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notelcol · 11 days

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Genshin Character Summaries😵‍💫

How I would describe some Genshin characters to someone who hasn’t played ✨

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Wanderer - He’s like that black alley cat that answers to any name if it means attention, but will bite your finger off and tear open your bins.

Beidou - Flirty pirate with a mild alcohol problem.

Bennett - He’s like a cute little puppy. Bounces around in excitement when you give him attention then proceeds to run into a wall.

Zhongli - Looks hot but then he talks and it’s a grandpa with a dash of history teacher….yet for some reason you don’t mind it🤣

Ayaka - She has wet socks.

Diona - She is the cat who pushes over your drink while maintaining direct eye contact with you.

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#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin wanderer #the wanderer #wanderer #Genshin #Beidou #genshin bennett #genshin beidou #zhongli #kamisato ayaka #genshin ayaka #genshin diona #Genshin Scara #scaramouche #scarameow #silliness #teyvat

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notelcol · 12 days

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Smoke and Rain 🌧️

Helping Ayato relax with a day in the wild. Inspired by his weather voiceline🌦️

TW- OOC Ayato? He’s a little bit posh prince-ish😬

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You barely felt the chill in the air as you wandered, hand in hand, through the forest with Ayato.

“Let’s go back, the conditions are worsening.” He grimaced at the darkening sky. “We can have my people bring us soup in my office. We could eat by the fire.” He finished, already missing his home comforts. You chuckled fondly at his distaste for the wilderness.

“Don’t be silly, it’s just a bit of wind! We can make our own fire here.” You crouched down to gather some loose branches, smiling when you saw him do the same.

You sat by the fire until the sun had almost set. You talked about his recent issues in work and your own stresses about the business you run. Your head rested on his shoulder as you watched the last ray of sun disappear in a golden flash, as if the universe was taking a picture of you. A cold pinprick on your cheek broke your dreamlike state. As you lifted your head to look above, the heavens opened and released a downpour.

“Let's take shelter for the time being. Don't worry, one of my people will be here with umbrellas momentarily.” He immediately jumped up, frantically looking around for somewhere to hide from the rain.

“I have a better idea.” You grabbed his hand to stop him moving around. “Let’s dance.” You smirked as you twirled yourself under his arm. He looked at you dumbfounded.

“Dance? In the rain?” He raised his brows and pursed his lips.

“You’re already soaked through, you might aswell!” Your grin, reminding him of childhood joy as you swayed in the rain, warmed up his heart. His serious expression began to soften as he started to sway in time with you.

“Why not?” He laughed, finally relaxing into you. He moved his hands to your waist and begun leading you in a traditional Inazuman slow dance. You danced by the fire until the last ember fizzled away into the night and the smoke took your place, twirling in the trees.

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notelcol · 13 days

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In The Haze 🌪️

A classic Bellamy Blake x Kane!reader acid fog story….with a head cannon included as a twist ✨

TW- cannon divergence, mentions of assault/manipulation, gore?

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The silence of the hunting group made the trees seem louder, each gust of wind causing heads to whip around. Your feet no longer crunched on the forest floor like they had when you first arrived to the ground mere weeks ago. You looked to your ‘leader’, seriously doubting his decision to leave the safety of camp with all the current looming threats from the grounders. When you saw his determined expression, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was the only one of the group who didn’t look afraid, and that made him a fool.

“Over there!” Sterling whisper-shouted, pointing to a deer in the distance. Bellamy nodded and as usual, took the lead and aimed his knife. You decided to take in the scenery instead of watching another of his power plays. That was when you saw it. A murder of at least one hundred crows, frantically fleeing across the sky. You didn’t want to know what they were so afraid of. Unfortunately, on the ground it’s not possible to close your eyes to the dangers.

“ACID FOGGG!!!” Munroe yelled. Your eyes widened as you watched the group run off in different directions. You didn’t know which way the nearest shelter was and found yourself spinning in circles. The fog moved closer, faster than you could think. Until a hand grabbed yours.

“Come on!” Bellamy’s gruff voice ushered you away from green cloud. The two of you ran, hand in hand, faster than you ever had before. The forest became a muddy green blur around you.

“There’s a cave by those rocks up there.” He called over his shoulder. You focused your eyes on the shining wet rocks, trying not to think of the encroaching fog. You felt a tug on your neck as you brushed past a tree, on instinct you looked back.

When you saw what had happened, you dropped your hand from Bellamy’s and started to run back. You would rather die in the fog than lose this necklace.

You ignored Bellamy’s calls and moved faster towards the fog, heart almost stopping when you saw it about to make contact your most precious possession. You desperately lunged your hand forward, praying that you’d reach it before the fog did. You could almost feel the chain when you were harshly pulled away. Your hope shattered as you watched the fog engulf your necklace. You still fought Bellamy’s grip for a moment, unable to accept it. You fought until the burning agony of reality seared itself into the arm still stretched out in lost hope.

Finally, you gave in and allowed Bellamy to drag you out of the fog that had begun to swallow you whole.

“What the hell was that?!” He spat as he pushed you into the cave. “You nearly got us both killed over a necklace!” He rubbed his temped as he spoke. “It’s metal! The fog isn’t gunna damage it.” He began to lecture.

“It’s not just a necklace!” You growled, jaw clenching in the pain of your burnt arm. “There was a lock of my mothers hair in there. The fog just turned the last piece of her to dust.” Your voice cracked. For the first time, you noticed Bellamy Blake looking at you as something other than one of the privileged. Running a hand through his curled hair, he sighed.

“I have water in my bag. Let me help you.” Gesturing to your now weeping arm.

Sweat rolled down your back as he peeled off the remnants of your sleeve. You watched his brows furrow in concern at every shudder and wince.

“Why are you helping me?” You asked weakly. “I thought you’d say I deserve this, since my dad floated your mom and all.” You stared at the dripping cave roof.

“I think I’m learning to accept that you can’t judge someone by the sins of their father.” He spoke sadly. You flicked your gaze back to him, watching him curiously. He took a deep breath before meeting your eyes.

“I found out something recently.” His breath hitched and his hands faltered as they worked on your arm. “Commander Shumway is my father.” He released a breath, one that felt as though it was the first since he found out. “She met him just after he became a cadet. He caught her stealing medicine for her father. Told her he would let her off, if she did him a ‘favour’. Nine months later, there I was. But he didn’t care. Instead he held everything against her and once Octavia was born…well he had the ultimate leverage then didn’t he? Then all these years later he tells me the truth, but for his own ends!” You barely felt him tip the water on your arm, as you were listening intently to his tale. “He tells me that he got Octavia into the dropship. He told me if I killed the chancellor, he could use the chaos to get me on the ship with her. I fell for it like a fool.” He wrapped your arm in some torn cloth as he continued. “As soon as I was on the ship, he ratted me out.” Bitterness etched upon his face. “So yeah, I can understand not wanting to make the same mistakes as your shitty father.” His mask returned in an instant with his signature smirk, as he dropped your now cleaned and wrapped arm.

“Thanks.” You gestured to your arm. “For the record, you might be an egotistical dick sometimes, but you’re good. You aren’t like him.” You sent Bellamy a small smile, which he returned while bringing his eyes to meet yours once more.

“You too Kane.” He spoke softly before leaning back against the cave wall and closing his eyes.

“We should rest until the fog clears. We still have to hunt.” His voice had retreated to its usual tone. As you leaned your head against the rocky cave wall you realised that somewhere in the haze, you and Bellamy Blake had seen each other for the first time. Even if just for a second.

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notelcol · 13 days

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A rivals desire 🌹

Non gender specific rival/lover✨

A little story inspired by the Wanderers ‘about us: rivals’ voiceline. In this story, reader is studying in Vahamuna with the Wanderer and is his only true academic rival. You and he are the only ones able to really challenge each others work. It will, of course, be set in Sumeru post it’s archon quest.

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

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“So, you're still stewing over our run-ins from before? Huh. Well, what are you going to do about it? Take your time. I'm in no hurry.” The Wanderer scowled at you, referring to the time you helped thwart his plans to become a god.

“For the last time. No!” Your voice became faster and louder as you continued. “Unlike you, I can let things go!” You glared at him.

“If you aren’t out for revenge, then why would you rebuke my paper?!” He leaned closer as he waved your latest paper around. “Why else would you make a point of disputing every paper I submit?” His voice became quiet, full of venom with a touch of vulnerability.

“I rebuked your paper because it was short sighted. Same as all the others.” You told him. “Your takes on history and society are factually correct and full of potential, yes. But, you always fail to see the true story.” You say, slightly distracted by how close you stood to him. “You miss out the heart of everything by only focusing on the tangible parts. True insight comes from mixing the facts with the feelings that follow in their wake.” You explained, eyes flicking to the ground as you finished talking and realised how long you’d been maintaining eye contact.

When he didn’t reply, you returned his gaze again. He seemed to be lost in his mind, you could almost see the churning of waves behind his blue eyes.

“So you’re telling me, that to reach academic greatness I must tap into my emotions to find the heart of things?” He asked incredulously before scoffing. “You realise I don’t have a heart right?” He folded his arms and raised a brow as he spoke. His words made you chuckle.

“The heart just pumps blood around a body. The brain is where all thoughts and feelings lie….surely you have one of those don’t you?” You smirked.

“Yes. Very funny.” He deadpanned. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, if we’re done here?” You gestured to the path you were on your way down before he interrupted your journey.

“Wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you began to turn away. “If you think you know so much, then show me. Show me how to achieve ‘true insight’.”

You deliberated his request for no where near long enough, given the task it would be to get this man to view society in a sympathetic way.

“Fine. Lesson one. Tell me one emotion you are familiar with feeling.” You looked expectantly, assuming he would give you an immediate answer. After mulling it over he opened his mouth..and then closed it again, before finally speaking.

“Desire.”

“Good! That’s good, you can tap into that. Think of something you want and go after it. Study that feeling. Then when you succeed, focus on how you feel when you get whatever it is you want and it will lead you to another emotion to study.“

“This is ridiculous. Talking about feelings to better writing, how warped.” He grumbled.

“You sound like Azar.” You shook your head at him, remembering the former grand sage.

“Don’t compare me to that old fool!” Offence tainted the Wanderer’s words. “I am nothing like that failure. I am better.” His breath fanned your face as he argued with you.

“Then stop acting like him and prove it! I wouldn’t ‘make a point’ of challenging you all the time if I didn’t believe you could be brilliant.” You exclaimed. His eyes darted around your face as he seemed to freeze. You watched him wade through his mind, slowly you could see his soul becoming clearer in the distance. You had lost yourself in his eyes and possibly would have stayed that way for eternity if he hadn’t grabbed your cheeks, shocking you back to reality. He almost looked as confused as you, before pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened as the space between you closed, but when his fingers started stroking your cheek as he kissed you, you couldn’t help but melt. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and you let yourself fall into the kiss. You swore you could feel him smile right before he pulled away.

“Peace.” He spoke as he rested his forehead on yours. “The fruition of my desire leads to peace.”

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notelcol · 14 days

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Sooo I haven’t posted for the last two weeks 👉👈

Since I missed four posts, I will be posting for four days consecutively as an offering to the Hellsite😬

Please accept my apologies, demons of tumblr…

Feel free to send in requests and challenge me as punishment😁

🫶🌹

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notelcol · 27 days

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Hu Tao’s promotional tactics are getting worse guys….😵‍💫

#genshin impact #Genshin #Teyvat #wangsheng funeral parlor #hu tao genshin impact #hu tao #genshin memes #genshin headcanons #Liyue #gaming

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notelcol · 28 days

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Foreshadowing in the 100

I’m so sorry to anyone who reads this😬

I finally got to watch the last two seasons after them not being available in my country and after watching that I went back and watched season ones first episode again. I noticed some interesting foreshadowing that has led me to come to the unhinged conclusion that the writers knew where the show was going all along. I will explain below😵‍💫

So the first thing I saw as the episode started was Clarke’s drawing of a scorpion. Now stay with me on this one. In season 7 when Bellamy is on the mountain with Doucette, he eats a scorpion right before the scene where he prays and sees the shepherd. I personally believe that his vision was actually a scorpion venom induced hallucination, and the shepherd appearing was down to Bellamy only having a photo of the shepherd and his book to occupy his mind for months. Which brings me back to Clarke’s drawing in episode one. That scorpion foreshadows Bellamy’s death. (Making it a tiny bit more bearable more me.)

My next point is regarding Octavia’s line to Fin. “Rescue me next.” Yeesh. This just takes my mind straight to when he goes to rescue Clarke and massacres an innocent village.

This one’s a bit silly but Clarkes face when Octavia strips off was the shows way of hinting to us early about her being into girls. She flat out just stands there drooling for a second before going back to default Clarke mode.

The next two are both about Jasper….Monty says “note to self: next time save the girl.” While patting Jasper on the shoulder….Now I know the shoulder pat was a way of saying well done but I couldn’t help but think yikes, next time he does not save the girl…..

Then when Jasper is about to jump the rope Fin says. “I knew there was a badass in there somewhere…it’s okay to be afraid Jasper the trick is not fighting it.”

Then Jasper replies with “see you on the other side.” And yes I’m totally aware this is probably the100 trauma but that whole exchange just encapsulates what Jasper becomes. The see you on the other side cut deep.

Finally, we have the final line of the episode. “We’re not alone.” A classic line in media that usually references aliens. After watching the last two seasons, i cannot see this line as anything but foreshadowing for the discovery of aliens and eventual becoming of aliens.

The end conclusion of this messay is that I will forever remain delusional rather than admit the ending was bad. Despite the bullet holes on the Mount Weather sign showing that the writers weren’t fully committed to the ALIE setting off the bombs storyline meaning that they couldn’t have planned the whole story from the start, I will choose to ignore that.

Side note: I am very traumatised after finishing this show 💀 I should have stopped at season 5 like the streaming services wanted me to.

#cw the 100 #the 100 #the hundred #cw the hundred #clarke griffin #jasper jordan #bellamy blake #fin the 100 #Octavia Blake #bloodreina #skyripa #wanheda #clexa #i am unhinged #tw trauma #do not read

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notelcol · 28 days

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Judgement⚡️

A story based off Cyno’s thunderstorm voice line.

Mentor!Cyno x you

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The wind howled as it dragged a cold chill over the city of Sumeru. The days were long working in the matra, so you decided not to let the threat of a storm disrupt your peaceful journey home. Every day you revelled in the sights. On the face of things, the city never changed. But, when you really looked, it was never stagnant. A different story in every corner, in every second, in every person that passed by. You watched as you walked, soaking in the city. You saw a man skulking near some stalls. He was staring at a sack of fruit, like a lion hunting its prey. You watched him lick his chapped lips before forcing himself to look away. His movement revealed his sunken cheeks. You began rooting through your pockets for some mora to buy him a hot meal.

“HEY!” You dropped a few coins as you whipped your head up in the direction of the shout.

You ran to the stall to find that you were too late. The hungry man had tried to take the sack of fruit for himself but the stall owner caught him. Unfortunately merchant seemed to have little patience as the weakened man was already on the ground and the fruit rolling loosely all around him rendering it unsellable, yet the merchant seemed to be blind to that.

“What is going on here?” You brought out your matra voice.

The stall merchant grabbed the man by the shirt and yanked him up to stand in front of you.

“I caught this no-good scoundrel stealing a bag of fruit from my stall.” He stated gruffly.

“Really? Because I just saw you hurting an unarmed man who is clearly starving.” You gave him a pointed look whilst putting an hand on your hip.

“I don’t care if he’s starving. He stole from me and if you don’t take him into custody, I will report you to your General.” His spit landed on your cheek as he threatened you.

You stood for a moment, thinking over the merchant’s words. You had recently had multiple complaints over your attitude, and you were on your final warning. You looked over, at the starving man hanging weakly from his grip. His sullen eyes looked broken. You knew you would be dooming him if you took him. He was too weak for lock up. But was this stranger worth your future in the matra?

“Fine. I’ll take him.” You grimaced at the starving man’s silent cries as pulled him away, back in the direction of the headquarters. He was deadweight as you dragged him along. As you walked, sky became darker until a bolt of lightning ripped a new contrast.

“In some legends, thunderbolts are a form of judgment from the gods above.” A voice interrupted your walk, just as you were about to round a corner. You turned slowly, recognising the gentle authority of Cyno’s voice.

“Relax.” You paused until you rounded the corner. “I couldn’t get another complaint.” You admitted before letting go of the starving mans arms and turning your back to him. Cyno smirked, understanding you, then turned his own head aside. Silence fell for a moment, then you finally heard the sound of scuffled footsteps running away from you.

“That was interestingly handled.” Your General looked down upon you, with a scrutinising look. “But I’m proud of you. You might not have done it by the book, but managed to find a way to resolve a near impossible situation without making a fuss or getting a complaint. Well done.” Your heart swelled with pride as he slapped his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll make a another me out of you yet. You’re just missing the comedy genius aspect.” He always knew how to ruin a nice moment.

“Well I better get looking for a new mentor then, because I certainly won’t learn comedy from you…”

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#genshin impact #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin x you #teyvat #writing #cyno #cyno x reader #genshin cyno #cyno x you #cyno fluff #mentor cyno #comedian cyno #light angst #matra #sumeru #general cyno

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notelcol · 29 days

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"just not seeing enough people talking about carl clemons-hopkins, the first out nonbinary actor to be nominated for an emmy, and the nonbinary flag gown they wore last night"

@mattxiv

Carl Clemons-Hopkins on IMDB

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The Getaway🐦‍⬛

That Kaz x reader hurt/comfort that was voted in by some lovely people❤️

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

The wind blew harshly against your body as you ran through Ketterdam with a stolen scroll in your hand. Your felt like you were flying. Grinning, you turned towards the man who ran a step behind you. His face matched yours. A wicked joy had you both feeling more alive than ever. You had just pulled a small heist, now it was your favourite part. The getaway.

A few more turnings through the winding streets and you would be at the switch point. There, you would meet Inej and she would disappear with the loot, while Jesper shoots the men chasing you. That was the plan at least…When you and Kaz finally skidded to a halt at your location, you both looked up at the rooftops for Inej.

“Where is she?” Kaz hissed. You looked back down the road you had come from.

“Where’s the men?” You realised they should have caught up by now. Slow footsteps began to echo, coming from a nearby turning. You whipped your head around to see the man you just stole from. He grinned menacingly before pulling out a gun. Kaz clocked it before you did but before he could even take a step towards you, the shot rang out. The scroll fell from your hand and rolled down the street, towards the shooter.

“I’ll have that back now, thank you.” He said, all too politely. Then, he simply walked away while whistling a jaunty tune.

The shock wore off, as the whistling became quieter. Then came the pain. You held your hand against your stomach, only to be met with a wet warmth. Reality truly hit you when you looked down at your hand and saw the blood. All of a sudden you could feel it trickling down from your stomach until it fell in a pool on the floor. You looked to Kaz for reassurance, only to see him white as a sheet inching towards you terror.

“You need to apply pressure.” He instructed. You complied, but each second you felt as though you were fading. Until, you dropped.

“HEY!” Kaz shouted desperately poking you with his cane. “Stay awake and keep applying pressure. Inej and Jesper will be here, they are just held up.” He hoped they would come. A situation like this is the only time Kaz feels useless.

Your eyes started to roll as your vision became blurry. You tried to keep pressing on your wound but your hands wouldn’t listen to you. As your fingers fell beside you once again, you felt a hard pressure against your stomach. You knew you were delirious when you saw Kaz kneeling at your side, keeping your blood inside your body, allowing you to close your eyes at last. Kaz himself was beginning to feel like he was dreaming too. The last time he had pushed his hair out of his face, your blood on his gloves ran up his arm beneath his sleeve. The wet sensation combined with the coldness of your body under his hands was all too familiar.

Kaz wanted nothing more than to sink his memories forever. But they kept surfacing to matter how hard he tried to focus on you. A scream ripped from his throat as he punched himself in the head, as if trying to evict the distraction of his childhood trauma. His eyes fell upon your face as he told himself this isn’t Jordie. You were still alive, at least you would be as long as he could keep himself together. He pressed more confidently against the wound at he thought of losing you, his partner in crime. He never expected to trust someone enough to call them that. He had his Crows, but never a partner. Not until you. Not since Jordie. A tear fell from his cheek onto yours as he stared down at your paling features.

He barely even noticed Inej’s arrival. It was shortly followed by Jesper’s much louder one.

“Sorry! We got held up by-“ Jesper froze when he saw the scene before him, then released a breath when he saw your chest rising.

“Shit. We need to get them back home.” Jesper jumped straight into action, less cautious to approach Kaz than Inej was. He took over Kaz’ position at your side and picked you up.

You woke up to a deep ache, causing you to groan and roll over. The movement changed the pain to a searing stab.

“FUCKING HELL!!!” You screamed.

“Good morning to you too.” Kaz’ made his presence in the room known to you. He was sat at the side of your bed smirking at you.

“I take it the men who were supposed to be chasing us are why Inej and Jesper were late?” You asked. Kaz answered you with only a nod, leaving you still concerned for your friends. Your rolled your eyes as sat up, this time sure to move slower. It did not help much, still feeling like you were being ripped open. You felt Kaz’ cane press against your chest gently.

“Lay down.” He sternly told you. You looked up at him in defiance but stopped when you saw his eyes. “Please.” His tone was more vulnerable this time, small like a whisper. You allowed his cane to push you back down, not missing the sadness in his eyes as a groan escaped you.

“I’m okay.” You sent him a comforting smile, which he returned.

“So are Inej and Jesper.”

Kaz had been in and out of your room all day in between handling business.

“I just came to say goodnight.” He said, though he seemed as though he was holding back. You decided not to pry, since you did not have the energy to get blood from a stone tonight.

“Goodnight Kaz.” You smiled. He turned to leave, looking almost disappointed. Then out of nowhere, he rushed back in and stopped when he reached your bedside. He looked deep into your eyes. The intensity woke your drowsy mind as your heart skipped a beat. “You are very special to me. Today was…” He trailed off and looked away. You thought he was about to turn around and leave again, but instead he sucked in a deep breath and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead. As his lips met your skin, he lingered for a second. This was the closest you had ever felt to him. Not because of the physical contact though. It was rare for Kaz let someone see him feel. It felt intimate. But it was over as fast as it began.

“Goodnight.” He said once more, but this time he was breathless and shaking in a mix of fear and something else that he was finally ready to name.

“I love you.” He spoke. Before you could process the interaction, he was gone.

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1 for sorrow, 2 for joy🌹

Kaz x Nikolai hurt/comfort

You voted for it, so here it is🫶

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🌹

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When the newly crowned King Nikolai of Ravka asked for the Crows to come all the way from Ketterdam to help him, Kaz wanted to deny the job. He missed Inej, since she went to sea and didn’t want to help the man who facilitated her leaving. But after seeing the price and the details of the mission….he couldn’t refuse in the end. The Crows were charged to protect King Nikolai’s new weapon plan. It was rumoured to be unlike anything seen before and everyone sought after it. Naturally, at this point Kaz was intrigued. So, that was how he and his four remaining Crows ended up here. Split up all around the Little Palace, with alarm bells ringing. Utter carnage, but what’s new?

Kaz’ heaved as he ran with a box in one hand and his cane supporting his weight in the other. His job was to get the plans out of the palace during the chaos once Wylan set off the alarm system, meeting the King and a few guards out the back for a swift handoff before His Royal Highness escapes back to the Grand Palace under the cover of night. His leg was cramping painfully, but he kept his eyes focused on the little door at the end of the corridor and his mind on the mission. His ache to see the Kings new weapon plan was stronger than his old injury. The closer he got to the door, the more motivation he found. He kept going, until he burst through the door, not forgetting to check for someone following him.

Kaz eyed the three guards, then turned to greet the King.

“Your Highness.” He smirked while holding out the box.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” The Kings smile was as golden as his crown. Before the pass-on was complete, the door flung open again.

“Protect the King!” One of the guards yelled as Kaz was smashed in the temple by a baton. Before he could recover, he was struck again in the rib. He groaned as the impact made a crack vibrate within his body. His hand went limp for a moment and the box hit the floor. Finally he could face his attacker as they picked up the box, only catching a glimpse before they ran into the dark.

“Kaz!” The King pushed past the guards, ordering them to go after the thief, and crouched at Kaz’ side. He went to touch the wound on the injured man’s head to see if it was still bleeding, but he was met with gloved slap on the hand.

“Get off.” Kaz snapped. “I’m fine.” He said while moving to get up. The King watched nervously as the man precariously used his cane to hoist himself up. He was almost upright, when the cane wobbled. Luckily Nikolai’s reflexes were fast and his arms were around Kaz’ waist in a second, lifting him up to stand, but lingering after.

Kaz breath shook as he stood all too close to The King. This man piqued his curiosity, yet in this proximity any questions evaporate with the sweat forming on his lip. All intensified by Nikolai’s eyes, tunnelled in on those very lips.

“Are you okay?” The King uttered out, eyes finally moving from Kaz’ lips, to the wound on his head.

“I can handle it.” The Crow leader stated, in a practiced manner. The blonde haired man, whose hands still ghosted his back, disagreed and reached out to touch the wound again. Kaz’ eyes closed. For a fleeting moment, he wished he could let his skin be graced by the golden King. But as fingers grazed his temple, the sweat on his face became canal water and the gentle hands became cold and dead. He sucked in a breath, to remind himself that he could, and pushed the King away.

Before either of the men could speak and relieve the tension, the door swung again. This time it revealed Jesper and Wylan, who eyed the pair suspiciously.

“Right on cue.” Kaz greeted as if nothing ever happened. “Did you get it?” He asked, confusing Nikolai.

“Of course we did, need you even ask?” Jesper feigned offence as Wylan proudly held out a box to the King. It was strikingly similar to the one Kaz just lost, causing Nikolai to chuckle and turn to Kaz. “I take it you planned this.” He asked the Crow leader.

“Everything up until the broken rib.” Kaz said. “Nina and Mattias will be bringing the thief back as we speak.” He finished.

“Impressive.” The King smirked, finding his eyes meeting Kaz’.

“Not as impressive as I’m sure those plans will be.” The Crow leader hinted and the King’s smirk became a warm grin.

“Alright, alright. I suppose while we await the thief’s return we could take a look.” Kaz almost grinned at those words.

“Come. Let’s go to my lab.” The King ushered, he and Kaz speeding off in step with each other.

Wylan and Jesper shared a knowing look before Jesper spoke.

“Do you think he meant us too or….?”

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I enjoyed this pairing a lot more than expected 🌞

Thank you to anyone who voted this in and thank you for reading it❤️

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notelcol · 1 month

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Voting is finally complete!🎉

You guys have chosen a Kaz Brekker hurt/comfort story🤌🤌

AAANNDD

A Kaz x Nikolai hurt/comfort story 😭

I cannot wait to get these out to you!! Expect them both to be posted throughout this week!

Another massive thank you to everyone who has helped me celebrate reaching 50 followers, this vote series has been so much fun!🌹🫶

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notelcol · 1 month

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Soo the results from the last vote are up………..and our winner is Kaz!!

In the next few days a hurt/comfort Kaz x you post will be out 🎉

The second place was a tie, soooo here is ANOTHER vote. Who will Kazzle Dazzle be shipped with in the second post?🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you to all participants, this has been so fun to do and I can’t wait to see what our fic will turn out like🌹

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notelcol · 1 month

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Last vote!❤️

The top two characters in these results will be shipped together, with the story trope previously voted in as a guide. While the top character will feature in an x reader story of the same trope!

Thank you to everyone who has participated 🌹

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notelcol · 1 month

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Second vote is here! ❤️

Saving the character vote for the last one to try and make a chaotic story😆

So far we have shadow and bone as our winner fandom🫶(can’t lie I was a little surprised but I should have known the grishaverse is thirsty)

Thank you for voting! Keep an eye out for the next vote. Let’s see how interesting we can make this😝🌹

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notelcol · 1 month

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Here is the first vote in the series!🌹

(To decide what the story will be)

Thank you for voting! Next vote will go up tomorrow when this one ends ❤️

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notelcol · 1 month

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Soo, I’m going to do a series of votes to create a story chosen by my followers🫶

I’ll do one to choose the fandom, one, for the character, one to decide between fluff and angst, and another for the trope! First one will go up today🌹

This idea comes because I’m really close to 50 followers and would love to show my appreciation👉👈

Thank you so much for reading and interacting with my blog🥰

Please keep an eye out for the votes ❤️

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