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barrel-crow-n · 14 days

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Obviously, we know that Inej knows Kaz best but really, even she doesn't know him - or at least, doesn't understand many parts to him.

"He just lets go" about a boy who has never let anything go. Who, since he was nine years old, has been unhealthily obsessed with Pekka and taking him down. Who was still obsessed with this revenge eight years later. Who hears his dead brother's voice in his head - cruelly egging him on on this maddened quest for vengeance. Who remembered every single last detail of the Hertzoon con; who killed eveyone involved.

People criticise this line, and rightfully because it's plain wrong, but it goes to show how isolated Kaz is and that even with the person he trusts most, he still holds many cards close to his chest. He still hasn't shed his armour completely - not even with Inej.

Inej also doesn't understand Kaz's language. She knows the signals he has established with her for moves and attacks but, funnily enough, it's only ever Matthias that truly reads Kaz (understanding his micro expressions and how he cares about Inej). She understands that she is trusted because he takes off his gloves - but even then doesn't seem to understand the extent; Kaz strips in front of her, as a show of trust - that he's willing to expose himself to her, but she doesn't understand that this is what he is trying to convey. I highly doubt this is a way of wooing Inej. At least, that that was the main reason. He was being vulnerable with her, showing his underbelly.

Kaz cannot say he cares, but he also can't seem to show it either - not in a conventional way, anyway. He carries Inej to the Ferolind despite it causing him pain, he yanks out the eye of the man who stabbed her. He says "I protect my investments." And that sounds completely dickish, but Kaz doesn't show appreciation. Ever. Inej doesn't understand that "I protect my investments" means "I want to look after you because you mean a lot to me" because that's what it means!!! In Kaz's language. "Protect" -> Look after, take care of, defend. "Investments" -> Very important to him, more valuable over time (liking her more and more as times goes on). "I protect my investments" isn't the stupid, asshole line Nina and a lot of people read it as. It's Kaz's kinda mean, not betraying how much it means to him, round about way of showing he cares. He won't say it outright because living in the Barrel has taught him that that is dangerous.

This is shown again when he says "I would come for you. And if I couldn't walk I'd crawl to you. And no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out, knives drawn, pistols blazing, because that's what we do, we never stop fighting." He can't say a simple "I care about you." but he can say all that. Why? Because he ties his care to violence. Protection. Causing harm to defend Inej. (Strooooong dog motifs for Kaz btw - the people of the Barrel were spot on with the rabid dog nickname)

And it links to how all the characters are always saying "ohh he's so mysterious, I don't know anything about him, where he came from, or what his motives are" when Kaz is literally openly saying everything.

He doesn't not speak of his trauma or his feelings! He talks about them all the time! He just isnt straightforward.

"Barrel boys don't have parents, they're born in the harbours and crawl out of the canals."

"My mother is Ketterdam, she birthed me in the harbour."

He's literally talking about being "dead" (thrown on the Reaper's Barge), how that affected him (traumatised him so bad he feels like he is no longer the same boy, that he was reborn as something else - a monster), about having to crawl out of the harbour, wet and weak from fever. He openly admits he's an orphan. He talks about it! Just in a cryptic way. A way no one understands.

It's like he's crying out, with people not far, but no one hears him. Like he's still on the Barge, making a futile attempt to cry out "I'm still alive." The Barge still has that hold on him. It's a manifestation of the trauma. It's the same way the flashbacks taking him back to that miserable night. A prison that he can't seem to ever be free from.

When he tells Inej "Tell Jesper he's missed around the Slat." he's doing it again, just more blatantly and more obvious, so that she picks up on it this time. He's showing her his language! Telling her to read into what he is saying! He's saying that he misses Jesper in his detached, cryptic way.

And this is so important with everything Kaz says. Reading between the lines - that's how you start to understand him. We get a cheat sheet by seeing his internal thoughts, but his dramatic talk is the olive branch for outsiders.

When Inej is asking him to open up, she isn't asking that he should share his problems and vulnerabilities like she believes she is saying. She's asking him to be more direct. And that's the difficult part for Kaz.

#kaz brekker. ever the performer #my isolated wet cat of a boy #who doesn't know how to show affection #and is stuck behind the bars that he himself created #he makes me crazy #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #grishaverse #six of crows duology #my analysis

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highdefinitions · 1 year

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since i cannot seem to get over the dead don’t die…do you guys know that quote from six of crows?? that one that kaz says to inej?? where he says “i would have come for you and if i couldn’t walk i’d crawl to you.”

yeah that’s sooo jake and quinn coded

#the dead don’t die

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

(Photo not mine)

Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

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cameliawrites · 2 years

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kanej headcanon: first kiss

Inej is on shore leave for the winter, and even if the wind is biting and the rooftops chilled to frost, she insists on perching outside Kaz’s window to feed the crows.

Kaz thinks she’s a fool for doing this in such conditions, but he thinks himself the bigger fool when he cannot resist crawling out the window to sit beside her, aching leg be damned. She looks up at him with a bright grin, warm and radiant in the cold heart of Ketterdam. Perhaps he’s no different from the other greedy scavengers that circle her now, vying for the chance to feed from her shivering hand.

But he remembers that unlike the crows, he has the ability to do something about her trembling, half-frozen fingers. He swiftly peels the gloves from his own hands and holds the pair out for her to take.

She glances at him quizzically, but he looks away, trying to stifle the uncharacteristic shyness that he feels when she’s near. “These damned crows are going to give you frostbite,” he mutters gruffly, feeling the tips of his ears turn pink.

A smile pushes up her lips (berry-colored, slightly chapped from the wind, bottom lip just slightly fuller than the top - details Kaz steals from a single glance, but he wants more, wants to look again) as she takes the gloves and slips them on (and doesn’t that sight just deepen his flush, the familiar leather caressing her bronze skin, the invocation of intimacy).

“Well, I have it on good authority that they have no manners,” she teases.

And he doesn’t mean for it to happen, but when they lock eyes, it’s as though his body can resist the pull no longer. He leans toward her face, closer, and she begins to fall forward -

and then he abruptly pulls back.

“I’m sorry,” he stutters, drawing a hand through his hair. He looks as flustered as he feels, voice breathy.

“Sorry?” Inej repeats back dazedly, still caught up in the sensation of warm gloves on her hands, the clouds of her breath comingling with his.

He buries his hands in the pockets of his coat, preventing himself from trying to reach toward her again. “I didn’t mean to invade your space, or make you uncomfortable. I should’ve asked first.”

Her brow furrows. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. Why did you think I would be?”

Kaz pulls at his hair again, frustrated at the effort to find the right words. (Inej can’t help but feel a little proud that she’s the only person who can fluster this infamously unintimidated man.) “Because I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t… because I was looking at you like that.”

“Like what?”

He swallows heavily. “Like I wanted to kiss you. Like I want you.”

She leans closer, as though determined to break his careful control. It’s been years, now, of this delicate back and forth, of a balance finer than the tightropes she’d walked in her youth - and Inej is sick of waiting to let go, sick of waiting to fall into the man before her when her heart knows exactly where it wants to land. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” he gasps. “But I don’t want you to feel…like you used to feel, when men wanted to kiss you.”

Oh. If Kaz didn’t misunderstand her so thoroughly in this moment, she might actually be charmed at his hesitation to hurt her. Instead, she frowns, choosing her words carefully. “They didn’t want to kiss me. They wanted to kiss an exotic, forbidden thing. They wanted to kiss the Lynx, because she wasn’t allowed to refuse.”

She leans closer again, brown eyes meeting brown eyes, until he can see nothing but her.

“Kaz...do you want to kiss the Lynx?”

He shakes his head vigorously, forehead creasing in affronted fervor. “Of course not.”

She nods gently, reaches out and smooths his worried brow with her gloved fingers. “I know. I know that you want to kiss me.” She pauses, leaves space for her next words to penetrate his nervous mind. “That’s why I want you to.”

He watches her for a few breaths, his chest panting in and out with the anticipation buzzing between them. “I’ve never done this before,” he admits, as if she didn’t already know.

Her voice is as quiet as it’s ever been, eyes vulnerable as they flicker between his eyes and his lips. “Me neither,” she whispers.

They barely note the snow squall beginning around them, ready to cover the dark Ketterdam streets and rooftops with the first snow of the season: a rare clean slate.

Inej worries, for a moment, what reactions a kiss could dredge up for Kaz. Would her cold-chapped lips would feel more like a corpse than a comfort? Would he resent her for making him try?

Would they collide for one precious moment, just for him to pull farther away than ever before? (And, selfishly, she thinks - would it be worth it to steal this moment anyway?)

But because he knows her better than anyone, reads her better than anything, he tells her: “It’s okay. I don’t think you’ll hurt me. Not with this.”

She nods gently, swallows. “Okay,” she whispers. “I won’t hurt you.”

And whether it was just her wishful thinking or a premonition, her lips on his don’t hurt at all.

He’s pulled into her unexpected warmth; she falls into his promise of safety - just them, together, as the rest of the world blurs white.

#there are a million different ways I imagine this scene happening but here's one #we're a couple years post-ck here #all these bridgerton kanthony gifs have me back on my diehard romatic bullshit #kanej #camelia writes #kanej headcanon #kanej fluff #kanej fanfiction #soc headcanon #soc fanfic #six of crows #crooked kingdom #post-crooked kingdom #six of crows fanfiction #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz x inej

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distance-does-not-matter · 3 years

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kanej Ted talk pls?

Oh boy now I have to remember my talk

Well, it’s interesting to trace the development in their relationship. When it first starts out, even before the book starts, it’s strictly business. He’s Dirtyhands, and she’s his Wraith, his thief of secrets. And then she begins to steal his secrets. Not to sell them, of course, just to have. He begins to trust her. He takes her on missions. They have each other’s backs. By the time the book starts, he trusts her enough to take off his shirt and, more importantly, his ever-present gloves in front of her. A Big Deal when it comes to Kaz, right?

And he calls her endearments, but it’s sarcasm, and she teases right back. (”Please, my darling Inej, treasure of my heart, won’t you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?” “Have a long trip down.”) Against their better wishes and instincts, they’ve become friends. And having friends is dangerous in the Barrel, especially when your friends are the most deadly things in the Barrel.

Next comes the departure for the Ice Court, and Inej is injured in the course of rescuing her teammates. Severely injured. Kaz goes ballistic. Rips a man’s eye out and then throws him overboard. And he says something very interesting, a clue of how much he’s come to lean on Inej without even knowing: “My Wraith would counsel mercy. But thanks to you, she’s not here to plead your case.” She’s become his conscience, the mercy to his ruthlessness. She retains her goodness for both herself and Kaz, while Kaz has long since cast it aside.

Here, Inej acknowledges her feelings for Kaz, as well as their stupidity. He is the deadliest thing in the Barrel, and her cheeks heat when she sees him shirtless. (It takes him days to work up the courage to talk to her.)

We get to the trek to the Court. Kaz and Inej are a duo, Kaz&Inej, working in sync. They know each other’s every trick, every turn of phrase. Inej knows how Kaz will lock himself in. Inej knows when Kaz faints. Inej wakes Kaz up. Inej brings Kaz back to himself. (”Better it should be her.”)

He hates to reveal weakness, but he begins to reveal it to Inej.

I can’t remember if he ever addresses his feelings for Inej before this, but if he doesn’t, then this could be seen as a good start-point. Inej has become his second in command, his moral compass, and now, his confidante. Or, the closest thing a boy called Dirtyhands has to a confidante.

They break into the Ice Court. Kaz is loathe to leave Inej. Inej climbs the incinerator shaft. She gives Kaz back his gloves, his armor. She tells him she’ll leave Ketterdam. He hates it, and he welcomes it. He will let her go.

He is almost drowning, he is a child again, helpless and dying, and still he thinks of her. He has to make sure she’s safe. He has to rescue her if she isn’t.

On the return to Ketterdam, he asks her to stay (”Stay. Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me.”) And she would, but his armor is still on. He is still wearing his gloves. He still will not meet her eyes. And so she leaves him to his armor.

She is his weakness on Vellgeluk. She is captured, and he is left with naught but his rage and his reputation. ‘I’m going to get my money. And I’m going to get my girl. Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.’ His gloves are very firmly on.

In Crooked Kingdom, he leans into his reputation to get Inej back. He is ruthless and brutal and he and his crew offer a pregnant woman biscuits and massages. Despite himself, Inej is getting to him. But his growth is his and his alone. He will have to do the work.

Without meaning to, Kaz chooses a geranium barge for his plans. Inej’s mother’s favorite flower. I have to wonder if Kaz stored that detail away in his brain for a later, quieter moment. (A few geraniums, tied together, left on Inej’s doorstep. A calling card, a love letter. She picks them up and smiles.)

He is more open with her. She knows more of his secrets. She knows about Jordie long before he mentions him to Jesper. And yet, they are still not totally honest. He is still working through his trauma.

But they are making strides. (”Curse you and all your saints,” he said to no one at all, then realized he was smiling.) (Nina knew that look. It came after the shipwreck, when the tide moved against you and the sky had gone dark. It was the first sight of land, the hope of shelter and even salvation that might await you on a distant shore.) (”I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our away out together--knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”)

Later, in the bathroom, they fight through their trauma. Kaz touches her with bare skin and fights to stay in the moment. He fights for more. He cannot stop the waves that drag him back. But he hates them, every moment of them.

The rest of Crooked Kingdom comes in a tumble of blood, sweat, tears, revenge, and smiles. (She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.)

And at the end, the very end, he is without armor, and he is willing to let her go. He holds her hand, gives her what she needs for her chosen mission, and her heart’s desire. He gives her a ship and a berth and he is willing to let her leave. She is the one who tells him she’ll come back. She is the one who tells him to come meet her parents.

(”Is my tie straight?” “That’s the laugh.”)

This is entirely too many paragraphs to talk about the fact that at the end of Six of Crows, Kaz is possessive and gives too little, and his growth is that, at the end of Crooked Kingdom, he gives her all she wants and asks for precious little in return. (”Say you’ll return.”) He sets aside his gloves for her, his armor.

She has him without armor.

#soc #six of crows #Kanej #idk why this is so long but I hope you enjoy it and all the quotes I pulled from the books

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captain-inej-rietveld · 3 years

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Things I cannot wait to see if we get more seasons of shadow and bone:

- Nickolai Lanztov

- “I... Should... Let... You... Die”

- Kaz and Wylan dropping through Van Ecks ceiling

- Matthias telling Nina he gave the Parem to Kaz; and asking if she was going to crawl in bed with him

- Nina insulting Kaz’s hair

- Kaz fainting in the prison wagon

- “I would come for you, and if I couldn’t walk I would crawl to you, and now matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together- knives drawn, pistols blazing- Because that’s what we do, we never stop fighting”

- Jesper calling Wylan - Wy

- Dunyasha and “She slowly wiped the blood of kings on her trousers”

- Kaz and Inej on the docks

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc inej #kaz x inej #jesper fahey #wylan van sunshine #wylan van eck #siege and storm #ruin and rising #nina zenik #helnik #kaz brekker

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southslates · 3 years

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like an angry god

@kanejweek day four: darkness (corrupted ambition) / kanej / canon divergence - soulmates - one-shot - rated T / read on ao3! / 2007 words

Inej Ghafa comes to Ketterdam as part of a traveling circus. She doesn’t mean to enjoy the city, with its sharp architecture and cold edges, with its people who pray to kruge, but she does. There is something haunting in its corridors, something which whispers to her in its alleys. Inej is a gravity-defying girl, she is an acrobat and nothing more, but these late-night Kerch streets set fire to her bones. It is as if Ghezen has come alive to speak to her and tell her she could be more.

It's strange because she thinks she has everything. She also feels like she is missing something—not something that needs to be there, but some defining feature of her. She feels like she is spinning a wheel with a loose axel.

Ironically, she stumbles upon the Crow Club when Malik takes her in, wanting to try his hand at Makker’s Wheel. She indulges her cousin and lets him drag her into the lively business in the darkest hours of the night, knowing that they’re on break tomorrow. The Suli do not forbid fun, and they drink, Inej has drunk, but she does not want to in this strange city.

She ends up drinking anyway. She is caught up in the moment, caught up in the lights above the table, the large, large gambling hall, and almost in Salim, the friend Malik had brought with him to the club. Inej likes him, has always liked him, and the sight of him loosens her inhibitions. They loosen her inhibitions so far that she forgets him.

Inej wanders off across the hall, stopping to see the sheer variety of people who habit it: a white splatter of the upper-middle class of the Kerch, lazing away a Saturday; a collection of young children from Novyi Zem, laughing away in the corner; even a splashing of Fjerdans, staying away from alcohol and looking distrustfully at the numbers in front of them. It’s an experience, she can admit even halfway down her glass, eyes shining.

At some point she wanders over to a setting of Kerch men and women playing a game she doesn’t quite understand; they’re holding chips and laughing, cards dancing in front of their eyes. Inej has always been a quick study with these gambling games, though she detests playing; it’s something else the city has whispered into her mind, perhaps. It is the Ketterdam in her blood, though she’s certain she has never been here before. She has never been here before.

She sits at the table and picks up another glass. She will be fine; Malik and Salim are truly not that far away, she can see them from here. A women smiles at her with shark-teeth, daring her to down the cup in accented Kerch. Something in Inej does it, and then when she’s slid another one, she downs it again. Her eyes are uncharacteristically bright at the table, her head muddy.

It's only a moment later she’s in someone’s lap, between two people. It is the Kerch woman and another man, fitting her in the space between them. The woman’s hair is a rusty gold and the man has black hair and a gold tooth.

Inej may have drank too much, but she isn’t stupid. She blinks and sees that Malik and Salim are gone from her line of sight—then she promptly sits up, a bit more aware of her surroundings. This is not a situation she is new to; she’s almost been taken by slavers as a child. They had ransacked her family’s caravan near the Ravkan shore and would have stolen her away from her family had she not woken up early. She has learned to be suspicious of people, and she let her guard down. It’s this saints-forsaken city, she thinks briefly. It is affecting some part of me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the man whispers with whiskey breath, and Inej pulls herself into the space between the bodies she is caged in, ready to pull one of her acrobatic feats—twist her body, do the unimaginable. But before she does and the woman’s vodka-laced breath rushes across her face, something hard clangs down on the table in front of her.

Inej is only human, so the sound makes her lurch. The tablecloth moves forward, and something shatters and then leaks onto her on the bench. She groans, because alcohol will not go well with the cottons she’d donned for a night out.

“Peter,” a voice says crisply. “Lotte. You are not welcome here. Did I not make that clear enough last time?”

The bodies next to Inej scramble away from her, and she looks up in her disorientation to see a man who can’t be much older than her, a cane in his hand bisecting the table and separating her from Lotte on her left. On her right, Peter has shifted away from her and is now standing up, raising his hands above him. “We didn’t mean nothin’, I promise—”

“I don’t give second chances,” the man says, and his voice is cold, so cold it almost crawls into Inej’s spine and then leaves her body, but icy enough that it wants to make a place there. His voice is the city’s whispers in her ears, the biddings of greed. She is buzzed, but she still looks at his sharp suit and glaring eyes and thinks: Who are you?

Or perhaps she voiced that thought out loud. No matter; the man ignores her, watching as Peter and Lotte stand up and try to leave the premises. Inej lets the whiskey on the table, cold as it is, leak into her shirt as she watches two large men grab the two vermin by their collars and drag them away to some corner.

“Wow,” she says out loud at the brief spectacle—some patrons have turned to see the two get carted off, but more seem unsurprised. “I was fine.”

“Who said anything about you?” the man bites. “There are no games here. There is no place for cheats.”

Inej is straightforward, and her filters are off as she wrings out her shirt. “You could at least pretend to be chivalrous.”

The man glares at her, his gaze dark and intense and dangerous—but for whatever reason, Inej doesn’t feel like it will cut through her. Maybe that is just the stupidity of being drunk. The longer he stares at her, the more she wants to laugh. “You cannot kill me by looking at me, you know.”

He says nothing, just takes his cane off the table and begins to limp away from her. Inej bites her lip and stares at his receding back—that moment had felt strangely powerful.

“Yer brave,” the girl next to her says after he has disappeared from sight, into a door at the club’s side. “To talk to Kaz Brekker like that.”

“Who?” Inej asks, and the boy next to her, keeping his distance after what had happened to the woman in his previous position, looks almost affronted.

“He is Kaz Brekker, Ja. They say he has played cards with the devil and won,” he says, like he is speaking of a myth, and not the twenty-year-old man with a ridiculous glare Inej had faced just moments ago. “He used to be better, ja, growing up on the streets. But he culled his boss right las’ week, he did. Hung his body from the lighthouse by First Harbor. They say he will commit any sin, without a price. Bloodthirsty.”

Inej leans in close to him, feels something lock into place, the gears of her heart. “Really?” she asks. “He just seems like a man.”

“He is no man, he is a demon. A quick thief, too,” the girl nods to her, and Inej grasps at her pockets. Her coinpurse is missing.

“An immature demon,” she says, stepping up, her head spinning just a bit. “Cheap tricks, for shevrati.”

Inej Ghafa leaves them there and takes the path that the man with the cane had followed; he couldn’t have gotten too far from her, with his disability. Ostensibly, she knows she should not be trying to pick a fight in the middle of the night with a man who just hung another in a public display, but the city is speaking to her; the club is, as though it has a heart. Inej believes in saints, and they are leading her a certain way, giving her the want to get her coinpurse back. It had a sizeable amount of kruge, and she refuses to be made a fool of.

The hallway is dark and she follows its walls to a set of stairs, and then walks up them. At the end there is a door, and to its side, when she moves her hand a certain way, another small alley; a trick alley. She follows that aisle to another door, wooden and locked and in the pitch dark. She shoves her body weight against it.

She doesn’t know what she is planning on doing. Do demons give you back your money if you ask them nicely? What is inserting this drive into her veins?

“What?” a voice roars from inside the room, and then a moment later, as Inej pushes herself against it, it opens. She almost trips onto a cold metal floor, but she doesn’t—she is an acrobat, even sheets to the wind. So she rights herself and turns to the man with the cane—Kaz Brekker.

“You,” he says, distaste coating his mouth. There is no good intent hidden in that word, nor in the hard lines of his face. Whoever this man is, he is not good.

“Me,” Inej agrees, then holds out her hand. “My coinpurse, please.”

“Your . . . coinpurse,” the man says, her face twitching. He is wearing a hat and a suit perfectly tailored to all his edges, a glass man. Inej wonders if she could break him. “Why would I have such a thing?”

“You do,” Inej insists. Of this, she is certain. She’s had it until he was just a foot behind her. “Give it back.”

“You’re very demanding,” he says. Inej wonders if he can feel a pull towards her, like she does for him. His face is surely not giving anything away. “You must be new.”

“I’m visiting,” Inej says, some sort of fear starting to creep into her voice. Perhaps the liquid courage has left her soul in a flush—perhaps the city is no longer with her. She can feel it drifting around her bones, maybe leaving. It is as though it has filled the strange place in her soul with something, not left her empty.

He leans into her—he doesn’t leer, not in a way that is lewd, but in a way that is certainly dangerous. “Well, then, my dear visitor,” he says the word like a curse, “you would do well to leave now, before I break your legs for coming to my office without permission.” His eyes scan her, perfunctorily, and Inej can only dream she sees something below the surface. “You need your legs. Or perhaps you can walk a rope with your hands,” he sneers.

Then he slams the door in Inej’s face. The city escapes her, returns back for its sins, disturbs her edges. I have shown you a story, she can feel it whisper, from the wrong end, wrong beginning.

She slides out of the secret corridor and down into the busy club. The Crow Club, it’s called. The largest building in the Stave. She wonders if the foundation was built on a demon’s work. She wonders why she feels like she should know, why there is a haunting space in her mind.

Inej wonders who Kaz Brekker is. She wonders why her saints guided her towards a demon, what they were trying to tell her.

She wonders how he knows she performs on the rope.

#kanej #kanej week #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #kanej fic #dee writes

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saanjhish · 3 years

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Khwaja Mere Khwaja x Kanej

Idea stOleN from @wraithnknivesstuff (wraithnknives on Instagram, go give a follow)

Khwaja Mere Khwaja by A. R. Rahman is definitely for Kanej. Tell me I'm wrong. You can't.

This song is in Hindi and Urdu, but do not fret if you don't know the language because I will be providing translation.

ख्वाजा मेरे ख्वाजा (Khwaja mere Khwaja)

translation: lord, my lord/oh, my lord

दिल में समा जा (Dil mei sama jaa)

Translation: reside in my heart

This is something I do not need to explain, but will anyway. Inej is the only saint Kaz has ever believed in, and these two lines are Kaz yearning for Inej.

शाहों का शाह तू (Shaho ka Shah tu)

Translation: King of Kings

अली का दुलारा (Ali ka dulara)

Translation: Ali's sweetheart/dearest to Ali

As we know, Kaz is the King of the Barrel by the end of Crooked Kingdom, and "Shaho ka Shah tu", which translates to "king of kings", is something Inej would say to Kaz when he's vulnerable, something only Inej gets to see. And "Ali ka dulara", which translates to "Ali's sweetheart" or "dearest to Ali", could very well be Inej.

For those who don't know, Ali is the Cousin and Son in Law of the Islamic Prophet Muhammad. And dearest to Ali can be used to describe Inej, something I do not think I need to explain.

बेकासो की तकदीर (Beqaso ki Taqdeer)

Translation: the fate of the unfortunate

तूने है सवारी (Tune hai sawaari)

Translation: has been restored by you

I feel like this would be for the end of Crooked Kingdom when Kaz helped Inej with her dreams by buying her a ship and finding her parents. Kaz is fully supportive of Inej's dreams, which are to hunt down slaver ships and save the unfortunate (people who were taken) from a life of slavery. Hence, "fate of the unfortunate has been restored by you."

तेरे दरबार में ख्वाजा (Tere darbar mei Khwaja)

Translation: in your court, lord

नूर तो है देखा (Noor toh hai dekha)

Translation: shines eternal light

A God's court (temple, mandir, mosque, masjid, church, etc.) is a sacred place that feels safe and secure to a person, as far as I can tell from personal experience. And Kaz and Inej, I'm pretty sure, are each other's safe space. Especially Inej for Kaz because she's the only one he trusted with his past; so much so that he didn't even realise he had revealed his past to her—the most vulnerable part, even—to her until he did. We also know that Inej trusts Kaz with her whole heart and is loyal to him.

In Inej shines eternal light for Kaz, just as it does in Kaz for Inej.

चाहने से तुझको ख्वाजा जी (Chaahane sei tujhko, Khwaja ji)

Translation: desiring you is the oath, oh Khwaja

मुस्तफा को पाया (Mustafa ko paya)

Translation: to attaining perfect humanity

now, the humanity part ... We know Kaz doesn't have morals and we love him for it. Though, it is mentioned that he was willing to pull himself together into some semblance of a man for Inej, aka, show at least a little humanity. So not "perfect humanity", but a little.

This automatically justifies "desiring you is the path" because it was his love for Inej that made him willing enough to be somewhat a man.

तेरे कदमों को मेरे रेहनुमा नहीं छुड़ाना गवारा (tere kadmo ko mere rehnuma nahi chhodna gavara)

Translation: I cannot fathom abandoning your presence

This is definitely for Kanej. Kaz messed up his sleep schedule even further for Inej when Jam Van Eck (yes, I know I wrote Jam, I am not writing his actual name) kidnapped her. Also, Inej is very loyal to Kaz, as said before.

Also ... The main thing that describes this:

"I would have come for you, and if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you. And no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing—because that's what we do. We always fight back."

NEED I SAY MORE?

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk <3

#leigh bardugo #six of crows #soc #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej #kanej x bollywood #Khwaja Mere Khwaja x Kanej

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trassellynn · 4 years

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ooooh or jesper and kaz bonding as chosen brothers? kaz admitting directly to jesper he cares for him/he is his friend/he misses him //seph

Hi Seph! Sorry for the waiting, I decided to write this one first! Thank you for the prompt, hope you’ll like it! 😊 BROTHERS People in Ketterdam believed Dirtyhands was unable to feel any kind of feeling. Love, affection, remorse, sadness... sense of guilt. Lies. Only lies. Kaz wished they were right with all of his cold... well, less warm than average heart, because, in that case, he wouldn't have found himself in such a terrible mood. He sat on a wooden chair, his face buried in his own hands, next to the bed where Jesper was sleeping. “You... you idiot...” Kaz thought. “Why did you do that? Why did you get a bullet in your shoulder for... me?” The wound wasn't too bad, their friend, Helèna, had been able to cure it in a little time and said Jesper just needed some rest to recover. But... but Kaz still couldn't bear the sight of his friend in those conditions. “Was it worth it, Jes?” “Demjin...” Matthias' large hand gently touched his shoulder, only for a moment. The boy sighed, rubbing his own face with his gloved hands and straightening his back. “I'm fine. I'm just tired.” They were alone. He, Jesper, Matthias and little Aenya, who was crawling on the carpet. Wylan hadn't left Jesper's side for two days but, that morning, he had an extremely important business meeting, that he couldn't postpone; Kuwei offered himself to go with him, while Nina and Inej were helping Marya with some commissions and, for reasons Kaz didn't even get, they had taken Trass with them. “I am very tired” he added then. Matthias curved his lips in a little smile. He was sitting next to him, silently. “You never slept these days. If I didn't know you I'd dare to say you're worried for Jesper and that, maybe, you also feel guilty...” “But you know me well, so you know it's not like this...” Kaz replied, with the most unconvincing tone ever. “Of course, Demjin, of course.” Aenya crawled towards her father's legs and grabbed his pants, making her weird, shrill noises. “Yes, love” the Fjerdan murmured, widening his smile and taking his little daughter in his arms. “Are you hungry, aren't you? Demjin, wouldn't you mind if...” “It's fine” Kaz replied in a plain voice. He absently looked at Matthias' giant figure, who was walking away with the baby girl, talking her with a weird, squeaky voice and kissing her full, rosy cheeks, while she laughed. He briefly tried to figured himself in such a situation and ended up hoping Inej would never ask him to adopt a kid. “You look horrible...” Kaz awoke from his frightening thoughts, turning his head and meeting Jesper's grin. “You should see how you look” he replied. Jesper stretched his arm towards the bedside table, taking a little pocket mirror and staring at his own reflection for a while. “Uh... yes, stunning as usual!” he finally said. Kaz shook his head, trying to hide the little smile on his lips: “You feel definitely better. I'm glad of this. I mean” he immediately corrected himself “I am glad because you'll soon be able to stand by yourself and I will stop being your nurse.” “I got... several nurses,” Jesper pointed out. “And a doctor. You can stop taking care of me whenever you want. Maybe you meant that you will stop worrying and feeling guilty soon...” “I'm not worried and I won't stop feeling guilty!” Kaz burst, biting immediately his own tongue once he realized what he had just said. Jesper sat up sighing: “It's not your fault if I put myself between you and that man. I did it instinctively. And I'm sure you would have done the same for me.” Kaz fixed the pillow against the headboard of the bed, so Jesper could rest his back against it. “How can you tell this?” he murmured, avoiding to meet the sharpshooter's eyes. Jes raised one of his eyebrows: “I know you, Kaz. You're a greedy bastard, that's true. But, even though you always try to hide it, you care about us. About Inej, our friends... and about me. And if you dare to say you care about your investments, I'll kick your ass from here to the Wandering Island. Remember, I cannot use just one arm, the other one and my legs are fully operative.” For the first time in several days, a small giggle came out of Kaz Brekker's mouth. “Jesper...” he finally said, taking a deep breath. “You shouldn't have taken that bullet for me. It wasn't worth it. I... I wasn't worth it.” The Fabrikator shook his head: “I am nineteen, Kaz, not three. I can decide by myself what is worth or not. That bullet could kill you. It could kill my brother. So I am glad it only hit my shoulder, okay?” Dirtyhands' dark eyes widened. Jesper gently placed his hand on his wrist, paying attention not to touch the bare skin between the wristband and the black glove: “We're brothers, Kaz, aren't we?” It could be so easier to deny it, to stand up and walk away, telling him he was an idiot. But it would have been just another lie. Kaz looked at the bandages that wrapped Jesper's shoulder, sighing, then, he finally took courage, looked into the other boy's greyish-green eyes and smiled. “Yes. We are brothers. And... I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Especially for my fault.” “Hey... we take care of each other. We protect each other, Kaz. That's what siblings do.” Kaz's smile widened. His gloved hand gently touched Jesper's. “Yes, that's what siblings do.”

#Prompts #Ask Box #wedontknowhowtodiequietly #SoC Prompt #Six of Crows #Kaz Brekker #Jesper Fahey #Kaz & Jesper #Matthias Helvar #Wylan Van Eck #Inej Ghafa #Nina Zenik #Kuwei Yul-Bo #Kanej #Wesper #Helnik #Kaz and Jesper's BROTP

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