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renegadesstuff · 1 year
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At first he called him 'boss' and when he really started to worry he called him 'kaz' 🥺
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cawcawbeech · 2 months
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Jesper letting the other Crows wear his hat 🎩✨ is PEAK ROMANCE. Kaz Brekker with a wonky hat? Yes, just yes. Inej Ghafa with a wonky hat? Love it. Wylan Van Eck with a wonky hat? Beautiful. Nina Zenik with a wonky hat? Gorgeous. Matthias Helvar with a wonky hat? Adorable. Kuwei Yul-Bo with a wonky hat? Thats my man. Jesper could woo whoever he wants and it would make sense. 💖💖💖
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a-map-of-gays · 2 years
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Just a fun reminder that for the first half of six of crows (and by extension, the entire TV show) Kaz, Inej and Jesper are technically a love triangle
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six-robins · 2 months
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It's not my fault the ship name for Kaz and Jesper could be "Jazz", I just pointed it out, don't shoot the messenger.
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lipslover · 3 months
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he shrugged. "kaz trusts me." wylan snorted and picked up his pen. "sure about that?" jesper shifted uncomfortably. of course he wasn't sure about it. he spent far too much of his time guessing at kaz brekker's thoughts. and if he had earned some small part of kaz's trust, did he deserve it?
kaz appeared utterly pleased with himself. and, of course, inej didn't look remotely surprised. she gathered kaz's secrets and kept them as well. jesper tried to ignore the pang of jealousy he felt at that.
kaz could have told jesper that he knew he wasn't dirty, reminded him that he'd trusted him enough to make him his only real second in a fight that could have gone badly wrong tonight. instead, he said, "go on, jesper. there's a line of credit waiting for you at the crow club. play till morning or your luck runs out, whichever comes first."
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livsoulsecrets · 2 years
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Jesper: If I let anything happen to Inej, I wouldn't be able to live with myself
Jesper: Of course I wouldn't have to, because Kaz would kill me
Jesper: But still.
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vole-mon-amour · 5 months
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i can't really explain or elaborate, but I always thought of Kaz as a top. this ship is way more than sex to me (i don't think I ever think of them in terms of sex?) it's the emotional connection, the trauma processing, so he NEEDS to be in control.
mentally in control.
The Boss. The Bastard of The Barrel.
i just know that Jesper lets Kaz take his time. I know he lets Kaz get closer and reach the point where they're both comfortable at Kaz's pace.
despite his constant fidgeting, Jesper is actually really good at being patient and waiting. when it comes to Kaz, he'll do it. whatever that might be, he will do it—for the both of them.
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freddycarterus · 1 year
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OK so I didn't get the JAZ moments that I was hoping for, but I completely understand why.
HOWEVER........... who was the one person to make him smile?
WHO???? 🖤🖤
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sissytobitch10seconds · 3 months
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Febuwhump 7: Quiet, For Once
Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows Summary: Blood is easy to hide when you're covered in someone else's. Warnings: Blood, wounds, gang violence, hiding injuries, possible/implied character death, and heavy mental angst Word Count: 1,590 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker/Jesper Fahey
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In their line of work, things went wrong quite often. Blood, gore, and viscera were something that was unfortunately common for them to see. It was standard for each person to help the other back to a safe location and then to vie for the attention of whatever medik or Healer had managed to be secured for that job. They worked with each other to make sure that they were safe and then became greedy for the real help that would prevent death.
Kaz had seen it more times than he could count and yet it would never fail to make his heart stutter in his chest when he realized that it was happening to one of his Crows. He had seen Matthias almost die when he had been shot during the Van Eck job, he had seen Nina laid out by a poison that had helped her body for only a short time, he had seen Inej almost bleed out on the ship in the belly of a boat, and he had seen Wylan on his knees with hand prints covering his pale swan neck.
Nothing would ever compare to the way that it felt to find Jesper as he had now.
He could barely even remember the point of the job. He was fairly certain that it had been a favor that the King of Ravka had called on them for, something that would promise them a lot of money and even more notoriety. Kaz was not only greedy for kruge, after all. It was something that was going to require a lot of stealth and the talent that Jesper had tried hiding away until he had gotten married to a Grisha from the Second Army. They had snuck away in the night so that they could complete the tasks assigned to them and then returned in a sight worse than Kaz had seen them in for a long time.
Nina had already collapsed down onto the couch in the front room of the boarding house that the royal couple had placed them into. She was being fawned over by Inej, the one that knew how to suture a wound, and Wylan, the only one that could actually take instruction when one of their own was ill like this.
Kaz had wandered down the hall so that he could find them something to clean up the blood. He knew that the innkeeper that had leased them the rooms would be very upset to find that they had soaked all the way through his couch, after all. He figured it would be a better use of his time than standing over Nina and fretting like he always did when one of his Crows was sick. It was a task that would be useful in the end and remove himself from Inej and Wylan’s way. Matthias could take the job of being underfoot.
The bulletwound in Nina’s arm was a big enough gash that he had completely forgotten about the fact that Jesper had strayed into the same house and had faced the same end of the weapon. He knew that his husband was far better at redirecting metal and would have been more likely to come out unscathed, but it was possible he was being a giant idiot about it all.
Jesper had never been like the other Dregs or even the other Crows. When he had gotten injured after his first month on the job, he had sat sullenly near the kitchen counter while waiting for the medik that they had hired to finish with the others. The wound that he had sustained on his head led to a concussion and him being out of commission for a good long while. Kaz had half assumed that the concussion was the reason that he hadn’t spoke up to try and get some attention on himself, at least until the next time that Jesper had been hurt. He had nearly shattered the bones in his ankle and yet hadn’t said anything until the others had all been seen to. 
He had an insanely high pain tolerance, which meant that he didn’t have to cry out for the strong alcohol that the Dregs usually shared when they were trying to cope with cuts and bruises. He had also grown up on a farm, which meant that he knew at least somewhat how to set a bone and deal with his own injuries until someone else could.
Kaz was still standing in front of the linen closet of their rented rooms. His dark eyes bore down into the fluffy white towels as he replayed those facts over and over again in his mind. He knew what they meant, what they could lead to. He knew his husband inside and out, even if Jesper let his own brain run away so that no one else could understand how it worked.
He could feel his stomach drop out from under him and the adrenaline shoot through his veins at the same time. He left his cane leaned up against the built ins without a second thought as he darted towards the bathroom. He banged on the door with one hand while pushing against it with his shoulder. “Jesper! Jesper, open the fucking door,” he snarled. His voice was harsh and raspy because of the stress of the day but it only sounded more like a demon now that he was shouting.
He grunted as he felt no give, which meant that the thing was locked. Now that he had been given no response from the man inside, he dropped down to his knees. A simple flick of his wrist brought the lockpicks he always had stashed in his sleeves out into his hand. He shoved them into place and acted like the Queen of Ravka herself was going to bite his head off if he didn’t get the door open. Something much, much worse might happen if he failed at his task, he reminded himself.
Kaz finally got the lock to click and then flung the door open. He didn’t even bother trying to raise to his feet before he shoved himself through the doorway and into the bathroom.
Just as he had feared, Jesper was laying on the floor of the bathroom in a puddle of quickly growing blood. His white shirt and green pants had already been doused in the stuff when he had returned home with their wife, but Nina was squirming so much that they had all assumed that it was her’s. Now that his face was visible after that stupid hat had been taken off, Kaz could see that his lips were ashy and his eyes were glassy. The blood spreading out form under him into a large circle would have been proof enough of that without the rest of the symptoms.
“You stupid, stupid-” Kaz gasped as he shuffled over to his husband. He didn’t pay any attention to the sticky red mess clinging to his knees as he wrapped his arms around Jesper to bring him up slightly.
“Come on, Kaz, you’re quicker with your tongue than that,” Jesper winced.
“Shut up, you’re dying, I can’t think of something to say to you other than the fact that you’re dying!” he nearly screamed. He turned towards the door. “Inej! Wylan! Someone come help!”
“I’m sorry, Kaz,” Jesper whispered. His voice was just as hoarse and scratchy as Kaz’s was when he had spent the entire day shouting at the other Dregs. It made Kaz wonder how long he had been in there screaming or repressing noises for.
“Where are you hit?” he demanded. He gently placed his husband back down on the ground and then began the laborious job of trying to undo twenty buttons with shaking hands.
“Chest, s’upper right quadrant,” Jesper gasped out. The hand furthest away from Kaz raised up so that he could gesture vaguely at it like that would somehow help.
Kaz eventually ended up wrenching the two pieces of fabric away from each other, sending buttons flying everywhere. “Shit, fuck, Jes,” he whispered as he saw the actual scene in front of him. The bullet had entered just to the left of Jesper’s shoulder so that it had shattered his collarbone, but there was another wound underneath that. There were two wounds that weren’t bleeding at the same rate because the other man’s binder had managed to act as a sort of tourniquet despite the garment being ruined.
“We’re going to get you help, we’re going to figure this out,” Kaz whispered. Despite himself, he reached up and cupped Jesper’s face with his hand just to remind himself that his husband was still there.
“Probably not, I think,” Jesper groaned as he let his gray eyes fall shut in a grimace. “At least I didn’t go out because I was a Grisha.”
“No, you went out because I love you,” Kaz whispered. “No, fuck this, you’re not dying. INEJ!”
He heard footsteps on the wooden ground of their hotel before the aforementioned woman appeared in the doorway. Her eyes widened almost comically when she saw the blood before she sprinted away. He knew that he was getting her suture kit and the others to come and help him repair their husband, but he couldn’t help but feel that he had been abandoned. He was left with Jesper, who was bleeding out in his arms because he hadn’t valued his own life enough to tell them that he had been wounded too.
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caveatscriptor · 1 year
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Jesper's shoulders bunched, but he didn't back down. “I made a mistake. I let my bad get the best of my good, but for Saints’ sake, Kaz, how long are you going to make me pay for a little forgiveness?”
"What do you think my forgiveness looks like, Jordie?"
"Who the hell is Jordie?"
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom
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renegadesstuff · 5 months
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I NEED THAT SCENE! 😩🥹
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9firefly9 · 9 months
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can you write kaz x jesper if kaz gets a sensory overload and jesper finds him and helps him?
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We’re not alone
So I’ve never experienced a sensory overload and I’ve never seen someone experiencing one, so I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing throughout this entire fanfiction lol. So I apologize if this is very wrong. I did really like trying to write the fanfiction though! So thank you for sending it to me 😊! I know you asked for Kaz x Jesper but this fic kinda went off and did it’s own thing without my permission, so it’s not as ‘lovey-dovey’ between the two of them as I was planning to do, so sorry about that 😅. I hope you enjoy it anyways!
How did I get here? How could this happen to me? I think bitterly, as I stare at where my skin was touched.
I could feel my laboured breaths becoming faster and faster as I began to panic. People were everywhere. Somehow I had found myself in the middle of a crowd when only a few moments ago there was almost no one around me.
I could feel their shoulders bumping mine. Skin touching my skin.
It felt like their hands were rapping around me. Choking me.
It felt like my entire body was screaming at me to get out. It was too much. Everything is too much!
Their laughs are like needles jabbing into my brain.
I needed to get out of here!
I remember running to the nearest place I could get to that would provide me with privacy. That just so happened to be the bathrooms inside The Crow Club.
The lights inside seem so bright. Realistically I knew that all the lights were turned off and that the only light was a gentle glow from the stained window, but it felt like it was mocking me as I pressed my hands over my eyes to block the light.
I pressed my body against the cold walls of the bathroom and sighed as the cold helped slow my racing heart a bit.
As I let out a shaky breath, I drag my body down the wall and curl into myself as tightly as I can. Begging myself to calm down.
Why can’t I just be normal? Why can’t I be like everyone else?
Why can’t I touch my friends? Why can’t I touch Inej? Why am I so weak compared to everyone else!
I can feel my eyes burn with tears as my thoughts begin to spiral.
“Kaz?” Called a voice, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I can feel panic clawing at my chest. My heart feels like it’s going to explode.
No. No. No! Nobody can see me like this! Please, please, just go away!
“Kaz, are you okay?” A concerned voice spoke from the doorway of the bathroom, and I realized the voice belonged to Jesper.
I opened my mouth to tell him to go away but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make any words come out.
I can feel sweat coating my forehead as I realize there was no way to get out of this. No way to make Jesper go away. No way to pretend I’m fine when I’m not.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jesper asked reaching out for me.
“NO!” I scream and scramble backwards feeling my head thump against the bathroom wall, not caring as pain seeps into the back of my head. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me…” I repeat over and over again, unable to stop.
I briefly see the hurt look on Jesper’s face and instantly feel guilty but I can’t stop.
He knows not to touch me. But I still see the look of hurt on his face everytime I avoid his touch.
I press my head to my knees as I bring my knees even closer to my chest.
I hear Jesper sigh and hear ruffling from beside me.
When I look up I see Jesper sat beside me, with his head resting against the wall and his eyes closed.
I feel myself begin to smile as I realize he’s not going to push me to talk or ask questions. He just wants to keep me company.
I look over at the window and immediately regret it. The light feels like it’s burning into my eyes. I quickly bury my head in my knees as my head begins to ache. From the light or from me smacking my head against the wall earlier, I’m not sure.
As I feel myself begin to panic again I hear soft taps against the floor, accompanied by soft humming.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I turn my head to the side and see it’s Jesper. His voice is actually quite nice.
It’s comforting.
I let out a sigh of relief when I realize some of my panic has gone away. When I see the distance between us and realize that no one is touching me.
We sit there not talking, not looking at each other. We just sit there in the comfort that we’re not alone.
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taking-whats-not-yours · 10 months
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hey so there’s this fic I love it’s really insanely whumpy but it does a really good job of being not too OOC, but just enough so you get what you want basically, also I don’t read these often but it’s platonic!Kazper it’s called noble occupations, by murdertheycrow on AO3, named after that one verse of My Alcoholic Friends by The Dresden Dolls, it just- AGH. (I love it a lot)
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I MAY HAVE BROKEN MY BONES BUT IT WAS WORTH IT!!!!!
No i will not elaborate
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mcntsee · 9 days
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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livsoulsecrets · 2 years
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Kaz: I have to leave for a while on dregs business. I’ve left you all with notes of instruction for while i'm away
Jesper: Uh, I think you’ve made a mistake, mine just says, “Jesper, no”
Kaz: You can apply that to any situation
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