Kanej Fic Recs
I've been thoroughly sucked back into the Grishaverse fandom after Shadow and Bone S2, so here's some Kanej fics for you to enjoy! But don't worry - none of these fics have spoilers for the show.
not like this by rebel_hearts (865)
Inej has been kissed before, but not like this. Not as if she's everything somebody could ever want - and not just because of her body, or her talents, but because it's her.
Drowning by witteefool (1.2k)
The shock of cold sent any stray thought from his mind, his body sinking as his wool coat grew sodden and heavy.
Then they were back. His demons grabbed at him from the depths, their bloated, grisly bodies pulling him downwards to the reaper. His escape had only been temporary. Jordie was ready to take him back now.
Tantalus Skin Hunger by PestilenceandSunshine (1.6k)
Why should they keep our Secrets? Keep us Safe? The Demon in his mind spoke.
Because they love us. They're our Friends, our Family. The Child answered again. They love us.
Dirtyhands did not speak again.
Or: Kaz Brekker platonically pines and yearns, but Recovery takes time and is not a linear process
a laugh I could recognise anywhere by onthelasttrain (1.7k)
“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, domesticated at last.” He freezes, his breath trapped in his lungs. All those months looking at maps, wondering where she is, and now he doesn't have to wonder. She travelled farther than any merchant or sailor ever did, and then she came back to the Barrel.
(Back to him, he thinks selfishly).
two solitudes by sixappleseeds (2k)
“I was going to say,” Kaz remarked. “That memory is a tricky bastard. It takes cheap shots when you’re not looking. Cuts you up when you least expect it.”
we wear red so they don't see us bleed by A_7187 (2.9k)
jesper fahey: this really hurts. after everything i’ve done for you
kaz brekker: which is nothing?
jesper fahey: I LITERALLY KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU. ARE WE JUST FORGETTING ABOUT THAT NOW???
inej ghafa: im sorry?
Kidnapped by Youknowit (2.9k)
Inej's parents and some of her caravan are kidnapped by slavers. It's up to Inej and Kaz to fight the encampment and free those who were stolen.
a foreigner called candor by kallliope (2.9k)
A new strain of parem is tampered with to make a truth serum, which Kaz unknowingly consumes.
the end of a movie i've seen before by downn_in_flames (3.3k)
And then, standing before her, in a sober black wool coat, ink-dark hair tossed about by the wind, a small rolling bag at his side, is the very same person who’s taken up permanent residence in her dreams.
She’s not entirely convinced she’s not dreaming now - though if she is, this one’s an entirely new creation of her imagination, with not an ounce of intertwined past memory to be found. She entertains the thought of pinching herself just to be sure.
Six Fifteen by orphan_account (3.5k)
Every morning at six fifteen, gymnastics instructor Inej Ghafa sings in the shower. Her apartment neighbor Kaz hears her through the connecting wall, and one morning accidentally joins in.
love is not love which alters when it alteration finds by cameliawrites (3.8k)
“I do look forward to meeting this husband of yours one day, Captain,” the deputy drawls sardonically at her back.
Inej finds herself dangerously tempted by the notion. She caresses the blade of Sankt Petyr at her side as she takes her leave, the metal smooth and sharp as her lover’s dark gaze. The thought draws her homeward, and she quickens her steps, a single utterance underneath her breath:
“No, you don’t.”
By the Book by marycontraire (4.2k)
“You look like a pirate,” Kaz says.
“I am a pirate,” Inej reminds him as they emerge into the dark storage room.
Kaz holds his bonelight aloft to illuminate the rows and rows of garments. “Not this morning,” he says. “This morning you’re the bride of a respectable gentleman farmer."
home by northyard (5.5k)
When the assassin spoke, his voice was gravelly and strange. "Smart." He mused. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dirtyhands. I've heard a lot about you." His hands drifted to the two knives strapped to his thighs. "And I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to kill you. Most of Ketterdam wants you dead, Brekker." He added, hands deft as he unsheathed his knives. Kaz didn't miss the bulge in the forearms of his sleeves (more knives) nor the two tipped daggers that emerged from the end of his boots.
Kaz lifted an eyebrow, waving his hand in a nonchalant manner. "Tell me something I don't know."
The assassin grinned. "You've underestimated me," he fired back, teeth bared like a wolf. "Any person who crosses me does not live to tell the tale."
Kaz shot back a wolfish grin of his own, tipping his hat to the assassin. "It's a good thing I'm not a person."
Can I Watch You? by aknosde (6.7k)
The older they get the more late nights working on his bed mean. And sometimes they let themselves become a little more vulnerable. And sometimes their friends are nosy and annoying.
farmer kaz by cafatonin (7k)
Kaz cleared his throat. “It reminds me of home.” Inej’s head popped up, her senses finely attuned to Kaz’s sharing voice. She looked to where he was lounging on the bale nearest the door, bad leg lazily draped over the side. He didn’t dare look back at her.
my pain shouldn't be yours by dregstrash (11k)
In a world where soulmates exist, what do you do when you feel the pain of someone else? Kaz Brekker and Inej Ghafa share that singular thread, and neither of them wants to acknowledge it. Kaz Brekker, the boy who never admits to weakness, and Inej Ghafa, the girl who has her own scars, must learn to navigate the dangerous streets of Ketterdam while trying to ignore the bond between them.
Dinner & Diatribes by Thesuncameout (12k)
There wasn’t supposed to be a storm.
Time spent creating this plan had taken up almost a month’s worth of days and nights. Neither of them had slept more than four bells, too caught up in perfecting the swindling. Even Jesper had lost a few nights helping them figure out the heist. They planned everything. The ins and outs, the what ifs and possible dooms, the plan A all the way to Z.
And yet, they hadn’t bothered to look above and see the rolling clouds and rumbling skies.
i wanna hold the hand inside you (i look to you to see the truth) by hyperspecificplaylists (12k)
It's 7:00 a.m. on the day before Valentine's Day when Kuwei's listicle comes out and promptly exposes everyone.
Wherein Nikolai sings love songs for the internet and pretends they're not for Zoya (except they totally are).
O Loving Hate by this_pendent_world (13k)
‘The Ravkan Roast’ is the top coffee shop on the doorstep of Ketterdam University - or at least, it was until ‘Tooth & Claw’ opened up right across the street.
While her friends insist that they are at war with the rival coffee shop, Nina Zenik believes that Matthias Helvar is too cute to be her sworn enemy.
If only they weren't on opposite sides of the brewing war, and the street.
Ace by KatyaMorrigan (15k)
Healing takes time and work, but Kaz and Inej have been putting in the hours. While once it seemed that they may always have to love each other at a distance, it now couldn't be further from the case. Although, Inej's thoughts have been wandering, and now she isn't sure what they are working towards. Even though the possibility that had once seemed so slim is now an option, is sex something she wants? Is it something Kaz wants?
And if the answer is no, what happens then?
A coming-out-to-herself fic in which Inej and Kaz explore intimacy and come to the conclusion that, for them, sex isn't a part of the equation.
all in good time by terribletruths (15k)
Inej needs a powerful man dead. Kaz, busy conducting 'renovations' across the West Stave and feuding with famous stage actors, is glad to have the opportunity to eliminate a threat.
False Hearts by QHQ (16k)
This was the weirdest fucking job Inej had ever taken.
Kaz and Inej go to marriage counseling. The only thing is, they’re not married. They don’t even know each other.
Killing Me To Love You by venus_in_retrograde (31k)
Inej comes down with a bizzare illness that has her weak and feverish and at the brink of death. As a result, she is forced to confront some truths about her heart she's spent the longest time avoiding.
Truths meaning her feelings about Kaz Brekker. Feelings which, knowing him, are most definitely unrequited, and will therefore only make her suffer more.
All in all, it's a pretty dire situation. Things are bound to get messy.
But her time is running out.
Dealing with Our Demons by ravenyenn19 (747k, in progress)
Inej's first letter back to Kaz after she leaves on her journey to hunt slavers, reunion ensues! Will they continue to learn how to battle their demons in order to get close to one another?
If you have any other Kanej fics that you recommend, please let me know! And in the meantime, thank you to all the fantastic authors who shared their work with us and happy reading :D
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THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 5
After one biology class, Cloe and Yasmin start to notice how off Cymbeline has been. And Breeana has another vision.
AN: Ah yes, as we can see, it's starting to get into the part of the story we see in the movie
"Alright, class. These are just a few of the elements that make our world so enchanting."
Mr Del Rio's voice was enough to put Cymbeline to sleep. The science teacher wasn't paid enough to be here, clearly. He hated this job. He was probably thinking about something else – a sandwich, the NFL, how his wife wouldn't give in to his back massage the night before.
But Cymbeline didn't want to be here either.
She'd seen things now, learned so much over the last few weeks, things that made her realise that all this educational bullshit...it didn't matter. There was a great big world out there, ready to be explored.
But here she was – listening to this old crow ramble on in his borderline suicidal tone.
"...which brings us to something truly fascinating," Mr Del Rio whipped the elements poster stuck to the board. "Zinc; atomic number 30 on the periodic table of elements. Zinc has six times…."
Cymbeline's forehead could have made painful contact with the table if it weren't for Mr Del Rio slapping the poster again. Why did he have to be so violent?
Glimpsing over her shoulder to see if Yasmin was still reading that stupid fairytale book, Cloe noticed the sleeping Devlin sister. For fuck's sake.
"That bird tryna beef with me," Dylan, also sitting at the table, chuckled, stealing Cloe's attention away from Cymbeline.
"What?" Cloe asked.
"The bird," Dylan nodded towards the window where a crow was staring right into his soul.
"Dylan, it's a fucking bird. Pay attention," Cloe whispered, leaning forward in her seat.
Dylan sulked, his eyes turning to Mr Del Rio.
"Alright, class. Start your experiments." Mr Del Rio then retired behind his desk, probably going to look for a bottle of liquor in his drawers.
"Cymbeline," Cloe barked.
The redhead finally jolted, her eyes bloodshot from how close she came to slumbering off.
"Turn your brain on. It's time for the experiment." Cloe said as if Cymbeline didn't know that was the point of this lesson.
"Right, yeah," Cymbeline straightened up in her seat.
"Dylan, stop looking at the crow," Cloe scolded the boy.
Indeed, he was looking at the animal again, flipping it off.
"Yasmin," Cloe squinted, "why are you reading fairytale books? How old are we?"
Yasmin flushed, hiding her book behind the chemistry textbook, "They're not exactly fairytales. They're darker…slightly more accurate and believable."
"But they're still fairytales." Cloe teased. "What's this one about? Mermaids?" She tried to peek at the pages.
"Shut up," Yasmin shimmied away, "You wouldn't get it."
"Yasmin?"
Hearing Mr Del Rio's voice, Cloe stopped teasing and put her head in her book.
Yasmin's stomach twisted, trying to hide the book as the teacher crept up behind her.
"That doesn't look like a chemistry book to me." Mr Del Rio put all his energy and dedication into this statement.
Yasmin was about to get her ass handed to her.
But as knocking sounded from the other side of the classroom door, the girl knew some higher power was looking out for her.
The door opened, and in walked Principal Byrne with a young girl following behind.
"Good afternoon, Mr Del Rio," Byrne nodded before looking to the students, "afternoon, class."
A few murmured their hellos, Dylan saying quietly, "Sup, bitch."
Cloe nudged him into silence.
"I just came to introduce you to our new transfer student," this Principal beckoned the new girl forward. "This is Lina. Lina…uhhh…”
"Crawford," the girl answered for him.
Cloe eyed the girl from her seat, taking in those bright green eyes against heavy makeup. Her hair was sleek and black, reaching to her navel, with only a few red streaks running through. She was pulling the whole look off – all that dark eye makeup and mahogany red lipstick standing out against her alabaster skin. Then there was the outfit. Cloe had seen her fair share of fashionable bitches in this school who came so close to violating the dress code. But this girl? She was definitely breaking some rules. Yes, she had her black denim jeans, which was fine. But the rips in the knees? The fishnets underneath? The cropped t-shirt with studded shoulder pads? How was this allowed?
"She's one of those wiccan bitches from TikTok. I know it." Cloe's eyes travelled Lina up and down.
"Bitch, don't make assumptions." Now that she was distracted, Yasmin quickly hid her book.
"I didn't say it was a bad thing," Cloe then raised a brow, "besides, I think you and her would get along pretty well, you and your fairytales."
"Shut up, Cloe. And Dyl'? Close your mouth; you're drooling," Yasmin flicked the boy on the ear.
Having been staring at Lina shamelessly, Dylan hoped she'd answer his telepathic calls to look back at him. But luck wasn't on his side this day. "I don't know, girl. There's something about alternative-looking chicks, you know?"
“Simp,” Yasmin jested.
"I don't know. Maybe she's not into Forever 21 rejects like you," Cloe teased.
As for Cymbeline, who had remained silent since Lina's arrival, she also stared shamelessly, a hot flush of pink staining her cheeks.
She bit her lip, and that's when Lina finally turned her attention away from Mr Del Rio and the Principal…turning her fullest attention right back at Cymbeline. A smile grew on the goth girl's lips.
And Cymbeline reciprocated, maintaining eye contact.
"Ooh, something LGBT is happening," Yasmin whispered, squeezing Cymbeline's shoulders.
Finally, Cymbeline looked away, pretending to be interested in the experiment. Yet, the red blush remained.
"Nah, Cymbeline. You gotta let me talk to her first, a'ight?" Dylan leaned across the table, speaking quietly.
"Ugh, she's not a prize to be won, Dylan," Cymbeline rolled her eyes, briefly glimpsing in Lina's direction as she was led to the desk beside them.
"Well, no offence, Cymb', but sometimes with you, that's what it feels like. A competition," Dylan countered.
"Don't be a sore loser, sweetie." Cymbeline jested.
"Okay, shut up already. Everybody do their equations?" Cloe asked.
"Yep," Dylan said.
"Right here," Yasmin showed her book, proving the fairytale book was long gone.
"Sorry. Kind of forgot," Cymbeline feigned shame.
"Cymbeline," Cloe started. Everyone at the table collectively sighed. This was about to become one of the blonde's legendary tantrums. "Are you crazy? I've gotta get an A on this class!"
"Cloe, relax. It's just one assignment. God," Cymbeline leaned back in her chair, playing with her red locks as she thought of something more interesting. "You need to smoke something."
Cloe was seething, her anxiety not helping the matter. But before losing her shit, she breathed out deeply, her shoulders relaxing. She wouldn't cause a scene…Not yet, at least.
Dylan stole quick glances at Lina, the new girl only noticing the third time.
"So…" Dylan said quietly, deciding he wouldn't let Cymbeline get to Lina before he could, "Do you…listen to Korn…or something like that?"
Lina held his gaze for only two seconds before quickly averting her eyes. Her face was unreadable, yet simultaneously screamed, "Never speak to me again."
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As soon as the bell rang, Breeana practically ran to her locker. She rarely used it, only to store some cheap perfume and tampons for when Mother Nature decided to show up. But only during English class, whilst mindlessly staring at her charm bracelet, did she realise her locker was the only place she had yet to search for the missing charm.
Swinging it open, she found more in there than she remembered – a few textbooks from the year before, forgotten candy that was probably past its expiry date and a few different coloured pens.
But as she rummaged around, there was no charm to be found.
"Fuck," she sighed, setting her tote bag on the ground. The library probably appreciated these old books more than her locker.
As she pulled each one out, she stacked them in her arms until one slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground.
Breeana quickly bent down to retrieve the fallen text, only noticing the black boots on the other side of her locker door and the maroon-taloned hand also reaching for the book. She blushed, quickly standing again as the other person picked the book up.
She began to close the door to get a look at the helpful student, "Ugh, thank you. I appre - -"
And Breeana froze.
The green-eyed girl…the one from Nevra's party…
The one she saw with Cymbeline.
Here she was, still looking down at Breeana like she had at the party – emotionless, yet just the slightest hint of hostility.
The mystery girl held the book out to which Breeana took it. But the youngest Devlin couldn't tear her gaze away from this girl's.
When the book was handed over, the corner of the stranger's mouth curved up into a smirk. She winked. And walked away.
Breeana let her eyes follow the girl as she walked down the hall, unlike the other students around her, in no hurry to get to her next class. The raven-haired girl stopped at the water machine, scooping up her hair in a fist as she dipped her head down to sip the cold water.
"What in the world?" Breeana squinted her eyes. What was with this passive aggression? Had she done something to this girl in the past, something that conjured up an ongoing grudge? Then again, this was the first time she had ever seen the raven-haired teen in school.
Coming to no conclusion as to what was going on with the girl, Breeana gave up. She closed her locker, turning to make it on time for her next class.
But in her hurry, she ran face-first into someone's chest.
"Damn it! I'm so sorry!" Breeana flinched away, having dropped her books again. Ducking down, she gathered them up. Some part of her brain told her she'd look up and see the gothy girl standing before her again, making her giggle.
The person also bent down, helping retrieve the books. "No worries, shawty."
Hearing the voice, Breeana's head whipped up.
Dylan was standing now; therefore, so did she.
"How's it going, Bree'?" Dylan handed the books back. "You ain't texting me. You still got my number?"
Fuck . "Ugh, y-yeah. I've just been, you know, busy, and…stuff," Breeana tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Nah, I feel, girl. School is for the suffering, right?"
"Exactly," Breeana giggled, feeling her cheeks flare up. This was when she should've said her thank you's and moved on. But her feet remained planted. "So…Dylan, I was just wondering if…" she looked away from his eyes for a moment, missing as he caught sight of something down the hallway, "Um…if you're going to - -"
"Hang on a minute," Dylan held his hand up, silencing the girl, "I'll be back in a sec. Wait up on me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Breeana replied dejectedly, not that Dylan heard. He was already walking away from her, all the way down to the water machine, heading straight for the new girl.
Her stomach turned, watching her crush talk to the black-haired beauty, only to be shooed away.
And Dylan didn't come back to her.
Of course…he was into someone that wasn't Breeana.
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"Look at that. Pathetic," Cymbeline laughed, walking down the corridor with Yasmin and Cloe. The sight of Dylan being waved off by Lina provided just the right amount of serotonin she needed.
"Okay, but can we talk about that experiment?" Cloe's brows were furrowed, "We're lucky we made it through to the end."
"Exactly. Nothing to worry about, bitch," Cymbeline stopped at her locker, the scent of Versace perfume wafting out when she opened the door.
"I meant, we're lucky the rest of us knew what to do!"
Yasmin touched Cloe's shoulder, "Girl, chill out."
"You done, Cloe?" Cymbeline fired back, quickly swapping her books over and closing her locker. "Later, bitches."
Before she could get too far, however, Yasmin caught up. "Cymbeline, wait. Look, I know chemistry isn't your favourite subject. And, you know what? Me too. I fucking hate it. I mean, fuck, I bring books to read just to keep it interesting. But I stay with it. And if you don't, you're gonna fail."
Cloe could have fallen to the ground and wept. Thank God for Yasmin.
"Look. I got it from her," Cymbeline's eyes flickered to Cloe and back again, "And now I'm getting it from you. I don't need to hear this lecture again. So get off my back, okay?" She smiled fakely.
Yasmin was silent for a moment. Of all the years she'd known this girl, she'd never heard her talk like this. "Okay, fuck it. What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Cymbeline squinted her eyes.
"Well, I guess, like… You're kind of," and Yasmin sighed, best not to beat around the bush, "Fuck it, you're different. I've noticed it for a while now, the last few weeks, actually. You're just…changed."
Cymbeline laughed through a scoff, "With all due respect, Yasmin, I am almost a legal adult. You think I give a shit about all of this?" She gestured to the school around her. "Shit, that doesn't matter? Do yourself a favour and open your eyes, bitch. Maybe then you won't still be stuck in the mind of a fifteen-year-old." Turning her gaze to Cloe, it was clear that the last part was aimed more at her.
Having said her part, Cymbeline turned again. "Sorry, gotta fly," and she struts down the corridor like a royal queen, too regal to even look at her subjects.
Yasmin and Cloe stood dumbfounded, watching their friend walk down the hallway…
All the way down to meet Lina at the water machine.
Cymbeline embraced the new girl, an embrace too intimate to be between two people who just met each other.
"Yo, does Cymbeline know her?" Dylan rejoined the girls, watching the scene in disappointment.
"I don't know. Maybe?" Cole shrugged, watching Lina wrap an arm around Cymbeline's shoulder, the black-haired girl giggling at something the redhead said. "But…how? She's new."
"I don't know," Yasmin shook her head, finally forcing her gaze away from the situation. "But I'm not wrong, though, right? Something's been going on with her."
Before Cloe could even agree, Dylan just had to speak again, "Y'all, I don't know. She probably just tryna score the chick for the Magnolia Ball."
And the three began to move on in the hallway, saying no more of the matter.
Breeana remained in her place. However, one moment glancing at Dylan, feeling her disappointment worsen, and then looking at Cymbeline and the new girl, adding to all her fears and worries.
The death glares from the new girl…the crushing feeling of being reduced to the smallest being…Cymbeline avoiding Breeana at all costs…Cymbeline being so cruel…
This can't be a coincidence.
As Breeana finally made her way through the hallways, she just couldn't bring herself to go to her next class. She wasn't the type to skip one, but her stomach was in knots at that moment.
This new bitch…She had to be responsible. The first time Breeana met her was at Nevra's party. And so did Cymbeline. But thinking back to that night, Breeana couldn't pinpoint any strange or bizarre behaviour from her big sister.
Then again, maybe that was because Cymbeline was absolutely smashed.
And the day after, yeah, she was a bit on the snappier side. But…hangovers… Yeah. She was just hungover.
But the day after…it was as if a switch had flipped.
Sighing deeply, Breeana's feet stopped beside a glass cabinet filled with pictures and newspaper articles detailing all the school's most notable events. And there in the middle was a picture of Cymbeline, sitting at a beautifully crafted booth, selling a whole bunch of books she collected from the town's only thrift shop. The small store was closing, therefore, would see so many precious items thrown in the trash. Cymbeline would talk about how she wished she could have saved everything. But books were her biggest passion, therefore rescued as many as possible, selling them in the school to raise money for charity.
She inspired many, always so humble when people praised her name.
But was the Cymbeline in the picture the same Cymbeline Breeana saw today?
Breeana raised her hand, touching her fingertips to the glass, sweeping over her sister's face. And she whispered, "I miss you."
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When Melvino called his girls for dinner, Breeana wasn't at all surprised when Cymbeline took her plate and retreated to her room without a word. She also wasn't surprised that her father didn't stop her.
But it still hurt, seeing the man who raised his two daughters alone already so defeated.
As bad as it was at school, having to deal with Cymbeline ignoring her, it was worse at home. Because Breeana would have to see her Dad like this.
Only a few nights before, whilst grabbing a glass of water in the night, she found Melvino sitting on the couch, sobbing quietly. In his hand was a sheet of paper. At first, Breeana had no idea what was on it. But sneaking closer, she recognised it instantly.
A letter twelve-year-old Cymbeline wrote for her father.
The last line always stayed with Breeana.
My Dad is my superhero.
And Breeana rushed back to her room, a choked sob escaping as the door shut.
Now, sitting in front of him at the dinner table, she hated that she could see the red rimming his eyes.
"So, um…" Breeana tucked a pink strand of hair behind her ear before biting into a meatball, "how're things on the other side, Daddy?"
Melvino could barely lift his gaze to her, "Fine."
"Okay."
More silence…
"Well, I watched that Jeffrey Dahmer series," Breeana tried again, "you were right. It's interesting. Messed up, though."
Finally, Melvino met her gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Your Dad's always right."
Breeana returned the smile before playing with her spaghetti again. "And…then I found this documentary about…um, premonitions. It's quite interesting, actually. I mean, do you think we can do that too?" She lifted her head up slightly, searching for any hint of suspicion on her father's face.
"Premonitions?" Melvino sipped from his glass of ice-cold water.
"Yeah. Like, if humans have that sort of power, then maybe… we do too." Breeana tucked her hair behind her ear, twirling her fork and gathering spaghetti.
Melvino stared at his daughter, almost as if he could read her mind. He knew there was something more than just curiosity to these questions, and yet he didn't ask questions. "Like humans, only some do. I've had my fair share of premonitions, but they stopped when I turned twelve." He turned his attention back to his meal before sparing her one more glance, "Why?"
Breeana's demeanour shifted as if she really didn't care about the subject. "Oh, just…was wondering, is all." And she went back to playing with her dinner.
She could have left it at that, choosing to be satisfied with her father's answer. But she was still so curious but also didn't want to raise his suspicions. So later that night, after finishing her nighttime skincare routine, she stared at her reflection.
She focused all her energy on nothing but herself, her head cycling over the images presented to her in her first vision. It made her head hurt and probably wouldn't amount to anything.
But the teenager was still so intrigued by the things she could possibly see – something that would give her answers.
After staring for a whole minute, her eyes grew tired, and it was clear nothing would happen.
"Fuck this," she whispered under her breath.
Clasping her hands over the edge of the sink, she turned her gaze to her bracelet. Still one charm short. Every time she was reminded, she told herself that it was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. She should just accept it and move on. It was just a piece of metal…
And yet her stomach still churned, reminding her of a time so long ago.
Staring at it now, Breeana blinked…
And the images surfaced.
Cymbeline standing in a crowd bathed in neon pink lights. Cymbeline inhaled a white powdery substance into her nostril. Cymbeline dancing in the crowd. Cymbeline blinking with black pools for eyes. Cymbeline kissing an unidentifiable boy. Cymbeline flying. Cymbeline kissing the new girl.
"Stop!" Breeana jolted. With a single blink, she was brought back to the present.
Her chest heaved, eyes wide as the image of her sister making out with that strange girl burned in her brain.
That girl…she had to be responsible for Cymbeline's new attitude.
Breeana was sure of it now.
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