#uservignette

[levi-txliesiin]

lay all your love on me

okay!! so this is my fic for @magpiencrow's 1.2k writing challenge.

this is based off of the song lay all your love on me, slowed, by putin

pairing: nikolai/reader

rating: general

tags: gn!reader w/ gn pronouns, fluff

summary: falling in love with nikolai lantsov told through several vignettes

or: mindless nikolai/reader fluff with a alina and ivan being little shits

warnings: right off the bat there's a nightmare about drowning in the ocean, and there's one (1) swear word at the end, but other than that, there's nothing

word count: 4.1k

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constructive criticism, feedback, and reblogs are greatly appreciated !

I haven't written anything in a while, so i may be a bit rusty, but please enjoy :)

You were drowning, and also pretty damn sure you were going to die out here. Your lungs were on fire, screaming for air, but you couldn't emerge from the ocean for long enough to suck in a breath. Sure, your hand or head breached the surface every now and then, but a wave would come crashing down on you immediately after, destroying all your progress.

      The undulating waves threw you around like a football - a very pathetic one, at that. As hard as you tried to fight the current, it still insisted on moving against you (stubborn bastard), so really you weren't going anywhere. Just pathetically bobbing around in the same pathetic place. You couldn't feel your limbs - the only thing you could feel was the agonising ache in your chest. It was as if your arms and legs had frozen over along with your will to live.

      How easy it would be to just... 

...let the ocean take you...

      Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the wrist. You screamed, which was a mistake; immediately, salty seawater filled your mouth, making you gag and choke. Nevertheless, you valiantly tried to release yourself from whoever - whatever? - had their hold on you. 

      "Y/n, Y/n! Relax, darling, relax," a voice said, sounding out of breath. "It's me."

      You whirled your head around. Sagging with relief, you gasped out the name of your saviour. "Nikolai."

      "Yes. Yes, Y/n, my love, it's me. It's Nikolai," he soothed, running his hands over your wet hair.

      "Nikolai," you breathed. "Nikola-" - a wave reared up on its hind legs, ready to come crashing down onto your friend, ready to take him away - "no, no, Nikolai, NO-!"

   

You startled, eyes flying open. You were shaking like a leaf. Were you cold, or was it just the adrenaline from the nightmare still making its course? You shook your head as if to rid your mind of the dream. It wasn't real. Nikolai had saved you that night. It was fine. It wasn't real.

      But it could very well have been real, a traitorous voice in your mind whispered. Scowling, you cursed your pessimistic side. Even if a wave had separated you two, Nikolai would have fought tooth and nail to get to you again. You would have done the same. After all, you were childhood friends, and you knew better than anyone that Nikolai didn't let go of his loved ones so easily.

      He hadn't wanted you to accompany him on his journey overseas as Sturmhond. You insisted otherwise, channeling some of Nikolai's stubbornness that had rubbed off on you. ("You're not getting rid of me that easily, idiot. So let me come, unless you want me to steal your kneecaps."). 

      A half-smile appeared on your face as you thought back to the memory. Slowly, you got up from your bed. Your blanket was draped over your shoulders. You slipped out of your cabin quietly, walking down the hallway until you found yourself in front of Nikolai's room. He stirred in his sleep when you entered. The door creaked slightly, but it didn't seem like his distress was because of the noise.

      You sat on the edge of his bed. Nikolai, previously facing away, turned over to face you. His eyes were still screwed shut, eyebrows knitted together and an unhappy expression on his face. You frowned. 

      "Nikolai." you nudged him gently. "Wake up. You're okay, just wake up. It's just a dream."

      He opened his eyes, blinking at you. "Y/n?"

      "Hi," you said. A lock of golden hair fell over his forehead, and upon instinct, you reached to brush it away. He let you, not uttering any of his usual complaints. 

      "You were gone," he mumbled, undoubtedly referencing his nightmare. "I- I couldn't save you, and you were gone." 

      You shifted into a more comfortable position - your whole body was on the bed now, with your back against the headboard. He leaned his head against your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair. "It wasn't real. It's okay. You saved me - I'm not going anywhere, 'Lai."

      "Me either," he agreed, wrapping his arms around your middle. A beat of silence. Then, "Thank you."

      You were more than content to fall asleep like this. Even if it meant waking up with an ache in your neck. Judging from the way he was curled up, practically drinking in your presence, Nikolai felt the same way.

      What a feeling it was to have found solace in Nikolai Lantsov, and to know he had found solace in you, too.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Nikolai's pov

Nikolai watched from the corner of the ballroom as you laughed at one of Ivan's jokes. One would say that he was scowling, but the Prince of Ravka didn't scowl. No - he was simply observing your conversation with the Heartrender with visible distaste. He was not scowling. And he was not jealous.

      You and Ivan were smiling at each other, standing by the refreshments table, mouths moving quickly, the both of you obviously interested in whatever you were talking about. You threw your head back in a laugh. You looked gorgeous. Nikolai wanted to make you laugh like that - more than he wanted to admit.

      The last straw was when Ivan lay a hand on your shoulder, and then snaked his arm around you. You didn't seem perturbed by his touch - no, actually, you leaned into it. He bent down to whisper something in your ear that made you duck your head in embarrassment and lightly hit his chest. 

      Nikolai's glare deepened, if that were even possible. Okay, fine, maybe he was jealous. Did he even have the right to be jealous, though? It wasn't as if he was dating you, as much as he'd like to be.

And oh boy, he'd like to be. 

      Suddenly, Alina appeared at his side, seemingly out of thin air. He flinched. "Alina." 

      The girl in question had a mischievous look in her eye. Her hands were clasped in front of her, the long, flowy sleeves of her dress falling just past her wrists. The bottom half of her gown was a sparkly gold, whereas the top half was a dark blue. The two colours faded into each other at the middle, creating a gradient effect. It was a beautiful dress. You had helped Alina pick it out yourself, if he remembered correctly.

      "Hello, loverboy." she poked him in the side, grinning knowingly. "How's your crush on Y/n going for you?"

      "I don't have a crush on them, Alina, for Saint's sake."

      "Oh, is that so? You do seem... ah, what was the word... utterly whipped for them, contrary to what you just said," she said, tilting her head to the side, feigning innocence.

      "Am not," he argued. "I-," Nikolai paused, taking notice of you and Ivan walking past a couple metres away. Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in your current conversation to notice him. His eyes lingered on you. He only looked away when you disappeared back into the throng of people. 

      Alina let out a triumphant 'ha!'. 

      He directed his attention back to her and glared. "Alina, I swear-,"

      "Utterly. Whipped," she mouthed.

      "I will behead you," he threatened.

      She laughed. "In all seriousness, I really don't think Y/n and Ivan like each other like that," Alina said.

      "Well, of course not," he agreed. "Y/n very clearly has eyes for me. I can't say I blame them - who could resist all this? Everyone's all over me, as I'm sure you've noticed." 

      Alina stared at him pointedly.

      "Ah, except for you, of course. You seem to be the only one immune to my charm and charisma. An odd one, you are."

       She rolled her eyes. "Why do I even bother," she groaned. "Just swear to me that you'll tell Y/n you like them soon. Within a week. Swear on... your dignity."

      "My dignity?" Nikolai drawled.

      "Yes, your dignity, because if you don't fess up soon, I'll have to tell Y/n about your crush on them myself," she grinned smugly, and darted off before Nikolai could retort. 

      He sighed. As he saw it, he had three options:

      1. Blackmail Alina (because of course she wouldn't give in to simple bribery)

      2. Get on his knees and beg Alina to not tell you of his massive crush (there! he admitted it; he had a massive crush on you! One that he'd been harbouring for just over a year now, too)

      3. Listen to Alina, and confess on his own terms

      All three were mortifying, and things he absolutely didn't want to do. However, the last was considerably easier to do, and came with the most benefits and the least consequences. You had already seen him through his most embarrassing moments (and he through yours) so even if you rejected him, the humiliation would be minimal. 

      And maybe he wanted to confess. And maybe there was hope that you liked him back. Nikolai wasn't stupid - he knew when people fancied him. He suspected you liked him back, but then again, that could've been wishful thinking, or maybe he was misreading the entire thing.

      He didn't even understand why he was so jealous of the way Ivan and you had interacted. Before he had fallen heads over heels in love with you, his childhood best friend, people flirting with you hadn't been a problem. He'd encouraged it, even. But now, bitterness flared up inside of him every time he saw someone getting a bit too cozy with you. 

      In short, his feelings for you had completely destroyed his facade of smooth, suave, sexy Prince of Ravka. And it kind of terrified him how poorly he hid it.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Nikolai had been acting strange lately, and it was bothering you. You feared the worst - had he finally caught on to your crush? You thought you'd been subtle until Ivan had approached you at the most recent party. Apparently, the scowl on your face as you watched Nikolai flirt with the guests had been fierce enough to kill.

      Ivan had given you (unsolicited) advice, telling you to be straightforward and direct. That was what he'd done with Fedyor, after all, and that had worked out well.

      You were pacing around your room. Ivan was perched on your bed, watching you have a borderline nervous breakdown like one would watch the view. 

      "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Ivan?" you demanded. "I'm about to make a life or death decision, and you're enjoying it."

      He chuckled. "I wouldn't call this a life or death decision, Y/n. If Nikolai rejects you, he rejects you, and it's his loss. If he reciprocates, good, and you'll be free to frolic in the meadows with him, all fine and dandy."

      You stared at him, your expression communicating, "Did you really just say that?", very clearly.

      "Okay, okay, fine, I'll be serious." Ivan relented. "Just tell him, Y/n. What's the worst that could happen?" 

      Just as you were about to respond - "Well, I don't know, what if he rejects me, things become eternally awkward between us, and our 10 year long friendship is ruined because I couldn't keep my mouth shut?" - someone knocked at the door. You opened it to find Nikolai waiting. His hair was perfectly styled, as always. He wore a dark turquoise suit jacket, and a simple white dress shirt underneath. The ghost of a smile appeared on your face; you had chosen the colour for him.

      "Hi, Nikolai," you greeted. 

      "Hello," he said. "Come on a walk with me. It's a lovely day outside, and both of us have been dreadfully busy lately - we may not get another chance to spend time together, I'm afraid."

      "Oh! Of course, just let me grab more suitable shoes- I'll be out in a minute- Ivan, move." You rummaged around your room in search of the sandals Nikolai had gifted you for your most recent birthday. Ivan flashed you a grin.

      "Tell him!" he whispered as you ducked out the door.

      You hoped you didn't seem too jittery as you took Nikolai's arm, even if your insides were filled with butterflies. He seemed deep in thought for the first few minutes of your walk. It wasn't until you were both outside that he finally spoke.

      "I hope you don't mind me asking, Y/n, but what was Ivan doing in your room?" he asked. 

      The question caught you off guard. Why was he so concerned about you and Ivan? It wasn't as if-

      Oh.

      Oh.

      "Nikolai, don't tell me- are you jealous?" you exclaimed.

      "Just answer the question, Y/n," he grumbled, which was enough of an answer for you.

      You laughed, only feeling a bit bad that you were so amused. Nikolai Lantsov, jealous. You found that incredibly funny. "Oh, I'm sorry for laughing," you apologised, even as another giggle escaped your mouth. "You don't have to worry, Ivan and I are strictly friends."

      He didn't seem convinced. "But the two of you at the party a few days ago-,"

      You cut him off. "Nikolai. I promise that there is nothing romantic going on with Ivan and I. And besides, I don't think I'm anywhere near his type."

      "Ivan likes men, Nikolai," you supplied, sensing his confusion. "Honestly, you need to keep up with gossip - he and Fedyor have been going strong for nearly three months now."

      "Oh," Nikolai said.

      "Yeah, oh."

      "And, uh, do you? Like men, I mean?" 

      You bit back another laugh. "Yes, I do. One man in particular, actually." 

      "Is that so? Care to clue me in on who this man is?"

      "You." 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Nikolai's pov

"You."

      As soon as that single word came out of your mouth, Nikolai's brain short-circuited, and several alarms blared in his mind. ALERT! ALERT! THE PERSON YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LIKES YOU BACK! 

      He was too stunned to speak, which was definitely a first. So, naturally, he didn't speak, but instead leaned in to kiss you. His lips brushed chastely against yours. A pause. 

      "I- I'm really sorry, Y/n, I should have asked beforehand-,"

      "Nikolai." you took his face in your hands. "Shut up." 

      And then you kissed him, and if his brain had been short-circuiting before, this was a full blown system failure. Sparks flew inside of him, and he was acutely aware of you and you only. It was a wonderful feeling, one that he immediately missed when you pulled away.

      "Wow," you said. 

      He grinned. "I'm that good of a kisser, huh?"

      When usually you would come up with a witty response, you just smiled. It was a smile Nikolai was pretty sure he'd die to see again. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

Falling in love with Nikolai had been a long process. Your simple crush developed into something deeper like a leaky faucet dripping - slowly, but steadily. And then the realisation that you were in love with him hit you like a tidal wave. Drowning you, consuming every inch of your being, but not necessarily in a bad way.

       You came to your epiphany while laying awake in bed one night after a whole day spent with the esteemed King of Ravka. It was a wonder that you'd managed to spend a whole 10 hours or so in his company without getting fed up, Tamar had teased. He did annoy you - and had today - but you bullied him back plenty enough. It was easy being with him. Easier than you were used to. 

       You loved the way his eyes sparkled after correcting someone on their use of the word 'impossible'. Loved how he devoted himself to his country so selflessly. Loved how he smiled at you so genuinely and lovingly, even when you didn't have the energy to show your love in return after a bad day. Saints, you loved him so, so much, and you were so in love with him, too, and-

       Holy shit. You were in love with Nikolai.

       You were in love. With Nikolai.

       A childish giggle bubbled up inside of you, and you sighed happily. What a feeling it was to be in love with the King of Ravka, even if he didn't know it yet. 

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

You twirled a small flower around in your hands as you walked side by side with Nikolai, your shoulders brushing occasionally. The taller blades of grass tickled your ankles, and a gentle breeze weaved through your hair. The sun peeked out from behind a few clouds, warming your face.

     Nikolai intertwined your fingers, sighing in content. He craned back his neck to meet the sunshine, eyes fluttering shut. He looked stunning, just standing there with his almost otherworldly beauty as light spilled over his fine features, highlighting every detail.

     "I'm in love with you," you blurted suddenly. "I love you, and I'm also in love with you, so. Yeah. I'm in love with you, Nikolai Lantsov."

     You gave yourself a mental round of applause for your eloquence and tact.

      He blinked. "Oh." The ghost of a smile appeared on his face, turning into a full-fledged grin when he finally processed your words. "Oh. I'm... I'm in love with you, too, Y/n L/n."

      You beamed back at him, and cupped his face in your hands. You gently ran your fingers against his cheeks, tracing a line down to the base of his chest. The fabric of his shirt was thin and soft, unlike the suffocating material his suits were made of. Lovingly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close. Your heart fluttered. Saints, you adored Nikolai. More than you could put into words. 

      "I love you," you whispered. "I love you so much, so intensely that it consumes me, and I'm drowning in it. But instead of it being hard to breathe, it makes breathing easier. It makes everything easier." 

      You interrupted your little speech by kissing him, just because it felt appropriate, and continued. "I was so lost without you, Nikolai. I didn't realise it, because as I've proved time and time again, I'm more than capable of holding my own-" you smirked as he rolled his eyes at the jab to his overprotectiveness "-but I was. I was a boat lost at sea, floating around in the waves, with no destination and no goal except surviving. Then you came along, and gave me solace. You were my salvation. You and your endearingly stupid jokes and your wild yet grounded behaviour. You're my anchor, Nikolai." 

      He laughed, but not in the mean way. In the happy way. 

      "I would pay you back with a monologue of my own," he said. "but all I can think of right now is how perfect you are, and how much I want to kiss you."

      Your smile widened, if that were even possible. You met him midway, lips connecting almost desperately. The only coherent thought running through your brain was 'Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai.'

      Nikolai.

· · ─── ·𖥸· ─── · ·

"That one looks like a dragon," you said, pointing out a lumpy cloud in the sky.

      Nikolai tilted his head to the left. It was rather cute - he looked like a puppy, trying to figure out what its owner was saying. His right eyebrow curved in an upward arch (you still had no idea how he managed to raise a single eyebrow at a time), and he pouted slightly. Adorable.

      "I don't see it," he deadpanned.

      You sighed and shook your head, dismissing the cute puppy ideology. "Nevermind," you huffed. As hard as you tried to pretend you were upset with him, a smile teased at the corners of your mouth, anyway.

      "I'm sorry, darling, but I really don't!" he exclaimed, flopping back into the picnic blanket you two had laid out. Really, it wasn't even a picnic blanket. It was just a blanket. The two of you hadn't had time to find a proper one before embarking on your impromptu picnic. Nikolai, ever the improviser, had then brandished a quilt from Saints knew where. You suspected it came from Vasily's room, because who else would be pompous enough to own a red velvet blanket the size of China?

      You dramatically exhaled again. "I already said nevermind. Not all of us can be blessed with a creative vision such as mine, after all."

      Nikolai laughed. And Saints, the sound was downright melodic. You didn't even want to begin thinking about all the things you'd do to hear it one more time.

      A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Eventually, he began stroking your palm with his callouses fingers. You bit back a smile, and linked your pinkies together. A gathering of clouds mostly covered the sun - enough to allow only a bit of warm, gold light to seep out. You wondered briefly how Nikolai looked right now, basking underneath the faint sunshine. 

      The answer came to you easily, even without looking at him: fucking beautiful. 

      However, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of staring at him. The last time he had caught you gaping at him like a lovesick fool, he had teased you endlessly. It was ridiculous. It wasn't as if he didn't stare at you. No, actually. He stared at you all the time. In fact, he was doing it right now.

      You bit back a grin when you felt his eyes on you. But before you could tease him for it, he got up suddenly, offering you a hand.

      "Come on," he urged. "Follow me."

      "Where to?" you questioned curiously.

      He smirked. Tugged on your hand. Winked. "You'll see." 

      "Right, that's not cryptic at all," you muttered. 

      Eventually, after a minute or so of walking (and plenty of you trying to weasel more information out of him) the two of you had seemed to reach your destination. A huge tree hung above you, offering its shade. You plopped down, but Nikolai remained standing.

      Strangely, he was looking rather nervous. Repeatedly tugging at the collar of his beige button-up shirt, and kicking at the grass. 

      "Y/n, darling, don't just sit there, you're making me nervous," he whined. 

      You giggled, but stood up anyway. "I could say the same about you. What's on your mind, dear?"

      He took a deep breath, and looked you dead in the eyes. "I love you, Y/n. I love you, and I'm in love with you. I always have, and always have been. It's just- you're wonderful. And intelligent. And charming. And I am so, so glad you are my partner - in the romantic sense, and the platonic sense. If I'm being honest, I'm quite sure I'd be tearing at the seams without you to sew me back together every time I do something particularly foolish. 

      And I hope you'll always be there to ground me. Because I will always be there for you. Th-there's no other way to say this, my darling, but I'd quite like to spend the rest of my life with you, so..."

      He brandished a dark blue box from his back pocket (this probably wasn't the time, but you had to mention that you could never fit something that large in your pocket. Why did men's clothing always have bigger pockets?) and got down on one knee. 

      "Will you do me the honour of marrying me, Y/n?" he finished.

      Holy fuck. Holy mother of Saints. Holy everything. Was this real? Saints. This really was real, wasn't it? Nikolai Lantsov was proposing to you.

      A sob escaped from your throat, and you nodded frantically, not wanting him to think you were upset. "Yes," you said. "Saints, Nikolai, yes."

      He smiled. You knew that he smiled a lot, but this smile was different. Usually, he just grinned or smirked in a devilish way - this was more of a beam. He looked so genuinely happy (genuinely happy, because of you!) that it made your heart soar, and you were pretty sure you fell in love with him all over again for the second time. You'd never get tired of it, though. Not when it came to Nikolai (Nikolai, your husband-to-be!). Never when it came to Nikolai.

      You soon found yourself enveloped in a hug. He spun you around, both of you laughing (and crying). When he set you down, you could have sworn you saw his eyes welling up.

      "Now, my love, those better be happy tears," he tutted.

      "Of course they're happy tears, you stupid puppy dog!" you sniffed. "I love you."

      He beamed into your hair. "I love you, too, Y/n."

      What a feeling it was to be in love with Nikolai Lantsov, and to know that he was in love with you, too.

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[levi-txliesiin]

how the crows would react to 'i love you.'

kaz - kaz p2 - kaz p3 - inej - jesper - nina - wylan - matthias

pairing: kaz/reader

rating: teen

word count: 937

summary: the first installment in a series about how the crows would react to you saying 'i love you,' to them. this is kaz's part.

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff (at the beginning), angst, angsty/unhappy ending

warnings: very very mild swearing, brief mention of drinking in literally one sentence, kaz being kind of a dick to you 😭

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a/n: constructive criticsm, feedback, and reblogs are much appreciated! please enjoy reading :)

"I love you." you said. Your voice was barely over a whisper, further muffled by the heavy rain, but Kaz heard you, anyway. He was Dirtyhands, after all. The Bastard of the Barrel. Nothing escaped him. 

Not the way Matthias used to gaze longingly at Nina, not the way Jesper's hand shook slightly when he got too drunk for his own good, and definitely not the small shows of affection you'd been showering him with lately - the way he'd duck his head after opening a note you sent him served as evidence. Like you said, nothing escaped him. 

Nothing but how you genuinely loved him, for some reason. 

You'd been hinting at your love for a while, now, ever since that night, nearly a year ago. When he had laid a (gloved) hand over yours. It hadn't been anything extreme, like a flash mob love confession, but to you, it had been everything. Because it had changed everything. 

You were basically a couple, now, though the two of you never actually labelled it as such. The implications were there, though. You would stand closer to him than others would deem 'safe'. You would pass him slips of paper with hearts or smiley faces written on them, and he would cough, as if doing that would stop his rising blush. Kaz would ask for your insight on plans, listen to your ideas, even when they contradicted his, or tell you to take a 'mental health' day and take care of yourself. He'd even smile at you occasionally, during the intimate moments you shared.

You loved him. He loved you. It was just that neither of you had the guts to say it aloud - until now. 

You were beginning to regret your decision already. 

Kaz flinched. Flinched. For the first time in your life, you saw Kaz Brekker flinch, recoiling like a wounded animal. That's when you knew you had fucked up. For real, this time. He shook his head, and met your worried gaze. 

"You can't just say that, Y/n." he snapped. 

"It's true, though," you said, a hint of desperation creeping into your voice. "We both know it - you can't tell me all of that didn't mean anything. I- Kaz, I love y-,"

"No." he said. "No, you don't, y/- you don't. You can't." 

He couldn't even bring himself to say your name, you thought bitterly. The corners of your eyes burned with tears, but you wouldn't let them fall. "Why not?" 

Kaz inhaled sharply. "Just because." 

"Because what?" you scoffed. "You can't just do all the things you did and say this. I get if you can't say it back right now - or ever - but you can't just deny that everything we did meant... nothing."  You were borderline begging at this point. Just about ready to drop down onto your knees and plead for him to just talk to you, because it didn't make sense. All the smiles he'd returned, and all those small displays of affection... everything you'd been through together. Side by side.

You were beginning to realise that the 'togetherness' you'd experienced had only been on your end. 

"Well, what if they did mean nothing?" 

You shook your head vehemently. "No, they had to mean someth-,"

"No, they didn't, Y/n." he spat venomously. "They didn't mean a single thing, and neither do us. Neither do you. I can't allow it. Not if you're going to stride into my life and say that." 

"What do you mean? Say what? Say the truth?" you demanded. 

"You can't just tell me you love me when you know it isn't true, and you know you're going to leave one day, goddamnit!" he yelled, slamming his cane onto the ground. "You're selfish. That's what you are. You're selfish, and I don't want to see you passing your little notes to me ever again." 

His words echoed in your mind. Was Kaz still shouting at you? You had no idea. Your gaze remained fixated on your shoes, and you watched raindrops slide off of them, torn between bursting into tears and marching right up to the coward in front of you to curse him out. 

Instead of doing either of those things, you jutted out your chin. The two of you made eye contact. You had a feeling it'd be the last time you'd even look at each other. Desperately, you searched for some sort of emotion in his coffee brown eyes. 

All you saw was indifference. 

Knowing that he felt nothing for you was worse than him hating you. He probably wouldn't even think of you after this. You'd part ways, your relationship (not that it actually had been a relationship) left on bad terms, you with a broken heart, and him with… him with everything he'd had before, minus a selfish burden who he had never really loved in the first place.

"I really do pity the next person who loves you, Kaz," you said. "And when they come, at least try not to fuck them over like you're doing with me." 

You laughed hollowly. "I wonder what your reason for all this was."

He didn't respond. He stood as still as a statue, closing his eyes. You hoped it was to hide the hurt in them. 

"You're a coward, Brekker." With that, you turned sharply on your heel, and walked off into the night. Come after me, you screamed in your mind. But he didn't. Of course he didn't.

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Kaz's pov

You walked away. He let you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

"I know," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

I love you too, he thought. 

#uservignette #kaz brekker #grishaverse imagine #grishaverse fic #kaz x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #x reader #/reader #six of crows #crooked kingdom #six of crows fic #six of crows fanfic #grishaverse #grishaverse fanfiction #fanfic #x y/n #kaz/reader #kaz x oc #six of crows imagine #kaz brekker fanfic #vig's writing

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how you would react to 'i love you.'

this is the final part to kaz's arc in my series 'how the crows would react to i love you'. read part 1 here, and part 2 here!

pairing: kaz brekker/reader

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k

summary: how you would react to kaz saying 'i love you.'

tags: fluff, getting back together, jesper and inej being little shits

warnings: mild swearing

read on ao3

a/n: Y'ALL- I KNOW THIS TOOK 3 MONTHS TO BE POSTED IM SO SORRY!!! i have no excuses my mental health just decided to go 📉📉 and then i thought i posted it even though it turns out i didnt and y'all have no idea how hard i facepalmed when i realised-

but !! if you're reading this now, thank you for not giving up on me !! sending (consensual) apologetic hugs and forehead kisses your way

people who asked to be tagged: @just-stupid-stuff @janesofia7 @smexylittleswine @kales-g @lauralestrange7 lmk if you wanna be +/-

Kaz's pov

'Come back,' Kaz thought as he heard your footsteps fade away from the door. He wanted to talk to you, but there was no way in hell he would approach you first. He did want you to know that he was sorry, though - the problem was that he had no idea how to show it.

Nina would probably suggest baking an 'I'm sorry,' cake. Jesper would most likely tell him to organise an apology flash mob, and Wylan and Matthias obviously weren't very well-versed in the language of romance.

...Which left Inej. Who he'd already snapped at, and who he was certain didn't want to see him at the moment.

Kaz inhaled deeply. What was it with him and messing up relationships? It was like everywhere he went, all the friends acquaintances he made, were bound to end horribly. And he really did think things with you would end differently. He'd counted on it.

Suddenly, a few knocks sounded at the door, and Kaz's heart skipped a beat. He hoped it was you coming to talk it out, maybe, or perhaps to just bask in each other's presence like you used to do. Hell, even if you came to yell at him instead, it'd be better than not seeing you at all.

However, his hopes were crushed when he heard Jesper say in a sing-song voice, "Boss? You alright in there? Inej was worried about you."

"I'm fine, Jesper," he griped.

He heard Jesper scoff. "As if I'm gonna buy that. You're not naked in there, are you?"

He knew that this was Jesper's way of asking permission to enter. Not even he was stupid enough to violate Kaz's privacy. Or, perhaps, he just cared enough not to.

"Come in," he said finally.

The door creaked loudly as Jesper all but slammed it open. He looked Kaz up and down, whistling judgementally. "You look rough. Trouble in paradise?"

"...Paradise?"

"Oh, you know..."

Kaz stared, hopefully communicating the fact that no, he did not know.

"I- come on, mate, I'm talking about Y/n. The two of you have been walking on eggshells around each other all week! Or, maybe not, since you haven't been walking around each other at all..."

"Your point being?"

"You and Y/n! What's wrong with you two?" Jesper exclaimed.

Kaz didn't respond for a few beats.

Then, "We had a fight."

"You've got to give me more than that, Kaz."

"They told me they loved me. I shut them down," he deadpanned.

It was Jesper's turn to be quiet. His mouth was open in a small 'o'. Kaz rolled his eyes.

"Okayyyy," Jesper said. "Alright!"

Kaz decided that he deeply disliked the glint in his eyes.

"We're gonna help you get back with Y/n," Jesper announced. "We being Inej and I, of course."

Kaz sighed, but didn't object when Jesper plopped down on his bed, and gestured for him to take the chair. When he sat down, Jes leaned forward conspirationally. "Now, before we proceed with this exceedingly important heist, there is one piece of vital information I absolutely must know." His voice dropped down to almost a whisper, and Kaz fought the urge to yet again roll his eyes. "Do. You. Love. Them?"

"Yes," he blurted, more quickly than he'd intended.

"Well, then you're gonna have to tell them that."

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Kaz didn't make bad decisions.

Nor did he confess his love to people, but there was a first time for everything, as Inej had stated. "Tell them, Kaz," Inej had said. "Ask them out. I know you've never done this before, but there's a first time for everything."

Yes, there was a first time for asking you out, but there was also a first time for being rejected, and if that happened, he would be left with no choice but to dig himself a hole, and bury himself in it, never to see the light of day ever again. Not before wacking Jesper on the head with his cane, of course.

Inej smiled at him. "Don't overthink this. And please, stop looking like you're about to go murder Y/n instead of confess your feelings."

Jesper not-so-subtly stepped on her toes, and flashed him a thumbs up. Kaz rolled his eyes yet again, this time with such passion it was a wonder he didn't strain an ocular nerve in the process.

He walked to your room. On the journey there, he went over the advice Inej and Jesper had given him:

1) "Seem sincere, and wipe that scowl off your face, for Saint's sake."

2) "Ask Y/n if you can talk".

3) "Apologise, and be truthful. Treat them like your therapist - open up about your severe trust and commitment issu- ow, Inej!"

4) "Tell them you love them."

'Easy enough,' he thought, choosing to dutifully ignore the last step.

When he came face to face with your door, however, his mind went blank. Without thinking, he raised a fist and pounded it against the door once. Just once. You opened the door almost instantly, which set off at least a thousand alarms in Kaz's brain, all screaming 'YOU ARE NOT PREPARED FOR THIS. ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION.' 

"Kaz?" you tilted your head to the side in curiosity. 

"Y/n," he replied tersely. He realised he was scowling - exactly what Inej had told him not to do - and attempted to relax his facial features. "Can we talk?"

Surprise flickered in your eyes. "Uh, yeah. Sure." You stepped to the side, gesturing for him to come in. 

Kaz entered, but still remained hovering at the door, not daring to step in any further. He cleared his throat. Drummed his fingers restlessly against the head of his cane. Watched you as you attempted to look anywhere but at him. Cleared his throat again. Finally, he spoke: "I'm sorry."

Your head swivelled towards him. "What?" you said, shock apparent in your tone. 

Fuck, were you really going to make him say it again? "I said I'm sorry."

"Oh." 

"I'm sorry for- for snapping at you like that when you said… when you said it," he continued. "Accepting that someone like you feels that way about someone like me wasn't - isn't - easy, but, uh. You know."

"But, you're working on it?" you said teasingly, your lips curving into a shy half-smile.

"I guess."

You bit your lip. "Alright."

Alright? That’s all you were gonna say? 

I probably deserve it, he thought dryly. 

What was the next step of Inej and Jesper’s plan, again? 'Open up about your severe trust and commitment issues', was it? It didn’t seem like you were going to talk any time soon - no, you were just watching him with a curious yet guarded expression on your face. Not as if you were trying to figure out his next move, but as if you would welcome it when it came. Maybe it really was time he said fuck it and spilled his heart out to you.

“So, I’m sorry,” he began. “I’m sorry for shutting you out like I did. I didn’t want to do it, but I was… hesitant to accept your feelings, and… admit that I returned them.” He rushed through the last few words, but it was obvious you heard them; your eyes widened. “You’ve been more patient and understanding than I thought anyone would ever be when it came to me. I’m not used to kindness, but if it came from you, I think I could grow to love it… Just like I grew to love you." He cleared his throat. "I love you, Y/n.”

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Your pov

Your brain short circuited, and the only thing you could do was open and close your mouth repeatedly like a dying fish, which, great job, now you looked like an idiot. 

"I- I love you, too," you stuttered out eventually. You exhaled, and diverted your gaze to the smudged window. "Wow, okay, I was not expecting that. Uhm." You looked back at Kaz. "...Thank you?"

He laughed softly, then pursed his lips to stop the chuckles. It was then you were reminded of why you loved him; not many - if any - people would agree with you, but Kaz smiling was an adorable sight to see. 

"You're so cute," you blurted.

Before you could stutter out an apology, Kaz made his way over to you and took your hand. He brought your hand to his lips, and pressed a feather light kiss to the back of it. And your poor heart - it was about to burst with affection for the man in front of you. 

"Thank you," Kaz said sincerely. 

"No problem…" you replied breathily.

#vig's writing #uservignette #soc fanfic #six of crows fanfic #grishaverse fanfiction #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kaz/reader #six of crows fic #six of crows #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker #grishaverse fandom #grishaverse fic #grishaverse imagine #soc imagine #six of crows imagine #kaz brekker imagine #/reader #x reader #crooked kingdom

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the aftermath of 'i love you.'

this is the sequel to my fic how kaz would react to 'i love you.' which was basically all angst. spoiler alert: this is all angst, too.

pairing: kaz brekker/reader but not exactly (??) cause they've broken up so uh

rating: teen

word count: 1.5k (rounded up)

summary: what happened after you said 'i love you,' to kaz

tags: gender neutral!reader, angst, unhappy ending

warnings: swearing, self-deprecating thoughts, and i think that's it? but pls lmk if anything else is needed

read on ao3

a/n: the writing quality of this really went 📉📈📉 but in my defense i wrote most of this while my brother watched tommy innit videos at full volume so ofc i was distracted.

and fyi muzzen is not an oc, he's one of the minor minor characters in soc!

once again, feedback and reblogs are appreciated! hope you enjoy reading <3

Kaz's pov

He watched you from the other side of the room as you blatantly flirted with Muzzen. He had his glass of kvas (Jesper had begged for the club to order the ravkan mead for weeks) in a death grip. You ran your fingers through your hair, and smiled at something Muzzen had said. He tugged lightly on the collar of your jacket, making you laugh softly. Kaz's heart tightened, jealousy settling in his chest.

You looked happy, even as you conversed with the brainless bodyguard who probably couldn't count up to ten. Kaz hadn't been able to make you happy like that. But you had loved him anyway, and he had 'fucked you over', as you'd put it.

I love you.

You're a coward, Brekker.

Kaz let out something in between a sigh and a frustrated grunt. He drained the rest of his drink in one go, and set the glass down more violently than he'd intended. His scowl deepened, if that were even possible, when he sensex Inej slide into the seat next to him. He waited for her to speak, because he sure as hell wasn't going to initiate the conversation. What was there to say? You and him were over. And it was all his fault. 

"Kaz," Inej said. Her tone of voice was gentle - too gentle. He didn't want to be pitied, for fuck's sake. 

"What is it, Inej?" he snapped. 

"Tell me what happened between you and Y/n."

"Nothing to tell." He shrugged. 

Annoyance flickered over her face. "I care about you both, you know," she said. "I don't like seeing you two like this."

He gave her a withering look, if only to disguise the ugly feeling that flared up within him at her words. 

Don't care about me.

Don't love me.

You can't.

Kaz bit the inside of his cheek and hung his head. He studiously ignored Inej for a solid minute. At some point, he noticed that you and Muzzen had abandoned your corner table, most likely to go suck each other's faces off. The thought sent jolts of jealousy through his heart. 

"For Saint's sake- did she break your heart? Is that it?" she demanded, apparently having had enough of his silence.

He 'tsked' in annoyance, standing up abruptly. He snatched up his cane. "Maybe I broke hers," he muttered before walking off. He didn't want to answer questions today. Or ever.

Inej didn't follow him, and he was thankful for that. He trudged up the stairway, the rickety steps creaking under his weight. Emotions swirled within him, brewing up a storm. It was just a matter of time before he exploded, because as much as he hated to admit it, he was still human. Especially when it came to you. 

You had been one of the first people to see his humanity, and the last thing he wanted was to become another monster in your life.

But then again, maybe it was too late.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. He hissed, flinching backwards. "Watch it-," his next words died on his tongue when he looked up, and came face to face with you. For a few, painfully awkward moments, the two of you held eye contact. Your face was stony, but your e/c eyes betrayed some kind of emotion that Kaz couldn't be bothered to decipher right now.

"Sorry, Brekker," you apologised. Your tone was flat. "C'mon, Muzzen," you gestured for him to follow you back down with a jerk of your head.

His hand twitched at his side as you left, almost as if his body yearned for your presence. Your shoulders nearly touched - missing each other by less than a centimetre. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. 

Letting out another sharp breath, Kaz resumed the walk back to his room. His footsteps grew quicker and more urgent. Your name echoed in his mind, as well as the three words that had haunted him for days now. 

Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He slammed the door behind him when he finally reached his quarters. His cane fell to the floor, although his gloves stayed on. He stumbled into the cramped bathroom, bracing two hands against the rusty sink. He twisted the tap open, ignoring the squeak of the old mechanism that would have otherwise annoyed him. A gentle stream of water flowed from the tap head, and he splashed some on his face. 

No, he thought stubbornly, I am not going to break down because of Y/n.

The despair that rattled inside of him said otherwise.

f only he had reacted better when you'd told him you loved him. If only he hadn't yelled at you and called you all those horrible things that weren't true about you in the slightest. You weren't selfish at all. You were the exact opposite. You were kind, and thoughtful, and understanding - so, so understanding of him and his endless baggage. And he had- he had ruined it all, because of his own cowardice.

You're a coward, Brekker.

I know, he thought, not for the first time. I'm sorry. 

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Your pov

"I- I'm sorry, Muzzen, but I think I'm gonna turn in for the night," you said to the bodyguard, smiling sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a headache."

"It's alright," he said, giving a half-hearted smile back. It was clear he didn't believe you. You didn't know if that was because your acting skills weren't as up to par as you thought, or because the bodyguard was smarter than you made him out to be.

You all but ran up the stairs, nearly sagging in relief as the door closed behind you. You suddenly couldn't stand the feeling of the fabric of your coat on your skin and shrugged it off; Kaz had bought it for you, because of course the reminder of him lingered everywhere you went.

Your room wasn't anywhere near big, but it was a good way away from Kaz's, and for the first time, you were grateful for that. You couldn't deal with him at the moment.

Wait, no, that came out wrong. It wasn't him specifically that you couldn't deal with, it was the bad memories (or, rather, memory, as there was one key shitshow that had ruimed everything) that came with him.

Oh, Saints, why, why, why had you told him you loved him? Things had been going so well! And then you- you fucked it up. Yes, you had blatantly blamed this on Kaz the day of the argument, but deep down, you knew you were the one at fault. 

Your heart ached every time you thought of him. You missed Kaz. So, so much. It hadn't escaped you how he had been eyeing you and Muzzen earlier in the evening. You could only hope that he was staring out of jealousy, and not devising some foolproof plan to get rid of you.

What would it take for Kaz to forgive you? Or had you fucked things up beyond repair? 

"Shit," you whispered, leaning your head against the wall. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes. "Shit." You didn't know what exactly was 'shit'. Maybe the decision you came to moments later.

I'm going to apologise to him," you said to your empty room. "I will."

With a sniffle, you cracked open your door and slipped back outside. You had left your coat in a pile on the floor, making you vulnerable to the cold that pierced the empty areas of the Crow Club. Your feet carried you to Kaz's room naturally. You barely had to think about where you were going. Instead, you thought of Kaz himself. 

Kaz. Your fallen angel, you used to call him in your mind. You couldn't express how sorry you were. You didn't even know what you were sorry for. Loving him? Loving him, and saying it aloud? Loving him, and saying it aloud, because you were so sure he felt the same way? 

You had been being selfish. Kaz said so himself. Selfish and stupid. Of course Kaz didn't love you.

At last, you were in front of his door. You raised a fist to knock. Opened your mouth to call out. Except you did none of those. You just stood there, tears welling up in your eyes once again, a familiar pang of sadness in your chest. 

He wouldn't want to see you. How could he? This was your fault, wasn't it? It was your selfishness, and your wishful thinking that had gotten you two into this position. You missed him, but you wouldn't go as far as to think he missed you, too. If you attempted to apologise… would it really be for him? 

You wouldn't be selfish. Not again.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

You turned around, and walked away. 

#vig's writing #uservignette #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kaz brekker #grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows fic #six of crows fanfic #six of crows #soc fanfic #grishaverse fandom #grishaverse fanfiction #grishaverse fic #grishaverse imagine #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #six of crows x you #kaz brekker x you #kaz x y/n #kaz x you

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Grishaverse Characters as Things My Friends Have Said

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Matthias: I know you really hated my work but it's ok.

Matthias: im a big boy.

Matthias: i can take it.

Jesper: I cant escape my parents unless I put them in a nursing home-

Wylan: I don't have chores because I have a housewife //he meant housekeeper//

Kaz: so how do we make friends with someone?

Nina: *with a mouth full of food* COMPLIMENT THEIR BEARD !!!!

Jesper: oh, if we went to the river, we could see nemo!

Kaz: Nemo lives in the sea, Jesper.

Wylan: my grandma has obtained a sledgehammer!!!!

Nikolai: oh yeah I love women! They're great, they're so nice... without women I wouldn't be alive... *starts getting sad* because I wouldn't have been born.... :(

Nikolai: I would choose Zoya because she's been with me for a long time and also *voice drops by like a hundres fucking octaves* Alina Starkov is dead

Jesper: *coming out of science class* we are the last homos ! //he meant homosapiens//

Zoya: Mal is the only normal guy here.

Nikolai: *lowkey sad* im normal :(

Zoya: no, you have your weird obsession with ships

Nikolai: it's not an obsession, Zoya, it's just a hobby!

Zoya: you literally have a hundred ships what the fuck-

#grishaverse #shadow and bone incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect soc #incorrect six of crows #incorrect grishaverse #incorrect grisha quotes #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #alina starkov #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyanelsky #nina zenik #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #uservignette #vignette's bs

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my thoughts abt the tarot sequence that i just need to talk abt bc these books and the characters are special to me

i know, it's been several months since i finished the hanged man. yes im still emotional abt it. let me sob over my children in peace thank you

tts spoilers ahead!!

addam understands the bond rune and brand have. he doesn't only accept it, he also understands it.

page 373 of the hanged man where addam says to rune "i know that i will never be the love of your life.", "what you share with brand? i could spend a lifetime chasing it, and it will always be decades out of my reach...he is irrevocably linked to your very concept of safety and protection." those lines. those lines. i am obsessed.

and when addam said "quinn is an emotion for me, too." oh my fuck the sound i made. literally the entire epilogue tore right through me in the best way possible.

rune giving max the saint john name 😭😭 that scene made me ugly cry i shit you not

the male characters basically said "toxic masculinity? don't know him." and i am here for it. i know a lot of people ship brand/rune/addam, but personally i think things between rune and brand are fine as they are. they love each other a lot and don't hesitate to say it. it's not often you see a non-romantic relationship between two guys like the one between rune and brand, so i'd like to preserve what they have and let no one touch it ok ty

the banter between brand and rune is the highlight of the series. honestly, everything abt brand and rune are the highlights of the series. the scenes they have together are a perfect balance of funny, jokey ones and serious, emotional ones. like, i love them a lot.

rune??? calling quinn addam's son??? yes. just yes cause it's so true !!

and in a way, i think it finally made addam accept that he was one of the few people there for quinn when he was growing up.

the found family. enough said.

the characters are. so so so complex. they're on point. realistic, raw, and loveable. like yeah, they fuck up sometimes, but that makes them even better. i can't wait to see them grow further. already, i've formed a concerningly strong emotional attachment to rune, brand, addam, and the kids. and already, the hurt they have gone through hurt me as well bc i love them sm jfc

im literally living for the short stories k.d provides us with bc god knows i can only go so long w out content lmao

things i hope to see more in the series would be:

addam and rune being talla

rune's past trauma and r*pe experience being explored

brand's past trauma

layne!!! im really intrigued by them

rune, brand, addam, max, and quinn being a family

layne, anna, corbie, and corinne joining that family, perhaps??

THE DINOSAUR W ATHRITIS THAT RUNE AND BRAND NOW OWN!!!!

brand threatening to shoot rune in! the! ass! bc that scene had me howling lmaooo

the only bit of criticism i have is to add more female characters, and maybeee more characters of colour (but it's possible that k.d edwards doesn't feel like he can write a poc accurately so). but then again, only 2 books of tts have been released, and i believe there will be 9 in total, so it's a bit quick to judge.

OKAY LMAO that's the end of my rambling. if you made it to the end definitely read tts! the first book is the last sun, the second is the hanged man, and there are loads more to come. but ofc pls heed the trigger warnings.

#the last sun #the tarot sequence #the hanged man #k.d edwards #rune saint john #brand saint john #addam saint nicholas #quinn saint nicholas #max saint john #books #bookblr #vignette's bs #uservignette

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100 follower celebration !!!

UHM SEND HELPWDJSJJD i hit 100!!! im beyond grateful tysm for following my dumpster fire of a blog. i decided to do a celebration to give back to my followers for sticking with me through all my rambles and vents ily all <3 hopefully this celebration is at least mildly interesting fhejxwkkzs

to participate, you must be following me

now onto the celebration ↴

send in an ask with a...

🥇 - for my first impression of you (mutuals only)

🎤 - for a song recommendation based off your blog's theme/vibes

📱 - for a random picture i have saved in my phone

🌈 - for a moodboard based off your blog's theme

💓 - for which character i ship you with from your chosen fandom (please include a fandom, a couple of facts about you, and a gender preference if you have one)

✉ - for a letter from your comfort character (please include a character, whether you want the letter to be romantic or platonic, and your name/alias if you're comfortable with it. if anyone wants me to elaborate in this pls lmk)

✒ + a prompt - for a short drabble (please include a ship - reader inserts or otherwise - from one of the fandoms below)

fandoms include: grishaverse, harry potter, percy jackson/riordanverse, the shadowhunter chronicles, marvel, and attack on titan

tagging some of my lovely mutuals who might be interested <3: @ladydaemon @buckystarlight @sturmh0nd @bobbiemorse-my-queen @songofpatrochilless @this-is-me-trying-andcrying @o-rion-sta-r @guzaarysh @magpiencrow @lovelyjae07 @mrs-brekker15 @ramuneray @generalobiwan @amyrlin-of-starlight @ilovemarvelanne1 + everyone else

#uservignette #100 followers #vig's 100 follower celebration #follower celebration

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Grishaverse Characters as Things My Friends Have Said

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(contains quite a lot of innuendos because they're my friends)

Kaz: *is talking about something serious*

Inej: *is also talking about something serious*

Jesper: guys this is so sad :( i only have one ice cube floating in my glass of water because my ice dispenser isn't working :(((

Inej: No offense, but I really don't trust you

Jesper: tRUST ME, MOM, I'M YOUR GODDAMN S O N

Nina, to Inej: very nice, mamacita

Inej: Apparently Jesper got an A+ for the dick size test. Should we reward him?

Nina: Just give him white ice cream cause it'll remind him of something sexual, and he'll be appeased

Alina: Oh yeah Heracles is-

Nikolai: THAT'S THE SHIP NAME FOR HERA AND PATROCLUS

Nikolai: :( the girl i was talking to asked me if I was gay *sigh*

Inej: Nina please go slap Jesper he's annoying

Nina: alright, how hard?

Jesper: VERY HARD, I LIKE IT ROUGH-

Nina: Wylan, you're gay

Wylan: I am?

Nina: Yes, you are

Inej: Wow, who knew?

Wylan: I never knew :(

#uservignette #shadow and bone #incorrect quotes #grishaverse #six of crows #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #nina zenik #nikolai lantsov #siege and storm #ruin and rising #wylan van eck #alina starkov #shadow and bone incorrect quotes #six of crows incorrect quotes

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Grishaverse Characters as Things My Friends Have Said

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(containing an abundance of innuendos and swearing)

Jesper: hI WYLAN YOU HAVE REALLY SPONGEY HAIR

Kuwei: I'm not fucking Wylan you dumbass

Jesper: fuck fuckfuck fu uuuuck

Jesper: I have a nickname for mommy

Matthias: What, so we're calling Nina 'mommy' now? I get she's attractive but-

Jesper: No I meant Inej and Kaz

Kaz: shut the fuck up.

Kuwei: This chat is kinda sus and gay

Kaz: wHO THE FUCK IS SUS

Jesper: Yeah no shit it's gay cause im here

Nikolai: *looking into a mirror* your hair is so smooth...

Nikolai: and silky...

Nikolai: and SPONGEY

Mal: SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT HAIR GODDAMNIT

Harshaw: *gasp* Mal-

Harshaw: dad-?

Mal: no.

Zoya, appearing out of nowhere: Mal isn't your dad, but he is daddy

Nikolai: Tell Alina she looks scrumptious

Genya: and yummy

Genya: and tasty

Nikolai: and spicy

Nikolai: *a few minutes later* i told her but mal was also there and he swore at me :(

Kuwei: who's Wylan?

Jesper: the hot one

Jesper: the sexy one

Jesper: no homo tho

Inej: So Jesper just called me going on about wrists and being gay. Should I be concerned?

Nina: No he just saw Wylan it's no big deal

#shadow and bone #six of crows incorrect quotes #siege and storm #six of crows #shadow and bone incorrect quotes #incorrect six of crows #uservignette #jesper fahey #grishaverse #i have nothing better to do so why not share the dumb conversations my friends have #tw swearing #would anyone mind telling me how to do the under the cut thing on tumble mobile #i wanna save y'all from having to scroll thru more long ass posts

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my thoughts abt the hawkeye show !!!

MAJOR spoilers ahead ⚠️⚠️

I ACTUALLY FUCKING SCREAMED WE GOT A DEAF/HOH CLINT BARTON Y'ALL LETSGOOOO

the avengers musical was by far the best thing ive ever witnessed ever

i want clint to be my dad now.

the way he interacts w his kids SOB THEY'RE SO CUTE

i can tell we're gonna get a clint & kate father-daughter relationship soon and i am living for it

kate. in a suit. i couldn't fucking breathe she is hot

clint participating in the LARP was hilarious could this man get any better

pizza dog !!!!!!!!

kate is a disaster lesbian and i love her

she's so awkward and such a little shit but damn if im not simping for her

but like YES KICK JACK'S ASS BBY

also: i dont believe kate's dad is dead.

"it didnt happen if you didnt see it happen" and stuff yk?? we never actually saw his dead body

clint's sass is finally shining thru and i am here for it

"it's like talking to furniture," SO TRUE BABE WE LOVE THAT SASS

thay woman at the end of ep 2 tho

very mysterious very badass we love to see it

overall these first 2 episodes were amazing and i am so hyped for the next one !!!

#hawkeye #hawkeye spoilers #hawkeye episodes #hawkeye show #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu #clint barton #spoilers #kate bishop #uservignette #vig watches hawkeye #vignette's bs

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HEY, YOU!

Do you like the book Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston?

If you do, then i am begging you with every inch of my being (which, admittedly, isn't much cause im like 5"2) to watch Young Royals on Netflix.

It is/has:

- Gay

- Plus size representation

- Entertaining

- Well rounded characters

- Royalty shit

- Forbidden romance

- Neurodivergent representation

- Very gay

PLEASE watch it so it can be renewed for a second season 😭🙏🙏🙏

however, as amazing as this show is, there is some potentially triggering content so beware and stay safe <3

#tw caps #tw bold text #young royals #vignette's bs #uservignette

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Friendly reminder that Maia Roberts is plus sized, not skinny

#maia roberts #the shadowhunter chronicles #the mortal instruments #uservignette

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I just finished shadow and bone and i am not. okay.

It was just- I feek so fulfilled and I want season 2 so badly oh my god 😭😭😭

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #grisha netflix #uservignette

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prev. amillioncrowsinatrenchcoat, davidkostyyk // icon

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☄︎ "𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊, 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖘."

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☄︎─ ɪᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴀᴅᴀꜱꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀᴅᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ─ ☄︎

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⌦ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵏᵏᵉʳ⁻ᵃⁿᵈʰⁱˢʷʳᵃⁱᵗʰ

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╭┈˖⋆ ❁──── 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

☪ you can call me vignette or jae!

☪ he/she, xe/xem, fae/faer

☪ im a minor (please don't ask for my real age!)

☪ my personality type is intj-t

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╭┈˖⋆ ❁──── 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂𝓈

☪ the shadowhunter chronicles

☪ percy jackson/riordanverse

☪ grishaverse/six of crows

☪ attack on titan

☪ and lots more! (mainly book fandoms)

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    ╭┈˖⋆ ❁──── 𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈 + 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈

☪ uservignette (actual serious posts)

☪ vignette's bs (rambles/shitposts)

☪ vignette's asks (all asks i receive)

☪ vig's writing (my writing stuff)

☪ dni + my ao3 + my writing info

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─ ☄︎─

╭┈˖⋆ ❁──── 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

☪ feel free to send me an ask or message

me any time! i love making new friends!

☪ i also have discord, so if any mutuals

wanna add me on there let me know :)

☪ half my posts are me and my mutuals

screaming at each other im so sorry lmao

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#uservignette #dont rb #about me #pinned post

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amillioncrowsinatrenchcoat is gone, now, i'm davidkostyyk!

matching with @genyyasafin and @zoyyanazyalensky

#uservignette #nnnooovvvaaaa #nishaaaa #my wifeyyy

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Help the Indigenous People of Thailand

instagram post with the details:

i will make a more detailed post soon, but i just wanted to get the word out as soon as possible. follow @manushyafoundation on instagram to stay updated on the Bangkloi situation (as well as other situations going on in Thailand).

more resources: x x (will add more later)

#Instagram #signal boost #important: signal boost #indigenous #thailand #SaveBangKloi #uservignette #rb #btw if anyone spots anything wrong w the linked articles lmk #(im doubting myself again as you can see)