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#LIKE KAZ BREKKER AND INEJ OK
aerequets · 5 months
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trying to erase the trace of...
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luvrbones · 10 months
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love the wesper/kanej/helnik dynamic of “i can fix him”/“he can fix himself”/“i can make him worse”
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a-heart-of-kyber · 1 year
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Someone should do a meta analysis on the propaganda of the persona of Dirtyhands and how it colors the unreliable narration of the other characters' perception of Kaz and his actions, on top of the fandom's tendency to believe the same as well.
Things like the phrase "Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason." Despite the obvious of him having a reason for Everything.
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fairytalesofforever · 7 months
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the urge to nichepost about my fanfiction and its associated OCs because I HAVE IDEAS
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lcvescountdown · 9 months
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kanej is the slowest of slowburns that by the time they die they might not have moved past the "obviously i like you and you like me but we need to wait for more time to pass"
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grindeldorefanatic · 1 year
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Solid 2 weeks, dudes. 14 days, dudes.
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mistylakeee · 1 year
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The scene in CK where Kaz and Inej scope out Van Eck’s mansion is an actual date. They literally rode on a gondola gondel under the moonlight through willow trees together.
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kazswraith · 5 months
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capinejghafa · 2 years
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I was thinking about something @oneofthewednesdays said about Inej and flaws and kind of leading back to the one post about inej having silly flaws... well, i was thinking about more serious flaws :) More specifically Inej being bad at feelings... and even more specifically, the moment when she rejects Kaz when he asked her to stay.
I think what's even sadder about this is Kaz has never been this vulnerable around any girl at least not since "Saskia" (age 9, which she lied to him) and then he tried again with Imogen (age 14, obviously, did not go well). Then when he finally tells Inej how he feels (age 17). And I know for Kaz for all his blunders does have a heart (despite what people may say, Kaz has put himself out there and fails). He’s also very Kerch, and they aren't known for their feelings. Like even Wylan and Alys are very much a "product" (if you will) of their upbringing. Kaz is so Kerch he called Inej a valuable investment and he did not see anything wrong with it. And even that is very telling because we don’t see that moment from Kaz’s POV, we see it from Inej’s... but I digress.
So asking Inej to stay, to pick him... and she said "What would be the point?”, it's not enough. Like I do genuinely need people to understand she rejected him AFTER he asked her to stay. He put his feelings on the line, probably knowing she wasn't gonna say yes (bc Kaz is a bit self-deprecating and believes himself to be a monster) and Inej proves him right to a degree. 
Her rejecting has probably more to do with the fact that she believes he didn’t care... but at the same time! This is the proof that Inej needed to show that Kaz cares about her more than "an investment" and she still rejects him. And damn if this isn't the proof Kaz needs that he doesn't deserve to be loved or is a monster... and I get really sad about Kaz.
So, it’s not so much a hc, but rather the idea of Inej being the one to slow down the relationship because while Kaz can be all in it’s Inej that stalls. Wouldn’t it be wild if Inej came back and is like this is my good friend Kaz, and Kaz is dying inside. Inej would obviously eventually come around but also time away is still time away.
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lunas-worldofchaos · 1 year
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"this isn't real"
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shining-just-4-u · 8 months
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I NEED an au where the crows are spies a la “The Americans” where Kaz and Inej are Phillip and Elizabeth and Matthias is the FBI agent and Nina is Nina (see it works perfectly) but instead she’s double crossing the FBI (im barely thru the first season this might not work out in the future lmao) idk who wylan and jesper would be but I think someone could make it work
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timehascomeagain · 1 year
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im about to start fucking crying over brighton rock by graham greene this shit is HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STupid school book for REAL. What the fuck is “The soured false age, the concentrated and limited experience of the Brighton slum drained out of him. He wished he had Cubitt there and Dallow. There was too much to tackle by himself at seventeen. It wasn’t only Spicer. He had started something on Whit Monday which had no end.” I will KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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veerbles · 1 month
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dipping your toe into a new fandom after years of existing comfortably in an old one feels a little like transferring schools. you just observe for a while don't you
also, the vicious cycle of - if I don't start writing soc fics I will lose my mind; I cannot write soc fics until I feel like I have a good grasp on character voices; I will not have a good grasp on character voices until I start writing soc fics and fuck around a little bit; and so on
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reve-writes · 1 year
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—anger; kaz brekker.
ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 0,8k words. ʚ based off of this request. | kaz gets angry and finds comfort with the reader. ʚ established relationship; kaz is ok with being touched by reader. ʚ a/n i am a sucker for kaz being whipped. like this man is 100% the biggest softie for his s/o. we all remember the line from the book where he wanted to bottle inej's laugh and get drunk on it every night. if you have more kaz/grishaverse reqs my asks are open!
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Kaz likes to think that he has somewhat of a good grasp of his emotions. He puts on masks like turning the back of his hand. His favourite one, though, is the one he wears the most. Cool and polished, unfeeling. Stoicity that demands respect and fear—that instills intimidation.
It's not so easy to slip on that mask when his entire body practically hums with anger, his fingers twitch underneath the gloves. The desire to fucking hit something burning under the leather.
The reason is clear, being whispered in both fearful hushes and celebratory gasps: Pekka Rollins has been released from Hellgate.
Life has a way on turning a good thing into something bad. Kaz is used to it. He has come to expect it. Hell, he expects the Dregs to eventually fall apart. Expects the Crows to eventually leave him. Expects you to get fed up with him and pack your things.
He doesn't expect Pekka Rollins to be released—after all he's done to make sure the bastard ends up where he deserves to.
“Kaz—” An unfortunate Dregs member speaks, perhaps wanting to relay the message or simply making formalities.
Kaz spins around. The desire to swing his cane in a bone-breaking arc is there. He doesn't.
“Not one word.”
That's all he says. The air in the Crow Club turns suffocating—all tension and no reprieve. Everything is still being conducted as normal: barkeeps are serving drinks, gamblers are opening tables and customers are drinking and carolling. To those who know Kaz well enough, know his tells and his history with the leader of the Dime Lions, it feels like walking across a glass bridge. Every step is followed by the anticipation of falling through.
Jesper turns to look at Wylan, who glances at Nina and Matthias. The couple turns to Inej. The Wraith stares at you. Unspoken words are exchanged from across the room, over rowdy drunkards and laughing gamblers.
The door to Kaz's office on the second floor slams shut. A tremble goes through the frame. It gets lost quickly, swallowed by the hustle bustle of the Barrell, but you notice. Of course, you do.
You stare at the rest of your friends and find them looking back at you expectantly. Jesper tilts his head towards the stairs.
You sigh, putting up a hand towards them—your first two fingers are crossed over each other. Then, you're already on the steps, knocking at the door gently.
“Kaz?”
You hear a loud sigh.
“Can I come in?”
“You'll barge in anyway.”
You let out a soft chuckle and push the door open. He sits on his desk, one leg stretching out to balance his body while the other is bent. He shakes his knee idly. Both of his hands grab the edge of the desk that over hangs, fingers tapping periodically.
He spares you a glance under the brim of his hat and relaxes slightly. Your presence alone melts the tautness in his shoulders. It always does.
“Are you alright?”
“Never been better.” Sarcasm laces each word.
You sigh, approaching him. He doesn't flinch away when you step into his personal space—something that has taken years to work towards and you're grateful for the point you've reached together.
“It's inevitable, you know?”
Your words cut but they're nothing short of the truth. Someone as powerful as Pekka Rollins will eventually get out—it isn't a reach to conclude. Deep down, Kaz knows as well. He just likes to think that he finally is able to lock away that part of his past and throw away the key, but it always comes crawling back. Meaner than ever.
“I know, schatje,” he says, defeated.
You step closer and pull the hat off of his head. Your hand runs through his scalp to smooth out the flattened hair, combing through smooth, dark strands. He leans into the touch. One of his hands go to your arm and brings the inside of your wrist to his lips.
“Everyone was scared of you,” you tease, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. He raises an eyebrow. You add, “Well, more than usual.”
He lets out a huff—the beginning of a chuckle. “As they should be.”
“You are not-so-scary right now.”
He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Only for you.”
“Ever the charmer.”
His arms come to rest around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he lets you soothe the anger—calm the storm inside him.
“We'll get him again, Kaz,” you say, pulling away slightly to look at him. “Together, okay? We've done it once. What's a second time?”
He hums. “You're right.”
“I often am.”
“Well, except for that time—”
“Kaz!”
It seems that you've successfully staved him off of being consumed by his anger, once again.
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alpurrtwhizkersss · 1 year
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Omg you're taking six of crows requests?!?
Can I get a Kaz x fem!reader where the two of them are a couple (or trying to be) like Kaz is less snappy towards her, they're working on his touch aversion and everything.
But then on a heist gone wrong reader is hurt/stabbed/shot and falls into the Harbour, and Kaz is terrified because of the water but he's more terrified of losing his girl and he realizes that none of the other crows will reach her in time so he dives into the water to save her and when he drags her back onto the dock they just hug each other and the reader is apologizing for ruining the heist, Kaz is just holding her tightly and telling her it's ok, she's safe and that's how the rest of the crows find them, curled up at the end of the dock. Maybe some soft kisses?
Kaz trying to deal with his trauma in ways like this makes me happy
His Star
Requested By:  anonymous!
Warnings: Drowning, reader gets stabbed in the arm, Kaz deals with some trauma flashbacks/anxiety, possibly OOC Kaz.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Prompt: None
She/Her pronouns used to refer to reader.
Author’s Note:
hey!! sorry this one took so long, I haven't written for Kaz for a WHILE so I hope this meets your request!
Word Count: 1321
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Kaz loved you.
Or, at least, you thought he did. He had never told you explicitly, but then, the ruthless young man had never told many people of his affections for them, choosing instead to close himself off to the world instead of facing his feelings.
Despite the mask he put over his emotions every day, you could still tell he loved you through the way he treated you, how he didn’t snap at you like he snapped at the other crows, and the way he looked at you.
Oh, how he looked at you.
Kaz Brekker looked at you as though he was a tired man, bound to the ground of the earth, weak and broken, and you were a star in the dark, endless sky waiting to lead him home, your brightness and your beauty incomparable to anything else.
There were many times Kaz had wanted to touch you, to reach his gloved hand out and graze it against your cheek, or to squeeze your thigh for comfort as you sat beside him, but he couldn’t. He feared that if he did, it would bring everything back. Bring Jordie’s death back. And the possibility was too painful to try.
You understood, of course, you would never push him to do anything he didn’t want to, so you left it alone. You never asked, you barely even thought, because even the idea of making Kaz uncomfortable or upset made guilt squeeze your heart sharply. You would listen if he brought up the idea, but you’d never do it yourself. You’d never put that burden on him over something he couldn’t control.
So you made do with what you had, you loved him in other ways, helping him with planning heists, gathering information to make his job easier, making sure he ate, checking up on him every so often (despite his protests), giving him small smiles across the Crow Club when you could see he was getting frustrated. Little things that made your presence known, but that didn’t intrude too much on his life, and you were happy that way.
“Y/N!” Jesper’s voice broke your thoughts as you slid down the rain-soaked tiles of the building you were scaling, landing gracefully on your feet as you shot along the gutter at the bottom and leaped onto the next one.
“What?” You yelled, hoping he would catch it over the raging wind, but all you heard in response was silence, and you realised you could no longer hear the cracking of his boots against the tile. 
Risking a look behind you, you caught your gaze on Jesper’s long figure clambering back up the roof, two others, Inej and Wylan, caught your eye as well, though, where Kaz was you had no idea, and you skidded to a halt, stopping for a moment as you watched the security of the bank you’d just attempted to rob begin gaining on you, their yells rising far above the torrential weather, you watched the other Crows running along the top of the roof, you only caught on to why they were doing this as you turned back, and felt a swift, violent pain crash through your upper arm, you let out an ear piercing scream as the shock and pain overwhelmed you, making your vision blur and your knees buckle underneath you. Almost as soon as you made a noise, you heard Jasper’s pistols shoot rounds into your attacker’s body, quickly able to take out some other guards from his high-up position, yet nobody came to save you as your body tumbled into the freezing harbour water that cascaded against the walls of the bank.
Kaz yelled your name as he watched you disappear off the side of the roof and into the waters below. He had already chosen to stay behind when he realised that you had not heard Jesper’s call to retreat upwards, and he thanked the Saints that he did when he began racing towards the edge of the roof, still screaming your name as he searched for your body in the blackness beneath him.
For the first time in a while, Kaz took a sharp, relieved inhale at the sight of your head poking above the water, and soon your arms came thrashing with it.
As you caught sight of Kaz, you began yelling, mostly unintelligible words, but he heard his name ring in his ears, and he swore he felt his heart tear itself out of his chest when he recognised the fear in your voice.
The fear in your voice that brought him back to that night. With Jordie. Jordie and the boat. And the eerie silence only broken every so often by the groans of the wood and the shifting of clothes against the bodies of the victims that the plague had so cruelly taken.
No. Kaz scolded himself. Stop. Stop, you have to help Y/N. She’ll die if you don’t help her.
He didn’t give himself time to think again before throwing himself into the freeze after you, and almost immediately he felt the same horrible effect that he felt that night with Jordie begin to take hold.
He pushed through it as he kept his mind on you. He couldn’t let you die.
If you died, he didn’t know what he would do with himself, he likes to tell himself that he could get through anything. That grief didn’t affect him anymore.
But with you? You were his star, and if you weren’t there anymore, his sky would go dark.
Kaz could hear your sobs echoing through the night air as he pulled himself through the current and closer to you. Almost as soon as he touched your skin with his gloved hands, he had to stop himself from letting the panic take over, soon becoming grounded once again by your whimpers and pleas for help.
“C-come here, Y/N.” He stammered out, the temperature of the water mixed with the adrenaline coursing through his veins making his speech slurred and awkward as he pulled you towards his chest.
You soon found yourself approaching the harbour, and Kaz made it his first priority to hoist your body up onto the wooden decking, quickly pulling himself up after.
As soon as you were safely out of the water, you backed yourself up against a wall, leaning to the side to cough up what you’d managed to inhale during your panic. Kaz soon made his way over to you, rubbing your back gently as you grasped the wall for support, before falling back against it, still shaking with the sobs that left your lips. You soon felt Kaz move his hand hesitantly to the back of your neck, before taking a deep breath and pulling you in closer to him, holding you tightly.
“I’m sorry…” You cried, taking the collar of his soaked jacket into your hands as he shushed you. “I’m so, so sorry, Kaz, I- I ruined everything. I’m so useless-” You buried your head in his jacket as he shook his head, staring down at you with as serious a stare as he could manage, despite his heart rate going at 30 miles per hour.
“No, no, Y/N, stop it. You didn’t ruin the heist. It was doomed from the start, it was a stupid idea anyway. All that matters is that you’re safe, do you understand me? You’re alright, and you’re with me, and nothing’s going to happen to you.” Kaz’s voice managed to soothe your racing heart and mind, and your gentle nods soothed his own as he dared to press a gentle kiss to your lips.
That was how the Crows found you both that night. Kaz wrapped protectively around you, every so often placing gentle kisses to your hair, and you, his star, encased safely in his arms, having never felt so much love from anybody in your life.
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fruityarsonist · 1 year
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idc what you say the crows in s&b s2 were PERFECT. “i will have you without your armor, kaz brekker. or i won’t have you at all.” !!!!! “have we met before?” !!!!!!!!!! nina snacking at every possible opportunity???? inej’s stunt scenes????? when kaz does the whole “i’ve buried your son alive speech” thing and it is so REAL it gives me shivers!!!!! ok yeah, would i have loved to see matthias in the crew? would i have liked a more symmetric timeline? yes! but they were still so shockingly gorgeous while still being fully idiotic just.... delivers the whole essence of being a crow
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