#referenced from six of crows

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

More little details that you might have missed/forgotten about in Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom

(Part 4, I think)

1) When Bahjan said that if she didn’t eat anything he would have to force-feed her, Inej’s immediate reaction was to reply that if he tried then she’d but his fingers off and honestly I just love that so much what a damn icon

2) It also took Inej all of five minutes to become suspicious that Bajhan and Alys were having an affair, and there are several instances later in the book that heavily imply her to be correct

3) When Jesper was a kid and first realised that he could pull colour from objects, his first instinct was to bleach a massive swear word across his father’s jurda field; this will never fail to amuse me

4) In the first chapter of Six of Crows, Leigh has Joost wish that Anya’s eyes were blue instead of brown because they would be easier to compliment, then spent the rest of two novels having Kaz and Inej internally describe and compliment each other’s brown eyes over and over again - it gets me every time

5) When Colm first arrives in Ketterdam and Jesper is terrified to tell him the truth of what’s going on, Wylan panics and makes up a lie about being duped out of their money. He also immediately takes the blame, claiming that he suggested to Jesper that they took a deal that turned out to be false. Not only is this linking to the point the books like to bring across about the best lies being close to the truth by referencing the deal with Van Eck going south, but it’s also a heartbreaking nod to Wylan’s trauma when he internally explains his reasoning for doing it; that he couldn’t bare the idea of Colm’s stress and confusion turning to anger that he would take out on Jesper. We as the reader know Colm to be a wonderful man and a far cry from Van Eck, and although Wylan quickly learns this in that exact moment it’s a dark nod to the paralysing fear he had of his own father because of the abuse he suffered, and the terror that every parent is like that and he has to put himself in the way to protect Jesper.

#sorry I’ve been kinda mia for a bit #gonna try to get through my inbox soon #love y’all darlings #grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #nina zenik #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kanej #wesper #kanej my beloved #wesper my beloved

[jahayla-parker]

Closure : Kaz Brekker x Reader

Description: 5.7k wc, Kaz’s wife seeks help from Nina to allow Kaz to get some closure surrounding Jordie’s death. Hurt-comfort, fluff, slight angst (turned fluff), healing.

Warnings: typical Six of Crows and Grishaverse warnings, mentions of death and funerals and related topics, mentions of trauma and injuries, etc. Again, typical SoC warnings.

Out of the corner of her eyes, y/n watched Kaz closely. She could tell her husband was trying to act as if it wasn’t impacting him. But y/n knew better. She could see the distant look in his eyes as he tried to focus on the numbers for the Crow Club’s books.

Kaz owned his family’s farm back in Lij; under an alias, of course. He’d always had eyes on the land even while he stayed in the Barrel. But once y/n was informed of the existence of the property, she had begun to take the occasional trip to the area to check on it for herself/themselves rather than relying on Kaz’s intel. Y/n often did these trips as part of a journey to visit the other crows. Y/n would always update Kaz to the state of the property once she returned home. Over time, she also began tending to the land in small increments; planting the seeds from Kaz for her favorite flower in the planter boxes she bought from a market in Ketterdam, sweeping the wind blown debris from the rooms of the little house on the property, etc.

Kaz had made the occasional trip back as well, but primarily relied on y/n’s detailed descriptions, stories, and analysis of their place in Lij. It was hard for him to go back; for many reasons. But, he couldn’t deny he missed it. He also couldn’t -though he certainly tried- ignore the way he felt when he and y/n were on the farm in Lij. It was uncomfortable in the sense that it was unfamiliar. But it was otherwise peaceful and homely. Not that it mattered. Kaz’s life was here; in Ketterdam, in the Barrel.

The couple had talked about moving at some point, but the conversation would always fade out when it came to what they’d be leaving behind. While most of their closest friends had all parted from the Barrel and Ketterdam entirely, there was still something -or someone- they’d be leaving behind. Jordie. Kaz’s late older brother who was resting under the cold harbor of Ketterdam.

While Kaz felt guilty for not being able to leave the area, he knew y/n more than understood his reasoning. Yet, that didn’t stop him from having to face his racing thoughts on the matter tonight. He felt as if his head was spinning. He wanted to offer his wife a comfortable life, a life in his childhood town, where she would be safe and free to do as she wished, where he might be able to put his past behind him. After all, he’d gotten his vengeance on Rollins. The only thing keeping Kaz here in the grungy streets of the Barrel -other than the easy influx of Kruge, which he could surely find a way to continue if he left- was his brother. It was foolish. Jordie was dead. He’d died long ago and he wasn’t coming back. Kaz’s staying here wouldn’t change that. Yet it felt wrong to leave the place his brother was, even if it was the same place that had taken that brother from him.

“I’m off to see Mila Jandersdat,” y/n said, breaking the silence.

Kaz smirked at the unnecessary use of Nina’s undercover name. “Is that so?” “Well, tell Ms. Jandersdat that she still owes me a new hat,” he commented lightly, referencing the one the Grisha had stolen on her last departure from Ketterdam.

Y/n laughed. “I’ll be sure to let the Fjerdan Prince know that their spouse is still indebted to you,” she teased, leaning down. Upon noticing Kaz didn’t react in a way that told her stop, she placed a kiss to his cheek.

Kaz looked up from his desk as y/n turned to move towards the door. He grabbed her hands in his bare ones. “Take my coat,” he instructed.

“It’s not that co-” y/n protested futilely.

“Take my coat,” Kaz echoed.

Y/n huffed lightly but nodded. “I’ll be back after the bakery, you’ll sure you don’t want to join?” She waited patiently for Kaz to answer. For the first time ever when asking that question, she actually hoped he’d say no. He usually did, and she hoped that was the case again today as she wanted to talk to Nina alone.

Kaz rewarded y/n’s kindness with a small but appreciative smile. He shook his head. “The ledger needs work,” he mumbled vaguely. In reality, he was just too in-his-head to handle anything else. He squeezed his wife’s hands faintly as he watched her depart.

Y/n swallowed another sip of her lemonade as she prepared to switch the tone of the visit she was having with Nina. She’d let her friend catch her up on everything she had done since they last saw each other. But now, y/n needed to ask her for a favor. “Okay, so…,” y/n began with an audible shift in her tone.

“Mmm?” Nina questioned knowingly as she glanced up from her plate.

“I need a favor,” y/n explained cautiously. She bit her lip as she waited for Nina’s reaction.

Nina sighed. “I don’t do Brekker favors anymore,” she reminded y/n.

“He’s not asking, I am,” y/n clarified. “Although he does want his hat back, or a new one in place of it,” she added to break the tension.

Nina laughed loudly. “Okay, if it’s for you, sure,” she accepted.

“I haven’t even asked,” y/n pointed out, “you don’t know what it is I’m asking you to do”.

“Doesn’t matter,” Nina winked.

Y/n giggled and shook her head with a timid smile gracing her lips.

“What is it?” Nina questioned, taking another bite of her cinnamon waffle.

“It involves your newly acquired skill set,” y/n mumbled quietly.

“Go on,” Nina urged, waving her fork at her friend.

Y/n bit her lip nervously and sighed. “I need nothing more than help to locate someone…” she explained, hoping to minimize the weight of her request.

“Someone deceased,” Nina clarified knowingly.

“Yes,” y/n acknowledged.

“Why?” The Grisha questioned as she swallowed another large bite.

“Closure…” y/n explained vaguely. She knew Kaz was needlessly embarrassed that he didn’t even know the exact placement of his late brother’s body in Ketterdam. Y/n had once suggested he visit Jordie to help him heal, even if he didn’t believe that kind of thing. Only, that was when she learned how deep Kaz’s guilt went. He didn’t know Jordie’s exact location and he blamed himself for that.

Y/n didn’t feel like she was crossing any boundaries. Nina already knew of Kaz’s brother; they all did by now. Plus, Y/n had asked Kaz before if he would want to know where Jordie was. In doing so, she learned he did want to know, just hadn’t initiated the process; an area where he often needed a push or assistance with.

It didn’t take long for y/n to explain to Nina what she needed from her. Nor did it take long for Nina to put her new skills to work in locating Jordie’s body. Y/n had of course gone with her, and she was pleased Kaz didn’t have to experience that part. While Nina’s skills were impressive, they were also a bit disturbing when you knew the deceased person she was calling out to. Nevertheless, Nina succeeded. Meaning y/n could now offer her husband the chance for more closure when it came to his past.

Y/n and Kaz were donned in matching black overcoats, walking with their elbow linked, as they made their way through the streets of the Barrel. Y/n had informed her husband of her discovery and offered for him to go alone or for her to go with him, leaving it up to him. Kaz didn’t directly ask her to go with him, but he made it clear that was what he wanted. So, the couple had departed from the Crow Club and were now watching as people parted to make way for the Barrel’s most powerful couple.

Y/n silently waited beside Kaz as he stood staring out at the water in the exact place Nina stated she located Jordie. It was clear he was trying not to get emotional, his eyes twinkling as he fought back tears. “You don’t have to do this,” y/n whispered supportively, “or we can break it up, I just thought maybe-”.

“No, it’s fine,” Kaz muttered shortly. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You…” he began, trying to find a way to properly thank y/n for bringing him this chance. “I need to do this,” he admitted. “I should’ve years ago”.

Y/n shook her head. “That’s not how this works,” she defended.

The tears slowly trickling down Kaz’s face softened the intense sensation of drowning that filled his chest as he stared silently at the water where Jordie’s body allegedly was. The flashbacks that played in his mind were powerful, but less severe than they had been when he first started getting them years ago. And the now-comforting feeling of y/n’s hand in his kept him tethered to reality, to the moment; keeping him from succumbing to the feeling of drowning.

Y/n watched as Kaz kept his eyes closed for awhile. She didn’t say a word. She just watched his facial expression, listened to his breathing pattern, and kept a close eye on his overall state.

When he was done standing on the shore before his brother’s sunken body, Kaz turned to his wife. “Thank you,” he whispered shakily to her.

“Course,” y/n said, squeezing Kaz’s hand. She could tell he was still fighting off the rising water in his chest so she moved her hand to his jacket-covered elbow. “Let’s get you home,” she suggested warmly as she guided them back to the Slat.

“Th-” Kaz cleared his throat as he looked up from his dresser to make eye contact with y/n through the mirror. ��Thank you,” he whispered gruffly. He took a long deep breath before adding, “for having me go”.

“Of course,” y/n hummed softly. She watched Kaz’s facial expressions in the mirror as she pushed her boots off with her feet. “So, it helped then?” She asked, trying to confirm she’d read through his faux stoic expression properly.

Kaz shifted his gaze back to his dresser as he stripped his outer layers off. “I know he’s gone,” he stated simply. But, his shoulders loosened and lowered as he nodded slowly. “But… yes, it did.”

“I’m glad,” y/n said and smiled tenderly as she crawled into their bed. She scooted under the covers as she analyzed Kaz as he prepared for the night. She could see that while it would still take time, today’s adventure had initiated a healing journey that hadn’t truly begun before now.

“You can tell Ms. Jandersdat that I don’t need a new hat,” Kaz mumbled as he approached the bed. He noticed y/n’s grin and small chuckle. He smirked and took a deep breath before he carefully slid into his side of the bed. “Goodnight, y/n/n,” he whispered as he uncharacteristically let his left hand cross the space between them under the sheets and rest atop y/N’s.

Y/n sighed as she searched the last possible place in the Slat that Kaz might have been. She’d already searched the Crow Club before she headed here. Yet, she still hadn’t located him. As she thought about where else her husband might have snuck off to, she thought back through what had transpired in the first place.

They had been sitting together in Kaz’s office this evening when he got word that there’d been an incident. One of his lead Dregs had informed him that this young orphan boy had somehow managed to find himself getting mixed up with Kaz’s crew. He hadn’t reacted well. The young orphan would be fine, but Kaz had set clear rules for his Dregs and this was a violation. He had stormed off to chew out his crew over the mistake. Y/n had been beside him as he lashed out at the Dregs and informed them of the sanctions for such an incident. Meaning she was there when he announced that as part of their consequences he was going to be taking their wages for the week. He’d grumbly whispered to her as he requested that she take the sum of their wages and ensure the boy’s hospital stay was paid for (and give him the remainder as compensation). When y/n had returned from doing so, she noticed Kaz’s disappearance.

Y/n knew as soon as they heard of the incident what Kaz would feel and how he’d react. She also knew why. The situation was far too familiar and personal for him. So, it hadn’t surprised her when he was not in the Slat nor the Crow Club when she arrived. However, it wasn’t until she remembered his behavior over the last several weeks that she realized where he must be.

Y/n buttoned her coat as she made her way to the harbor. She knew Kaz had to be there. It made sense when she recalled how often he’d been coming here since the day two months ago when she and Nina located Jordie. She had made a makeshift generic headstone (knowing Kaz wouldn’t want people to know the meaning or significance of the place much less connecting it to him) for the site so that if Kaz wished to return on his own he could do so easily; even if he was distracted by the emotional turmoil in his mind upon doing so. She and Kaz had went to the site together multiple times. And in the last few weeks he’d even gone by himself. It would make sense that today’s triggers would bring him back to the site that he now found some kind of connection and healing at.

Y/n saw him instantly. It didn’t matter that Ketterdam was pitch black at his hour and that Kaz was dressed head to toe in coal black clothing. She’d recognize Kaz’s silhouette and shadow no matter what. She watched him closely as she approached. He’d been getting better at opening up to her and even to himself since first coming here. But there was only so much he could do while staying stoic and keeping up his menacing image for the public. So it was no surprise that even tonight he was still keeping a wall up. He was shaking slightly, his breathing sharp and fists clenched. She could see he was still furious over what had happened, but the shine of the moon highlighted the fact his eyes were more moist than normal. It was progress, he was letting himself grieve finally. She debated about whether to approach or just say back and let him have his space. But, before she could determine what the best option was, Kaz answered it for her.

“You do not need to spy on your husband from the shadows,” Kaz muttered, his fists unraveling as he pictured the bashful expression that was likely gracing y/n’s face over his teasing comment. His back was to her as he stayed looking out at the harbor, but he heard her approaching. He extended the hand not holding his cane to the side, taking hold of her hand when she reached him. His eyes flickered over at her as he quickly scanned her to ensure she was dressed properly for the cold weather and had brought her weapon with her. After his eyes took in that she was wearing the thick winter coat he’d gotten her last year, long pants, boots, and saw the outline of her weapon in her coat pocket, he let out a silent sigh of relief. “It was a joke,” Kaz muttered as he watched y/n’s face.

“What?” Y/n questioned, her head turning to face Kaz.

“My comment, when you arrived,” Kaz explained. “It was a joke”. He squeezed her hand as he interlaced their fingers. “I mean, you don’t have to spy, but-”

“I wasn’t spying,” y/n argued.

Kaz lifted his brows teasingly as he gazed knowingly at y/n.

Y/n chuckled and shook her head. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to be alone,” she explained.

Kaz hummed. “I always want to be alone,” he admitted, looking back at the water. “Especially when… feeling like… well… feeling,” he simplified. He shook his head as his gaze returned to his wife’s presence. “Unless it’s you,” Kaz confessed, his cold cheeks thawing briefly as he blushed madly.

Y/n grinned at Kaz and squeezed his hand. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she promised. It was an indirect vow to fight off any uncertainty on how to proceed when Kaz was dealing with something. But, they both knew what it meant. Kaz was healing, he was being more open and honest, more needing of and seeking out his wife’s love and support when he needed it instead of shutting down and trying to push her away.

“What do you think would help you get closure?” Y/n questioned once she saw the faint calmness take over Kaz’s face.

“This helped,” Kaz admitted, referred to y/n having gotten Nina to help find Jordie’s body.

“I know, I can see it,” y/n hummed as she tenderly smiled over at Kaz. “And, I’m glad”. Y/n rubbed her thumb over the back of Kaz’s hand. “I know you don’t have faith or a religious belief of any kind, but,” she hesitated briefly, continuing only as Kaz squeezed her hand, “do you think a burial might help?”

“What?” Kaz croaked out in confusion and shock. He wasn’t sure what he expected y/n to say as a possible solution. But, he’d never anticipated that.

“Burying him,-” y/n began cautiously.

Kaz stiffened as he glared out at the water before them. “He is buried,” he pointed out.

“Right, yeah, no I know, Kaz,” y/n agreed sympathetically. “But, you hate the harbor, and well, water,” she frowned, “even outside of this, it’s distressing for you”. She sighed as she gazed out at the water as well. “So I thought maybe… I’d suggest that you think about an underground burial for him”. Y/n knowingly moved her hand around in Kaz’s hold when he tensed so that he wouldn’t feel as if he was holding a cold & stiff hand. “You’d still have a place to visit him, and-” she explained slowly.

“I can’t,” Kaz told y/n, cutting her off.

Y/n analyzed her husband’s face as she thought over her next words. “You wouldn’t have to see anything,” she promised. She knew he’d never admit such a vulnerability out loud while they were out in the public, but she knew it was likely one of his hesitations; Kaz already had Jordie’s dead body engraved in his mind, he didn’t need to see it again. “It would be done in secret, in the background, just Nina and I, we’d handle the-” y/n elaborated.

Kaz suddenly sharply turned to face y/n. His anxious eyes scanned her face as he tried to read if she was lying. “You’d do that?” He asked.

Y/n nodded affirmatively. “If you wanted, yes,” she promised. “I’m not expecting you to want to see, touch, or otherwise deal with any of this, Kaz”.

Kaz nodded slowly. He turned from y/n as he thought about her proposal. After a few moments of silence, he shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Okay,” y/n replied, squeezing Kaz’s hand. “That’s fine,” she assured him. “I knew you might not want to, I figured I’d offer but-”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want that,” Kaz spoke sharply. He closed his eyes painfully tight and sighed as he regretted his tone. His regret increased as he noticed the way his wife paused. Kaz took a deep but shaky breath before continuing. “It’s just…” he sighed, “Lij”.

“What about it?” Y/n questioned delicately as she scanned her husband’s profile.

Kaz’s eyes flickered off the water and towards his feet. He sighed and shook his head. “That’s where we should be.” He lifted his gaze up to meet y/N’s as he added, “you love the house and-”.

“Kaz,” y/n sighed.

Kaz shook his head softly, a silent signal for y/n to wait for him to explain before trying to confront him. “I want to be there too,” he confessed, watching his wife’s face for her reaction. “For us to be there. Together.” He tried not to cringe at how broken his words were coming out. “Not just for a trip. But for our…h-ho-….” Kaz murmured in a hushed voice.

“Our home?” Y/n clarified. When Kaz nodded stiffly, she smiled softly. This too was a big step for him, in many ways. “I love that idea, you know that.”

Kaz broke his eye contact with y/n as she looked back out at the water. His face took on a saddened expression. “I can’t ignore what happened here or move on,” he said remorsefully.

“No one says you have to forget or ignore it,” y/n commented, squeezing Kaz’s slightly trembling hand. “If you wanted to do the burial,” she began carefully.

“If we did the burial,” Kaz sighed, “we’d still be stuck here or I’d have to come back”. He shook his head. “I mean not have to, but-”.

“Kaz,” y/n spoke tenderly in order to stop his rambling. “He could come with us,” she suggested.

“What?” Kaz whispered.

Y/n rubbed the back of Kaz’s hand with her thumb. “Nina and I could get him back to Lij,” she offered. “He could have a proper burial”. She hesitated but continued with her thought, “a funeral even”.

“No mourners, no-” Kaz griped.

“Kaz,” y/n giggled lightly. She smiled faintly as her giggle made Kaz’s lip curl. “This is different,” she explained.

“No funeral,” Kaz replied firmly. Despite his gruff voice, he squeezed his wife’s hand as a silent thank you for the offer.

“Okay,” y/n accepted easily.

“But…” Kaz trailed off.

“But?” Y/n pressed gently.

Kaz took a deep breath and sighed. “Perhaps.. I do owe it to him,” he began slowly. “To finally get him out of these waters”.

“Kaz-” y/n frowned.

Kaz sighed but nonetheless accepted y/n’s unspoken response. He revised his wording as he knew why he was being scolded. “I owe it to him… to let him rest,” he rephrased quietly. “Even if just his body”.

Y/n’s lips curled minutely. “Okay,” she nodded. “We can arrange that”.

Kaz’s grip on y/n’s hand tightened unconsciously as he thought about the arrangement more. “I don’t…. I can’t see his-” he mumbled.

“You won’t,” y/n promised. She knew he meant he couldn’t face seeing his late brother’s body. And she had never intended for him to. It was an easy promise. She and Nina would get Jordie to Lij for Kaz without Kaz having to be further traumatized in the process.

Y/n’s eyes flickered between the wooden door that lead down to the cabin of Inej’s ship and the wooden casket that was being loaded on board.

Everything from their home was already packed and ready to depart via Inej’s ship to travel to the other end of Kerch; to Lij. Everything but Jodie. Y/n had sequestered her husband Kaz below deck with Wylan and Jesper to keep him company. Meanwhile, Nina, Inej, and several clueless Dregs, loaded Jordie’s coffin onto the ship. The engraved dark mahogany casket with elaborate metal hinges and personalized engraved metallic plating that was now encasing and hiding Jordie’s body had been made by Jesper and Wylan at y/n’s request. She and Nina had seen to getting Jordie’s body from the harbor to the casket undetected. Well, Nina managed Jordie’s body and ensured there was no lingering contagion nor decaying smell. While y/n had been on lookout in the immediate vicinity of the scene. And now Inej was helping them transport the unlabeled casket to Lij. It had been a full team effort and y/n was beyond grateful that her friends were so willing to help her with this.

Once the casket was secured, hidden from sight, and covered with a weather proof sheet, Y/n dismissed the clueless Dregs. She thanked the girls as she made her way down to the cabin below deck. She gave Kaz a small supportive smile in greeting as his eyes snapped towards her upon hearing her enter. She made her way over to the boys and sat down beside Kaz.

Kaz watched y/n fight her visible exhaustion as their friends chatted about their respective experiences in their new lives. He stared expectantly at her profile, waiting for her to glance his way in a silent question as to if she could rest against him. Only, she didn’t seem to notice. Instead, Kaz watched her eyes blink at an absurdly slow pace as she tried to fight a yawn. He stifled a chuckle, the suppressed desire to grin showing up as a faint smirk. He shook his head and nudged y/n. Kaz gave her a knowing look, pleased when she quickly comprehended his request and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Ready to give all this up?” Y/n asked in a whisper as her friends listened to Inej informing them of her latest adventures.

Kaz seemed to falter in shock. But, as he looked over at his wife, he nodded confidently. A smirk graced his lips as he murmured, “I’m always ready”.

Y/n giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. She leaned into his shoulder further as she smiled around at their friends. “Hey guys,” she whispered, quietly interrupting the conversation. When they turned to face her, she was greeted with several grins and knowing smirks given her current positioning with Kaz. “Thank you all for coming to help us move,” y/n hummed.

“You both helped us during ours,” Wylan commented with a smile.

“Well, y/n did,” Jesper corrected smugly, “Kaz just stood around”.

Kaz shot Jesper a light glare. “I was supervising,” he stated.

Y/n laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand when Kaz’s gaze snapped down at her questioningly. She giggled behind her hand as she tried to stifle her laughter. She lowered her hand and gave Kaz an innocent grin, making the corners of his lips curl up as he playfully shook his head at her.

———

Y/n made her way back down to the lower deck of Inej’s ship. She’d just gotten back from checking on the burial site. Earlier she’d arranged for one of the workers who’d been tending to the farm while they were away due a grave site prior to the crows’ arrival. Y/n had ensured that it was completed and was now returning to her husband as he waited below deck.

Y/n’s eyes met Kaz’s and she then glanced arrived the room in silent communication with him. She watched as Kaz nodded in understanding and acceptance that the others in the room, namely Jesper, was going to hear whatever she was about to say. She nodded back and walked to his side. “He’s in a casket, Kaz,” she explained tenderly. Y/n spared a look at Kaz’s hands and realized he must’ve caught on to her uncertainty as he randomly flipped his palm up and extended his hand towards her. She gave him a small smile and took his hand in hers. “We’re going to move him to the burial site,” she explained slowly, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. Y/n had a feeling she knew the answer to her question, but she didn’t want to not offer him the chance. “Did you want to come up and,-?” She began quietly.

“No,” Kaz replied stiffly as his body tensed.

“You don’t want to watch him go into,-” Jesper began to ask, not noticing the look y/n was giving him.

“No,” Kaz repeated gruffly. His hand tightened in y/n’s hold and he shifted his jaw. He managed a deep breath when her warm hand squeezed his lovingly.

“I know it’s hard,” Wylan said sympathetically. “But, it’s the only time-,” he argued, squinting in confusion at the realization y/n was shooting daggers at him.

“That’s enough,” y/n stated firmly. She shot her husband a subtle sympathetic look. She squeezed Kaz’s hand again, her thumb grazing the back of it as she went to move. She nodded her head at the others in signal for them to follow her.

———

“That was really beautiful, y/n,” Inej commented supportively as their group made their way back to the farmhouse.

Y/n smiled appreciatively at her friend. She and most of the other crows had all gone with her to help her bury Jordie’s casket and body. She intentionally buried him beside this one specific tree she recalled Kaz previously telling her a childhood story about. It was one of the few childhood memories Kaz actually had. While it was likely a story Jordie had passed down to Kaz, given Dirtyhands would’ve been too young to recall anything from his time here on his own, that almost made the location even more sentimental.

While y/n and the other crows respectfully buried Kaz’s late brother, Jesper had stayed behind to keep Kaz company. Not that Kaz would ever admit to needing or wanting such, even now. But his crows, his found family, knew him well enough.

As the group entered y/n and Kaz’s new home, Y/n greeted Jesper with the same appreciative grin she’d given the others after they helped with the burial. “Alright, so,” she murmured as her black boots echoed on the tiled flooring under her feet. “I say we unpack the bedroom stuff first?” Y/n asked, looking at her husband for his input, knowing Kaz wouldn’t want to talk about what she had just finished doing.

“That’s important,” Inej agreed, quickly picking up on y/n’s intentions.

“I’d say so,” Jesper smirked smugly as he winked over at the couple.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Not like that, you degenerate,” she laughed. “I meant so that we would have something to sleep in. We can unpack over time but I kinda would like something to lay on,” she joked as she took her husband’s left hand in hers.

“Lay on… while wearing what?” Jesper teased as he wriggled his eyebrows.

Kaz used his unoccupied hand to smack Jesper upside the head as he also shot him a look.

“Whaaat?” Jesper whined as he held his head. He looked between y/n and Kaz as she parted from Kaz as she made her way over to the moving boxes.

“What do you mean what?!” Kaz remarked, his eyes scrutinizing his friend.

“Wylan doesn’t care,” Jesper defended, rubbing the back of his head. “He knows I’m joking,” he laughed with a shrug.

“I don’t care,” Kaz remarked simply as he waved the comment off dismissively. “Don’t talk about my wife like that,” he ordered. From his periphery, he saw the grin that formed on y/n’s face as the title ‘wife’ left his lips. But his scolding gaze never left Jesper.

Y/n walked back over to the bickering boys and rubbed Kaz’s back through his coat. “You heard him,” she said as she smirked at Jesper before she passed by them with a box in her hand.

“Y/n,” Jesper groaned loudly. “Help me out, it was a joke,” he whined with a dramatic pout.

“You’re on your own, Jes,” y/n chuckled from the hall.

Kaz continued to stare as Jesper turned back around hesitantly. He stifled a chuckle as the sharpshooter gave him a faux innocent expression. Kaz shook his head as he brushed past him on his way to help his wife with the boxes she had been carrying.

———

“If you keep smiling so much Brekker, you might erase your hard earned scowl lines,” Nina teased with a smug grin as she watched her friends who were snuggled up on the couch in their new place.

The group had all been making playful comments about how happy Kaz looked. But, it hadn’t caused the man to part from his wife’s side. Instead, he just teased them back or lightheartedly glared at the remarks throughout the evening.

As Kaz turned to face Zenik, his eyes caught sight of window and he realized that it was now after dusk. “On that note, I think you should be on your way,” he murmured.

“Kaz,” y/n scolded with a laugh. She shook her head and tugged on his arm she had linked with hers.

Kaz chuckled as he gazed down at his wife. “What?” He questioned with pretend confusion.

“He’s just playing coy, we know he loves us being here,” Nina winked. “But, we probably should head out before it gets too late,” she acknowledged.

Y/n smiled at their friends as they gathered just outside of her and Kaz’s front door for final goodbyes. She quickly parted from her place at her husband’s hip as she went to give everyone a hug. “Thank you all, again,” she smiled. “Please feel free to come visit, anytime,” y/n offered, returning to Kaz’s side.

Kaz gently set one of his hands on y/n’s far hip once she was back beside him. “But, write first,” he said stoically, despite the playful glint in his eyes. “Otherwise, you risk finding yourself staring down the wrong end of a barrel,” he warned.

“We know, we know,” Jesper smirked. He and Kaz exchanged knowing glances as the group all said they goodbyes.

———

Y/n watched from the window of their new home as Kaz sat beside Jordie’s burial site marker. If he’d visited before today, she hadn’t seen it. But, she was proud of him visiting the area after having only been here less than a week.

The tree and connected burial site were far enough away from the house that y/n had to squint to see much of anything from this far away. But she didn’t need to. She was simply proud he was finally allowing himself to grieve the loss of his brother after all this time.

Y/n wasn’t naive. She knew there still had a long way to go. That Kaz still had a lot to work through. She knew it might be difficult along the way but she was happy they were here. Kaz could now rest. He’d exacted his revenge on Pekka and now he’d helped his brother find rest back home. So, while they’ll still earned some income from the club, Kaz could finally have a life that wasn’t not so hard on his injured leg or traumatized mind; one where he could find closure and peace. And he deserved that.

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[wylanslcve]

to the bone ━━━ a six of crows one-shot.

spoiler warning: this is not a safe space for fans who have only watched the show and do not want to have wylan's story spoiled for them in case we get the spin-off. this one-shot is based off a scene that is referenced in six of crows, and contains heavy spoilers for wylan's backstory which hasn't yet been explored in the showverse (I say "yet" because I'm holding onto hope that we'll get that spin-off asdfghjkl).

summary: ever since jan van eck had hired him for the mission at the ice court, kaz intended to use wylan as leverage against his father. but wylan had known from the start, from the moment that kaz had told him that he'd be excellent at hostage, that that wouldn't be effective. not when he'd been nothing but a disappointment to his father. not when van eck was hellbent on forgetting that he ever had a son. wylan couldn't keep it hidden anymore. kaz needed to know the truth. (or: the scene where wylan tells kaz about his disability.)

author's note: this work is a submission for grishaverse disability pride day by @gvdisabledpride that will also be available on ao3, so if you also see this work there... that's why :)

content warning: descriptions of ableism, mentions of past child abuse, ptsd

ABOARD THE FEROLIND after the battle at the Djerholm harbour, Wylan lay curled up in his cot below deck, waiting for the moment the sway of the ship would lull him to sleep.

Except he knew it probably wouldn't. He'd been lying in his cot for what felt like hours, tossing and turning, desperately trying to silence his racing thoughts and just fall asleep. He tried to focus on the sound of the sea muffled by the hull of the Ferolind, on the sway of the ship as it journeyed closer and closer to Ketterdam — but the freezing cold wasn't doing him any favours, and neither was that anxious gnawing in his gut.

The mission had been, considerably, a success: they'd escaped the Ice Court in one piece, with Kuwei Yul-Bo stashed away in one of the other cabins and the promise of thirty million kruge awaiting them back in Ketterdam. Wylan would get his share and leave this life behind. He'd journey somewhere far away, never having to speak the name Van Eck again.

Van Eck…

Wylan swallowed the bile rising up inside him. Kaz had intended to use him as leverage against his father, lest the plan go awry and Van Eck was suddenly uncooperative. “Wylan isn’t just good with the flint and fuss,” he'd announced that first day on the Ferolind, right before he'd revealed Wylan's true identity to the rest of the crew. “He's our insurance.” 

Wylan shut his eyes, curled up tighter in his cot. His heart was starting to beat a little faster, a hummingbird trapped inside a cage, and he forced his breath slowly through his chest — a deep breath through his nose, shattering the silence that had thickened around him. Kaz had kept him close to use him as leverage against Van Eck, but one thing the older boy wasn't aware of was that Wylan couldn't be their insurance. Not when his father wanted him to disappear. Not when he was attempting to forget he ever had a son. Not when his new wife, Alys, was bearing the heir of the Van Eck empire — a proper hier, not the defective one he’d received in Wylan. Not the one who’d turn the Van Eck name into a laughingstock.

I have to tell Kaz.

Instinctively, his fingers reached up to touch his neck. He could still feel Prior's meaty hands clasped tightly around it, his grip firm and relentless as Wylan grew dizzy and black spots slowly filled his vision. He sat up, hoping the feeling would subside if he got up and let more air fill his lungs — and yet, the feeling of his throat constricting persisted, and a suffocating, uncontrollable panic welled up in him.

He hugged his knees to his chest and slowly rocked himself back and forth with his head buried in his arms, horrified by how his breath was coming out in short, shallow whimpers as the memories came flooding back, by how the tears prickled the corners of his eyes as his father's voice echoed in his ears.

A child half your age can effortlessly do what you cannot.

I've tried everything I possibly could. I've tried tutors, specialists, I've tried forcing that stubbornness out of you and yet you refuse to be taught.

You can't be sent anywhere because your defect might be revealed.

“Get out of my head,” Wylan whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he continued to rock himself back and forth. “Get out of my head.”

Once you reveal yourself to be defective, they'll turn your back on you. They'll leave you as you were: the wayward son of one of the richest men in Ketterdam.

“Get… Get out of my head.”

But the voice was persistent, unwelcome. You worthless fool. You soft-pated idiot.

He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, blinking back the tears that formed a painful lump in his throat. He swallowed, trying to force it down to no avail, and a fresh flare of panic swelled within him. Someone could walk into his cabin at any moment and see him in this state: rocking back and forth with his head in his hands, chest shuddering over and over as he gasped for air, begging the voice in his head to lapse into silence. And yet, there was nothing he could do about it. He felt detached from his own body, as though he were watching himself from the perspective of an outsider, helpless against the wave of shame overcoming him.

He stayed like that until the jittery feeling coursing through him had subsided enough for him to think rationally again. Above that irrefutable voice in the back of his mind, he once again thought about revealing his greatest shame to Kaz. What would happen if he just stayed there on his cot, if he never told Kaz that he couldn't be used as leverage against his father? And what would happen if Van Eck double-crossed them, and there wasn't any good enough insurance to ensure that the six of them would get their money? Their efforts would have been futile, and none of them would get what they'd initially sought — and it might as well be his fault.

His body starting to tremble, Wylan forced himself to stand up from his cot. Just do one thing at a time. Just like his tutor had taught him in order to stop him from getting overwhelmed by the page. Stand up. He slid off the edge of the cot, straightened as his feet touched the ground. Take a deep breath. He closed his eyes, took another deep breath through his nose. Open your eyes. He opened his eyes and forced himself to walk. Go find Kaz. He assumed Kaz would be in his own cabin, scheming away, concocting backup plans for their backup plans in case anything went wrong.

He quietly left his cabin, making his way down the Ferolind's lower deck to find Kaz. He found the older boy sitting on the cot in his own cabin, staring intently at the floor with one hand gripping the crow head of his cane.

“Kaz?” Wylan swallowed frantically, his skin burning hot as he fought the words to come through. “I… I won't be leverage enough against my father. I know I'm supposed to be your… insurance, but I can't be. It won't be enough.”

Kaz sat up straighter, his free hand curling over the head of his cane as he looked up at Wylan. “And why is that?”

Something about Kaz's cold glare, his rock-salt rasp as he asked the question, sent a chill rippling over every inch of Wylan's skin. He wanted to scream. He wanted to bolt back to his cabin, hide beneath the paper-thin covers until he vanished completely. He wanted the floor to open up beneath him, to be dragged by the rolling waves into the depths of the sea. He wanted to disappear, just like his father wanted him to.

I have to tell him.

“I…” The roar of blood in his ears was deafening, drowning out the murmur of the waves outside the Ferolind's hull. That shameful helplessness was taut in his belly, a knot incapable of coming unravelled.

You just have to say it. You just have to say you can't read.

His father's taunts reverberated in his mind. Defective. Imbecile. Worthless. Broken. Disgraceful. Idiot. Useless. He was choking on them. They pressed against his throat like Prior's iron grip closing around it all those months ago, dirty fingernails digging into the skin of his neck. His cheeks burnt with shame despite the cold sweat that had broken out over every part of his body. His heart was a war drum beneath his ribs, his chest too tight, his breath too short and shallow. Take a deep breath. He couldn't. His clothes felt tight around his body — too tight, as though they stuck to him.

“I… I have an affliction.” Uttering those words aloud was enough to send a violent roil through Wylan's stomach, and he had to stop himself from throwing up. This was it. There was no taking back those words: he was halfway there.

Kaz merely sat there, looking rather impatient with his gloved hands folded over the crow's head of his cane. Wylan couldn't imagine what he looked like in this moment: red-faced, a trembling hand near his lips as if he were about to bite his nails, his eyes not meeting Kaz's.

It felt like the walls of the cabin were closing in on him, Prior's hands tightening around his throat as the latter half of his confession choked him. The waters he'd leapt into all those months ago were rising around him, filling his lungs and numbing his limbs with its icy grasp. He tried to fight against it, but the water was weighing him down, his limbs useless against the tide as he drowned in the murky waters of the Ketterdam harbour.

He drew another deep, shuddering breath.

Spit it out.

“I… I can't read,” he finally gasped, and the water receded.

There. He'd said it. He'd revealed his shame to Kaz, his voice barely above a whisper lest the sea around them carry his shame across its rolling waves and let the whole world know about Jan Van Eck's defective child.

Kaz's piercing glare was still on him, as if expecting him to say more. His expression remained as cold and calculating as ever — had he known about this too, just as he'd known about Wylan's true identity? Did Wylan have any tells that gave away his shame — his face growing pale at the sight of the tangled scrawl of words across a page, staring at it for too long hoping that he'd recognise the shapes of the words? Or had Kaz been surprised? Had this been the one thing he hadn't seen coming? His gaze was piercing and unreadable, but Wylan sucked in another breath and continued, trying to keep his voice steady.

“It's not that no one tried to teach me, lots of people did. But I just can't do it. It's like something in me refuses to do it.” That was what his father used to drill into him throughout his childhood, and the memory filled him with a sickening dread.

“I'm…” Wylan moistened his lips thoughtfully, trying to phrase his next words carefully without having the entire shameful story out in the open. The story of his father sending him away, supposedly to study music in Belendt. Of his Miggson and Prior trying to kill him, of him leaping into the murky canal with nothing but his satchel, fake enrolment papers and a soaked-through stash of kruge. “To him, I'm not worth losing. You can't use me as leverage if I'm not good enough insurance. There has to be another way around this, because this won't work. I know it won't.”

Kaz averted his gaze thoughtfully, then shrugged before standing up, leaning on his cane. That was his only response — a shrug. Had Wylan not been so afraid, so shaken by that shameful helplessness, he would have burst out laughing: he'd just revealed his defect to Kaz Brekker — the Bastard of the Barrel, the boy they called Dirtyhands in the grimy streets of the Barrel — and he'd merely shrugged. Shouldn't he be concerned with what to do with Wylan, now that he'd found out that his demolitions expert was just a useless fool evicted from his father's home?

“We'll have to work around that, then,” Kaz responded in that low, raspy voice. His eyes met Wylan's, boring into him as though searching for some semblance of worth within him, something that would compensate for his other failings. A pinprick of discomfort shot up Wylan's spine at the prolonged eye contact, but Kaz's eyes left his as he scanned Wylan from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes and back up again.

Wylan just stood there, completely stunned. He'd expected Kaz to sneer at him, or laugh at his affliction and refuse to give him his share of their reward once they'd reached Ketterdam. He'd expected the knot in his stomach to tighten, the shame growing, but he felt it loosen ever so slightly with the odd sense of relief and liberation that came with revealing his condition to Kaz.

“And how do you suppose we do that?” Wylan asked, his voice a low croak. “What other leverage could we possibly use?” 

Kaz looked towards the door of his cabin, then back at Wylan. Kaz Brekker saw the world as though it were a puzzle, and he studied Wylan like he was a piece of that puzzle that didn't fit where he'd thought it would — but now, it seemed, he'd found another place he could slot that piece into without having to tear the entire project apart. “Lest Van Eck double-crosses us, we'll have to stop him from getting what he wants.”

Wylan's brow furrowed. “And how, exactly, would we do that?”

“Nina's a passable Tailor at best — but, under the influence of parem, she could achieve something that shouldn't be possible. Not even in the hands of the most gifted Tailor.” Wylan swallowed thickly as Kaz continued. “We'll have her tailor you to look like Kuwei, and hand you off to your father.”

Wylan's heart stuttered at that. He was no stranger to Kaz's elaborate and unbelievable schemes — after all, they'd stolen a tank from a high-security prison — but this was different. This was absurd. Wylan agreeing to be tailored to look like Kuwei was a death wish: the Shu boy was valuable, certainly with large bounties on his head. He held the secret to the world's greatest threat, one that could wreak havoc if it fell into the wrong hands. Wylan could have refused — he should have refused, if he wanted to make it back to Ketterdam alive. Instead, he cleared his throat and responded with an assertive, “I'll do it.”

For a split second, a surprised look flashed in Kaz's eyes, but disappeared as quickly as it came. He expected me to refuse, Wylan thought as his cheeks heated with embarrassment once again.

“It may be permanent,” Kaz warned him.

Wylan shook his head. “I need to know. Once and for all, I need to know what my father really thinks of me.”

Kaz cast him an almost pitying look. “Surely Van Eck would have some qualms about ending your life—”

“He wouldn't,” Wylan asserted, picking at the skin of his lip, that ill feeling returning as the reality dawned on him. Van Eck had tried to kill him once, what would stop him from trying again? “I'll bet you that.”

“How much?”

“Ten kruge.”

Kaz's lip curled in a grin. “Surely your father wouldn't be so callous.”

Wylan shrugged. “You'd be surprised.”

“Nothing surprises me, merchling. That's why I'm still alive.” Kaz walked past Wylan and made his way to the cabin's entrance. “I'm going to fill Nina in on the plan. Go to her cabin within the hour.”

Wylan nodded as Kaz left the cabin, leaving Wylan alone with nothing but his own racing thoughts. When he'd finally gotten himself to move, he walked back to his own cabin and propped himself down on his cot, his body still trembling with the aftermath of confessing his greatest shame to Kaz. His fingers itched the way they always did whenever he yearned to play his flute or the piano in the music room of his father's house. Ghezen and his works, he wanted nothing more than to snatch his satchel up from the foot of his cot and grab his flute. He wanted to close his eyes and bring the instrument to his lips, letting the world disappear around him as the notes wrapped him in his own story — one free of the shame and fear he'd carried for so long, one that made his heart flutter with joy as the music flooded a soothing warmth through him. But he couldn't bring himself to even glance in the direction of his satchel.

He thought back to Kaz's unchanged expression at his admission, the light, dismissive shrug of his shoulders. The shame still gnawed at Wylan, but there was also the strange relief of getting something off his chest despite it, as though telling Kaz had freed something in him — something that had been encased in the chains of his father's contempt for as long as he could remember.

It's not too late to decline, pressed that voice in the back of his mind.

He shook his head assertively — if this is what had to be done to ensure the crew got their money, then so be it. And yet… he was terrified and horribly anxious.

He looked down at his hands, his eyes tracing over the creases of his slender fingers, the little scars with no clear origin along his skin, the crescent outlines on his palms from digging his nails into them. Within the hour, they weren't going to be his hands anymore — they'd be Kuwei's. Slowly, he buried his face in his hands, sighing deeply as his fingers raked through the tufts of hair that brushed his forehead. The face in his hands wouldn't be his anymore, and neither would the hair between his fingers. With Nina's power, he'd soon become the most valuable person in the world. He was terrified, but that wouldn't stop him from doing what he needed to. From ensuring that he and the rest of this crew got their money.

From finally learning what his father truly thought of him.

Van Eck had made it clear as Wylan grew up that there was no space for his son in his household. He'd made it clear that he wanted Wylan disappear for as long as it took him to forget that he ever had a son. And yet, a part of him hoped that maybe he'd misunderstood everything. That his father did indeed love him unconditionally just as any father loved his child.

Wylan lifted his head from his hands and started gnawing at his thumbnail. He wouldn't know for certain until the rest of Kaz's plan was carried out, when his face and name were no longer his.

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[greensaplinggrace]

it is just calling out misogyny. calling baghra abusive and not darkling because you want to fuck him.

i imagine this is about this post, in which case i want to be very clear here about a great many things. first of all, you are factually incorrect, and misconstruing the situation. it is not just calling out misogyny, because there would have to be misogyny occurring in the first place. which there was not.

second of all, i want to go over what exactly you did that fundamentally undermined your argument. what you were doing in that post is called a red herring. it is the act - in a debate or intellectual discussion - of diverting focus away from the original topic with an irrelevant one. what you are bringing to the table is a bias; it is the misconception that one must always be discussing what you believe is the more serious topic when addressing other issues - and it is the equivalent of, say, bringing up men's rights on posts about feminism.

to argue that there is a double standard occurring, one would have to have sufficient evidence that the template used to judge one side is being completely discarded or changed when judging the other. in that case, the biggest argument to be made in this fandom about double standards is the double standard of watering down the female loyalists while holding the male revolutionary accountable to an entirely radical degree.

but that's beside the point. because the post referenced didn't come close to showing any type of double standard in any direction.

now, i want to be very clear here: a woman being brought up or critiqued in any space does not equate an automatic attempt at misogyny. that one cannot discuss a woman's complete actions without also - by social consensus - bringing up a man to divert attention away from her, is more damaging in that regard than the initial discussion about the woman to begin with.

as such, what you are also bringing to the table is another bias - an assumption. that anyone critiquing a woman when there is a man right beside her is automatically ignoring his crimes. and not only that, but they are ignoring his crimes due to sexual intent.

this assumption often arises if one believes their own worldview is superior to anyone else's. and if one ignores how the delineation of focus and critique in fandom spaces operates. furthermore, this is rooted in the belief that moral pandering must be done at all times to remain acceptable in social (fandom, in this case) spaces. which i have already mentioned before as being incredibly harmful and engaging in a black and white worldview that simply does not comport with reality. people do not operate in boxes, and they do not need to give all of their focus all of the time to the things you have issues with. if they are so pressing to you, you should discuss them yourself.

in fact, this brings me to a recent post i made about cross-tagging, which seems strangely relevant to the way you and many others operate within fandom - and believe others should operate as well. and that is this: there is an obscene amount of inflammatory hate posts cross-tagged with irrelevant topics. they're always tagged with the groups or fandom spaces assumed to be similarly minded just because the media or character they engage with are more acceptable and "pure".

i've seen anti darkling posts tagged with genyalina. completely unrelated in any capacity to the subject of the main post. i've seen even more hate posts tagged with six of crows, when their only subject matter was shadow and bone. do you know why this is? it's because these people (when they are not simply trying to attract attention) believe wholeheartedly that their views on morality are homogenous with the whole, and that if one hates this amoral character in the ways they do, they must also like the morally acceptable things as well, and condemn others similarly. it is an automatic slide into 'us vs them' based on a shared impression of ethical ideology.

this is how people with little real capacity to decipher nuance end up getting their wires crossed about the complexity of literary discussion and personal interest in fandom. and how this somehow correlates to one's inherent goodness.

which is the long way of saying that a person does not have to raise every other issue when discussing one subject. they do not have to always mention the darkling when they talk about baghra - and they do not have to (as i am well acquainted with this fandom's obsession with female purity and gender essentialism) automatically support every female character spat out of those books just to make the people incapable of media comprehension and basic critical analysis feel better. they are not beholden to you, or your egocentric worldview of a homogenous social sphere. you are not the authority on operating in fandom spaces, and you are not - believe it or not - the authority on acceptable behavior in fandom spaces.

#sorry but there's more of a double standard in people praising baghra for the things the darkling does #than the other way around #sorry :/ #grishaverse #shadow and bone #fandomcourse #negative #baghra morozova #the darkling #aleksander morozova #asks and answers #anon #weird fucking people lmfao #like maybe go read a book or something idk #abuse mention tw #sab discourse #darkling slander sunday

[cornbake]

Percy and angst are always a great combo. Pardon me picking the easy route and using Orthax hes just too cool not to use. I don't remember the exact episode i referenced but just in case

Spoilers for Legends of Vox Machina Episodes 8-10

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, violence and blood.

It's all gone to hell.

The Briarwoods had been handled yet Percy wanted more. Deliah was still alive and he wasn't going to stop until everyone on that barrel was dead.

The rest of Vox was either helping Keyleth or unsure how to help. Grog being the one standing and twiddling his thumbs.

You and Cassandra were standing in between Percy and his kill. Cassandra keeping the necromancer close, just in case either she or something else where to try anything. You were currently staring down a six barreled gun and into the white glassed goggles blocking the soft blue eyes of the man in front of you.

"Move."

"You know I can't do that..." you take a hold of his extended hand. "Percy, this has gone too far. I need you to take a step back and breath for me."

The strength in his grip loosens as you push his arm to the side.

"Look at me. Look me in the eyes..." you move to hold his head in your hands pulling carefully at the leather mask. The smoke wisping around your wrist in a feeble attempt to stop you.

The horror etched in his face make your heartbreak. You held his cheek in your hand silently telling all his worries away.

"You are not alone anymore, I will fix this. Or die trying."

The moment would have lasted longer, you wanted to make it last longer. Whatever entity had found its way into Percy soul had other plans. the smoke tickened its hold on his. The quick movement to come next left you tumbling over Delilah and Cassandra and on you back winded.

Taking a moment to breathe the sounds of Grog raging into a fight with the gunslinger.

"Someone has to stop him before he hurts himself."

Taking in a deep breath you hope back to your feet. The demon had possession of your dearest Percival. His words a mass of anger and venom at that in which he was aiming at. A large arm grabs you, roughly pulling you out of the way as bullets ring out in your direction.

You give your barbarian a quick thanks before you retreat to cover completely. You could hear the other talking only a few meters away from your own spot.

The shots keep firing off one after another with the spite screaming out with them. You needed to do something. Anything at this point. You had to find a way to react your nobleman.

The only way you new how was with either blade or word, and while blade might be the right call. You couldnt find it in your heart to harm your dearest Percival.

"Please don't kill me you white haired idiot...." you shuffled out of your hidden spot, hands empty and up to show him your unarmed. You could feel the gazes of your team around you.

"Percival...."

To him, your voice was an angelic choir. To him, your eyes were nothing less than orbs holding his world within them.

But he wasn't there. He was within the horrors of his own mind. A trick playing him for a fool. The monsters of his past engaging him, pushing him further from the truth. Further into smoke and sunder. To the claws of the crow that played with his strings as if he where a puppet.

You. It didn't like you. It knew what you meant to its toy. It knows what power you hold over its head. And it doesn't like that. To the demon, you where nothing less than a bug. A distraction to keep his puppet from its goal. A problem that needed to be fixed.

Orange eye burn into your soul as you try to desperately call out for your gunslinger. The demon glaring at your pleading eyes with a burning fire of hatred. Here you stand a problem once again. And here it will get rid of this problem once and for all. With a shrill cry from both it and Percy the blackened smoke coats the room around you. The cries of your team mates make you think you aren't the only one being dragged into the smoke.

You couldn't see. It felt like the world held it's breath in this moment.

Was it over?

You had a hard time comprehending everything that had happened in the short amount of time it occurred in.

Black smoke and burning gun power blocking you senses. An insistant piercing ring assaults your ears as the feet of Percival steps before you.

"You just couldn't stay out of the way..."

"Percival..."

"SILENCE, your words fall on deaf ears mortal. You try to steal my prize from me...."

You could just hear the doubled pitch voice mixed with your lover's. His expression showing nothing but hate. This is the demon, and he held control in this moment. The List is held out, pointed at you. The burning orange eyes with it's dark sclera zeroed in on you. "I will not allow you to take away EVERYTHING we worked towards."

"Percy doesn't want any part of this. Why would he want to hurt his friends, his family! Casandra, she was charmed, forced into her thinking they she did she didn't have a say-" You get cut off as the pistol rings out. He shot you, and while misfires might have grazed your arms or legs before, this one was aimed. It hit an intended mark. It took a moment before you crumbled, your leg giving out on you as the ball of metal tore through. You give a short cry as the wound stung but it's cut off by the demon kicking you to the ground to hold you down as the barrel of his List is pressed into your skin.

"Do you think I care of reason? No. I want what is provided from this pact. I care not what happens to the fodder." You stare up at him in fear as he drinks in your expression with an evil chuckle. "You are right to fear me... i am the holder of your pathetic live." "P-percy..... please.... hear me...." You close your eyes as you hear the demon's laughter pick up. You hand reaching out to softly stoke and hold the cheek of your beloved's face for at least one last time. This is about all I have the energy to finish rn. Let me know if you want a second parter to this! I can only hope to TRY and make one if you guys want!

#percy de rolo x reader #percy de rolo #critical role fanfiction #criticial role #fanfiction #vox machina x reader #fanfic

[orangepanic]

Why is General Iroh a general? Isn't he baby?

If I headcanon General Iroh as early 20s in LOK book 1, how can he be a general without extreme nepotism? An explanation by request.

The short answer is: he got very lucky

The long answer is:

I adjust the starting age for the United Forces from 18 like it is in the U.S. down to 17. Iroh joins on his birthday. Since I headcanon he turns 24 just after the action in B1 that gives him about seven years.

His extensive training as a firebender, hard work, and natural inclinations for organization and strategy put him at the top of his officer's class, which lead to more responsibility early and harder assignments. Could some of this also be nepotism? Sure. But I also think that Iroh, with the burden of his name and the constant worry that he'll never live up to Zuko, works his absolute ass off.

The United Forces is considerably smaller than any of the U.S. armed forces, which means fewer levels to climb and less competition.

Adapting some of the headcanons of the ever helpful expert @the-hopefulpenguin in An Overview of the United Forces, I use the idea that the United Forces had some controversies and growing pains that led to the mass resignation of a lot of the top brass at a critical time. This massive vacuum of leadership cleared the path for talented younger officers.

Based on what we see in the show, I also think Iroh did some very brave things in a few sticky situations that resulted in fast-tracking his promotions. In the show for the little we see him he's usually out front, drawing fire from the crow's nest or jumping on planes or planning training exercises to thwart Unalaq or standing toe-to-toe with Kuvira, whatever he's commanded to do after. He's a do-what-it-takes kind of guy - a pattern of behavior that probably got him noticed. In the above fic, for example, there's an engagement referenced where Iroh pulls off a win after all the other ranking officers are out of action.

Iroh has an... interesting... relationship with authority. He's never outwardly insubordinate, but he sure seems to think highly of his own strategies and will bend the rules considerably unless given a direct order to the contrary. I think it's possible he might have been promoted at least once to get him out of someone's hair because it was easier than trying to document a flaw in his record.

When we meet him he's a brand new general and hasn't held the title for more than six months. Yue Bay is his first major engagement as general.

#iroh ii #headcanons #*waves hands* #trust me #tlok

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Accidentally in Love

Written By: Adam Duritz, Dan Vickrey, David Bryson, David Immergluck & Matthew Malley

Artist: Counting Crows

Released: 2004

“I was really struggling with it. I generally don’t write songs on demand, and I almost got to the point where I thought I wasn’t going to do it. They just told me that the song had to be uplifting. They actually said, ‘Don’t write a song about Shrek. Write a song that’s about you.’ The funny thing is, the song ended up reflecting a lot of what was going on in my life at the time: falling in love with someone you’re not supposed to fall in love with because it’s inconvenient. My songs for Counting Crows are mature and generally don’t get a chance to reach kids. To be part of something like that is pretty cool.” – Adam Duritz via Billboard

[Verse 1] So, she said, "What's the problem, baby?" What's the problem? I don't know Well, maybe I'm in love (Love) Think about it Every time I think about it Can't stop thinking 'bout it How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it, 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love (Love) Makes me wanna turn around and face me But I don't know nothin' 'bout love, uh [Chorus] Come on, come on Turn a little faster Come on, come on The world will follow after Come on, come on Because everybody's after love [Verse 2] So I said, I'm a snowball runnin' Runnin' down into the spring that's comin' All this love meltin' under blue skies Belting out sunlight, shimmering love Well, baby, I surrender To this strawberry ice cream Never-ever-ender All this love Well, I didn't mean to do it But there's no escaping your love, oh [Bridge] These lines of lightnin' mean we're never alone Never alone No, no [Chorus] Come on, come on Move a little closer Come on, come on I wanna hear you whisper Come on, come on Settle down inside my love, ohh Come on, come on Jump a little higher Come on, come on If you feel a little lighter Come on, come on We were once upon a time in love [Post-Chorus] We're accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally in love, accidentally in love Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love [Refrain] I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Accidentally, I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Accidentally [Chorus] Come on, come on (Come on) Spin a little tighter Come on, come on (Come on) And the world's a little brighter Come on, come on (Come on) Just get yourself inside her love I'm in love

A Thousand Years

Written By: Christina Perri & David Hodges

Artist: Christina Perri

Released: 2011

Alternate version included: A Thousand Years Pt. II feat. Steve Kazee, 2012

“A Thousand Years” is about an eternal love. It was written by Christina Perri, specifically for The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn – Part 1 soundtrack. Christina Perri explained her inspiration for writing the song in a 2012 interview. She said “The producers came to me in 2011 and said, ‘can you write a song for Breaking Dawn – Part 1?’ So I went and saw the film six months before it came out, and wrote ‘A Thousand Years’ for Edward and Bella. I’m not a vampire, even though I wish I was, but I tried to step into their love story.”

[Verse 1] Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm Afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt Suddenly goes away somehow [Pre-Chorus] One step closer [Chorus] I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more [Verse 2] Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything Take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this [Pre-Chorus] One step closer [Chorus] I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more [Bridge] One step closer One step closer [Chorus] I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

#polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round4 #accidentally in love #counting crows #shrek #a thousand years #christina perri #twilight

[jackwolfes]

Matlan // Six of Crows // 1673 words // E rated @kinktober2023 Day 24: [Edgeplay]

Bonus warnings: daddy kink, referenced polycrows

[all kinktober fills]

Wylan Van Eck a spoiled little thing. He knows it and his lovers know it — even Matthias. Perhaps it's the fact that none of them ever say no to him for very long. Even Kaz breaks after a little bit of prodding, but only because he has a soft spot for Wylan. Wylan, who knows this and exploits it every time. He's hardly had an easy life but now — well, no one says no to him.

It's easy for him to get what he wants when he goes to bed with the men who love him, the men who fuck him, the men who know him. He is always eager and always keen to get exactly what he asks for as soon as he asks, and when he doesn’t get permission he does it anyway.

Tonight, just him and Matthias in a grand bed, Wylan is impatiently greedy. He lies amongst silky sheets and asks for a hand on his cock. He's already tight around Matthias, and shifting around like it isn't enough. He asks for more, and Matthias doesn't grant it, so Wylan reaches a hand down to wrap it around his leaking prick anyway. Matthias watches him do it and doesn’t immediately do anything about it — although there’s a glint in Wylan’s eye at his inaction. Something satisfied. Something another man might call bratty. Wylan sighs, shifting his hips to get comfortable as he starts to stroke himself. Matthias feels the way it makes his body clench, and grits his teeth.

Never one to be cowed into submission without a fight, Matthias carries on what he was doing. He fucks Wylan slowly, methodically, and takes his time. He stares down at his friend and remembers with perfect clarity the things Jesper told him when the two of them last lay side by side, naked and blissed out. The remembered taste of dark wine brought up by hotel staff to their suite floats on Matthias' tongue.

“I can’t say no to him,” Jesper said. “Not as much as he wants me to. He likes when people are mean to him but — I don’t think he’s been getting that.” He heaves a sigh, fingers tapping on his own bare stomach. “I don’t know. I can't always give him what he needs."

He’d glanced meaningfully at Matthias when he’d said that last bit, grey eyes sharp and seeking. There was meaning within that, and Matthias understood.

“He needs to be told no,” Matthias offered.

Jesper laughed. “That’s one way of putting it.”

Then Jesper had rolled right over and started to kiss Matthias again, but the wordless request in the way he’d spoken lingered. It made Matthias really think. He had, at the time, been all too used to the way Wylan clambered onto his lap and kissed him, incessant and hungry. He had been well acquainted with Wylan’s pushiness, his insistence, the way he went for exactly the thing he wanted. Nothing about the way he’d ever been with Matthias made him think that Wylan wanted anything but for his bed partner to do exactly what they were told.

Apparently not.

If he’s honest Matthias still doesn’t know how anyone could possibly be mean to Wylan. Not Wylan — sweet, funny, sharp-witted Wylan. To be cruel or unkind isn’t something Matthias knows how to do, let alone to someone so wonderful. Perhaps that's something to leave to Kaz, but that apparently isn't cutting it either.

But Wylan is a spoiled thing.

If there’s one thing Matthias knows it’s discipline. It’s regulation. It’s the regimented direction of the army and — damn the fact he hasn’t been a soldier in a decade — he knows how to follow an order just like he knows how to set one.

He wraps his fingers around Wylan’s wrist, tugging ungently until his grip loosens, lifting his hand away from his cock and pinning it to the mattress. Wylan resists, but not enough for Matthias to think he means it.

“Nn—nnh—”

Matthias shushes him, quiet and kind. He sees Wylan sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, eyes shut tightly as he rides through the knowledge that he has been denied. That Matthias is here to provide for him. There will be shining frustrated tears in bright blue eyes when he finally opens them but for now he keeps them squeezed shut.

“Be good,” Matthias whispers.

Wylan shudders.

“Matthias,” he whines. “Fuck me harder. Come on.”

Matthias pushes down on Wylan’s wrist, pinning him harder to the mattress. It makes Wylan’s pupils blow wide with arousal, but he says nothing. Matthias says, “No.”

Wylan blinks. If Matthias were to have expected anything it would have been confusion, but that isn’t what he sees when he looks down at the man below him. There is heat and fire behind his blue eyes, symptoms of a yawning hunger that Matthias can only just glimpse a hint of. He sees a startled confusion in Wylan's gaze, but not something uneasy — no, it is the stare of a man who hadn’t expected what he has now been given, nor had he expected to like it as much as he did.

He wants to be told no.

“Wylan,” Matthias says, voice low and rough. Within seconds Wylan inhales sharply. "Do you want…" denial? Punishment? To be hurt and teased and tamed? Matthias swallows, and reframes it. "I want you to be obedient." Wylan jerks his chin, face flushed. Then, surreptitiously but not shyly, he nods. Matthias gives him a smile that makes his flush grow. "Be good for me, Wylan."

His chest rises and falls, eager and hungry even with his pale skin stained a ruddy red, looking mortified and fractured but still managing to glance up at Matthias coyly from beneath his eyelashes —

“Daddy,” he murmurs.

— and Matthias can’t do a damn but gasp and give in.

His hips stutter, fucking Wylan harder just briefly on instinct. He sees a self-satisfied little grin on Wylan’s face, like this is a game that he has won. It isn't obedience, it's something taunting. His back arches, and he moans, because he knows what words get under Matthias’ skin. It’s shameful, maybe, but it works, and Wylan knows that.

“Daddy,” he repeats, possibly putting on the breathless lilt in his words just to be difficult, “Please—”

It takes all his effort (and he isn’t sure it’s worth it) but, all the same, Matthias pulls out.

“Fuck,” Wylan gasps. “Matthias—”

“You’ll take what I see fit to give you,” comes his deep reply. Be firm. Be stern. Be committed. Wylan groans, and makes it very difficult for Matthias to stick to his principles.

“Please!” he repeats. His hips rock up and down, stubbornly insistent, needy, raw. Matthias sees his cock jerk, but it stays untouched. “D-daddy— please—“

“No,” Matthias grits out. He shifts just enough to rub himself against Wylan’s hips but it doesn’t do a damn thing for the man below him. Wylan rolls his eyes, angry and hot, and jolts again.

“Matthias—”

“You’ll take what you’re given,” Matthias says lowly, “or I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

Wylan groans, complaint evident. “Just—”

“Do you understand?”

The boy’s breath hitches. Matthias sees him staring, cheeks still stained their cherry red. Slowly, he nods. “Yes,” he says faintly. Matthias lifts an eyebrow. Wylan clears his throat. “Yes, daddy.”

Matthias doesn’t really understand why it appeals to him, or why Wylan indulges it. His father, after all, wasn’t a very kind man. And perhaps that’s why, or perhaps it’s something different. All Matthias knows — indeed, all Matthias cares about — is the fact that Wylan’s pupils blow wide when he lets that little name fall from between his sweet lips like he likes it just as much as Matthias does.

Carefully, he guides Wylan’s hands till they’re above his head, delicate arms resting on the plush, expensive pillows. Wylan holds onto his opposite wrist; the picture of obedience now that he’s had the punishment he risks made clear. The hollow of his throat is stained a delectable ruddy red. His hips continue to move up, restless and impatient, as if he can entice Matthias back by moving just enough.

Be firm. Be stern. Be committed.

Slowly, Matthias reaches down to line his cock up again with Wylan’s hole. He keeps it there, staring Wylan in the eye as if he can make the boy realise just how serious he is. Wylan wants this, he reminds himself, trusting himself — Jesper — Wylan — to know the truth. He sinks in slowly, and it takes all his effort not to break composure, but he's been forged as a soldier and knows what obedience feels like. He knows what rewards it can bring.

So they carry on just like that, fucking slowly, deeply, thoroughly, until Wylan sobs. His spine arches, he whines, and Matthias feels his lithe body trembling with each gentle, slow, teasing thrust. He doesn’t move any faster, although he knows the man below him hates it. Still, Wylan doesn’t ask Matthias to stop. He doesn’t beg to come again even once. Obedience.

“M-Matthias,” he says weakly. There’s a hint of worried warning in his voice that Matthias picks up on instantly. He raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t speed up. He doesn’t reply either until Wylan swallows and corrects himself: “Daddy.”

“What do you need?” Matthias asks. He hopes he sounds kind.

When Matthias speeds up Wylan sobs again, squirming desperately. “I'm— I'm close—"

Matthias has to grit his teeth and hold himself back, breathing out through his nose as he reminds himself one last time that this'll all be worth it in the end — for both of them.

When he pulls out again this time Wylan shouts, hips bucking frantically. "Fuck—!"

Breathing heavily, Matthias looks Wylan in the eye. He sees an affronted look on his flushed face, and a wild gleam in his teary eyes. He doesn't know how many more times he can do this, but he does know he's willing to try.

"Be good," he says. "You’ll take what you’re given."

#matthias helvar #wylan van eck #soc #six of crows #crooked kingdom #kinktober 2023 #dgb does kinktober 2023

[sissytobitch10seconds]

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

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: Valicer In The Dark -- Duskwall Slang

Since we did a VITD lookbook yesterday, I figured we might as well keep the train going today and talk a little bit about some of the worldbuilding I've done for the Valicer In The Dark version of Duskwall (the main setting of Blades In The Dark). Specifically, I've decided to share the short list of slang that I've come up with for people to use! Because that's always fun, right? :) The first entry on this list is taken from the book itself (page 42, specifically) and adapted a little bit, but all the rest are purely my own invention:

-->“Flashing a/their/your Coin” and variants – making an ostentatious display of wealth, to the disgust of everyone around them (the term "Coin" itself is in fact slang for a large sum of money, taken from the days when the Imperial treasury would actually mint large solid gold coins intended to cover major transactions; most people these days rely on small silver pieces called "slugs"). Example: “You spent all that money on THAT outfit? Really flashing your Coin, huh?”

-->“Moving to Six Towers” – indicates that the person said to be moving was previously rich and important, but has fallen on extremely hard times and is on the verge of ruin (referencing the fact that Six Towers USED to be one of the richest neighborhoods in the city, but has turned into a bit of a slum with most of the nobility previously living there moving into Brightstone). Example: “The Everglots’ leviathan ship hasn’t had a good haul in six months. Think they’ll be moving to Six Towers soon.”

-->“Scavenging in the Lost District” – indicates that the person said to be scavenging is taking an INCREDIBLE risk in the hopes of getting a high reward (due to the Lost District being an abandoned neighborhood outside the lightning barrier keeping the city safe and guarded by the Spirit Wardens...but also having many lost riches within its bounds). Example: “You want to rob Lord Mayor Powerwallet? Talk about scavenging in the Lost District!”

-->“Living Coin to Coin” – living paycheck to paycheck, as the average weekly wage in Duskwall is equivalent to a Coin’s worth of money. Example: “Poor old Tom – what with his sick mother and five children needing feeding, he’s living Coin to Coin.”

-->“Only good for mushrooms” – indicates that the thing being talked about is absolute shit. Example: “Don’t order the ‘special ale’ at the Withered Talon, it’s only good for mushrooms.”

-->“You want to call the crows?” – equivalent of “You want to get us killed?” in response to a risky course of action (referencing the Deathseeker crows that find corpses for the Spirit Wardens). Example: “You want to FIGHT Lord Mayor Powerwallet’s bodyguards? You want to call the crows?!”

-->“Barrowcleft approved” – indicates the item in question is homemade but of very high quality (Barrowcleft being a poor, rural neighborhood with one of the best, and fairest, markets in the city). Example – “You carved this yourself? Why, this is Barrowcleft approved work and no mistake!”

-->“Dust Day fare” – an extremely meager meal made from poor-quality ingredients, referencing the popular nickname for the fifth day of the week from Charhollow, which itself references the fact that poor people’s food stores are the thinnest on this day. Example – “Canal water soup with potato peelings. This is Dust Day fare, all right.”

-->“Crit Six/rolled a crit six” – means that something is exceedingly good, or that something that you have done has succeeded beyond your wildest dreams; references the most popular dice game in Duskwall, where rolling double sixes is an automatic win. Example – “I went to open the safe, and I rolled a crit six – the door practically came off in my hands!”

-->“Welcher” – a term for someone who hires a criminal or crew for a job, and then not only refuses to pay them, but actively tries to murder them (directly or otherwise) to avoid doing so. Only one of the highest leaders of the most well-known crews may declare someone a Welcher, and then only after receiving sufficient proof, as the term is a death sentence – the scoundrels of Duskwall do not take kindly to their clients trying to stiff them, in both senses of the word. Example: “All right, I’ve seen enough – I’m ready to declare that Lord E.A. Bethesda is a Welcher. Hope he’s prepared for every scoundrel in the city coming for his ass...”

Further updates to come if and when I think of more stuff! Which I probably will, as this is fun. :)

#valicer in the dark au #blades in the dark #slang #okay okay the 'crit six' one is actually a reference to the fact that rolling double sixes in the RPG itself is a critical success #I couldn't resist the meta fun XD #and 'welcher' comes from the fact that the GM is actively encouraged NOT to have anyone who hires the scoundrels betray them #as that is good for a story but doesn't make for good gameplay #I wanted to explore WHY people might not want to screw the PCs over #and came up with 'anyone who does it winds up very very dead' #poor Lord EA Bethesda :p #that's a real character in my Duskwall by the way #maybe I should do a character list for a future update #I actually have a decent amount of worldbuilding ready to go #though I still have to finish up a few more sections #like a few more details on how ghosts work #the book keeps a lot of stuff deliberately kinda vague and sketchy so you can fill in the gaps with your group #free real estate for fanfic writing purposes that's for damn sure :D #queued

[wesper-ao3feed]

I'm biting my own tounge I am my fathers lost son

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WNqb9Xi by Reonnex Maybe it was stupid of Wylan. An impulsive decision. But he didn’t care. Something snapped in his mind that instant. He grabbed a flash bomb out from his bag and ran past Kaz, fainting hearing the man call out for him. Or was that Jesper’s voice? Wylan didn’t have time to think as the squaller got closer and closer to Inej and he was running out of time. “Get down!” He yelled out, praying to Ghezen that Inej would react fast enough. Wylan threw the bomb in their direction and shut his eyes in hopes the effect wouldn’t be as blinding. It went off with a loud boom immediately knocking everyone off their feet. Or, What if Wylan gets captured instead of Inej? Words: 5097, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Shadow and Bone (TV), Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Multi Characters: Wylan Van Eck, Jan Van Eck, Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker, Matthias Helvar, Nina Zenik, Kuwei Yul-Bo, Jesper Fahey, Miggson (Six of Crows), Prior (Six of Crows) Relationships: Inej Ghafa & Wylan Van Eck, Kaz Brekker & Wylan Van Eck, Jan Van Eck & Wylan Van Eck, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Wylan Van Eck-centric, Hurt Wylan Van Eck, Post-Ice Court Heist (Six of Crows), Bad Parent Jan Van Eck, Jan Van Eck Bashing, Electrocution, Wylan Van Eck Needs a Hug, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Established Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Implied/Referenced Torture read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WNqb9Xi

#wesper #wylan x jesper #wesper fanfiction #wesper ao3feed #ao3feed #fanfiction

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

1, 2, 3

1) Favourite crow?

Impossible question I’m afraid

2) Favourite non-crow character?

I feel like I have a few options here but maybe Colm Fahey? I think he’s really interesting and very well written, and it’s incredibly heartwarming that he wasn’t the perfect father but he knows he made mistakes and would do anything to try to fix them but at the end of the day he loves his son and would move heaven and earth for him and that’s wonderful he’s trying so hard to be better every day and we love him for it well done Colm

3) Were you immediately pulled in or did it take you a minute to get into the story?

So funny story considering how much I actually like chapter 1 now, but when I first picked up Six of Crows it was a present from my wonderful sister and I read the first chapter and I was intrigued but not fully hooked. I started the second chapter very confused about what was going on, ended up putting the book on the side and leaving it for at least a month. It wasn’t until I mentioned the book in passing to one of my friends and she, having just finished it and begun Crooked Kingdom, excitedly encouraged me to read it that I did. I picked it up from where I’d got to without rereading the first chapter and for a while before I started all my rereads could not for the life of me remember who Joost was every time I saw someone in the fandom referencing him. (I didn’t start rereading six of crows to the extent that I do now until I’d finished Rule of Wolves 3 or 4 months later) The second time I picked the book up it had hold of me and would not let me go, I was as utterly obsessed from that moment onwards as I have been for the past 2 and a half years. I guess the first time I started it just wasn’t the right time but I am so overjoyed that I went back to it because… well, look at me now. So in summary, if you’re looking for someone to blame for the sheer insanity of my obsession with this book then blame my friend and my sister I take no responsibility 😂

#thanks for the ask! #grishaverse #six of crows #crooked kingdom #leigh bardugo #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #nina zenik #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kanej #helnik #Wesper #ask game #asks

[fandomscraziness22]

Six of Crows fics

duplicitous

After months of silence, Kaz calls Inej for an undercover mission at a Ravkan gala. But all is not as it appears on the surface... and not just for the mission at hand

No Middle Ground

"But Inej still hadn’t met Dirty Hands yet. Supposedly, he was the man who started the whole operation. Rumors abounded concerning his origin story and appearance. Some claimed that he wore thick leather gloves every single minute of the day, not to stay warm, but to cover up his hideous clawed hands. Others said that he was a demon, born of the blood and bones of damned souls. Many said that he didn’t even exist. He was merely a shadow created by a living saint, who had let his creation run amok.

Every story was more wild than the next, and Inej didn’t believe a single one."

Kanej GOT AU, written for the Grishaverse Reverse Mini-Bang! Rated M for referenced/implied violence.

fire exists the first in the light

Wylan can’t help but love the fire he creates.

or, wylan thinking about fire and his past and his future

shinin’ just for you

“I’m awake,” Jesper yawns, batting away Wylan’s hands. “What’s up?”

Wylan’s face is full of delight. “The canal froze enough to skate on. Let’s go!”

here comes the switch

The first time Kaz sees a magic trick, he’s nine years old, newly arrived to Ketterdam with Jordie. It fascinates him like nothing else in this dirty city, so different to the emptiness of their family farm in the countryside.

or, how Kaz's view of magic changes in Ketterdam

lit from within

The children would draw scary faces onto the pumpkin with charcoal, and then their parents would use a kitchen knife to cut out the face. They would open the top and clean the inside of the fruit, and then light a small candle to place inside. At night, the pumpkins’ spooky faces would terrify and delight the children, casting strange shadows from the light within.

Inej hasn’t thought about the pumpkins in years, but now it strikes a chord in her. It’s an apt metaphor for herself, after all.

#my fics #my writing #six of crows #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #jordie rietveld #inej ghafa #angst #fluff #ics skating

[groggydog]

The Familiar: Post-Mortem for a Crow

(originally posted here, on the IntFic forums)

Hi all. I wasn’t originally going to do this, but I got an itch and just wanted to have a final send-off for my beloved bird, Fran, and the world of Gennemont.

The Familiar was always intended to be an emotional piece, first and foremost. To that end, I believe that I was successful. But I have plenty of other thoughts about the game’s core pieces.

On Mechanics

From the start, I decided that I would take a more rudimentary approach to the puzzles with the full knowledge that it would almost certainly appeal less to the more experienced members of the IF community. That was fine by me. I wanted to share this with my parents, my nephews, my friends - none of whom actively play IF games. And I think I threaded things well enough that people were satisfied even if they viewed the puzzles as very easy.

Perhaps the best advice I received in terms of puzzle-making was when I was stuck on the final ingredient puzzle, and someone from the interact-if Discord recommended I follow the old Aesop fable about the crow and the stone, and it felt like such a duh moment to me that I just had to include it in my game.

(More on art and characters after the jump)

For the rest, I tried to have either multiple solutions to everything or enough interactivity (like with the letter-writing sequence which I think was really well-received) that it didn’t matter so much.

I believe that limiting the vocabulary to just a few words (TAKE, DROP, CAW, LOOK, PECK) was absolutely the correct path, even if it ended up limiting me in many very real ways. I think most of the critical feedback stemmed from that decision and the puzzles. There was always going to be a low upper limit on my puzzles’ complexity after I did that, but I think it’s just silly enough that it works overall. If I were a better coder, I might have done it in a more interesting way. But I’m not, and so I’ll take what I can get.

My code is a mess. It will never see the light of day. But if you have questions just DM me!

On Art

I spent so much time on that dang art, y’all. I needed six months to knock out 30+ pixel-art headers and even then it felt like a stretch. But again, this was important to me: I knew that pixel art would both play into Adventuron’s nature and heighten the emotional nature of the story. To that end, again, I think I was successful.

For all of you had said it felt like a Ghibli story - I could not have received higher praise. The background details of the story were certainly inspired by Ghibli, but much of the art was as well. I referenced heavily scenes from Howl’s Moving Castle and one my personal favorites, Kiki’s Delivery Service, to capture a specific tone and mood.

I used a combination of MS Paint and Aesprite to make my scenes. Aesprite was particularly useful for scenes where I needed to reference perspective lines and could change the opacity of layers. I would highly recommend purchasing it if you’re hoping to do something similar. Some things I cheesed, like using the “thought bubble” tool in MS Paint (translated, flipped, skewed) to make trees and blood/attack effects throughout the game. Adventuron also worked really well for this. I just made the images at 192x64px and the game engine happily scaled things up for me with no interpolation needed.

The piece I’m most proud of, however, is the owl. This thing took me at least a dozen hours of hard work. I know it’s silly to ramble on about art on an IF forum, but I do think these things elevated my game a lot.

There are some art pieces that I wish I could have had more time with: the Opera House in particular was challenging to me. But overall, I was quite pleased with the final portfolio for this game.

On Characters & Story

I am extraordinarily competitive by nature, and so of course a large part of me was hoping I might still squeak into Best of Show even as it became evident just how good my competition was.

But now, after all the ribbons have been awarded, what I feel is mostly just happiness that the stories and characters seemed to connect with people. Most of the praise for my game had to do with either the art or the characters, and it warms my heart to no small degree to hear that. I wanted everyone you interacted with in Gennemont (except, perhaps, the dapper man) to feel like they had a real depth to them. I think I managed to do that.

Again, drawing inspiration from Ghibli, I wanted to inspire both a little bit of sadness and a little bit of happiness throughout the game. There were the really silly bits like helping Cecile write her letter (which came to me as a random thought and I coded in a frenzy immediately), but I also think the direness of Fran and even Hazel the Dormouse’s situations came through without being overbearing.

I was also pleased that I seemed to have dialed in the intensity appropriately. You cannot lose the final encounter with Hunleff, of course, but I think it’s just scary enough that the thought enters your mind.

Especially [here] on Tumblr, Fran seems to have struck a chord. She’s plucky and brash in a way I never could be, and she just sort of sprung to life all on her own. It’s rare and so enjoyable to have a protagonist - especially in an IF game! - who does that. I have a new love and appreciation for crows as a result of researching for her. I also had a great time coding in things like the nearly three dozen types of CAW responses you could get. When the ribbons came in, I was tempted to just choose the “Sweetest Bird” one and be done with it. Fran made this game what it is.

The emotional heart of this story was always going to be Fran and her adventure, and despite the game’s other shortcomings I feel intensely proud with what I accomplished on that front. It’s hard to do it in a parser game, and I learned a lot in pursuit of that goal.

#interactive fiction #interactive fiction game #parser #interact if #game development #adventuron #the familiar

[hell-heron]

2022 Fic Year Wrap Up

Number of fics: 20! (Thanks, battleship)

Number of unique fandoms: 5 (ASOIAF, Romeo and Juliet, War and Peace, Six of crows, Hunger Games)

Number of unique pairings: 11, not counting gen for my sanity

Gen: 10 Het: 3 M/M: 4 F/F: 2 Poly: 1

G: 5 (though kinda questioning a couple of these now I'm not frantically placing them for Battleship purposes D:) T: 12 M: 2 E: 1

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted? More (fucking Battleship)

Where did you publish/archive your stories? AO3 

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Tyrion/Sansa surprised me this year and is apparently here to stay despite it having absolutely 0 place in the current fandom climate, I love it so much

Did you take any writing risks this year? Well I started a WIP without having finished like a fucking dumass lmao. Also this was a bit of a risk for dynamics of the exchange reasons

Do you have any writing goals for the new year? Just finish the fucking longfic. Also I still haven't unbanned myself from yuletide oops

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. Okay, no more referencing I know my kingdom awaits from now on or we'd be getting monothematic. A godswood with no gods still makes me deliriously happy

Okay, NOW your most popular story? sunset in her hair

Story of yours most underappreciated by the universe, in your opinion? I wanna say a godswood with no gods again but and tomorrow brings them true literally got dragged on meme possibly by the recip so.

Story that could have been better? Probably rose of may is the one that most suffered from battleship-related half assing.

Most fun story to write? cold, vile, dishonorable even as, much like nobody is interested in seeing a 13 year old girl commit murder suicide nobody is interested in seeing a 14 year old boy murder his best friend then go to jail, curious!

Story with single sweetest moment? depths filled with struggle and strife! Theon gets hugs time!

The story that made you cry? Yeah I feel creatures lark below the deck maybe

Sexiest story? Negotiations. Miss this trio of fuckpeople so much

Hardest story to write? without a sudden calm will overset

Easiest story to write? Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves. It's all modernized Shakespeare lol

Story you haven’t yet written, but intend to There's going to be an Asha complementary story to without a sudden calm. Someday. Maybe

#op

[yo-kaigirl1560]

New AU... Again

So, I was looking through tv tropes and found a "My Hero Academia" fanfic in which several of Class 1-A are revealed to be reincarnations and got to thinking: How would a similar concept with fewer crossovers work for MHA?

Here's how I think it goes: Izuku wakes up after a villain attack on Aldera Middle School to find himself in a strange red-colored place that looks similar to the subway system. The first person he sees is a girl about one year older than him trying to fight off an adult male in... a PINK SPEEDO?!?! Somehow this unlocks Izuku's memories from his previous life and goes completely feral on the perverted adult, who strangely evaporates into black mist after getting beaten up. The girl thanks Izuku and introduces herself as Kairi Aizawa, the adopted daughter of Eraserhead. But when they go to shake hands, their memories fully awaken.

Who the reincarnations are:

Izuku Midoriya, formally Akira Kurusu aka Joker of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Awakens Arsene as both his persona and his quirk. Hero costume is his phantom thief attire but more armoured. Uses a combat knife, grappling hook and specialized face mask as support gear. Still gets One for All from All Might.

Tenya Iida, formally Ryuji Sakamoto aka Skull. Quirk is still Engine but gets his original persona Captain Kidd back. Hero costume is similar to his canon one but looks like it was made from pieces of scrap and the helmet is replaced by his thief mask and a red bandana on his head. Uses collapsible mace as support gear. Dyes a blond streak into his hair, much to his parent's chagrin.

Ochako Uraraka, formally Ann Takamaki aka Panther. Has canon quirk but gets the persona Carmen. Hero costume is the same but has some red instead of pink and helmet is replaced with her thief mask. Uses a whip as support gear. Becomes Mineta's worst nightmare.

Eijiro Kirishima, formally Yusuke Kitagawa aka Fox. Had his original quirk stolen by All for One at age six but had a second one in the form of Ink Control/Celestial Brush. Regains persona Goemon. Uses a katana and collapsible gaint calligraphy brush as support gear. Does commissioned artwork for civilians and heroes alike.

Toru Hagakure, formally Makoto Niijima aka Queen. Also had her quirk stolen but trained hard in martial arts to compensate. Gets Johanna as her persona again. Uses knuckle dusters and armoured boots as support gear.

Mei Hatsume-Shirokumo, formally Futaba Sakura aka Oracle. Pretty much like canon but with Necronomicon added in. Inventions don't blow up and isn't as crazy in canon. If needing to fight, she uses original thief attire and a modified stun gun.

Momo Yaoyorozu, formally Haru Okumura aka Noire. Hero costume is thief attire with zippers for access to her quirk. Regains Milady. Uses battle axe as support gear. Finds it funny that she's rich in both lives and that the Okumura fortune was added to the Yaoyorozu fortune.

Hitoshi Shinso-Yamada, formally Goro Akechi aka Crow aka Black Mask. Brainwashing quirk was replaced with Raven Wings. Hero costume is dark, tattered version of his Crow attire. Persona is Robin Hood. Has collapsible sword for support gear. Is discovered to be Hawks' younger brother who was sold off by their parents.

Kairi Aizawa, formally Zenkichi Hasagawa aka Wolf. Quirk is Energy Chains. Persona is Valjean. Uses European long sword as support gear. Hero costume is thief attire. Was orphaned at age two and adopted by Aizawa at age ten. Is supposed to be a second year but was held back for some reason. (No one tries to understand Nedzu's reason for it)

Inasa Yoarashi, formally Morgana aka Mona. Has Zorro as persona. Has original wind quirk but also gained cat features from Grandmother's Jaguar quirk. Hates Bakugo from start as Bakugo taunted him saying stupid cats like him need to go back to the alleyways where they belong; Inasa turned Bakugo into a scratching post. Has a cutlass as support gear. Hero name is Slate, referencing his past life's status as a blank slate at first meeting Akira and Ryuji.

Himiko Toga, formally Sumire Yoshizawa aka Violet. Hates her quirk but is learning to control both it and her obsession with blood. Regains Cendrillon as persona and uses a rapier. Has taken up gymnastics and ballet.

Melissa Shields, formally Sophia aka Sophie. Gets Pandora as persona. Still quirkless. Uses combat yo-yos.

Other reincarnations are:

Tensei Iida, formally Kanji Tatsumi. Is unable to summon it but can talk to former persona, Take-Mikazuchi. Finds it hilarious that he and his brother were punks who dyed their hair blond, really cared about their moms, had skull motifs in their personas and used Zio(lightning) spells.#

Toshinori Yagi aka All Might, formally Raidou Kuzunoha the 14th. Met Izuku same way in canon but was surprised by Arsene's appearance. Learns about personas that day. Give One for All to Izuku to regain full use of the Wild Card ability.+

Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead, formally Shinjiro Aragaki. Has Castor. Hates himself for dying like he did but consuls himself that he was a hero. In a three-way relationship with Present Mic and Loud Cloud. Adopted Kairi.*

Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic, formally Akihiko Sanada. Has Polydeuces. Has nightmares of when Shinjiro and Miki died but they are replaced with Shouta or their kids. In a three-way relationship with Eraserhead and Loud Cloud. Adopted Hitoshi.*

Oboro Shirokumo aka Loud Cloud, formally Minato Arisato. Has Orpheus. Has nightmares of his near death experience. In a three-way relationship with Present Mic and Eraserhead. Adopted Mei after her parents resigned custody over her to the foster system for her "worthless quirk".*

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#= hit to the head awakened memories

+= gained memories over time

*= awakened through trauma

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #persona 5 #persona 4 #persona 3 #shin megami tensei #crossover #bnha au #mha au