#but like. jesper had a one night stand or something with wylan and FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT HIM???

[six-of-cringe]

never thought i'd say it. not happy about gay sex

#look. some of it might not be as bad as it seems. #i don't have context or all the facts i haven't watched it yet #maybe this 'bathroom scene' is just a precursor for a later callback #but like. jesper had a one night stand or something with wylan and FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT HIM??? #real cute real romantic. /s #the hypersexual bi man trope!! the unnecessary sexualization of queer relationships!!!! #like there's nothing wrong with stories about relationships like this! to me it's the fact that it's being applied to wesper! #a relationship which i enjoyed bc of the slower building of care and knowledge and trust and meaning and all that sap shit #these writers do not know how to show queer characters' sexualities without making them have sex. #jesper just forgot about the prince who fell into the wrong story dude i'm gonna be sick #of all the ways they could have written jesper and wylan's pre-SoC history........bruh #listen wesper might have been the least developed of the SoC relationships but holy shit it was better than this #jesper wylan get behind me sweethearts #idk how to describe why it feels so hurtful. it just feels like something has been taken from that story #shadow and bone netflix spoilers #sab spoilers #s&b spoilers #delete later #this isn't like SEX BAD GAY SEX BAD. it just has me going like. who are these guys. these are different guys. #they are doing strange things that the people they claim to be would not. this story has been altered in a way that makes me feel it less #if you enjoy it still fine. but for me it detracts.

[overcupofcoco]

kaz brekker as an adoptive father au though

• ok so yeah, the dregs might be the edgiest and mightiest but at some point jesper and wylan have kids, nina settles down and starts her own bakery and inej can’t live in ketterdam, she a different woman now

• kaz on the other hand, this bitch might be older but he’s just gettin started. 

•yeah he’s stolen from the Ravkan kingdom now, yeah he’s in a little shit with the Shu, oops are the Zemeni after him? he almost forgot. 

• anyway, he’s swaggering down in the barrel like usual one evening when he hears really loud screams from an alley

• usually he ignores because the bastard of the barrel ain't got time for pidgeon affairs, but for some reason this time he wants to take a look. he hasn’t had his Wraith in a while so he’s gotten used to being sneaky

•what he witnesses isn’t necessarily out of the usual; a woman at gunpoint holding a child. Pleads for mercy. Screams. An attempt to run away. A murder. Pillaging of the body. 

• He took note of the killers (u never know when you need the intel) when he realizes that the child is still screaming.

• he pauses

• what the fuck was he supposed do? Leave the kid baby? Give it to some woman to take care of? he knew the probability that she would sell the child out in slavery the moment it was old enough was basically 100%

• he remembered jordie and him, young and lost, orphaned in the streets. he remembered inej, basically enslaved by Tante Heleen

• before he knew it, he was walking towards the corpse, uncovering the baby that couldn’t older than three years, from under its dead mother’s long skirts. 

• it was a girl. dark skinned, tufts of curly hair, large grey eyes staring up at him in concern. 

• “god dammit” he muttered, wrapping the girl in his coat and bringing her to the slat. he would give the girl to Jesper and Wylan when they came back from their vacation in 3 weeks. in the meanwhile, he would somehow deal with her. 

• The girl was a clever one, silent and observing as he made their way to the Crows Club. She didn’t cry for her mother, perhaps because Kaz’s glare was too frightening, or perhaps because she simply wasn’t afraid at all. 

• He put her on the bed, looking at her with hard eyes. She stared back, tilting her head. “No talking.” he said promptly, “No moving.” 

• The first hour, he almost ripped his hair out. Drug dealers, mafia, merchants, gang members, he could easily deal with. But a curious child? 

• Somehow, she had managed to open a pen and scrawl all over his pillows.

• He didn’t bother to use any type of voice when he scolded. it was the same cold, flat voice he used during parleys. “No. Don’t do that. Don’t touch my pens,”

• she just frowned, tilting her head to the side. something dinged in Kaz’s heart and he didn’t like it.

•at some point, she figured out how to climb out of his bed and was now crawling around his room. he couldn’t focus-- so he resorted to observing, leaning back in his chair. 

• she had started silently babbling herself, fidgeting with papers on the ground, chair legs, discarded coins. 

• slowly he grew used to her static mumbling and managed to start paperwork again until--

• a weak tug on his pant leg. He flinches back, looking down sharply at the girl

• “my leg hurts”

• Kaz probably hadn’t been taken by surprise in years but those three words shocked him. she could talk?

• he looks at her silently, clenched her jaw. her eyes were a bright blue. Should he call a medik? Should he ignore her? he couldn’t have people knowing there was a child in his room or that he needed medik. It was a weakness.

• “Where?” same flat, uninterested voice.

• She struggled to lift her soiled pant leg to reveal a mildly bloodied gash across her calf. Kaz could tell it wasn’t deep. 

• “It hurts a lot, mister, help?”

• now imagine Kaz Brekker, after a long pause, picking up the girl from under her arms and bringing her to the bed. He spends half an hour cleaning and mending her leg as she sits quietly. 

• “is mama dead?”

• “yes. gone.”

• “are you going to kill me, mister?”

• pauses his work to look up at her. decidedly, she was full of surprises. 

• “not planning to,” he squinted at the tiny girl, “how old are you?”

• the girl cracked a smile and held up three fingers-- proud of herself. “I’m four in one months, mister!”

• “When did you learn how to speak?” 

• the girl looked bewildered... for the first time in the evening, fear was in her light eyes, “I don’t know, mister brekker”

• Kaz looked at her sharply. She recoiled in fear at his menacing glare. She must have known how to read, his name had been all over the papers she was fiddling with. 

• “You call me Kaz. Only Kaz. You stay in this room until I can find you some parents.”

• That first night, the girl slept in the bed. Kaz slept in his chair-- only to be woken up by a clang of rustling early the next morning. 

• reflexes kicked in and he grabbed his gun. 

• “i just wanted water, mister Kaz.” a high pitched voice said weakly as the girl’s head popped up from behind the desk. Her leg was clearly better, as she was standing up. 

• annoyed sigh from Kaz. He just picked up his cane and coat, having slept in his gloves, and just scowled at the girl. She looked at him, then proceeded to continue her attempts at reaching the tall glass of water on the desk-- failing miserably. 

• Kaz handed it to her and she gulped it all down. 

• Kaz left the entire day, running errands, checking on the crow club. He had left crackers and water for the girl, but in reality, he knew he was desperately trying to rid the child of his thoughts. 

• he was kaz brekker, for saints’ sake, and there was a talking toddler in his office? 

• he finally came back in his room late in the evening, expecting the child to be either somehow dead or asleep, but instead, he found her standing on his chair that she had pushed against the window ledge, looking outside and talking to herself. 

•Panick ran through him. What if people saw her? What if people thought he was holding children hostage? Worse, what if people thought he had a child? What if... she could fall over the ledge...

• “Get off the chair,” “I thought I had told you to stay hidden”

• “Sorry mister Kaz, I thought you had told me to stay in the room”

• did she just accidentally sass him? 

• the next day, she wasn’t perched over the window, but she was on his desk, grasping a pencil and struggling to manipulate the utensil in her tiny hand. her face was pure concentration.

• silently, Kaz walked up behind her, reading over her shoulder. Two days after having picked her up, he knew better than to just expect her to be scribbling gibberish. 

• Z U R i       zURi     fat circle for the dots above the i, uneven letters, but still writing.

• “this is my name! do you like it, mister Kaz?” Zuri. Hope in Zemeni. He realized he had never asked her name. She hadn’t seem bothered. “You said no touching the pen... this has no black stuff, so I used it! Look, mister Kaz! I made you a pretty picture!”

• She beamed, shoving another piece of paper in his face. It was messy, but Kaz could see the outline of a child with dark skin, a bigger person colored in crudely with black-- and was that a bird?

• “That’s me--- that’s you, Mister Kaz! Those lines are your eyebrows because you are always mad! and that's the nice bird that comes to the window sometimes!”

• It became routine. Kaz spent his day out, leaving Zuri in his room. He provided food, water, paper, pens and after the fourth day and massive amounts of begging in the middle of the night, a box of colored pencils.

• ( “Mister Kaz” *groan from Kaz* *Gentle tug on his pant leg* “Can I get color?” “What?” “Color for my drawings!”......... “Please?”...... “Fine. Go to bed. Time to sleep.”)

• Gradually, Kaz spent less time thinking he was insane for taking in a child, and more time observing the girl. she was sharp, learning quickly. She knew immediately that touching Kaz was a big no-no, apart from the spare pant leg tug. 

• Sometimes, she would ask Kaz for help. Give him her drawings. They were always of her and him and a crow, in different settings. In the beginning, he grudgingly agreed, only out of annoyance that she may start to cry. 

• (she had never cried in front of him, but he heard her gentle sniffles in the middle of the name and her whispers for her mother) (he tried to ignore her)

•anyway, as the days passed, he started really paying attention to her letters on the papers, giving her advice and examples. She improved fast. 

• Two weeks passed. It was raining outside. Kaz was working and Zuri was silently practicing her letters right under his desk.

• “Mister Kaz?” “Hmm?” “Why do you have the stick?” The cane. 

• He paused. “My leg is hurt.” “Like me?” “No.” “Why?” “Because mine is hurt forever.” pause “Why?”

• Zuri might have been a quiet girl, but Kaz knew that she grasped at any opportunity to ask questions. 

• “Enough questions.” 

• Silence. 

• “Mister Kaz?” she squeaked slowly. He exhaled. “What?”

• “Are you magical?” she peaked out from under the desk.

• “What?”

• “Sometimes you make things disappear from people. I see it.”

• Kaz put down his pen and rose an eyebrow, peering at her from his chair. Had she been getting out of the room? Of course, in the Crow Club, he picked different pockets or simply impressed the guests with sleight of hand-- but no one was supposed to notice that.

• “Did you go out of the room?”

• Immediately, she realized her mistake. She tucked her chin in her neck and looked down shamefully. “Nevermind.” She picked up the orange pencil.

• He almost laughed. He thought he would be mad at her for jeopardizing both her and him, but her worried little face was too cute-- what was he thinking? he shook away the thoughts. Jesper and Wylan would be in Ketterdam soon enough and the girl would be out of his legs

• literally. 

• There was thunder that night. Kaz had gradually collected dozens of blankets to make a bed for the girl. That night, there was no tug at his pant leg, but whimpers. Loud ones. Kaz couldn't ignore them

• “Zuri?” he grumbled. 

• Silence.  

• “Zuri.” he turned on the little lamp at on his bedside table. He waited. Slowing, Zuri got up. The shirt he had given her to sleep in reached her toes. 

• “I’m sorry, Mister Kaz,” she whispered. Her face was full of tears, her blue eyes shining in the light, “The loud noise makes me scared.” 

• As if to prove a point, thunder resonated and Zuri pressed her lips together, shaking and covering her ears. She didn’t cry though. Never when he could see. 

• His heart twisted. His heart twisted for her. He made the decision. 

• “Come here.” he lifted a corner of the covers, inviting her in. She hesitated. 

• “Now or never.” he warned. she waddled to the bed, struggling to get over the side. Kaz silently slipped on his gloves as Zuri curled herself in a ball.

• Zuri had never asked him about the gloves and he was thankful.

•The bed wasn’t big, but she took up so little space that he could easily keep a healthy distance away. 

•Thunder boomed as he turned off the light.“I’m scared, Mister Kaz” 

• he froze. 

• “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He could barely fathom the words he said.

• “With your magic?”

• “With my magic.” 

• The three weeks went by, and Kaz gave Zuri to Wylan and Jesper who easily took her in. They didn’t ask any questions. 

• As Kaz packed up Zuri’s possessions that she had collected throughout the three weeks, the girl looked at him sadly. 

• “Why do I have to go Mister Kaz?” 

• “It’s better for you.”

• “Why?”

• He sighed. “Because.”

• “I’m going to miss you, Mister Kaz.” 

• He clenched his jaw, giving her the box of her belongings. It had seemed like forever ago that he had found her in her late mother’s embrace. 

• “Me too, Zuri.” They had not hugged, but she had tugged on his pant leg one last time.

• The days went by. The office was back to what it had been before. Calm, orderly, silent. 

• Kaz had dreaded the feeling, but he knew that he missed it. He missed her. Her mumbling, the soft sound of her feet padding the ground, her drawings, her letters, the Zemeni lullabies, her excited smile, her small pout when he told her he wouldn’t get her waffles, her frown when he told her to brush her teeth. 

• He even missed her minuscule presence at night. 

• It had been a week since she had gone away. He had ignored Wylan and Jesper. He didn’t want to know what they had done with the girl-- he trusted them enough. Then he found them--

• Of course he did. Of course he kept them.  The drawings. The childish drawings. Her, him, the crow that she had named Will. Her notes. FOR MiSTER KAZ.

• He knew he should have burned them. Instead he shook his head--

• Next thing he knew, he was at the Van Eck manor. 

• “Kaz?” It was Kali, Jesper and Wylan’s oldest daughter. She swung the door wide to reveal Jesper carrying Zuri. 

• Her face light up the moment she saw him. 

• “Mister Kaz!” she waved gingerly, but smiled wide. “I was telling Mister Jesper that I did a cartwheel!”

• Jesper grinned. He may have been in his late thirties, but the man still had the heart of a teenager. “It was very impressive,” he agreed, letting her to the ground. She rushed to Kaz, but stopped a safe distance away.

• “Are we going home, Mister Kaz?” she asked, eyes twinkling.

• Jesper interjected, “Zuri, darling, Mister Kaz can’t--” 

• “Yes,” Kaz breathed, squatting down to level her, “We are going home. Will the Crow misses you.”

• Jesper’s jaw dropped. Zuri clapped her hands. “Crows are so nice!”

• Kaz cracked a genuine smile, offering a bare hand to the little girl that had somehow given him a new dimension in life. 

• She grabbed it slowly.

• “Now... how about some waffles for the birthday girl?”

so yep yeah idk this just is something i want like a little girl to soften out Kaz’s edges you know what I mean? also i know shes really young but thats the point she like a genius u know idk

#this is really long #sorry #kaz brekker though #kaz brekker au #six of crows #kanej #soc #kaz brekker #cute kaz brekker #six of crows one shot #crooked kingdom #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #nina zenik #matthias helvar #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #daddy kaz

[crowsvalentine]

Whispering, Distractions, and Wylan?

Kanej’s nightly phone call and Kaz forgets he has a guest (modern au)

(fluffy mature shit that no one asked for and I wrote at 3am)

“I wish you could touch me, Kaz.”

“I wish for it every night, Inej, trust me.”

“You’d be able to feel how hot my skin is right now, I just got out of the shower.”

“It’s good to be clean.”

“Smooth too.”

“What?”

“I’m fully shaved, even my-”

Kaz pressed the phone to his chest and looked up at his ceiling, letting out a long breath as he thought about what she was about to say. She was trying to kill him, it had been her motive since day one, there was no denying. Taking a second to compose himself, he brought the phone back up to his ear. He waited for her to speak again, not knowing how to respond just yet. 

“Kaz?”

“I’m here.”

“I thought I lost you.”

“You did. For a minute at least.”

She laughed, and even if it was quiet, Kaz found himself smiling at the sound. As much as he loved the way she was speaking tonight, she’d take the sound of her just laughing any day. 

“What are you doing right now?” 

She was whispering, telling Kaz exactly what she was doing and where she was. Not everyone had the benefit of living by themselves in their own apartment, some people lived with parents who had rules. They’ve had enough of these conversations to know what would happen if she was caught on the phone this late. Kaz was forced to have a conversation with her father for ten minutes about why young women needed sleep and not conversations with strange boys at midnight. 

“I was watching a movie before you called.”

“Did you finish it?”

“I decided to continue watching when I didn’t have any distractions.” 

“I’m a distraction?”

“The worst kind, Inej, you distract me from things that need one hundred percent of my attention.” 

“What about me is so distracting, hm?”

He heard a rustle of fabric on her end, probably changing position in her bed. He imagined she was laying on her front now, elbows propping her up against the pillow, maybe biting on the tip of her thumb as she waited for his answer. He remembered her doing it once, a small action that should have been forgettable, that is if she hadn’t been staring at him while she was doing it. 

“Everything.”

“Anything specific?” 

He took a deep breath and followed her example of changing position. Thinking for a second, he removed his shirt, tossing it to the chair before he laid across his couch. With one leg propped up against the arm rest, and his other hanging off the side, his heel pressing hard into the carpeted floor, he breathed hard into the phone. 

“Nothing specific, everything about you is distracting.��

“Oh?”

“Your voice, I could listen to you talk every minute of the day.”

“People think I’m too quiet.”

“It’s polite.”

“Go on.”

“Your smell, you always smell like roses and I still don’t know how.”

“I put petals in my bath.”

Kaz had to pause again, the image of Inej laying in a bath full of rose petals needing a second of his attention before he continued. 

“Your hair, so long and beautiful, so soft.” 

“And your favourite colour.” 

He chuckled,  Inej seemed to be the only one who knew when the colour went from being an aesthetic to truly being his most favourite colour in the world. 

“Your eyes, your lips, even your fucking nose.”

“Is that all?”

He smirked and found himself licking his lips, as if Inej was in the room with him and he could see her standing there. She wasn’t one for tight clothing, but she did tend to show his most favourite parts of herself. 

“Your legs, you have amazing legs, it really should be a crime to have legs like yours.” 

Legs that he would very much have wrapped around him at that moment, he really hated rules. 

“I work hard on my legs, I agree, they’re my best asset.”

“Speaking of assets.”

She laughed again and he found himself joining her, it lulled them into a comfortable silence. He could hear her breathing and then there was movement again.

“I wish I could come over.”

“Imagine what I could do if you did.”

“I’ve been imagining, why do you think I needed the shower?” 

“Fuck.”

He could almost feel her smirk through the phone, he’d taught her that smirk, and it was used against him more than anyone else. He hated it. His free hand played with the strings on his sweat pants, it wasn’t helping, but it gave him something to do. 

“This is when you ask me what I’m wearing, Kaz.” 

“What are you wearing, Inej?” 

“Silk.”

He knew everything that she owned after he was forced to help her with a mass bedroom clean out a month ago and he knew she owned exactly two things made of silk. One was a pair of pajama bottoms that were tattered and worn out from careless washing by her mother, it was the more likely of options, but he knew of something she usually kept in her bottom drawer, hidden under a pile of underwear that came in plastic packs of five at the department store. That piece of silk her mother had no clue about, and had no chance of ruining with her bad laundry habits. He decided to imagine the second option and smiled at his choice.

“And above?”

“Nothing.”

He swore again and his hand slipped a bit further down the front his pants. Inej looked great in anything she wore, but she looked better in nothing at all. Kaz closed his eyes to see her better and sighed.

“Me either.” 

“Just the way I like you.”

He wasn’t unaware of Inej reciprocating the looks he tended to give her, in fact, he was overly-aware and would find himself checking how he looked in every reflective surface as he passed. People probably thought he was vain, but he just wanted to give Inej something to enjoy when she found herself looking in his direction. 

“Kaz?”

“Yeah?”

“Two or three?” 

Just the thought of it caused him to drop his phone, making it fall between the cushion and the back of the couch. This time he cursed for another reason as he dug his hand around to find it. She might hang up if he doesn’t answer, it isn’t the first time. 

“Kaz?” 

She used her voice to find it, but was only successful when he gave up and stood to pull the cushion off. He didn’t sit back down when he brought the phone back up to his ear, he instead walked into the kitchen to get a well needed glass of water.

“Two.” 

“You took too long, I’m doing three.”

He had to spit his water into the sink, and Inej must have heard because she burst out laughing, but she stopped abruptly, the line going completely silent. He found himself holding his breath too, the last thing he wanted right now was her phone getting taken away, again. Last time she had lost it for almost a week and he needed to call Jesper to convince him not to sneak into her house. Calling a boy is one thing, what Kaz was planning to do that week was a whole other game. 

“I have to go.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, it was the last thing he wanted, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. He wanted to hit his head against the fridge, and he did, leaving his forehead against the metal door as he sighed for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

He could feel her hesitation before the phone finally cut and he let out a frustrated groan. They were finally getting somewhere and of course she had to go. He dropped his phone into his pocket and dumped his water in the sink, practically throwing the glass in with it. 

“Finally, I needed something to eat.”

He jumped at the voice, his eyes widening when he turned to see Wylan standing at the door to the kitchen. His cheeks were red and he was looking anywhere but at Kaz, and Kaz quickly used his hands to cover up the reason why.

“You forgot I was here?” 

“No.” 

“Hm.” 

Kaz forgot Wylan was staying over for the night. It wasn’t his fault. 

“Did you hear?” 

“I heard nothing.”

“Good.”

They both knew he was lying and Kaz knew Wylan was going to tell Jesper the moment he saw him again. They stood awkwardly before Kaz cleared his throat and walked carefully around him to the door.

“Good night, Wylan.”

“Sweet dreams, Kaz.”

The smirk appeared and Kaz glared at it, that was not the smirk he wanted to see that night. He raised a single finger in the air before walking off to his room, making a point in shutting and locking the door. To his surprise, however, he felt the unmistakable vibration of a phone call in his pocket.

“Inej?”

“My parents only came to tell me they’re going out with some friends, I don’t think Wylan would mind you leaving him alone tonight.” 

Kaz laughed, of course she remembered and he didn't, and he couldn’t even be mad about her not reminding him. He kept the phone between his ear and shoulder as he got dressed, thankful that he wouldn’t be going to bed as he always did. When he walked back out of his room he grabbed his keys and wallet, smiling and waving at Wylan when he caught sight of him.

“Bye, Van Eck.” 

“I’m calling Jes over if you’re leaving me alone!” 

He was too distracted to care and walked out without even acknowledging what Wylan had said. Contrary to Wylan’s good night wishes, Kaz didn’t need to be dreaming that night, nor did he have to settle for anything he usually did. He smiled all the way to Inej’s house, and continued smiling until he was woken up the next morning by two people who clearly weren't as happy as he had been.

#i write for soc #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #wylan van eck #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc modern au #sorry for the shit ending