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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 2 months
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Thinking about how the Dregs canonically have a pleasure house but Kaz vehemently had nothing to do with it even when he was involved in the finances of all their other businesses, and that shutting it down was probably one of the first things he did after the coup
See below cut for evidence/quotes and lil smidgen of analysis
In chapter 3 Van Eck calls Kaz “a bawd and a murderer”, to which Kaz replies “I don’t run whores, and I kill for a cause”. Whilst the more obvious implication of this would be that the Dregs isn’t affiliated with a pleasure house, we learn later that this assumption is incorrect. When Kaz pays off her contract Inej believes she’s moving to another house and Heleen replies “Haskell does own a pleasure house, somewhere in the lower Barrel, but you’d be a waste of his money there”, both confirming that the Dregs have a pleasure house and implying that they get very little income from it. Since we know that Kaz is the only one who actually does any work with the finances and that many times it’s been said that the Dregs would collapse without him not only because they would lose a lot of the fear his presence brings but also because they would lose most of their income, it’s fair to assume that the reason this business is unsuccessful is because Kaz refuses to be involved with it. I think that Van Eck’s accusation comes from him looking through the Dregs’ businesses (he has a collection of papers and information on Kaz and reads them during this conversation) and assuming Kaz is involved in all of them, and we can also follow the implication that Kaz is offended by this false accusation since he’s so quick and blunt in defending it during an otherwise lengthy and often philosophical conversation.
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bookishdream · 1 year
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kaz brekker x gn!Inferni!reader
Summary: You and Kaz spending some quality time together
Word count: 1,1k
Being in love with the Bastard of the Barrel was like lighting up a ton of candles, throwing them into a pile and jumping straight into them. It wasn’t easy, it didn’t even look like it would become easy any time soon. But you tried and so did he. 
Kaz cared about you. He showered you with little gifts – a mug of your favourite coffee on your desk when you were working over hours, a compass on your pillow or a single flower in a vase that would always be replaced whenever it started to wither. He didn’t make it obvious that it was from him yet you knew and he was aware that you knew. 
It all started when you came looking for a job. You had been terrified of what could’ve been encountered on the streets of Ketterdam. Not only were you a teenager – already vulnerable because of your age – but also you were Grisha. Inferni to be exact. You had left your home in the western Ravka after you’d lit up your whole village, burning it to the ground along with its inhabitants. You still were scared of whatever untamed power was sleeping in you. 
However, nothing could’ve stayed hidden from Kaz Brekker. He controlled everything that happened in his part of the town, taking notice of a new Grisha roaming Ketterdam’s streets. He’d pulled some strings and somehow you’d wandered into the Crow Club. You’d been shocked, for in your small town there hadn’t been clubs like those you’d seen. Or like this that you had been standing in, exploring its wooden counters, tables for various hazard games, dimmed lights or a staircase that you could’ve only imagined where it led. 
“Are you y/n?” A hoarse voice had said from behind your back. You’d turned around and saw a man your age with his hand placed on a cane, its head looking like it used to belong to some stray crow. “I was wondering how long it would take you to finally come here.” 
“How do you know my name?” You’d questioned your voice no more than a whisper. 
“I have my secrets,” the boy had replied, his cold gaze looking you over. “All you need to know is that we are in need of an Inferni and here you are,” he’d smirked. 
You’d rolled your eyes. Obviously he hadn’t wanted to put you up for a night out of the goodness of his heart. You’d doubted he had a heart at all. 
Since then, you’d been irreplaceable to him. Grisha weren’t popular in Kerch. So you’d stayed, made yourself comfortable and started working with Kaz and his Crows. 
You closed your eyes, sighing deeply. Your head was pounding and your fingers were itching to use some of the magic in you. You’d been so busy all day that you hadn’t even thought about lighting candles in your room. You’d just flipped a switch and started working on the numbers. Not even, what look like ten minutes, the dusk has fallen and your eyes started watering. 
“If you stay a little longer over that, you might smudge the numbers with your tears, love,” the hoarse voice you’ve grown to love said from the threshold. You lifted your head to see Kaz leaning against the wall, his palm still on his cane. He looked like he just came back from whatever he was doing, his hat still on his head and the long coat he adored – even though he wouldn’t admit to liking something – still on his back, buttoned up. 
“It’s okay, I only have one page to finish and I’m done for the night,” you replied tiredly. Your head was still pounding. 
“You look like you’re going to be sick,” he commented, undoing his coat. His ruffled hair was all over the place and you could see the bags under his eyes. 
“The same can be said about you,” you remarked, smirking at him. Kaz only rolled his eyes at you, coming closer to your desk. 
He pulled out his hand towards you and you looked up at him quizzically. When he encouraged you with a slight nod, you took his hand and let him lead you to your bed. He motioned for you to lay down and he did the same on the other side of the bed. He took a deep breath in and started to peel off his gloves from his palms. you watched him in silence, trying to make sense of what he was doing. 
“Have you used your powers today?” Kaz inquired, letting his arm fall beside you, leaving some space between you. 
“No,” you made yourself comfortable on your bed, laying on your side and facing his profile. He looked at you, but remained sitting, propped up against the bedhead. 
“Show me, then,” he pleaded, his face fully turning into your direction. “Your powers, I mean.” 
“You’ve seen me using my powers, Kaz,” you laughed, closing your eyes a little. It felt so good to be close to him. 
“I’ve seen you killing with your powers, but i haven’t seen you just using it,” 
“Well,” you trailed off, lifting your palm a bit. You produced a small flame that was trailing your palm and then your forearm. You could feel the heath of the fire yet it didn’t burn you. It never burned you. You glimpsed at Kaz, and saw that he was in a slight awe. His eyes were widened and his lips were lightly parted. Then, he sent you a look and you knew he wanted to say something. 
“Can–,” Kaz cleared his throat, “Can I try?” 
“Sure,” you scooped a little closer to him, pointing your finger at his palm, “May I? Just say if you want to stop.” 
He nodded his head and lifted his palm, you placed your own onto his. When you heard a sharp intake of breath from Kaz, you were aware that not only you felt the electricity that went through when you touched. You continued looking at him, in order to know when or if you needed to stop. When Kaz was still staring at your connected palms, you constructed another little flame and let it roam around Kaz’s palm and shirt, carefully not to ignite anything. 
“You okay?” You made sure, his demeanour was still the same. He let you touch him for more than a minute now. You looked into his eyes and you saw light in his eyes. 
“It’s really, um–“ he cleared his throat again, “pretty.” 
You laughed at that then you extinguished the flame and came back to your previous position. “Fire has always calmed me down, that’s why I couldn’t produce even a spark after the accident,” 
“We all have our demons,” he replied. “Better for you that you managed to kill yours.”
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grindeldorefanatic · 1 year
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My hard-to-please father walked in on me watching Shadow and bone. He stood there and stared at the screen (Kaz on screen) for a bit and then says, I kid you not, "His face is good. He looks well put together." I am SOBBING-
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talleryn · 1 year
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Ok but this is definitely a conversation that Kaz and Inej have had-
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xjade-lotusx · 1 year
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It's been a good day. I watched Kaz hit people with his cane again
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its-ya-boi-kaz · 2 years
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Kaz: I have a plan
Inej: No murder
Kaz: I have no plan
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jeremysknoxes · 2 years
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do you ever wake up and just go "i love six of crows"
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highlyincorrect · 2 years
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Random Criminal: If you had to choose between Wylan and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?
Kaz: That depends, how much money are we talking about?
Wylan: Kaz!
Random Criminal: 62 cents.
Kaz: I'll take the money!
Wylan, very afraid for his life: KAZ!!!!
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stfulara · 1 year
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lives were changed
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in honor of Kaz's death day I present my favorite Kaz drawings I've done this month
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thewordssfanatic · 1 year
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Not me holding my breath while reading the scene where kaz is replacing the bandage on inejs wrists nd shoulder. Damn the scene is soooo flawlessly written.
Two individuals with a gut wrenching past trying to overcome the ghosts of the experiences and embracing each other one step at a time. Both of them laying themself bare,and being soo vulnerable with each other. Let's not even begin to talk about the trust they have on each other😭 my kanej heart.
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bookishdream · 1 year
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wooden swords
Hi, long time no see :<<. But here I come, after a break, hopefully with some new ideas and a fresh head for sure!
Synopsis: just Kaz being a little annoying bitch, enjoy! CW: none <3
“You’re making it too easy for me, y/n” the infamous bastard of the barrel remarked, when yet again your wooden sword met his. You were out of breath, your lungs felt like they were on fire and every little movement tighten your muscles to an unbearable degree. “Live up to my expectations, love” 
“I don’t think your ego fits in this hideous hat of yours anymore, Brekker” you took a step back, preparing yourself for the next hit. Your feet firmly planted on the ground, back straightened and every single muscle tensed. You lift the weapon again, concentrating and trying to foresee his next move. 
You had been training with Kaz, Dirtyhands Brekker for quite some time. Your first encounter was a rough one, to say at least. You had been brought up in Novyziem and after your parents had thrown you out, with only the clothes on your back, you’d thought that Ketterdam would be a marvelous idea to start all over again. Little did you know that it was a place the devil himself was scared to visit. Or on the contrary, lived in, you still weren’t sure whether Kaz was The Devil. 
When the ship you’d been on finally finished his journey, you’d been more than frightened. Immediately, you’d felt shivers, your anxiety had risen and you’d been off to look for a shelter. After the most tiring wandering, you had noticed a nice clothed gentleman, his attire black, as had been his awful hat. The only sound that could’ve been heard was a systematical clicking of his cane, which also looked quite expensive. Your eyes sharpened, the gears in your mind working quickly, thinking about the most efficient way to obtain some cash, the gentleman looked as an easy target. 
You’d followed him for what felt like every single damn street and nook of Ketterdam, when eventually you’d got close enough to slip your palm into his pocket and– 
“What are you doing, exactly?” the rough material of his glove had connected with your thin wrist, with only one move he could’ve snapped it in half, leaving you with only one good hand. He didn’t look old, nor did he look young. His expression dark and steady, making you shiver. “Do you think of me that low to assume I wasn’t aware of you following me?”
“Honestly, I found you as stupid as any other merchant in this city” you’d tried to keep a calm face and a steady voice, but your breath had been coming out sharply, betraying your calm demeanour. “Your hat is what makes you look foolish” 
His eyes had glowed dangerously at your remark, and you wished you hadn’t spoken a word. Then he smirked. “You have potential, let’s go.”  started walking, leaving you alone in the middle of a dark alley. A dark shape had run in front of your feet, making you squeak, and you quickly had caught up with the mysterious boy. But it was a long time ago, almost a year had passed since Kaz Brekker had let you stay with the Dregs. 
“Y/n, please, we all know that my hats make you swoon” he smirked, paring his sword with yours. Again. You cursed, pushing harder, which came out as fruitless, since Kaz hit your weapon, making you hiss out of pain and let it fall. “I thought I told you not to play with sharp objects” 
“It’s not sharp, you–“ your words cut short, as you felt the tip of his sword on your throat. You swallowed and looked him in the eyes. 
“Do not use this language, young lady.” 
“We’re the same age.” 
“I’m two months older.” his smirk was still on his face, making you really tempted to wipe it off, the sword still unmoving. “Hence, my word is the last word” 
He let the sword fall on the ground with a small thud, putting his fallen hat back on his head. Kaz turned around, taking a few steps ahead. You, on the other hand, lifted the sword from the dirty street and aimed it at his back, jabbing him in his very expensive and pricey coat. “Never turn your back, unless your opponent is dead. That was the first thing you taught me.” It was your turn to smile, just a little. 
Kaz showed you his profile, his cheekbones were highlighted by the warm glow of the street lamps. A little smile was playing in the corners of his lips. “Good job, y/n. Now let’s go and drink, it’s freezing”
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artofoverflowing · 1 year
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imagine thinking you’re some big untouchable indestructible criminal and then getting your eyeball YANKED out of its socket by a pissed off 17 year old boy
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grindeldorefanatic · 1 year
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Yet again with my pauses doing no-one justice 😭
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itsybitsyparker · 1 year
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Man as soon as i pick up a Leigh Bardugo book my Six of Crows hyperfixation just SUCKERPUNCHES me.
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xjade-lotusx · 1 year
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They're going to destroy me
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