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iamthemain-character · 1 year

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Sankt Milo

platonic! The Crows x reader

gender neutral pronouns (reader is referred to as “you” and the occasional “Y/n”)

TW: show-based, non-canon compliant, 2014-Avengers-Tower-fic-type of writing

a/n: milo is my favorite character. that’s all.

Shadow and Bone Masterlist

You had been absent for almost a week.

Sunday afternoon, you simply disappeared from the club and hadn’t returned since. The only reason the Crows hadn’t completely panicked yet was because you had left notes for all of them saying you had to leave but you would return (each with a special indication that you did not write this as you were being kidnapped). Nonetheless, The Crow Club felt emptier without you, and each member missed you terribly.

It was storming late that Friday, and after closing the club post-another successful night, all 6 crows were gathered around a table, enjoying a drink together. With a clap of thunder the group heard the back door slam open, then shut again. Everyone drew their weapons, hearing heavy footsteps slosh their way across the wooden floors. A figure, cloaked in shadow, stopped in the entryway from the storage rooms, and everyone waited with baited breath to strike.

With a flash of lightning, the figure’s shadows were cast aside, revealing you. A very drenched and bedraggled you, but you nonetheless.

“Y/n!” 5 voices cried out.

“Milo!” Jesper’s voice carried over the others, for even more astonishing than your return was the furry, black and white animal you carried in your arms.

The Zemeni man quickly crossed the room, but not without Nina, Inej, and Wylan on his heels. The latter three took your hands, throwing a dry blanket over your shoulders and Jesper carefully took the goat from your arms, pressing kisses to it’s head over and over.

“Oh Milo, I have thought of you every day.”

The group helped you sit down at the table, bringing more towels and blankets, and Kaz pouring you a strong drink. But despite your shivering, you couldn’t help the smile that cracked across your face as you watched your friend reunited with his emotional support goat old friend.

Wylan turned to you, an incredulous look on his face. “That’s Milo?”

Nina and Matthias had matching confused expressions on their faces, but it was Nina who spoke up. “So did you disappear without a trace for the goat or was that just a happy accident? Also why is Jesper in love with a goat?”

With a laugh, some help from Inej, and some quips from Kaz, you told the newer Crows of the treacherous and disastrous journey the group had taken through The Fold and how Jesper had formed a trauma-bond with this particular goat.

Jesper came back to your table, Milo still clutched in his arms, just as you were explaining yourself.

“Jesper was so sad to say goodbye to Milo, and I just wanted to get him back. But I didn’t want to tell you guys that’s what I was doing in case I wasn’t successful. But thankfully that sweet barmaid had sent him to her father’s farm, and I was able to buy him back.”

“Please tell me you didn’t spend too much for that goat.” Kaz’s voice cut, head turned with his classic look of disapproval.

No longer able to be scared by Dirtyhands, you waved him off. “No price is too much for our little Milo.” With a smirk you turned back to the club owner, “Perhaps we should rename this place The Goat Club?”

The table roared with laughter at the pure look of disgust upon Kaz’s face at your simple suggestion. Inej reached across and scratched Milo’s chin, a smile upon her face. “That’s not so bad, after all, Milo is like our own little Saint.”

Nina clasped her hands together, delighted at the Suli girl’s suggestion. “Sankt Milo! Oh how perfect. I am all for the changing of the name.”

Kaz’s voice broke through the laughter. “We are not changing the name, and we are not keeping it.”

Despite what he said, Wylan found himself grateful for Jesper’s arms around him as they fell asleep, because otherwise the former feared he would have fallen of the edge of the bed. Somehow, one small goat seemed to take up half the bed.

And even though Kaz swore that the goat would be sold in the morning, everyone turned a blind eye when he placed a plate of waffles down for Milo in the morning.

That was, everyone turned a blind eye until Nina realized they were her waffles.

#shadow and bone #season 2 shadow and bone #netflix shadow and bone #the crows #six of crows #the crow club #sankt milo #milo the goat #jesper fahey x reader #kaz brekker x reader #inej ghafa x reader #wylan van eck x reader #nina zenik x reader #matthias helvar x reader #the crows x reader

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 3 months

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Parks and Rec quotes x Six of Crows characters probably part one but this is longer than originally intended bc I didn't want to cut any of them

Jesper: When they say 2% milk, I don’t know what the other 98% is

Matthias: Any dog under 50 pounds is a cat, and cats are pointless

Nina: Guys love it when you can show them that you’re better than them at something they love

Kaz: Cats and dogs should be rewarded for not being people. I hate people

Inej: Oh, I have a medical condition alright. It’s called CARING TOO MUCH! And it’s INCURABLE!

Wylan: I’m fine. It’s just that life is pointless and nothing matters and I’m always tired

Nina: We need to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, and work. Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn’t matter, but work is third

Kaz: I once worked with a guy for three years and never learned his name. Best friend I ever had. We still never speak sometimes

Jesper: I’m allergic to sushi. Every time I eat more than 80 sushi, I barf

Kaz: I just slept seven hours, which is twice as long as I usually sleep, so I’m a little disoriented

Wylan: One time my refrigerator stopped working; I didn’t know what to do. I just moved

Jesper, holding up a dishevelled stop motion figurine: Could a depressed person make this!?

Inej: *concerned blinking*

Nina: There’s never been a sadness that can’t be cured by breakfast food

Jesper: Time is money; Money is power; Power is pizza; Pizza is knowledge - let’s go!

Jesper: If I keep my body moving, and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair

Nina: I have several men in rotation. One’s waiting for me in the car. Don’t worry I rolled the window down for him

Kaz: I like saying no. It lowers their enthusiasm

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 11 months

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Prompt: “I can’t believe you!”

For Matthias x Reader please!!

BABE I LOVE YOU BUT MY WRITING SKILLS ARE LIMITED AND I DON'T KNOW IF I DO MATTHIAS JUSTICE. BUT HERE I GO TRYING ANYWAY

How Do I Do This? - Matthias Helvar

Content Warnings: Jealousy By Oliva Rodrigo Plays LOUDLY In The Background. Not Proof/Beta Read, We Die Like... Well...

"Long coat, green shirt," Jesper says, not looking up from the drink he is holding in his hand.

"I really think I'm not the best suited to this task," you argue.

"It's some slight of hand, that's all, you've got this, besides if you get yourself into trouble, I've got your back, that's what I am here for," Jesper assures you. But that doesn't feel the most reassuring. When Kaz said he was sending you in with backup, you'd pictured Inej, or maybe Rotty. It's not that you didn't have faith in the sharpshooter, it's more that you were aware of just how easily he got distracted.

"Jesper, does it have to be tonight?" You ask, weighing up the inconvenience you'll cause to Kaz with the possible negative outcomes of this mission.

"Come on, I've got you covered, the chances of him noticing you at all are low, and the chances of this going wrong, so unlikely."

So naturally things went wrong.

"I can't believe you," Jesper laughs, as you both saddle up to the side of the slat. Laughing enough that you're short of breath. Kaz and Matthias are stood by the door, which surprises you, Matthias hasn't been free long, and his dislike of Kaz hasn't lessened at all. He usually stays as far away from the Demjin as possible. But, you assume, he was waiting for you, just like Kaz is.

"It was a panic response," you say quickly.

"It was a stroke of genius, and a long shot but it was brilliant," Jesper says.

"You took longer than expected," Kaz says, voice flat.

"Ran into unexpected difficulties," you explain.

"Radmakker, caught our little light hands here before the approach," Jesper says. Kaz throws you a look, uncertain as to how you're standing in front of him if you got pinched before the job was even really started.

"You wouldn't be smiling if you failed," Kaz points out, "you've got enough sense for that."

"Turns out Radmakker, has got a type," Jesper says grinning, teeth on display as he looks back to you.

"I flirted, he flirted, he put his hands on me, I picked his pocket, he left to buy me a drink, I just left," you explain. You feel Matthias's gaze on you, heated.

He doesn't mean to be angry, he cannot justify the fact that he is. His feelings for you have been complicated for a long time. And he has tried to bury them, to rationalise them away, but nothing has worked. He feels spelled by you, and he does not want to look too closely at that thought. It makes him feel confused in ways he hasn't known before. There are things he was convinced he could never do, would never do, that no amount of circumstance could put him in a corner to which he would bend against the rules and routine he was raised to believe in. Yet he would do them all for you in a heartbeat.

You were not the kind of person he should be feeling this way about, he knew that, he knows that, and yet when you stand in front of him, smile still on your lips from a job well done, a job that he is trying not to think too much about, a job that had you pressed up against a mark and all doe-eyed for the performance, he feels like something is going to break.

"Well, as long as you got what we needed," Kaz says simply, showing no sign that he is disappointed or impressed, there is no way in telling which way the wind will blow when it comes to Kaz Brekker. "Then I suppose that's a job done and the rest of the night is your own."

Kaz wastes no time with pleasantries or goodbyes and turns around, cane tapping on the stone as he walks. Jesper tries to sway you into getting a drink with him, but the look in Matthias's eye makes you smile politely and send the sharpshooter away.

“I can’t believe you!” Matthias says, voice tight, not waiting for Jesper to be entirely out of view.

"Look I got the job done," you explain.

"At what cost, you put yourself in a bad situation," he says. You roll your eyes.

"I've been around the barrel long enough to know what type of man I can handle and what type I can't," you retort.

"What if he had kept pursuing you?"

"He didn't."

"What if he did."

"I would've handled it."

"How?"

"However I saw fit Matthias," you say, voice snapping slightly with irritation.

"And if he had tried to kiss you?" He asks.

"No one is trying to kiss me Matthias."

"Plenty are thinking about it, I can see it, and I bet he was no different," Matthias folds his arms over his chest. You can see he isn't mad at you, not really. He was worried and more noticeably he is jealous.

"Matthias Benedik Helvar," you say, staring into those icy blue eyes of his, holding your ground without hesitation, "are you... jealous?"

"I was trained Drüskelle," he reminds you, as if the muscular stature, the tall stance and the assured pride he holds himself with would let you forget. "There is no place for jealousy in a warrior."

"You are jealous," you say and try not to laugh. "That's... interesting."

"It is not," he says, "because I am not jealous, I am concerned."

"Concerned?" you ask. He gives a slight nod, trying to keep himself as composed as he can, trying to look like that soldier he once was, unphased by it all. "Okay, I appreciate your concern but it's entirely unfounded. I can handle myself."

"You shouldn't have to," he responds. Had those words fallen from another man's lip you might have hit them for it, but this was Matthias, you knew Matthias, better than you cared to admit, better than he would likely like you to know him. This wasn't coming from a place of judgement of your capability, but instead of a place of care, a care that was hard to come by, especially growing up in the barrel.

“If anybody were to kiss me, I would want that person to be you," you say trying to make the sentence seem as casual as possible. "So no one else need bother."

Matthias's eyes snap down to meet yours and you look up at him, like a painting, unwilling to give anything away, completely unchanged. "You say things," he says.

"I do," you admit, giving him a nod, "and right now, I am going to continue to say things, like how I think you should kiss me."

"You are insufferable," Matthias says, his eyes flicker to your lips. There is a smugness that grows in your lips and you look away, feeling like you've won something.

"But you thought about it wolf boy," you say, "and you won't stop thinking about it now."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #matthias helvar #matthias helvar x reader #matthias x reader #six of crows matthias #matthias fanfic #matthias fic

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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DREAMS-k.b x gn! reader

Okay! Last day of this event and final fic that’s coming out before I run back into my little writer cave and start figuring out a balance between novel writing, requests, and managing to keep myself together when the chaos starts picking up in these next few months. Requests will likely start coming out in the upcoming week, though if not then, it’ll be around the middle of the week after. Thats a pretty rough estimate because I have no actual idea how busy my life is gonna get by the time that April hits, but we’ll see.

I meant to post this yesterday but by the time I’d remembered, it was four in the morning and I was tired as hell because my brain cannot handle staying up any later than three thirty unless I’ve gotten a nap or two in beforehand lol.

Fic type- I’d,, I’d classify this as fluff with angsty undertones? Maybe slight hurt/comfort, I honestly can’t really say

Warnings- mentions of drowning, mentions of death, mentions of heights (reader has a fear of them because I projected a teeny tiny bit lol) and mentions of falling

Over the two weeks leading up to the final ten days of winter, Kaz Brekker had been experiencing dreams.

They weren’t his normal dreams of darkness, dreams that had him convinced he’d spent his sleeping hours in the depths of the Fold, nor were they the nightmares that occasionally waltzed back through his subconscious to remind him of all that he’d lost, all of the things he had to lose.

They were weird dreams, to say the least of it. He would find himself talking to someone whom he’d never met in some of them. He knew more about a person who did not exist than he knew of some of the newer recruits into the Dregs. He knew more about a person who did not exist than he knew of even those who’d been in the Dregs for more than two months, even those who’d been there longer than five or six.

Others were a lot like his occasional nightmares. He would find himself talking to the person he’d never met one moment, find himself drowning in the next. He would find the person his subconscious had made up for him to his right, drowning but looking more at peace with it than he had.

“How long have they been a thing?” Jesper asked shortly after Kaz had accidentally alluded to the dreams whilst talking to him and Inej. They were heading to Fifth Harbor, where they would meet in a cafe, negotiate the terms of ownership for a building that had once been Dime Lions owned but was to be owned by the Dregs since Pekka had left.

“Nearly two weeks,” Kaz said. “Why?”

“Ravkan legend,” Inej said. “Suli legends have come from it, so I know what Jes is referencing.”

“It’s not a legend,” Jesper said. “It’s a phenomenon. The fact that it’s gift from the Ravkan saints, the idea that it was given to the Suli by their ancestors, is where the myth and legend aspects come in. Nina talked about it after the Ice Court, I think. Mentioned that she’d been having dreams about Matthias and then it felt like they were soulmates? There is literal scientific evidence behind it. The dreams are supposed to be a kind of prologue.”

“Prologue to what?”

“A life with someone whom the universe deems your other half,” Inej said. “Your confidante, your strength when you are weak. It’s said to be a gift from the saints, one only given to those who are deemed worthy.”

Kaz scoffed. The idea seemed ludicrous to him. Why would he, someone who’d spent the broader half of his life committing more crimes than he could ever be redeemed for, end up with a soulmate? Why would the saints think to give him one, if not an attempt to change his character?

“I am not worthy of saintly gifts,” Kaz said.

Jesper shrugged. “We know that. The saints probably know as much, too, but you were chosen at random.”

“Not everyone in a relationship knows that the person they’re with is their soulmate,” Inej added. “The prologue, Jesper called it, is a two week grace period before you meet them. You skip the get-to-me questions in your waking hours by having to deal with them in your sleeping ones. Your subconscious sets the scene, and you just have to deal with it. Be grateful, Kaz. You might not think yourself deserving, but the saints, for some reason, do.”

“And what if you’re wrong?” Kaz asked.

Jesper shrugged, and Inej followed with the same.

“Then the saints have chosen someone different, and you may be right about the fact that you do not deserve their gifts at all,” Inej said. The trio walked into the cafe where the negotiations were to occur, and Kaz let the matter rest.

A week later, the dreams continued, and Kaz continued to wonder what their root was, tried to pinpoint some reason that they kept on. Some part of him had begun believing Inej and Jespers words about the phenomenon, and after a bit of reading, Kaz may have found himself a religious man after all, though he did keep to pessimistic habits rather than give in to the slightest hint of optimism.

Then, on the day of the seventeenth of March, Kaz found himself yearning to go to the bookstore that’d opened up near the East Stave. He’d read all of the books that lined the shelves he kept in his office, and he needed something new. He’d never been much of a reader as things were, so it really shouldn’t’ve concerned him that he’d read all of the books he’d owned, but on that particular day, it did.

He worried for the off chance that he would find himself with off time and choose to spend that time reading a book, only to find that each book on his shelves had been read two or three times already, so he gave in. He walked through the East Stave until he was finally in the bookstore and could breathe again.

“You don’t seem like the reader type,” came the voice of someone Kaz knew had to be the owner. “I mean that respectfully, of course. Businessmen and criminals who dress like them are normally the ones doing the writing.”

Kaz blinked a bit startled as he realized that the voice sounded familiar. It sounded like the voice of the person he’d been hearing in his dreams.

The person who’s favorite book was by an author who’d been dead for centuries, though the book had never quite become a classic like plenty of the others. The person who yearned for a life in the countryside, the person who loved the rain and, despite their yearning for a quiet life of many beautiful sunsets in a place unaffected by light pollution, loved the city.

“I’m not,” Kaz said. “Not normally. I’ve read all of the books on my shelves. Thought I’d come round, pick up something for the next time I have time to spend reading a book.”

Kaz turned to look at you, and the realization came twice.

Oh. It was you, after all. The person with whom he’d spent more than fifty of his dreaming hours. The person with whom he’d conversed, the person whom he occasionally dreamt about losing.

Oh. It was you, after all. The person who knew how Kaz took his coffee, the person who helped him figure out plans for heists when he was stuck and could not stop thinking about it even in dreams, the person whos laugh Kaz would’ve died to listen to even once in person.

“I’ve read the Ravkan tales of phenomena,” you said. “I’ve listened to Suli people talk about it and how they consider it a gift, not from their saints, but from the people who came before them. I’ve listened to the Zemeni talk about it like it is the most sacred thing known to humanity. I’ve seen the Kaelish people discuss the dreams like they are fictious. I’ve read read equations written out in some attempt to understand it by a couple of Shu Hans old kings and queens, and I’ve seen the Kerch people try to monetize it relentlessly since I came last week. All of them describe a feeling.”

Kaz nodded. He’d read up on it, too. “The feeling when two souls meet after so long spent talking in dreams. It feels like--”

“Like you already know your soulmate. The dreams are what that’s for,” you said. “You learn about them what it is that you need to know, what the universe wants you to know, and then you meet them and you learn the rest of it.”

“The purpose of the dreams is to get the ‘get-to-know-me’ Q&A out of the way, and that’s done well enough,” Kaz said. “The meeting is the part where you realize that the saints, the universe, whoever it was that decided to pair soulmates together, were right. You look at them and you just know, beyond any rationale. You look at them, and you think--”

“The universe did not get this wrong,” you said.

Kaz nodded. “Yeah. You and your fear of heights recognize that well enough.”

You shot him a very pointed look. “This from the man who has had me drowning several nights in a row the past week.”

The dreams wherein Kaz was drowning and panicked, but you were relaxed, like you knew your time had come and you were accepting the death that awaited. Kaz had felt much the same in the dreams wherein both of you fell, calm and collected even though all that he could feel around him was air as he rapidly moved toward the ground.

He met your gaze, letting a smirk grace the right side of his lips.

“Well then, it’s lovely to meet you. My name is Kaz Brekker. I don’t recall ever having introduced myself in our sleeping hours.”

“Y/N,” you introduced. “It’s your lucky day, Mr. Brekker. Soulmates get a half-off discount. Store wide.”

Kaz scoffed. “Lucky me,” he said. “Looks like I’ll be coming round often, then.”

You laughed, and Kaz felt his heart give a flutter. “Can’t wait.”

Kaz hummed. “Nor can I, so it seems.”

It was the start of the best thing that Kaz Brekker would ever have, the start of something incredible.

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

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 16 days

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OC INTRO.

Get to know:Illarya

Full name: Illarya Juliette Penelope Kane. Illarya Kane,shortened.

Age: 20

Birthday: 21st of December: The winter solstice.

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Year: First year,cadet.

Dragon: Female Crimson Morningstar.

Dragon name: Vastranaar-Vastra shortened.

Dragon age: A little over 100.Described as being a little older than Tairneanach.Though black dragons were the rarest of types,a crimson morningstar is even rarer: "Crimson one?Oh,do you mean Vastranaar?No.Keep a distance.She never chooses.And may Malek have mercy on the one that does get picked by her,if someone ever will be,because she certainly will not." - Professor Kaori

Hair color: dark red - "With hair as red as the prettiest and richest freshly bloomed roses."- Bodhi Durran

Eye color: ice blue,with deeper sapphire flecks in them and the same color of sapphire manifested as a ring around the pupil.

Skin color: pale,milky white - "With skin as pale as marble milk and as flawless as porcelain.And her skin shone luminous and pale, as if it drank light from the moon itself and yet it wasn't sickly pale." - Rhiannon Matthias

Body type: Though described as average height,she has enough curves.Her chest is a bit on the larger size,but fits her complexion.On the lower part of the body,she has relatively medium thighs,though a bit thick,and a slim waist,fitting on the hourglass category and is rather toned,but not overly so.

Height:5"5' tall.Approx. 165 in cm.

Hair: her hair is dark red,but in texture and lenght it is smooth and silky,healthy,although some would be surprised when she said her hair was naturally thay color.It was also much of a surprise to some at its volume.Though it is very wavy,it resembles a waterfall of red silk falling.It reaches around her lower back,hence the term waterfall due to its lenght,being on the longer part,and is voluminous all around,framing her face and features in a way some would describe as perfect.Her hair color is considered odd,and she stands out among the crowd due to it,but also due to her eyes.

She often wears her hair in a low ponytail,though it is not tied too tightly and it's a bit loose,but still enough.That is most times,as in classes,out of training and flight,etc.The other times,she wears it loose when she is out of training and in her free time,and during training or flight classes,she braids it,to secure it.

Her aesthetic:

Her hobbies:

Her signet(s): First signet,known:Illusion manipulation-includes:(Hallucikinesis, Hallucination Manipulation, Mirage Manipulation, Illusion Casting, Illusive Reality Manipulation.) And the additional,nightmare illusion,which allows her to bring someone's greatest fears/nightmares to life in the form of hallucinations or illusions,effectively allowing her to shatter their minds by them going insane or collapsing due to the sickening sensations.

Second signet,unknown,likely inherited from an acestor but is yet to be found out which one,as her family is unknown.Second signet:weather manipulation (not restricted only to storms.Can conjure all types of natural phenomena,and anything that relatea to weather,not being restricted only to a certain element or area.)

Extra: is extremely skilled in barrier conjuring or generally defense - physical and magical.

Strenghts:

Versatility: With mastery over illusion manipulation, she can manipulate perceptions, create intricate mirages, and induce hallucinations. This versatility allows her to adapt to various situations, whether it's evading detection, influencing adversaries, or disorienting opponents in combat.

Psychological Warfare: Her nightmare illusion ability adds a psychological dimension to her arsenal, tapping into the deepest fears and insecurities of her targets. By manifesting their nightmares as hallucinations, she can instill paralyzing fear and confusion, gaining a significant advantage in confrontations.

Subterfuge: The combination of weather manipulation makes her a formidable opponent. She can create illusions to mask her true intentions while nobody expects what she will conjure up next.

Inherited Potential: The second signet, though yet to be fully understood, suggests a lineage of powerful abilities. This unknown heritage hints at untapped potential and a deeper connection to her family's history, which could unlock even greater powers in the future.

Weaknesses:

Emotional Toll: Constantly delving into the fears and nightmares of others can take a toll on her own psyche. The weight of inflicting psychological torment may lead to moral conflicts and internal turmoil, potentially compromising her judgment and emotional stability.

Dependency on Illusions: While her illusion manipulation is formidable, it relies heavily on maintaining concentration and deceiving the senses of her opponents. If her concentration is broken or her illusions are countered, she becomes vulnerable, especially in direct confrontations where her illusions may be less effective.

Stamina: Despite her prowess in offense and manipulation,she lacks in stamina. While she can create illusions to evade detection or misdirect adversaries, she lacks stamina that lasts her long term.Though she is a master in defense by other means,when using her signets,her stamina can be heavily reduced,especially when both are used at once,or if she is injured already.

Identity Crisis: The mystery surrounding her family and the unknown origins of her second signet may lead to an identity crisis and a search for self-discovery. This internal struggle could distract her from her objectives or leave her vulnerable to manipulation by those who seek to exploit her uncertainties.

Clothing style:

She usually wears loose clothing in her free time,and uniform when needed.In her free time she opts for comfortable clothes,not what necessarily looks good just for the sake of appeareance.She likes comfort over appeareance,but when needed to look a certain way or if an event demands certain attire,she does it.

Dragon aesthetic:

A few quotes:

"She is madness under the facade of purity." - General Sorrengail.

"She is a goddamned mess,but she is a fearless mess.That makes her dangerous.Very dangerous." - Major Varrish.

"From what I can tell you,firstly,she's a beast.Secondly,if you're lucky,she's a lady.And thirdly,if by some miracle you get there,and you reach deep enough for her to trust you,she's an angel." - Violet Sorrengail

"Sweet like sugar,dangerous like hell.A woman of my heart." - Garrick Tavis

"Closed off as she may be,she's a sweetheart once you know her." - Liam Mairi

"The.coolest.fucking.friend.ever!" - Ridoc Gamlyn

"Love it when she smiles.It looks cute,yet it is so rare.And no,I did not say this.If you tell her,I will personally rearrange your teeth." - Xaden Riorson

"If you do not want a sarcastic answer,then do not ask her a question." - Professor Carr

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Day 2: Love Story, Kaz Brekker

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Fanfic, gn!reader

CBJXJS SO MUCH FLUFF OMG

Word count: 3275

Tw: No beta we die like men, maybe a tiny ooc!kaz oopsie. I tried. One drop of Y/N. Sorry gold girlies. Slight description of anxiety. Piece about heists and injuries, but nothing too graphic.

Summary: Kaz hasn’t known life without you at his side. He doesn’t see reason for you to abandon him any time soon. And he isn’t planning on letting you go either.

"We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standin' there On a balcony in summer air."

Kaz Brekker was never the legend people would now call Dirtyhands. He was not always as undaunted or ‘soulless’- if you will - as people knew. You had met him when he was a normal boy. You had known him running through the weeds after you, tossing mud and apples in your direction.

The two of you frolicking and tumbling down the hills, jumping in creeks, and chasing butterflies. Nobody would believe you that that was your childhood if you told them now. But you knew. And you knew Kaz did as well.

Somewhere.

Deep down.

"See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd And say, "Hello" Little did I know."

But something as fragile as innocence and youth is easily corrupted. For not even ten years later, the two of you found yourselves completely and utterly alone. In the centre of a town many knew to avoid.

And though Kaz changed for the worse, and grew cold and distant, he never let you out of his sight. Not after that fateful day. He would no longer offer you comforting embraces, or heartfelt touches, but he had his way of letting you know he cared.

He’d hand you your coat, save you a seat at the table, have a cup of coffee warm for you in the morning, a hand ghosting behind your back when you passed a certain group of men, offer you a goodnight before you left for bed, and a whole bunch of other things you did not seem to notice that often. But he took special care in these things.

"That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet" And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, "."

A moment as this one was one you would not recognize until you were asked later. You were sitting on the edge of the fountain. On top of Kaz’ coat. One he had taken off so you could sit down. And it had become normal for you. Hell, even Jesper had gotten used to it. But Kaz would take good care in remembering to do these things; for even if you did not point them out, he knew you would notice it when he stopped doing it.

So now, the three of you were waiting in the garden on the other half of your group. Nina, Matthias, Wylan, and Inej were given the simple task of invading the gallery. A painting high on Pekka’s list has passed through Kaz’ ears, and he was keen on having it. If only to bother Rollins.

But Jesper had been handsome decoy - his specialty - as you and Kaz tried to keep out of sight. If anything would tick the guards off, it would’ve been the mere sight of your faces. So the garden had to do for the time being.

"And I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run."

“They should have been back by now,” Kaz mumbled under his breath, leaning on his cane as he inspected his watch.

“Well,” Jesper smirked, taking a seat beside you. “You know how Nina likes to be fashionably late.” “That is a Jesper trait,” You interrupted. “Nina knows better.”

The sharpshooter shot you an accusing look. One that, ironically, Nina would often shoot you when warning you about thin ice. The boy copied the expression almost flawlessly, but you simply shrugged.

“I could sneak in and look for them.” You tried to offer in reconciliation, but you were shot down by Kaz.

“Not you,” He responded almost immediately. “They will recognize you the second you set foot in that building.” As he spoke, his eyes trailed to Jesper, who exhaled deeply at the hint.

“Do you want me to check?” He groaned almost unwillingly, standing up from the seat he had just taken.

“Please, do be a Saint and run in.” You batted your eyelashes sarcastically, holding your hands together in dramatic affection. “Thank you.”

The grumbled something under his breath,halting his steps momentarily to turn back to you. “So you two can have some alone time.”

“Go.” You dismissed, shooing him away with your hands. A joking “going” was heard from him, before he stalked through the window, leaving you alone with the Bastard of the Barrel. A surprisingly comfortable idea.

"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"."

Patting the empty space beside you, you urged Kaz to sit down. His leg had seemed to bother him after all the walking, but you knew him longer than today. You knew he would not tell anyone it bothers him, much less admit it as an answer. But he silently accepted your offer.

“They will be fine,” You tried to reassure, to which the boy nodded, his eyes set on the building in the distance.

“Of course they will.”

“Then why do you appear anxious?”

His posture appeared rigged, his jaws set tightly together as his eyes had yet to wander the surroundings of his place. Though his cane stood on the floor steady, his hand was clutching it as if it was the only thing keeping him standing - or sitting, in this case.

Not yet.

“I don’t get anxious.”

Looking at him sharply, you opted to remain silent, not clouding his thoughts. Instead, you chose to sit there in silent peace. A moment so calm - ironic, considering you were in the midst of a heist - that you knew it would take days for something like this to appear again.

"So I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew So close your eyes Escape this town for a little while, oh oh."

But the silence was quickly overtook by a gunshot coming from the structure you and Kaz had kept such a keen eye on. Simultaneously, the two of you shot up, both reaching for the weapons hid within your pockets. But before either of you could draw them, your five friends came running out, the tallest one of them carrying a smaller painting.

“Run!” Was all Nina managed to shout, nearing the two of you rather quickly, before grabbing your arm and tugging you with her, leaving Kaz to take off on his own.

You did not dare question them. Not when you heard a group of loud footsteps thundering from the gates you had escaped through just seconds prior.

“I thought this was supposed to be a swift and stealthy mission!” You panted out over your shoulder, following Nina’s every step.

“It was!” Inej countered, her voice sounding behind your back, her breaths also heavy. “Until Jesper decided to pop in!”

“This was not my fault!”

“Not the time!” Kaz hissed, grabbing one of the bombs Wylan had secured on his back. As you kept running, he detached the clip, throwing it a couple feet back, his pace not once fading.

A loud boom echoed through the streets, but none of you dared to stop to see if the chasing had stopped.

“Of course, because storming into the main hall with a gun in your hand would not raise any questions!” Nina protested, her hand tightly clutching yours.

“I had it under control!”

“They were shooting at you!”

“Not the time!” Kaz repeated in irritation, making way to that all too familiar alley. Just a couple more steps, and you would be between the safe walls of the Slat.

"'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet" But you were everything to me I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, "."

After you and Inej had fixed Wylan up from his unfortunate encounter with a long flight of stairs, you made your way to your room. Throwing your full weight onto your bed, you sighed in relief

You made it.

The planning for heists was fun. Hell, sometimes the execution of it even was. The running was something you could never get used to, though. And it did not help your brain told you to check on Kaz every five seconds, making it quite difficult to maintain your balance. But you were here. Back in your room. The comforting smell of fresh sheets brushed through your system.

You’d have to thank Kaz for that later.

For now, all you truly wanted to do was close your eyes and relax. You did not even want to fall asleep. Resting your eyes had been a term for a reason.

Yet you could not help but notice a small piece of paper resting on your windowsill. What piqued your interest, was the fact that you had not written - nor left - anything there. And even from this distance, you could tell it wasn’t the paper you would usually use.

Groaning at the sudden thoughts, you got back up, wandering towards the piece. Your eyes scanned the first few words, noticing a bunch of crossed out sentences at the bottom, which were nigh unreadable.

This was Kaz’ handwriting.

Folding the paper, you placed it on top of your nightstand, urging your curious mind to simply shut up for once, and just close your eyes.

"And I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run."

He had found you like that an hour later. Still sprawled out over the blanket, almost in starfish position. Soft snores escaped your mouth, as your feet dangled from the bed.

He knew better than to disturb you.

He hung his coat over one of the chairs in the room, resting his cane against the seat. As he walked towards you, he halted suddenly, as if forgetting something. Staring at you for a couple of seconds, he decided to turn around, grabbing something from his coat, which he placed within the pockets of his trousers.

Sitting down beside you, he simply watched you, discarding his gloves on the nightstand. His eyes caught a folded up piece of paper, tucked neatly under the seat of the lantern decorating the table, making sure it wouldn’t fly off.

His head ran through a million different scenarios; had you read it? Did you leave it there for him, or had he left it there? Should he tuck it away just to be safe?

"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"."

Kaz Brekked never felt anxious. He was not anxious now. This unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach was merely….lack of hydration.

Yes, he needed to drink. He hadn’t drank anything since you left for the heist. That was all.

Yet he could not help but grab the paper, tugging it into his pocket as well. He stood up again, tucking a blanket over you briefly, before walking up to the door.

He halted momentarily. Again.

This was no anxiety.

His head turned back to your sleeping form, his hand subconsciously reaching for the paper.

No. Not yet.

"Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real."

“Hey, Kazzle,” Jesper grinned as he slid into the booth, next to his boss, who inaudibly groaned at his cheerful friend.

“You know I love our little talks, but today, you simply seem to be radiating-“ he tried to sugarcoat, but Kaz was quick to interrupt him.

“What do you need, Jesper? And why?”

The said sharpshooter halted, gaping quietly, a mocking, dramatic sigh escaping his mouth. He was not on time to defend his case, though, for Kaz already shot him an annoyed glance.

“Nina has this bet,” Jesper started meekly.

“No.”

“You don’t even know what it is about.”

“This is your mess, Jesper.”

“No, but see, that’s the great part.” He pointed out, laying his hands on the table to put emphasis on his words. “I haven’t partaken yet.”

The boy shot him an urging glance, forcing him to continue speaking. Jesper glanced around briefly, afraid his other friends might be listening to him. But when he spotted none within hearing distance, he continued.

“I could really use a win now, and Nina seems big on her case, and you know how she gets-“

“You’re rambling,”

“Right.” Swallowing thickly, the Zemeni boy looked at his hands, twirling with his rings subconsciously. “You see, Nina seems fairly convinced you are planning a certain thing.”

Raising his eyebrows, Kaz looked at his glass. “A thing?”

“Yes, well, you won’t believe this,” he chuckled nervously, his leg now stuttering under the table. Suddenly his voice became hushed. “She thinks you are going to, you know…” he trailed off, opening his hands vertically, a hint Kaz did not seem to get.

Or did not want to get.

"Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"."

His eyes glanced up at his friend again, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“She thinks,” Jesper now whispered, his voice barely audible for Kaz. “That you are going to pop the question.”

Anxiety and dread settled into Kaz’ system once more.

No, not anxiety. Dehydration, he told himself.

“I am going to propose to Y/N?” He asked in confirmation, to which Jesper nodded wildly.

“Usually, I would take the counter bet, but Nina seemed so keen on her words, I had to check first.”

“That is considered cheating.”

“Can you not grant me this one thing?”

“No,” Kaz answered curtly. His friend sat there in silence, unsure of how to continue. Thankfully, Kaz spoke first. “No, I do not plan on proposing.”

A sigh of relief swept through the room, originating from Jesper, who laid his head on the table.

“Thank you, Kazzle. You’re a Saint.”

And with these words, he disappeared into the back room, surely making a deal with Nina.

"I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around."

These were the words that would haunt him for the rest of the night. As he wandered the halls later that night, his hands kept fiddling with the paper in his pocket. Inej had noticed. She had not told him.

She was the one who had found the note in the first place. She was the one who had placed it in your windowsill. Of course, without the knowledge of you or Kaz.

She was the one who slipped one thing or the other to Nina. She did not mean to, she simply lost control of her excitement. And now Nina had been beaming for days.

Surprisingly, no one would notice. Not until Jesper mentioned that bet to Kaz.

"My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town, And I said."

He entered your room for the second time that night, now finding you in a fresh set of clothes, neatly tucked under the blankets, leaving space on the bed in case Kaz were to join her again. And the invite seemed to good to ignore now.

Throwing his shoes off, and changing his clothes, he walked towards the bed. You had looked so peaceful there; more at rest than you had appeared earlier. Your chest was rising and falling slowly, breath fanning past your lips with every exhale.

He knew staring was probably one of the last things he should do in such a scenario, yet he could not help it. Nothing brought him more peace nor comfort than to see you at peace. It was something silly, he considered, but he found himself truly at rest when you were.

And in that exact moment, with the soft pattering of rain against the window, he had felt more relaxed than he had in the last days. Nay - weeks. Perhaps even months.

He was not anxious.

"Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you, but you never come Is this in my head? I don't know what to think."

Shaking the sudden intrusive thoughts from his mind, he opted to lie on his back, his eyes trained on the ceiling. You had been right earlier; his leg had been bothering him. He had been too vain to admit it. Laying down now was not only peaceful to him, it was soothing altogether. Mentally and physically.

Hissing momentarily as he adjusted his leg, he felt you stir beside him. Freezing upon the motion, he nearly stopped breathing.

“Staying here tonight?” You mumbled, your voice laced with sleep, your head moving to bury itself in your pillow.

Kaz only hummed, resuming his shifting. He felt you rolling around, turning towards the edge of the bed as you gave him more room.

“No,” he objected through a whisper. “It’s okay.”

As if he flipped a switch, you turned back into your earlier position, your leg briefly brushing his. But he did not groan upon the impact, as you had expected. Instead, he kept his leg there; against yours, almost a comforting touch.

"He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring And said, "Marry me, Juliet You'll never have to be alone."

Silence now filled the air, the twisting and turning finally stopping. Though there had been a reasonable distance between the two of you, the feeling of his leg against yours was a reminder that he was still there.

Moments passed, yet you could not bring yourself to fall asleep. Something was bothering Kaz and you knew it. You did not even need to look at him in order to know that.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You mumbled, your eyes still shut, but interested in his words.

He remained quiet for a second, before sighing shortly. “Jesper placing bets again.”

You hummed in humor and understanding, now turning around to face him.

“Is he losing?”

He stared into your eyes for a moment, his usually stern gaze filled with something only you got to see from time to time; weakness and - ironically enough - love. It was hesitant now, but still obvious.

“Always.”

"“I love you and that's all I really know I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress" It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"."

You chuckled lowly, shaking your head against the pillow. Kaz simply continued to look at you, the ghost of a smile on his face.

Closing your eyes again, you muttered him a good night, knowing he’d keep talking if something were to bother him.

Instead, he grabbed your hand; his slender fingers brushing with yours, before grasping them clearly, squeezing them lightly as he moved them. His lips met the surface of your hand for a short second, the notion sending butterflies through your stomach. He had picked up this habit weeks earlier, and you would be lying if you said you did not enjoy it.

“‘Night,” he uttered back, before letting go of your hand.

It hadn’t even been a minute before his voice cut through the silent air again.

“Silver or gold?”

You were quiet for a while, pondering his question, even though you already knew the answer.

“Silver.”

Kaz chuckled, turning around to face the nightstand, glancing at something on top of it that you could not see over his back.

“Yes,” he mused. “Jesper is going to lose.”

"'Cause we were both young when I first saw you."

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Tag list: @brekkers-desigirl @ell0ra-br3kk3r @4-ravener-7

#november writings 2022 #Kaz brekker #six #six of crows #shadow and bone #freddy carter #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #leigh bargudo #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine

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star-burst365 · 1 year

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We’re all sleeping on the gem that is Matthias Helvar: an essay

Crooked Kingdom spoilers!!

We’re all in denial about Matthias’s death in ck but also he had some bangers lines and scenes even before chapter 40 such as:

finding out his full name was Matthias Benedik Helvar omg why are we sleeping on this

“how about i bite your lip”

“don’t eat the snow” i dont think they were planning to 💀

YOU ARE EVERY BLOSSOM BLOOMING AT ONCE?? HELLO??

his constant feud with kaz

kaz could breathe and matthias would already be fetching the holy water

any demjin moment ever

“you’re all horrible”

“they all seem like practical choices 😀”

the grandpa energy

nothing but respect and admiration for inej “the little bronze girl” ghafa

MY GHOST WONT ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR GHOST

the big brooding yellow tulip

nina handed him a gun during the ambush of soc and he fr would’ve killed her if they weren’t being shot at

“I can drink your poison no longer” was so powerful. he went from extreme prejudices against grisha after being raised and literally brainwashed by hatred to bashing his ex-commander in the head to free Nina omg

friendly reminder his entire family was killed by inferni but he still moves past it

something nobody talks about: he combined his hateful past of serving as a drukelle, something made to hunt grisha to lead two of them (Jesper and Kuwei) out of a corner and get them back to the rest of the crows in ck.

he used military tactics made to kill grisha to save grisha

this was so important for his development i swear

and don’t forget Nina either

“little red bird” please im not okay

MY LOVE AS A PET NAME THATS SO PURE MY GOD

him and nina squeezing in the littlest places just to cuddle together and rest together is so dvfnjkvsfnks

him just wanting to be there for Nina for every step of the way as she recovers from parem

his wet dreams consist of three things:

her “glorious thighs”

a traditional fjerdan life and the domestic lifestyle Fr

literally just vibing in a field of flowers

he saw a nameless husband help a nameless wife with her hair in ketterdam and wished that could be him and nina that’s too sweet help

all he wants is a domestic little life filled with love

but then there’s “he considered brushing it off with his lips, then told himself he should take a walk”

he just told himself to touch grass my god

but also the enemies to lovers lingers, my one of my favorite quotes being:

”you’d flirt with a date palm if it paid you any attention” the shade

also his family? the way he still has memories? so much so he foot massages a pregnant woman?

friendly reminder this man is built like a giant and looks the most threatening out of the group

and he fr lets a girl sing her heart out AND OFFERS TO TAKE HER ON A WALK BY THE LAKE HES SO PRECIOUS

”sing. by all means, sing” famous last words

him complimenting nina on her hair and how she styles it??

the toffee on the boat in soc

constantly regretting his life decisions in soc but willing to die for the crows in ck

the found family trope is killing me

“trickery isn’t my native tongue but I can still learn to speak it” the demjin and crows influence

his lil commander voice to silence the prisoners when they were getting in the truck made inej, someone with the posture of a knifes edge, stand straighter like wtf

HE HAD A WOLF WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON THIS

HE IS 100% A DOG PERSON

HE AND KAZ WOULDVE PETTED THOSE DOGS FOR HOURS ON THAT ONE CK MISSION

he went from saying meaningful and encouraging things to nina and then when she said she wanted to cry in a corner he switched in 0.2 seconds and said “but…this room is round” oh my god

made out with nina in front of two thirds of the grisha triumvirate

HE PERKS UP WHEN NINA LAUGHS THATS SO ADORABLE

nina and him being twin soldiers sdnnnojnididoskc

him and Jesper’s scenes are honestly amazing, we were robbed

THE DELETED HELNIK SCENE I WANT TO DIE I WISH LEIGH KEPT THAT

he’s literally kaz’s bodyguard when trading for inej

learned a language while in prison I mean that’s pretty impressive

eats honor for breakfast lunch and dinner

”i. Should. Let. You. Die.” He says while trying to desperately save kaz

ran to nina with a bullet in his stomach for one last kiss, for one final goodbye

”save some mercy for my people” that hurts oh my god

the grisha are the favored and children of Djel was so important because that’s him connecting both his past and his much better present together in an actuslly good way

he doesn’t associate his religion with witches and tree handshakes anymore, now he considers those witches blessed by his tree god

in conclusion: I sobbed for weeks over his death and will never recover. thank you for coming to my Ted talk

#matthias helvar #six of crows #nina zenik #jesper #inej supremacy #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #the crows #shadow and bone #matthias x nina #helnik #demjin #the dregs #crooked kingdom #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #i miss them so much #ive been crying all day

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lonslibrary · 2 years

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best characterization lines from the crows—inej ghafa

“It would have been easy enough to turn away when they called her names or sidled up to ask for a cuddle, but do that and soon it was a hand up your blouse or a try at you against a wall. So she’d let no insult or innuendo slide. She’d always struck first, and struck hard. Sometimes she even cut them up a bit. It was fatiguing, but nothing was sacred to the Kerch except trade, so she’d gone out of her way to make the risk much higher than the reward when it came to disrespecting her.”

inej girl boss. love that kaz is protective of her but never needs to step in because she can protect herself.

“The problem was that Inej was no longer certain what she was aiming for. When she’d been little, it had been easy—a smile from her father, the tightrope raised another foot, orange cakes wrapped in white paper. Then it had been getting free of Tante Heleen and the Menagerie, and after that, surviving each day, getting a little stronger with every morning. Now she didn’t know what she wanted.”

inej’s character development is so perfect ahhh (see next quote) and i like this quote because it shows how cognizant she is of both her problems and her worth. she’s independent like no other fictional female protagonist that i’ve ever seen.

“But even as she gave thanks, she knew that the rain was not enough. She wanted a storm—thunder, wind, a deluge. She wanted it to crash through Ketterdam’s pleasure houses, lifting roofs and tearing doors off their hinges. She wanted it to raise the seas, take hold of every slaving ship, shatter their masts, and smash their hulls against unforgiving shores. I want to call that storm, she thought...She clung to the wall, but it was purpose she grasped at long last, and that carried her upwards.”

and when she finally finds what she wants?? her purpose only makes her stronger. the chapter right after this, she volunteers to enter the ice court with the menagerie, and then the chapter after that she decides to finally let go of kaz because their purposes don’t align. her goals in life come before any guy and i love that for her.

“She didn’t have her opponent’s training or education or fine white clothes. She would never be as ruthless and she could not wish to be. But she knew this city inside out. It was the source of her suffering and the proving ground for her strength. Like it or not, Ketterdam—brutal, dirty, hopeless Ketterdam—had become her home.”

everyone mentions the parallel between what kaz says to geels in chapter 1 of soc (“No one that fine should ever have looked twice at Barrel scum like you...”) and his feelings about inej but this parallel here!!! about how inej feels for the people of ketterdam—the dregs, the crows, and most of all kaz—works so well too.

“She righted herself, her balance returning. Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible...Her heart was a river that carried her to the sea.”

inej’s moments in the duology are made from a hope and faith that i can only aspire to have. she is my fictional reminder that change comes when we most need it, but we can’t spend our whole lives waiting for one specific thing. (and i also just love whenever she refers to kaz as a boy).

hey look i’m back on tumblr! went to edit profile today and icb i was 18 when i started this and now im 20 and a junior in college like literally what is going on with time. anyways! matthias version coming soon <3

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sky-neverending · 7 months

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read the full thing here!!

Kaz’s least favorite part of traveling was having to stay somewhere overnight. He hated the whole process, from getting the rooms, to sleeping in a bed unfamiliar to him in a building he didn’t know well enough, didn’t know inside and out.

But Jesper had complained so much on their last trip about driving all night that he had caved simply to get him to shut up, and now the six of them were making their way toward the receptionist desk at a half-way decent hostel Kaz had learnt about.

“Four rooms, please,” he said to the woman at the desk. She stared at him, unfazed by his cold glare.

“I’m sorry sir, but we only have three left. The rest of the rooms are occupied.”

Behind him, Kaz could feel a few of the others tense, waiting for his response.

He blinked. “Fine. Three rooms, please.” He spoke through gritted teeth, determined to not make a scene in the middle of a crowded lobby. He didn’t have time for that.

The woman smiled tightly, handing him three keys. “You’ll be on the second floor to the left. All three rooms are in a row. Have a good stay.”

Kaz said nothing back, turning on his heel and walking toward the stairs. The five others followed him, Jesper coming to his side.

“Hey, boss,” he chirped nervously. “So, uh. I’m assuming one of those rooms is for Nina and Matthias, and the other is for Wylan and I, yes? So…” he trailed off, looking between Inej and Kaz.

“Inej will take the bed, and I will take the floor if she will let me stay in the room. Simple as that.” He handed them the key. “Now go. I am far too tired to hear you talk any longer.” Tossing the other key to Nina, he took the last remaining and walked up the door that had the same number as was inscribed on the metal.

Opening the door and walking into the room, Kaz let out a quiet sigh. It was a small area, but it was nice for the size, a big bed in the middle.

Inej stepped in as well, her small frame almost acting as his shadow as she hovered a little behind him. “Kaz. The floor is not going to be comfortable, especially not with your leg.”

He didn’t look at her. “I’m not letting you sleep anywhere other than the bed,” he replied.

“Why can’t we both just take the bed?” Inej asked. “It seems large enough.”

Kaz did not respond. He glanced over, watching as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Are you sure?”

“I just want you to be comfortable,” Inej said. “And if you aren’t comfortable sharing, that’s fine, but at least let me take the floor. You need to well rested for tomorrow, and we can’t afford having your leg-”

“Okay,” Kaz interrupted her. “We can share the bed.”

#six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #sky writes #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #kanej fic

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ocs aging is my favorite thing to read about, so i wanna ask you a question - how do you see matthias and theo (and their relationship) in their fourties?

and generally for how long you have their story planned? you think only about times when they young or you have “planned” their 50s, 60s etc

ly ly ly

Oh I really love where Theo and Matthias find themselves as they age into their forties.

For Theo, he’s fully out from under his parents’ thumb by the time he reaches forty and he’s also been clean for a good handful of years. The first twenty-something years of Theo’s life were… well, they were really hard on him. He thought of himself less as a person and more as an extension of his parents’ will. He did what they said when they said it no matter how little he wanted to, but once he let go of all that appeasement and supplication… he finally got to relax. Theo’s had pretty bad identity issues his whole life, but in his thirties and beyond it’s like he’s finally found himself again. He was lost before, you know? And in his forties he’s comfortable. I’m not saying he’s magically healed and well adjusted or anything, like he has C-PTSD and he still begs off therapy appointments and taking meds but… he knows who he is and he can see the world in the same colors he saw when he was five and still playing in the garden, unafraid of all the things a child shouldn’t know about.

For Matthias, he’s settled into his forties with grace. I think he’s more grounded after having Theo in his life for two decades. I think I’ve said this before, but he was numb to pretty much everything in his twenties and totally disillusioned and nihilistic. Let me be real… Matthias’s personality hardly changes as he ages, but I think his outlook on life is a little less bleak with Theo in it. Hm… I think in his late thirties he’s finally processed a lot of the trauma he experienced in his teen years, but… I don’t think his insomnia ever goes away. I do think he can sleep a little longer, but he still has auditory hallucinations for sure. Nevertheless, Matthias is fulfilled in his forties. He has his best friend and the love of his life… it’s all he needs. I think Matthias is really just someone who desperately wanted to be loved and he didn’t know what that hunger was for until he was so full of it it got stuck in his teeth.

As for their relationship when they’re older… they’d actually defined it, first off. I think they feel like they’re too old to be calling each other ‘boyfriend’ so instead Theo calls Matthias his partner and Matthias calls Theo his lover. They’re definitely living together but they’re still not married. I think Matthias might’ve proposed sometime in their early thirties but been rejected. Not that it was a serious proposal, mind you—like, the chance that he asked during sex is pretty high I won’t lie lmao—but I think he was probably just trying to get a feel for what Theo wants and that was a good enough answer for him. Day-to-day… hm… Theo’s a working man so he’s often late to meals and Matthias has to find him in his art studio to get him to eat something. Matthias is still a layabout but he does busy himself with writing—just journaling and letters and stories he reads for Theo. Matthias is also sponsoring a few organizations that’re trying to shut down the troubled teen industry. They visit Imani and her husband often and Matthias babysits when asked—Theo is very hands-off when Matthias is babysitting since he still has a pretty emotional response to seeing happy kids... ugh. The friends of Theo’s who stuck around from his party days will have lunch with him every few weeks, but they still don’t like or want to be around Matthias, which, like… fair. Theo doesn’t really hang out with anyone on a regular basis other than Matthias, if I’m honest. Theo just… isn’t actually a people person, it turns out. Theo also does a lot of volunteer work with animals since it’s another kind of therapy for him. They’re just happy, y'know?

As for the actual extent of the planning I’ve done with the characters... well, there’s no end to their lives in my head since I can just picture them at any age. I know Theo and Matthias very well… I don't even really need to think about it (which is also why I hardly ever write anything down… they’re just living in my head). That said, the actual story they come from (which doesn’t actually have a title—echthroi is just a temporary name) only lasts for about two—maybe three—years. It’s not fully plotted out because I would first need to actually make the Big Decisions I’ve been putting off with relation to the plot for foreverrr, but I know where it starts and where it ends. So they’re both forever in their 20s in that way, but to me they’re every age they’ll ever be.

#river dipping #asks #anonymous #oc extras #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #…took me way longer than ten minutes #i kept doubling back and agonizing like uhhh does this sentence make sense? is this a good enough summation of what they’re like???#😭😭😭#i’m posting this so late now… 🚶🚶🚶#well. anon i hope you see this 🧎 sorry it took me a bit #and thank you <33333!!!!!!! for asking abt them #i actually really love imagining them as they age together #their twenties are so tumultuous #and it’s nice to think abt them without going :((((#🥺……..#well. anyway it’s eleven 😭😭😭 i need to get to sleep here soon #i’m gonna reward myself for finishing this by looking at some nani tanvi content now 😋#and then i’ll head to bed #in the morning i’ll post the before and after for this edit bc i think the difference is probably crazy #and then i’ll post all these reblogs i have drafted #MWAH!!! good night <333

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sissytobitch10seconds · 5 months

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Home Is With You

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows and Shadow and Bone (TV) Summary: Inej returns home after another one of her long sea voyages to find that her lover has prepared her something quiet wonderful. Warnings: Mentions of sexual slavery Word Count: 1,521 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa

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A/N: At the beginning of the news of the cancellation, I felt very mixed about it. I didn't like what they had done to the Crows at the end of S2, I didn't like what they had done with Mal and Alina. But then I realized, after a while of thinking, that I want to see how it ends. I want to have more pieces of these wonderful books lifted from them word for word and spoken by these amazingly talented actors. So I'm participating in this event to try and get more attention to it, to show that we're interested and they need to stop being stupid. I hope you guys enjoy, it's not as long as some of my other stuff is! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

She had always heard people speak of needing to get their sea legs. They had mentioned it offhandedly when she was a child because she had never had the opportunity to really be on a boat. She had also heard it in laughing jeers referencing Matthias when they had first begun their voyage to and from the Ice Court. She was a being that lived with wings hidden on her back and feet that gripped impossibly slick surfaces, so she had never really understood what the point of developing another way of walking was.

At least, she hadn’t until she had touched down in Ketterdam after a solid ten months out at sea. She hadn’t expected to be away for that long, but she had found a string of slaver ships that had resulted in several quick trips back to Ravka so that they could return otkazatsya and Grisha back to where they rightfully belonged.

There were more leads to follow, more names written on the little black book she kept next to he heart. She had more work to do, but her crew was weary and needed time to be back with their own families or to rest and recover from injuries. She had docked them back in Fifth Harbor so that they could see to their needs themselves and she could handle digging the problem out at the root. It was all well and good to be taking down the branches that stole people and sold them to the highest bidder, but if she could kill the demand then it would become unlucrative and thus wouldn’t happen any longer.

She could practically hear Kaz’s voice in her mind telling her that she was being too hopeful in the goodness of people again. She knew that he didn’t believe in the beauty of the world, that the evil really could be purged and would leave them with the happiness that they had earned. He told her often and sometimes made her feel so self-conscious that she wanted to give up on her entire plan. That hadn’t happened for a good long while, thankfully. He had been getting better about finding ways to voice his concerns or opinions and they played off of each other to balanced the other out, which was the beauty to be found in both of them.

The streets were just as busy as she had remembered them being almost a year ago. She was quick to find an alley that was slim enough that no one would notice her as she ducked into the shadows. Her fingers grasped at a drainpipe and her rubber-soled shoes, a replacement given to her by Kaz for her birthday after she had ruined the original pair at the Ice Court, gripped at the wall. She had always preferred walking above other people, not because she thought that was where she belonged but because it was so much easier to process what they were doing when she could see it from afar.

Inej traveled quickly and quietly over the rooftops that she had once been a spider on. She knew that Kaz had found someone new to find him secrets and get inside of buildings, but no one would ever truly replace her. She had once been offended because he had called her an investment, but after some discussion with Wylan she had learned how much of a compliment that was. The Kerch cared about nothing other than money, so it was a given that their terms of endearment and confessions of love would revolve around money and assets as well. He was simply trying to tell her that he cared deeply for her without being able to actually process his emotions.

A smile toyed over her lips as she thought about getting to see him again. They had been able to send letters back and forth thanks to their connections to the King of Ravka and the Grisha Triumvirate, but all flowy words and beautiful scripts would pale in comparison to actually getting to see him again.

She dropped down onto the landing of the Crow Club like she had many times before. She could remember almost all of them with crystal clear clarity, the ledge had basically been made for her. Her fingers slipped out of the gloves she wore to keep the ropes of her ship from callousing her hands and then she flicked the latch out of place. It would be invisible to anyone else, but she had been there watching Kaz as he installed it so he could feel safe and she could still come visit him whenever she wanted.

She stepped down into his room and then looked over the space as she was overwhelmed with a feeling of nostalgia strong enough to kill. Kaz had replaced the desk made out of an old door propped up on crates with something big and mahogany. It had marks around the edges from where his cane had hit it or a stray bullet and lodged in the wood, but it was still beautiful and shiny like it was brand new. The bed was no longer made out of milk crates with a thin blanket draped over it, but two twin beds pressed against the wall. They were pushed together that day, which meant that he was hoping she would feel up to sleeping next to him that night.

The thing that brought her attention away from the surroundings and her own feelings was the new addition. There had always been a fireplace that high in the Slat since it was a floor of the building, but there was something crackling happily away inside of it for the first time since she had first ventured up to the attic. She walked over to the mantle so that she could inspect the Suli pendant, the picture of the Crows drawn by Wylan, and the old head of Kaz’s cane resting atop it.

In front of the fireplace was a table that was laden with her favorites, jasmine rice and kurma with huge pieces of chicken and naan and the little Danishes from Fjerda that Nina had introduced her to. Between them was a pot of cloves, loose but whole.

“What is this?” she asked when she heard the door open.

“I thought that you would enjoy it,” Kaz rasped. “I was also expecting a hello from you before you began interrogating me, treasure.”

She turned to him with a bright smile as everything finally clicked into place. He was dressed as he always was: black slacks pressed at the sides so that that lump of scar tissue next to his knee was hidden, a black shirt with a perfect collar and silver cufflinks, all tied together with a pocket watch draped from the gray vest he was wearing. His hair was slicked back and he was leaning moderately heavy on his cane, which was a given seeing as storm clouds were already beginning to hover menacingly in the sky above them.

“You did all of this for me?” she asked. Her hand immediately strayed down to the simple knife that he had gifted her when he taught her how to defend herself. He had always provided her with the things that she needed to live the life that she needed to at that moment, including the wonderful spread before her. “How did you remember that I hate the smell of woodsmoke?”

“I remember everything about you, dear Inej,” he replied. His voice was deep and husky, wrapping around her bones and shattering through her body. Kaz stepped over to the table while removing his gloves, cane tucked under his arm so it was close to him but not in use.

She sat down across from him with a smile bright enough to rival Sankta Alina bringing down the fold. “Thank you, Kaz. I don’t think I could have asked for a better welcome party.”

“Good. I had to convince Jesper that you would prefer this to what he was planning,” Kaz grimaced and she couldn’t help but laugh. The joy that had already fluttered to life inside of her was given a drop of euphoria when she saw the way that his bitter coffee eyes were sparkling at the sound of her happiness.

She would have asked him about how he had been, but she already knew. He was the same as he always was, the man that she had fallen in love with instead of Dirtyhands. He was only like that when he was around her, he had removed his armor just for her. She wasn’t going to interrogate him like a wife that didn’t trust her husband, come to make sure that he wasn’t cheating or gambling away their savings. He had his life and she had hers. They were entwined together and the older that they got, the more likely it was that the braid would become tighter.

So, instead of asking about any of that, she simply grabbed a piece of naan and ripped an edible chunk off, “Do you know how to eat this?”

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #grishaverse #six of crows #shadow and bone #sab #soc #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #inej x kaz #kaz x inej #kanej #save shadow and bone ship week #saveshadowandbone #save shadow and bone #six of crows spin off

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Matthias was dreaming again. Dreaming of her. In all his dreams he hunted her, sometimes through the new green meadows of spring, but usually through the ice fields, dodging boulders and crevasses with unerring steps. Always he chased, and always he caught her. In the good dreams, he slammed her to the ground and throttled her, watching the life drain from her eyes, heart full of vengeance—finally, finally. In the bad dreams, he kissed her. In these dreams, she didn’t fight him. She laughed as if the chase was nothing but a game, as if she’d known he would catch her, as if she’d wanted him to and there was no place she’d rather be than beneath him. She was welcoming and perfect in his arms. He kissed her, buried his face in the sweet hollow of her neck. Her curls brushed his cheeks, and he felt that if he could just hold her a little longer, every wound, every hurt, every bad thing would melt away. “Matthias,” she would whisper, his name so soft on her lips. These were the worst dreams, and when he woke, he hated himself almost as much as he hated her. To know that he could betray himself, betray his country again even in sleep, to know that—after everything she’d done—some sick part of him still hungered after her… it was too much.

Six of Crows- Chapter 7 (Leigh Bardugo)

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

#Grishaverse #Six of Crows #SoC Chapter 7 #Nina Zenik #Matthias Helvar #Helnik #This is how you write #enemies to lovers #Six of Crows duology #V #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo

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mintt-tea-2 · 1 year

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six of crows tarot analysis- spoilers ahead!!

over the past couple weeks i, the one and only mintt tea, have been drawing the crows as tarot cards. this is a big analysis post of why each crow got the card they did and what details are in the cards!!

major six of crows and crooked kingdom spoilers !!

some of these will be longer than others, purely because i dont have much to say on them. i tried to include as much detail as i could in the drawings without getting overwhelmed (you should see my first wylan attempt- there was way too much shit going on). also!! the characters are drawn to look more like them in the show, cause i watched the show first, and they already looked more like that in my head. the following analysis will mainly refer to the books, but there will be some references to the show. happy reading !!!!

Kaz Brekker: the tower The Tower is commonly interpreted as meaning danger, crisis, destruction, and liberation. It is associated with sudden unforeseen change. i mean. come on. there are rumours his hands are stained with blood. details in the drawing he is holding keys in one hand, and his cane in the other. the symbols around his head all represent, of course, the crows ( wolf for matthias, heart for nina, bomb for jesper, lock and key for himself, and a knife for inej). you can decide for yourself if the order of these items matters in any way. the crow is mimicking kaz’s pose- back to the viewer, facing right so we can see it’s eye. the background is meant to look like the cover of Crooked Kingdom, but instead of the crow in the centre, it’s kaz.

Wylan Van Eck: The Fool The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe. to quote jesper, ‘it was one thing for kaz to mess with him, but wylan wasn’t like the rest of them. despite the bad hand he’d drawn with his father, wylan hadn’t let his circumstances or this city knock the goodness out of him. he still believed people could do right.’ details in the drawing he is the only one with his eyes closed. the butterflies surrounding him are Cyan Morpho, and the flowers are the detura meloxia, both from s2ep6. originally, the crow was going to be on his shoulder, beak open, as if talking into his ear. of course, he is playing his flute, because hes wylan van fucking eck i cant have him NOT play his flute

Nina Zenik : the chariot The Chariot is a card about overcoming conflicts and moving forward in a positive direction. One needs to keep going on and through sheer hard work and commitment he will be victorious. i thought this fit for nina, for many reasons, the best of which being that at the end of the ice court heist, when everyone else thought it was all over, she refused to give up. Details in the drawing the heart she's 'holding' obviously represents her powers as a heartrender, but the heart has a human skull hidden it, meant to represent the change in her power after parem. the arrow in the background is meant to represent the quote, 'the heart is an arrow. it demands aim to land true', which i know doesnt belong to nina, but its a cute little nod to it anyhow. Jesper Fahey: The Magician it points to the talents, capabilities and resources at the querent's disposal to succeed. The message is to tap into one's full potential rather than holding back, especially when there is a need to transform something. honestly the magician fits so damn well for jesper, mainly because of his relationship with being grisha. he has to learn to trust himself and his powers. details in the actual drawing each playing card represents a crow, based on nothing but my brain going haha silly association go brr!! nina is the ace of hearts, matthias is the three of clubs, inej is the two of diamonds, kaz is the king of spades, wylan is the six of spades, jesper is the five of hearts. the dice i drew show the numbers 5 and 6, which if you remember are jesper and wylan’s cards respectively. wesper :]] the butterflies are the only blue thing in that whole drawing. they represent wylan, since they were everywhere in his card. they are of course the blue morpho butterflies from s2ep6. the crow symbol in the background (not the one on his hat) is the same symbol we see on the tables of the crow club in s2ep8! jesper is mirroring nina’s pose- they’re both holding things that represent their abilities as grisha. in the drawing, the King of spades card doesn’t actually have the drawing of a king on it. however the card is behind the crow on jesper’s hat, suggesting the crow IS the king. there are two sets of coins in the drawing- one is meant to be just that, coins, but the other set is accompanied buy two keys, echoing jesper’s mother teaching him how to turn Coins Into Keys, and the multiple coins he’s turned into keys in the show / deleted scenes. (im going to get lazy now im sorry) Matthias Helvar: Judgement This card is referred to as a time of resurrection and awakening, a time when a period of our life comes to an absolute end making way for dynamic new beginnings. ok this one more fits for the words associated with the card- Awakening, Decision making, Redemption, Reincarnation, Renewal, Transition. do i- i dont need to explain this do i. Details in the drawing he's holding an ash tree branch, because of the connection ash trees have with his religion (and because i didnt want to draw a wolf). the red tulips are meant to represent the flowers everyone brought to him at the end of ck. i really didnt mean to centre the card around his death but thats just kinda how it turned out. Inej Ghafar: Strength Strength predicts the triumphant conclusion to a major life problem, situation or temptation through strength of character. It is a very happy card if you are fighting illness or recovering from injury. inej was. REALLY hard to choose a card for. i had very few ideas. im sure there's some ways to connect her character to strength, but i chose it more to mirror how she and matthias both got cards of .. more concepts? like its not 'the' anything... i think thats sort of interesting Details in the drawing: ... shes. looking up? im so sorry the card is pretty but like compare her section in this post to literally anyone elses and i did NOT do her justice. but hey, im proud of the card. and hey would you look at that we're done!! im gonna. ive typed too much. im glad you guys enjoyed my art!! goodbye

#six of crows #six of crows fanart #six of crows jesper #six of crows matthias #six of crows inej #six of crows kaz #six of crows wylan #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #matthias helvar #six of crows nina #nina zenik #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #god this post was so long #im so sorry #grishaverse #shadow and bone

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What are five of your favourite Grishaverse quotes? Send this ask to 5 of your favourite grishaverse blogs!

OMG been a while since i got a fun ask like this. Thanks for sending this lovely anon whom i hope is also a moot 🥺

This was extremely hard simply because I have too many Kanej quotes that i hold close to my heart 😂

But here's 5 I really love with little descriptions of why:

I’m going to get my money, Kaz vowed. And I’m going to get my girl.

– Kaz about Inej

I just love this for the simplicity and depth of it. Kaz didn't address Inej as “my wraith”, which he does a lot. No in this moment, he addresses to her as “my girl” because thats the love of his life and he's going to crush all his enemies and save her. We all sleep on this alot 😭

She couldn’t just watch him die, she wouldn’t. [...] Her knives were in her hands. She’d kill them all. She’d pile the bodies to the rafters for the stadwatch to find.

– Inej watching Kaz Vs the Dregs fight

Kaz is all “touch her and I'll kill you” but Inej is also “touch him and I'll kill you”. We don't appreciate or acknowledge how deeply and madly Inej is in love with Kaz. She'd kill for him and to protect him.

“The life you live, the hate you feel—it’s poison. I can drink it no longer.”

– Matthias to Jarl Brum

An underrated quote. People don't talk much about Matthias's character but this right here is a beautiful one. This shows the exact moment he entirely let go of all the Druskelle ideals he was raised with and all the wrongs he was taught throughout his life. He decided to throw away his hate altogether and start anew. A new and brighter future with Nina 🥺

“You’re stupid about a lot of things, Wylan, but you are not stupid.”

– Jesper to Wylan

I love this one simply because after all his life of hearing from Van Eck that he wasn't enough, Jesper is the one who tells him, affirms that Wylan is a fucking genuis and so much more than his shitty father could ever fathom. And when Jesper says it, he kinda snaps at Wylan. He's mad at Wylan for belittling himself and Jesper will have none of that. I just love it!

Her silks were feathers, and she was free.

– Inej after choking Heleen and running away with her diamond choker

Contrary to the popular and weird belief in the fandom that Inej would hate wearing silks or putting on makeup, she doesn't. And this statement right here speaks it all. Inej has just beaten Heleen, her monster, the monster of her worst nightmares and she's running free. In this moment, she believes her silks to be feathers. She realises that donning the persona of the Wraith or keeping 20 knives isn't what she needs to best her fears. She manages to do it in a dress made of fake silks alright. And she has made piece with them.

(tbh, i don't think Inej ever said she hated make up. She just said she doesn't like the menagerie's silks because they are fake silks and not the authentic Suli ones)

Anyways, thanks again for this lovely ask ♡

#six of crows #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #kanej #wesper #helnik #crooked kingdom #grishaverse

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picturespurple-68 · 1 year

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A little fic I wrote for @ashafox based on a spicy piece from their Twitter (18+ only).

Summary: College au, nerd!Ivan stuffs jock!Alfred into a locker with only a toy and little clothes.

Rating: Explicit 18+

"Ivan! Ivan please dude it was just a joke! Come on, don't be like this! Vany- mph!"

A strip of duct tape slapped over the mouth shut him up fast.

"That is enough out of you." Ivan smugly looked over his handiwork of Alfred. He'd convinced the man to join him in the men's locker room and had him strip down to nothing but his silly jockstrap with a promise of, "sexy fun times" as Alfred liked to say. From there it was easy to overpower him, tying his wrist behind his back using the obnoxiously long laces of his cleats and shoving his favorite bullet vibrator down the front of his underwear with the wire securely tucked into the waistband.

After being manhandled into his open locker, Ivan took delight in clicking the toy on and hearing him startle. Alfred looked at him indignantly when Ivan laughed at him, "What's wrong Alfred? This is just a taste of your own medicine."

"M-mm!"

He gave his phone a check noticing the time, "Don't worry. I'll be back for you after class. Oh- And try to stay quiet. You wouldn't want your team to find you like this."

Alfred could only give more muffled protests as he watched Ivan walk away.

Fuck. Now he was stuck here with this God damn incessant buzzing against his cock. It got worse when its pattern changed to something more intense and stuttering.

Leaning against the cool locker wall, Alfred could only ride out the sensations and focus on remembering to breathe through his nose. A minute passed, he could do this. A couple more now, his cock was growing but he was fine. Ten minutes in, ah ah ah yes please! Don't stop ngh! Minute eleven, no! It changed, why did it change?!

There was no rhyme or reason for the alternating pulses he had to ride out. It was always just when it was getting good that he'd be brought back down and now he was aware of how wet his jock had become.

'Ivan you dickhead.' His thoughts could only think about the nerd who put him in this predicament with his shitty personality, stupid baby face, ridiculously big di-

SLAM

Alfred tensed when the sound of the locker room door echoed through the space followed by footsteps and familiar voices.

"Idiot! Don't slam the door, you'll draw attention to us!" 'Oh, that was definitely Gilbert's scratchy ass tone.'

"You interrupted my date with Lukas! Let's just get this done already, which locker did you stash it in?" 'Matthias? Shit! Both their lockers are near mine!'

He could hear the two getting closer and his body inexplicably grew hot. It might've been because of his exhibition kink that Ivan so loved to exploit from the young man, or maybe it was the toy's vibration suddenly intensifying on his dick. Either way, Alfred could barely focus on keeping himself quiet as his orgasm approached faster than his brain could register.

The delaying of his pleasure made it feel all the better as he came hard enough for his cum to spill through the fabric and drip to the floor. It seemed luck was on his side when the two men dug through a locker just on the other side of Alfred's.

When his mind began to clear, he could faintly hear metal banging metal and sneakers squeaking farther away. Everything was going well, at least, until he realized the vibrator was still buzzing on his now sensitive cock.

'Oh God oh shit! Stop! Stop! Ahn please!'

He could plead all he wanted in his head but there was nobody around to help. The only relief he could get was when the vibrations went down again; too bad it never completely stopped. His hips twitched madly while his skin grew clammy all over especially his face, with his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose and the tape on his mouth beginning to peel off.

'How much longer will this last?!'

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45 minutes

That's how long it took before Ivan came walking back to find Alfred in the state he was in. At some point his glasses had fully fallen off, letting him press his whole face into the locker wall. A look of bliss graced his features as his eyes could barely stay open and moans slipped out of the parting duct tape. Ivan took note of the small puddle of cum that continued to dribble from his soaked underwear.

Giving a click of the tongue, he took mercy on Alfred and turned the bullet off. A grateful sob ripped through the spent man who leaned over in exhaustion to fall into Ivan's hold. Moving to sit on a bench with the American in his lap, Ivan helped him to come down from his high by petting his hair and whispering gentle praise in Russian.

Eventually, when touching his skin resulted in less twitching and his breathing evened out, the bigger man got up to carry Alfred to the showers nearby. He'd be a bit out of it for the rest of the day, but Ivan was glad to take care of the man until he was back to his usually obnoxious self.

#hws russia #hws america #ivan braginsky #alfred f jones #amerus #rusame #wfsn #my writing #hetalia

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