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mysticmiav · 14 days
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"He curled himself around her again. This time, his hand at her waist met Krai, and he sighed. He gave in, and added to the cat’s attention." 🐈‍⬛️🖤
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Sooo excited to finally share this piece I'd been working on! Fluff happy kanej because they and we deserve it🥹
This piece was a c0mmission for the fic Zelfliefde by @dreamtigress
The fic goes into Kaz and Inej's relationship a while post-cannon, and mainly revolves around the way in which they're learning to grow and be more vulnerable with each other.
Also, they took in a cat! I absoloutly melted at that. Krai, "sneaky as the Wraith, murderous as the Bastard," Kaz's words not mine, she is a good hunter. She has presented Kaz with many dead mice. The only thing she is cautious about so far are the crows on the rooftop.
The scene I'd illustrated is from chapter 4, a certain, slow, sleepy morning dawn in Kaz's attic in the slat, with both his Wraith and his cat snuggled in the warmth of his bed.
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Okay I’ve been toying with an idea for a Six of Crows au post-Crooked Kingdom where Van Eck won for a little while now and yeah idk but I had a scene idea come to me just now so I’m gonna write it here to see what you guys think and if there’s any interest then I might add it to my list of fics to write
This feels like a weird introduction but, er, here we go:
Inej knew the moment Kaz got home. There were no longer any crowds in the house to come to attention at his entrance, or if there were then no-one had bothered to come down to the half-room and tell Inej, but she could hear his voice drifting through the vents as soon as the door upstairs banged shut behind him.
“Where’s Inej?”
“Where do you think?” Matthias’ reply came roughly, and Inej could all but picture the disapproving grimace that must be crossing his face about now.
Let him judge. She didn’t need to leave the half-room, and for as long as that was true she wouldn’t. The vents did not give her every room though, and she did miss gathering her secrets. She wondered if there was anyone else in the house, but the five of them. Five? She stopped and counted them on her fingers. Yes, five. Hopefully still five. Inej had not bothered to leave the half-room in days, and no-one had been down to see her since yesterday morning.
She heard the door click open behind her, of course, but she did not bother to look up as Dirtyhands entered the room.
“Wraith,”
“Don’t you read the papers, Kaz?” Inej asked, without turning, “The Wraith is dead,”
She stood up, hand wandering across the table for her little pot of jurda. It tasted like shit and it wasn’t nearly as strong as she wanted it to be, but it took less than a month for the price of the blossoms to surpass the height of the stars so she’d have to make do with whatever they had left.
“Inej-”
“They found her body on the steps outside the Church of Barter almost three months ago, remember?” she finally turned to face Kaz, unscrewing the lid on the little silver pot as she did so, “Killed by some mercenary called the White Blade, who still hasn’t been found by they way in case you haven’t seen the latest. I guess it’s difficult to catch a ghost,”
Difficult to catch a wraith.
“We’ve had this conversation several times, Inej-”
“And we’re going to have it again,”
Inej placed an orange jurda blossom on her tongue, then offered the open container to Kaz. It was almost empty. He waved her off.
“I thought you didn’t go in for that sort of thing,”
Inej shrugged.
“Gotta stay awake somehow, haven’t I? We’re busy,”
“We’re not on a job”
“We’re never on a job. Unless the reason you’ve bothered to grace me with your presence is a proposition?”
Kaz shook his head.
“I just wanted to tell you there’s no news,”
Inej looked away. There was never any news. And yet somehow she always expected differently.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Probably,”
Inej caught another jurda blossom between her fingers. She needed to stay awake, because if she slept she would see him. She would see all the ways she’d failed.
“It wasn’t your fault, Inej, we’re having the same conversations on repeat can’t you see-,”
“And we’ll have them again,” she shrugged, “We will have this conversation again, Kaz, because I made a mistake and you are coddling me like a child who won’t be able cope if you tell them something was their fault. Tell me it was my fault, Kaz! We both know that it’s true,”
Kaz shook his head.
“I’d rather repeat the previous,”
“Then let’s,” snapped Inej, because hell if this jurda wasn’t strong enough to keep her awake then maybe an argument would be, “Let’s repeat the goddamn conversation, Kaz, because you’re right. We have the same two conversations on repeat and do you want to know why? Because I am owning up to the mistake I made and I am trying to deal with the consequences of it, but you had no right to do what you did, do you understand me? You messed up and you need to take some damn responsibility, because if you think-”
“You always knew Tailoring Dunyasha’s body to look like yours was a possibility for your escape option,” said Kaz, calmly.
She hated how quiet his voice was, how slow and deliberate he sounded next to the and ramblings that she could not stop from stumbling out of her.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” she hissed, slamming her jurda back down on the table.
“I couldn’t have done anything to stop that,”
“You could have tried,”
“Inej-”
“Shevrati,”
Know-nothing.
She waved a hand vaguely at the door.
“Get out,”
Kaz turned to leave, then paused.
“I am sorry, Inej. They’d like to see you upstairs, you know. Nina misses you,”
“Nina can come down here then,”
“Inej… I can’t do anything for you but apologise,”
“Keep you apologies,” she snarled, and when the door had closed behind him added: “Choke on them,”
Kaz could apologise all he wanted. She would not forgive him. What right did he have to expect anything different from her than this? Did any of them? Kaz had not had to watch his parents cry, as they carried home the body of a child that wasn’t theirs. Kaz had not had to feel the ironclad grip of the person he thought he’d trusted most in the world as they held him back and told him to swallow his sobs and keep quiet. Kaz had not given up and gone limp in their arms, a mess of tears and useless prayers, as he saw his parents slip from his grasp once again and knew that he would not have the chance to tell them truth.
Kaz had also not failed the others, and did not have to feel the truth of that choking him every time he saw them. Kaz had not spent almost three months barely daring to venture out of the half room, just so he would never have to lock eyes with Jesper Fahey. There was a scream inside Inej that had been slowly building itself since the day of the auction, and if she did not find a way to release it soon it may very well eat her alive.
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Kaz being besties with Inej’s dad is something I love so much. Just imagine it.
Every time the Ghafa’s come to Ketterdam, they spend at least 3 hours playing cards together
Kaz telling him about his businesses and improvements he's made to the club (and him offering to help him make renovations)
Sharing stories about Inej
Him telling Kaz about tricks they performed for shows and Kaz tells him about similar stunts they did for heists
Him teaching Kaz little bits of Suli so he can surprise Inej
there's so many more I just LOVE the idea too much
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maidenofcrows · 4 months
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So I’m working on a plotless kanej one shot (that I may or may not finish), and I kinda like this little bit that I’m gonna share with y’all:
… After barely a moment of silence, he laughed. A soft, gentle laugh. The kind that she knew was meant just for her. She’d heard of the Kerch keeping something of their lover’s likeness inside pieces of jewelry. A lock of hair, a penny portrait made by a street vendor, a hand-written note folded on a tiny slip of paper. She thought she would rather store his laugh in one of these lockets and keep it close to her heart always.
Because bottling the other’s laugh and getting drunk on it every night has already been used, I needed to get creative with what Inej thinks of Kaz’s laugh XD I dunno, I just think they’re cute <3
Edit: I did, in fact, finish the thing
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musicallisto · 2 years
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Hi! Could you do a Drabble with “Wait, you think I’m cute?” with Kaz please?
: ̗̀➛ 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐝𝐨𝐠 (kaz brekker x gn!reader)
a/n: i had something much more fun in mind idk what this is im sorry features: 3rd person gn!reader (they/them) wc: 700
˚ ༘✶ NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST || TAG LIST ˚ ༘✶
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𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 worthy of the name must have among its ranks a master of disguise. A shadow who glides through the crowds in broad daylight, who can be grafted onto any skin and fills it seamlessly. Kaz Brekker knows this—and he knows even better that as far as Ketterdam's camouflage swindlers go, Y/N Y/L/N is the very best.
And Kaz Brekker only surrounds himself with the best of the best.
Once again, he called upon his favorite actor to play the role of the inside connection. It's almost too easy for them, and they play it up; Y/N watches their nails nonchalantly, then Kaz with feigned disinterest, and purrs that it looks like Dirtyhands can't get enough of them.
But Kaz knows that Y/N's arrogant indifference is only a facade, and that they will always come back with haste to work at his side. By lure of gain, by love of adrenalin, or by, and he shudders to think of it, but does not allow himself to consider it too long, sincere affection for his company.
"What am I to do this time?"
"Obey orders."
A click of the tongue. "That's not what I'm used to doing."
"Not mine."
"Even worse."
"I need a pair of eyes inside the Exchange, and an unassuming, docile runner to gain the trust of its merchers. Your papers are already done—you are Ghezen's newest little recruit. You will pass on everything you see, everything you hear, the slightest crack in the floor to me through Nina Zenik."
Y/N's ears perk up at the outline of the plan, curiosity piqued and shameless grin creeping on their lips.
"The Exchange? You're either planning the heist of the century, or the remainder of your life in prison. Kerch will never forgive you for the affront to her idol."
"I have no forgiveness to ask of anyone. Are you in?"
Y/N's entire frame sizzles with ardent greed. They already imagine the riches with which they will cover the sills of each of their windows and pave the crumbling stairs of his building, the hot, mold-free meals they will be able to share with the Dregs; the spark of pride they will read in Kaz's eyes as they faithfully report each piece of information in the palm of his glove.
"When have I not been in?"
Y/N spots a flame of esteem dancing on Kaz's beaming face. He doesn't try to hide it at all, for once. He surrenders himself completely to the glory of a dream, of a smile, of a hand that he unintentionally extends. Toward Y/N.
"Perfect. There was no one better suited to play the role of a mercher's cute little lapdog."
"I'll take it as a... wait, you think I'm cute?"
When Y/N's head shoots up at Kaz, they find him chuckling to himself, casting glimmering lights onto their every pore. He is a sight to behold, unabashed and drenched in careful humor, something like an eclipse.
"You only ever hear what you want to hear."
A joke falling from his lips, effortless and candid, is like discovering a speckle of pure gold in a mountain of rubble. By Ghezen, does it drive them crazy.
"Isn't that what you hired me for? To hear the secrets that the unwary drop?"
Like a scene lost to Ketterdam's smoky haze, Kaz swats Y/N's shoulder lightly, stifling a laugh, and the leather of his glovers glides on their forearm without care, halting their heart for a split second. The next, before they can catch a glimpse of Kaz's earnest gaze, the touch is gone, and so are the sparks.
"Nina got you the guards' uniform. You start tomorrow morning. Don't disappoint me."
"I never do."
Kaz nods, the ghost of a memory tugging at the corner of his eyes. Then, like all that is worth saving in Ketterdam, it is gone, swallowed by the mist and soot.
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tagging: @softeninglooks @maybanksslut @alexxavicry (all my writing) @retvenkos @lettersoftroy @janesofia7 @swanimagines @sassyscribbler @noesapphic (grishaverse)
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thrxughthenxght · 17 days
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Freedom Heist
SoC Post-CK Fanfic
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I actually don't really remember where the idea or inspiration for this fic came from. I think I found out about whump and I was like "huh interesting interesting". I also liked the idea of expanding the slave trade in the Grishaverse beyond what we had seen from Inej's past and anything we thought we might see from her in the future. I wanted the biggest of bad and I wanted this grand epic adventure that was still a heist and still the crows. I also decided Matthias is still alive because what do fanfic writers get to do in their fics? Make the rules, yes that's right. More info below!
Characters: Jesper Fahey, Kaz Brekker, Nina Zenick, Inej Ghafa, Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar, side-tertiary OCs
Antagonists: Jan Van Eck, Various OCs
OCs: Ayden Al-Hadari, Mart Genserov (@violets-and-books's), Sir Janis Anker, Anax Shenzer, Mr. Oster. (+ Various tertiary members of Inej's crew).
"Back of Book" Summary: The crows are back in Ketterdam. All together again, only for Jesper to go missing the next morning. The situation is dire, and Jesper's gone from Ketterdam. Kaz Brekker for once feels two steps behind his new opponent. But they were the Crows. They protected their own, and did anything to do it, even if it includes giving up parts of themselves along the way.
Ao3 Link - Feel free to ask questions, kudos and comments are always appreciated but obviously no pressure 🤍
Playlist - It's mostly sea shanties, I swear this isn't a pirate AU
Tag/Collection - For finding any posts about this fic 🤭
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i-can-read-to-him · 7 months
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➢ The Wesper Fic Club's summer gift exchange has come to an end, along with the season. Thank you to all of our amazing participants!
○○○ Fanart
🐐 Kaz, Jordie, & Jesper by @waterloou
○○○ Fanfiction
👑 A Little Light Roleplay by @stormkpr
T | Wesper | Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn
🔮 Are you satisfied---with an average life? by Ryttarose
T | Wesper | Modern Magical AU, Wylan-centric, Pre-Relationship, Hurt/Comfort
💌 Unsent letters, unsaid words by @wespertilionidae
T | Wesper | Modern AU, High School & College, Slow Burn
🔥 insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking by perfectly_inept
E | Jesper/Matthias (Polycrows) | Rough Sex, Wall Sex, Bottom!Jesper
👄 Ask, and You Shall Receive by @wopsidaisy
E | Wesper | PWP, Truth Serum, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Top!Jesper, Bottom!Wylan
💞 I hope you're happy (maybe i can be too) by @fizzysugarwater
T | Kuwesper | Matchmaking, Polyamory Negotiations, Love Confessions
🎹 A Symphony of Love by @adara-writer
G | Wesper | Modern AU, Parent/Teacher AU, Fluff, First Dates, First Kiss
☎️ Rooftop Confessions by @tinyarmedtrex
E | Wesper | PWP, In-Universe Phone Sex, Truth or Dare, Mutual Masturbation
❤️‍🩹 these hearts adore by @eraiklys
T | Kuwesper | Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Domestic Fluff
⏰ Wylan Van Eck's Terrible (...) Very Bad Day by @ace-kaz-brekker
G | Wesper | Modern AU, Meet Ugly, First Meetings, Open Ending
💒 Have Me by @meljwrites
E | Wesper, Alys/OC | Modern AU, Fake Relationship, Weddings, Mutual Pining
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sparrowmoth · 7 months
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➣ Fic Poster for the Wesper Reads series by @kindness-ricochets
Excerpt from The Merman Has Tentacles—
So many times, he had crawled exhausted onto a thin and narrow mattress. He had lain his aching body down with care to his bruises. He had closed his eyes, accepting he couldn’t stop stinging words from flooding over him.  Tonight Wylan finished brushing, then settled under the covers. There were lovely, thick pillows. He settled his head on Jesper’s shoulder instead.  “Is this okay?” “Scoot down a little,” Jesper replied, then wrapped his arm around Wylan. “Perfect. Have I mentioned how comfortable you are?”
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wylanvanfeck · 3 months
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Out of the Brambles
Chapter 11: Kaz
In a ramshackle family house in Girecht, two witches stood over a crying, bloody mother and her crying, bloody newborn...
A child is promised to both forest witch Inej and industrial witch Kaz.
Now with more slow-burn and angst!
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Currently in the process of a SAB/SOC imagine I’ve been working on the past couple weeks 😭 after binging the show and devastated over its cancellation I’ve been consuming every fanfic there is and now I’ve got ideas to write while also writing up drafts of my requests from TGM, Twilight and Maverick on top of inspos for crossovers/AUs 🥵 forgive me for being slow but this works I got should be out tomorrow if I don’t pump out the last 1k words I expect to have left tonight 🫶🏼
Hint: it’s a Squaller/Saint!reader x platonic!Crows although I hint at Kaz x reader 😏
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six-of-cringe · 6 months
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anyway that being said we got the only thing we truly needed from the show which was inspiration for well-written "wylan identity reveal but he and jesper are already in love" angst fics god BLESS
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sanneberi · 6 months
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a little introduction to my fics p.1
''Following rules seemed easy enough when Wylan had first arrived at Hogwarts, but when you’re a clumsy and curious Ravenclaw the rules get a little blurry real fast. Due to this, Wylan tended to spend his time working on secret projects instead of actually paying attention to literally anything else, like how late it had gotten. More often than not, Wylan tried to counteract his sleepiness with coffee, but sadly he didn’t even have time for coffee on this specific Thursday morning. So, when Wylan had to rush to Potions hoping not to be late for the third time this week, he didn’t really notice any of his surroundings. Suddenly Wylan felt like he hit a door. The door had the temperature of a body though. And it was also tall and wearing a fluffy vest. The door was a student.''
~aka a multi-pov wesper fanfic with tropes like fakedating, wiping whipped cream of someone’s cheek, helping each other pass exams and some good-old angst, that takes place at hogwarts (also wylan is a cute mad scientist argue with the wall)
ps; I don’t support JKR at all
THIS FIC IS COMING BACK IM JUST SLOW WITH REWRITING STUFF 
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What kind of gemstone cut do you think Nina Zenik would like? Im writing a fic. Emerald, octagon, pear, etc? here's a chart for reference:
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PLEASE let me know your thoughts
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maidenofcrows · 2 months
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Lil excerpt from another fic I’m having a hard time finishing:
She sat in the window, watching the sun go down, half-hidden behind Ketterdam’s rooftops. She watched the room become bathed in a warm orange glow that reminded her of her parents' caravan. Her mother’s favorite silks. The rich tea blend that her father liked to share. The lighting in the performance tents just before the lamps were lit. Stories shared among aunties, uncles, and cousins around a fire. As she watched, she waited. Listening for a familiar thump-step step to come from the stairs.
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wesperwritings · 1 year
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Writing Masterlist
Wesper
A Heart’s Treasure - 3/12 - 7,881 words (so far): A Pirate AU + Royalty AU with kidnapping and a ransom plot. 
Heal My House of Stone - 12/12 Chapters - 21,062 words: A Fantasy + Medieval AU featuring an arranged marriage. Based on the song Ivy by Taylor Swift. 
Perfect - 1/1 Chapters - 1,803 words: Teacher AU with flirting and emotional hurt/comfort 
Wesper High School Theatre Au - 2 Parts - 3,092 words: A High School Theatre AU. One part with a first kiss and one part with a first date. 
A Runaway in the Night - 1/1 Chapters - 2,124 words: A Royalty AU where Wylan runs away from home and is found sleeping a hayloft by Jesper. 
An Eventual Halloween - 1/1 - 2,408 words: A Modern AU and Ghost AU where Jesper is a curious teen and Wylan is a young ghost. Hurt/Comfort and fluff. 
Unexpected - 1/1 - 1,635 words: Pre-Canon + Canon-Divergence AU. Jesper is captured by none other than Jan Van Eck. Luckily his son is able to help him escape.
so this is love (a wesper oneshot collection) - 2/? - 4,899 words (so far): A collection of a few of my wesper oneshots. 
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thrxughthenxght · 4 days
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I was tagged by the amazing @wesperbrekkered for a WIP Wednesday (Friday). Thanks Rae <3
From Beau:
He cried; He cried into her shoulder and his chest shook. Aditi put one hand on the back of his head, and he felt her nails ever so slightly through his hair and on the skin of his head. The other rested on his back. She shushed him soothingly, rocking gently back and forth until Wylan whimpered in pain, and then she stilled. “Sweet boy,” she said. “You’ve had a rough night.” Wylan nodded mutely. He felt the bed shift where Jesper sat down on the other side of Wylan and next to Aditi. He whispered. “Wy. Please, please go to the hospital.” He shook his head. “I can’t. He’ll find me.” Aditi’s voice didn’t waver. “Who’s gonna find you, dear?’ “He’s gonna kill me. I swear to god he’s gonna kill me-” “Shh. Your daddy’s after you?” He nodded. “Alright. You’ll be staying here then.” “Ma-” “I believe Wylan, Jesper. If he doesn't want to go, I'm not taking him.” “Ma,” he hissed, looking at her as though Wylan couldn't hear his concerns. “What's gonna happen? He can't fix himself.”
If you'd like to read Beau you can read it here on my Ao3!
Tagging: @violets-and-books @grace-lightwoodd @justanormaldemon @luciehercndale @tomscompassrose @sprnklersplashes @all-this-panic-still-no-disco
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