#and then it was kaz but i was already tired of writing this fic

[unrequitedloveletter]

Hearts In Sync- Heartrender! Kaz Brekker x gn! reader

Okay!! It’s season two release day and the concept of Kaz as a heartrender is something I’ve loved and wanted to write for for a bit. I did say I wasn’t going to post anything today because I’m fairly tired and the emotions are emotioning right now (I have cried so many times today,, it’s not even funny) but I edited both this part and the second part already but forgot to post this yesterday, so I lied a little bit lol. 

This is part one! I had to split this fic up to avoid it getting to long, but fret not, the second part will come out tomorrow!

Fic type- this is hurt/comfort kind of? I can’t quite figure out how to classify it lol

Warnings- none

Kaz Brekker was known in Ketterdam as Dirtyhands. He was known as the Bastard of the Barrel, infamous for his gloves and his cane and his scowl that never lifted into a smirk for anything. He was known to be a ruthless killer, a reputation that took very little effort to maintain. 

It was low maintenance, which Kaz liked. It was low maintenance for the fact that the moment that he stretched a hand in a single direction, the automatic assumption was that someones heart either had just exploded or was about to. 

It was good, though, that his reputation was as it had been. It made people afraid, and at the end of the day, people who were afraid still made him decent money when they visited the Crow Club and were too afraid of Kaz’s intimidating presence in any one of the rooms to bother with cheating at a game of Three Man Bramble or Makkers Wheel. 

“You don’t view it as weakness now, do you?” Jesper asked. The two of them had been sitting at a table in the bottom of the Slat, the both of them drinking bourbon. “I mean, you let yourself fall in love. A man who lets himself fall in love can’t view it as weakness. Not when he’s you, and, even despite the cane, he’s practically invincible.” 

Kaz had spent many of his days observing people in love. He noticed the strengthened beats of their hearts in comparison to those who were not, the general happiness that couples carried simply by existing in one anothers presences. 

He registered his own heart as it began to race from the moment he was able to sense your presence in any given room, the smirk that he had to fight as he heard your footsteps approaching, the one he had to fight as you placed a still warm cup of coffee in front of him and sat down, the one he almost grew tired of fighting by the time he’d slid you the steaming cup of tea he’d thought to order in the final couple minutes before you were to arrive. 

“I don’t know,” he said. It’d presented itself as both weakness and strength a plethora of different times over the years. “I do know, actually, I just can’t really explain it.” 

“Ah,” Jesper gave a nod. “You Barrel bosses and your complex emotions.” 

Kaz only registered the familiar beat of your heart as you sat down to his right. 

“Barrel bosses aren’t really all that complex if you learn how to read their expressions,” you said. 

“Bold to say that when discussing a man who’s face always looks monotonous.” 

You shot Jesper a grin as Kaz slid you the tea. “Yeah. He views emotions as weakness, I think.”

“You can read his expression no doubt,” Jesper said, and Kaz found himself smirking momentarily at his bourbon. Even if his face remained monotonous, you knew the right places to look to determine what Kaz had been feeling. You saw it in a way that nobody, not even the ever so observant likes of Inej or Wylan, ever could. 

You paused, shot Kaz a look. Worth it?” 

Kaz only shrugged.

In the seconds to follow Kaz ignored the feeling of your gaze moving across his face analytically, he registered how face your heart had begun to race, felt himself fight a smirk as he realized that his heart had been beating faster than yours. 

“He’s missed me,” you said. “And he’s wondering about the deal. The bourbon he’s been drinking has long lost the effectiveness it used to carry and is now just sour and cold, and he misses the coffee he would normally be drinking during the day. Bourbon isn’t his usual, so he’s probably either looking to get some rest earlier than he would or he just wanted a quick way to get drunk enough to sleep but the bourbon hasn’t been worthwhile enough for him to have another.” 

Kaz met your gaze, blinked surprisedly as Jespers eyes widened. He seemed to be just as shocked as Kaz had been. Someone who was able to read his expressions as easily as you had always been a bit of a surprise, and it never was something he got used to. 

“The deal went fine, by the way,” you said. “All is well and good. Got the building for a discounted price after I mentioned some infidelity on the sellers part. He’s gonna be pissed when he goes home tonight to find his wife has thrown his shit onto their front lawn, but it was worth it.” 

“Ah, so the continuation of using the dirt against our enemies continues,” Jesper said, grinning slightly. “Glad to know that we of the Dregs like our traditions. Speaking of using the dirt against our enemies, however, whens the next heist?”

“Bloody hell, don’t tell me I forgot to mention it? Fuck, I knew there was something I neglected to mention last night. Do me a favor and pass the info along to Wylan as well, will you? We leave for a heist in The Wandering Isle, on the behalf of the king and queen of Ravka, in eight days time,” Kaz said. 

“Two hundred thousand is the payoff, but Nikolai has been so generous as to send along a fully manned boat and a crew to sweeten the deal. The boat is engine powered and it’s ours once the heist is said and done. Called it a gift and let me know that, should the officials from the other countries agree, we’ll be looking at closer to half of a million. Half a million across seven people is worth it, with the adage of a boat that will make getting to Ravka, leaving it, that much easier? I couldn’t refuse.” 

“Nikolai is one of the best negotiators I’ve ever seen,” you said. “Damn him and his charms. We’re sitting at two hundred thousand currently but if he and Zoya can charm the socks off of a few leaders, we’ll be getting 71,000 and some change, when split seven ways.”

“I’m in,” Jesper said. “Wylan will be, too, I think. He misses it; the usage of bombs with criminal intent. A demo man will be needed on the job, correct?” 

“A demo man is never useless,” Kaz agreed. “Especially not in The Wandering Isle. The stuff we’re grabbing is highly guarded and the penalties for taking most of it is death by hanging, and even as such, I doubt that doing so with the permission of the king and queen of Ravka will get us pardoned. The things that we’re taking originally belonged to Ravka and the other countries with which it has temporarily allied itself, but locals don’t know that, and the government likes it kept that way. A few dozen explosions will only do us good.” 

“Rest of the crew?”

“It’s us, Inej, Nina, Matthias and Wylan. Nikolai was also so kind as to allow a healer to be dispatched from his staffing at the palaces so that any fatal injuries can be treated. Provided nobody finds our boat and kills the crew, we’re practically set.” 

Jesper grinned as he got up. “I’ll go tell Wylan the good news. Enjoy the next eight days of heist prep.”

Kaz scoffed. “I will,”

Both you and Kaz watched Jesper go, a quick and easy rhythm settling over you as you conversed. You talked until you had to pick up a shift behind the bar at the Crow Club and Kaz returned to his office to look over heist plans. 

-

Eight days later, you were standing at the ships farthest right, grin on your face and eyes brightened by the dim light of the sunset as you kept an easy hold on a cup of tea whilst the boat moved closer and closer to the Wandering Isle. 

Your forearms were draped over the boats edge, your eyes on the sunset as Kaz approached. He stood to your right, shooting you a smirk. 

“You’ve always had quite the affinity for sunsets.”

“And you have always had quite the affinity for joining me to watch them,” you said. “Not that I mind. Your presence is about the only thing that’s relaxing to me right now. I checked the forecast in the Wandering Isle. Rain for the entirety of the time we’ll be in the city, and snow the moment we’re due to leave. It feels odd to me.” 

“Rain means good luck in Ketterdam,” he’d said, and it had been true. A lot of the heists with the best payouts seemed to come about either just before, just after, or sometime during a period of rain. You should’ve been thinking of the rain to be lucky, not the opposite. 

“I know it does,” you said. “And I know you’ve thought through every possible outcome because that’s what you do, but I’m still--I just don’t trust it. I have no idea why I don’t trust it, but I feel like whatevers left that can go wrong will.” 

“If something does go wrong, we’ll fight through it together,” Kaz said. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

Kaz turned his gaze to the skyline for a moment for a moment before he looked away. “Always.” he whispered back. 

Silence draped itself over the two of you, though it was a comfortable one as it had always been. Kaz listened to the sound of his own heartbeat for a while, only to stop and listen to yours. 

He realized rather quickly that they were beating at the same rate. It made him remember a study he’d read wherein it was found that couples heartbeats and respiratory rates often synced up, and that just made him scoff, smirking at you as he watched you drink your tea.

“What?” You asked. “I don’t have something on my face, do I?” 

“No,” Kaz said. “Just admiring the view of the sunset, is all.” 

You grinned, taking in his face. “You love me too, Brekker. I can see it in your eyes, in the fact that you’re standing closer to me than normal. You’re also worried because I’m worried, and I appreciate that. Thank you for validating my concerns.” 

“Always,” Kaz said again, and the comfortable silence took the both of you over once more, contentedness wrapping itself around you both much in the manner of a blanket as it did. 

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

[sporkberries]

Inspiration for my last posttttt btw. This idea has been eating at my brain for awhile. Bb being gentle and taking care of him for once and kaz just telling him how much he hates him and whatever. But bb knows where he lives knows to put his shoes at the front of the apartment and he tucks him in on his side. Holds back his hair when he pukes. And any time kaz says something nasty he just smiles and its genuinely so earnest. (I think bb would find kaz’s whole revenge plot very endearing in general, especially as he first met and found kinship with kaz when kaz tried to crazy murder him)

Theres more but i should probably write this as a fic already also im tired and i wouldnt be suprised if this post is full of spelling or grammar errors.

#kaz probably only got drunk in the first place bc bb was at rhe damn work party #NOT A FIX IT THO #things are still terrible between them after this event #spork says stuff

[tiredstressedemotionalmess]

hi good morning i think i am still postjailed how are you :P

hiiii kaz good morning i am So Tired but also my brain is So Awake and i Cannot Sleep so i am just scrolling endlessly bc at this point by sleep schedule has already been Fucked so theres no real harm if i stay up a bit later 🙃

also i caved and am finally writing a val velocity character study type fic so :P

#asks #also tumblr whagt the fuck free my man #dude has posts to reblog. thoughts to share. you cannot silence him like this!!!

[anonniemousefics]

Dear Nonnie!

Being in my thirties, I am constantly tired, depressed, overworked and running on coffee and a strong desire to live another day because in the end of it I can finally go to sleep (to be woken a few too many times by a wee baby). Which is probably how all adults live. All that being said, my head is full of ideas, characters, scenes from the books and stupid shit like that. I am bot a writer, I actually love to paint. How do I find time and enough will to do something about that instead of just lie there on the bed at my free moments? How fanfic writers find the time to write all that awesome staff?

Please share advice and wisdom,

Your anonymous admirer, still alive.

PS. That scene in the prison cell in Fjorda between separated Inej and Kaz was hot as hell. Loved it. As all your others fics, obviously.

Dear Still Alive,

I love you! I AM you! Well, except for one key difference, which is that my baby is not so wee anymore. He’s in school now, which is a game-changer, trust me. Getting enough sleep at night just isn’t a thing I have to stress about anymore – and someday, that will be you again, too. It’s true! I know people like to tease parents and say, like, “Haha you’ll never sleep again,” but I promise they’re full of shit! You will have long, luxurious sleeps again, and when you do, I think you’ll find you have the capacity to do so much more than you are able to now.

So, first thing’s first: cut yourself some slack and give yourself some love. You should rest when you need to rest. The fact that you want to lie in bed today is not failure or poor time management. It’s very possible that you’re lying there on the bed because you NEED to lie there on the bed. You’re doing so much already!! The urge to lie down is a very real physical response to the super chaotic world we have to navigate, made all the more exhausting when you have small children, and it’s just as deserving of attention as hunger or thirst or any other physical need.

In fact, you’re not just allowed to rest, you’re encouraged to rest – that’s actually a vital part of the creative process! I have exactly zero ideas when I’m pushing myself and anxious and stressing myself out. Literally all of my ideas waltz in when I’m having a long shower, or I’m driving somewhere and I’ve got nothing better to do with my mind, or I’m trying to grab another fifteen minutes of shut-eye before the alarm goes off. None of the magic happens when I’m spread thin and I’m forcing myself to cram in 30 minutes of writing because I told myself I had to or I’ll never make it as a writer (which, believe me, I’ve tried this route and it’s nothing but pain and suffering all the way down. 0/10 stars, would not recommend).

So, here’s the switch I made for myself to help me to start to create again, and maybe you’ll find it useful, too. But be warned: it’s not a quick fix, and it’s actually taken a couple years of therapy to get here. Anyway, it’s this: I made a conscious decision to stop guilting myself and instead to trust myself. When I want to use my free time to rest, I rest. When I want to use my free time to read a bunch of fic or just scroll through Instagram reels, that’s what I do. I trust that my body’s giving me that urge for a reason, just like it does with hunger or thirst, and I try to pay attention to when it stops feeling like rest or fun. Because none of those things are inherently bad, you know? Do them. Enjoy them. We need them. Don’t guilt yourself over them – just try to notice when your brain makes the switch to “that’s enough.”

And then, after I did this for a while, something started to happen. As my nervous system got used to having its needs met – and I’m talking not just the basic ones like food and shelter, but like rest and connection and freedom from shame etc. – then I started to have more energy. I started to need less time to lie down. I started to have ideas again, and I started to want to do something with them, and not just in like a wistful “I hope to do this someday” kind of way, but in like a “This is what I’m going to do now and here’s when I will do it” kind of way. And it started little! It started so little, I cannot stress this enough! If the inspiration hits you to sketch a little scene on a napkin, that is still art!!! You are still an artist, and you practiced art in that moment, and you practiced it joyfully and authentically and you should celebrate that!!! Even, and maybe especially, if it doesn’t look exactly the way you pictured it in your mind (because chances are it never will). And then do it again!!! It’s like a muscle, and it will grow a little stronger every time you do.

And then here’s the other amazing thing that will happen, if you start practice art this way – just like how after you’ve stuck with a workout plan for awhile, you start to feel more energized after a good workout, the same thing start to happen when you’re able to create art authentically, joyfully, and without guilt. It becomes a form of self-care. And I can’t speak for all fanfic writers, but this is entirely why I do it. I work in moments to do it (a thing which is a hell of a lot easier to do now that my kid is in school), because when I do, I actually have more energy now, having gone through this growth process. A lot of the time (not all of the time, but a lot of the time) I actually feel more like myself than I would have if I’d spent time doing something else. It becomes its own reward – but before that can happen, it has to be treated like a reward, you feel me? And that means no guilt when you don’t have time or energy for it and lots of grace for yourself when you make mistakes and it doesn’t look the way you wanted it to.

So, I wish I could offer you like the perfect time management spreadsheet or like access to the secret nanny-swap service we all use (I wish), but, for better or for worse, it’s been my experience that the time and the will to do creative stuff comes with rest and a lot of self love and acceptance. And a kid that sleeps through the night. Sorry about that part. That part just comes with time.

Wishing you lots of coffee and peaceful nights.

Much love,

Nonnie

P.S. - I may or may not be working on a sequel to that one. (I am. It’s just taking awhile.)

#dear nonnie #living out my fantasy of being an underqualified advice columnist #anon asks #ask box #fanfiction stuff #art stuff #work life balance and other impossible things

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Inej Ghafa x fem! Reader - Close Enough

A/n: So.... Ya I this wasn't a request I just really inspired to write about Inej today and yes I did write this all today! Also this fic goes (not full, full on) but more with Inej's struggles with touch with her S/O because I see a whole lot for Kaz (which isn't a bad thing keep writing those fics I enjoy them)! But like zero for Inej! So I made one, I hope ya'll enjoy!

Warnings: The Menagerie, mentions of sexual assault, swearing, mentions of panic attacks and flashbacks, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: You and Inej have been dancing around each both knowing that you like each other, yet Inej struggles with her past when she's around you

(The gif is not mine and I do not own shadow and bone or it's characters!)

Her eyes slide over Y/n's body admiring her beauty and the way her y/h/c locks moved with the wind from the sea.

The ship rocked back and forth and Inej couldn't help but think about the way the L/n girl moved. Although Y/n wasn't silent or fluid with her motions, the girl was still graceful in her own not very refined way.

The way she held herself, the way she walked was all so effortless and bold, nothing like the captain of the very ship who was always so lithe and elegant. Yet Inej couldn't stop thinking or looking at the girl who never stayed silent. Yet Inej would never come close to the white tiger named Y/n, and both already knew that.

The deafening sound of the sea and storm was broken by the only person who could become louder and break an unbreakable silence; Y/n.

Inej could hear her footsteps coming closer and closer. She could hear her breathing even if it wasn't heavy, and most of all she could hear her close-mouthed giggles because if they were open-mouthed it would grab all the Saints in this world's attention.

Listening wasn't an option with Y/n you had to pay attention. Her whole aura demanded it, and Inej was starting to think even the Saints could hear her sometimes because that girl had a power over her no one had ever had she didn't even realize it.

"Hello, Captain!" Y/n sings leaping towards Inej's side eagerly.

Instantly Inej's senses are filled with the white tiger's perfume and it overwhelms her with emotions and memories of her past; her past in the Menagerie.

Intentionally the girl moves closer to Inej when she doesn't say something right away, and she can physically feel the hands ripping at her purple silks trying to place them apart like monsters to get to what was underneath. The kohl was around her eyes again, the bells on her ankles and the painted spots that really made her seem like an animal were on her shoulders.

She could smell the incense in her room, and the gold metal bars on the windows. It was metaphorically a cage but it was also a literal one. Inej wasn't herself anymore she was just a seemingly useless lynx only good for one thing; then she feels a hand creep up and up...

Snapping out of her trance she harshly backs away from L/n but she's still as silent as ever and that alone makes her want to scream out her lungs because she just wants to be heard.

She thought that maybe taking down the Slavers would help her find peace, she thought being away from the barrel and the Menagerie would help her hopefully start over. Really she thought she was over this, the flashbacks, the full-on panic attacks where she can't have anyone touch her for about an hour or more.

In reality, though, all she really wants is to be able to be loud and to be able to touch Y/n romanticly, all she wants is to not feel the dirty hands of the men every time she brushes against her lover.

Inej Ghafa wants to be free of the cage that she thought she had escaped, yet every time she thinks that she's pulled right back in. Clawing at the bars trying to flee yet again.

That was why the captain of the Wraith would not come close enough to the white tiger.

Guilt flash's in Y/n's eyes and she backs away, immediately putting even more space in between the two giving Inej some space to breathe.

"Sorry." The girl whispers backing up even further but never leaving nor taking her y/c/e orbs off of Ghafa.

Inej takes a breath in and she can no longer smell Y/n's perfume and the incense from the Menagerie, but she longs to smell Y/n's scent forever. And Inej is glad that Y/n's skin isn't against her's anymore but inside she's screaming because that's the only thing she wants to feel.

Inej rubs her hands over her eyes feeling so tired of all of this; if she could she would just kiss the tiger on the lips but because of fucking trauma she couldn't.

Another thought that is always at the back of her mind is ever so present at the moment - because what if she never gets to touch Y/n? Why could she touch basically anyone else but her?

"It's not your fault, you know that okay? I just-"

But Y/n being the loud person that she is, she cuts Inej off. "But do you know?"

She snaps her head up meeting the white tiger's eyes that seem to be blazing holes into her.

"Do you know it's not your fault Ghafa?"

Once again her breath is caught in her throat and the captain of the Wraith - the fearsome captain who tames the seas and takes down slavers is rendered speechless in eight words.

"Because even if you do, do you know I don't need you to touch me or even come into a five-meter radius of me?"

"That's not fair to you." She argues.

"I just want you to love me!" Y/n starts raising her voice and tears were in her eyes showing how serious the situation really was.

"You know I can't do that without-"

"For fucks shake Inej! I don't need any of the extra touchings or even getting close to me! I JUST WANT YOUR LOVE! I don't care how you show it! I just want to be yours!"

Y/n's eyes widen and panic impulses through her eyes and for the first time in a long time everything is silent. Even the ocean, even the storm, the wind, Y/n has stopped being loud and the world is awfully quiet like it needs to run after her noise. Her brightness.

Soundless tears drip from both of the girl's eyes as Inej takes a step forward the floorboards of the ship creaking beneath her as she comes closer. Not insanely close, but that wasn't the point.

"Okay." Inej murmurs.

"What?"

"I want to be yours too."

Suddenly Y/n smiles and the world brightens again and the noise of the universe is back and Inej is no longer creaking on the floorboards she's silent again but she's pretty sure she has someone else to teach her how to be loud.

Taking four steps forwards she could probably reach out and grab Y/n's hand if she wanted to, and it wouldn't be unexpected or anything of the sort. It would be on her terms.

Carefully and even a bit terrified Inej reach's her hand out towards Y/n's and she lets them brush together.

As soon as she feels her skin against her's she forgets how to breathe and fireworks must have gone off in her stomach because that's how she was feeling. It was like jumping from rooftop to rooftop without the smoke and grim of Ketterdam, it was like sailing the ocean without the fear of drowning.

Though she quickly pulls away knowing any longer she'll be pulled back into memories of her past again. Disappointment folds her veins and Y/n could obviously tell that it was already wearing her down.

"Little by little Captain! Remember step by step!"

Her voice then takes a more serious but soothing tone.

"Don't push yourself remember what I asked of you? Your love, not your body. We got to four steps today? Well maybe in a month to a year you'll get to five, I don't care! I'll be proud either way! But for right now this is close enough."

Inej grins up at the woman standing before her.

"You're amazing you know that right?"

Y/n simply flicks her hair. "Oh, I know!"

They both laugh and it rings throughout the earth reaching all the way to the Saints and they finally looked down from the heavens to see the two most remarkable girls laughing standing five feet apart holding love for each other that was so powerful they could see it spread.

It was a power they didn't know existed among the humans and they saw its potential to spread everywhere but it stopped at one point.

But that was close enough.

Words 1400

-thedelusionreaderbitch

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#inej ghafa x reader #inej ghafa #x reader #six of crows #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #inej the captain #inej ghafa imagine #inej x y/n #inej my beloved #inej the boss #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #nina zenik #the wraith #crooked kingdom #x y/n

[rae-arts777]

because i'm a sucker for a fake dating AU, 7 & soudam? or kuzuhina? or any DR ship your heart desires babe

Kuzuhina cause I love you Bryn

(Btw this is NOT a short fic hahaha, I ended up writing 2288 words)

He’s My Boyfriend, Yeah That’s it..

#7 Fake dating

Summary: Fuyuhiko needs a plus one

“Why?” Hajime felt like the yakuza was pulling his leg.

Did Fuyuhiko seriously ask him to hang out? More importantly, did he just ask him on a date?

“Listen bastard this isn’t exactly an ideal for me either.” The shorter male growled, “I hate attending these family functions alone.”

“Why don’t you just go with your girlfriend?” Hajime asked

“PEKO IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!!” Fuyuhiko snapped, “I mean! Fuck! One she’s like my sister, we’re just close! Two she’s busy! I’m fucking proud she has her own plans rather then hovering over me! And I’m sure as hell not going to ruin that by asking her to come with me!” he explained

“Ok but why me? Aren’t you and Kaz really close?”

“Please that pink hair bastard won’t last a minute in a room full of yauzkas”

“Uhhhh….Nagito?”

“Is that a joke?”

Hajime sighed, guessing he really was Fuyuhiko’s most reliable option, “Ok fine, I guess it gives me an excuse to get out of the house.”

“Good, come on, we're going shopping.”

“I have a suit a home” Hajime protested

“No offense but I'm a hundred percent certain your suit is not suited for a yakuza gathering. Consider this as my thank you for dragging you to my shit family function.”

Before Hajime could protest further, Fuyuhiko grabbed his wrist and dragged him out. Despite the size difference, Fuyuhiko was surprisingly strong. Hajime sighed, he knew there was no point in protesting.

Hajime felt as if he tried on the whole store at this point. Every time he saw the price tag, he felt like he wanted to die. He felt a little bad for allowing Fuyuhiko to spend this much on him for a suit for a one time use.

Stepping out of the dressing room with the last outfit on, “Are we done yet?” Hajime groaned.

Fuyuhiko looked up from his phone and froze. Hajime for sure could pass for a common yakuza. Fuyuhiko cleared his throat and walked towards him.

“It’s missing something.” Fuyuhiko grabbed a red tie and applied it to the taller male.

Hajime felt tense with how close Fuyuhiko was. He watched as the shorter male took his time adjusting the tie.

“Umm..there..” Fuyuhiko turned him around to the mirror “You look good, better then nothing I guess.”

“Why do I feel like a sugar baby?” Hajime jokes.

“Oh shut the fuck up tall bastard.” Fuyuhiko handed his card to the retailer, “He’ll be wearing this out.”

“What are you going to wear?”

“I already have something picked out at home. I'll change when we get there.”

The retailer returned Fuyuhiko’s card, “Thank you for shopping with us.”

“Yeah thanks for the help.” He nodded, “Let’s go Hajime.” the yakuza walked out.

Hajime grabbed his bag and started to follow, but was stopped by the retailer.

“I just wanted to say, you and your boyfriend are super cute together.” She smiled.

“Boyfriend?” Hajime was taken back.

Did they seriously get mistaken for boyfriends? Did they act like boyfriends? Who else thought it? Should he correct her?

Hajime stared at the retailer who had a big smile on her face.

“....Thanks, yeah my boyfriend and I appreciate your help.”

“Shop with us again soon!” she waved him bye as he left.

Trying to catch up to Fuyuhiko, he felt his mind racing. Why didn’t she correct her? Why did it not bother him? Hajime shook his head. No, it was just easier to just say yes cause they have somewhere to be, no time to explain, yeah that’s it. Better she told Hajime and not Fuyuhiko.

The two arrived at the Kuzuryu manor. Fuyuhiko led Hajime inside, there were already a few guests.

“Just stay here.” Fuyuhiko sat him at a table, “I’ll be back in a second.”

Hajime looked around, it was hard to believe these were the people Fuyuhiko hung around with daily. Awkwardly he fidgeted with his hands, he was thirsty. There was a mini bar across the room, he just needed water. It wouldn’t hurt to get up for a few seconds for water.

Hajime made his way over the minibar. The bartender glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Who are you with?”

“Oh I’m just here with Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, I just wanted water.” Hajime explained.

The bartender sided with Hajime as he got the boy a glass of water.

“What are your relations to him?” Was this an interrogation?

Hajime hesitated “I’m...here as...his plus one…”

“A date?”

“Yes...date...he’s my...boy..friend.” Hajime drugged out. Shit he did it again.

“Boyfriend? Huh. Well guess you never know huh? Enjoy your evening.” The bartender turned to help another guest.

Hajime shuddered and took his water back to the table. Why did he say boyfriend? He could have just said friend. This was different from the store, the bartender will most likely tell Fuyuhiko something. Shit.

As Hajime’s mind was racing, he was pulled out from a tap on the shoulder.

“Hey.” Natsumi sat next to him.

“Oh, hey Natsumi '' Hajime sighed in relief, at least there was one more person there he knew.

“Did my dipshit brother drag you to this?” She asked.

“Well he needed a plus one, and I needed an excuse to get out of the house. So I sort of agreed to this.”

“I see, speaking of that asshole, where is he?”

“He said he needed to change real quick. I think he should be back soon.”

“Bastard! Leaving you here all alone! Sorry my brother dragged you on a sucky date. Come on, you’re coming with me.”

Before Hajime could protest, Natsumi was already dragging him away. How is it that he's been dragged by both Kuzuryu today?

Fuyuhiko returned to the table, dressed in a more fancy suit for the occasion. Real quick he noticed Hajime was gone.

“That fucking bastard!”

Fuyuhiko started to walk around looking for him. Deep down he was worried, he shouldn’t have left Hajime alone in a room full of people like this. God knows who he’s with. Scanning the room, Fuyuhiko’s eyes finally landed on Hajime, but his blood boiled.

Hajime is wrapped up in a group of Natsumi’s friends. A guy resting his hand on Hajime’s shoulder. It was clear the male was trying to flirt with Hajime.

Fuyuhiko stormed up to them, “Hey.” Just as the guy turned around, Fuyuhiko struck him in the jaw.

“Jesus Christ bro!” Natsumi yelled “Seriously?! Why are you attacking my friends?!”

“Well tell your fucking “friend” to keep his hands to himself!!” Fuyuhiko snapped.

Hajime flinched, shit he felt like this was a little bit of his fault.

“Why do you care so much?! Hajime is just trying to enjoy himself!”

“I care because-” wait, why did Fuyuhiko care so much? “Because…..” he grabbed Hajime’s arm and pulled him towards him “isn’t it obvious? I brought him as my date! Cause! We’re dating! Yeah! That’s it!” Fuyuhiko proclaimed, the heat rising on his cheeks.

Hajime felt his whole face turn red, did he hear him right? Natsumi looked between the two, studying both their faces.

“Oh. My bad bro I didn’t know!” She smirked at Hajime, “I’m surprised you didn’t mention you’re dating my brother.”

“Oh well...it’s..” hajime looked at Fuyuhiko “We just recently started dating!”

“Yeah!” Fuyuhiko chimed in, “We..started dating...this past week!”

“Yeah..uhhh, Fuyuhiko asked me out.” Hajime smirked a bit “I seriously never seen him so flushed, he was all so shy and nervous. Had a letter and everything. It was just so cute.”

“HUH?!” Fuyuhiko glared at him “I think you’re remembering things wrong! Yeah I asked you out but YOU were the one who was all shy! You guys should have seen him! The bastard was practically sobbing because he was so flustered.”

Natsumi smirked watching the two, “Please tell us more!”

“Yeah please do!” another person chimed in

“Where did he confess?”

“How long have you liked him?”

“Have you two gone on any dates yet?”

“So is he like your eye candy?”

“Wait, the boss likes men?”

Hajime and Fuyuhiko were bombarded with questions. The two looked at each other, well there was no turning back now.

The supposed yuzuka gathering turned into a hearing of Hajime and Fuyuhiko's love story, everyone was invested. The two tried to bounce off of each other’s stories, but also both tried to embarrass the other in some way.

“If I remembered correctly, you were the one staring at me in the locker rooms.” Hajime smirked

“Like hell I was! You’re one to talk! You’re not slick, you were practically drooling over me in there. Now that I think about it, you did tell Nagito that you liked me.” Fuyuhiko chuckled.

“Oh...well I do guess saying I like chihuahuas is the same thing.”

“THE FUCK YOU SAY?!”

The room busted out in laughter.

“Awww you two are just two cute.” Natsumi smiled, “I didn’t know bro was such a romantic!”

“Shut the fuck up you bitch.” Fuyuhiko growled.

Natsumi just smiled, “I have to say it was such an interesting story, but I think we’re all tired of hearing about your love life.”

Thank god, both of them sighed in relief.

“We want to see! So give us a kiss!”

“WHAT?!” Both of them yelled at her.

“Yeah, kiss him!”

“Kiss!”

“Come on!”

The whole room was chanting for them to kiss.

“I mean it’s natural for you two. YOU DID SAY your first kiss was in your classroom late at the end of a school day.” Natsumi snickered, “So is a simple kiss a problem?”

The two males looked at each other, feeling their cheeks turn red.

“Ok…” Hajime said

“No problem, no problem at all....” Fuyuhiko mumbled.

The two awkwardly faced each other. They fumbled with their hands not knowing where to place them. Fuyuhiko grumbled and rested his hand on Hajime’s waist. Awkwardly, Hajime draped his arms over Fuyuhiko’s shoulders. Hajime looked down at him, he never saw Fuyuhiko so nervous.

“Everyone is staring…” Hajime whispered.

“yeah...I know...can’t really turn back now..” Fuyhukio tried to avoid eye contact.

Hajime slowly leaded down, he felt Fuyuhiko’s grip tighten a bit around his waist. Testing the waters, Hajime brushed his lips against the yakuza, giving him one last chance to back out. Even though their lips were barely apart, the shorter one mumbled something the taller one could not pick up. Hajime was taken back when Fuyuhiko actually closed the gap.

Their lips felt awkward at first, smooshed against each other, but they worked with it. Hajime felt himself lean in deeper, as Fuyuhiko brought a hand up to cup Hajime’s cheek, trying to pull the taller male closer against him. The two almost forgot they were in a room filled with people watching him. Almost.

They quickly broke the kiss when they heard a flash of a camera. Fuyuhiko head shot around to see Natsumi holding her phone up with a shit eating grin.

“DELETE THAT!!!” Fuyuhiko screamed

“No thank you!” Natsumi ran off laughing.

Before he chased her, Fuyuhiko turned his attention to the crowd “WHAT?! You got what you wanted! Now fuck off!” He then ran off screaming at Natsumi to delete the picture.

The rest of the night is uneventful. Some people came up to congratulate Hajime and Fuyuhiko on their couple status.

Hajime could not stop thinking about the kiss though. He looked over at Fuyuhiko who was chatting with someone. It didn’t seem like the kiss was getting to him as much as it was to Hajime.

Hajime felt his heart tug a bit. He guessed the kiss did not mean much to Fuyuhiko. I mean why would it? They weren’t even dating. But also, what now? Were they going to stage some big breakup or something?

As the party ended, Fuyuhiko walked Hajime out to the car he had arranged to take Hajime home.

“So….that was something..” Fuyuhiko said.

“Yeah...sure it was..” Hajime looked down at his feet.

“Sorry..for forcing you into that silly narrivate.”

“Oh it’s nothing..I mean it was kind of fun...well I mean..I played along so yeah..” Hajime nervously chuckled.

“yeah ...yeah…”

“You know...funny enough, earlier that retail lady said you and I were cute..heh she thought we were boyfriends, and ummm, I didn’t correct her..” he explained.

“Is that so…?” Fuyuhiko said.

“Yeah...so haha. Anyways I guess we can stage a breakup or something like that.”

“Yeah we can..or we can do something else rather than lie again..”

Hajime looked up to meet Fuyuhiko’s gaze, the shorter male had taken a few steps closer.

“We can make those previous lies true..I mean like...the story about our first date. I honestly..umm fuck...I mean if the park and dinner is an good ideal for you as a..first date..” Fuyuhiko's gaze focused on Hajime’s tie.

Hajime felt his heart race, did Fuyuhiko just ask him on a date?

“I…” Hajime grabbed Fuyuhiko’s hand, the shorter male looking up to meet his gaze, “I would really enjoy that..”

Fuyuhiko blushed and nodded. He let go of Hajime’s hand and opened the car door for him.

“Text me when you get home.”

“Yeah I will.” Hajime got into the car.

“hajime ..”

“yeah ?”

Fuyuhiko grabbed his hand again, and kissed his palm “despite what happened, I..really enjoyed tonight.”

“Yeah me too,” Hajime smiled.

The two waved goodbye and Fuyuhiko closed the car door. He waited on the side of the crib until the car was out of sight. Fuyuhiko rubbed his face, mumbling, feeling his face become flushed again.

“Fuck.”

#danganronpa fanfiction #kuzuhina #Hajime X Fuyuhiko #Hinata x Kuzuryu #was suppose to be a short fic but I got carried away #Danganronpa AU #non despair au #this for you Bryn #I luv you 😙

[ineffablebooklover]

Oh goodness, I'm terrible at writing prompts, hmm......

Are you familiar with D&D/Pathfinder/tabletop RPG's in general? I'd love to see The Crows rolling up characters and playing a one-shot. I can't decide if I'd rather Kaz or Jesper be the GM. Both sound horribly great. 😆

Otherwise, in a very un-original but beloved AU, I'd love to see HP Drarry and Romione + SoC Kanej, Wesper, and Helnik in some kind of Coffee Shop setting (I owned my own shop for the better part of a decade, so I love those).

And Matthias always being alive, please, if you do either of these. ;)

And I don't care about fic length; whatever you feel inspired to do!

💜

The Crow Cafe Coffee Shop AU~ with the Crows, Ronmione, and Drarry

authors note: I got a bit carried away with the idea, and I added some plot. There’s going to be multiple parts to this (yay!) so I guess keep in tune!

Part 1. Kaz’s Crow Cafe

There is a cafe, down some streets in Downtown Ketterdam’s Stave, run by a boy and his friends. There, you can find stories, romance, and most importantly, a decent cup of coffee.

“Not for my coffee, you podge,” Kaz scoffed, slapping away Jesper’s offer of sugar with a glove-clad hand. “I’m just saying sugar prices are getting higher. We need to compensate for this fact.”

Kaz waited for questions, looking around the table. No one said anything. Kaz looked directly at Jesper, who sighed, taking back the sugar and dumping it in his own coffee.

“And how do you want us to do that?”

It was a chilly Saturday morning in early-September, and Kaz was giving his Saturday morning pre-opening briefing.

“Kaz, people come here for the low coffee prices. We can’t hike the prices really high,” Inej added. Jesper nodded, grabbing another packet of sugar.

Kaz sighed. “I know. I’m working on it. Just thought I’d let you two know.”

“Don't mind if I do,” Jesper cut in, pouring the sugar in his overly-caffeinated drink, “but shouldn’t good old Mr. Haskell be thinking about this instead of us?”

Kaz sipped his coffee, shrugging. “‘Old Mr. Haskell’, as you say Jesper, is old and inert.” Kaz sent a glance Inej’s way. “He won’t be doing much about it.”

Jesper just chugged his coffee, bouncing up and ready to start the day.

“Jesper, was it wise to take in that much sugar and caffeine?” Inej inquired as Jesper bounced around the shop.

“Probably, not,” Jesper grinned, flipping the sign to ‘Open’ as a few early-risers started to form a line in front of the Cafe.

A girl with tied back light brown hair entered the cafe first, a stack of textbooks and notebooks in her arms. She ordered a coffee and a pastry, and started working at a table.

She was followed by a tall, burly, blond male who Kaz was sure he’d seen before. Trailing him was Nina, a girl Kaz knew from previous jobs he had done with her to help keep up the profits. Next to the composed blond dude, Nina looked dead tired.

“Why do we even have to get up this early?” Nina whined.

“I have to do things later today and Sunday, this is a good time to work on the project,” the blond replied.

Nina groaned. “Good for you. I was going to get my beauty sleep.”

“Well you get to have a beautiful coffee instead,” Jesper said cheerfully. “Good morning, Nina! What will it be for you and your…” Jesper looked the blonde up and down. “...this hunk of a man, here?”

Nina smirked tiredly. “Yeah, that’s my hunk of a man to you,” she pointed a lazy finger at Jesper.

The blond huffed. “So impudent and improper. My name is Matthias. I will have a black coffee.”

Jesper typed it into his screen quickly. “And no cream, no sugar, nothing sweet?”

Matthias shook his head.

“Anyways, I’ll have a mocha, like 10 shots of coffee and lots of creamer,” Nina cut in.

Jespers slender fingers flew across the board. “Okay so that’s one coffee as bitter as Kaz’s soul, and a mocha with 4 shots of espresso and half of it basically milk. Is that all for today?”

Nina scanned the pastry rack and ordered two chocolate chip muffins. The two sat down, getting stuff out for a project.

Meanwhile, Inej bounced around in her athletic wear, preparing coffees. She finished one for the girl named Hermione, grabbed the apple strudel she wanted, and headed over.

“Hermione?”

Hermione turned, and greeted Inej with a smile. “Thank you. I’ll take those.”

Inej noticed the bigger table Hermione had chosen, and tilted her head. “Are you waiting for someone?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, my friends. They’re supposed to be here in about an hour, I’m just catching up on studying before they come. Is that alright with…” Hermione stared into the distance, where Kaz stood ominously staring at Inej.

“Oh he… he’s alright.,” Inej lifted a hand to wave at Kaz, who noticed and looked away. “That’s Kaz for you,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Pardon?” Hermione asked.

Inej just laughed nervously, brushing it off. “Enjoy your breakfast!” Inej went back to making coffee behind the counter watching Jesper chat up customers left and right. Inej was glad for his enthusiasm so early in the morning, she never liked taking Saturday morning shifts at 6AM, especially if they had meetings at 5:45.

“How’s it going Jesper?” Inej asked while preparing another cup. Jesper nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Holy- oh Inej. Oh Inej don’t sneak up on me like that. Besides that, I’m doing fine!”

Inej nodded and disappeared behind towers of cups and spouts of coffee. She prepared Nina’s things and brought it over. The two seemed to be arguing.

“I’m just saying- ooh, food!” Nina gasped, sitting up straight for the first time that morning. Inej smiled, placing the coffee and muffins down on the table. Matthias just watched her, arms crossed.

“Enjoy the food,” Inej smiled, then went back to the counter.

Kaz watched her silently from the side, then, noticing the line, straightened his gloves and walked over to help make coffee. They went through orders silently, Inej doing all of the walking, but they enjoyed each other's company. Inej and Kaz would work on an order or two, Kaz would place his finished ones on a counter for Inej to take. While Inej was gone, Kaz would get started on the next thing, and so on.

Eventually, Kaz went into the back and disappeared for a while, leaving Inej with the coffee work.

By this time, Hermione’s friends had come, and their study group looked like they were having a great time, though only ⅓ of them seemed to actually be doing any studying.

By 8, Inej and Jesper switched spots. Inej found that Jesper still loved people-watching, even behind the counter. Or... was he looking for someone?

Her suspicions were correct when a boy walked in, with ruddy, orange-brown curls. Jesper leaned into her, pointing him out. “I think he’s starting to be a consistent customer. At least on weekends. Have you seen him around school?”

Inej had in fact seen him around school. His name was Wylan and he was in Kaz’s math class, and in her Art and Gym class. During lunch, he was usually just drawing something or doing math homework by himself.

Inej nodded, then went back to a customer, leaving Jesper to speculate by himself.

When the boy with golden-brown curls stepped up, she asked what he wanted.

He looked up at the board for less than a second, then back to Inej. “I’ll have an iced coffee. With the cream.” Inej nodded and punched it into the computer.

“Your name?” She asked.

“Wylan,” Wylan smiled. Inej pretended to punch it in as if she hadn’t already.

“And… if you want, the Crow Cafe is thinking of starting a sort of rewards club for regular members. There’s more info up on the board, but all we need is your number,” Inej added effortlessly.

Wylan looked up at the board and back to Inej. “Uh… sure,” he said tentatively. He gave her his number and she pretended to type it in, instead writing it down on a piece of paper after he left the counter. She then looked up at the board to confirm her suspicions. There was nothing about a rewards club. So he can’t read, and yet he still pretends…

She tucked that information away, smirking as she slid the paper into Jesper’s back pocket.

Everything was going pretty smoothly (besides Nina and Matthias’ constant bickering) until the door opened and in walked the most pretentiously blond man Inej and seen, with an even blonder son.

_end of part 1_ thanks for reading, and for the commission!

next commission: Sleeping Beauty AU :)

#ibl writing commissions #six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #jesper fahey #wylan van sunshine #wylan van eck #wesper #coffee shop au #hermione granger #Ron Weasley #draco malfoy #harry potter #ronmione #drarry #writing commissions #kaz brekker runs this coffee shop so no hate here or else

[unrequitedloveletter]

Hi! Could I request Jesper X reader with prompt + I’m fine.” “No, you aren’t.”

Fine- J.F x gn! reader

Thank you so much for sending this in! I love a good Jesper request because he's so fun to write for, and I hope that this fic is one you enjoy.

fic type- hurt/comfort with a fluffy-ish ending

Warnings- the premise of this fic is that the reader feels off and there's talk of putting on an act to keep the other crows from worrying. Otherwise, there's a mention of alcohol consumption--refered to as drinking rather than a specific kind of alcohol--and this is unedited, we die like joost and his problems.

You’d been feeling off as of late. It was as simple as that. There was no underlying reason, no problem you had that needed solving but remained unsolved even still. 

You’d been sleeping fine, you weren’t more tired than was normal. There had been no fighting between you and anyone else in the crows or in the Dregs for a sense of generality. You’d just felt off, it was as simple as that.

After a point, you realized it was a combination of just feeling off and needing to get out of Ketterdam, to head into the countryside or take to the sea. You’d spent plenty of time travelling before you found yourself in Ketterdam, and you frequently missed it, but you’d missed it more in those weeks. 

You moved through the motions, though. You helped Kaz on heists, laughed with Jesper and Nina and thanked Wylan every time you’d meet with the other crows for breakfast and find that he’d already ordered you a tea. You listened to Inej and her tales of the saints, looked at the illustrations in the Istorii Sankt’ya she owned and pondered the truth in their tales yourself. You sparred with Matthias, took the punches he delivered and delivered a few of your own in turn. 

At night, you drank, you laughed, you grew flustered at Jespers flirtations and felt sheer love and contentment whenever he would wrap an arm around your shoulder and press a kiss to your cheek or a quick, easy peck to your lips.

You thought you’d done a good job of hiding it, of hiding the fact that you weren’t feeling as good as you normally were, but Jesper was the love of your life, and he saw right through you. 

“Are you all right, love?” Jesper had asked you one morning. You were the first of the seven of you to arrive at the Kooperom, and you’d grabbed the table by the windows. Jesper was sitting to your right, one arm draped around your waist while the other rested against the table, fingertips drumming idly against the wood. 

“I’m fine.” 

“No, you aren’t,” Jesper said, and damn it, he was right. Jesper had always been able to see right through you, to know when you were putting on an act to keep everyone else from worrying. You’d been dating for two years, but had been friends longer, and it seemed that the ability to tell when you were putting on an act was just innate, something he’d been able to do as long as he’d known you. Sometimes, it was something you resented. “You’re not fine, love. What’s wrong?” 

“Just a bit off,” you shrugged. “Dunno. I’ll be fine in a few weeks, I think. I've also been missing travelling lately. I need to get out of the city."

“We’ve got no heists for the next bit,” Jesper said. “I was going to book time off as it was so that I could pay Da a visit. You’re officially coming along. We’ll go when Inej leaves Ketterdam in three days. She’s been waiting on word of a crew of slavers that were rumored to be around Cofton, and I've talked about it with her before. She wouldn't mind if we hitched a ride on her boat, she mentioned that she'd appreciate the company.” 

“Your father wouldn’t--”

“Oh, please,” Jesper said, laughing. “He’s loved you since you met during the whole thing with the sugar silos. You’ve got the Colm Fahey stamp of approval, so don’t worry about it.” 

You grinned, rested your head against Jespers shoulder as he moved the hand that idly tapped against the table to yours, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb against yours instead. 

Inej and Kaz joined you, Wylan, Nina, and Matthias following not long after, and you felt contentment settling in as a conversation picked up and you gave Jespers hand a squeeze. 

You still felt off, you still craved to step off Ketterdam soil, but you had Jesper. You had the crows, people in your life who mattered, who reminded you that it would be okay in the end. 

#jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone

[diamondcamefromhell]

Cane

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

A/N: play “guess whos back” on me because ayee, i am back, this time not with jaskier fic [sorry bby] but with... kaz brekker? whaa? so i am super late to the fandom but i read six of crows a couple of weeks ago and wanted to write an imagine with kaz x reader so.... vuioula?

oh and also HAVENT read crooked kingdom yet so no spoilers plz <333

Summary: y/n is part of the dregs, on good terms with kaz but when kaz gets a bit hurt things take a turn 

Warnings: swearing and leg injury [not grpahic at all]

word count:

FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUT I MIGHT TAKE AWHILE TO GET TO THEM [open for all witcher and six of crows characters btw]

Kaz slipped on his gloves looking at me like I was a disgrace, but I began to wonder if that was is resting face. He seemed to look like that at nearly everyone. I flashed him my teeth in return.

“No need to glare, pretty boy.” He clicked his tongue at my nickname, which I knew for a fact he hated. Or pretended to hate.

“Get off my fucking wardrobe, Y/N.” I lift by brows in question, laying back down, or trying to do so as much as I could in the small space.

“I like it here.” I shoot a glance at Kaz, who just rolls his eyes, but I see a small curl forming on his lips. “I may be no Inej, but I like small spaces.”

“I know.” Kaz says almost softly, before he picks up his cane and pokes me in the legs. “But terrorize someone else, please.”

“Oh did our great Kaz Brekker just said please?” I tease, but however jump off his wardrobe. Kaz towers over me slightly, looking down now, leaning on his cane.

“Next time I will beat you with my cane.” I narrow my eyes, grinning.

“Ooh, scary.” I pat him on the shoulder, moving away before he actually beats me with his cane. His expression grows cold at the touch, but I ignore it. “Where are we headed?”

“I am going to see some friends.” Kaz says through his teeth, making it pretty clear I am not welcome.

“You don’t have friends, but alright, pretty boy.” I wink, heading for the door, but I stop for a moment before leaving. I shoot a glance at him and he raises his eyebrows. “Be careful, please.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.” He says nonchalantly.

“You know I always will.” I whisper, leaving the room and slamming the door.

I decide to make my way to Jasper, jumping down the stairs to catch him gambling at the table. I glance at the group, already guessing he will lose. He sees me approaching and flashes me a smile. I wink in turn, looking around the room for more familiar faces.

I wish Nina were here. We got along great, even if she was relentless and insisted I have a crush on Kaz.

She may be right. But it wasn’t about that. It was about respect. Gratitude. It was about family.

Kaz makes his way downstairs, limping more than usual. Inej appears from nowhere and they exchange a few whispers before he leaves and the Suli girl looks at me.

“He’ll be fine, you know.” She says, approaching me. I believe her, but still feel uneasy.

“Do you think he would kill me if I followed him?” Inej laughs because the answer is blaringly obvious. I flush red.

“He would one thousand percent catch you. And be angry.” Inej takes my hand in hers. “And he will be fine. You don’t have to worry. It’s Kaz.”

“Bastard of the Barrel.” I mutter, pulling away. Inej’s face shadows but she forces a smile. I don’t respond. “I’m going to sleep.”

“It’s early.” I glance at Inej, already walking away.

“I’m tired.” I respond, stepping two steps at a time, rushing into a room they got let me stay in, falling face down on my bed.

Moments later I roll down off it, in the small tight space between the bed and the wall. Tight places make me feel safe. Not exposed. Hidden.

I had to hide too much as a child. It’s now forever in me.

You only wont get hurt if they don’t find you. If they don’t see you. If you make yourself so small, you disappear.

I slip into sleep, not sure for how long, until my door flies open. I instinctively lower myself underneath my bed, until I recognize that the voice.

“Y/N!” Jasper. I roll from under the bed, meeting his gaze as he gets startled. Our eyes lock and he opens his mouth to speak. “It’s Kaz…”

I don’t wait for him to finish. I am on my feet, practically flying out of my room, my heart a few steps behind, lungs on fire, I go to his room, but he is not there. I slam the door behind me, sending myself flying down the stairs.

I lose my footing, falling ungracefully on my knees. My ankle seemingly catches fire but I don’t care, jumping on my feet, looking around, white noise ringing in my ears.

Kaz. Where is he?

I see Inej rush from the furthest corner of the room. Our eyes meet.

“Here.” She points, but as I try to rush past her into the other room, she catches me. “You need to calm down first.”

“Let me go.” I practically growl, but she holds me. I feel Jasper approach too.

“Breathe, for fucks sake.” Jasper says, shaking my shoulders from behind, and I let out a breathe that I didn’t even realize I was holding in.

“Kaz is fine.” Inej says, forcing me to look at her. “Just his leg got busted a little bit more. He will be fine. Nina is on her way.”

“Let me in.” I hiss, freeing myself from her grip, but she stands in front of the door.

“He said-“ I slam my hand next to her face. She doesn’t flinch and doesn’t move. We lock eyes.

“I don’t care.” I know she understands. I know she knows why I have to see him. She moves out of the way.

“Knock yourself out.” She says coldly. I give her a nod, before I twist the handle, pushing the door.

The room is lit up and I see Kaz in a chair, his leg lifted on another one. He has his eyes closed, holding his cane over his midriff. He doesn’t look at me when I close the door.

“I thought I made it clear I don’t want you hear.” Ouch. I cross my arms, glaring at him, even if he cant see.

“I thought you said you will be fine.” I respond and he looks at me, cold faced.

“I am fine.” I shake my head, approaching him. I sit on the ground, pulling knees to my chest. A comfortable distance away, so he doesn’t kick me if I piss him off.

“That scared the shit out of me.” I whisper, closing my eyes. “When Jasper came in my room and just said your name and when Inej stopped me. I thought you died.”

“Why should it matter if I died? It doesn’t change your debt. Your life.” I snicker at his words.

“Yeah. My life would totally be the same if you died, Kaz.” I hate that I cant hide the shaking. I hate that he probably sees me as a weak woman. As a weak person. Someone childish and immature. But I cant stop acting like that. Even now, when he is hurt.

“People would still take care of you.” I glance up at him just as he looks down to me. “If that’s what you worried about. The Dregs have your back.”

“There are no Dregs without you.” I say, but he scoffs.

“Whatever.” I sigh, standing up. My ankle kills me suddenly, and I grab his chair to steady myself. “Are you alright?”

“Whatever.” I say, looking at him. “Why should it matter if I am hurt? Your life is the same.”

“Not if you don’t pay your debt.” He says and I am taken back. I stare at him, stone faced, sitting there without a care of the world. Only kruge. All he needs is kruge.

“Fuck you, Kaz.” I breathe out, stepping back, limping.

“You too, Y/N.” Doors behind my back open and I can only assume it’s Nina.

I don’t say a word. I turn around, not even saying hi, I leave the room. I limp past Inej and Jasper. They don’t try to stop me. I limp out of the building into the dark streets of Ketterdam.

I breathe in the air, not sure where to go. I needed to air out my emotions. To be away from everyone.

I wanted to be alone. To hide. Make myself feel small. Invisible.

Seemed that is what I will always be. Only seen for what people need of me, not who I am.

But then again, who am I?

I go to the Fifth Harbour. I know its not safe. I know its dumb. But I don’t care.

Luckily, I get there without any trouble. I go behind some crates and fishing nets stacked against one of the buildings. I squeeze myself in, make myself invisible between two crates. I throw the net over the top.

Sky looks like its made from puzzle pieces now. Nothing is connected. All scattered, all a mess.

I close my eyes.

“Im such a fucking child.” I say to myself, quietly. “I cant handle rejection like an adult.”

I lean back breathing in the salty air. I can barely move. It makes me feel safe. I focus on that. How I am squeezed in. How I feel.

How it proves I am alive. I am real. I matter.

I don’t realize how I fall asleep, softly crying, but when I wake, the sun is already high in the sky. My entire body is stiff from being squeezed in one position all night. Everything hurts and I can barely open my eyes.

I try to stand, but the pain in the ankle stabs me and send me back to the ground, with the net tangling around me. A wave of panic rushes over me as I try to get it off, only making matters worse.

I stop and breathe, trying to calm down, until I hear someone knocking on a crate nearby. Something towers over me, blocking the sun.

I open my eyes to see Kaz looking down to me. A smallest hint of relief runs past his face for a moment, but then he is back to being cold.

“Need a hand?” He asks, tapping the cane on the crate again. I glare at him, tears burning my eyes. I shake my head. “Alright.”

He moves away, the sun blinding me again. I don’t hear him walk away, so I know he is still standing there. Probably mocking me. Great.

I get the net off myself this time. Lift myself despite my body screaming at me. Just a moment later I am standing in front of him and our eyes meet again.

I limp past him, he silently walks behind.

“Told you I am fine.” He speaks, and I hear him double tap his cane. “As good as I was before.”

“Good.” I say, not slowing down. “Glad to hear that.”

“Nina is back at Crow Club to help you.” Kaz says again and this time I glance back. He isn’t looking at me, but more at the people passing us.

“Okay.” I slow down as my ankle is killing me now, limping even more. I don’t want Kaz to see me like this. Everything hurt. “I know the way.”

“Just keeping you safe.” He says calmly, and I know he expected me to protest.

“I don’t need you to keep me safe.” I say quietly and the man just sighs.

I stop for a moment, next to some other crates, leaning against them. Kaz catches up to me, blocking the sun again. I look at him.

“Am I really just walking kruge for you?” I ask, breathing heavily. “Not a walking, breathing and feeling human being?”

“You are barely walking.” He says, glancing at my ankle.

“Don’t ignore my question.” I say harshly.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” We glare at each other, and I push myself up and walk again, though visibly way more slowly than before. This time Kaz stays by my side.

“At least I wont bother you anymore. I wont be able to climb that fucking wardrobe anytime soon.”

“Nina will patch you up and you will be there in no time, Y/N.” Kaz doesn’t sound fazed yet again, as if he thought all of this out already.

“I’m clearly not welcome.” I whisper, looking ahead. Tears prick my eyes but I will break another ankle before I let Kaz see me cry over him. “And I need to work harder to pay my debt off.”

“Not being welcome never stopped you before.” I glare at him.

“Thanks.”

We walk in silence. Or move at a snails speed. I try to fasten myself, but it seems like I will eat dirt before that happens. Kaz doesn’t seem fazed.

He also doesn’t seem to be limping as much.

We make it away from the docks, and he stops, and I follow suit. I sit down on the ground, breathing heavily. He stares seemingly into the abyss.

“Why do you care about me?” He asks and I scoff.

“Not here to boost your ego, pretty boy.” I say, rolling my eyes.

“It’s not about that.” He responds with sadness in his voice.

“Because you are the first person who cared about me. Even if it was out of kruge. You are the first person who made me feel not small.” I say in one breath as he looks at me, his expression unreadable. “I want you to do that for yourself too. You wont allow anyone else to help you, I want you to help yourself. I want to be here when that happens. I want to make sure you are here to see that happen.”

“Thank you.” He says so quietly I almost don’t catch that.

I smile to the ground until his gloved hand reaches out to me. I take it, standing up. Then the unexpected happens.

Kaz gives me his cane. I stare at it as if it’s a bomb.

“You need it.” I say, but Kaz shakes his head.

“You need it more, Y/N.” When I don’t move, he shoves it in my hand anyway. “I insist.”

I use his cane, wondering if this is the closest I will ever get to him. His cane feels like an extension of him. And he lend it to me.

We make the rest of the way without stopping or talking, once we enter the building a few pairs of eyes shoot to the cane in my hands and to the empty handed Kaz next to me.

Everyone is smarter than to say something, though.

Nina rushes to me, getting me to sit. Then she proceeds to scold me for walking on my hurt ankle. I sit there, apologising and nodding and thanking her as everyone watches us.

I glance at Kaz who is grinning at the sight.

He leaves though, going back to his room. Nina finishes and only then I realize I am still clutching his cane. I excuse myself from her and go up the stairs while grisha stares at me.

My ankle is way better but I’m still limping and she told me to rest.

I don’t bother knocking, I just limp in and he lifts his head from the table, looking at me.

“Your cane.” I say, putting it on the table.

“Oh right.” He says, looking at it. “How’s your leg?”

“Better now. Thank you.” I say, smiling. “And sorry for being a child.”

“I am glad you are like that. Means you are more than just kruge.” I flush. “You are a person.”

“Does that mean when I get better I can climb your wardrobe?” He rolls his eyes, though smiling.

“Fuck off.” I laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows #kaz brekker angst #heart emoji times ten #kaz brekker is daddy #i love him #the dregs #six crows #criminals #i love them all #i am so gay fr the girls

[amourology]

🥺 okay so you are so amazing and one of my favorite people (and blogs) on here, so the fact that I can make your day and stuff makes me so happy. You are so nice and are really cool so I’m glad I can brighten your day a little.

My favorite flower is a sunflower, but I also like yellow wildflowers (yellow is my favorite color). I do enjoy the smell of lilacs though. I’m not entirely sure if there is a deeper reason to me liking these flowers, but I find them pretty. I know with lilacs it’s because they remind me of my mom because she always loved the smell of them and would take some from our neighbors tree (with permission) every year.

Also daisies are so pretty and that’s so cool that you have just a field of them. I really want to get some plants and flowers but I also know I’m not the best at taking care of plants, so I’m not entirely sure if I actually should lol.

I had a thought after rereading Belladonna the other day (but forgot to put it in my last ask). So I know we talked about how Reader is in danger with other gangs (especially the Razorgulls) because she stated that as long as she is alive, Kaz will be as well. I did notice though in that part of the story she also made a comment about being the best healer in Ketterdam, and the way she says it makes it seem like it’s not a self given title, but more so what she is known as. So my thought was would that put her in more danger? We know that the Kerch indenture laws can affect anyone, but also target Grisha. So is the reader in danger of not just gangs coming after her but also slavers, merchants and the likes? I feel like people would want to take any opportunity to control/own someone with healing capabilities that are so powerful. Especially now that she not only healed Kaz of the belladonna poison (with Jesper’s help of course) but also brought him back after dying. And while I believe Nina states something about Grisha attempting to join gangs for protection from slavers and indentures, but I also feel like with someone so powerful others wouldn’t care if there is a “claim” to her already. I mean we’ve seen how stupid people are to challenge Kaz, but there are many who continue to do so throughout the series.

Idk it was a thought. If this is something you already planned on addressing in future fics and don’t want to talk about it, feel free to ignore this part. But if you want to write or just discuss this concept I’m 100% down lol. Also sorry if any of that got confusing or didn’t make sense.

I hope you have a good rest of your day! Make sure to stay hydrated and try to take some time to relax if possible! 😊

-🗝

awee i’m so honoured to be one of your favourite people/blogs, it means so much to me <33

as for y/n being in danger! i always imagined the knowledge of her being a top notch healer (lmao) circulating around the gangs only. so like all gangs in the city know of her, and her abilities, but, also, her partnership with kaz

i don’t want to say too much as i’m planning on having y/n and kaz talk about that in part 2 of belladonna so you’ll have to keep an eye out for that 😙

i hope you have a good day as well! i’m going asleep soon tho but my day’s been alright :) also sorry for the wacky response lmao i’m so tired it’s around 22:30 here rn

make sure to drink & eat enough today, and take care of yourself 🗝 <3

#🗝 anon #wacky is my new fave word atm #so i’m going to use it so much the next couple days until i’m sick of it #lizzie answers

[kazziesangel-moved]

Snuggles are the best cure

Summary: Self indulgent fic after I’ve had such a bad day on the day I’m writing/posting this (12/19/20).

Word count: 1188

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warning: Really bad written ending and intro since I can’t write either. 

“Are you tired of-” The tv commercial couldn’t get very far in the actual ad before being shut off in an instant by a very tired and stressed out livestreamer, who was currently hugging a pillow on the couch and staring at the now blank screen of the television. Off days for Becca were common but this one was definitely worse than usual, considering she couldn’t even bring herself to make a sarcastic remark about being tired of the commericals. 

Trying to fight the tears coming to her eyes, Becca hugged her pillow even tighter and glanced over to the side of the couch where her phone was. She was debating on calling someone to talk to but decided against it, not wanting to bother anyone. Until her phone rang anyways. 

Against her better judgment, she decided to reach over to grab her phone, adjusting her pillow so it wouldn’t fall either. Noticing Kazuichi on the caller ID, she smiled a little though it faded. Although she was probably gonna call him anyways, she didn’t want him to worry. With a deep breath, she answered the phone forcing a smile on her face.  

“Hi Kazzie what’s up?” Realizing her voice cracked, she pulled the phone away just enough so she could quietly cuss herself out without him hearing. Becca was trying to make sure he didn’t worry and the voice crack didn’t help with that. 

“Just wanted to check in since I’m on break… is everything okay?” 

”You didn’t have to check in on me, and yeah I’m okay.” Feeling her eyes water, Becca immediately reached up a hand to wipe her eyes, silently being thankful for the fact she wasn’t on Facetime. The last thing she wanted was for Kaz to see her cry though she had the feeling that would happen anyways considering she heard a car engine, one she recognized as his. 

“Kaz, what are you doing?”

“I’m on my way home. Give me about 10 minutes.” While Becca wanted to sigh, she couldn’t help but smile. She did find it sweet whenever Kazuichi came home early to see her, especially when she had a bad day. After a couple minutes of waiting, she realized she forgot something and got up. Setting the pillow she was hugging aside, Becca headed towards the front door, making sure it was secure on its hinges. 

After confirming the door was indeed secure she couldn’t help but smile more as she remembered the last time she called him saying she had a bad day. They had to get a new door that day when Kazuichi accidentally broke the door off its hinges when he got home. 

Deciding that was the only thing she needed to check, Becca headed back to the couch, grabbing a fleece blanket that she loved to snuggle with on the way back. Getting cozy on the couch, she was about to check her phone when she heard footsteps. Normally she would think it was the neighbors but she grew to recognize the footsteps, especially when they belong to someone she’s been with for so long. 

Hearing the door open, Becca got a last minute thought to greet him at the door. Although she didn’t have to, since Kazuichi had other plans and he dropped the bag he was holding to run over and tackle Becca in a hug, squeezing her tight. They both enjoyed the hug in silence, which included Kazuichi running his fingers through Becca’s hair, for a bit before he pulled away to give her a kiss on the forehead. 

“Hi sweetie, sorry I took so long.” Becca didn’t say anything and simply buried her head in Kazuichi’s shoulder hugging him tighter. Although she didn’t wanna admit it at the time, she missed him and his hugs more than usual at that particular moment. Remembering the bag she saw him drop, she lifted her head up a bit and her eyes glanced over to where the bag was. 

“You weren’t long. So what’s in the bag?” Becca bringing that up got a quiet groan from Kazuichi as he reluctantly let go of her (even lingering for a couple more seconds so he could stay in the hug), gesturing for her to sit on the couch while he went to grab the bag. Letting out a quiet chuckle, already feeling much better, she sat down and waited as he set the bag in front of her before sitting down beside her on the couch. 

“I wanted to get you something. So there you go” Smiling a little more, she kissed Kazuichi on the cheek as a thank you before opening the bag just enough to look through and her eyes widened a little. Inside was a bunch of her favorite snacks, stuff to make buckeyes (aka her favorite dessert ever) and a teddy bear wearing a “i love you” shirt (with Becca’s name written underneath the i love you in sharpie).

Feeling tears come to her eyes, Becca pulled out the teddy bear and closed her eyes as she hugged it tight. Opening her eyes again, she set the teddy bear where her pillow was and tackled Kazuichi into a hug, sending them both in a position where Kaz was laying down with Becca on top of him. 

Smiling at how they ended up, Kazuichi adjusted slightly to get comfortable as he hugged Becca even closer to him, which she happily returned by snuggling closer herself. Figuring out neither could snuggle any closer if they tried, he reached a hand up to cup her cheek, rubbing it with his thumb and blushing a little when Becca leaned into his touch. 

A couple silent minutes had passed, but the mechanic only stayed silent since he thought Becca had fallen asleep. With her rough sleep schedule the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it and he continued to play with her hair like he was when he first got home. 

“Hey Kazzie?” He jumped a little, since he thought Becca was asleep and he wasn’t expecting her voice-though he never had complaints since he loved it so much. Looking down slightly, he noticed Becca had moved her head to rest on his shoulder and she was smiling up at him. Smiling back, he couldn’t resist giving her another forehead kiss-which she seemed to beam at. 

“Yeah babe?”

“Thank you for coming home early and doing all this for me.. I love you” Grinning a bit, Kazuichi couldn’t help but blush as Becca snuggled even closer, leaning up to kiss his cheek one last time before she snuggled against him more, enjoying his warmth and feeling herself fall asleep. 

“Anytime baby. I love you too.. So much” With that, and noticing Becca had fallen asleep, Kazuichi reached for his phone and took a quick selfie with Becca asleep against him-saving it into his “look at when sad” album (that was really just photos full of Becca) as he spent the rest of the afternoon until he fell asleep browsing on his phone, not wanting to move and risk ending the cuddle session that he technically started. 

#this is okay to reblog btw #also this is probably my longest fic yet holy shit #🔧❤️mechanic of my heart🔧❤️ #🧸comfort🧸 #💌 | beccas a writer now

[kindness-ricochets]

A Measure of the Sum of Parts

My second fic for the Grishaverse Big Bang ( @grishaversebigbang )

Corporalki: the glorious @rebooka17 who kept me from writing complete gibberish (the partial gibberish is my fault!) + sensitivity reading by the wonderful @dana-willowfeather

Materialki: @battoad (artwork here — I had literally never seen this style before and I’m still not sure how to say how cool it is), @sheitha & @itsbrilliantjustlikeyou

Summary: Wylan works to improve Kerch, partly by aligning with a growing workers’ movement, even as half the Merchant Council digs in their heels. Jesper knows he should be more, but he’s afraid to become more of a disappointment. The boys love each other. It’s enough… just barely.

Then Jesper makes a terrible mistake, one that leads him to Ravka and a sojourn to the Little Palace. It’s only meant to be a short trip—but what if Wylan decides against going to Ravka? What if Jesper doesn’t want to see him?

And what if, when they see each other again, they no longer belong together?

(What you can expect from this fic: many chapters. Much angst. Special appearances by a certain pirate and bastard.)

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26282656

On the nights the ghosts visited him, Wylan didn't wake up the following morning. There was no transition, no moving from one world to the next, no disorientation. No, none of that for Wylan Van Eck. Images, growing clearer with the morning light, replaced the smears of memory that filled his sleep. Seeing a thing was different from knowing it existed. Seeing the solidity of his life brought a heavy, cold feeling to his belly. It was real. The things that came to him when he slept, they had been real, too. It wasn't like sleeping. It was like taking a stroll through time and catapulting back to the present, never granted the escape of dreaming.

Useless!

Wylan slept on the side of the bed nearer the washroom and closet, with Jesper nearer the windows, sleeping soundly behind him, snoring. He claimed he didn't snore, a claim to which Wylan had once replied without thinking, Jesper, you've never slept with yourself , and Jesper nearly laughed himself sick. Wylan had blushed, but laughed, too. On good mornings, when he woke up to Jesper's arm around him, Wylan was happy. Sometimes he stayed that way. Other times, like today, it frightened him. This moment was only a moment. The next one would change. Time moved once more in its steady linear fashion. And you trust Wylan Van Eck? Wylan wanted to lie here, beside Jesper, for the rest of his life. Wylan never wanted to lie here again. How could something so wonderful be so fragile? How could anyone survive if something so deep inside them shattered? He squeezed Jesper's hand, then slipped away from him. Jesper was warm and he liked contact--he needed contact. It didn't matter how they went to sleep. Wylan often woke hugged up in Jesper's arms. And on good days, it was everything in the world Wylan never thought to dream of. Today, the cold morning felt better. It was real. The cold slid under his nightshirt and ripped the air out of his lungs. Wylan shivered as he dressed. Trousers first, buttoned under his nightshirt to limit exposure. He gasped when he removed his nightshirt, shaking into his undershirt, fumbling the buttons on his shirt. Gray waistcoat--he looked ridiculous in gray, but he looked seven years old in black. Last night they had been up late. Jesper was usually up late, but this time they were both awake. Wylan looked at the papers on the bedside table. There were a couple of books, too, one of those gruesome thrillers Jesper loved and a romance novel they had been reading together. Wylan imagined it had a thin layer of dust by now. Jesper read through facts and figures with him over and over… Over and over, because Wylan still wasn't prepared. Six months. Six months ago, shaking from nerves but trying not to let it show, Councilman Wylan Van Eck attended his first meeting. He needn't have worried. Karl Dryden, the next-youngest Councilman, was twice his age. And to the rest, Dryden seemed rather young to hold his seat. On the rare occasions Wylan added his voice to the debate, he was usually overlooked. Tolerated, perhaps. Wylan cleaned his teeth and combed his hair as quietly as he could. He had let his hair grow and now wore it tied at the nape of his neck. A few curls always broke free, but Wylan didn't mind. It was a hairstyle he had always liked, even though a man keeping his hair so long was horrifically old-fashioned. He never would have had the courage to do without Jesper encouraging him. He picked up his shoes and started for the bedroom door, walking softly as he could. He had to do better. It was why Jesper was drawing away from him, he knew it was. Why would someone like Jesper Fahey--someone so clever, so talented, so absolutely beautiful--waste his time with a milksop aye vote? Wylan had to do better for Kerch, and he had to do better for Jesper. "You're leaving me like that? Not even saying goodbye?" Wylan set down his shoes. He went to sit on the edge of the bed, scooping up Jesper's hand in his. Jesper had amazing hands. Ghezen did not do , he did not make , but if ever he did, he would have hands like Jesper's, perfectly formed, warm, strong. Wylan knew every scar on every finger, he had spent so long studying these hands. "I didn't want to wake you," he half-whispered. "What could be better than waking up to your gorgeous face?" "Mm. Sleeping until noon?" Jesper smiled. "Close call. Did you sleep okay? You look tired." Please, Papa. Pathetic, useless little-- "Yeah." Wylan brought Jesper's fingers to his lips, hiding that he wasn't smiling when he knew he should. "I'll do well today. I remember what we covered last night." The Council would debate many subjects, as they always did, but top of the list was pay rises for the bodymen. It felt small enough, yet important enough, that Wylan could start having a louder voice. "Merchers won't know what hit 'em." Jesper sat up, abandoning the safety of warmth and heavy covers to hug Wylan. Wylan held him, and it was the best feeling in the world: the two of them together. And the worst, because he would try today. He would try. But… "Saints, it's freezing out here," Jesper said. He drew away from Wylan and pulled the covers up around his shoulders. He had been doing that a lot lately. Drawing away from Wylan. "If my mother's having a bad day, will you send a runner so I know to come straight home? I might stop by Alys's." It had been ages, but he was so busy, there wasn't much time for visiting. "Of course. Now go knock their trousers off." "Thanks, Jes, now I have to picture Hiram Schenck's undergarments." Jesper laughed. "You were awfully quick to pick Schenck, do I need to be jealous?" "Never." In so many ways! Wylan knew he would never stray, that even when things were less than perfect between them, he wanted no one else but Jesper. "Good, I'd be worried if your taste in men was me and Hiram Schenck. With whom I have nothing in common, that old podge." It was true that Jesper and Schenck were different in many ways. They were both clever, but Schenck didn't have Jesper's warmth or his honesty. Wylan didn't like working with Schenck. The man was an absolute cutthroat. But he was brilliant, too, like a lesser version of Kaz. Wylan knew he could learn a lot from Schenck. He couldn't deny that Schenck was old, at least in the context of a romantic partner for Wylan, but, "Schenck's not so bad. My father didn't trust him, for one thing. And I've seen him give De Een Bevoorechte Fchuld to runners." "The… Wy, it's early." "The Favored Debt," Wylan translated, "in Old Kerch. I thought you knew, they're the best chocolatiers in the city." And thus the best in the country and probably the best in the world. Knowing Jesper had a taste for sweets and indulgence, Wylan had assumed he already knew the best chocolatier in Kerch. "And you haven't taken me there? A man could be hurt." Wylan laughed and pressed another kiss to Jesper's knuckles. "I'll make it up to you, but now I really must be going. Get some sleep. It's still early." "No mourners." "No funerals. I love you." "You too." Jesper curled up under the covers. Wylan picked up his shoes and left the room.

#grishabigbang20 #six of crows #six of crows fanfic #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #fanfiction #my writing #Grishaverse Big Bang 2020 - Gang 4

[triptuckers]

Worth more than silver - Jesper Fahey

Request: nope Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader Summary:  Matthias doesn’t understand why you’re so happy with every ring Jesper buys you, given that they’re not expensive and can be bought on the corner of every street Warnings: none! Word count:  1.2K A/N: first of all!! thank you so much for you love on my kaz brekker fic! :) I love him so much and it fills my heart with love that you like my work! hope you like this one as well, enjoy reading! :)

You absently twist the ring on your index finger. You had kind of taken over Jesper’s habit of fiddling with your rings. He did it when he was nervous, you did it when you were nervous, bored, listening to someone. All the time, really. You couldn’t help it. Your rings reminded you of Jesper, as he’d gifted you every single one of them.

When you first got together, you were always playing with his fingers and rings when you were tired. You’d absently twist the rings on his fingers and he’d shoot you a wink while continuing his conversation.

After a while, you started wearing his rings as well. He had quite the collection, and he couldn’t possible wear all of them at once. At first, you’d taken one. Putting it on, and smiling when you noticed how much you liked it on your own finger instead of his. But you were afraid he wouldn’t be okay with it, or that he would think you’d mean something with it. So, you put the ring back before Jesper could find out. 

But once you started stealing more and more of them, and wearing multiple of his rings at the same time, it didn’t take long for him to notice. 

One day, when you were walking back to the Slat after a quick job, he took your hand in his, as you always did when walking the streets together. 

Jesper had frowned and lifted your intertwined hands so he could look at them. Upon seeing a collection of his rings on your fingers, he turned to look at you and raised an eyebrow. You’d immediately launched into a ramble about how you didn’t mean anything by it, and you’d take them off, when he interrupted you with a kiss. When he pulled back, he shot you a beautiful grin, along with the words ‘Never take them off, sweetheart.’ After that, it became a habit.

Sometimes, you’d be met with a pouting Jesper in the morning. When you were wearing a ring he wanted to wear that day. Still, he never seemed to mind it a lot. It was a surprise when he came to you at the end of the day, telling you to hold out your hand. 

When you’d asked him why, eyeing him suspiciously, he repeated his question and told you to close your eyes. You rolled your eyes, but did so anyway. You felt him placing something in your hand and then he told you to open your eyes.

When you did, you found a ring sitting on the palm of your hand. It wasn’t one of his, you had never seen this one before. And it was smaller than his, but you recognised it anyway. It was one of the cheap rings you could by at every tourist stand. 

You looked from the ring in your hand to Jesper, who was smiling at you, just a little nervous. He told you he’d get you a real ring, a nice expensive one, but he didn’t have the money for it, given that he’d gambled it all away. You cut him off with a kiss and told him you loved the ring, and slipped it on your finger.

After that day, a tradition had formed. After every successful job, Jesper bought you a cheap ring. You wore them with pride, and as the months went by, your collection of rings was almost bigger than Jesper’s.

You smile when you think of it, and look at the rings you’re wearing today. One of his sits on your left index finger - the one you’d been fidgeting with. You had a colourful collection of cheap tourist rings on your left middle finger, and three fingers on your right hand. All of them gifts from Jesper. 

You’re suddenly pulled from your thoughts when you hear the door behind you open. You turn your head and smile when Jesper walks toward you. He grins at you and dramatically holds his hand out in front of you.

‘For you, my love.’ he says.

You smile widely and pluck the new ring from his palm. It’s the same one you already have, only in a different color. You slip it on one of your fingers and stand to kiss his cheek.

‘Thank you, Jesper, I love it!’ you say happily. ‘I was hoping you’d get me the blue one!’

‘Anything for you.’ says Jesper with a wink.  ‘Want to join us for a drink?’ you say, gesturing to Matthias, who you’d been talking to.

‘Can’t, love. Business calls, and by that I mean Kaz needs to torture me with maps of the city and another ridiculous plan of his for at least an hour.’ says Jesper. ‘Alright. I’ll see you tonight, then.’ you say. With a nod and a wink, Jesper takes off again.

You sit back down and admire the new ring on your finger.

‘Why are you so happy with all of those rings?’ asks Matthias. ‘They’re all so cheap, you can buy them on every street corner.’

You look up to the Fjerdan. ‘They might seem cheap to you, but to me they’re worth more than the finest silver.’ you say.

‘How so?’ asks Matthias, taking a sip from his drink.

‘Well.’ you say. ‘I wore a lot of Jesper’s rings, I still do. He wanted to buy me a ring, but couldn’t afford it-’ ‘Because of his gambling.’ says Matthias, interrupting you. You narrow your eyes at him. ‘Yes, because of his debts.’ you say. ‘So, when he couldn’t get me an expensive one, he got me a cheap one. I loved that he’d even want to buy me a ring in the first place, I couldn’t care less if it was silver or not. Ever since, he’s bought me these.’ 

‘Can’t he save up some kruge to get you a nice one?’ says Matthias. ‘These are nice!’ you protest, earning a rare chuckle from him. ‘If you like it, I’m sure it’s good enough for Jesper.’ says Matthias.

‘You should buy Nina a ring.’ you say. ‘Why would I?’ he asks, startled. ‘Women like jewellery.’ you say. ‘Some might deny it, but we all love it.’

‘It’s not-’ ‘Don’t say it’s not Fjerdan tradition.’ you say, knowing his answer was going to be about his culture. ‘If it’s not tradition, you can always buy her waffles. I bet she’d marry you on the spot, with or without a ring.’ you say.

Before Matthias can answer you, you get up from your spot, saying you’d check to see if Jesper needed saving from Kaz’ endless rambling and planning.

You walk toward the stairs and leave behind a slightly confused Matthias. While walking up the stairs, you run into Nina.

‘Hey Y/N!’ she says happily. ‘I saw Jesper earlier, did he get you another one?’ ‘He sure did.’ you say and you show her the new ring you got. ‘Wish Matthias bought me a ring from time to time.’ she says and you laugh. ‘He’ll buy you waffles instead.’ you say, and you continue your way to the top floor, ignoring Nina’s shout about the promise of waffles.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

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[starside-selfships]

Take a Break (short fic)

Author’s note: I have a more fluffier, vanilla (and semi-saucy) fic I really wanted to write and that I feel comfortable sharing, involving some sweet stuff with a hunter and his werewolf boyfriend. Hope you enjoy! (Also, I may or may not have kept the saucy bits secret, if you guys wanna see that part, just let me know!)

Setting my controller to the side with my soft smile growing into a wider one overtime, my boyfriend reappeared right in front of me, almost out of thin air as he dusted himself off and looked at me with disgust in his eyes. “I swear, that stupid housecat is always on my nerves, I don’t know how you’re friends with that beast,” He berated, obviously talking about one of my closest friends, the manticore that was dating the angel, earning a snicker from me. “C’mon, Kaz, she’s not that bad,” I joked as I pictured the usual quarrel between my boyfriend and my best friend. The ongoing rivalry and hatred between those two was just unpleasant at most and if I wasn’t friends with the manticore, Kaz would’ve probably let loose and would not hold back against her. “Not that bad, yeah right,” He hissed before letting out several huffs of air before slinking over to my side on the couch, my body shifting into it’s half human and half wolf state, in short, an anthropomorphic wolf. My werewolf state, well, that’s for another time. “It’s alright, princess,” I said sweetly, pressing my lips against the side of Kaz’s head, wrapping a fuzzy arm around him and bringing him closer to my form for him to relax. “We have the rest of today to relax, it’s okay.” I noticed the edge of his lips curling into a soft smile as he began to emit those lovely and soothing purrs, to me it was literally a drug. “Mmmmmhhh~” I released from my muzzle, closing my eyes and leaning my head back as the sound of Kaz’s purring, the crisp winds outside, and the minimal background noise, it was wonderful. It felt perfect.

“How’s my big, handsome puppy feeling? I meant to ask you earlier, but I got a little distracted,” Kaz questioned and this time, I was finally able to give him a simple answer, nothing complex, unless he asked for details of course. “I’m good, I’m really good, Kaz,” I answered honestly before looking back down at him and feeling my smile widen. “Like, I don’t want to go into details if you don’t want to hear them, heh,” Before I knew it, Kaz was on my lap in like seconds, his arms worming around my neck, causing my body to shiver from the touch, his emerald orbs locked onto my brown ones. “Tell me everything, Elijah.” And so I did. I told him about how I took the time to get my thoughts in order, how I kept focusing on the stupid and insignificant things happening around me and inside of my head. It was unhealthy and only filling me with intense amounts of despair. I explained the reasons behind it all, what caused it and among other things, how I dealt with it by listening to my favorite music, playing my favorite games, and turning off all my communications, taking a break from them to be able to spend time with him and him alone since being with him made me genuinely happy and relaxed. To have Kaz close to me or in my eyesight, it fills me with joy and makes my tail wag to no end. Nothing else in the world makes my tail wag faster. “So, that’s, heh, that’s my story.” I finished, realizing that I had been crying this whole time, feeling the tears from my eyes flowing down into my fur. Before I could even wipe my eyes, Kaz did it for me so I could easily see the tears in his eyes, the two of us becoming sappy messes after I explained how I was taking care of myself after the endless hours of sadness and negativity that surged through my mind. To be honest, seeing him teary-eyed was probably the reason why I was crying for Kaz wasn’t one who usually cries.

“I’m glad,” Kaz began as he was clearing choking on his words before he leaned closer and pressed his warm lips against my wet snout, closing his eyes in the process and pulling back so I could see the familiar look of love in his eyes. “I’m very glad. Hearing that, it...it makes me so happy to hear that, Elijah. I’m really happy you’re learning to take care of yourself more.” The look on Kaz’s face was precious, adorable, lovely, just perfect. It was a look I would cherish forever, that sweet smile, his eyes shining and gazing down into mine, his black and green hair that I loved running my hands through, along with his ears at the top of his head that he enjoyed me touching and playing with. Kaz was perfect to me. Yeah, a few people, including a friend or two, weren’t too fond of him and his personality, but to me, I loved that about him. How protective and defensive he would get, he would make me swoon majority of the time and whenever he walked by each other on our way to our different classes, my tail would go insane. “I love you Elijah.” The Hunter said to me, one of my wolf paws reaching up to massage his smooth, delicate face, being careful of my sharp claws, heck I’m pretty sure his were sharper than mine to be honest. Upon contact of my paw on his skin, the sound of his purring grew louder, filling my sensitive ears and putting me into a high, it was incredibly addicting, I couldn’t get enough of it. “I love you too, Kaz.” I replied, feeling myself getting excited at the sweet sound of his cat-like noises alone and it certainly didn’t help with how Kaz was beginning to glide his hands all over my form, probably sensing that I was starting to get lustful, all thanks to him. Thankfully, I managed to get control of my urges and returned back to my human form, my wolf ears and tail still at my head and backside, respectively. What came next was surprisingly, but expected.

“Hey Kaz, do you think we cou-mmmff!~” I couldn’t even ask him a simple question as he began to attack my lips with his own, my eyes fluttering and my body twitching in reaction. The contact of his tongue slipping into my mouth, searching for mine to gain dominance, his hands gripping and talons clawing my shirt so he could pull me closer to him as he kept himself planted on my lap as we continued to engage in our growing and rising heated makeout session. My hands found themselves gripping Kaz’s back, holding onto him as his bottom half began grinding against my lap, my arousal definitely beginning to show in the form of my tent that was poking at the hunter’s backside. The sound of our passionate smooching and moaning filled the room as Kaz’s warm tail wrapped around my leg, earning a shiver from me, which made Kaz softly giggle. Minutes had gone by and the two of us were, without a doubt, eager and horny messes. The craving of his lips increased once he had pulled away to breathe and speak, my hand secured on his legs that had been surprisingly wrapped around my body, I didn’t even notice when he did that. “Hey,” He said, trying to get my attention as I was lost in his eyes, of course, snapping out of my daze as best I could. “You think we should take this to the bed?” He questioned, earning a reaction from my heart pounding out of my chest loudly to the point where I was certain that he could hear it as well. Obviously, there was another part of my body that reacted in a similar, but very different way and I’m positive that he knew it too. “That sounds like a really good idea~”

#star's notebook #otp: cat got your tongue #ns//ft #it gets pretty saucy but not too saucy #im keeping the goods under wraps...for now

[spell-cleaver]

Marriage of convenience detective AU, Kanej? I hope you like it!

I loved it! I could turn this into a full fic, but I really don’t have the time to write that so here’s a snippet:

Being a merry bandof private detectives (with a not-so-merry leader) meant sometimes they had toget their hands dirty. And if getting their hands dirty meant using a falseidentity to get into some guy’s house and investigate whether or not he had kidnapped an up and coming Ravkanscientist… Well. That was part of the job. They’d all signed up for it.

However, Jespersuspected Kaz hadn’t exactly signed up for this.

“Ready to actlike you’re in love with Inej for the rest of the night?” Jesper asked. Notthat Kaz needed to act like it when healready was, but saying that wouldjust be asking for Kaz to impale himon his cane.

Kazhuffed, eyeing his dark suit in the mirror suspiciously. As always, Jesper hadno idea what he was thinking, but he wore his usual look of disdain. “Idon’t have to act in love. We’remasquerading as a married couple. Actual married couples rarely love eachother.”

“Alwayshave to put a downer on things, don’t you?” Jesper grinned. “But,” he continued slyly. Really,this entire situation gave him waytoo much ammunition to throw at those two, “you are technically married. Mr. and Mrs. Rietveld.”

“Ileft the name Kaz Rietveld behind when I left this country,” Kaz counteredcoldly, a little of his lilting Kerch accent seeping into his voice. “Myname is Kaz Brekker. And you know Inej only married me so she could get intothe country for this job. She’ll divorce me once we’re done. We didn’t marryfor love, and I won’t pretend we did.”

“Uh huh,”Jesper said, tiring of Kaz’s fidgeting and reaching forward to forciblystraighten his collar himself. “But you are aware that this party you’regoing to is one specifically forcouples? Whether this guy we’re investigating is a kidnapper or not, he’s amassive romantic. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had to—”

“Shutup, Jesper.”

Jesper’spatience hit its limit. “You and Inej are married, Kaz, and not justbecause of the citizenship. I’m technically a citizen of Kerch too, so is Nina,but Inej still chose you. You’resmart—figure out why.”

“Jesper—”

“Ahem,” came a pointed cough. Jesperand Kaz simultaneously turned their gazes on Nina, who stood in the doorway,looking amused. “Inej is ready to go. Are you?”

“Yes,”Kaz clipped out before Jesper could say anything. Jesper scowled at him.

“Iwasn’t finished—”

“Well,I was finished listening.” He tightened the dark tie for good and ran ahand through his hair. On anyone else the gesture might have seemed nervous; onKaz, it just seemed bored. “Let’s go.”

He strodeout into the hallway, only to stop dead.

Jesperpeered over his shoulder to get a glimpse of what had stopped him. He hid asmile behind his hand.

Inej.

Of courseit was Inej. No one else affected him so profoundly.

She leanedagainst the wall opposite the door, her dark hair tied in a convoluted bun atthe back of her head. She wasn’t wearing anything revealing—her dark grey dresswas modest and plain; Saints, it even had pocketson the skirt—but the lighting made her skin luminescent. She was smiling one ofher small, half-smiles at Kaz, who seemed quite unable to breathe.

Jespersnorted under his breath. Typical. Kaz would swear up and down he didn’tparticularly care about Inej, only to have a near-heart attack every time hesaw her.

Hecouldn’t bear to watch the awkward conversation that ensued, but soon enoughthe two of them were out of the door, and Nina was swinging it shut behind themwith a grin.

“Idon’t suppose you told either of them that Van Eck’s son is willing to spillwhatever dirt on his father’s colleague that we want?” Jesper asked,amused. “Or that this mission isn’t strictly necessary?”

“Ofcourse not.”

Jesperraised his eyebrows. “Kaz is insistent that there’s nothing between himand Inej. The moment we get back to Ravka, they’re going to get adivorce.”

Ninashrugged. “They’ll change their minds by the end of the evening,” shesaid.

Jesper hadto agree with her.

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[toooceanblue]

Title: Gloves and Gold

Fandom: Six of Crows

Pairings: Kaz/Inej!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12687732

It was late. Late for him even, but her ship had docked well after the sun had set, and she always made sure it was unloaded before she set off on her visits. Kaz refused to look at his watch, the sign of a devoutly impatient man.

He wondered if Jesper had met her at the dock, even this late. He often did still, after all this time, waiting there the moment a runner saw The Wraith in the distance. He wondered how much news they had already shared, his arm slung around her shoulders, talking up a storm of his own with how eager he was to share the latest Dregs gossip.

Kaz wondered, then drew his focus back to the ledgers on his desk. If he was going to be awake this late for something other than a heist, it might as well be to get some paperwork done. Check and sign, and hours onward. She should be setting off to the slat soon, if Jesper and Wylan had not already lured her to a warm bed. It was unlikely that they had, as long as she’d been gone this time.

Almost five months. Not unheard of, but longer than any of them liked. She had only stopped by with Nina briefly before setting sail again, only a few quickly scrawled letters sent their way. She’d been tracking The Pearl for the past several weeks as far as he knew, a ship of a misleadingly lovely name for what it held. It had been on its way to Novi Zem.

He heard the window slide open. Or at least he felt her enter. He turned in his chair to face Inej, a spirit against the night.

She was still just as small of course (no better form with which to fool arrogant captains), hair tugged back in a braid as always. She had cut it short, years ago, but it had long since grown past her shoulders again. Dressed in black and sailing boots, he could see no new scars. That didn’t mean much.

“Kaz.” Her voice was just enough to reach him. Even the sounds from the slat below them had faded to a hum, only an occasional shout or bark of laughter. It truly was late.

He nodded, though he did not rise. “Inej.”

She joined him at his desk, footsteps silent like a ghost, sitting down against him on the arm of his chair. His gloves lay on the table, though that didn’t mean much now.

“We intercepted The Pearl before it reached Novi Zem.” She said. Business first, as usual. “Over a hundred children below the deck, just old enough to start working the plantations. It took a long time to send them on their ways home, those that had them.”

Kaz nodded, writing off a final ledger before placing the pile to the side. “The Captain?”

“Dead. The first mate is alive, but the crew was small. They don't have the means to go on.”

Kaz nodded again, not saying a word.

“The club?” She asked.

“Doing well.”

She smiled at his answer, as minimal as always. “And the dregs?”

“Our territory is expanding. Retcher was throwing a damn fit.”

“Is he dead?”

“No. He knows better than to cross us.”

“Us?” Her smile brightened, her smile. “Did I just hear Kaz Brekker admit to a team effort?”

“Slip of the tongue,” he amended, a habit.

“Hmm. I’m sure.” She leaned in, shoulder against his, the skin of her neck touching his head as she rested there. He took her hand, and ah, there it was, a new scar over the back of her knuckles. He traced it with his other hand, a question.

“Before The Pearl.” She explained. “It was a small ship, but one of their crewmembers was surprisingly capable with a shortsword.”

“You’ll have to tell me about it.”

“Later.” She murmured.

She was tired. Five months at sea, and he was sure she hadn't slept in at least a day.

“You should rest.” He reminded her. To think their roles would ever be reversed like this. She shook her head.

“I have something for you.” She said, placing her free hand down on the table. When she pulled it away, on the desk were two gold bands. “Nina got them,” she explained. “from Ravka.”

He stared. He recognized rings, of course, but… “Nina?”

“She said if I was going to keep coming back to you, we should act like it.”

He had to crack a smile at that, albeit a small one. “As if she was ever so proper.” His eyes stayed focused on the desk in front of him though, preoccupied with the rings, shining softly in the gray-green moonlight. Even the bustle downstairs seemed to quiet with the unspoken proposal. Rings? He wasn’t a ring man, hands still hidden under gloves he hadn’t needed in years. That wasn’t the problem, of course. What was the problem? His hands flexed.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, Kaz.” she said. “We both know that’s not for us.”

“Then what are you asking?” He murmured. He had an idea, but it kept drifting around his mind, impossible to grasp.

“Nothing you haven't already given.” she answered. “These are just a symbol.”

“Rather sentimental, don’t you think?”

“Says the demon who still wears his gloves.”

“I have an image to uphold.”

“So do I.” She leaned against the back of the chair, inches behind him. Her arm resting on his shoulder now. “Gold is very befitting a pirate.”

“Of course. I could tell from how you’re draped in jewels.”

She laughed softly. “I’m not as flamboyant as you, Kaz.” Her fingers brushed his collar. “Is that a new suit?”

“It is.”

“I like it.”

He caught her hand in his own, still resting against his shoulder. He rubbed a thumb along the back, considering. There wasn’t much to consider.

He reached down to the desk, taking the larger of the two rings, and sliding it onto his finger.

“Well?” Inej asked.

“Jesper would say if fits like a glove.”

And there was the laugh, brief and light, before she pressed her lips to his, just for a second. Even now, there were still days when her breath over his felt like drowning, but not today. Her pulse beat strong next to his as she picked up the other ring, holding it in her palm. His look must have been expectant.

“Impatient, Brekker?” She held the ring between her fingers.

“Hardly,” He answered, touching his face to the crook of her neck. “But it’s only fair.”

“Hmm, I suppose. Nina wouldn’t be happy if I wasted her gift.” Inej stood, finally sliding the ring into her finger, and took a few steps away before turning back. “Do you have much more work, tonight?”

“It can wait.” He said, and stood up as well, gloves in one hand and cane in the other, pressed new against the band around his finger.

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