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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Like moths to a flame- The deal.

Yandere crows x fem!reader. Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nina zenik, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Matthias Helvar.

Notes: not much yandere tendency in this one but it’s a set up for the future. I have not read the books. Honestly I hope this okay! (No Matthias in this, because I am trying to learn how to do him-Some way good)

Taglist: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @babyblue-chaos @2234world @missbeeentertainment @multifandomconfusion

Warning: cringy writing, mistakes, but nothing to worry about!

The sound of cards, coins clinking and hitting the table, the smell of alcohol and sweat mixed with hint perfume of the woman in the place. Voices from each part of the place was overwhelming, you couldn’t hear yourself think. It was a good tactic for the place, makes the stress higher.

You could’ve gone anywhere else because surely there were more people willing to help you, but strangely you felt at easy with the place. Maybe it was because it was new to you from your kept any life style. Everyone here was different then you, most bastards and lowlife but you felt envy of them. You felt guilty for wanting the chance to be like them because even you wished for freedom. In their shoes it wasn’t easy and most of them wouldn’t even life to see tomorrow but that’s the similarity between the two. You both had obstacles to over come.

Scanning your eyes you head over to the bar and took notice off all the eyes shifting to you. Well dressed, jewelry that cost probably more then they had seen in their life. The cleanness of your skin and the most noticeable thing about you, the moth pin on the back of your head. “What’s someone like you doing here?” The man behind the counter asked. You smiled at him and held your hands together, “I need to take to your boss- Or the man who runs this place.” It was unusual how kind your voice was, like it had all its innocents intact.

“Hmm, are you sure you have the right place?” He looked you up and down. You nodded your head then reacted into the pocket on your belt and pulled out two coins. “I have plenty of money, if you could be so kind as to maybe tell your boss about me I would appreciate it.” You slipped a note on the table with the money, “And tell your boss what I need done is worth a lot, king of the barrel worth.” Shooting him one last smile and bowing your head.

Walking away from him and toward the door you kept the smile on your face as you look at the the place. “Leaving so soon?” And voice came up behind you. The voice was raspy and deep, like the sound of the night sky or the clouds on a rainy day. Then there was the sound of a few clicks on the floor of what sounded like a cane. Turing around to face the man who you recognized immediately even if you had never seen him before. His pale skin and dark circles, the black outfit and the hat on top of his head, then there was the gloves that gripped the cane. The gold crow on the tip.

“Kaz brekker, a pleasure.” Giving him a slight bow you bent your knee, he watched you with a scowl on his face and what looked like confusion at your actions. “Your business here?” He asked straight away sounding harsh but you had no offense. “I have a job for you if you’re willing to take it.” You whipped your hands on your dress as they started to sweat.

He arched a brow, “What does one of The Five need help here?” You blushed at the recognition because you knew it was strange. Of course you knew you were going to be recognized by everyone, you were one of the houses considered “royal” here. “What you should focus on is that you know I have money,” you smirked at him, “there is a note for you with the bartender.”

He looks at you and tries to read your attitude, it was too sweet, something had to be wrong. “Just think about it?” There was the sweet voice again that for some reason made his mind twist but he convinced himself it was the thought of money. He watched you walk out the bar with grace and almost pure light and he didn’t believe in saints or fate…But there was something about you.

His mind began to wonder about the offer and what he could do for you, surely you wouldn’t need anything stolen. And it couldn’t be killing or then again, you might think this was where to get it done. “Interesting.” He said loudly to himself and looked at the door you walked out almost picturing you.

“Who you talking to boss?” He turned around to see Jesper looking at him with a smirk and he could tell he was being teased. Rolling his eyes at his friend and walked passed him, “Might have a job.” The other man follows him to the bar and watched as a note was given to him.

“What kind of job?” He spoke curiously and intrigued. Kaz took a moment to read the note and the slight change in his face, however small, Jesper could tell it was something off. “What’s it say?” He pressed on and lend on the table for the other to respond. Kaz took a moment to think, “Well?” He looked at Jesper as the man annoyed him.

“Meeting tonight, tell the others.” And without anything else he limped away with his cane. The shooter threw his hands up and leaned back onto the bar, left with no answers. “Oh, well Jesper since you’re apart of the group I will give you the information.” He signaled the bartender to get him some shots as he talked to himself. “Because you have risked your life time and time again I consider you a friend, and i would never walk away from you.” As soon as the small glasses was placed in front of him he took them quickly.

“Do you this is actually a good idea?” He threw his arms on his hips and pushed his coat out of the way. Kaz kept his eyes ahead and not paying any attention to the talking man beside him. Jesper groaned and looked back at nina and wylan for help. “I mean, it could be a real job.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself. “Or it could be a trap.” Wylan commented. “See, I told you.” Jesper shouted and made kaz stop in his tracks.

Raising his cane to stop Jesper from walking and then turned around to face his crew. “I am aware this could be a trap, every possibility you have in your heads I have already ran out in mine. We have back up plans. But I will not have you guys whine like dogs because of this, so maybe pictures your pockets being weighed down with money. Just shut it because I don’t want this to be ruined.” He leaned closer to them and the sound of his glove getting tighter on the cane was heard, and his glare getting harder.

“Do I make myself clear?” They all pushed aside their worries and nodded along to agree. Kaz looked up and Inej stood on the roof above, he signaled her and she went away to find a away into the house. The four continued walking and got to the gate where two men stood behind the gate, big and buff. “What’s your business?” The man with the beard asked.

“We have a meeting with the lady of the house, deals to be made.” Kaz spoke with ease, the two guys looked at each other then unlocked the gate. “No funny business, if you make one wrong move we’ll kill you.” The groups looked at him and to each other, wondering if they should laugh or not. The group heading inside the lovely mansion, so shiny and everything thing in it mush be worth more then what they had on them. The colors light and it looked almost like paradise.

A woman step out of a door in a maiden outfit and looked at them, the woman was older and didn’t looked to pleased to see them. “Follow me please.” And with that they followed her up the huge stairs with golden railings. On each wall, Or carving or almost anywhere they looked they saw some type of moth. Given that was the house crest it was fitting but this was almost over the top, almost. They came to a stopping point and two big hallways were on both side with so many doors and two big door at the end of each.

“She has requested to have a conversation alone and as must as I advised against it, she is headstrong against it.” The woman grumbled. She opened the door and they walked it, “If I hear anything- Dead.” The guard said before the door closed. A giggle distracted them from the comment and looked around the room for the person. She sat in a chair with a light tan color of a dress and a jewelry matching with it, a cup of tea in her hands.

The room big and full of chairs and tables, marble floor and food all around, the smell of fruity perfume was in the air. Huge windows with light curtains draped down but the biggest one was left open and wind blew the curtains. “Sorry about them, they can be quite protective.” They looked at her, this was strange. She look so pure and innocent, the sweet sound of her voice and the smile on her face made them think she was a gift from that saints themselves.

“We’re here, let’s discuss business.” Kaz spoke trying not to waist any time. “Sit, please I have tea and sweets.” She moved her arms to make them sit down and the first one was nina and she blooped down on the chair and took a small cookie. “Hmm, this is delicious.” She praised and took the whole thing into her mouth, “where did you get theses?”

Y/n smiled and became glad she had them made and it filled her with pride, “I have the baker make them, you’re welcome to as many as you want.” Nina looked at the girl and felt her heart softened before grabbing some more from the tray. Kaz watched her with a glare and the group lost all there suspicion and joined the two girls around the table.

“I hope your wraith is okay, I left the widow open so she would have a place to come in- But this is a large place.” Kaz became tense because it sounds like a threat of some sort. But the girl caught onto his body and his face, she knew what he was thinking. “She is in no harm here. I’ve already alerted my staff to not harm her and if they see her they will point her this way.”

Kaz looks at her with no trust but this mind said otherwise, “Get on with it.” The girl smiled at his demand. “We both have something for the other. I on one hand have wealth and a high title, you have a title yourself for being…uh,” she glanced at each other them trying not to sound rude and find a word that doesn’t insult them.

“Devilishly attractive?” Jesper raised a brow with a tone, the girls cheeks began to heat up a bit. But she brushed it off with a laugh, “Talented at what you do.” Their hearts couldn’t understand why they craved to hear those words again, or any praise she had. They all turned their heads at someone coming through the window, “You must be the wraith.”

Inej stood up at took everything in then to the girl in the center who looked like actually royalty. She was beautiful and her voice was sweet, Inej couldn’t handle the gaze from her eyes. “What is it you need done. You have yet to tell us.” Kaz glared at the girl making her look apologetic, the groups looked at him for making her look a bit sad.

“Well I need protection and don’t get me wrong my guards are lovely but I need more. If people heard I have kaz brekker and his crows watching over me then it would lessen the threat. But the same could be said for you,” the girl sat up and went over to a small table and picked up a chest underneath it. She had a problem picking it up but she got ahold of it and brought it over to kaz and placed it down at his feet.

Kaz took a step back like the box was a threat, “If people heard you have a alliance with the L/n’s then your loud would be lessened. People are scared of one of the fives, think about it. You could go to each shop and just say who you are and get things. But, here’s what I think you want to see.” She bend down and opened the chest. Kaz’s eyes trailed down and his eyes glazed over at the sight, it filled to the brim with kroge. His lips pulled up into a very light smirk.

The rest got up from their sets and came over to see, “I could get so many hats.” They heard Jesper say. “This is only a pre-pay.” The girl backed up and played with her hands. She looked anxious and kaz could see that and it made him question why. “What do you need protection from? If you’re house is so feared?” Her face dropped.

“Just something to scared people even more, and then there’s something else want.” Kaz eyed her up and down as did the rest listen to her every word. “I want a taste of your life, I know it sounds strange and maybe it is but I care little of it. I have been kept this house raised to be perfect, I didn’t get to choose. But with you guys it freedom and you get to make your own choices, everything you have is worked for- I was given and taught.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked down like she was ashamed of her words.

“You want to this as what? A vacation?” His word’s harsher then before. Y/n looked down and sighed, “I want something new.” Kaz looked down at the money in front of him then up at his crew, each of them with pleading eyes and he couldn’t deny his body craved to have her in his sights.

“Then little moth, you have yourself a deal.”

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jesperfaheys-defenseattorney · 9 months

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Okay, I'm basically just gonna give you the smallest rundown of all (most, my favourites) my soc one shots. Unfortunately, I can't get links right now (crying, technology hates me 😭😭)

How to get a Tired Demo Expert to Sleep: My FIRST work in the fandom. Domestic fluff, some tired Wylan and caring Jesper, we love to see it

Putting a Label on It: Set after s2ep8. Very cute fluff, lil picnic date and some nervous Jesper

Starlight: My FAVOURITE work I've done. Over 5k words (I think). Took two hours to write. Bit of fake dating, some random mercher world building, healthy doses of pining on both sides, Wylan 👏 in 👏 mercher 👏 black 👏

Something to Stay For: If you know Newsies, you'll be as obsessed with this fic as I was writing it. Basically Something to Believe In. But of angst, bit of fighting but it all works out in the end

Line Without a Hook: Based on a drawing by @simplydifficultme. Mermaid Jesper, fisherman Wylan. We get a little Kaz and Wylan brotherly bonding and some trans Wylan, as a treat. Also contains one of my favourite OCs I ever made

(you can also read inlaid with stars if you want. Tangled au and my first long fic in the fandom)

Run wild, bestie!!!

Oooo okay okay 👀

Putting a read more for the sake of people going through my blog. I'm about to type a lot.

I love that please 😭 Honestly Jesper and Wylan comfort/domestic fics just hit different. They're so good.

Omg I do love the idea of Wylan in Mercher black. Unfortunately I have not watched the show yet (waiting for my bestie to finish six of crows) but I watch a lot of clips/interviews and I've seen the first few episodes. I do know about s2 ep8 though so I get the context 😂 I'm so picky about reading fanfiction from the show though I'm so sorry for some reason I just really dislike when the characters are written as looking like the actors I DON'T KNOW WHY HELP ME. I don't mind show canon though and I will definitely check it out and let you know if I finish it 😂😅. I'm sure it's amazing<3

Angst and happy ending you say 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 And no I don't know that show(?) But I'm sure the fic is perfectly understandable without knowing it as with most AUs 😌.

MERMAN AU?????? 👀👀👀👀👀 Love Kaz and Wylan bonding 😌✨. I don't headcanon Wylan as trans but I respect the HC itself. I just didn't read him that way so when I first saw that I was like wait a minute 😂 That is interesting though I've never read a fic with that HC soooo 👀. Asdfghjkl stop OCe can be the perfect touch to fics if they're done right. I'll send you some asks about them if I read it 👀. I'm assuming it's a chapter fic????

Ooo ooo I saw that I'm most excited for that one I LOVE the idea 👀👀👀👀✨✨✨✨

Thank you I will 😌🤗

#new lore #blaize <3 #blaize's ask #wesper fanfiction #wesper fic recs

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aphroditestummyrolls · 10 months

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As part of my little WIP game, I can’t post a full chapter, unfortunately. It’s too long! And I want to wait for my beloved ao3 to finish the full story. But, for @kezzzx, who’s been so patient, here’s a section from the epilogue of Keep You Safe.

Wylan shrugged, still talking to their friends as if these songs were the most commonplace things. “There’s pieces that sound like you to me— when I see you, I think of them.”

“What’s Jesper’s then?”

Jesper could admit to a certain degree of self-centeredness— Tamar had practically taken the words right out of his mouth.

Wylan ducked his head, looking down at the black and white keys. There was a dimple in his cheek, and he turned an absolutely edible shade of pink all the way to his ears. He was so beautiful, sometimes Jesper could swear he heard music, too.

He bumped his shoulder with his own, sitting hip to hip on the piano bench.

“What’s mine?”

“Are you just going to stand there?” The music trailed off, back up that soft, lush scale as Wylan twisted to look over his shoulder. “I don’t bite.”

“We both know that’s a lie.” Jesper winked, already crossing the floor. “What if I asked very nicely?”

“I’d tell you to ask me again, later.”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

He was blushing— Jesper thought maybe it would fade once his merchling got used to him, but now? Oh, he’d do his damnedest to make sure he never stopped. That usual smile was tucked into his cheek as he glanced up from the keys.

Jesper sat beside him on the piano bench, just like the night before, and immediately leaned in. That pink skin just behind his ear was looking particularly sweet, and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed him there, tucked his arm loosely around his waist, and relished the way his shoulder fit close to his chest— Wylan hummed, tilting his head for better access.

Not everything changed when company left— Wylan was still Wylan, and Jesper could only pray to every saint that that would never change.

He wasn’t particularly worried.

“Who’s song was that, then?” He waggled his eyebrows. “One of mine? Possibly?”

Now that he knew, he would never drop it. It was practically an obligation for him to tease Wylan about it.

He wasn’t sure what he thought Wylan would do— shy away like he had last night? Make some excuse? He felt him tense along his side, and braced himself to be let down.

But, Wylan somehow still managed to surprise him.

“Possibly.” His smile was sly, and his eyes sparkled at him. Jesper wasn’t sure what he expected, but he’d thought he’d have to work a little harder for this.

“Really?”

“It’s not quite right, but—” He stumbled a little over the words, but Jesper was too eager.

“Play it again?”

Wylan blinked at him, fingers still on the keys. For a moment, he worried he might say no.

“Okay.” He was smiling, something new coming into his eyes. “Okay— it’s just, it’s more how I feel when I see you, than really you, I suppose, just…”

He trailed off, but he laid his hands back on the keys, and Jesper could feel the way his back shifted into proper posture. He took a deep breath, like he always did before the first note, and Jesper seemed to realize more acutely than before that there was no sheet music.

Wylan knew it by heart.

I promise as soon as ao3 is back, the chapter will be posted 😭😭😭

#wesper #wylan x jesper #jesper x wylan #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone netflix #keep you safe #ask games #thanks for playing!

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 2 years

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Magic Girl

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: italics is a flashback and yes.... i based the reader off of wanda

Magic wasn’t something people came across easily. In fact no one had magic. There was small science, but that is not magic. At least no one was known to have magic.

Y/N was a crow. And she couldn’t be prouder of her reputation in the Barrel. She earned her rank as second hand to Kaz Brekker. Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands. They told each other everything, mostly because they grew up together. Being childhood friends did help a little bit. You had always known you had powers, and when you met Kaz you shared them with him almost immediately.

He always admired you when you used your powers. He thought you were the most amazing person ever, just the idea of magic flowing through you always blew his mind as a kid. When they were young he started calling her magic girl.

“I need a nickname for you. An annoying one.” Nine year old Kaz ran up to Y/N and sat down next to her, laying down in the field of golden wheat. She turned her head, “Why an annoying one?” “‘Cause you call me Kazzle Dazzle…” She laughed, “Well it only makes sense! You are my Kazzle Dazzle!” He shoved her shoulder softly, “Shut up. I’ll think of something.” After about thrity minutes of cloud watching he shot up, “I got it!” Y/N sat up, confused, “Got what?” “Your new nickname!” He smirked at her, “Magic girl.” She furrowed her eyebrows and frowned, “I don’t like it…” He smiled triuphantly, “That’s the point!” She shook her head, “No. You are not calling me that.”

And of course it stuck, much to Y/N’s annoyance.

Growing up and watching you gain more control, he only became prouder of her day by day. Plus now he always had something up his sleeve the rest of Ketterdam didn’t. Y/N.

In order to keep her little secret she had to wear this whole get-up. She wore black leather pants with a red sleeveless shirt with a hood to cover up her face. Kaz also got her red fingerless leather gloves for one of her birthdays to add onto her costume, as he calls it. So that’s how she stood, leaning against a wall since he gave her the roll of look-out.

Seeing Inej and Wylan running towards her, she straightened up “What? What happened?” Inej shook her head, “We’re outnumbered. Kaz told us to come get you.” Y/N briefly nodded and took off in the direction they came from. Turning the corner she saw Nina, Matthias and Kaz cornered, doing all they could to fend the other gang off. She was surprised to see this amount of people here, normally there would be five to six at max.

Now she saw almost twelve people. One of them shot at Kaz, barely missing him. Y/N snapped into action, raising her hands, red smoke began to form into balls around them. She tilted her hands slightly and smoke began to rise under their feet wrapping itself around their legs in spirals, crawling up until their hands were pinned to their sides. They struggled, trying to get out of the smoke’s grip. She nodded her head behind her signaling the crows to get out of there. They all moved to stand behind her watching proudly.

Kaz watched, his lips curled up into a proud smile as he watched her hands fall into fists and the men crumple to the ground. Dead. Seeing them all fall to the floor instantly, his mouth fell open. Jesper smirked, biting his tongue as he was about to make a snarky remark about Kaz’s reaction.

Y/N turned around and lowered her hood, she moved toward Kaz, “Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies.” She tapped his jaw and kept walking past him as the rest of the group followed. Kaz turned around and watched her as she laughed with Jesper over something he said. He shook his head and walked to catch up with them.

Once they got back to the Slat she rushed up to her room to change. After she changed she walked up to Kaz’s room. They always hung out in his room every night. It was just their thing.

Not knocking, she pushed open the door and made her way to her chair. She smirked at him. He rolled his eyes, not saying anything. “Would I be wrong if I said that my boyfriend was impressed by my little display back there?”

He huffed and scanned over the blueprints on his table. She smiled and rested her chin on her hand leaning on the table, “I impressed you.” She teased in a sing-song voice. He looked up and smiled, “You always impress me,” His smile turned into a smirk, “Magic girl.”

She threw her head back and groaned, “I hate you.” He laughed, “No you don’t. You love me.”

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagines #ellora.writes

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justmybookthots · 15 days

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The Familiar

I have a lot of mixed feelings about this book.

This is actually the only other Leigh Bardugo book I've read since the masterpiece that is Six of Crows, so I had no idea what to expect. I don't expect an author to maintain the same writing style from a series they wrote so many years ago, but I was expecting something decent at least. And make no mistake; it WAS decent.

One thing I will say for sure: Leigh can write her ass off. I LOVE her prose. It's even a little like Holly Black's. After slugging through so many subpar pieces of work, it's refreshing to read a book where the author is an excellent writer. Plot aside, the prose is lovely and lush and there are so many lines I wished I annotated or took better note of.

I think it's even Leigh's gorgeous prose that helps to embellish — or dare I say, mask — the bones of this fantasy story: the rather ubiquitous trials/tournaments trope. I happen to LOVE this trope, but I do think Leigh's writing made a premise that's so commonplace today feel rich, unique and atmospheric. I'm also a huge believer of execution over trope, so this isn't a complaint. It might even be praise.

So why the mixed feelings, right?

This is going to veer faintly into spoiler territory (though I tried to be subtle), so beware.

The problem is that I don't really love any of the characters. The main cast is… fine, mostly inoffensive, but very forgettable. I know in several months from now I'll have forgotten this story altogether. The thing is, characters are vastly important to me — in fact, I don't even mind a weaker story if the characters stood out more. Luzia seems vague to me — I know she wants more out of her life, but that's about it? I'm sure there are more facets to her personality but overall she hasn't made a salient impression on me.

Same with Santángel. I was honestly baffled that the writer who wrote distinct personalities like Kaz, Jesper, Wylan and Matthias gave me a male character as tepid as Santángel. His circumstances/curse was extremely fascinating, I don't question that (and it's one of this book's biggest highlights), but his personality was bland. I guess he is a little… grumpy? A little stoic?

That said, I love Valentina's character and I think the ending did her justice. She shone a lot through the book — it does start in her POV, after all — and I'm glad she somehow found her happiness at the end. I also liked the Holy Child, though I was expecting a bit more from her at the end. Hualit — I kept yoyo-ing between disliking her and being neutral and now I just don't care. 😂

The ending… was unexpected. I was scratching my head and trying to make sense of it at first. It wasn't anything like what I had envisioned it to be and I'm having a lot of mixed feelings towards it. The more I think about it, the more I can understand why Leigh wrote it this way, but it felt a tad anticlimactic. Perhaps with time and perspective I'll change my mind (I already have, a bit), but I'd hoped Santángel could break the Curse. Also! The good luck magic doesn't make a lot of sense because obviously it should have worked in a way to keep Santángel by Victor's side, given the calamitous outcome for Victor. But maybe I'm overthinking it.

Overall, I don't think it was a major letdown or anything like that. More of a "Well, it was an interesting read!" I can't say I loved it, but at least I finally got to read something by Bardugo that isn't Six of Crows, haha. I'm still not sure if I should read Ninth House but maybe one day?

- 6 May 2024

#book review #leigh bardugo #fantasy books #the familiar #six of crows #the grisha trilogy #shadow and bone #kaz brekker

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cadcnce-archived · 1 year

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@more-than-a-princess from here

Wylan watches her leave through closed doors. And for a moment, outside the longing for moments prior, he feels… what does he feel? It’s a cocktail all its own for the startlingly sober American. Apprehension, awareness, reality, anxiety. This was real, he needed to remind himself, looking from the passage towards the two individuals that had minutes prior been ready to try and beat him an inch within his life. But how real was it? Paranoia tells him Sonia could be calling security. Insanity queries the possibility of her doing something to her cousins for finding him.

Yandere tendencies for Sonia? For some odd reason, he couldn’t put that possibility completely out of his mind. Ah well. It wasn’t lingered on for long before attention was needed elsewhere. Liam and Sam were quick to restart the conversation. Whether it was an aggressive need to show their colors in the presence of another male rival or something else, it was a welcome distraction. He could wait until later.

What was great for Wylan, is that for all the illegal stories he had to share, the brothers had similarly illicit affairs they too could reference or draw comparison to. A perk of being politically empowered, not to mention royal- you could get away with far more than most common people could. Even criminals. Most country’s politicians wished they could get away with as much as the lads. Of course, neither were killers for hire, and breaking and entering into restricted areas.

The assassin had them squarely beat at every turn on that front. Even if the resulting stories weren’t to be so grand or dramatic. There was only so much he could compete with on his scale. But, well, that could change now as he was moving into the throng, wasn’t it? He’d be inside of the aforementioned ‘machine’. Fucking hell. Him.

Sonia re-enters the room, and immediately recaptures Wylan’s attention. If not for her cleaned appearance and new attire, then from her voice which was back to having a full magic effect on the newly infatuated man. Right, but it’s not as though the miniskirt and socks weren’t at fault for some of that blame either. Shit. Fuck. If there was ever a woman he met with an extensive wardrobe it was very likely that Sonia took the cake. Compared to him, dressed in a tight fitting leather coat over a high-necked undershirt in black leather gloves and pants more suited to outdoor survival than they were walking the streets of France- …nah, actually? Maybe? This was perfectly fitting.

“I scaled a building earlier, but a walk never hurt anyone. Sounds like just what I need.” It wasn’t. And then there’s a small, tiny, unnoticeable wince both internally and externally. They were going to stick around? Really? Goes to show the guy wasn’t used to growing up with cousins or male siblings. When it came to his sister she was rarely present and let him do as he liked, for better or worse. She was also younger. Wylan had some things to learn about family dynamics, later, given Liam’s interjection. Yeah, Wylan is liking this guy more and more. Which is dangerous.

“Ah, alas, all too soon we must be parted. I know you’ve already been taken with me just about as much as your cousin, it’s a curse to be this charismatic, believe me.” Said as though he wasn’t swaying the conversation back to blows and physicality with his smirk and behavior. He stands from the couch, all too happy to make his way back over to Sonia, standing with arms folded and a brow lifted. . . because admittedly he’s not sure what to do first given company. Kiss her? Snatch her into his arms? It’d be amusing to take her out the way he came in, of course, but an exit out the door would be necessary.

“Not going to be too cold in that, are you? Maybe we can find something warm to snack on. As far as Europe goes, I have sampled the least food from France compared to many other cultures. And if there’s anyone who can find me a good French take on a burger, it’s y—I’m kidding!” A waved hand to all those gathered, and he smirks again. “We got plenty to talk about anyway. If this is really going to happen. Some of this is still not even settled right in my head and what it means for what I will have to do.”

A snort.

“Faking my death, for one thing.”

#morethanaprincess #verse :: main #:: queue #then they actually get a burger #it'd be perfect

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beansmack2021 · 11 months

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Wesper w/ Prompt 11

A job goes wrong and one of the Crows is injured. Hurt/Comfort

"Oh God, you're bleeding"

"Should be an easy in and out, but be ready for anything." Typical Kaz, ever so peachy. Jesper sighed as he polished his pearl-handled revolvers. He knew that "an easy in and out" meant they'd probably be caught mid-escape and have to fight their way out. Wylan leaned over and hugged Jesper's neck, watching as he cleaned his revolvers for the fourth time today.

"You're worried. Why are you worried? This is supposed to be an easy job."

"Easy jobs always mean fighting. They're never actually easy. I just don't want anyone getting hurt."

Wylan nodded, he knew Jesper had been more anxious about one of the Crows getting hurt, especially now with the Black Heretic back. But he also knew it that Jesper loved this type of job more than any other, so it had to be something more.

"What's on your mind?" He was now at his side, crouched low and looking directly into his eyes. Jesper looked at him for a moment and opened his mouth to say something, but smiled instead and leaned in closer to whisper. "I'm thinking about how badly I want to kiss you right now." Wylan knew that wasn't the full truth, though he'd be lying if he said he hadn't also been thinking about kissing Jesper, too. He stood up, pecked his lover on the lips, and turned to go get ready for their job.

They left the Slat in pairs or individually, so as not to raise suspicion for anyone still out on the streets at night, but Kaz had said they'd all meet a few buildings down from the residence that they'd be breaking into. Of course, by meet, Kaz meant that Inej would be on the rooftops and Nina would be at least 30 seconds ahead of them, bringing the guards to unconsciousness.

Things were going according to plan so far, as they'd made their way up a grand staircase and down a long hallway to the office. Kaz would be rummaging through the drawers for papers and the key to a large safe in the corner of the room while Jesper stood watch and Wylan hid around a corner down the way, ready to distract if necessary.

But everything went sour when they'd heard yelling downstairs. Jesper knocked on the office door three times to tell Kaz he had about 5 minutes to get out, and then he heard one of Wylan's explosives going off.

"Guess it's play time." Jesper held up both of his revolvers, slinking around the corner and firing without even really looking. He doesn't have to look to know that he hit his target dead-on.

He glanced at Wylan, crouched low on the other side of the top of the stairwell. Jesper quickly crossed, firing a few rounds while he did. "How are you doing?" He yelled over the loud banging and shouting. When Wylan coughed and groaned in response, Jesper turned to face him. He paled immediately.

"Oh saints, you're bleeding."

"Astute observation, my love."

"Don't be sarcastic with me, mister."

Wylan opened his mouth, likely to make another remark, but he coughed again, clutching his side in pain. Jesper needed a plan. He needed to get Wylan out, and fast.

"What can I do? What can I do?" He looked around for anything he could use, or any exit they'd missed to escape through. When he saw nothing, he resorted to crouching and putting pressure on Wylan's wound. He'd been shot, and Jesper looked at Wylan's back. There wasn't an exit wound. Jesper wracked his brain for anything. He didn't trust himself not to freak Wylan out or hurt him with his power, but he had to do something.

As if reading his mind, Wylan dragged his eyes up to Jesper's and nodded. No words, but Jesper knew exactly what he was saying.

𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦.

Jesper took a deep, shuddering breath and wiped away a tear he didn't even know he'd cried. He held his hand over Wylan's wound, leaning him forward slightly. After almost too long, the bullet poured out of him and onto the ground in a silver puddle. Jesper sighed in relief and Wylan gave him a shaky, sleepy smile.

Jesper smiled as a sob escaped him, and he kissed Wylan before standing again to see what the fighting had turned into. Apparently, it'd turned into Nina taking down at least 15 burly men by herself. He called her up to the top of the staircase to heal Wylan, and sank against the wall, exhausted, relieved and a little proud of himself.

#shadow and bone #six of crows #nina zenik #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #inej ghana #matthias helvar #kaz brekker #hurt/comfort #soc fanfic

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wylan-is-a-baddie · 2 years

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A little oneshot that takes place right after CK

. . .

"Jesper?" a voice called from the dark.

He woke with a start, instinctively grabbing Wylan next to him, before he realized it was Inej's voice. He sat up as slowly as he could, hoping not to wake the sleeping boyfriend at his side.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

In the middle of the night the bedroom was pitch black and Inej, being silent as always, was impossible to find. That was until the sound of a sob came from the doorway, hushed and restrained.

Jesper pushed himself off the bed, blindly moving towards the wall. Wylan stirred behind him. The second his hand found the door frame no later were arms wrapped around him tightly. As he brought his arms up to Inej in response, she let out another choked sob.

He didn't know what to do. Jesper's way to deal with cryers was always to take the comedic relief route, cheering them up with corny jokes. But something told him Inej didn't need a bad pun, she needed a good cry. God knows she'd earned it after the past few weeks.

The warm light of a lamp filled the room and Wylan popped into his vision, hair a ruffled mess from sleeping. The boy motioned to the their settee and then left through the door.

Jesper had no clue where he was going but didn't bother to ask, instead bringing Inej over to the cushioned couch. The second she sat down it was like the flood gates opened and tears came running down her dimly lit face.

"It's okay, 'Nej," he said, putting an arm around his friend. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She sniffled a few times before forming words.

"I had a nightmare."

Jesper waited for her to go on. She didn't. He hugged her again, and in that moment they seemed to agree that some things were too frightening to ever say out loud. Some horrors you just had to ignore and pray that they would chose to ignore you too.

Wylan reappeared in their room with a steaming mug in his hand.

"Chamomile," he said quietly as he handed the cup to Inej.

She took it with a nod of gratitude and another sniffle, curling up into the side of the settee.

Wylan stared a moment longer, the dim lamp's light reflecting tender sympathy in his eyes. He then turned away and made his way back to bed. Jesper followed suit, finding a blanket to place around Inej's shoulders before sliding under his own.

"Good night. Wake me if you need me again," Jesper whispered, reaching for the light.

"Thanks Jes."

#yes inej is a bamf but also she deserves to cry and be comforted #this is the first soc fanfic i’ve written!#six of crows #soc #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #crooked kingdom #wesper #jesper fahey #ck

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sky-neverending · 1 year

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SoC tumble, i return to you with the latest chapter of my new crows wip!! tw for kidnapping, non-graphic violence, a very minor character death, and i think that’s all. check the tags tho. here’s the link!!

The moment Kaz mentioned that the newest heist was taking place at the most prestigious event in Ketterdam, Jesper had been all ears. Well, mostly ears. He paid as much attention as he could to the actual plan part, but his brain was elsewhere.

It wasn’t often that he got to do something like this. Dress up with purpose, for someone other than his mirror. Not that his mirror was complaining, of course. He was far too fashionable for that. But this was different. He had a role to play and an audience to impress, even if they weren't aware of it.

“How does this look?” He asked, spinning around toward the bed where Wylan was laying, watching him. He held a pair of corduroy pants to his waist line, expanding his other hand to the side to show it off.

“Looks good.” Wylan mumbled, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he inspected it. “I don’t think it fits the dress code though.”

Jesper stared at him, mouth agape and eyebrows tilted inward. “There's a dress code?” He asked, shock and disgust filling his voice. “They expect me to put a limit on my style?”

Wylan choked on a laugh. “The event is black tie unless you're Grisha.” He explained, and Jesper took a moment to think before a lightbulb went off in his head.

“Wait.” He said, dropping the pants on the ground. “I am Grisha.”

“Not tonight you aren’t.” Wylan stood, pulling a plain black and white suit from a chair. “Kaz got this for you. Told me to make sure you blend in. Said we don’t need unnecessary attention because of your inability to be normal for once.” Jesper glared at him, offensive rising in his chest. Wylan simply shrugged. “He said it, not me.”

Grumbling, Jesper took the suit and changed into it. It wasn’t much, just a black pair of pants and a matching black coat that fell down to his thigh, long enough to conceal his guns, with a plain white shirt underneath. He looked it over in the mirror. He could do better than this.

Shucking off the jacket and throwing it at Wylan, he shimmied out of the shirt and plucked a new one from his closet. This one was a deep purple, thin in material and almost see through if you pulled the fabric tight enough. He put a vest on top of it, a gray one made of lace that had been woven into a flowery pattern and complete with lavender buttons that lined the middle. Sliding the coat on top, Jesper once again inspected the outfit. It was cluttered in all the right ways, busy yet not overly distracting. He would be noticeable, draw eyes, but they wouldn’t linger unless they wanted to.

“It’s missing something.” Jesper muttered to himself, ignoring protests from Wylan behind him as he dug through the mess of his closet. His hand grazed something smooth and shiny, a chain connected to a simple black belt. Laying next to it was a small scarf, the color of aged wine. He put both on and smiled to himself.

“There!” He announced, spinning to look at his boyfriend. “Stunning, as always.”

Wylan rolled his eyes, “Kaz is going to kill you.” He stated. Jesper simply smiled.

“At least I'll look good when it happens.”

Kaz did indeed want to kill Jesper when they all met up at the Crow Club an hour later. His usual glare was particularly filled with rage, deep eyes boring holes into Jespers outfit.

“Wylan.” He said, staring down at the red-head. “What is Jesper wearing?”

Wylan shuddered under the words, clearing his throat as he looked to Jesper, then to Kaz, then back to Jesper again. He sighed in defeat.

“What did you expect me to do? Tell him to change?”

A heavy clank came from the ground, the result of Kaz banging his cane against the wooden flooring. It reverberted under their feet, echoing through the hustle and bustle of the packed building.

“I don’t have time for this.” He hissed, snapping his head toward the side where Nina, Inej, and Matthias were standing. “Is everyone ready?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before turning on his heel and heading out the door, leaving the other five scrambling after him, Jesper with a smugly satisfied grin painting his face.

By the time they got to the building of the event, the plan was ready to be set in action. Jesper and Inej were sent inside as guests, using invites Kaz had gotten from a connection on the inside, someone he had enough information on to get what he needed. Nina took out a guard who was alone behind the building, stealing his uniform and giving it to Kaz, who snuck inside without a hitch. Matthias and Wylan took to the streets, hanging around the front of the building and waiting for their signal, while Nina stayed out back and waited for Kaz to return.

Jesper turned to Inej, smiling widely as he spoke through his gritted teeth. “Run me through the plan one more time?” He hissed. She glared at him as they made their way to the front door.

“We get in, you make conversation with one of Rollins associates, I steal the keys for the building and deliver them to Kaz. It's in, out. Quick as we can go. No distractions.”

“I make no promises.” Jesper said with a smile, approaching the guard at the front door and grasping Inej’s arm. He handed over the invitations he had been given, pressing his lips together as the man before them inspected the pieces of paper.

“Have fun, you two.” He said finally, thick accent cutting through the tension in the air. He eyed Jespers outfit as the two of them walked inside, but he didn’t say anything. Jesper grinned to himself. This was going to go splendidly, Kaz had nothing to worry about at all.

They entered the building, the scent of pure and utter wealth hanging heavy in the air. It was bright, large chandeliers made of crystals shining down in every room. Jesper locked eyes with a table across the room, one filled to the brim with an array of different colored drinks spilling out of glass fountains. His legs started to move toward it, but he was stopped by nails digging through the fabric of his coat.

“That’s our target.” Inej whispered, eyes flicking toward a younger looking man with a scar across his cheek. He was surrounded by people, a woman on his arm and a few older gentlemen chatting with him. “Go work your magic.”

Jesper smirked as he let go of Inej’s hand, letting her disappear into the crowd as he made his way toward the man. He threw on his friendliest smile and took a breath. It was show time.

“Hello!” He chirped, drawing eyes toward him. “How are we all on this fine evening?”

The group stared at him for a moment, leaving an awkward silence in the air. But then the man, the one with the scar, spoke. “I'm very well.” He said, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he inspected Jesper. “I don’t think I've seen you around before. You are..?”

Jesper coughed as he tried to think of the name Kaz had given him. Nothing came to mind; he had no recollection of the identity he was supposed to be portraying.

“Elias.” He said finally, the word blurting out of his mouth at random. “Elias Witlock.”

The man seemed satisfied by this. He grinned, holding out a hand. “Cornelius Kwolek.”

Taking Cornelius’s hand, Jesper shook it with a firm grasp. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Cornelius smiled. “The pleasure is all mine.”

It took approximately 30 minutes for Jesper to get Cornelius alone. He had pulled him into an empty hallway, under the excuse that the main room was far too loud for them to have proper conversation.

“So.” Jesper said, clearing his throat as Inej crept down the long corridor. “Did you see how many drinks there were in there? Because I don’t think I've ever seen that many drinks with that many colors before. We should go taste them all later. See if they live up to the expectations…” He chuckled as he rambled on, trying to keep his eyes away from Inej, who was quietly creeping closer. She ended up on his left side, hand reaching out to grab a large silver key that was hanging off of his belt.

“Hello, Wraith.” Cornelius said suddenly, hand snapping to the side to wrap around Inej’s wrist. He spun around, throwing Inej backward and causing her to slam against the wall. She hissed his pain as he approached her, extending a leg to kick him in the gut and duck out of his grasp.

Jespers hands were already on his guns, pulling them out and lining up his shot, but Inej stopped him.

“No, Jesper. We don’t need the noise to bring attention to us.” She hissed, grabbing a knife from her waistline. She threw it at Cornelius with a grunt, grinning as it lodged its way into his upper left arm as he stumbled backward.

“Nice work.” Jesper cheered. Inej glared at him, ducking as a fist flew toward her head. “Oh right, helping. Sorry!” He launched himself toward Cornelius, hitting him straight in the face with enough force to break a nose, or a knuckle. Probably both. The punch was strong enough to knock him to the ground, struggling to stand as Inej glowered over him, her heel digging into her ribcage.

“I’m sorry about this.” She murmured, before bringing her hand down and impaling a sharp knife into his chest. He gasped for air as she twisted it for good measure and yanked it out, drops of blood dripping from the tip and onto the white marble flooring.

The faint thuds of a cane approached suddenly, and Inej yanked the key from the dead man's belt. She grabbed Jesper by the hand and walked down the hall, smiling as he passed a guard.

“Took you long enough.” He muttered. Jesper glared at him.

“”Not even a thank you? Where are your manners?”

Kaz looked at him from under the brim of his cap. “Thank you for not screwing it all up completely.” He said with a sarcastic attempt at a grin, holding his gloved hand out for the key. Inej placed it gently and he wrapped his fingers around it, sliding it across the leather. “Go socialize. You’ll know when to leave.”

The two of them started to walk away, but Kaz called out once more. “And Jesper?”

Jesper pressed his lips together. “Yes, boss?”

“Try not to get too drunk.” And with that he was off, cane clicking against the floor as he went. Jesper rolled his eyes.

“Me? Get too drunk? Who does he think I am?” He grumbled as they reentered the party through a different door than the one they left, landing them right next to the table of drinks. He glanced at it, and then turned back to Inej. “Is it bad if I…?”

Inej rolled her eyes, shooting him a forced smile as someone walked past them. “You know your limits. Don’t cross them.”

He nodded in response and gave her a parting grin before sliding gracefully toward the table and filling up a glass of the light pink, almost orange liquid. It was sweet, a faint burst of citrus shining on the first notes. The flavors danced across his tongue, acidity burning in the best way possible.

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he quickly downed the cup, hissing as the overwhelming rush of alcohol assaulted his taste buds. It was good, so good that filled another cup to sip idly as he surveyed the room. Inej was nowhere to be found; probably off lurking in a hallway. The guests moved around in a way that almost seemed like a well choreographed dance, always knowing where to go and what to say.

They paid no attention to him, no attention to a man who barely looked like he belonged. Not from his clothes but from his demeanor, the way he held himself and the way his fingers clung tightly to his drink. And the way he was all alone in the side, like someone who didn’t learn the steps and couldn’t hear the music to this seemingly rehearsed event.

Across the room, someone caught his eye. Light blonde hair and a lean figure, he was wearing one of the finest suits Jesper had ever seen, one that had probably been hand tailored to fit him just right. There was something familiar about him, in the way his face was shaped, the smooth paleness of his skin.

Jesper walked closer, holding his shoulders high and grinning down at people as he passed them. He made his way toward the man, hoping and praying that it wasn’t who he thought it was. But then they locked eyes, and the deep blue color made Jespers stomach churn at the recognition. They were exactly like Wylans, only colder, arrogance placed where Wylans showed love.

Jan Van Eck.

Rage bubbled in Jesper's stomach, grip around his glass tightening. He slowly stepped forward, just enough so he was in Van Eck’s view, and took the last sip of his drink. “This is for my boyfriend, you bastard.” He muttered, almost to himself. And then he took the glass by the stem and swung it right into Jan’s head.

It shattered, bringing the attention in the room to him as blood dripped onto the floor for the second time that evening. Van Eck stood there in shock, face going red as he processed what had just happened.

“Waiter!” Jesper called to the closest man carrying a tray of drinks. He grabbed one and downed it in one gulp before swinging at Van Eck’s head once again, sending a second shattering of glass across the room.

And, because Jesper was slightly drunk and very angry, he took a deep breath and threw himself forward, sending his still bruised fist right into Van Ecks bloodied face. It sent him to his knees, teeth pressed together as if to try and not show any pain.

“You’ll regret this.” He hissed. Jesper grinned wildly, the impacts of the alcohol setting in.

“Will I? Because I think it’s you who’s on his knees.” He spit back.

Van Eck laughed. His voice came out in pained glee, cackling evilly as he threw his head backward.

Inej suddenly appeared behind him, glaring at him. “Jesper.” She said quietly, yet there was anger in her tone. “Wylan is gone.”

#six of crows #six of crows fanfic #the crows #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #inej gahfas #nina zenik #matthias helvar #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone #sky writes #enjoy this thing that was supposed to be a oneshot

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lostinthelightss · 2 years

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we could let our friends crash in the living room (lover, ch. 8)

The cool Kerch air blew across the rooftop, sending shivers down Nina’s spine...

The cool Kerch air blew across the rooftop, sending shivers down Nina’s spine as across from her, Jesper threw his head back with laughter at something Matthias had said. She hadn’t been listening though, having had a bit too much from the bottle of whiskey that Inej had offered as a housewarming gift and finding herself inexplicably entranced by the stars overhead.

“Drink.” A cup was suddenly thrust into her hand so brusquely that some of the water inside splashed over the rim to trickle down her arm.

Beside her, Kaz dropped down onto the terrace. Dressed head to toe in his usual black, she hadn’t noticed him leaving the rooftop, let alone the fact that he’d returned. And wasn’t that one of the glasses from her apartment?

“I didn’t give you a key,” she accused, but took a sip nonetheless. “How’d you even get in?”

The edges of Kaz’s mouth twisted up in what could have been considered a smile, if he was even capable of that sort of thing. “What you don’t know can’t hurt you, Nina, darling. Now, drink.”

She did, finishing the rest of the water easily. It helped quell some of the alcohol-induced fog in her brain, but the world was still a bit hazy. She sighed, leaning her head back to rest against the edge of the rooftop barrier.

“You know, it’s your fault that I’m this drunk,” she said softly, turning slightly to catch his eye. “If only you’d brought wine instead of whiskey.”

Kaz snorted, the sound quickly whisked away by the wind. “Inej brought the whiskey, not me.”

“Bullshit, Kaz. Inej wouldn’t know whiskey from brandy, and I’ve seen that exact bottle in your storeroom.” She stumbled through her words, before taking another deep breath and letting her head drop to rest against his shoulder.

Kaz tensed beside her, the movement nearly knocking her off of him. Nina had realized long ago that Kaz wasn’t one for physical touch, avoiding it as best he could around the rest of them, even Inej - at least in public - but with the liquor clouding her head, she’d completely forgotten. She sat up straight again, choosing to ignore the rushed hiss that Kaz pushed through his teeth as their contact broke. They stayed like that, frozen beside each other in silence for several long seconds before he responded.

“I thought your meathead might appreciate trying something a little more highbrow for once.” His voice was soft despite the words, and Nina couldn’t help but smile.

“You can admit that you like him. Even just a little bit.”

Another snort, and Nina wondered if perhaps Kaz hadn’t had a bit too much to drink too.

“I’m happy with him,” she admitted. “And you can be happy that I’m happy, Kaz. You’re my friend, and no matter what you try to make us believe, I know you’ve got a heart in that tin can you call a chest.”

She turned ever so slightly to watch as Jesper let out another delighted shout before patting Matthias on the back, Inej and Wylan devolving into giggles themselves, the sight causing a familiar warmth to blossom in her chest. Every time the group of them got together, Matthias seemed to have made more and more of an effort to connect with each of her friends, and for their part, each of them had reciprocated. Well, each of them except for Kaz, although she’d never really expected that of him. But perhaps he was making an effort in his own way, as convoluted as it was.

“He likes you too, you know,” she said. “That’s why he made sure that we had a guest room in all the apartments we toured. He wanted to make sure that there would always be space for the rest of you to stay the night.”

As the silence around them continued to stretch on, Nina’s eyes began to feel heavy, and before she knew it, Kaz’s deep voice was muttering her name, his cane pressing into her side, not painfully, but enough to rouse her. She looked up to see him towering over her, watching as the others packed up their belongings, his eyes never wavering from Inej.

“Will you be staying the night, Kaz? The guest room is yours if you want it. Jesper and Wy can take the pullout.”

“No,” he said simply, “I’ll be driving Inej home.”

She didn’t bother to press the issue, and they made their way over to the rest of the group to say their goodbyes, leaving Kaz and Inej to go about their own way as the rest of them tumbled back into the apartment. It was only then, nuzzled into Matthias’s side in her warm bed, that her phone lit up in the dark room, and Nina reached out to glance at the screen. It was one text, five words, yet it was more than she’d ever expected.

I’m happy that you’re happy.

. . . . .

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goldengoddess · 3 years

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I absolutely loved Sober Thoughts!! It was just so freaking good, drunk Kaz is adorable! Is there any chance we could get a part 2? Maybe the morning after and just how Kaz would react to finding out what he said? Or maybe he remembers? Either way, I think there’s definitely potential for more (only if you want to of course).

sober thoughts part two - kaz brekker

part one is here (read it first! it’ll probably help give context)

pairing: kaz brekker x reader

a/n: hellooooo i got SO many request for a part two of sober thoughts (this request being the first!) and i am here to give the people what they want <3333 threw in some domestic crows moments in there as well bc i love them sm

warnings: like one mention of food, alcohol, hang overs

kaz looked like he had been hit by a train.

his hair was sticking out in all different places, part of his shirt was tucked into his pants and the other wasn't, his walk was slower than usual, he was squinting his eyes at the light of the room, and holding his head gingerly. but, like always, wearing his black gloves.

he was definitely fighting off a killer hangover.

as kaz walked over to the breakfast table, filled with food thanks to wylan and matthias' cooking, you shared a look with jesper. the same way you had the night before. as your face turned flush with embarrassment at the memories, jesper's lips quirked into smirk. he was standing on the opposite side of the table, leaning on his elbows. nina, sat next to you, was also grinning in your direction. you internally cursed jesper and his friendship with the girl, if nina knew then everyone knew.

knew that kaz brekker had been hammered last night, and that he'd called you pretty with so much seriousness that just the thought sent your stomach into a frantic state.

you knew kaz probably didn't remember the night before and you wanted to save the two of you the shame and embarrassment. especially kaz. and you didn't want him to feel obligated to pretend he had meant his flirting. you knew it was a drunken moment, something fun to do or say as the alcohol flowed through his system.

even if you would give anything to hear kaz call you marvellous into your ear again, fully sober this time.

as kaz sat in the seat next to you, you sent a silent prayer to whatever saint was listening that jesper would keep his mouth shut.

but of course, the saints didn't listen to barrel rats as often as they should.

"so kaz, baby" jesper giggled, "did you have a fun night?"

you watched kaz lift his gaze to jesper's grinning face and send him the deadliest stare ever. nina started cracking up next to you.

"jesper if you don't quiet yourself right now, i'll make sure you never play another game of cards again" he growled, throwing his head into his hands to hide from the light.

"aw c'mon kaz, don't be like that. it was my party of course you had fun, maybe a little bit too much fun." nina teased him, while shoving another bit of waffle into her mouth. kaz didn't respond, only keeping his head hidden in his hands.

"yeah i'm almost positive you felt very pretty last night" jesper laughed, emphasizing the word pretty. the reference made you blush as jesper and nina shared a high five at his clever wordplay.

kaz lifted his head and positioned his chin on his hands. you couldn't help but appreciate how sweet and sleepy he looked in that moment. you felt happy that kaz felt comfortable enough with all of you to let you see him vulnerable and dare you say, soft. "jesper, what in the hell are you going on about."

he rolled his eyes and smiled mischievously, the way jesper is so known to smile. he shot you a quick glance and said, "you know, drunk words are sober thoughts, angel."

at this phrase, kaz stilled. you could see the wheels turning in his head. and you could see the moment he remembered the night before and his entire body straightened. he whipped his head in your direction, looking at you properly for the first time, his mouth open slightly in an 'o'.

nina slid out of her chair and grabbed jesper's hand, dragging him out of the room. "have fun you two" she called out behind her.

you looked down at your hands that were sat on the table. "kaz you really don't have to explain yourself or anything. it was a party for crying out loud, i won't hold silly compliments like that against you."

except they had meant the world to me, you thought to yourself.

a part of you, a very naive part, the part that ignored that this was the infamous kaz brekker sitting in front of you, wanted him to say he meant it. wanted to hear the words from his mouth right now. wanted the words to be more than just alcohol.

you looked up at him and you almost lost your unphased act at his face. he was already looking at you. looking at you with some resemblance to the way he had looked at you before. soft. like you possessed everything he'd been looking for.

"they weren't silly," he said. you could tell it cost him to say the words aloud. the extra effort in each syllable of the admission was evident.

you waited for him to go on. you gave him a suspicious look. you didn't want his words out of pity.

he took a breath and averted his eyes, preparing to try again. "i do," is all he said.

"you do what, kaz?"

"think you're pretty" he clearly said, looking directly into your eyes.

you sucked in a breath and clung to the side of the table.

"and i do think you're marvellous" he added on in a much smaller voice.

if you didn't have the table for the support you might have fallen out of your chair at those words. they struck you like a bullet. physically striking, like every punch you'd ever received on a job. but in a totally good way.

"you do?" you questioned in an even smaller voice. you waited for him to say he was kidding. to take back the words. blame them on the mean mix of drinks that wylan had created the night before.

instead, he lifted his chin and with so much sincerity said, "i think you're everything."

involuntarily, your mouth grew into a bright smile.

he thought you were pretty. marvellous. everything.

kaz brekker thought you were everything.

and he was still looking at you like that. the look that caused your skin to erupt into goosebumps and the air around you to feel electric.

you leaned closer to him, placing your elbows on the table. "oh do you now?" you giggled.

he rolled his eyes and leaned closer to you as well, "yeah, angel. "

"and you're sober now?" you teased him.

"the soberest, scouts honor" he chuckled and crossed his heart, to really drive the point home.

you blushed and shyly passed him your cup of coffee.

"well even though i know you have no honor," he smiled at that, "i think you're fucking marvellous too kaz. and so much more than that too. "

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swanimagines · 2 years

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[x] IMAGINE BEING AN ARTIST AND KAZ LETTING YOU PAINT HIS BACK.

requested by @kitty0621

(Note: this places itself years into relationship with Kaz and overcoming his phobias and traumas, so he's kind of ok with reader touching him, but he's not a cuddle monster or anything, don't worry XD I don't write for cuddle monster Kaz)

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"No, absolutely not." Kaz grumbled and walked out of your little atelier. You let out a whine, following him as he started making his way back to the attic.

"Please? We can wash it off after. I'd just like to try how it is to paint on skin."

"I already said no." he sighed. "Ask Jesper."

You let out an amused huff. "Do you really think he'd stay still?"

Kaz groaned. "Ask Matthias. Nina. Wylan. Inej."

You snorted at Matthias, but then shrugged. "Nina could be willing."

"Good, then ask her." he said and opened his door. "Come back when you're done, I need to go over the plan with you."

"Of course. I'd come back even if you didn't ask, though." you smiled at him and took a hold of his hand briefly before you started descending the stairs. Kaz looked at you go for a moment and then made his way back to the office.

Inej, Jesper and Wylan were at the bar counter, but you didn't see Nina anywhere. It was odd, she was usually there with the rest of the Crows at this time of evening.

"Where's Nina?" you asked, and Jesper shrugged.

"She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Judging by their giggles, they're spending the night... elsewhere. What I gathered, they're celebrating something," Jesper told you and you groaned.

"Why today of all days?" you muttered and made your way back to Kaz's office, slumping on your armchair and Kaz lifted his gaze to you.

"Didn't Nina want to be painted either?" he asked, and you shrugged.

"Can't ask. She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Jesper said they're going to spend the night together because they're celebrating something."

Kaz cocked a brow. "Celebrating what?"

"Anniversary? No, it can't be their anniversary yet. Ugh. I don't know," you groaned. "I was so excited, and this would have been a calm evening. But maybe another time..."

Kaz was quiet for a moment, before he sighed. "All right. You can paint my back this one time."

You couldn't believe your ears. "What?"

"This one time. It's just this one time. I won't be your canvas for the rest of your works, and I won't go around showing it to everyone like Nina would," Kaz continued, and you broke into a wide smile.

"Really?" you excitedly asked, and Kaz couldn't help but smile slightly. "You can decide the topic, then. I'll get my things. Come to the atelier when you can."

You hopped to your atelier to get your stuff ready and it didn't take long for Kaz to join you. You pulled up two chairs for yourself and him.

"Take off your shirt and we can begin," you smiled and Kaz started unbuttoning his shirt, soon sitting on the chair backward, leaning his arms on the backrest as you sat behind him. "What do you want me to paint?"

Kaz thought for a moment. "Your favorite memory of us."

You giggled. "Wow. That's cheesy from you."

"It just popped into my mind." he smirked and rested his chin on his hand. "How long is this going to take?"

"Long enough that if you need to use the bathroom, you should use it now," you replied, putting your supplies ready.

Kaz nodded with a small sigh. "All right. You can begin then."

"It might tickle at first, but try to stay still." you told him.

You dipped the brush to your black paint, faintly mixing it with the white one. You already knew what memory you were choosing - that evening Kaz had held hands with you for the first time. You had watched a beautiful sunset together, something rare in Ketterdam to see, but Kaz hadn't looked at it. He had looked at you, eyes so full of love and admiration, and he had taken off his glove, linking his hand with yours. It had been very brief and you almost didn't register it, believing it was just hopeful thinking, but you had glanced down just before he pulled away with a slight hitch in his breath and put his glove back.

You were painting yourself and Kaz as silhouettes against a beautiful, orange sunset, with a ship peeking from the right and some houses from the left. The memory was carved into your mind and you could remember it clear as day, even when it had been over five years from that moment.

Kaz didn't really talk during you painting, something you were grateful for. Nina likely couldn't shut up, making it harder especially if she'd laugh. She always made you both laugh, that's why you hadn't taken her as your first choice.

It took about two and half hours before you made your last stroke, leaning back to check your work one last time.

"It's finished," you told Kaz and started putting your supplies away, nodding towards a small space beside your pile of empty canvases. "The mirror is that way if you want to see."

Kaz stood up, making his way towards the mirror and you saw him frown before he started to smile slightly.

"Do you like it?" you questioned and Kaz nodded.

"I almost feel sorry for having to wash it off," he said quietly and you giggled.

"Aw, is that a compliment?"

"You could say that," Kaz smirked, making his way back to you. "I... it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of liked it."

"So... does that mean that I can use your back as a canvas again if I want?" you asked, and Kaz raised his eyebrows before he smiled softly, giving his answer that way.

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lilisouless · 2 years

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No one

Not a single soul

Me in the shower : But by making Jesper mess up with the coal and Kaz being way nicer and just letting go the incident without minding it, they are messing up the dynamic.Sure, they let Jes have his momment shooting the volkra but is also harming the future of his character by implying Jesper mess ups a lot when he later says to Kaz he has "done it right" many times. By the time the show catches up with the book dynamic and the fight scene , the show by making Jesper a little bit messier and Kaz not the jerk he is in the book; you are kind of telling the audience (even accidentally) that Jesper actually deserves the way Kaz treats him,despite being pointed out by Inej that as much as Jesper needs to be responsible for his mistakes he DOES deserves to be treated better than Kaz.

Yes, right now it seems like Kaz and Jesper´s friendship is better (and while it is) but by the future seasons when we get the previously said fight, instead of a more equal ground where Kaz is a jerk who projects his own trauma for Jordie over Jesper while Jesper is a troubled guy who let his impulsiveness and vices get the best of him,like in the book. If the show continues with this dynamic the result will be more on Kaz is favor, with Jesper as the guy who allways messes up and Kaz as the saint and patient friend who got fed up.

There is nothing wrong with characters being nicer in adaptations than they were in the source material .Hell this same show is a proof of that with Alina,Mal,Marie and Nadia ,since them being jerks was not really something needed and nothing really came from that.

Kaz on the other hand,while Inej is certainly the group´s heart , is probably the most important out of the crows in terms of character relationships since he has a say in all the crows character develoment,ex : Nina begining to see things in a less black and white view ,Wylan imitates his "focus" and takes at heart his advice about his shame ,and maybe i am overeaching but i am sure Kaz trusting that Matthias would choose Nina and them over Jarl Brum helped him.

I put those three examples first because none of those rely on Kaz being a jerk ,but Inej and Jesper do: Inej eventually understanding the reason why he is so cold and unfriendly and acepting he does love her but it´s hard for him to heal ,and i already mentioned Jesper whom his arc can be resumed in learning to make better choices, and one of them is beging to standing up to himself in front of Kaz who ,in his eyes, always took him for granted. What i said for Jesper also applies to Inej, if we have her saying how she genuilly believes Kaz only sees her as an investment after Show!Kaz already told her he needs her, she may come out as unrealistically oblivious who is only denying her feelings for the sake of drama,something that doesn't apply to Inej.

And i am not saying Jesper or Inej are doomed already, like i said; this is what may happen if the show catches on with the SoC plotlines and keeps portraying Kaz as they have until now. This can be solved in two ways

-You either change the context and relationship dynamics from the book

-Or, my own personal sugestion, get rid of Soft!Kaz. He is fine for fanfiction, for POST CK works but making him nice so early (before even the SoC events) may make him more likeable to the general audience but eventually it will come at the expense of both Inej and Jesper.

So, this is my case against nice!Kaz , i acept counterpoints if someone doesn't agree

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aphroditestummyrolls · 10 months

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Hey! Could you do a snippet from the engagement series? I loved the last post you made about that one :D

I am LOVING all the people asking for the engagement series— I’m having a blast with it ❤️ here’s a little bit of a longer chunk, because I got carried away.

The first nip of autumn could be felt on the night air over Ketterdam— the breeze was crisp and light. The steep roofs and crumbling gables of the Barrel rolled out before them. It was its own type of beauty, even with no stars and the clouds of city smog leaving a soft purple haze in the streets below. Street lamps glowed amber and gold, the light catching on Jesper’s profile as he looked out over the city.

It was their city. Their home. Even now, with a fancy estate on the other side of town with their portrait over the mantle, and a mercher black suit hanging on Wylan’s side of the wardrobe.

The Crow Club was home.

“Kruge for your thoughts?”

Jes sighed out a long breath, frosty with the cold, but his smile was genuine the moment he heard his voice, and he turned to Wylan. “Just thinking.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” He chuckled, stepping in closer.

Jesper leaned against the stone ledge of the roof and watched him watching him, his eyes a warm flare of streetlamp gold and gunmetal grey. His hands were tucked into his trouser pockets, shoulders drawn in a little. He shrugged.

“Getting a little air, I suppose.”

Wylan hummed, noticing he’d not put on his jacket and his hair was curly and wild, free of his hat.

“Maybe a little more than you ought to— aren’t you cold?”

He was answered with a familiar, knowing smirk that simmered in his chest as soon as he saw it. Jesper took his hands from his pockets only to reach out for Wylan. “Why don’t you keep me warm, then?”

Wylan let himself be reeled in, happy to be pressed flush to his lover’s chest and smell the bright, woodsy smell of his cologne. Feel that heart beating against his own. He couldn’t have helped his grin if he tried, and why would he?

In an optimal position, he nuzzled the tip of his cold, rosy nose into the crook of Jesper’s collar, soothing it with a kiss when he got a squirm in response.

He kept the touch of his lips lush and soft, suffusing heat all the way up his throat to the underside of his jaw. Jesper hummed, with head tilted back and his broad hands resting heavily around the small of Wylan’s back. He simply let Wylan do what he liked, just enjoyed the moment. His short, fluttery eyelashes brushed the very tops of his cheekbones with his eyes shut, closed blissfully, with a smile on his face.

Saints, he was the most beautiful thing Wylan had ever seen.

In his own pocket, the simple band of engraved gold felt like it was about to burn a hole in his trousers.

He kissed Jesper one more time, just for good measure. He needed it. He cupped his cheeks with his hands, and held him there, just to warm up the chilled skin. As he rolled up to his tip toes, he tilted Jes’s face down to do the job properly, pressing their lips together until he could taste the hint of Kaelish whiskey still on his tongue.

Those hands smoothed across his back, under his jacket to grip the fabric of his shirt.

They didn’t stop until they had to. Until the calls and cries and laughter of the Barrel had faded to nothing but their heartbeats in their ears.

It was more feeling than sound, when Jesper broke the hush. His lips still brushed his cheek, feather light, as he said the words. “I really have been, y’know— thinking, that is.”

Wylan pulled back enough to see him plainly, fixing his eyes on him like there was something he needed to study in his face.

“Hm,” Jepser’s fingers were fiddling absently with his braces against his back, and there was something tense in the corners of his eyes. They made his smile look tight. Nervous. “What have you been thinking about, then?”

“You.” He was smiling, he was looking over Wylan’s face like he was trying to commit him to memory. “Us.”

He thought about the ring in his pocket again, looking at the golden halo of lamplight outlining his lover’s curls. And the smile on his perfect lips, and the nervous fidget of his hands.

“Oh?”

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 3 years

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Kaz Brekker x alkemi Reader - Strange Truths

A/n: This was so fun to do and me being an Alkemi really was happy with this request! Thank you! I'm so sorry it took so long though!

Warnings: None? Needles?

Request: ok ok so i have an idea- a kaz brekker x alkemi reader where kaz accidentally drinks one of the reader's newest chemical (prolly cause jesper slipped it into his drink) and it makes him super flustered and vv talkative and the reader has to keep him in their lab until they can finish the antidote and kaz tells the reader he likes them right after he takes the antidote so the reader realizes he's actually serious-

I do not own six of crows or shadow and bone or you!

Most people underestimated alkemi's but once they did it once they would not do it again. Kaz Brekker knew that alkemi's could just be as dangerous as a squaller all the way to a shadow or sun summoner if they were powerful enough. To be fair, very few were that powerful but most could kill you slowly and far worse than a heartrender so...

But you were a very powerful alkmei- one of the most powerful to ever live and that was why you are part of the crows. You can fight just fine, but the dregs had seemed to be getting very creative with their ways of killing to getting information and this was all thanks to you.

Though not all appreciated your talents.

Nina has grown up thinking that the alkemi's were weak was a part of those few, Inej just didn't understand you, Jesper understood but was still trying to come to terms with his own Grisha powers, Wylan thought you were amazing and Matthias was just flat out scared.

But that all changed when one day you poisoned a whole army.

Oh, Kaz was just... Happy? No one really knew, but sometimes he just seemed a bit more satisfied about how things were going with you around. Unfortunately for you, that meant he had to spend a bit more time around you trying to come up with more ideas. And that would have been just fine if it weren't for the fact that you were falling helplessly in love with Dirtyhands.

Ya, fuck.

Lately, you had been conjuring up something new in that lab of yours in the basement of the Slat. It was almost like a truth potion but not quite, it was to make it easier to get information out of its victims but not enough to notice.

Officially it was finished and you were going to go tell Kaz but you realized today everyone was going to be at the Crow Club. Just your luck that you hated socializing.

You sigh but you quickly grab the elixir and start running to the Club. Being late to a meeting was never really your foreté.

Finding finally the Crows even with the sea of people around you spot them when you meet Kaz's eyes. Of course, you had to meet his eyes. You go and sit down beside him as everyone had already decided on their drinks.

"Y/n's getting them this time since she's late!" Jesper grins in triumph as you just roll your eyes. It doesn't matter you guessed he was almost always going to be the one late so you figured it wouldn't matter if you had done it this one time. Besides, it would give the sharpshooter (and his boyfriend) a break for once.

Getting up from your seat you walk towards the bar and ask for everyone's drinks. He hands you them and you talk to the bartender as you walk back towards the group.

"I'm your waiter for one time only, don't get used to it."

Kaz just clears his throat and starts talking about a plan that's really in reality just a decoy because of Inej's intel there would be Dime Lion spies in the Crow Club today.

And why not take that to your advantage?

Suddenly Kaz stops talking and you lift an eyebrow at him. He just shakes his head and the others just shrug their shoulders and start a different conversation.

For a bit, you do engage in conversation with the other Crows but Kaz just seemed different? Like he was trying not to burst out talking or something?

"Dirtyhands, you good?"

Instantly his face flushed a bright pink and he stutters out;

"Ya-ya fine. Totally fine, everything's good. Go back to whatever I guess. Just leave me alone and do your work you shouldn't have even asked, so can you please-" He cut himself off and flushed (what you didn't even know was possible) red even brighter.

What the- You always called Kaz Dirtyhands as more as a nickname than a mean term almost like a term of endearment. Although he didn't know that he never had even blinked when you used the little nickname more than necessary so why was he now?

Also to add to that fact, was that you really never called him Kaz. It was mostly to keep yourself in check so you didn't get used to him too much. It was more like reminding yourself that you both weren't on a first-name basis even if you already were.

Narrowing your eyes, you can see that his pupils are slightly dilated and that he's bitting down on his tongue really hard to stop himself from talking. This wasn't just Kaz Brekker flustered, there was something else going on here. And you had to figure at fast before the Dime Lion spies did, or if they already had.

"Brekker, I need to you answer me honestly okay?" You lower your voice and you soften your tone like you would with your targets to get information out of them. You didn't like doing it, but it was the price to pay for his safety.

He just bobs his head up and down trying not to say anything.

"What have you ingested today?"

"Just the drink. Not anything else, being that I forg-" He cuts himself off from his whisper-rant covering his hand over his mouth.

"You haven't eaten today!" Accidently you raise your voice and the anger and concern shine through your usual stone-cold tone.

Kaz widens his eyes and gives you a look to shut the fuck up. He was still the Bastard of The Barrel after all.

Wait, now that you think about it...

You reach into your pocket for your newly brewed elixir and when you take it out it almost confirms it for you.

The lid is open.

Oh, fuck maybe it's better not to cure Kaz because you might just die after this.

It all made sense now though; talkative, flustered, overused & exaggerated facial expressions, looseness of the tongue. Those were all symptoms and you hadn't even noticed.

Well... At least you knew it worked and it was effective. Very effective... Fucking hell Kaz really is going to kill you now.

Grabbing onto his coat sleeve (being extra careful not to touch his skin) you drag him out of the crow club away from the prying eyes of everyone and the shouts of 'what the hell!' From your friends.

Quickly you drag him to the basement of the Slat where all your potions, bombs, machines, elixirs, poisons and most importantly supplies are.

"You can sit there." You point at a chair in the back of the room that basically had a view of everything.

"You better make me an antidote or I swear to-"

You cut him off before he says something he'll regret later. "Go sit your ass down Dirtyhands and let the real Grisha do their magic."

He flushes again and walks over to the chair but not without muttering under his breath how Grisha cannot do magic. And how their abilities work and etc.

By the saints! Now you really didn't want to reverse that chemical elixir, he just sounded really cute. But who the fuck are you kidding? This is Kaz Brekker we're talking about and you just thought of him as cute.

Welp, this is getting interesting.

Quickly you mix some ingredients together trying really hard to go as swift as you can. No one could see Brekker like this it would kill his reputation.

You look down at the antidote and you curse under your breath. This was going to need a needle. Oh fuck, you might as well just die right there.

Hurrying over to your cabinet you quickly go through the vials wondering what size you would need till you found the perfect one. It wasn't very big, and because it was fabrikator made he wouldn't even feel a pinch. But at the same time, it would hold your elixir even if it was a very tiny vial.

"Brekker, your gonna have to put your arm up for me."

You don't turn around knowing that this probably could be your death right here in your lab. At least Kaz Brekker will kill you so at least that's memorable. You sigh, Kaz Brekkers Alkemi was killed by Dirtyhands himself.

"Why?" Most of the time Kaz would just raise his eyebrow at you but because of the fun chemicals that he had in his body that was not the case.

"You might want to roll up your sleeve as well." You say nervously turning around so the needle was visible.

"Because I'm going to have to use a syringe."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!"

You slowly walk over and you shake your head.

"Sleeves up."

Kas just grumbles while putting his sleeves up you can tell he's uncomfortable. Now looking back at it you didn't really know how many barrel rats have had needles before, and if they did it probably wasn't good.

"What's your favourite colour?"

He snaps his eyes to meet yours and that's the moment you press the needle in his skin.

As you thought before he didn't flinch but he looked like he wanted to kill you with that stare but his eyes seem to soften with your worried stance.

"It didn't hurt did it?"

Kaz just shakes his head and you sigh in relief. "There shouldn't be any after-effects but I might just check in to see just in case."

He's almost out the door when he stops just at the entrance.

"Your eyes."

You whip your head around to meet his dark eyes.

"What?"

Slowly he comes away from the door frame advancing on you and he shakily takes off a glove and presses his hand against your cheek.

"You asked me what my favourite colour was."

You have convinced yourself that at this moment you have stopped breathing. Nothing else matters but you two of you in this room. The feeling of his hand on your cheek sends butterflies everywhere in you. And you can't stop to think about how beautiful and terrifying those brown nearly black eyes are.

"Boss!" There's a shout from upstairs and he quickly pulls away putting his glove back on.

"So I'll be seeing you around Brekker?"

He rolls his eyes. "You know you can call me Kaz right?"

You laugh as you herd him through the door knowing that he has business to attend to.

"But I think you much prefer when I call you Dirtyhands."

The blush spreads across his cheeks albeit not as strong this time but at least you know it's not from one of your elixirs.

"Only you Y/n only you."

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