bare fingers. Yes, he did not have his gloves on. Something that was noticed by the two.

They saw as he paid the small amount of money and began trodding down the road, his cane held tightly in one hand and the rose was held in the other that was hidden behind his back.

"Breadcrumbs," Jesper smirked at her and she let out a laugh as the two followed their leader, becoming increasingly suspicious. They didn't have to wait for long as the person that they had expected arrived soon enough making the two Crows grin.

"Nina was right after all," Inej muttered as she watched you waving at Kaz to gain his attention and the spying people stepped closer, wanting to hear the conversation that would surely grant them something.

"Hey," they heard you whisper, sounding slightly breathless.

"Hi," Kaz replied and took a tiny step closer so that his shoes were touching yours making you bite your lip. "This is for you," he added and presented the rose, his eyes hungrily scanning yours for every little change that he itched to see.

And you rewarded him with the grin that he oh so loved. When your mouth fell open slightly in surprise before morphing slowly into a gorgeous and breathtaking smile.

"For me?" You asked despite yourself, gently taking the flower from his hand and twirling it in your fingers. "Are you sure?"

A small frown marked his face, "Of course I am. Why do you ask such a thing?"

"Is it not for someone else? Maybe a pretty girl that you're thinking of wooing to help you get whatever information that you need," you teased, your lips pressed together.

"Darling," was all he said. His voice low, deep as he stared intently into your eyes, tilting his head to look even deeper. "There is no one like you," he finished and let a small smile form on his hardened face.

Jesper who had been listening with every ounce of concentration had to slap his palm over his mouth to prevent a squeal from escaping his feeble clutches. It was only for Inej roughly smacking his arm and dragging him away that he managed to not give away their position.

"Hence proved," he concluded his story with his arms extended to the present crowd who were utterly and completely shocked.

"No way that actually happened," Matthias grumbled, muttering to himself while Nina looked like she'd just received all of the available waffles for free.

"I'm a genius," she laughed heartily and chugged down a shot of whiskey in celebration of her matchmaking skills.

"I'm so going to win that bet, Zenik".

"Don't count your pigeons before they're killed, Fahey. We can't be so sure that they're actually married".

"We have to ask them!" Wylan urged, sitting up straight and looking at them for their opinions.

"We will," Nina nodded firmly while the rest appeared unconvinced. "Tomorrow".

"Let's hope that we're not murdered in our beds later that night then," Jesper sighed but he too couldn't contain his excitement.

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4. The Confrontation

"Kaz," Nina said in delight as soon as the man climbed down the last step.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day when you're actually looking happy to see me," he retorted making her roll her eyes.

"We need to talk," Jesper elaborated making him raise an eyebrow as he took in all of his Crows minus you and Inej sitting with their arms crossed and heads held high.

"Does it concern me?"

"Of course it does that's why we're asking!"

"Saints give me the strength," he muttered under his breath before looking at the lot. "Go on then I don't have all day".

That's when Inej entered the scene, dragging you along with her and making you stand next to Kaz. "What's going on?" You questioned, heavily confused and looking around for an answer.

"We need to ask you something," Wylan answered your request.

"I gathered just as much".

"Are you going to ask or not?" Kaz growled in annoyance, his patience running thin.

"We just wanted to know-"

"I've been wanting to ask-"

"We had a feeling that-"

They all began together but not one could complete their sentence until Jesper was the one to blurt it out.

"You're married?"

Kaz and you stood still, dumbstruck before visibly relaxing and you chuckled, "That was quicker than I expected".

"I don't think four years is quick, love," Kaz responded, his lips stretching just the slightest making the crowd explode.

"FOUR YEARS?!"

"YOU TWO ARE ACTUALLY MARRIED!"

"WHEN DID YOU EVEN START DATING?!"

"HOW ON EARTH DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO PULL HER OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE??"

"Ask him about it," was all you said and sat down on a chair with a very obvious smile adorning your pleased face. Everybody fell silent at once and you knew you had said the right thing. Nobody sensible would ever dare to question Kaz.

Jesper glanced nervously at him, "Can I atleast see your ring? Just to you know, have some confirmation?"

You laughed and pulled the necklace out from under your shirt, revealing a thin but elegant silver band encrusted with a small diamond at its center.

"K- Kaz?" Wylan asked, or rather pleaded.

To their surprise, he took off the glove of his right hand to reveal a similar ring resting beautifully against his pale fingers.

"Saints I win!" Jesper said in disbelief and stood up straight, slowly turning his head to look at Nina. "GIVE ME MY KRUGE!" And all watched as the girl slowly backed away, probably hatching an escape plan and ran swiftly with him hot on her heels.

"That was something huh?" You grinned and looked at your husband, slowly leaning over to intertwine your fingers with his.

"Quite," he huffed lightly but couldn't stay annoyed for long and alas, he too smiled. Not a particularly big one, rather a small, gentle twitch of his lips. One that was only ever displayed for you.

His eyes held the entire universe as he admired you from the side, looking at you as if you had hung those few stars that formed his constellation.

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#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #Kaz Brekker x wife!reader #kaz brekker x oc #kaz brekker fanfiction #six of crows #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #matthias helvar #wylan van eck #nina zenik #kaz x reader #husband! kaz brekker #kaz brekker ff #shadow and bone #crooked kingdom

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simplydifficultme · 1 year

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Based on the prompt I got from @sxvedbyastranger . HighSchool!AU Popular kid Jes crushing on nerdy Wylan. As usual, I did change it a little bit ^^'' It's more college AU (just can't relate to high school as much anymore) and I guess Wy is still the nerdy kid but also defs the music kid. Hope it's still enjoyable ^-^

J: Hey there flute boy.

W: Shouldn't you be sitting in math 3?

J: Yea but you have rehearsal now, I'd rather listen to that ;)

W: Sure, but I won't take responsibility for your grades.

J: My grades are splendid ... mostly.

W: Maths?

J: Yaaah.... let's change the subject. What are you doing after rehearsal?

W: Uhm nothing special, just go home, study a bit, work on my own music.

J: How do you feel about savory pancakes?

W: Savory pancakes? I don't know, never tried it but it sounds .. interesting?

J: Would you like to try?

W: I suppose I would, why?

J: Perfect. I thought the same. So there is this new place that just opened up right around where I live. Wanted to go check out, you wanna come along?

W: Uhm, W-when?

J: Today. When you're done. If you're not too busy with studying and all that.

W: Oh, yah sure, I'm usually hungry when we're done.

J: Awesome! Then I'll go grab my stuff and just join you in the auditorium.

W: Y-yea, see you there.

Wylan is still in disbelieve how well he’s been getting along with Jesper lately. He was certainly not the kind of person who he ever expected to show any interest in him. Sometimes he wondered if Jesper had perhaps lost on a dare and was now just playing with him as in: “Hey bet not even you can get that uptight van Eck boy to like you, and Jesper had just said, Watch me.”

Still, Wylan felt his heartbeat pick up now whenever Jesper would talk to him or spare him a glance across the alleyway or give him a quick greeting, whenever he was cheating on his own friend group and Wylan happened to pass by.

Meanwhile, Jesper already felt like a king, he knew he was a natural people person, probably able to have a pleasant conversation with anyone if he wanted to. But his plan to ask the adorable flutist out had almost worked a bit too perfectly. All he had to do now was to turn their simple dinner into a date, perhaps a walk along the river after.

He really had turned into a bit of a sap aver since developing his crush on the redhead.

That point he had to concede to his friends. Something about Wylan had intrigued him. It might have just been his looks at first but now that they were talking more and more he had quickly found out that Wylan was far more talkative, funny and passionate, and far less uppity or plain than he had initially assumed.

Safe to say he was down bad by now and from his gathering he was clearly having some sort of effect on Wylan too. He just needed to figure out a few more buttons he could push on the musician to get him to play along to his tune.

#wesper #wylan van eck #wylan van sunshine #jesper fahey #wesper au #collegeau #flute boi wylan <3 #mini ff #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #wesper fanart #my art

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scarletsaturn · 1 year

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the final kanej scene being word for word from soc STOP I CANT TAKE IT

#FREDDY AND AMITA FFS #they truly ARE kaz and inej #kanej #six of crows #shadow and bone

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starlightandmagic · 6 months

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Honestly what Netflix did to Shadow and Bone was vile but what they did to the Crows was even worse, I still can’t believe how they butchered their storylines and for WHAT if we’re not even getting a resolution for their plot

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littlehollyleaf · 6 months

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I LEFT THE COUNTRY FOR 3 DAYS AND THEY CANCELLED SHADOW&BONE AND SIX OF CROWS??!!!

say it ain't so?

#shadow and bone #six of crows #ffs Netflix get your act together

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ultimatetrashgoblin · 7 months

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If I see one more person infantilizing Wylan Van Eck I will push myself into the canal

#I’m really not in the mood for this rn #but something something queer and disabled characters constantly getting infantilized in media #something something I’m really sick of this #just ffs stop for the love of the saints stop #wylan van eck #six of crows

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laviejaguardia · 1 year

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Helloooo first chapter of my Kanej fic is up!! way earlier than expected haha

not book canon not show canon but a secret third thing (macramé of both with soulmate marks thrown in) hope you enjoy!!

#shadow and bone #six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #kanej fic #soc #kanej ff #sab #grishaverse #sab fic #soc fic #i feel a little unhinged posting this so fast so i'll likely end up editing it a bit down the road oops #usernati #demonicneonfishy #<3 #my writing #i carved out a place for two

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andreawritesit · 2 months

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Have you ever seen someone stab the life out of a streaming service?

No?

Don't worry. Soon you will.

When I'll go *stab* on Netflix's ass if they don't renew Shadow and Bone and give me back my crow babies :)

#seriously #I'm so close to losing my mind #ffs netflix #give me back my crew #shadow and bone #six of crows

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agathena · 5 months

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Dear Reader, as the rowboats set adrift, so do the fates of our characters. Amidst the rhythmic strokes of oars and laughter echoing against the water's edge, secrets surface, tensions linger, and the dance of emotions unfolds. Will the journey down the river lead to newfound understandings or unforeseen complications? The waters hold more than meets the eye, and the quiet moments might just be where the most significant revelations occur. New chapter arrived! Have you ever wondered how The Crows would act in the world of Bridgerton? I did, So I am writing a fic about it. Please come and join me on this silly journey.

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sprnklersplashes · 7 months

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poly!crows, flufftober day 8: rainy day (ao3)

When October comes to Ketterdam, she announces her presence with smoky grey skies and buckets upon buckets of rain. It’s quite an abrupt announcement too; one minute, Nina gets up and leaves her laptop to go make a cup of tea. Two minutes later, she returns with tea, a generous handful of biscuits and sleets of rain pelting the window. She doesn’t take her eyes off it as she sits back down. First comes disbelief, then comes Kaz’s voice in her head reminding her that she’s in Kerch now and the weather is about as reliable as anything else.

She remembers her partners are all out, and she sighs. Then she cheks the weather app and finds the rain is due to carry on all evening, and she sighs again, harder this time.

After firing a quick message to the group chat, she tries to return to her work emails, though they hold her attention even less than they did before. Her phone lights up, then fades, then lights again, coming alive as the Crows give their various reactions.

wolf boy (but not in a furry way): oh wow! thank djel I have the car :p

wolf boy (but not in a furry way): who changed my nickname again?

Llewellyn: couldn’t have been me!

Llewellyn: who still uses emoticons?

Matthias Helvar changed his nickname to Only Sane Man

wylan van fuck: matthias is never beating the furry allegations

wylan van fuck: but I do second the oh wow!

wylan van fuck: @ matthias since i’m ur favourite ur still picking me up from work right???

Only Sane Man: we don’t have favourites, wy. but yes I will still pick you up.

wylan van fuck: yay!

Llewellyn: gay

Only Sane Man: driving cars is gay now?

Wraith: so does that make jes straight?

Llewellyn: I’M BEING HATE CRIMED?

Llewellyn: BY MY PARTNER?

Llewellyn: IN THE QUEER POLY GROUP CHAT?

Llewellyn: WITH OUR OTHER PARTNERS?

wylan van fuck: how in the fuck did we get here?

Only Sane Man: put two kurge in the swear jar when we get home.

nina beana: well given the weather, mayhaps we use the swear jar money for pizza tonight??? to warm us up????

nina beana: wylan’s treat, apparently.

wylan van fuck: shit yea the weather

Only Sane Man: four kruge.

Llewellyn: I love pizza!

Llewellyn: especially when its paid by wylan’s swearing

Llewellyn: @ wylan, say more cuss words so we have more pizza money

wylan van fuck: *send a voice message* 2:30

Wraith: this would go so hard at an open mic night.

Nina snorts into her tea as she replays Wylan’s message. In her mind’s eye, she can see the others’ reactions, Jesper dancing to it, Inej laughing, Matthias’ silent mortification and prayers to Djel. She presses herself into the couch and carries on with her emails, the rain drumming steadily and relentlessly against the windows.

Twenty minutes later, her phone buzzes again, and this time she finds a picture of a completely drenched Kaz, looking at the camera and managing to be both supremely pissed off and completely unaffected.

kazzlus dazzlus: *sent a picture*

kazzlus dazzlus: its raining.

She spits her tea out at that.

Inej is the first one home, her workplace less than twenty minutes on the bus. Nina opens the door to find her sopping wet on the porch, white coat turned brown and her neatly-styled hair now frizzy and tatted and curling at the bottom. She practically yanks the girl in through the door.

“You okay, love?” Inej’s hands are like ice beneath hers, as is her cheek when she pulls her into an embrace.

“Other than the typhoon outside, I’m good,” she replies, gently returning Nina’s squeeze. She lets out a gasp then, immediately dropping her bag and pulling her sodden coat off her. As Nina shuts the door, Inej pulls the tie from her hair and shakes it out. “Remind me again why I don’t work from home?”

“Because-and I quote- you’d never get anything done with the rest of us running around.”

“Ah, that,” she says with a roll of her eyes. She plants a kiss on Nina’s cheek before darting to the stairs, her movements as nimble as if back on the high wire. “I’m hitting the shower. When are we doing pizza?”

“Not until the rest of them get home,” she replies. Inej nods and carries on two-at-a-time up the stairs. Nina lets her eyes linger on her small frame before turning back towards the living room, a wry grin curling at the corners of her lips.

“Save me a cookie?” Inej’s voice calls from upstairs. Nina chuckles warmly, blows a kiss towards the stairs, and the jar is moved from the cupboard to the coffee table.

Really, Inej didn’t have to ask.

The rest trickle in steadily over the next few hours. Jesper alerts them with a knock at the window, their eyes so wide they take up half their face. They all but barrel into Nina when she opens the door, other hand reaching out to grab the expectant Inej. At first they’re delighted, basking in their partners ever-persistent affection. And then the seconds turn into minutes, and realisation dawns on the pair of them with incredibly precision.

“You’re using our body heat aren’t you?” Inej asks.

“Yep!” The two rolls their eyes, exasperated and slightly shivering against Jesper’s cold hands, and it takes both of them to shove him off.

“Hot shower, “ Inej tells them with a poke to the chest. “And then maybe Nina will share her cookie stash.”

“Uh, they have to earn the cookie stash!”

Jesper comes down ten minutes later, clean, warm, grinning like a madman, and wraps Nina in a tight embrace that sweeps her off the ground. Apparently, it was enough for a cookie.

It’s around half an hour later when the blue blur of Matthias’ car appears at the window, obcusred by the heavy fog covering the glass. Minutes later, a flash of red hair that can only be Wylan emerges and sprints to the door, followed by Matthias rushing up the path. Jesper is at the door and opening it before Wylan can even get his key in the lock, wrapping the two of them in a tight hug that lasts until Nina appears at his shoulder and reminds him gently that cold air travels through open doors.

The smiles don’t fade though. Matthias pecks her cheek before half-jogging up the stairs, making a show of trying to beat Wylan to the shower but moving suspiciously slowly for a guy who runs marathons for fun. The three of them, Nina, Inej and Jesper, can hear Wylan’s laughter reverberate through the bathroom door, answered by a groan that sounds anything but frustrated. Nina grins, initially to herself, but like a flame it jumps to Inej and then to Jesper and they’re chuckling, softly, under their breaths.

Then Matthias is on the stairs, shaking his wet hair over them. Inej delicately steps aside and pulls Jesper into her spot, letting him take the full force of Matthias’s storm. Their reaction is suitably dramatic.

When Kaz finally turns his key in the lock, his coat is so soaked it’s basically a second skin and his dark hair clings to his face like seaweed against a rock. The edges of his coat drip, drip, drip along the floor as he makes his way down the hall, alerting them to his presence with the rap of his cane against the door and a raised eyebrow. The four of them (Matthias now in the shower) have crammed into their small kitchen; Inej and Wylan are sitting on the counter leaning over Nina’s shoulders, while Jesper is atop the table with his feet pushing one of their mismatched chairs outwards. The rumble of the dryer can be felt through the brick and the counter sways like the little boats that dock on the harbour in the summer.

“Brekker, settle a fight,” Nina asks. “We’re ordering pizza. We’re getting a veggie for Inej and Matthias and a plain one for Wy. Do we get a Hawaiian as a third?”

“If you do, that delivery guy will have to step over my corpse to get into this house,” he replies, gasping slightly as he pulls of his wet coat. He hangs it on the back of the door, the black tweet slipping in amongst the other coats of their house.

“Chicken and sweetcorn it is then,” Nina announces. Kaz runs a gloved hand through his hair before stopping beside Jesper, his arms folded over his chest. “Still bad out there?”

“No, Zenik, I just fancied a dip in the canal.” Inej throws Kaz a tea towel and he catches it expertly with one hand. “What sides are we getting?”

“Cheesy bread,” Nina replies. “And wedges. Anything else?”

“Springing for two sides?”

“The swear jar money covered it,” she replies. “Didn’t you listen to Wylan’s voice note?”

“No, on account of the fact I never open that chat unless I get to say something.” His voice is mumbled, half-hidden by the yellow towel over his face. It’s a lie, of course. Kaz Brekker can deny anything to anyone (and he has, many times) but screenshots don’t lie. And Nina’s phone is almost backed up with the amount that show ‘seen by Kaz’ beneath several of their messages. Not to mention the times she’s caught him half-smiling at his phone just seconds after someone put something in it, and all the things he’d only know if he checked it regularly. His ‘Dirtyhands knows all’ act can only go so far.

Still, she doesn’t say anything, and all of them let Kaz’s rickety wall stay where it is for now. In any case, his gloved hand is resting over Jesper’s on his shoulder as the five of them talked in hushed, soft tones about their work days and the storm and what movie to watch tonight.

“May I make a suggestion?” Jesper asks innocently.

“We’re not watching the Bee Movie again,” comes Inej’s reply, her voice soft and her eyes hard and unflinching when Jesper pouts.

“But it’s the greatest movie ever made!” he protests. “It’s a masterpiece. It’s a witty deconstruction of the capitalist system. It challenges us to think about the importance of those in society we brush off. It tackles our preconceived notions of relationships-”

“By that he means, she fucks the bee,” Wylan replies.

“She loved the bee! She and the bee had a consensual adult relationship!”

“Is Jesper debating the merits of the Bee Movie again?” Matthias appears in the doorway, hair tousled, clad in sweatpants and one of his old hoodies. The dark blue brings out his eyes. “Because I am not willing to sit through it for a third time.”

“Insert joke about furries here,” Kaz mutters as Matthias ducks through the doorway. Matthias rolls his eyes, a retort ready on his lips. But then he looks around the room, surveys each of his partners in turn, and Nina can practically see the wheels turning behind his eyes.

“Jesper is that my hoodie?” he turns to Inej, Wylan and Nina, all three of whom stand silently, repressing giggles and burrowing into the impossibly soft fabric enveloping them. “Are these all my hoodies?”

“In our defense,” Jesper begins. Then, he pulls his hands into the sleeves and lets the end flop around, a grin crackling across his face. “They’re comfy.”

“Very comfy,” adds Inej.

“Collosally comfy,” Nina continues.

“Well, shit, I was just going to say ‘really very comfy’,” Wylan adds. A chorus of “swear jar” comes to his reply, and to that he just scrunches up his face and laughs. Even Matthias’ indignance at the hoodie theft seems forgotten as he drags a hand over his face, eyes landing on semi-worridely Kaz.

“Go get out of those wet clothes, Brekker,” he says. “And help yourself to any of my jumpers sicne they’re all free anyway.”

“You’re good, Helvar,” Kaz says before leaving. His gait is slightly stiff with the rain, and Nina doesn’t have to say anything before Jesper flips on the kettle. They’re all too aware of how the cold can affect Kaz’s leg. Wylan will have a hot water bottle down in approximately sixty seconds.

“Matti,” Jesper says as he leans against the table. “Really, you should take the sweater theft as a compliment to your skills. You make them so soft.”

“There’s this magical thing,” he replies. “It’s called fabric softener. You should use it sometime.”

“There’s also the fact that you’re the biggest one here. Ergo, your jumpers fit all of us,” Wylan says. He holds up his arms, completely lost in the cavernous sleeves. “I mean, I offer my collection of jumpers with sheep on them all the time, but they never fit anyone so no-one takes them.”

“Sure,” comes Kaz’s voice from the stairs, slow and stretched out. “That’s the reason.”

Wylan’s reaction comes in three parts. First, he blinks like a deer in headlights, trying to search for Kaz’s meaning. Then realisation dawns on him, slowly, and they all watch as his mouth falls open in the kind of offence usually reserved for when family members are insulted. And for the third part, he looks down in abject horror, and the rest of them alternate by assuring them his sheep jumpers are lovely and also trying not to wet themselves from laughing so hard.

Saints, Nina has never felt so lucky.

In a crushing five-to-one defeat, they don’t watch the Bee Movie. Jesper makes a show of how disappointed he is, insisting that none of them have the same intellectual taste in film that he does. Instead, they go for Labryinth, followed by The Princess Bride and maybe Sharkboy and Lavagirl if there’s time. And for all Jesper’s whining, he is the first to start dramatically quoting each film as they set up. As Nina pulls the warmed blankets from the dryer, she can hear Matthias reluctantly playing the Buttercup to Jesper’s Westley and Kaz chiming in with a quote here and there to keep the scenes moving. She rolls her eyes and sighs “boys”, but the smile on her face is unshakeable.

The smile blossoms when Inej rises her her tiptoes and kisses the back of her head.

Arm in arm, they return to the living room with arms full of blankets just as Jesper is answering the door. As they enter, they’re greeted witha cry of “piggy back time” and the visual of Wylan rocket-launching himself onto Matthias’ back. Their partner gasps, stumbles and just barely rights himself before he bellows out a laugh and adjusts Wylan’s hold on him. Kaz sits on the couch, Wylan’s hot water bottle tucked against his bad leg and funnily enough, Matthias’s sweater over his pyjamas. Between gloved hands, Nina spies the familiar gleam of Kaz’s phone, and underneath Wylan’s giggling she hears the unmistakeable click of the camera. He pulls it back as soon as Jesper returns, face obscured by the mountain of food boxes he carries.

“Gentle reminder that the paper plates on the coffee table are to be used,” Kaz announces. “Because I am not cleaning tomato sauce out off the cushions again”. That comes with a pointed look at Nina, and she just shrugs before dumping the blankets in the middle of the room and announcing that its a free-for-all. Her preferred one, a white fluffy number Kaz got her last year, is already securely wrapped around her shoulders, and so she’s happy and comfy and seated for the night. Ergo, her partners may fight to the death if they please.

Secure in her blanket cocoon, she plops down on the sofa. Matthias descends on the pile, Wylan on his back, who announces their presence by sticking his fists in the air and yelling “blankets!” like his life depends on it. Laughter buzzes in the air as they all watch Matthias lowerself down, Inej punctuating it with a growing ‘ooooooooh’ and a ‘heck yea’ when he makes it without dropping him. Wylan grabs one for himself and one for Matthias as well, pressing the fabric into his free hand before returning his hands to Matthias shoulders and declaring “Onwards my noble Fjerdan!”.

“Here,” Matthias sighs. “Go be Jesper’s problem. I’ve had enough of you.” His words are annoyed but his tone is anything but, and Wylan lands in a giggly heap on Jesper’s lap.

And that’s it. Jesper straightens up against the couch, content for a moment, but then Kaz taps his shoulder and he scoots into the spot between Kaz’s legs. Wylan’s is curled on his side, his head in Jesper’s lap with Matthias next to him, rubbing circles into his back. With a slice of pizza in one hand, Nina runs her hand through Matthias’ hair, enjoying watching how his cheeks grow when he smiles. She presses her finger to one of his dimples and scratches against his cheek, and something warm bubbles in her chest.

Somehow, Inej managed to sneak in and situate herself on the couch without anything noticing. Her hand is intertwined with Kaz’s, and he dips his head and whispers something to make her laugh. When Nina looks, she sees Kaz’s free hand petting Jesper’s hair.

And it’s this. It’s just the six of them, and messy combinations of limbs and pizza and soft words and bad jokes. It carries them through, just like it always has.

The rain keeps pelting the window, unending, determined to be let in. But inside its them, and the movies on the TV, and the soft, fuzzy peace that glows openly between them all. And for Nina, and for all of them, it’s enough. It will always be enough.

#six of crows #six of crows ff #poly!crows #nina zenik #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #helnik #kanej #wesper #wylan x matthias #kazper

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Kimchi and Movie night

Pairing: Danielle Galligan x actress!reader(platonic) ft mention of the Crow cast

Summary: Having to deal with harsh interviews calls for Danielle to come to your rescue

TW: bad relationship with family members

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You had found your on and off screen older sister figure in the form of Nina Zenik and the actress portraying her: Danielle Galligan

Since your involvement, I mean much more involvement, in season2 of Shadow and Bone the actress had taken a liking to you, and the sentiment was 100% mutual on your part.

Danielle was someone you wished you had meet before, her and the rest of the Crow cast. Because they were the picture you had when picturing a family, a group of people who were always there for each other.

Since the start of shooting the latest season Danielle had been your comfort, your support, your source of advice, your comedian, your best friend and everything you could think of. She was the reason you were hanging on dear life.

“Who is your biggest supporter?” Your mind traveled in a second to your fellow actress, but exposing like this your awful relationship with your family was not a good idea, not when your mother was going to see it. You lied, a white lie you memorized by heart.

“My family. They weren’t very happy when I told them I wanted to work in this field, but when they understood I could do it, they were there for me.”

That day, when you went home you turned off your phone, not wanting to talk with anyone. Not your family, not your friends back home, not a single soul.

The doorbell rang, annoyance painted all over your face. You looked through the hole and a weak smile was plastered on your features. Opening the door, Danielle was smiling at you, holding up some groceries bags.

“Can I come in?” Her sweet voice was something you missed dearly.

You let her inside and she flew to your kitchen table, taking out so much junk food you were surprised to see all that stuff.

Danielle sensed it, how she was able to was a mystery for you too, and before you could ask she took out a box(?) of kimchi.

“It took me forever to find it, next time tell me where you buy it.” You trotted(?) to her taking the food and thanking your friend. “I though that after an entire interview about your family you were in need of some of this.” She added leaning on the counter.

“Maybe not all of it, but I missed my dear kimchi for sure.” She laughed at you but said nothing. She saw the way you looked when you opened the door and this, this version of you was enough for her.

“Ready to binge watch season 2?” Danielle said taking control over your couch and tv.

“If only we skip my scenes. I don’t wanna see myself on screen, is weird.” You retorted above the loud sound of your (cappa). Danielle answered with an annoyed ‘yeah yeah’ and you knew you were going to have a long night of teasing.

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moonstruck-poet · 6 months

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Rewrite The Stars

Pairing - Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary - The story of how you two manage to unravel the complexities that concern a relationship based on the song 'Rewrite The Stars'

Hope you'll enjoy it!!!

You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. You know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied.

Kaz Brekker, you muttered under your breath and kicked a small stone with as much strength as you could muster, ignoring the sharp pain that followed.

He really was impossible that one. Tested your patience to such a level that you were almost considering giving up.

Almost.

But you weren't known as the never giving up person for nothing. You would try to make him see sense.

You halted in your path towards the Crow Club to analyse your thoughts which were a hundred percent occupied by that young boy whom everyone called Dirtyhands.

He had you completely charmed, as could be observed since he was the one running rent free through your mind at all times when you weren't risking your life for the same man.

So taking a deep breath and resting your hand on your holster, you entered your home with a poker face and scanned everything to see that all was going on smoothly.

"All good here?" You questioned Rotty and downed a shot of whiskey, scrunching your nose at the bitter after taste.

"Everything under control ma'am, got a lotta good pigeons," he grinned and your lips twitched sideways.

"What's up, Jes?" You asked the gunslinger who was sitting on one of the stools near the bar, twirling his pistol in his hand.

"Nothing, I'm bored. Need some action," he groaned and stretched upwards.

"Of course you do," you laughed softly. "Where are the others?"

"Off doing saints know what".

"Kaz still ain't budging?" He asked suddenly, his tone a little gentler.

"No," you said shortly and clenched your jaw. Suddenly not wanting to thing about him.

Jesper sighed loudly, "He is one of the most idiotic person I know. He doesn't even seem to realise he's missing out on the best thing that's happened to him".

You smiled at that, it was a small one but nevertheless a smile after all.

"If I wasn't so unbelievably enamoured by messy haired guys who are quite a shot at chemistry, I would've gone for you honestly".

"I'm flattered, Fahey".

"But seriously tho, love. What's his reason for denying you, huh?"

"Kaz thinks we're not good together," you answered abruptly.

"Not good together my ass," he rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. "You deserve so much better than him. I don't understand how you even managed to fall for him".

"Falling for him wasn't falling at all, Jes. It was like walking into a house and just knowing that you're home," you whispered.

And there he was, the hindrance to your concentration, the object of your continuous staring, Kaz Brekker.

He took off his hat, revealing his rather well defined featured that seemed to be sculpted with a help of a knife.

Your eyes took his figure in. Those all black clothes with that unmistakable cane was his entire persona that he had built for himself.

Your gaze softened at the sight of his messed up hair, the few strands that had fallen on his pale forehead making your heart skip a tiny beat.

"You really love him don't you?" You snapped from your staring at Jesper's question."I guess I do," you answered, eyes following him as he walked towards you with what you assumed to be another one of those tasks that he always gave you, just because of the amount of trust he had.

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You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away and out of a reach from me. But you're hearing my heart so who can stop me if I decide, it's on my destiny?

"Fucking hell this idiot of a man," you groaned and ran frantically towards the mount of wounded people.

You had indeed raided one of the most well protected safe of the most dangerous person and there were bound to be major consequences.

Your heart dropped after seeing Wylan lying near a building wreckage and you sprinted despite the throbbing pain in your calf and ignoring the blood flowing down one side of your head and torso.

"Hey," you whispered, getting down to your knees and shaking the boy. "Wylan, come on. I need you, come on wake up," phrases fell from your lips absently.

And he did wake up and you felt as though your feet were back again on solid ground. He woke up, immediately clutching his head and looked around, eyes squinting. "Where are the others?" he said hoarsely.

"Everybody is fine, everyone except for Kaz and we're all looking for him," you murmured, the relief fading away for panic to seize control of your weak heart again.

He immediately noticed your tensed posture and really looked at you, succeeding in reading your internal turmoil.

"Up you get," he suddenly said in an authoritative voice. "We're gonna go and find Kaz right now," he got up and held out his arm for you to grasp.

You simply stared before shaking yourself off and following his lead, glad to have someone to listen to instead of following your stupid thoughts all alone.

The fear in both you and Wylan seemed to increase tenfold after witnessing gruesome scenes all around you. But you both swallowed it harshly and kept a determined spirit, him more than you actually.

Because naturally your heart always seemed to lose its stone cold interior upon the mention of a specific someone.

"Saints," Wylan suddenly came to an abrupt halt and his eyes widened as he pointed to the shed of a shop that was almost on the verge on collapsing entirely. And underneath all of that rubble was Kaz.

"Oh god," was all that escaped your lips and you didn't think before running towards him, not even noticing a large chunk of the ceiling falling om your shoulder.

"Kaz," you said, leaning down in front of him. Your throat burned at his terrible state. His hair completely dishevelled, numerous cuts and blood stains littering his body, eyes half closed as he gazed ahead endlessly.

"Kaz!" You said again and Wylan softly patted his shoulder, accidentally touching his bare skin where the shirt was torn and in the process jolting awake the unconscious boy.

"Good gracious," you prayed and stepped back after seeing the anxiety on his face. "Kaz you have to let me, or you're going to die you bastard," you frowned but waited and turned towards Wylan, "Will you go and tell the others that we've found him? They'll be there at our decided headquarters, just inform them quickly please and get Nina as soon as you can," you instructed and he set off instantly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and clenched your jaw hard before moving closer and putting one hand behind his shoulders, your heart shattering a little at his sharp intake of breath. "I'm so sorry but I have to do this," you said with a rather broken voice and picked him up.

Halfway through the route he let out a loud groan and you almost dropped him but then steadied yourself and halted.

"What's wrong, Kaz?"

His eyes were scrunched up in pain and it was then that you noticed the bullet which was wedged on the side of his chest and you froze at the sight.

"No no no," your muscles seemed rooted to the spot and the only thought runnung through your mind was that he was going to die. Kaz Brekker was going to die.

"Shit," you muttered and hastened your pace, struggling slightly under the weight of his rather heavy body but you did manage to reach the secret meeting place just in time.

"NINA!" You yelled and placed him on the nearest couch. "NINA!"

She was out in a second, all others following close behind and breathing in sharply at the sight of their leader beaten up so badly.

"Th- There's a bullet through his s- side," you said, panting as suddenly there was a lack of oxygen in the air. "There's a bullet Nina! Quick come on you gotta get it out. You have t- to get it out, quick!"

"Wylan," Nina gestured with her eyes and he understood, gently taking you by the shoulders and pulling you away.

"No! What're you doing?! Wylan stop it!"

"He's going to be okay, let me clean up your wounds too".

"I'm fine! But he's not! He needs me okay? I- I can't leave him lying there like that! I can't- I can't-" you broke off and gulped. Your eyes tearing up as you let yourself be pulled away from him.

But tell me, how is one supposed to survive when their lifeline itself is im danger?

You were sitting in one of the rooms all alone, looking out of the window absentmindedly. Wylan had graciously cleaned and bandaged all your injuries amd you didn't even have the heart to say a simple thanks to him.

Inej had dropped by a few minutes ago with a small plate of food and you hadn't bothered to appreciate her with a small nod.

All that rang through your mind was Nina's conversation with Matthias that you had accidentally overheard.

"There were not one but two bullets, Matthias. And they were the poisonous kind, the ones that work on paralysing and slowly killing the body of the victim. He's taken quite a hit that one".

He's taken quite a hit that one...

A lump welled up in your throat as you mulled over every incident when you were on the brink of losing him forever.

Once when you two were fourteen, once when you were sixteen and now at the very tender age of seventeen, Kaz was slipping through your grasp again.

Fate was constantly pulling you apart, making you go as far as possible from each other but it had been enough now, you simply couldn't handle it.

You swallowed down the burning sensation and went quietly towards the room where Kaz was fighting for his life. Your breath got caught upon seeing his rather peaceful face. No furrowed eyebrows, not a crease on his forehead, he seemed very much at ease.

You took a seat next to him, tears on the verge of falling but you blinked then away stubbornly. You weren't one to cry that easily, but control seemed to jump out of the window whenever he was involved.

"Kaz," you whispered as though he would open his eyes that very second and you would be met with dark brown irises that you so loved.

"Here we are again huh," you murmured and heaved a deep sigh. "Its been what 3 times now that we were in this same scenario?"

You kept on making small talks, it beimg useless towards him but actually helping you to get over your emotions.

"You don't understand the way my heart breaks when you get hurt this badly, Brekker," you said softly. "I've tried to tell you so many times but you're one stubborn asshole aren't you?"

You exhaled and your eyes gazed at his beautiful features, from his sharp eyebrows, to long eyelashes and then to his perfect lips.

"You have to wake up, Kaz. You will," you said firmly. "I don't think I can function properly without you," you looked down at your hands.

"Get well soon, love," you whispered the words and despite being unconscious, rhey ringed in Kaz's ears. Love, you had called him. He felt something brush against his forehead, pushing away strands of hair and tickling him a little.

But then the warm feeling was gone and once again he was alone, cold, and empty.

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What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart, you'll be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one could say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.

"Saints this is all so ridiculous," Jesper muttered and frowned deeply at the comedic costume that he was supposed to wear. "Couldn't you have gotten something better?"

"You either have the choice to wear it or run around naked, I don't care. All I want is a proper distraction. The choice is yours," Kaz said easily and went back to scrutinising the map placed on the table.

Jesper rolled his eyes but wore the clothes anyways and you snorted making him give you a sharp glare.

"I'll shoot you, I swear," he threatened weakly when you fully cackled. "It's not fair that you get to dress up like a literal princess when I'm here looking equivalent to a clown!"

"I'm afraid you won't make a very pretty princess Jes," Inej smiled as she sharpened her knives with without even looking at them.

"Oh I don't, Inej. He might make a wonderful, lovely girl," Nina piped in and you laughed.

"Enough chatting please," Kaz interrupted your lighthearted teasing making the Heartrender scowl.

"You always have to interrupt the best moments between us don't you?" She glared but the man didn't as much give a shit.

"Wylan you're ready with your explosives? Confident they'll go off exactly when we want them to?" He asked and received a confirming nod.

"We'll leave in about five minutes exactly," he checked his watch and scanned all of the faces staring at his intently. "Off you go then. I want absolutely no detours from anyone, I'm talking especially to you, Jesper," he narrowed his stare to the Zemeni who merely shrugged and grinned.

"Goodluck everybody," he said and they all left for their respective work. "Let's go," he said to you and you got up, instantly feeling uncomfortable in the rather beautiful dress and the heels.

This was new and uncharted territory, something you had never even worn before in your entire life. But you liked it. It didn't match your usual attire at all, but a change at times was welcomed on your part.

You two were invited, or rather you had invited yourselves to the ball that was supposed to take place. It was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate and steal.

"Remember all we have to do is stay for the entire program, we cannot afford any mishaps to happen. No tiny slipups at all or the entire plan goes down the drains," Kaz said as you slowly walked to the venue.

"I know Kaz," you sighed at his nagging. "You can trust me, you know?"

"I know," he said lowly and looked straight up, refusing to make eye contact.

Your eyes flitted to look at his side profile. It was sharp, the streetlights highlighting his carved features and your heart started running at an unbelievable speed.

He had for once ditched his long coat and had instead worn an all black suit with a black tie. And saints did he look amazing. Kaz Brekker seemed to have no idea at just how unsettled and in love you were.

Just as you were about to enter the grand hall, he stopped you and offered his arm. He was also not wearing his gloves, wanting to stay off suspicion as much as possible.

"You sure? We don't have to do this," you said softly but he insisted and you hesitatingly wrapped your fingers around his elbow.

Kaz didn't as such flinch from your touch, which just proved that he did trust you a lot.

"Ah there you are! Mr and Mrs Helvar am I right?" An elderly man beamed at you two and Kaz instantly transformed into a complete stranger in mere seconds.

"Absolutely!" He smiled widely, his lips stretching in an unfamiliar way and you almost cringed at how fake it looked, but that was only because you knew him.

"Alright alright that's enough," you whispered after the host went away to greet someone else. "Please bring back the Kaz I know".

He rolled his eyes and returned to his cool demeanour. You were lounging near the bar, sipping drinks to pass time while also maintaining a strict checking of the area.

"How much longer do we have to stay?" You asked after about an hour.

"The party's only just began. It'll take time I think," he answered and looked around.

"These heels are killing me," you groaned. "I need my shoes back".

He didn't say anything but his jaw had clenched, as it always did when he felt a little helpless and unsure. He glanced at your feet before returning his gaze back to the ballroom.

"Saints he's here again," you said suddenly and he turned to see the same man walking towards you two once again.

"You've been sitting for quite a time now! Come on then let's get you on your feet. Don't keep such a beautiful lady waiting, Mr Helvar," he grinned cheekily, eyes clearly trailing down your body.

"I'll make sure," Kaz answered rather tightly, stepping in between his line of sight and blocking you from his filthy eyes. He looked at you and held out his hand, you stopped for a tiny second before placing your bare palm into his cold one.

He inhaled sharply but at the same time gently pulled you towards the dancefloor, keeping his eyes on the host who seemed to be watching your every move.

"He's just wrote himself a death wish," your fake husband grumbled in annoyance which soon turned into a forced smile after waving at someone.

"Loosen up now, we have to dance," you said and were surprised immensely when his fingers intertwined with yours and his other palm was slowly making its way to be placed on your waist.

He glanced in your eyes and all you offered was a gorgeous smile. That seemed to be all that was required and the tips of his fingers brushed your waist before halting there.

Your free hand was on his shoulder and you two swayed, your bodies closer than ever before. And you thought to youself, you could definitely get used to this.

Not the elegant gown or the grand party, not at all. But these small but significant moments of intimacy with him.

"This is nice," your small whisper broke the silence as you danced, engaged in your own little rhythm. Too occupied with each other to even pay the slightest attention elsewhere.

"It is," he nodded and this time made eye contact without hesitation. The force was so strong and powerful that you couldn't feel anything except for the rapid thumping of your heart.

Everybody else seemed to fade as you two danced the moment away, completely taken by each other as you swayed. And you thought, it wasn't so bad was it.

And Kaz gave you a look which seemed to answer your question, it was as if he had clearly read your mind.

It's not so bad, his eyes reflected and you couldn't stop the small smile which soon fell off after another question had plagued your mind.

'Then why? Why can't we give this a shot? Give us a shot?'

"It's always up to us you know," you murmured suddenly, not bothering to elaborate because you knew he understood it well enough.

"Nobody has a damn say in what the hell we do with our lives. It's always up to you and me," you repeated and smiled tightly.

While he just stared at your face, taking notice of the way your heart was literally shattering in front of him. And all he wanted was to tell you that he loved you too, had been loving you since ages.

But you already knew that, you weren't oblivious for saint's sake. You knew he had fallen as hard for you as you had for him. His problem was that he refused to accept it, for god knows what reason.

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Ahem ahem... do we need a part 2?

Preferably from Mr Brekker's pov? 👀

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honeysucks · 6 months

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i just wanna say that i’m sad that shadow and bone was cancelled but not surprised.

season one was honestly so beautiful and had great pacing and a well thought out storyline that slightly coincided with the books but also successfully brought in the crows.

season 2 however did not have that fine, sharp finish that season one had. the storyline felt quite all over the place and didn’t feel very smooth. not to mention it shoved two books into one season and didn’t really do it well.

besides the fact i didn’t like season 2, i LOVED the characters and how the actors perfectly portrayed them on screen. it felt like they had stepped right out of the book (ikkk cliche. whatever)!

we got to see most/if not all the main characters from the books and i could not be more happy with that fact.

i wished we could’ve gotten more and maybe, if we all band together, we could get netflix to reconsider oooor get another streaming service to pick it up (if that’s even allowed).

#shadow and bone #six of crows #king of scars #shadow and bone show #shadow and bone trilogy #six of crows duology #king of scars duology #grishaverse #imma miss my crows #alina starkov #my love #it had so much potential #screw netflix honestly #like stop cancelling shows ffs #ssshhh honey #WE NEVER GOT TO SEE THE CROWS ALTOGETHER WHAT

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STILL ON THAT TIGHTROPE

chapter one: INEJ

“ Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.”

― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

Let me tell you something; it is the circus that finds its performers, not the other way around.

No one knows how or why or where . The finest artists from all around the world spend decades trying to get noticed, trying to weasel their way inside the black-and-red striped tents. They send their applications by post to the last location the circus was spotted. They lag behind the rest of the audience after the show, hoping to catch the attention of the troupe. They advertise themselves in the papers and on the radio. They stand on cliff edges at night and shout into the endless void of the sea and sky turned one in the darkness.

And the only things they receive in form of a reply are silence and bitter disappointment. No echo.

It is the circus that finds its performers, not the other way around.

These rare, rare gems, who find themselves standing on the black sand arena with hundreds of eyes upon them, wish they could spill this truth - but you cannot spill something you don’t possess, and so they keep quiet.

What can they say? How can they make them all understand?

There was a crow.

There was a letter.

And there was a warning that no magic comes without a cost.

Her wire glows in the darkness with the prettiest, softest silver. Standing on the platform, she wastes minutes and hours staring at it in the stillness and quietness of an empty tent. Just Inej and her moonlight wire, and nothing else in the entire world.

In the beginning, she wondered what it was made of; what kind of material can be so delicate and yet so strong, and what could possibly produce this ethereal glow. She even asked Jesper to examine it, endlessly confused when he paled and shook his head.

She is past such questions now, of course. Wolves eat from Matthias’ hands like spaniel puppies, Jes would not miss the target even with his eyes closed, and Nina’s crystal ball shows her exactly what her clients want to see. There are new constellations painted on the sky every night. The rain is never cold.

The Crow Circus is not a place of logic. It is a place of faith.

And, lucky for Inej, she has an abundance of that.

The wire glows, keeps on glowing. It is so pretty, so inviting. It looks like a lifeline that could cure all of her aches and fill all of the empty spaces inside her if only she held on to it. She knows how it feels underneath her feet, knows it perfectly well, like the thin thread of impossibility. Nothing at all, just blinding light warming her skin.

One step – she thinks. If only I could take one step, it would do no harm –

A crow lands on the platform beside her feet, squawking unpleasantly before it starts to peck at her toes. Its beak glints like polished metal.

“Alright, alright,” she murmurs, taking a step further from the edge and raising her hands. “I am climbing down. Happy now, Kaz?”

From the sea of darkness down below, a familiar rasp answers.

“Overjoyed, darling. Overjoyed.”

Inej feels her cheeks heat up, and she shakes her head in annoyance. The silvery glow still lures her, still beckons her towards it, but its pull diminishes with every step she takes down the ladder. She swallows the need to turn back. She is going up there soon enough; soon enough, she will be dancing up there until her heart aches.

The sand swallows the sound of her landing when she leaps down. Kaz is leaning on the pillar in front of her and watching her in silence, the crow now perched on his shoulder. The dark wool of his coat blends with the shade of the wood so perfectly that his pale complexion looks almost ghoulish in contrast.

Except, of course, almost is the key word. Her eyes cannot help but trace the edge of his jaw and the sharp arches of his cheekbones. Shadows lovingly gather in the dimple between his lower lip and his chin; they carve the shape of Adam’s apple on his neck.

There is a small smile lurking in the corners of his mouth that makes her blush even deeper.

She has never seen him looking like this at anyone else. Not even close.

“Aren’t you supposed to be eating dinner?” she asks and reaches one hand towards him, rubbing her fingers together. “Tsh, tsh , come on girl, come to me.”

The crow – which Inej identifies as Anika, through a characteristic patch of lighter feathers on her chest – crooks her head and then leaps off Kaz’s shoulder to land on Inej’s forearm with no hesitation. She sends him a triumphant grin, and he grimaces in return.

“I could ask you the same question. Your food is getting cold.”

If it were anyone else, she would tease them about skipping lunch in favor of finding her and making sure that she gets to eat hers. But it’s not anyone else, so she just nods, her eyes locked on Kaz’s.

She’s back on the platform, with her sight set on the wire. She doesn’t want to look away, no matter how dangerous it is. Not as long as he’s staring back at her.

“Okay,” she says softly. “Let’s go eat then. Walk with me?”

The sand swishes slightly when Kaz straightens and takes a few steps towards her, his bad leg dragging a bit behind him. He raises his hand and lets it hover above her cheek.

“May I?” he asks, as he always does.

And she nods, as she does more often than not.

The warm, worn-out leather of Kaz’s glove gently slides against her heated skin, tracing the fullness of her cheek, before his fingers snatch some stray hairs and tuck them behind her ear.

“There you are.” he murmurs, looking down at her, his palm still pressed to her cheek. “There you are, Inej.”

Inej stares into his eyes, wondering quietly if that’s how her audience feels when they watch her perform above their heads in her fish-scale costume. Slightly drunk, slightly dazed. Thoroughly enchanted.

She can swear that, when he leans down to press a kiss on the crown of her head, the dark walls of the tent burst in the glittering silvers and scarlets, if just for a heartbeat.

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