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#bastard of the barrel
multi-fandom-bi · 6 months
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Kaz: *is without his crow cane*
Citizens of Ketterdam: A bastard?
Kaz: *gets his crow cane*
Citizens of Ketterdam: Bastard of the Barrel!!!
(idea creds: @swiftie-as-a-coursing-river)
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another-trans-nerd · 6 months
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Matthias, with a light under his chin: many years ago a demon cursed this place
[two years earlier]
Kaz: fuck this house
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livin-in-fantasy · 16 days
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Kaz loves the crows. He just does not know how to show his affection.
Kaz was traumatized as a kid, then had to raise himself in the Barrel. He had no one care about him after Jordie died. Before the crows.
Kaz never saw people showing each other genuine love, there was always a motive, always a fear of betrayal.
So Kaz learns to show he cares by watching Inej silently slip into his room after a fight. How Jesper hugs Wylan so casually, how Matthias always has a fond expression while Nina speaks.
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Inej: You know, I really like crime documentaries
Kaz, trying to impress her: I have been a prime suspect in over 50 murder cases
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meyerlansky · 1 year
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i buried him. six feet deep. he went into that box so easily.
bonus:
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jazzkrebber · 8 months
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plot twist that the only reason Kaz was able to recognize Sturmhond as Nikolai was because Kaz based his entire reputation on him and is secretly a huge fanboy
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kueh-lapyx · 3 months
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Bastard of the barrel 🐦‍⬛
Trying out a new technique to study values, midtones and planes of a subject, and ive learnt lots about bounce light and the subtle shifts in values even in an all black material (thank you Kaz for always being emo and wearing full black)
Haven't practiced pencil shading in a loooong time till this one, so i definitely need lots of constructive feedback :D
But overall im pretty proud of it, with this being the first time doing a portrait in this hatching technique :) can't say i will do this again though, my patience has been stretched thin with hatching HAHAH
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won221 · 1 year
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They’re the same picture😅
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bey0nd-1he-stars · 11 months
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Magic on a canvas - Kaz Brekker
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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x artist!reader
Word count: 978
Warnings: none
Summary: You're an artist and one day you want to paint Kaz.
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Winter had arrived to Ketterdam and snow was falling upon the dirty streets, covering them in a powder of white snowflakes, making them look crazy and welcoming. It kind of destroyed the whole “barrel vibe” and the criminals all looked like Santa’s workers after being outside. That included your little gang too.
The dregs were still running the businesses as usual, although the ships got a bit delayed and the delivery from the docks to the Slat and to the Crow club were a bit slower than usual because of the cold and the snow and ice on the cobblestones.
You had settled in Kaz office. A canvas propped up and a cup of hot chocolate on the small table beside you. You'd faced the canvas towards the window to take advantage of the natural lightning so Kaz never saw what you were working on until you turned it around to show him. He was currently sitting in his office, working away at some papers he had lying around that needed to be taken care of. He had a glass of liquor on the desktop among the papers, as well as a few rolled up maps from the last heist you'd done. Occasionally, you’d look up from what you were doing to take a sip of your chocolate, or sometimes just to look at him and what he was doing. In truth you were taking in his features to get them down on the canvas as true to reality as possible. 
“You need something?” He mumbled, eyes glued on the written lines. He picked up a pencil, scribbled something down and then placed it aside. He looked up to meet your eyes and a teasing smirk made its way to his lips. You returned his smirk and returned to your canvas with a shake of your head. He rolled his eyes at your nonverbal reply but went back to his work nonetheless. But it was hard to try and paint him when he had his head bent forwards, his dark hair falling into his eyes and his brown eyes stuck on papers. So you carefully reached out with the back of your long brush to make him look up from his work. You let the brush end rest under his chin, holding him there, taking in the way the light from the window caught onto his features. Even in the raw light, he looked good. It was a bit unfair, to be honest. 
“Thank you,” you mumbled and drew back the brush and returned to your painting. Your actions left Kaz a bit dumbfounded but he quickly shook it off and returned to his work. He’d learned since long to not question you, just go with whatever you were doing and just let it slide, however weird it was. But a small smile still made its way to his lips when he looked down at his work. It was so purely you, what you’d just done. And all while still respecting his boundaries and not touching him with skin to skin contact. His heart stopped for just a moment at the thought. 
These actions continued on for a few hours. You’d reach out for him to look up from what he was doing and then he returned to his work. One time he left to go fetch some more drinks for the two of you, one time you left to get some paint. He contemplated if he should look at what you were painting but just when he were to go for it you pushed the door to his office open again and he lost his chance. When the light from the window started to dim down you let out a content sight and put down the brush you’d been holding for hours. You put it in the cup of water where you’d put the others and Kaz looked up to see what you’d been painting. You always showed him when you were finished, but not before that. 
The painting on the canvas took him aback a bit. You’d painted him. A scene where he was walking on a snow covered road with white, pearly trees on each side. It wasn’t in a city, it was somewhere else, he didn’t know where. And he looked far better in your painting than he did in real life. You somehow always managed to paint some sort of magic into your paintings, making them breathtaking and beautiful. Your pictures were nowhere near what reality looked like and it always made him gasp a bit for breath. But you’d never painted him before. Or maybe you had and just hadn’t shown him, only Ghezen knew. You tilted your head to the side a bit, taking in his reaction. He didn’t say anything for a while, just letting his gaze take in the masterpiece. Then he spoke up after a few solid minutes.
“You make me look so much more beautiful than I do, than I deserve,” his voice was just a whisper. You smiled gently at the words and his gaze flickered from the painting and met yours for a few seconds before returning to the painting. 
“You look like that for real, you know. It isn’t just the painting. You look like that right now. At least in my eyes you look like that,” you words were gentle but Kaz heard the honesty behind them. And he believed you. Maybe you did see him that way. His heart swelled at the thought and his breathing got stuck in his throat. He could only nod as he reached out a gloved hand to rest over yours, giving it a soft squeeze before retracting again. 
“You look like that too, you know,” he told you, not looking at you but resting his gaze on the painting, “In my eyes, you look that beautiful.”
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wylans-flute · 1 year
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May I present:
Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, bastard of the barrel...
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impala-kaz · 1 year
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The characters I thought I’d fall in love with in Shadow and Bone season 2:
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The character I ended up falling for:
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Ok I mean I love the Darkling, Kaz, Jes, Matthias and even Mal.. obviously.. but Nikolai just stole my heart this season😍😍
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freddycarterswife · 1 year
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i love how unhinged my boyfriend was this season 😊
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another-trans-nerd · 6 months
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Matthias: *wakes up in the middle of the night to find Jesper an inch from his face*
Jesper: So we had this id-, stop screaming-, we had this idea
Matthias: We? Who’s we?
Kaz: *right next to Jesper* we had this idea
Matthias: Djell there’s two of them
Inej: *slides out from under the bed* three actually. I helped them to get in and get you. Id feel safer doing whatever they want to do if you’re with us
Nina: *waking up* what the hell is happening
Wylan: *walks in* We had an idea
Nina: *already dressed* great let’s go
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hottpinkpenguin · 1 year
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Kaz brekker with the Nightmares end eventually prompt? Male/gender neutral reader if possible and romantic! If you do it then thank you!
A/n: I always love my first fic for a new character, so thank you anon for putting Kaz Brekker on my list!! this is a tad cheesier than my normal fare but i think our brooding boy Kaz needs a little romance in his life, so here it is. Hope you love it<3
Nightmares Kaz Brekker X GN!Reader WC: 2,031 Content Warnings for: depictions of violence, dead bodies, gore; probably some non-canon details
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Kaz’s legs grew heavy and stopped kicking, his back end sinking into the cold waters of Ketterdam’s harbor. Behind him, the rank stench of rotting corpses from the Reaper’s Barge hung like a cloud in the air. The lights of Ketterdam bobbed on the horizon ahead like a beacon, but it seemed with each moment Kaz was drifting further away from the shore. His fingers fumbling to grab hold of his dead brother’s jacket for flotation. He gulped at the night air in the rare moments where his head broke the surface of the waves. The salt water stung the open sores on his face and hands, his body weak from sickness and hunger. The only thought in his mind: swim. 
Trying to stifle a wave of nausea, Kaz grabbed ahold of Jordie’s bobbing corpse and hauled himself as far upward above the waves as he could manage. Kaz let out a strangled sob as his brother’s dead-pale face sank an inch below the water, his lifeless eyes gaping up at the starless sky above. 
“Jordie.”
Kaz choked on his brother’s name, grief and horror twining together in his chest like strangling vines. He tried to push away thoughts of giving up, of letting go of Jordie’s corpse and allowing the sea to take him. 
But something deep within him burned hotter than the firepox that riddled his body. A drive to live, to fight, to survive. Kaz had always had it - he got it from Jordie, he knew. Jordie had taught him how to fight back when the world threatened to crush you. Kaz heard his older brother’s voice echo in his mind: swim, Kaz. 
His vision swam with white dots, but he forced himself to kick his legs, though they felt heavy like anchors. 
Swim, Kaz. Swim. The feel of his brother’s unnaturally stiff, cold skin beneath the thin, water-logged linen shirt seared itself into Kaz’s memory. 
Swim. Kick. Breath. Swim. Kick. Breath.
The lights of Ketterdam drew closer. 
Kick. Kick. Swim.
The faint sounds of the docks tickled his ears. Kaz’s lungs were burning, the firepox that had weakened him and taken his brother’s life making one last, desperate attempt at his strength.
Breath. Kick. Breath. Kick.
Kaz felt his leg bounce off the ragged surface of a rock. The sounds of waves lapping on a rocky coast announced his arrival at the shores of Ketterdam.
Kick. Kick. Kick.
As soon as Kaz felt the pebbles scrape his stomach, he threw himself off his brother’s dead body and emptied his stomach in the sea foam. His head spun with exhaustion, fever, and terror. Next to him, he felt his brother’s body bob against him in the waves. Kaz scrambled away from the feeling, the terror reaching a fever pitch in his mind as he began to understand what he’d done. 
He turned to look back at Jordie, now face-down in the ankle deep waters along Ketterdam’s warehouse district seawall. Jordie’s stiff body was so pale it seemed to shimmer with an unnatural, sickly glow. Kaz shivered violently as panic ripped through every inch of him. Mustering all his strength, he tipped his chin towards the sky and shrieked. He screamed for everything in his life he’d once thought would keep him safe: for Jordie, for his parents, for the world he thought he knew. The shriek felt like it would tear him in half, and Kaz let himself empty the pain he felt inside into the raw dark night. When the scream finally died on his lips with a strangled sob, what was left of the boy that had been Kaz Rietveld knew he would never be the same again…
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Kaz felt himself rear up out of bed, his heart racing and that shriek from so many years before fading like an echo in his ears. He was panting, his body soaked with sweat. He swiped back the stray strands of hair plastered to his flushed forehead with a gloved hand. 
“Kaz?”
A familiar voice drifted through the barely open door to his private quarters above the Crow Club. Kaz felt the knot of panic in his chest loosen slightly at the sound. 
“Kaz, are you alright?” 
Ever respectful, you didn’t barge through the door to check on him, although Kaz could hear the tense itch of concern in your voice. Kaz let his eyes close as he tried to clamp down the lid on his memories. 
“I’m fine,” he called back, although his voice wavered pathetically. There was a split second of quiet before you replied.
“Nightmares, boss?”
The question was so quiet Kaz almost didn’t hear you. He let out a shaky exhale through lips that quivered ever so slightly. A gentle tap on the door: a question. 
“Come in, y/n.”
Kaz wasn’t used to letting people into his quarters. Even Inej and Jesper, his closest friends - if Kaz Brekker could be said to have such relationships - were rare guests. Kaz didn’t like that he let you in, but you felt like a tonic. It wasn’t a coincidence that Kaz had asked you to take night watches for him. Your presence seemed to ease a pain Kaz had felt for so long he’d forgotten he had it. And on nights like this one - nights where Kaz’s dreams swallowed him whole and spat him back out - he needed you close. He’d never admit it aloud, although he didn’t need to. There was an understanding between you two, a tacit agreement. You’d stay close to him, he’d look after you. 
You opened the door and slipped in, a momentary brightening from the hallway lights followed by the return of darkness to Kaz’s quarters. 
“They were bad tonight.” Not a question, but an observation. Kaz looked over in your direction as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could barely make out your silhouette, although he could see the moonlight from his open window dancing in your large, thoughtful eyes. Damn those eyes, Kaz cursed to himself silently. They would be his undoing. 
“Yes.” 
Kaz never talked much about his dreams, even to you. He was grateful that you were content with what little information he did give. He had a feeling that you recognized just how difficult it was for him to tolerate the miniscule amounts of vulnerability he allowed you to see. 
From the doorway, you nodded. You didn’t move to come closer to Kaz, and he didn’t motion for you to. You were close enough for Kaz to hear your even, steady breathing. He focused on that sound and tried to slow his own inhales and exhales to match. Even though it violated every instinct he had, Kaz let his eyelids flutter close. You hung back next to the door. The sounds of the sleeping city outside filled the quiet. Minutes passed, and Kaz let his mind loosen its grip on the fear that his nightmare had awoken. 
When he opened his eyes, he found you exactly where he’d left you. Leaned against the wall, your kind eyes still trained on him. Kaz scooted up to lean back against the headboard, his bare chest now rising and falling in time with your own breathing. 
“You have nightmares too, if I remember?” 
Kaz caught the flicker of surprise in your gaze. Kaz usually never talked on nights like this, not unless you asked him something. Not only was he speaking, he was asking about you. Surprise gave way to a tender smirk, and you nodded.
“I did. Still do, but they’re less now.” Flickers of moments from your past that plagued your dreams danced in your head. A field of charred bodies… your sister in her favorite day dress lying face down in the blood-soaked mud next to the smoking remnants of your house… the way the smoke from your burned-out village blotted out of the sun… 
You shook the images away like gnats, bringing yourself back to the moment, back to Kaz. 
He was watching you intently. His dark hair was deliciously disheveled, and you could see the smooth planes of his stomach peeking out above the bedsheets.
“How did you do it?” he asked quietly. You forced yourself away from his body and tried to focus on his words, realizing you’d lost track of the conversation. You cocked an eyebrow at him, unsure of his meaning. 
“How did you cope with them, I mean,” Kaz clarified. “How did you get them to go away?” A gentle night breeze fluttered the gauzy curtains by the window next to his bedside. 
You turned Kaz’s question over in your head, wondering where to start.
“They never really went away,” you confessed, chewing on your lip. You’d resigned yourself long ago that you’d live the rest of your life with memories of the day your family was taken from you carved into your soul. It wasn’t something you would escape or ever come to terms with. It simply was. 
You tried to say as much, but the words that dangled on the edge of your tongue felt all wrong. Your mouth opened and closed with a heavy sigh. 
Kaz’s lips quirked up at the sound. He turned to look out into Ketterdam’s streets, the moonlight casting his handsome face in a gentle glow. 
“That’s not a fair question,” he mused with a hint of embarrassment. “I’m sorry to bother you, y/n. I’m fine. You can go back to your post.” 
You felt a twinge of disappointment at Kaz’s words, although they were less of a dismissal and more of a question. You turned to leave, but hesitated as your hand touched the doorknob. 
When you turned back to him, he was staring at you with something that looked like hope in his eyes. It made your heart leap in your chest. 
“One thing I learned about nightmares, boss. Even nightmares end eventually.” 
Kaz considered your words thoughtfully. You held his gaze as you kept talking. 
“The things that gave us our nightmares ended, too. It doesn’t mean we forget them, it doesn’t mean we move on. But it does mean that we aren’t prisoners forever. The dreams, the memories… they’re with us, but they don’t control us. They teach us things, but they don’t command us.”
Kaz drank in your every word, watching the way your expression glazed over as whatever memories haunted you swam just beneath the surface of your eyes. He knew that look: he’d seen it in himself many times before. The way you wore it though was different. He marveled at the realization that he’d never really seen you before. He’d felt you, felt the calming effect that your presence had on him. But now he could see why: you understood him. As much as anyone could. Kaz had always liked to think that others only knew him as much as he let them know him. You were proof that that wasn’t true. It both frightened him and delighted him. 
“Sorry… that didn’t make much sense.” You let your eyes drop to the ground, suddenly embarrassed by your outburst. You turned to the door, eager to make your escape from the awkward moment. 
“It makes perfect sense, actually,” he interjected quickly. You hesitated, halfway out the door into the dimly lit hallway. With the aid of the lamps from the hall, Kaz could see you more clearly. He thought he detected a faint flush on your cheeks, and he had to bite down a smirk at the sight. He was glad the light didn’t reach him, because you’d see a similar heat on his face. He’d taken a big step with you tonight, but he wasn’t ready to show you how he felt. Not yet. 
“Thank you, y/n,” he called after you. 
You turned halfway back to him, not meeting his eyes. From your profile, Kaz could see the faint hints of a smile. 
“You’re welcome, Kaz.”
You left him alone with a quiet click of his door. Kaz hated how much he loved the way his name sounded in your voice.
This time when Kaz fell asleep, it wasn’t his past that swirled in his dreams, but hopes for the future.
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jahayla-parker · 8 days
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okay okay, kaz brekker x sister!reader
Kaz Brekker's Sister Headcannons
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I feel like his sister would be the youngest (born after both Jordie and Kaz). 'Cause part of his trauma is being afraid to rely on someone older who he thought would take care of him.
Running with that thought, Kaz would take that ^^^ type of role towards his sister very seriously. He vowed he wouldn’t let her down the way Jordie let him down (don’t come for me! His internal thoughts mention this frustration in the books so it’s canon).
We know Kaz is obviously very protective over those he cares about, which would undoubtedly extend to his sister. But, his role as the older brother added to that. And his disappointment and anger towards Jordie’s role in what happened ask those years ago, added to that as well; he wasn’t going to do that to his sister.
Although, he knew it wasn’t something he could prevent. Since it already happened to her once; the same day it happened to him. Jordie was her older brother as well. But Kaz nevertheless vowed to never let her down.
Kaz vowed to never make her have to worry about or even question having a roof over her head, a warm room to sleep in, food , etc.
He kept a healer on hand should she get sick ever (even so much as a cold). He wasn’t taking any chances. While he refused to let healers touch him he required it for her wellbeing.
She never had to worry about her safety. He’d taught her how to defend herself, how to fight, kill, etc.
He kept her from having to experience the financial difficulties he was old enough to experience due to Jordie’s deal with Rollins and as they aged, he made sure it stayed that way now that she was old enough to be able to know if that was the case as he made sure they always had enough funds saved up and the means to get more some should it be needed.
Kaz would’ve been so upset when his sister became ill, to the point it inadvertently made himself much sicker from stress.
Kaz tried to do whatever he could to get her feeling better, giving any scraps of sustenance to her instead of taking his portion/share and using their only blanket to cover more of her body by not covering any of his.
It would only have driven his anger against Pekka even further because he not only lost his older brother, he almost lost his little sister and he watched her suffer the loss of jordie as well
Given she was so young (given the age gap between Jordie and Kaz at the time of incident, I’m assuming she’s roughly 7 ish), it was a lot to process and try to make sense of
And poor Kaz wasn’t much better at that; certainly not to the point he’d be able to be much help for her in this area
As such, he resorted to simply helping raise her as if this new life was simply how their lives had always been
Because he’d used the blanket on her and not himself, and had literally given her some of the clothing off his back to keep her from freezing to death, she’d managed to survive the night.
In fact, while her body was too hypothermic to wake up when the medics came through and took her brothers, she was fortunate enough to be just warm enough to not be considered dead the way Kaz was, and as such, wasn’t dumped in the harbor with Jordie.
As such, she didn't develop the trauma with touch like Kaz
But, it was her presence on land that truly drove Kaz’s survival.
His body was giving up and he wanted nothing more than to just give in
And he especially didn’t want to have to use his brother’s body as a flotation mechanism in order to survive
But his vengeance and his inherent need to protect his little sister drove him
We know Kaz is shit when it comes to being around sick people now (understandably) but the one exception would be his sister should she fall ill.
That’s not to say he wasn’t still horrible at handling it, or that he wouldn’t go into a full on panic spiral at the tiniest sign of her getting sick
But, he was also unable to pull himself from her side until she healed.
He refused to ever risk being away from her while she was ill ever again.
As far as his touch phobia, that undoubtedly extended to his sister as well, although he truly hated himself for it (more so than when it came to his touch phobia in general).
But, it was out of his control. Besides things got better with time.
It started rough and killed his spirit each time when his little 7yr old sister wanted to hold her surviving brother’s hand while walking through the “scary” streets of the Barrel or otherwise simply sought physical comfort from him.
Especially because he’d once been able to offer that to her and he knew she was old enough to remember that and he saw the clear proof of that in her sad eyes every time he pulled away
But by that point, he’d suffered the worst of it. So he knew they’d power through
The worst was when he made it back to her and he’d had to explain to her that jordie was not coming back. As if her sobs and screams weren’t painful enough for Kaz, she tried to cling onto him for support, only to find herself confused and more distraught when he scrambled away
With time, the two orphans inevitably took over the town.
At first Kaz wouldn’t let his sister get involved
Until he realized that was futile, especially if he wanted her to start safe
He had caught her defiantly trying to help on her own, so he eventually caved and taught her everything she needed to now how to do and brought her into the business
Inej and Kaz’s interaction about crows was actually similar to what happened with his sister years before and that’s what made him choose to name their new elite crewmembers and dare his sister say friends, his crows.
Kaz used his power in the Barrel to create a safety shield around his sister
He knew she was a vulnerability to him and in turn was at risk by association, so most people didn’t know she was his sister
She’d been hurt at first when he told her this was how they’d go about their new life, after all, she was so young and didn’t understand but he did it for her sake
And if people did find out about them being siblings, they’d assume that she and Kaz must not be as close as normal siblings because they saw the business relationship only and assumed that’s all there was between them even when finding out about the blood relation (it helped that Kaz always made a name for himself as someone who didn’t care about anyone else), which worked to keep people from using her as bait or something against Kaz. Which was what he’d masterminded of course.
She was 7 so she didn’t understand the need to change their last names and start fresh but she trusted Kaz fully
She is and was the only person he ever took flack from and or allowed/allows to yell or argue etc with him but only in private
Kaz knew his sister would be struggling with Jordie’s death, as he himself was and still is
But he knew he was not going to be much help
He did as much as he could, if she’d suffered anxiety or panic attacks, he was there to offer verbal assistance and support
And he helped her take part in getting revenge for what they went through
But he couldn’t talk about it. It was still too much and talking was no longer a strength of his.
He couldn’t talk to her when she was younger as he needed her to simply follow along with what he said and believe this was just the way things went all along
But as they got older he still found himself unable to talk to her about it
But that’s why he finally told Inej just enough for her to know that his sister would be having similar issues as him since she was so worried about his behaviors and in turn, he knew Inej would go to her and be able to offer the support he couldn’t
Again, I could go on and on, but I loved this idea!
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zacshian · 1 month
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Ok, so I have a weird thing to share:
Kaz Brekker is the 'Bastard of the Barrel'
But , a gun also has a barrel...and the bullets once being shot , become highly deformed for a reuse i.e. they loose their original value..( bastard is a thing that is no longer in its original form)
That's just sums up the fact that
Kaz Brekker is like a bullet!
(I know I am weird, if this doesn't make sense to you, don't worry you are normal)
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