#kaz x ana

[oohnoniall]

The Lantsov Emerald [Kaz Brekker x OC] - Chapter Seven (Anatasia)

Warnings: cursing, fantasy violence, family drama

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

        The wind blew the curtains away from the window, which only caused shadows to fall on the woman's face. She didn't have the courage to be frightened. She had suspected that she had been followed. There was no real way for Ravka's Princess Anastasia to escape, even if she wished she could. Her marriage would mean the safety of her country. They would not allow her to get away. 

        It didn't matter that those sorts of arrangements had never worked in the past. It didn't matter that she didn't want to marry.

        "Your Highness," the voice was not one that she expected. She had assumed that one of the Second Army would have been tasked to find her. She had thought they would have sent a Grisha to drag her back to the palace. She wasn't exactly worth it, but at the same time they couldn't risk a mortal man failing to deliver her.

        The woman stepped out of the shadows. It was the same one that had been seated next to Kaz. Her eyes were kind, despite the obvious threat she possessed. Anastasia had no idea if she could trust her or not. Well, actually, she knew the answer to that. The streets were much like the courts of Ravka. None could be trusted, none could be expected to keep to their deals. She supposed that Kaz had sent the woman to kill her.

        "You should return to the palace." The woman said, her voice as soft as the wind. "Kaz will try to keep his bargain, but surely you realize how dangerous it is to cross the Fold. With or without a skiff."

        "I know," Anastasia would not be afraid though. If Nikolai had done it, so could she. She would do anything if it meant seeing her brother again. "But I cannot allow my future to happen without my consent. If I stay, I risk never seeing Nikki again. I risk losing the only parts of myself that my family hasn't destroyed."

        It was dramatic of her, but Nikolai would understand. She hoped he would anyway. There was a very good chance that Nikolai would think she was being a stubborn, selfish idiot who needed to rethink their priorities.

        He wouldn't exactly be wrong.

        "Your future is happening, Princess," the Suli girl stepped out of the shadows then. She was beautiful, like an image of a Saint that Anastasia was supposed to pray to. She wondered how the girl had ended up working with Mr. Brekker, why she was so cautious over this job. Surely, there had been other jobs. Other dangerous positions. "It would be stupid to think you can run from it."

        She clenched her jaw, counting like Vasily had taught her. Her eldest brother may have been useless but he'd always made sure that she and Nikolai knew how to keep up appearances. It was that or be an utter embarrassment to him. Even now, she could not believe that her eldest brother would do anything if it did not benefit him. Maybe it was wrong of her, maybe he felt more for his siblings than he had ever shown. But Anastasia did not believe it for a second.

        "I'm not running from anything. We'll be back before my birthday. You'll get your payment and all will be well." Anastasia had never believed that anything bad could truly happen to her. She'd been protected by the Second Army and her brothers her entire life. The dangers of the Fold were not present in her mind. Nor were the dangers of Kerch. 

        Nikolai would have a heart attack if he ever found out just how reckless his sister had become in his absence.

        "You've never been told no, have you?" The girl raised her brow, giving Anastasia a look that she thought would kill her if the woman was Grisha. She supposed it was a good thing that she was not.

        "No," she answered truthfully. "Nor do I intend to start. I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I know what I'm doing. As does your Mr. Brekker."

        "Kaz likes impossible jobs. You've just managed to give him one." 

        Before she could open her mouth to make a retort, the girl was gone. She didn't wonder how it had happened. There was no telling how long the wraith-like woman had been doing this. There was no telling when she would come back either.  All she was left with were her thoughts. Thoughts that were going a billion miles an hour, that were certain that she was making a mistake. But one that she could not back away from.

They spent a week waiting for something to happen. For anything to happen. Anastasia had felt as though she were going to go mad from waiting. She had never been forced to wait so long, unless it was word from Nikolai. Then she'd be forced to wait for months on end. 

        The only time she had seen Kaz Brekker and his friends was during meal times. She never sat with them, figuring they'd spend more than enough time together when the time came. Besides, it wouldn't have been smart to draw any sort of attention to herself. She had no idea if they would figure out a way to reveal who she was to the entire pub or not, but she hadn't wanted to risk it. It didn't matter how far from them she sat, though, she always felt his eyes on her.

        It was more than just a bit disarming. His eyes were like sheets of ice. She could feel the cold piercing through her, wrapping her in a vice that refused to let go. She wondered if the others felt the same. If they were each just as worried about what he might do as she was. Of course, she knew that was quite silly. They were clearly just as dangerous as he was. Kaz wouldn't be the most dangerous person in his little gang. That would have been ill-advised. 

        Although, Anastasia did not know much about gangs or about whatever it was that the three were. They made sort of a miss-matched family in a way, but she was not yet brave enough to tell any of them that.

        Those sorts of thoughts seemed to plague her mind more often than not nowadays.

        "The Darkling is coming," he didn't make it sound pleasant as he sat down beside her. "Which means we've got our skiff."

        "And that he'll probably recognize me," she pointed out without looking at him. She didn't need to see the ice-cold glare or the cheekbones that looked as though they were made of diamond. He was much more beautiful than her husband-to-be, which felt as though it were some sort of cruel and unusual joke. Why should a criminal be so fetching and a prince be ... Not.

        "It's either risk this or go back home, Highness," Kaz's voice was gravel, his fingers wrapped around a pint as though it had insulted him. She wondered briefly about his rage. What could make a man so angry? So full of fire and brimstone when he could be no more than eighteen?

        Anastasia glanced at him then, noting the slight furrow in his brow and the way his jaw twitched slightly. This bothered him more than he let on. She never would have noticed had she not been raised in the courts. Those small ticks had been the only source of amusement in the courts of Ravka. They gave away all the best gossip. As long as one knew how to accurately read them.

        "Has something happened?"

        "Nothing you need to concern yourself with," he gave her that ice-like glare. She hated the way it felt as though he were freezing her from the inside out. Hated how she wanted to tell him to go and fuck himself and a number of other regrettable words. She bit her tongue though. There was no point in angering the man who was taking her back to her brother. She highly doubted there would be another who knew Kerch and knew how to cross the Fold.

        "If it puts us in jeopardy, I think it is my concern." Anastasia had lived her life being glared at and told that something wasn't her concern. She would not allow this boy to do the same thing. It was bad enough her brothers had done it throughout her life. The only ones who had ever told her no in any capacity, the only ones who'd cared for her.

        Kaz stared at her. It would have made a braver person look away. But she was stubborn and had glared down generals who had wished to sacrifice Nikolai. She could stare into a dragon's eyes if she needed to. What was Kaz Brekker? A crow without wings? Someone who could easily kill her but wouldn't. Not if he wanted his full payment. Not if he wanted the impossible jobs.

        "He's got another piece of my puzzle," it was cryptic yet it was all the answer she was going to get from him. She highly doubted he would tell her anything else until he assumed the time was right. It felt quite barbaric.

        "And I suppose that means we'll be risking our lives trying to get your puzzle piece and get to Kerch safely?" Her brow rose slightly, despite the fact that she was less surprised and more excited. What wonderous adventure awaited them? Would it be like the ballets had described? Would she one day hear a symphony composed about their triumphs and failings? She was getting too ahead of herself, she knew that. But adventure was far more exciting than she had ever dreamed it could be. 

        "Yes, it does." 

        Anastasia looked at Kaz, their eyes seeming to fight for control. She wasn't entirely sure what they were fighting about. He knew what he was doing. He would be the most likely option to avoid them getting killed, but Anastasia did not want to give up her newfound freedom so easily. It was go along with his mad plan, which would likely end with the Darkling dragging her all the way back to the palace, or she would have to find some other way to Kerch. It was horrible to think that she would have to choose, horrible to think that there was even a choice.

        "Fine. We'll go with the Darkling. But I pray you have an idea on how to keep us from getting killed."

        At this, Kaz smiled. "Don't trust your Saints, Highness. Don't trust anyone."

The following morning, they were ready. She was petrified. Something was bound to go wrong. She would be sent back to her mother and her father, who would then ship her to Fjerda before she had the chance to run away again. There wasn't a chance of her ever finding her brother, of becoming someone who had lived her life to the fullest. She would just be a pretty princess trapped within a gilded cage. That was all she was good for.

        Anastasia's wind blew in the hair, blonde locks fluttering everywhere. She nearly looked as though she had been ripped from the pages of a storybook. Even if she did not know this.

        Kaz glared at the strands that nearly brushed his face. "Highness," his gravely voice was almost covered by the sounds of the crowd that had gathered and the wind. "You should hide yourself."

        "Why?" She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes the brightest they'd been in weeks. Her excitement was nearly palpable. "It isn't like he's going to see me in this crowd."

        "You stand out," Jesper pointed out, wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger. The smile he gave her would have given her butterflies, had she not seen it on the son's of lords all her life. "I doubt most people here have Fjerdian coloring."

        She turned pink as she pulled the silk scarf that Nikolai had once given her out of her pocket. She knew that she couldn't help who her mother was, but she could wish that she had inherited some recessive gene. She thought she would look nice with darker hair. Besides, then she would blend in just a bit easier with her countrymen. Nikolai and Vasily could be the ones who stood out. They were the ones people cared about, after all.

        She hid her hair away, feeling less herself than she had just moments ago. 

        "How exactly are we going to do this?" Anastasia questioned, glancing once at Kaz. 

        He appeared to be deep in thought. He was staring ahead, almost looking at nothing, but she could almost see the way his mind was working through some problem. Some issue that he had yet to solve. 

        "Mr. Brekker?" She tried again, wondering if she should shake him like she had to with Nikki and Vasily. Were most men like this? Going too far into their own heads and having to be brought out of it by a gentle touch. She knew that it was fine to do so with her brothers but she worried when it came to Kaz. It wasn't like she knew him. He might try to stab her the moment she laid a gentle hand on him.

        "Let him thing," Inej's voice was soft enough, but she could still hear the threat in the words. 

        Life in a palace had taught her the intricacies of threats and verbal manipulation. She'd been surrounded by people who had believed they knew best her entire life. What were these criminals? Just different versions of the same people she'd grown up with. Maybe she should have been more afraid. Or maybe she should have known that they would underestimate her. Just as everyone did.

        Anastasia watched Kaz carefully, watched the way his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as his eyes traveled back and forth as though they were chasing each thought inside of his head. She didn't want to admit that he was quite pretty when he was like this. All the hard edges of his face seemed to soften, his fingers tightened on his cane and she wondered briefly why. What ideas were in his head? What adventure was he crafting?

        One day, she would daydream about that face. One day, she would think about it as she fell asleep. 

        Now, however, she just wished he would hurry it up and come up with something. They were quickly running out of time. If they didn't come up with something fast enough, the skiff would leave without them. Her only chance at finding her brother would be gone. She refused to go to Fjerda without one final goodbye. For she knew the truth. Once her family shipped her off, they would forget her entirely.

        The princess stared at the criminal. Her eyes never leaving his as he thought things that no one would ever know. She didn't trust him. She didn't trust his friends or the way he looked at her. As though she didn't know anything. As though she was nothing more than a silly little girl. 

        "Quickly," Kaz broke free from his thoughts, eyes landing on Anastasia. "Inej, get her on the skiff. Jesper, cause a distraction."

        "Don't think I'll need to boss," Jesper stated as he nodded once towards the skiff.

        Alina Starkov stood side by side with the Darkling. She had antlers around her neck and appeared to be a dog on a leash. Anastasia's stomach flipped at the sight. What had General Kirigin done?

        "Even better," Kaz's eyes sparked with mischief. "Everyone, hurry. Sneak around the back and don't make a sound."

        The two criminals nodded to their boss. Inej ushered Anastasia away from the crowd, leading her around to the other side of the skiff. There were less people about, everyone having wanted to get a good look at the fools crossing. This side of the skiff mainly held supplies and few guards whose attention was on the sun summoner, not the four people heading towards them.

        "Jes," Inej murmured softly, "can you take care of them?"

        "Thought you'd never ask," Jesper's eyes twinkled as he took his pistols from his belt. 

        Anastasia thought about screaming, about warning the guards that something horrible was going to happen. But she didn't. She bit her tongue in order to stay silent. Jesper had to do it. He had to shoot them, the sounds of the crowd cheering and the Darkling's yells covered the noise almost too well. Yet, Anastasia's ears still rang. How had this happened? How had any of this happened? Was her desire to see Nikolai greater than people's lives? Was her brother truly worth the price of selling herself to Kerch's greatest criminals? Or was she just being selfish?

        She knew that she was being selfish. She knew that Nikolai would hate her for it and yet - there was nothing she could do to stop it. She needed to see him. Needed to be as free as anyone else.

        Jesper led the group onto the skiff, motioning with his hand for them to keep silent. It seemed redundant to her. He had just murdered the guards, had just acted as though his own self-interest were more important. Anastasia would say a prayer for them tonight, she would ask the saints to give them safe passage to the afterlife. She highly doubted she would ever be granted that same kindness. After all, she was unsure if she regretted the fact they were dead. They'd been standing in her way.

        "Watch yourself, Highness," Kaz's gravel voice spoke in her ear. She felt the press of something hard and metal against her back, nearly knocking her off balance as she climbed over the edge of the skiff. "Wouldn't want you to fall."

        Something told her that he wouldn't mind it much at all if she did fall to her demise. But she bit her tongue, not wanting to anger the man who was the key to finding her brother. "I can manage myself just fine, thank you."

        His eyes glinted with something. An emotion that she didn't know how to accurately describe. It wasn't humor, not like she had ever known it at least. But nor was it anything that sent warning bells ringing through her. If anything, it sent a delightful chill down her spine. But for now, she would chalk that up to the wind that was blowing. She didn't want it to be anything else. Anything else would be a distraction that she could not yet afford.

        "We'll see." Kaz did not look at her as he tossed himself over the edge of the skiff, his bad leg almost going out from under him as he did. He straightened quickly enough, almost as though he didn't want her to see. 

        Anastasia wasn't sure that she cared about a bad leg. It made him seem almost human in a way. 

        Kaz Brekker couldn't be human. The way he looked at her often made her think of demons, of monsters from fairytales that Nikolai had read her when she was younger. When he was still home. She was certain that her brother would see this man as a threat, as someone who needed to be as far from Anastasia as possible. But that did not matter now.

        "This way," Kaz hissed over his shoulder, not sparing a glance at the three who stood behind him. 

        Inej quickly flanked him, with Jesper following after Anastasia. It was almost as though they didn't quite trust her to remain on the skiff. While she may have been frightened, Anastasia knew that running would just mean giving up any hope of a future. 

        Her future was what she was chasing. Not her brother. Not the feeling of freedom that she had craved for so long. No, she wanted something more. Something better. Something bright.

        Kaz led the trio to a quiet alcove that was just big enough for the four of them to hide unnoticed. It would be a tight squeeze, but it was covered and out of the way. Likely, no one would think to check for them. He squeezed in beside Anastasia. She briefly worried that he would hear her heart rate increase. She assured herself that the only reason she felt anything was because of how tight the actual space was. She'd never been so close to a person in her life. She wasn't sure if she liked it.

        Anastasia felt as though she could not breathe. She felt as though her stomach was going to twist in on itself all while her heart imploded. She closed her eyes tightly, her hands clenched into fists that were hidden by her skirts.

        The skiff took off into the darkness of the Fold before Anastasia could gather her courage. She could hear Inej murmuring prayers and the soft click of Jesper's pistols. Kaz was the only one who was silent. She almost wanted to lean on him because of it. But she didn't.

        For the second that she had made the slightest move to, all hell broke loose.

#kaz steals an emerald #kaz x princess #kaz brekker x oc #kaz x oc #ana x kaz #kaz brekker #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone #anastasia lantsov #lantsov oc #lantsov emerald #grisha netflix #nikolai sister oc #nikolai lantsov #grishaverse fic #grishaverse fanfiction #grishaverse oc #shadow and bone fanfic #six of crows fanfic #six of crows fanfiction #six of crows

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Below the cut is a full list of all my work :) (updated 10-10-23)

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SCREAM 1996

Final Girl 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

To be continued.

Final Girl fic-verse:

First Impressions 

Sick Day

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Final Girl fic-verse blurbs:

Drunk Y/N 

Stu saying the L word

Billy saying the L word

Little Rituals  

Time of Need

Talking about Y/N

Stu’s thoughts about Y/N and POV

Gingerbread

Billy Loomis x S/O with Panic attacks 

Stu waiting for Y/N and Casual Intimacy

 Billy and Stu with S/O who cries a lot 

Billy and Stu Scaring Guys Away

People noticing their friendship 

Driving with Stu 

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SCREAM VI 

Ethan Landry 

One of Them

Ask about Ethan 

Noticing they like Y/N

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LAST OF US 

Joel Miller

First Rule

What Follows

Y/N gets hit on - Protective Joel 

Purpose 

Pulling Away

Pulling Away similar story

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STAR WARS 

Anakin 

More Than This 

Promise

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY 

Tate Langdon 

Modern day fic

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DC TITANS 

Jason Todd

Resurgence 

Slow Nights

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ELVIS THE MOVIE

Business Practical

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

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STRANGER THINGS 

Steve Harrington

Movie Club

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Times Have Changed

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DAREDEVIL

48 Hours

Chapter 1

A Red Widow

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SPIDER-MAN 

This Time it’s Different 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

TASM Peter 

Domestic Assertiveness 

Hobbie Brown 

Ask about Hobbie

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YOU

Bloodroot in the Suburbs 

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Babysitter 

Chapter 2: Kill Habits, Not people 

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SIX OF CROWS SERIES:

Searing Starlight

Searing Starlight Chapter 1

Searing Starlight Chapter 2

Searing Starlight Chapter 3

To be continued.

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Kaz Brekker:

Blurb series: The Promise of Rain (i define a blurb series' as a series with shorter chapters where each chapter correlates but can technically be read as a stand alone)

The Promise of Rain (blurb 1).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 2).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 3)

To be continued.

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Falling Angels:

Falling Angels Chapter 1

Falling Angels Chapter 2

To be continued.

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Anastasia (Prologue) 

Bookworm reader 

A Knife in the Back

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SHADOW AND BONE:

The Darkling:

Solace (part 1)

Solace (part 2).

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To Be Alone (smut).

Solutions

All the Good Dreams (might be getting a part 2)

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The Needs of Pain (part 1)_

The Needs of Pain (part 2, smut).

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Corridor Moments

darkling x shy! reader HC

Comforting the darkling HC

Playing Vices

Darkling x anxious! Reader

Kirigan x Soft Girls/Similar personality 

Crossing Lines 

Darkling x Pregnant! Reader 

Possessive/Breeding 

Nikolai Lantsov:

Tranquility.

Handmaid reader x nikolai. childhood best friends to 

lovers fic

Enemies to lovers Nikolai HC (i'm thinking of making a series based on this

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SHADOW AND BONE X SIX OF CROWS:

The Problem With Light Chapter One

To be continued.

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RED QUEEN:

Maven Calore:

Dying Starlight

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EST|20+|She/Her

Hello! My name is Bonnibel, I'm looking for an array of things right now. However, before delving into anything roleplay based I want to talk about the kind of people I'm looking for! I'm looking for LONG-TERM roleplayers, possibly open for multi-musing and having different roleplays. I'm looking only for 20+ roleplayers who are comfortable with NSFW subjects! Preferably writing Semi-lit to Adv-Lit

I'm looking for people who are happy to make moodboards, spotify playlist, headcanons, and worldbuild with me; this can be a make or break for me! I'm partial to writing female characters, I love to double; when it comes to doubling or oc x oc I am more than happy to play male characters! And finally I am NOT comfortable with MxM but can attempt FxF though I might not be perfect with it as I mostly just do FxM!

Getting into what I'm into I'll write the following fandoms I'm looking for and what characters I'm looking to have against my oc! Bolded characters are my preferred, and bolded fandoms is what I'm looking for the most

(P.S. I'm VERY picky with cc x cc, but certain fandoms I'm more than happy to just ask)

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Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid or Aaron Hotchner

I can write: Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Matthew Simmons

Peaky Blinders: Michael Gray

I can write: Thomas Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Ada Shelby, May Carleton

Alice in Borderlands: Shuntaro Chishiya

I can write: Ryohei Arisu, Suguru Niragi, Kuina, Daikichi Karube, Ann, Takeru "Hatter" Danma, 

Harry Potter: The Weasley Twins

I can write: Just ask LMAO, again the list is much too long

RWBY OG SERIES: Qrow Branwen or Lie Ren

I can write: Anyone just ask!

Supernatural: Sam Winchester 

I can write: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Castiel, Cain

Shadow and Bone: Matthias Helvar or Nikolai Lantsov

I can write: Alina Starkov, Kaz Brekker, General Kirigan, Genya Safin, Inej Ghafa, Tolya Yul-bataar

Star Wars: Grand Admiral Thrawn, Din Djarin, or Kylo Ren

I can write: Just ask, the list is too long HELP

Hunger Games: Peeta Mellark

I can write: Katniss Everdeen, Finnick Odair, Haymitch Abernathy, Gale Hawthorne

Texas Chainsaw Massacre THE GAME: Leland McKinney

I can play: Johnny Slaughter, Ana Flores, Connie Taylor, Julie Crawford

APEX LEGENDS: Octavio Silva

I can play: Just ask, I most likely can play them

Overwatch: Ramattra, Genji, Reinhardt

I can play: Just ask, I most likely can play them

It takes two: This is a very specific ask that I just want to roleplay as them during the game and post game!

The Last of Us: Joel Miller

I can play: Again whoever you want and also okay with oc x oc

X-men Evolution: Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner

I can play: Just ask! I can play most of them

Wizardess Heart: Klaus Goldstein or Randy March

I can write: Just ask! I can write everyone including side characters

Horror Franchise: Harry Warden

I can write: Just ask, the list is too long

I think that covers most of my fandoms, if you have something you're looking for please ask I could've missed something

Non-fandom Universes I'm interested in are the following; The things bolded I already have worlds built around them and can share!

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Alice in Wonderland

Cyberpunk

Fantasy

Anything Dystopian-Esque

Sci-Fi

Modern Day

Modern Day mixed with Fantasy

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I write exclusively on discord! Interact here or add me on discord at Bonnibandit

#Roleplay #star wars roleplay #alice in borderland roleplay #20+ roleplay #discord roleplay

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Finn Easton (Epilepsy)

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Anlamsızlığa Övgü

Pek değerli dostum "Ortaçağ'ın en karanlık günlerinde bir derebeyin şatosunda timsahlı hendekte nöbet tutmak yerine veya uçsuz bucaksız tarlalarda serflik yapacağına ilimle irfanla matematikle uğraşan, dönemin Fransası'nda tahta kulübesinde kaz tüyü kalemle mum ışığında ders çalışan Fermat'ın yanına varıp 'Sen de Ortaçağ'dan sıkılmadın mı Piyer, sanki koca dünyada hiçbir şey olmuyormuşçasına geçen yüzlerce yıldan, bitmek bilmeyen kılıçlı kalkanlı gürzlü meydan savaşlarından, güvercinle haberleşmelerden, koskoca imparatorluklar kağıttan kuleler misali yıkılırken sıradan insanların bunu ancak vergi toplayan tiplerin değişimden fark etmelerinden, ha sıkılmadın mı bunlardan?' diye soran, Fermat'ın 'Yoo mis gibi çağ işte abi, nüfus az, doğamız temiz, kapağı bir şatoya attın mı ömür boyu derebeyin ekmeğini yersin, tamam cadı falan yakılıyor, biraz yavaş ilerliyor herşey, bilgi yavaş yayılıyor falan ama o da çok dert değil. Mesela Osmanlılar İstanbul'u almışlar 200 yıl olmuş, ben geçen çarşamba öğrendim. Pazar günü de KPSS'ye giricem kesin güncel bilgi diye sorarlar bunu. Ayrıca feodalizm desen insanlığın vardığı son nokta, daha iyi bir sistem gelmez bence, kapitalizm mapitalizm diye birşey sayıklıyorlar bizim kahvede çocuklar ama tutmaz bence, neymiş artık feodal beyin emrinde değil, fabrika denen yerlerde kapitalist beyin emrinde çalışacakmışız, kılıç kuşanıp kalkan giyen akşama kadar at sırtından inmeyen adamlar tulum giyip manüfaktürlere doluşacak akşama kadar da somun sıkacakmış, yav hiç olur mu öyle şey allasen?' demesi üzerine 'Maalesef kahvedeki söylentiler gerçek Piyer, bu kadarla da kalmayacak, kapitalizm g.tünüzdeki dona kadar alacak. Pelerinin yerini kravat, şatoların yerini plazalar, bütün tavuğu elle yerken kahkahalar eşliğinde hancıdan biraz daha şarap ve "kadın" istediğin hanların yerini Starbuckslar, Kahve Dünyaları, Çiğ Köfteciler, dönerciler alacak, derebeyin prangalarının yerini ticaret özgürlüğü denen yeni kölelik düzeni alacak, bu arada ne çalışıyorsun sen, önüne elma portakal dilimlemişsin öyle' diyerek Fermat'ı gelecekten haberdar ederken bir yandan da muhabbeti hızla o ana odaklayan, Fermat'ın 'Yarın kesirlerden sınavım var ona çalışıyorum, hoca test yapacak, ilk dönem bıraktı allahsız, sabah da erken kalkıp çalışıcam ,yarın inek bir kız var onun çaprazına oturucam, ordan da gelsin kopyalar' demesi üzerine 'Oğlum sen Piyer de Fermat değil misin, hani şu meşhur matematikçi, gelecek nesillere kanıtlaması yüzyıllar süren boru gibi teoremler bırakan' diye şaşıran, Fermat 'Evet de Fransa'da köylerde her iki kişiden biri Piyer'dir zaten, sizde köyün yarısının Ahmet yarısının Mehmet olması misali, hem senin dediğin amcamın oğlu olur, o da daha bu sene Fen lisesine yazıldı!' deyince 'Lan oğlum siz aşiret misiniz böyle tüm Fransa'yı sarmışsınız. Neyse seni ben çalıştırıcam.' deyip Piyer'i kesirler çalıştıran akabinde Piyer'in defterinin kenarına "n>2 ve n€N olmak üzere x^n + y^n = z^n eşitliğini sağlayan hiçbir x,y,z pozitif tamsayısı yoktur. Haa bunun kanıtını biliyorum ama şimdi Piyeri kesirler çalıştırıyorum, yoksa yazacak yerim bol" diye not düşen,o meşhur teoremi Fen Liseli Piyer'e değil de endüstri Meslek Liseli, verilenle yetinen, kanaatkar, muhafazakar ortaçağperver Piyer'e mal eden, aynı nehirde iki kere yıkanarak Herakleitos'u göt etmiş, bilmediği şeylerden oluşan kümenin boş küme olduğu kişi" Volkan.

Lenin'in "Parlamento burjuvazinin ahırıdır" demesi üzerine tüm dünya ülkelerinde halkın meclislerin önüne balya balya samanlar, torba torba büyükbaş hayvan yemleri, kilo kilo küspe yığdığı, hatta yenen kavun  karpuzların kabuklarının, mısır, elma, armut  koçanlarının leğenlere doğranıp meclis başkanlıklarına teslim edildiği, ejder meyveli smoothy yemekten mideleri yanan gastritleri azan mebusların, halkın kendilerine bahşettiği besinleri yiyerek şifa bulduğu, tarım ve hayvancılığın demokratik idarelerin işleyişine tarihte hiç olmadığı kadar yön verdiği, fosfatlı gübre tadında yıllardı.

Birinci Dünya Savaşı'nın hemen öncesinde Avusturya-Macaristan İmparatorluğunun hatta tüm dünyanın sanatsal kabesi Viyana'ya gelmiştim. Amacım, etamin kumaşa işlediğim çiçek böcek motiflerini Avusturyalılar'a tanıtmak, etamin işçiliği sanatını Avrupa'ya sevdirmek, bir kaç parça şey satarak da yolumu bulmaktı. Bunun için de önce büyük sanatçıların getir götürünü yaparak geçimimi sağlamam gerekiyordu. Viyana Post gazestesi iş ilanları sayfasında müzikten anlamayan müzisyen yardımcısı ilanını gördüm. Bu garip ilan ilgimi çekti ve hemen ilandaki adrese gitmeye karar verdim. Gazetedeki adrese geldiğimde kapısında "Arnold Franz Walter Schönberg Müzik Evi - Melodi Bu Kapıdan Giremez" yazan taş bir ev beni karşıladı. Bir müzik evinin bu iddiada olması hayli garibime gitti. İçeri girdiğimde karanlık bir odanın taa dip köşesinde koskoca bir kuyruklu piyanoyu tıngırdatan bir adam gördüm. Arkası bana dönüktü. Çaldığı şeye kulak kabarttım, artarda rastgele çalınan nota yığınları gibi geldi kulağıma, çalmayı bilmiyor herhalde diye düşündüm. Bir anda "İşte gerçek müzik bu!" dedi arkası dönük kambur ve karanlık silüet. "Af edersiniz ama çaldıklarınıza bir anlam veremedim" dedim. Ağır ağır ayağa kalktı. "Anlam!" dedi bir şiirin ilk cümlesine tumturaklı bir giriş yapan ilkokul öğrencisi edasıyla. "İşte insanlığın sırtındaki büyük yük! Ne büyük bir cenderedir o, ne büyük bir mengene. Bir idamlığın boynundaki yağlı ip belki de. Onu aşınca açılacak önümüze özgürlüğün iki kanatlı kapıları zubuff diye. Müzikte de melodi veya tondur ayaklardaki pranga. Kırıp attım onları. Bak dinle dedi". Ve bir şey çalmaya başladı, şey diyorum çünkü çaldığı tam olarak bir ŞEYdi. Armonisiz,ezgisiz, melodisiz bir şey. Yaklaşık 15 dakika onu dinledim. "Nasıl?" dedi bitirince. Hiçbir şey anlamamıştım. "Pierrot Lunaire koydum bunun adını" dedi kedisine isim veren bir hayvansever gibi. "Neden düşmansınız melodiye, armoniye veya genel olarak anlama?" diye sordum. Biraz düşündü kafasını kaşıdı, sonra odanın duvarlarındaki resimleri göstererek "Bak resim sanatı da bu yolda ilerliyor, en anlamsız resimler portreler elma armut kabak resimleri veya düz doğa resimleridir. Herşey nettir çünkü onlarda. Bu saçmalık değil mi, söylesene! diye yükseldi sanki tüm bunların sorumlusu benmişim gibi. "Bi-bi bimiyorum" diye kekeledim, "ben sadece ilanınız için gelmiştim, müzikten de pek anlamam. Öne doğru bir iki adım attı, odanın karanlığı ile aydınlığın buluştuğu çizgide durdu, o anda kel kafası hafifçe parıldadı. "Ben de öyle istedim zaten, müzikten anlamasın derken geleneksel ton sistemi zırvalıkları ile hemhal olmasın istedim. Boş bir defter gibi olmalı aradığım kişi. Onu ben yazmalıyım. Sana 12’li nota sistemini öğreteceğim. Bıktım artık şu merdiven şarkılardan, ilk iki notasından 100. notasının ne olacağı kabak gibi belli parçalardan, beni şaşırtmayan şeye ben sana demem, öyle sanata ben tükürürüm" demesiyle İ. Melih Gökçek'e selam çakması bir oldu. Bende şafak atmaya başlamıştı. "İyi de sanatta anlamsızlığı bu kadar övüyorsunuz da yarın öbür gün sanat galerileri boş A4 kağıdını veya kullanılmış prezavatifi çerçeveleyip sanat diye bizlere çaktıklarında bunların önünde 2 saat hmm hmm diye düşünüyormuş gibi mi yapalım yoksa yekten siktiri çekelim mi hocam?" diye allah ne verdiyse sordum. Uzun süre düşündü, piyanosunun tuşları ile oynadı, çekmeceden bir yoyo çıkarıp aşağı yukarı bir iki saldı çekti. "İlkokulu nerede okudun?" diye sordu ansızın. "Muğla/ Ula Atatürk İlkokulu B şubesi" dedim koftiden bir gururla. "Ne çaldırdılar size müzik derslerinde peki?". Eyvah dedim kendi kendime, beni fena sıkıştırdı. "Flüt çaldık" dedim mahçup. Yüzü aydınlandı "Helvacıoğlu marka mı?" dedi heyacanla. "Evet" dedim "Helvacıoğlu, hatta maviydi rendi, ama kaybettim sonra."dedim hüzünle. Gözlerinde iri iri yaşlar birikmeye başladı. Odanın uzak köşesinde duran masanın en alt çekmecesini açtı, içinden mavi bir flüt çıkardı, yanıma gelip bana uzattı, tek deliği olan tarafını çevirdim, selo bantla bantlanmış kağıdın üstünde adımı görünce gözlerime inanamadım. Bu imkansız! Benim flütümdü bu. Birbirimize sarılıp ağlamaya başladık. "Bakma böyle sanatsal nobranlıklarıma, böbürlenmelerime, anlamsallığa melodiye bindirmelerime" dedi burnunu çekerken "Flüt candır, mandolin de öyle, ha bu arada işe alındın" dedi sırtımı sıvazlarken. O günden sonra o flütü nereden nasıl bulduğunu asla soramadım Shönberg'e, o da bana hergün mırıldandığım Ebru Gündeş şarkısının adını sormadı. İyi ki de sormadı paşam. Üstada bu güzide eserin adı Demir Attım Yalnızlığa diyemezdim ağzım dilim lal olurdu. (FİN)

[dreamland-arcade]

A- Adventure Is Out There (AJR), All Of You (Encanto), Are You Satistfied? (Marina), Arms Tonite (Mother Mother), Antonymph (Vylet Pony)

B- Believe in Myself (Kaz Silver), Best Friend! (Toybox!), Born2Run (Penelope Scott), Burning Pile (Mother Mother)

C- Cascade (Homestuck), Catch Me If You Can (Runblebee), Class of 2013 (Mitski), Come Hang Out (AJR), Crossing the Line (Mandy Moore), Could Have Been Me (The Struts)

D- Days Gone By (MLP:FIM), Do You Remem8er Me? (Homestuck), Disobedient (Katie Micucci), Darling Kanaya (Homestuck)

E- ECHO (Gumi), Electric Angel (Kagamine Rin and Len), Escapism (Steven Universe), Everything Stays (Olivia Olson)

F- Finale (AJR), Fallen Down Reprise (Toby Fox), Feel Better (Penelope Scott), Fit Right In (MLP A New Generation), Flawless (MLP:FIM), Fool (Cavetown), Francis Forever (Mitski), Friends (Hyper Potions)

G- Ghost Boys (Cavetown), Ghosting (Mother Mother), Green (Cavetown),

H- HACHI MATORYOSHKA (HACHI), Hate You (Homestuck), Here Comes A Thought (Steven Universe), Hermit the Frog (Marina), Heroes (Brian the Sun), Hopes and Dreams (Toby Fox), Hope Shines Eternal (MLP:EG), Hurt (Oliver Tree)

I- I Got No Time (The Living Tombstone), I Can't Fix You (The Living Tombstone), I Bet On Losing Dogs (Mitski), I Love You So (The Walters), It Doesn't Matter (Tony Harnell and Crush 40), It's Alright (Mother Mother)

J- Juliet (Cavetown) ((Why is this my only J song)

K- Karma (AJR) ((Again, only K song))

L- Lava Reef (Tee Lopes), Lemon Boy (Cavetown), Let it Rain (MLP:EG), Let Me Make You Proud (Jeremy Jordan), Life Itself (Glass Animals), Long Hope Philia (Masaki Suda), Lost Girl (Toby Fox), Lowlife (Poppy), Lullaby for a Princess (PonyPhonic), Little Lion Man (Mumford and the Sons)

M- Me and My Husband (Mitski), Monster (Olivia Olson), Moonsetter (Homestuck), Movin' Right Along (Alkaline Trio), My R (KurageP) My Die Young (Penny Parker), Maya Fey theme

N- No Big Deal (Amphibia), Nothing Left to Lose (Jeremy Jordan)

O- Ordinaryish People (AJR, Blue Man Group), ODD FUTURE (The better one not sorry UVERworld the original long song SUCKED), Oh Ana (Mother Mother), Oh No! (Marina), On My Own (MLP:FIM), Orgy for One (Ninja Sex Party)

P- Paradise (Coldplay), Peace Sign (Kenshi Yonezu), Pigeon (Cavetown), Pinkie's Bard (Jenny Nicholson), Pinkie's Present (MLP:FIM), Poison (Cavetown), Pork Soda (Glass Animals), Put Your Money On Me (The Struts)

Q- No Q's to be had

R- Raise This Barn (MLP:FIM), Ryu vs. Ken (Starbomb), Rät (Penelope Scott), Davesprite (Homestuck), Ready As I'll Ever Be (Jeremy Jordan), Record Player (AJR x Daisy the Great), Requiem (Homestuck), Right There in Front of Me (MLP:EG), Rolling Girl (wowaka), Rules of Rarity (MLP:FIM)

S- Samurai Abstinence Patrol (Ninja Sex Party), Say Goodbye to the Holiday (MLP:FIM), Season 2 Episode 3 (Glass Animals), Shout Baby (Ryokuoushaku Shakai), Sleep Awake (Mother Mother), Slow Dance With You (Olivia Olson), Sober Up (AJR) Sonic Boom Ending Ver. (Patische), Spider8reath (Homestuck), Star Marker (KANA-BOON), Strawberry Blonde (Mitski), Sugar Song and Bitter Step (Unison Square Garden), Surface Pressure (Encanto), Sweet Hibiscus Tea (Penelope Scott), Sweet Tooth (Cavetown), Take a Slice (Glass Animals), Starlight Brigade (Ninja Sex Party)

T- The Ghost and Molly McGee Theme (Yeah, it's good), talk to me (Cavetown), The Hero of Rhyme (Starbomb), This Comes from Inside (The Living Tombstone), The Light of Your Cutiemark (MLP:FIM), The Magic of Friendship Grows (MLP:FIM), The Nights (Avicii), The Other Side of Paradise (Glass Animals), The Seeds of the Past (MLP:FIM), THE WORLD REVOLVING (Toby Fox), Time Adventure (Adventure Time), Time to be Awesome (MLP:FIM), Time Trials (Hyper Potions), Two Birds on a Wire (Regina Spektor)

U- Un-gravitify (Runblebee, Crush 40), Undertale (Toby Fox), UPDATE (miwa)

V- Verbatim (Mother Mother)

W- Waiting For Love (Avicii), Waiting on a Miracle (Encanto), Waiting in the Wings (Eden Espinosa), Washing Machine Heart (Mitski), We'll Make Our Mark (MLP:FIM), Weak (AJR), What's the Use of Feeling Blue? (Steven Universe), When I Grow Up (Matilda the Musical), Woke Up (Olivia Olson), Wow I'm Not Crazy (AJR), Welcome to the Show (MLP:EG), What More Is Out There? (Duet) ((MLP:EG))

X- F's in the chat for X songs

Y- You'll Play Your Part (MLP:FIM), Your Heart is in Two Places (MLP:FIM), Your Reality (Doki Doki Literature Club), Youth (Glass Animals)

Z- ZZZ no song here And that's all my songs! I probably forgot some, because I do not remember every song I listen to and especially if I don't download them to my playlist. Also, go and listen to AJR the music is SO good and I will die on that hill ok bye.

#dreamcade karina

[thethreemages]

Can we get the evil duo Kaz/Ana?

Ooh my, the evil highschool sweethearts lol this'll be interesting-

Is the most affectionate: They were both rather affectionate in their own ways (Kaz being more flirty/sly about it whilst Ana was more snuggly and such)

Their most common argument: Ana being a pretty big nag to make everything "just" right, and Kaz not taking much seriously at the time (even within a relationship)

Nicknames for each other: "Honeybell", "Babygirl", "Kazzie", "Princess", "Darling", "Dollface", really any variant of those

Who initiates kisses: Depending on the others' mood, they both would~

Who kisses the hardest: Again, it mostly depends (-buuut, there's no denying what dat tongue do on Kaz's end ljkjk)

Who said I love you first: Since Kaz kinda lowkey had some commitment issues at the time, Ana would've most likely blurted it out first to try and "move along" their relationship (how well that went is up to your imagination)

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times: Kaz is the ultimate sneak with that shit... need I say more ;p

Who’s the better cook: Ana knew how to bake some treats here and there, whilst Kaz honestly hasn't had that much cooking experience since it was all done for him by his family's personal chef (but he did have fun barbecuing a few times at his dad's place)

Who wakes up to calm the baby: One time when they were both assigned to raising a dragon egg for a week (think of it like the flour sack/egg baby projects in irl schools), Ana was a pretty clingy/doting one when it came to tending to their "baby". Kaz was admittedly a bit standoffish to the idea at first... buuut there were a few instances where he got caught nuzzling and napping with the egg (think of it like his half- Naga instinct kicking in ;p)

Their favorite non-sexual activity: They used to really like sneaking out to nightclubs to dance together, away from the stresses and annoyances of the school scene where they could just be themselves to the beat of the music

1 sad headcanon about this couple: When Kaz's sister Tawnie caught word of her brother going out with her best friend Ana... at first she didn't exactly take it too well with how "secretive" they were about it at first. It became more of a rollercoaster with Tawnie continuing to pout about it, then grew accepting as she saw them having so much fun together, but once they broke up Tawnie felt so conflicted about "taking sides" between her own twin and bestie for awhile... 😔

1 sugary-sweet headcanon about this couple: One of the things that brought Ana to initially crushing on Kaz was a time when she helped bandage him up at the Nurse's Office (a result of a brawl between him and Kain), and upon removing his shades she was so in awe at how beautiful his eyes truly were (despite most others finding them "scary"). They still make her blush to this day thinking about them (even as she insists she's "sooo" over him).

#the three mages #ttm shippy asks #kaz's crew #kalybir shelrovet #kaz shelrovet #ana white #(*ahhh the messy healer binch and the poison jerkwad*) #(*quite a pair they once were back in the day lol*) #kaz x ana

[mizelophsun11]

Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 10

Pairing - It is building up to General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner and when it changes to Kaz Brekker x OC Sun Summoner I will make sure it is mentioned

Summary - Anna is faced with a lot in just one day, she meets two faces while faces something from her past. While she has been able to find a nice get away in literature, Anna cannot hide from the world forever and must face reality.

Word count - 2789

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The next morning Anna went to combat training, on her way back to her room she spotted the library. As she roamed the rows of books Anna came across one that she recognized.

Anna smiled and pulled the book out “The Bone Road Ebbs and the Bone Road Flows, I remember you..” she opened the book to the first page, not realizing she wasn’t alone

The Apparat approached her from behind “educated?” he asked

Anna jumped and dropped the book “sorry, I didn’t hear you come in..”

He nodded, then picked up the book and gave it to Anna “it is alright, I should have announced myself, but you didn’t answer my question, for a book like this there must be some level of education involved, so are you?”

She nodded “when I was growing up in the orphanage the head mistress, Ana Kuya, always seemed to be after me. She said no one would want me because of the way I looked, my hair. So she made me read every book that was in the library at the orphanage. However, reading became an escape for me”

The Apparat paused for a moment, watching Anna admire the book in her hand “I would like to be friends, I am the Kings spiritual advisor, we will be seeing each other a lot, it would be good for us to be friends”

“Alright, I guess” Anna was feeling weirded out and was about to leave, she put the book away and went to leave, but was stopped when The Apparat began to speak

“You're curious about the lore of the Stag, correct?” The Appart asked

“Yeah, I guess I’m just trying to learn more about this whole grisha life” Anna was really trying to consume as much knowledge as she could

The Apparat walked over to one of the shelves and pulled out a book, he brought it over to the table and began to flip through the pages until he found the one. On this page Anna saw four animals, one being the Stag, with a man in the middle.

“One of the first Grisha in recorded history, the Bonesmith. He knew that Grisha would be hunted so he worked on a plan to magnify their power” The Apparat looked over the page

Anna looked at him confused “why was he called a Bonesmith?”

“He made creatures from his own finger bones..” The Apparat went to continue but Anna cut him off

“What the.. There wasn’t some other way to help save Grisha? Instead of using his body parts..” Anna couldn’t imagine what the process must have been like

“No there wasn’t, as I was saying with his bones he created mythical animals attuned to only Grisha. They learned that killing one of these beasts and then melding a piece into their bodies would amplify their abilities. There have been reports of the amplifier only working a minor miracle, but with the right binding, the increase of power could be astonishing” he smiled and closed the book

“So, to amplify a Grisha's power.. They would have to kill a magnificent animal? I know it’s suppose to help, but it feels wrong to kill something to just get some power” Anna did not like the idea, she remembered when she and General Kirigan were riding to the Little Palace and mentioned an amplifier, she wondered if he already knew about her dreams of the stag at this point

“Sometimes sacrifices must be made in order to protect the greater good” The Apparat went and grabbed a book then handed it to her

Anna looked at it “The Lives of Saints? Are you giving this to me? Why?”

“It’s a gift, we are to be friends after all like we talked about, this seemed like a nice gift to mark the beginning” he made his way towards the entrance of the library then turned around when Anna wasn’t following him “come, Baghra awaits”

Anna looked at him confused, “Wait, who is Baghra?”

The Apparat and Anna walked through the courtyard with a few Oprichniki following behind them. Anna was still not used to having this much attention on her and while she did appreciate the protection, it still felt unnatural. They approached Bagrahs little home, the Apparat stopped Anna before she went in.

“Do not worry, every Grisha trains with Baghra to harness their power and while it can be quite brutal it can be very rewarding in the end. Most of the peasants hate Grisha, but I believe it is because the Grisha don’t suffer. However, you have suffered, haven’t you? It is only the beginning…” The Apparat walked off

Anna watched him leave and thought about what he had said, it was unsettling for sure, she was definitely reconsidering this friendship. She went into Baghras place, Anna walked down the steps and looked around. To her this felt like more of a dark cave, her eyes landing on the women sitting in a chair. Anna set her book down near the bottom of the stairs and walked over to her, Baghra got up and approached her.

“Well um.. Hello” Anna said

Baghra looked her up and down “you should have been here yesterday”

Anna sighed “sorry, I only found out that you existed a few minutes ago on my walk here”

“Hmm, let’s take a look at you shall we?” Baghra began to circle Anna “a Sun Summoner who wastes her time training with Botkin, do you think you will punch your way through the Shadow Fold?”

“No of course not, but it’s better to know how to defend oneself in case of something happening” Anna knew that if she was ever ambushed she would not want to be the weak link

“Where’s the rest of you?” she asked ignoring Annas combat training comeback

“I don’t know, but I mean where is the rest of you? You’re short” Anna laughed a little

Baghra ignored what Anna had said “where are your parent’s?”

She stopped laughing “I don’t know, probably somewhere in Ketterdam dead in a ditch or at the bottom of an ocean” Anna never knew her parents so all she could do was guess, at this point she assumed they were dead

“Where did you grow up?” Baghra asked, continuing with her questions

“Depends, I was on the streets of Ketterdam until I was 10 then crossed the Fold to go through the rest of my childhood in Keramzin at an orphanage ” Anna felt like she was all over the place, so many places she lived

“Then where do you belong?” Baghra was trying to just get all of the information she needed before truly beginning Anna’s training

“You think I know the answer to that question? I have been everywhere and never stuck, Ketterdam didn’t work, then the orphanage wanted me out when I was old enough, I was once a map maker until I suddenly became the Sun Summoner. I just don’t know..” Anna felt like a mess, yes she had been trying hard to believe that she now belonged at the Little Palace, but it was all just so much. She had been tossed from place to place without really being able to stick, she missed the simpler times, when she wasn’t Grisha. Anna thought about if she had never been discovered, what she would be doing right now, probably dead.

“Well, if you don’t know where you belong, do you know what you are?” Baghra could see that this girl was lost and desperately needed her guidance

“I mean, I am a Sun Summoner” Anna said, she wondered what the purpose of these questions were, shouldn’t she be training to summon or something?

“Oh really? Then can you summon the sun without holding onto General Kirigan? Did you know that he is a human amplifier?” she asked

Anna was surprised by that, she was still learning “I did not know that..”

“Now, can you summon the sun on your own?” Baghra was now getting to the real questions that had the answered that mattered

“No.. just the one time when we were in the Fold, but other than that, I haven’t been able to..” Anna realized that she didn’t have any real control over her powers

“People are looking to you to be the answer for all of their problems, you also need to believe that, take some time and come back tomorrow, we will continue then” Baghra said, there was so much pressure for Anna and maybe she should have been harsher, however Baghra did not believe that harsh words would accomplish their goals

Anna nodded, grabbed her book then headed back to her room and looked over at her desk. A few pieces of paper and a pen were there, she had forgotten about her promise to write to Alina and Mal, Anna went over to the desk and began to write a letter.

Dear Mal,

You would be so proud of me, I was able to hold my own in a fight yesterday, it felt amazing. I am so sorry I did not keep up with writing, things have been really crazy with all of the changes. I wish that you were here with me, it would make all of this easier to deal with, to have my friends with me. I will make sure to talk to someone so then I can get you and Alina here to the Little Palace. I hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely Anna Mizeloph

Anna finished writing her letter to Mal, she grabbed an envelope then folded the letter and put it in. She sealed it closed and set it to the side, Anna grabbed another piece of paper and began to write another letter for Alina. She did not know if her friends were together on the same journey so to make sure that they got a letter she wrote two different ones.

Dear Alina,

I miss you so much. I made two friends here and they always seem to cling onto me, I wish you were here. Sometimes I feel like everyone just wants to be close to me because I am the Sun Summoner, but I know you are not like that. Maybe they aren’t with me because of who I am, but it’s something that runs through my mind. You are the one who always stood by me no matter who I was, I want to try and get you and Mal here sooner rather than later. I hope you write back to me, it would be great to hear from you soon.

Sincerely Anna Mizeloph

Anna did the same thing with Alinas letter that she did with Mal’s, once it was sealed shut she set the letters off to the side. She would remember to tell Genya to send the letters, while Anna was slightly hurt that she had not gotten any letters she could not really complain. It was something Anna should have also been on top of as well, to keep in touch with her friends. Anna went to her bed and pulled her sketchbook out from under her pillow. She looked at the drawings of the Stag then moved to the drawing of a younger Kaz she remembered. Anna pulled out a pencil and began to work on the details of the one drawing, after a few hours of drawing she noticed it was late. She put her sketchbook back in its hidden spot under the pillow and made her way to dinner.

Nadia waved over to Anna, she walked over and sat between her and Maria “how was your time with Baghra?”

Anna thought for a moment “it was.. Good, a lot of questions though and not a lot of summoning, but it was just the first day”

They continued to chat when a few servants brought over a nice looking plate of food “oh! It’s to celebrate your victory with the King” Nadia said

“Victory? You mean the demonstration?” Anna asked, Nadia nodded

“Oooh, you even have the otkazat’sya taster, they are normally reserved for the royal family” Maria said and a few others watched the royal taster eat Annas food

“Delicious, you will be happy with the meal I am sure, I just have to, um, survive” the tasters smile faltered but continued to taste “I believe it is safe”

Anna leaned forward a little so then she could whisper “this is not some type of punishment for you, is it? Because maybe I could talk to someone for you…”

“Oh no, this is an amazing job, I was so happy when the other taster died…” the taster realised what he said and stopped eating “it should be good” he left the table

Anna watched him leave “thanks..”

“Don’t get use to it” Maria said

“General Kirigan makes sure that we have peasant food to keep us humble” Nadia continued from Marias comment

Ivan stood up and everyone became quiet, he pulled out a large parchment “News from the Fjerdan front, in the First Army, many casualties in the 18th, 27th and 36th battalions” Anna’s interested peaked at the mention of the 36th battalion but decided to stay quiet for now and could ask later “among those dead, six Healers, four Inferni and Three Heartrenders. The Fjerdan’s will be no match against a unified Ravka” his attention then turned to Anna “why are you eating figs? When you should be training every waking moment to tear down the Fold”

Something inside of Anna snapped at what Ivan said and she stood up “don’t blame me, you think I ran from that test? I was locked into a dark room when testers came. You might be taking your anger out at me, but you have no right to! You have no idea what kind of hell I was given on those days!”

In her mind she went back to those days, darker than she let on

-

Anna had her back to the door while she was talking with Mal and Alina, it was the first day Grisha testers were coming when Anna was there. Suddenly Ana Kuya walked in, Mal and Alina ran while little 10 year old Anna was grabbed by her hair and dragged up to a room a few stories up. She tried to fight back, but with the tight grip that Ana Kuya had on her hair only made the pain worse. Ana Kuya took out a skeleton key and used it to open a door to a dark room with only one window that was high up enough for Anna to have light, but not see out of.

“Please stop! You are hurting me!!” Anna struggled and then felt the release of her hair, which was then replaced by the sharp sting of her cheek, she had been slapped

“Be quiet you stupid child, you are to stay in here every time Grisha testers come, do you understand? Or the punishment will be much worse than a single slap”

Anna felt tears running down her cheek “I don’t understand” she felt another stinging slap fall upon her other cheek

“You are not to make a sound, girl, understand?” Ana Kuya said harshly

Anna nodded, then sat down on the ground, the room she was in was empty and so the only place she could be was the ground. Ana Kuya left the room and locked the door behind her, after that every time Grisha testers came Anna became scared. She never understood where Ana Kuyas rage came from when the Grisha testers came and it was directed only to Anna. After that day Anna would basically run to the room she had been locked in the first time to make sure Ana Kuya did not become angry. She always thought Ana Kuya was a kind caretaker, for the most part, but that day changed her opinion forever.

-

To everyone else in the room it was only a second, but that memory for Anna felt like years. She slowly put her hand up to her cheek remembering the pain of being slapped, but she felt something wet, it was tears. This was the first time she had cried since she got to the Little Palace. Anna took off to her room, she ignored the calls of Marie and Nadia, she just kept running until she got to her room and slammed the door shut and completely broke down. She went to her bed and sobbed into her pillow, Anna pulled her sketchbook out and went to the page of young Kaz. Anna held the sketchbook close as she cried herself to sleep, it was all just too much for her.

-

Author Note - Thank you so much everyone for being patient with me while I got this chapter together! I was struggling to write this week but I wanted to fulfill my promise in getting this chapter to you all. I am looking forward to hearing what everyone has to say, reading everyones comments is always so much fun! I don't know if updating chapters will be this long for the rest of this story, but I will try to update a bit more than just once a week.

Tag List - @rika90 @itsemy01 @hotleaf-juice @teatimeforusreaders @benbarnes-supremacy @graciefullygracie @aleksanderwh0r3 @klaudosh @herbatkazmilosica

#grisha fic #grishaverse #the grisha series #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #ben barnes #general kirigan #general kirigan x reader #freddy carter #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader

[missbard]

six of crows | kaz x inej

Two of the deadliest people the Barrel had to offer and they could barely touch each other without both of them keeling over.

#kanej #soc #leigh bardugo #kaz x inej #six of crows #crooked kingdom #myedit #mine #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #inejedit #kazedit #socedit #kanejedit #bookedit #booklr #this is gonna kill ana so babe i apologize in advance

[trashy-greyjoy]

a kanej fanmix | (spotify)

| shadow preachers / zella day // devil’s backbone / the civil wars // all your light / portugal. the man // flaws / bastille // little do you know / alex & sierra // heal / tom odell // made of light / mikky ekko // human / aquilo // no rest for the wicked / lykke li // i of the storm / of monsters and men // everything little thing she does is magic / the police // dust to dust / the civil wars |

#soc #six of crows #kanej #leigh bardugo #kanej fanmix #soc fanmix #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz brekker fanmix #inej ghafa fanmix #soc playlist #kanej playlist #crooked kingdom #kaz x inej #mine #playlist #music #also for ana

[oohnoniall]

The Lantsov Emerald [Kaz Brekker x OC] - Chapter Six (Kaz)

Warnings: cursing, fantasy violence, family drama

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

        No one was ever supposed to find him. No one was supposed to be able to talk to him as she had done. But she had. A pretty little princess with a head full of dreams that would never come true. She had no reason to come after him, to follow him as far as she should. 

        She had more spirit than he had thought. He wasn't quite sure he liked that. He didn't know how to handle the unexpected, not when he had plans for everything. When he accounted for everything else, he found it difficult to account for a princess going against her nature.

        What was he going to do?

        He could accidentally lose her in Kerch, could make damn certain they did not manage to get found and ransom her off for millions of kruge, or he could just kill her. He could even sell her to one of the brothels if he truly wanted to. He was certain they'd pay a high price for the princess of Ravka. 

        He knew he could not do anything. Not if he wanted to keep his head. Ravka and Fjerda both would not take her sudden disappearance well. Nor could he kill her. He'd have the entire Ravkan army after him for that one. All he could do was agree to her terms and hopefully fuck her over when the time for his payment came. He could take more than her little emerald for making sure she got there and back safely.

        He had no idea how he was supposed to get her across the Fold twice. It wasn't like they had a chance in hell to cross it safely once. The last time he had done so, he had almost gotten himself killed.

        "Didn't think babysitting a princess was within our wheelhouse," Jesper sighed dramatically as he looked at Kaz. His eyes were bright, ready for adventure.

        "It isn't," Kaz admitted, not bothering to look at the sharpshooter. "But we don't have much of a choice. Do we?" She could easily get them all killed if she wanted to. He didn't think it would be a good risk to take.

        "We should send her back to the palace," Inej interjected, her arms crossed in front of her chest and a steely gaze in her eyes. "We're already begging for trouble by chasing the Sun Summoner."

        "Think of it this way," Kaz didn't want to reassure anyone. He didn't exactly know if his idea would work or not, which was concerning. Kaz was always ten steps ahead. He didn't like having people think he didn't know what he was doing. Although, it did put people more at ease. "If Dressen will pay a million for the Sun Summoner, think of how much one of the princess's brothers would give for her. Think of what Fjerda's princeling would give for her."

        "You can't be serious." Inej looked almost appalled at the idea. Considering how vocal she had been the entire time about not taking the Sun Summoner, he supposed it made sense for her to balk at this.

        "Would you rather we killed her?"

        "I quite like the idea of killing her brothers and marrying her," Jesper shrugged his shoulders as a bright grin crossed his features. "I think I'd make an excellent king, don't you agree?"

        Kaz scoffed, his own appalled look crossing his face. "You'd bankrupt her country faster than any skirmish they've been in. Stay away from the crown, Jes."

        "So what? We take the girl to Kerch and hold her there? How long do we have her before word slips out? We'll have to fight day and night to keep her. Can we really take the risk?" At least Inej had some intelligent thoughts. He knew he could not rely on Jesper for anything like that.

        Kaz tapped his gloved fingers on the wooden table. He was shocked that they did not come away sticky. The bar was filthy, it reminded him too much of home. "Yes, we can."

        It was almost too easy. The rest of the Barrel would find out about the princess before the first day was over. He knew it would cause complete and utter chaos. Every gang in Ketterdam would be after her. Not to mention the Merchant Council and her brother. There would be hell to pay. But it would be the best way to catch Pekka Rollins off guard. He'd want the princess. He'd think that it was his right to have the princess, that he would be able to do what Kaz couldn't.

        Pekka would assume that he was owed the notoriety, the money, perhaps even her hand in marriage for 'saving' her from the Bastard of the Barrel.

        Kaz would make damn sure he knew just where he stood. Pekka Rollins would find out just how low he stood.

        "Kaz," Inej started as he stood up. "We can't do this."

        "We'll be taking the emerald, Inej," he stated as he fixed his coat. "That's the end of the discussion."

        She glared at him, he could feel her eyes burning through him as he left the bar. He knew that she and Jesper would be discussing this and his plans for longer than necessary. They would more than likely tell him their displeasure until the plan actually worked out. They didn't trust him enough, they didn't need him to tell them how things would work out and how they just had to believe in him. That was bullshit and they all knew it. He just had to continue proving that he was the only one who knew what was going on at any given time.

        He didn't know how they'd cross the Fold, nor how they would find the Sun Summoner. He didn't know how he'd keep his bargain with Dressen and his deal with Anastasia. But he'd do it. Kaz Brekker had broken every rule, he'd made the world his own. He would tear it down brick by brick if he needed to. There was nothing that would keep him from doing what needed to be done. He was made of vengeance and spite, he wouldn't let anything keep him down. Not Pekka Rollins or the King of Ravka.

        The only issue he could foresee was Prince Nikolai. Everyone had heard the rumors, everyone knew he was nothing more than a bastard-born son. But that didn't mean he wasn't worth something. Kaz couldn't kill two royal children. Not if he wanted to survive long enough to destroy Pekka.

        His eyes traveled to the small inn across from the bar. He could see her in one of the windows on the top floor. Her hair dazzled in the light, her smile was almost glowing as she danced to music only she could hear. He worried that he had gotten into something bigger than himself. He had no idea how to deal with a princess. She was used to certain pleasures that she wouldn’t have in Kerch.

        He could already hear her complaints.

        Kaz knew that he would have to make sure that the Crow Club would be a safe hiding place for her. Although, he was also aware it would be one of the first places someone would look for her. He would have to give up one of his safe houses for her. That or he would  have to come up with a new plan entirely.

        This was almost too much for him to handle. He had dealt with issues before. With everything going on, he was certain that this would either push him over the edge or he would end up at the top of the Barrel. He knew which one he would prefer, which one he knew would make things better for him and the Crows.

        The Crows needed to be on top. They needed to be more than just another bunch of bastards in the Barrel. They needed to prove their worth.

        It didn’t matter that they were the best of the best. That his crew was more unique than any other. They were still nothing more than the underdogs of the Barrel. The ones who were lost and still yearning to find a home. 

        Kaz shook off his thoughts as he turned away from the inn and from the girl. He didn’t need anything from her. Nothing save that emerald. The emerald could buy him the Dime Lions if he wanted. He knew that it would be worth it to ruin everything Pekka had ever wanted. It would be worth it to see his face and feel as though he had finally won.

        He would worry about this whole thing later. For now, he still had to figure out how to get them across the Fold without the help of the Conductor. He had to make sure they didn't end up as Volcra food. He didn't want to imagine what that would do to the royal family. How could they blame anyone but themselves for that? If their precious daughter became Volcra food, it was her own recklessness that had caused it. Or Jesper had thrown her off whatever they ended up taking. 

        Kaz nearly smiled to himself. Nearly. He realized that it was going to be a long process, one that included meticulous planning and sheer dumb luck. Maybe, the Darkling would find his Sun Summoner. If he did, they'd have to come here. She'd have to prove her worth.

        A plan began to form in the bastard's mind. If Alina Starkov were to appear, he'd be able to use that to his advantage. Crossing the Fold would be much easier with a woman who could summon the sun. All they'd have to do was play the roles of stowaways. Keeping Anastasia out of sight would be the most difficult part. She'd grown up around the Darkling. Surely he would recognize her. That would be an issue. But with a little grime and something to hide the golden hair of the Lantsovs, they'd be able to get away with it.

        One day, he would find himself a tailor. Someone who would be able to disguise whoever they needed. He would not have to rely solely on his own mind and his own trickery. He'd be able to take a breath for once instead of being the only one with any sort of plans. But until that day came, he would think up whatever he could to disguise whoever needed it. Mainly himself and his newest addition.

        Anastasia Lantsov would be a welcome change, for the most part. She'd be able to bring something new to the crew for however long she stayed with them. After all, it wasn't as though he or Jesper were of royal blood. Having someone who knew the way those worlds worked may have been beneficial in the long run. At least, he could hope so.

        It was not like the princess would be sticking around. Kaz knew this. He didn't know why he assumed she'd help him with heists and grand plans. Maybe he had seen something in her. Something that had been part of him for as long as he could remember. Beyond his rage and his vengeance, beyond every broken piece of him that needed to be stitched back together. There had always been a longing.

        Freedom.

        He and every single crow that stood beside him craved it. They wanted to be more than they were, wanted to prove they were not just the outcasts and the broken members of society. He was more than just a boy with a cane, Inej was more than a girl with a past filled with trauma. Even Jesper was more than his gambling debts. They just had yet to find a way to prove it to the world. Or to themselves.

        He had seen it in her eyes the night they had met. When Anastasia had stared a guard in the eye and demanded to know who he was, he had been able to see everything she wished to hide. She wasn't the pretty princess with pink pointe shoes. She was something more. Something none of them knew what to do with. 

        He didn't know if he wanted to discover what it was or not. Perhaps it was better left in the dark. Those shining parts of her that wanted to come out would be ruined soon enough. She would be sent to Fjerda sooner rather than later. Prince Rasmus would destroy every part of her that he could. She would find her ruin in Fjerda, while the rest of her family thought little of her for the rest of their lives. Bringing out those shining parts now seemed to be almost too cruel.

        Kaz didn't know if it was something he could actually do or not.

        He knew for certain that he had to stop thinking of the princess. For now, she was a thorn in his side. She was nothing more than a girl who had tracked down a monster. He didn't wish to know how she'd done it. Nor did he wish to know if she'd be able to do it again.

        He didn't even know if she had been tracking him. Perhaps she had just gotten lucky by finding him. That or there was something else going on. He didn't understand why the princess would run in the first place. Why would she risk everything in order to wind up in a town that had been sacrificed to the Fold? What was the purpose of any of this? 

        If there was one thing that he hated, it was not knowing. Kaz thrived on being the most aware person in the room. It was his reason for the wraith, for his silence unless he needed to speak. There was a reason why Dirtyhands was feared. He knew more than anyone realized, he had more tricks up his sleeve than was comfortable. People couldn't trust him. People didn't want to trust him. Besides, having trust in the Barrel was the quickest way to get killed.

#kaz x princess #kaz brekker x oc #kaz steals an emerald #kaz x oc #ana x kaz #anastasia lantsov #lantsov emerald #lantsov oc #nikolai lantsov #mobster x princess #grisha netflix #grishaverse fic #grishaverse fanfiction #grishaverse oc #six of crows fanfic #six of crows fanfiction #six of crows

[obiliviate]

i was tagged by @serpentema thank you, ana ♥

rules: tag 8 people you’d like to get to know better

top 3 ships: kaz x inej / caroline x klaus / loki x happiness :)

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

last song: jesus christ 2005 god bless america by the 1975

last movie: midsommar

reading: the shadow of the wind by zafón and the wicked king by holly black

i’m tagging: @winteraell @dianaprincie @ginevraparkinson @lannisteris @selflessbellamy @cllianmurphy @jaemespotter @margorobbie (feel free to ignore♥)

#tag game #also #i ship #loki #and me ;)))

[youngster-monster]

Overwatch x MGSV crossover

- ocelot and mccree bond over being grown ass black ops agents who dress up like cowboys

- ocelot and zarya get drunk and sing russian pop music

- kaz and genji are both very passionate about american food, eat burgers and drunkenly rant about losing limbs

- reaper and the ghost unit appearing elicit the same reaction of "ugh not again"

- big boss and 76 hold veteran therapy sessions where they just shoot stuff and cry manly tear while listening to 80s music

- venom "sleep dart everyone in sight" snake gets along really well with ana

- quiet takes one look at widowmaker and immediately dumps a jacket on her #TittySniperSolidarity

#mgsv #metal gear solid #overwatch #jesse mccree #revolver ocelot #zarya #quiet mgsv #big boss #venom snake #soldier 76 #reaper #widowmaker #ana amari #kazuhira miller #genji #rambling

[fitnesshareketleri]

En iyi 9 Uyku Tulumu

Uyku tulumu kamp için en önemli malzemelerden biridir. Yanlış uyku tulumu seçimi çok kötü sonuçlara sebep olabilir. En iyi uyku tulumu seçimi yaparken, yaz için ayrı uyku tulumu, kış için ayrı uyku tulumu tercih edilmelidir. Ne yazık ki tek bir uyku tulumunu hem yazın sıcağında hem de kışın soğuğunda kullanmak mümkün olmayacaktır. Bu yüzden biz, En iyi uyku tulumunu belirlerken kış mevsimine göre, kışlık uyku tulumu olarak değerlendirdik.

Uyku tulumunuzu gideceğiniz yerin en düşük sıcaklık ortalamasına göre seçmeniz gerekir. Kamp yapacağınız mevsim, hava sıcaklığı, kamp yerinin yüksekliği seçeceğiniz uyku tulumu üzerinde doğrudan etkilidir.

Uyku tulumları kullanım şekli nedeniyle %100 su geçirmezlik iddiası olan bir ürün değildir. Yine de nem yüzünden gerçekleşen ıslanmalara karşı su geçirmezliği sağlanması için bazı teknolojiler kullanılmaktadır. Bunlardan en çok bilinenleri polyester mikrofiber, perteks naylon kumaşlardır. Bu ürünler hafif, kullanışlı ve dayanıklı malzemelerdir. Ve diğer malzemelere göre daha fazla nefes alırlar. Bundan daha etkili olarak endurance, dryloft, down defender teknolojileri de bulunmaktadır. Dryloft, Goretex’ten daha ince yapıdadır ve daha fazla nefes alabilir. Yine de su geçirmez bir uyku tulumu sahibi olmak istiyorsanız kumaşın nefes alıp almadığından emin olmanız gerekir. Kumaşın nefes almaması halinde yağmurdan korunmaya çalışırken yandan da terleyip ıslanmanız olasıdır.

En iyi uyku Tulumu

The North Face Inferno -40

Yenilenen haliyle The North Face Inerno -40 C Uyku Tulumu; Antarktika yada Himalayaları kendine hedef almış dağcılar için mükemmel seçim olmaya devam ediyor. Sağlamış olduğu -40 C konfor sıcaklığı, düşük ağırlığı ve The North Face kalitesi ile size tatlı rüyalar gösterecek bir uyku tulumu.

inferno uyku tulumu

Profesyoneller tarafından test edilen, en çok sıcak tutan inferno, RDS 800 kaz tüyü dolgulu uyku tulumu sizi buz kesen -40C derece soğuğa kadar sıcak tutar. Geniş kesimi sayesinde katmanlama yapmanıza izin verir. Sabit başlık, arka ve ayak kısmındaki suya karşı dayanıklı Neovent Air Fabric nemin içeride toplanmasını engeller. Erişim ve saklama alanı sunarak en iyi konforu sağlayan teknik özelliklerle donatılmıştır.

Dış kılıfın astara göre daha geniş kesilmesi sayesinde dolgu malzemesinin kabarması kısıtlanmaz. Böylece mevcut tüyün en yüksek miktarda kabarması ve soğuğu yalıtması sağlanır.

İnsan vücuduna göre şekillendirilmiş şapka, üzerindeki elastik büzgüyle, en çok ısı kaybedilen bu kritik bölgeden ısı kaybedilmesini engeller.

800 Pro kalitesinde kaz tüyü dolgu malzemesi; kaz tüyü ürünlerde izin verilen üst sınırdaki kalitelerden biri olup, dünyanın en iyi kaz tüyünün bulunduğu Doğu Avrupa’dan temin edilmiştir.

800 Pro Kaz tüyü: “Fill” ölçeği tüylerin kabarma kalitesini gösteren bir ölçüdür. Dolgu malzemelerinde ısı yalıtımını sağlayan şey durağan hava yani tüyün kabarma miktarı olduğu için bu rakam ne kadar yüksek ise tüy o kadar kalitelidir. Meraklıları için: Bu birim tüyün yaklaşık 30 gr. ının belli bir ağırlık altında kapladığı hacmin inç küp olarak değeridir.

Geniş kesimi uyku tulumunun içinde daha fazla katman giymenizi veya rahatça dönmenizi mümkün kılar

Konfor sağlamak ve ısı kaybını önlemek için tam hava akımı yakası ve entegre hava akımı kaplaması

Başlık, ayak bölmesi ve arka tarafta suya karşı dayanıklı Neovent Air kumaş

Kaz tüylerinin dışarı çıkmasını önlemek için ikiz kenar yamuk şeklinde yan panel

Tulumun içine daha kolay girmek için orta fermuar *

Yalıtımlı saklama için iç cep

Sıkıştırma torbası ve saklama torbası dahildir *

Başlık büzme ipi soğuğu dışarıda tutar *

Summit Series™ koleksiyonundandır

Marmot Cwm -40°C

Uç sınırlara hoşgeldiniz astronotlar. Yüksek kaliteli 800 dolum güçlü kaz tüyü ve su geçirmez, nefes alan MemBrain® kumaş, bu mükemmmel ürünün çekirdeğini oluşturur. En zorlu dağlarda, – 40 dereceye kadar düşen soğuklarda, huzurlu bir uyku sunmak için tasarlanmıştır. Sağlam bir şekilde güçlendirilmiş astarlar ve ömür boyu güvenilir bir konfor ve koruma için sayısız bölme ile tasarlanmış yüksek mühendislik eseri

Marmot Cwm -40°C Kaz Tüyü Uyku Tulumu Ürün Özellikleri

Rohnert Park, CA’da Sertifikalı 800 Dolum Güçlü Kaz Tüyüyle Doldurulmuş ve Bitirilmiş

Pertex® Kalkan Su Geçirmez / Nefes alan Kumaş

Marmot Çapraz Bölme Konstrüksiyonu Kaz Tüyünün hareket etmesini ve Soğuk Bölge oluşumunu Önler

11-Baffle ve Wrap-Around Ayak Bölmesi Sıcaklığını Artırır

Güçlendirilmiş Ayak Bölmesi Astarı

Nautilus 6 Bölmeli Başlık

“Felly” Kordonlar

Soğuk hava girişini ve sıcak hava çıkışını engelleyen, tüyle doldurulmuş katman

Zemin Seviyesinde Yan Dikişler

Gizli soğuk hava girişini engelleyen katman cebi.

Esnek Triko Bölücüler

Velcro® içermeyen Kaz Tüyü Dolgulu Yaka

Fermuar Güvenliği

Ana malzeme: Pertex Shield 30d 100% Nylon 2 Layer R/S 2.3 oz/yd

Astar: Pertex Microlight 30d 100% Nylon RS 1.3oz/yd

Ağırlık: 2066 gr

Sıcaklığı : -40 ° C

Paket hacmi :19,8 litre

Yalıtım : 800+ Fill Power Goose Down

Uzunluk: Standart-Regular : 183 cm

Marmot Never Summer -39°C

Never Summer’ın suya dayanıklı kaz tüyü,-39 dereceye kadar düşen sıcaklıklarda,sizi sımsıcak tutmaya yetecektir. Never Summer, yolculuklar, yürüyüşler ve dağ tırmanışlarınızda, hava sıfırın altına düştüğünde, güvenle yanınızda taşıyabileceğiniz bir uyku tulumudur.

marmot uyku tulumu

Marmot Never Summer  Uyku Tulumu; Kış dağcılığı ve kamplar  için üretilmiş 650 fill tüy dolgulu bir modeldir. Yenilene Marmot Never Summer; daha düşük konfor ve ekstrem dereceleriyle, sizi daha da sıcak tutacaktır.

Islak alanlarda daha iyi su geçirmezlik için, Sertifikalı 650 doldurum güçlü kaz tüyü ve kaz tüyü koruması Ayağı sarmalayan, anatomik ayakucu, yalıtımı arttırır, daha fazla sıcaklık, ayaklarınız için daha fazla yer ve konfor sağlar. Boydan boya kilitli YKK çift taraflı fermuar kumaş kaydırıcısı sayesinde kumaşın fermuara sıkışmasını azaltır

20D Nylon RipStop dış kumaş ortamın nem durumundan etkilenmez ve ısı yalıtımını sürdürür.

20D Nylon iç kumaş oldukça yumuşaktır ve rahat bir uyku sağlar.

Kullanılan 650 fill dolgu malzemesi düşük ağırlıklarla yüksek ısı yalıtımını sağlar. Uyku tulumunda kullanılan tüyü, hydrofobik işlemden geçirilerek su ve neme karşı daha yüksek dayanım sağlanmıştır.

650 Fill tüyü: “Fill” ölçeği tüylerin kabarma kalitesini gösteren bir ölçüdür. Dolgu malzemelerinde ısı yalıtımını sağlayan şey durağan hava yani tüyün kabarma miktarı olduğu için bu rakam ne kadar yüksek ise tüy o kadar kalitelidir.

Ana Malzeme: : 30d% 100 Naylon DWR 1,18 oz / yd | 30d% 100 Naylon Ripstop DWR 1,5 oz / yd Astar Malzemesi: : 30d% 100 Naylon DWR 1.27 oz / yd Yalıtım Malzemesi: : 650+ Fill Power Duck Down Ağırlık: : 1485 gr Dolgu Ağırlığı : 950 gr İç Uzunluk : 226 cm Paket Boyu : 21.6 x 45.7cm Ölçüler (Omuz, Kalça, Ayak): : 163 cm x 147 cm x 127 cm Derece: Comfort: -12.7°F / -10.7°C | Lower Limit: -1.2°F / -18.4°C | Extreme: -39.6°F / -39.8°C

Ferrino Diable 1200 WTS -37°C

Üstün kalite dolgusu ve kumaşı ile mükemmel ısı yalıtımı sağlayan mumya tipi tulum. Ferrino Diable 1200 WTS Kaz Tüyü Uyku Tulumu, dört mevsim kamp ve dağcılık faaliyetleriniz için yeterli konfor ve ısı yalıtımını sağlayacaktır.

Extreme sıcaklık: -37°C Min komfor sıcaklığı: -16°C Komfor sıcaklığı: -9°C 

Isı kaynını ve tüylerin dışarı çıkmasını engelleyen WTS dikiş sistemi kullanılmıştır. Streç yapıya sahip bu uyku tulumları hareket özgürlüğü ve %15 daha fazla kullanılabilir alan yaratır.

1200 gr kaz tüyü dolgu malzemesi yüksek ısı yalıtımı sağlar.

Dolgu dengeleme dengeleme dikişleri

Welded sistemi ile dikişsiz kanallar

Yüz ve boyun çevresinde ısı kaçışını önleyici yalıtım pedleri

İlave omuz ve ayak dolgusu

Özel kesimli başlık

Fermuar sıkışmasını önleyici bant

Birleştirilebilir

Çift koruma büzgülü sıkıştırma torbası

Boyun ayarı

Fermuar üstü yalıtım pedleri

Dış kumaş: %100 polyester 292T – 40D

Astar: %100 polyester 292T – 40D

Dolgu: 1200g 80/20 500 cuin kaztüyü

Sıkıştırılmış boyut:24×28 cm

İlave omuz ve ayak dolgusu 

Ağırlık:  2,1 kg

Robens Caucasus 900 -31

Caucasus 900 mükemmel bir sıcaklık – ağırlık oranı dengesi sunuyor. Kaliteli dolgusuyla beraber Son derece sıkıştırabilir bir yapıya sahiptir. Su geçirmez üst sıkıştırma bölümü ile bu üründen bir hayli memnun kalacaksınız.

• Tulumda yalıtım için 900 gr. 90/10 ördek tüyü kullanılmıştır. Tüy 600 dolgu gücüne sahiptir. (tüyün yaklaşık 30 gr.’ı belli bir ağırlık altında 600 inç kubik alan kaplar) Benzer ısı yalıtımı sağlayan sentetik tulumlara göre daha hafiftir ve daha ufak paket hacmine sahiptir. • Tüy tulumlar sentetik tulumlara göre çok daha uzun ömürlüdür, iyi bakımla tüy tulumunuzu 10+ sene yalıtım özelliği azalmadan kullanabilirsiniz. • Mumya tasarım ve iyi yalıtımlı kafa kısmı kışlık kullanıma uygundur. Boyun bölgesinde ayrıca ısı yalıtımı için dolgu malzemeli ve ayrı büzgülü kısım bulunur. Şapka büzgüsünün üst ve alt kısımları birbirinden bağımsız büzülebilir bu sayede soğuk havalarda şapkayı sadece yüzünüz açıkta kalacak şekilde büzebilirsiniz. • İstediğinizde paket hacmini daha da ufaltmak için sıkıştırmalı torbası bulunur. • Gece kolay ulaşmak isteyeceğiniz ufak tefek şeyler için bir adet dış cebi bulunur. (gözlük, cep telefonu, çikolata, vs.) • Tulumun yan kısmı boyunca çift taraftan açılabilir YKK fermuar kullanılmıştır. Takılmaları önlemek için fermuarın iç kısmında önleyici parça bulunur. İki tulum fermuar kısmından birleştirilerek kullanılabilir. Yalıtım için fermuarın iç kısmı boyunca dolgu malzemeli parça bulunur. • Ayak kısmındaki iki adet asma halkası kullanamadığınız zamanlarda tulumu asarak saklamanızı sağlar. • Nylon diamond ripstop dış kumaş yırtılmalara karşı dayanıklı ve hafiftir , su kaydırıcı özelliğe sahiptir. • İç astar yumuşak micro polyester malzemeden yapılmıştır, uyku sırasında rahatsızlık ve sentetik hissi vermez. • Tulumun gövde kısmındaki elastik iç astar bu bölgede gereksiz hava sirkülasyonu ve ısı kaybı olmasını önler.

Boyutlar: 220x80x50 cm. Paket Boyutu:  45 cm. boy x 23 cm. çap (silindir) Ağırlık: 1470 gr. Dış Kumaş: 30D 355T nylon diamond ripstop İç kumaş: 290T micro polyester Dolgu: 900 gr. 90/10 ördek tüyü (600 fill power)

Isı derecesi (T comfort kadın):  – 5o C Isı derecesi (T Limit erkek): – 11o C Isı Derecesi (Textreme): – 31o C Isı Derecesi ( Tmax) : 10o C

Evolite Alaska Kaz Tüyü -32ºC 

Ağır kış şartları ve ekstrem koşullar için üretilmiş, Yüksek kalite 800 fill, kaz tüyü dolgulu, dağcılık faaliyetlerinde kullanılmak için yüksek ısı değeri olan, çok hafif ve ufak, diamond ripstop dış kumaşı sayesinde %100 su geçirmez uyku tulumu.

evolite

Model : Alaska

Ölçüler : 220 x 80 x 55 cm

Dış Kumaş : Diamond Ripstop 40D/208T D/P W/R Cıre

İç Kumaş : Diamond Ripstop 40D/208T D/P W/R Cıre

Dolgu : %90 Down x %10 kaz tüyü, 1000 gr.

Ağırlık : 1.75 Kg.

Derecesi : EXTREME -32ºC/ COMFORT -22ºC

The North Face Green Kazoo -18

The North Face Green Kazoo Kaz Tüyü Uyku Tulumu; 700 fill ProDown kaz tüyü ile doldurulmuş ve 1531 gram ağırlığıyla, dört mevsim dağcılık ve kamp faaliyetleriniz için kullanabileceğiniz bir uyku tulumudur.

 Kaliteli materyal ve işçilik.

– Ayak kısmı rahat hareket ve termal etkinlik açısından kareleştirilmiştir. – Tek elle sıkılıp açılabilen büzgüleri olan kafa kısmının kesimi rahat ve güzel, yüze iyice, kullanıcıyı sıkboğaz etmeden sıkılabiliyor ve termal etkinlik için boğaz sıkması da mevcuttur. – Fermuar tutacakları karanlıkta parlayan türden ve çift yönlü ana fermuar takılmadan, kolay açılıp kapanıyor. – Isı derecesine göre ideal ağırlıkta bir tulum, paket hacmi de son derece küçük boyutta. – Tulumla beraber geniş bir file saklama torbası ve sıkıştırma naylon taşıma paketi de veriliyor.

ProDown’lu 2/3 mevsim uyku tulumu

Depolama çantası ebadı | 25.4 cm x 48.3 cm

Sıcaklık derecesi | 0°F / -18°C

Toplam ağırlık : normal: 1531 g / uzun: 1616 g

SANDFOX Nordic Extreme -30C

Nordic Extreme Ultralight uyku tulumu en zorlu kış koşullarında sizi sıcak tutması için tasarlandı. Tasarım ve malzeme kalitesiyle kendine güvenen bu model CE EN13537 sertifikasıyla ile de kendini ispatladı. MicroTec RipStop dış kumaşı onu daha da hafif ve dayanıklı yaparken, Avrupa üretimi 90/10 650 Fill özelliğindeki beyaz kaz tüyü dolgusu onun daha da sıcak olmasını sağladı. İşte bu üstün malzeme kalitesi sayesinde benzerlerinden daha hafif, iyi sıkışan ve daha sıcak bir tulum meydana geldi.

Sandfox

20D MikroTec RipStop Dış Kumaş: Nordic Extreme’in benzerlerinden çok daha hafif olmasını sağlar. Dayanıklı ve yumuşak hisli yapısı sayesinde uzun ömürlü ve konforludur.

sanfox nordic extreme

Beyaz Kaz Tüyü, 90/10, 650 Fill (Avrupa Üretimi): SandFox olarak kullanılan kuş tüyünün kalitesine son derece önemli. Bu sayede tulumunuz benzerlerinden daha hafif, daha az yer kaplayan, daha iyi sıkışan ve ısıyı çok daha iyi izole eden özelliktedir. Bu özellikleri sayesinde sırt çantanızda daha az yer kaplarken, konforlu bir uyku sunar.

Ağırlık-Boyut; 1300 gr 220x80x55

Husky Drape Uyku Tulumu -20 C

Drape -20 uyku tulumu, yeni nesil bir uyku tulumu modelidir. Gelişmiş dolum kalitesi sayesinde muazzam sıcaklık ve yalıtım sağlar. Bu koşullar ürünün hafifliğini ve küçük paket olmasını engellememektedir. Ürün sadece 1250gr olmasının yanı sıra, benzersiz birleşimi sayesinde geceleri aşırı düşük derecelerde(-20C) dahi koruma sağlamaktadır. Bunların hepsi suya dayanıklı iç yakalığı, iç ve dış cepleri, YKK çift yönlü fermuarı ve kaymaz kayışlar ile takviye edilmiştir. Drape uyku tulumu sahip olmanız gereken yeni bir üründür.

Yüksek kaliteli doğal tüy

İç ve dış cepler

YKK çift yönlü fermuar

Sıkıştırma paketi

Suya dayanıklı iç yakalığı

Kaymaz kayışlar

Özellikleri

Sıcaklık: Extreme: -20 ° C, Minimum -12 ° C Comfort: -4 ° C  Dolum: 650 Cuin 90/10-, kaz tüyü  Astar: 40D 240T naylon Taktel  Kabuk: 30D Naylon Taktel  Önerilen Boy: 195 cm  Boyutlar: 220 x 85 cm  Ağırlık: 1250 g  Ambalaj boyutu: 35 x 20cm  Kaymaz şeritler Extra ayak torbası

Kaz Tüyü ve Sentetik uyku tulumu arasındaki farklar

Kaz tüyü ıslandığında yalıtım özelliğini kaybedebilir. Ancak sentetik dolgular kaz tüyünün aksine yalıtım özelliklerini korurlar.

Kaz tüyü uyku tulumları benzer özelliklerdeki sentetik uyku tulumlarına göre daha hafif ve hacim olarak daha küçüktür.

Kaz tüyü uyku tulumlarının bakımları sentetik dolgu olanlara göre daha zordur. Sentetik dolgulu uyku tulumlarını yıkama talimatlarına uyarak çamaşır makinesinde rahatça yıkayabilirsiniz. Kaz tüyü olanı yıkamak ise biraz daha zahmetlidir.

Kaz tüyü uyku tulumlarının kuruması sentetik dolgu uyku tulumlarına göre daha uzun zaman alır.

Kaz tüyü uyku tulumları sentetik dolgulu uyku tulumlarından daha sıcak tutarlar. Ancak gelişen teknoloji sayesinde kaz tüyü sıcaklığına yakın sıcaklık sağlayan sentetik dolgulu uyku tulumları geliştirilmektedir.

Kaz tüyü uyku tulumlarının fiyatları dolum oranlarına ve kaz tüyü kalitesine göre sentetik dolgulu uyku tulumlarına göre daha fazladır.

Kaz tüyü alerjisi olanlar için mantıklı bir seçim olmayabilir.

En iyi 9 Uyku Tulumu

[oohnoniall]

The Lantsov Emerald [Kaz Brekker x OC] - Chapter Five (Anastasia)

Warnings: cursing, fantasy violence, family drama

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four

     Escaping the palace had been the easy part. Nikolai had shown her all the secret pathways when they were children. They had played games with them. She'd always wanted to be the fairy while he was a pirate or some sort of scoundrel. She had remembered those childhood days fondly throughout her journey to Kribirsk. If she hadn't, she would have been forced to think about the pain in her feet and the fact that she had been foolish enough to not beg her father's permission.

        At least then she would've had a carriage.

        Upon reaching the city, she had paid handsomely for fresh clothes and lodging. She had bathed, scrubbing her skin raw, and dressed in a plain sky blue gown. She had attempted to plait her hair by herself, although it appeared messy and uneven. Anastasia had never known just how hopeless she was until she had gone days without a bath or her lady maids.

        Nikolai would have been so disappointed in her.

        She was fresh-faced when she came into the bar. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes took in every single person in the crowded bar. She had thought enough to keep her traveling cloak. There was no telling what any of the patrons would do if they discovered that the princess of Ravka stood before them. 

        Years of dancing and lessons in how a princess should behave made her elegant. Even in the dusty, dirty bar, she strode forward as though she was on the dance floor. Each of her movements timed to the waltz of her heartbeat. She knew that her gait alone would be cause for attention. What simple maiden walked as though the ground was a dance floor? What young woman acted as though the world should bow before her?

        Anastasia had not been around enough women to know what the answer truly was.

        She felt eyes on her the entire time she ordered her drink. Kvas like Nikolai had drank with her before he had gone. She had gagged and refused to ever touch any again. The smell still made her wish to gag, but she had to keep up some appearance. She took the glass from the barkeep, thanking him with a small smile. Anastasia then turned her attention to the rest of the patrons of the bar.

        Most of them were her subjects. They looked hardened, as though life had done them no favors. They had lines along their features that she had not seen amongst the nobility. They looked as though dirt had encased them their entire lives. Her heart ached for them. Was there nothing that she could do? She didn't have the power to change things. That power lived with her brothers. She would never be Ravka's queen. 

        Her eyes landed on a small group in the corner of the bar. A boy with dark hair and a wild grin was playing with a revolver, his fingers fiddling on the hammer as though he was waiting for a reason to use it. A girl in deep, navy blue clothes sat beside him. Her features hidden by a hood and her body was nearly as still as the breath that had caught in Anastasia's throat.

        At the head of their table sat the guard from the ball. His eyes scanned the room, landing on her. She wondered how many times those eyes had stopped someone in their place. He seemed sharper than he had that night. The angles of his face were made of glass and were likely to cut her if she touched them. He was far too handsome for his own good.

        Without thought of her safety, Anastasia headed over to the three of them. She felt as though she was vibrating, excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the table. The man had lied to her. He had snuck into her home. She would find out why. That would be a good enough reason for the last-ditch effort for freedom.

        "Mr. Vanzin," she lowered her hood as she spoke, keeping her back to the other patrons. "I've been looking for you."

        An amused smile graced her features as she looked down at him. He played off the idea of being at ease, his spine straight and his eyes glancing at her as though she were nothing more than a mouse. But his hands told a different story. The black gloves he wore could not hide the way he tensed. His fingers clenched in a fist that she was certain he would not use on her. He wouldn't dare to create a scene.

        "Your Highness," he sounded bored as he regarded her. Anastasia was uncomfortably reminded of most of the people in the palace. "Had I known you were serious about seeing each other again, I wouldn't have left so quickly."

        The Zemeni boy offered her a chair beside him. She did not like the grin that stretched across his lips. It was as though he was one of the big cats her nanny had told her about at bedtime. She took the seat nonetheless. This would not be the first time that she had found herself in a den of lions. She dined with monsters each night. She had danced with several the night she had met Mr. Vanzin.

        "I'm afraid that I was curious about you, Mr. Vanzin," she crossed her ankles, every bit the picture of a perfect princess. Rasmus would be getting a beautiful bride. "After all, it's not every day that one manages to break into the Little Palace. Nor when a guard lies directly to my face."

        "I assure you," his gaze could have cut through ice, "nothing about that night was personal."

        "How could it be?" Anastasia's eyes sparkled with amusement. It was like she was verbally sparring with Niki once more. He danced around the questions he didn't want to answer, made her feel as though she would go mad half the time. "You didn't even tell me your real name."

        The air surrounding them seemed to grow thick with tension. The girl's hands had disappeared underneath the table while the boy was rubbing the handles of his revolvers. Anastasia would not allow them to frighten her. She would not be afraid and she would not back down.

        "You're clever, Princess," his tone was filled with venom. "You should be careful. That's a good way to get yourself killed."

        "Is that a threat, Mr. Vanzin?" 

        "Only advice," he told her before he drank the glass of kvas that had been in front of him. His eyes were dark as he stared at her. Heat flooded her cheeks but she did not let it phase her.

        Anastasia had been around princes and lordlings her entire life. She had been around beautiful men and around men who had assumed they were beautiful. She had never let them phase her. She would not let this conman get underneath her skin. Even if it did feel as though she were drowning when he looked at her like that.

        "You'll forgive me if I don't take it," she said, praying to the Saints that the dim of the bar was hiding her heated face. "Now, why don't you tell me who you are?"

        "So you can cart us off to a Ravkan prison?" It was a valid thought. Had she been any of the other members of her family, she more than likely would have called for help. But had she been anyone else in her family she wouldn't have had to run away from her future.

        Nikolai got to be the scholar, Vasily the king. All Anastasia was good for was a high bride price and to be her father's favorite pawn. Her future had never been her own. It never would be.

        "I assure you," she leaned forward, strands of her hair falling into her face. "I would not turn myself in just to give you up."

        For a split second, his left eyebrow rose and an expression of confusion crossed his face. It was gone before Anastasia could blink. He wore his mask well. Almost as well as those in her court. Maybe he was like her. A royal running away from a future that did not exist.

        "What do you mean?" The Zemeni boy piped up, his expression more confused than the other two. Although it was more amused than anything. "Turning yourself in just means you're in as much trouble as we are."

        "It would appear that way, wouldn't it?" She glanced at him, an amused smirk playing on her lips. "My family plans to ship me to Fjerda on the eve of my birthday. I'll be wed to Prince Rasmus the week after," she knew they didn't need an explanation. Nor had they asked for one. However, she needed to say something. Needed to tell someone how angry she was about the entire thing. 

        Nikolai was gone. This band of criminals seemed to be the next best thing.

        "You decided to leave your cushy palace and come after me as a result of your impending wedding?" His face remained impassive, something that she could not read. She hated that he wore the mask of a courtier. "I don't know if I'm impressed or insulted."

        "I hope it's impressed," Anastasia kept her eyes on his, not daring to back down from the demon in front of her. "At least enough to allow me to know your name."

        "It's Kaz," he did not tell her his surname. She supposed it did not matter in the long run. It wasn't as though she would be spending long with the man. He would more than likely give her up before she had a chance to find Nikolai. Before she had a chance to see the sea and feel the wind in her hair.

        Anastasia wished for freedom. A caged bird sang a lonely song. The song in her heart wanted more than that. It wanted to be among the greats, among the waltzes that she had adored from childhood. She wanted to live her life as she chose. If only so she could spend every second of each day surrounded by the notes, feeling the melodies in her heart and the beats in her heart. It was not a dream that any of Ravka's nobility would have understood.

        None but Nikolai.

        "Kaz," his name felt rough on her tongue. The syllables were brutal and cutting. Just like the man in front of her. "Perhaps we could make a deal."

        "What sort of deal would you offer?" His tone was indifferent but the spark in his eyes told her that he was at least intrigued.

        "I want passage. My brother is attending university in Kerch. I wish to see him a final time before I leave. I will keep the guards off of your back," she said, keeping any passion or hope from her voice. Vasily had once told her that negotiating meant selling your soul. That having too much enthusiasm would give her opponent the upper hand. Maybe he'd had a point.

        "We can avoid the guards without you, Princess," she hated the way he said it. Like it was an insult instead of her honorific. 

        "I can also offer payment," she said almost lazily. She slipped her hand into the pocket of her cloak, pulling out a ring that should not have been in her possession.

        She tossed it onto the table. The emerald sparkled in the light, the face perfect in every way. The Lantsov Emerald had been the stuff of legend when she was younger. As she had grown up, she had realized that it was nothing more than just a pretty gem. One that her parents prized above all others, but a gem nonetheless.

        It was supposed to go to Vasily's future bride, but Anastasia had found it unfair. She had stolen it from her mother's chest in the dead of night. Then, she had escaped using those secret passages. She had known the emerald would come in handy. Although she had assumed it would be used to prove she was the Princess of Ravka. Not payment.

        Kaz looked at the emerald for a second before he looked back at her. "I'm listening."

        "The Lantsov Emerald has been in my family for generations. It's Ravka's greatest treasure. I'm offering it to you for safe passage to and from Kerch. Also, protection while we're there. I'm willing to add three million kruge for you and your crew upon my safe return."

        She doubted that her parents had that much money. Or that they would be willing to pay that much for their only daughter's safety. She was ruining their plans. But she didn't care. They would ship her off without her ever seeing Nikolai again. They would sell her before she had the chance to find herself.

        Kaz looked at her, his gaze was unyielding and colder than the ice of Fjerda. She wondered if he had learned to be cold or if it had just come naturally to him. Was he a monster of a man? Or a man who had become a monster? There was a story there. Something that was hiding beyond his eyes, beyond the facade he painted on. The facade that she only hoped was a facade. She didn't know what she would have done had he admitted to it all being real.

        "Do you expect any of this to be easy, Princess?" He questioned, watching her as though she held a dagger in her hand instead of a valuable emerald.

        "No, quite the opposite actually." Anastasia was not an idiot. She knew they would have to cross the Fold, find passage on a ship, and prey to all the Saints that she was not followed by her parent's guards. She doubted they had even noticed her missing. The Sun Summoner disappeared at the perfect tie. She wouldn't have been able to slip away without the distraction.

        "We'll have to wait for a skiff," Kaz sat up straighter, almost as if to intimidate her. She matched his posture, not daring to back down for a single second. "No one knows how long that might take. A ship to Kerch will be another question entirely."

        "I assure you, Kaz," the name stabbed her throat, "I am prepared to stay as long as necessary. I will not go to Fjerda without seeing my brother."

        "Your brother will not be easy to find. Do you know how many rich sons have been sent to university?"

        "Nikolai will be quite easy for me to find." He didn't need to know that he would have an angry prince to deal with during all of this. Once Nikolai heard of her disappearance, he would be angry. He would claim she had no idea what she was doing. That she was being reckless and stubborn. That there had been no reason whatsoever for her to leave the safety of the palace. He would have told her that she was stupid for trusting a man who had broken into their home.

        She would take every second of his tongue lashing. As long as it kept her from never seeing him again.

        "I will have other business in Kerch," Kaz stated as he watched her. He was looking for any sign of weakness. She knew that he would try to betray her. He would see her as another piece on his chessboard. Just as everyone else had.

        She was no longer willing to be a game piece.

        "I'm quite aware of that," there was no reason for her to be the only job he'd take on. Even if she was offering more money than he'd probably ever see in his life. Money she did not know if she had. "Now, do we have a deal?"

        He did not offer her his hand, unlike what she had seen other men do with her brothers. She didn't know if she was supposed to be offended by the slight or not. Surely it had more to do with how he felt about the deal than anything to do with her. That or her nails were in a worse state than she had previously realized.

        "The deal is the deal, Princess." She wondered if she would ever hear anything else come from his lips. Would he call her by her honorific the entire time? Or would he loosen up? She didn't think it was important enough to complain about it. No matter how grating it was to hear him use it with nothing but venom in his tone.

        Anastasia picked the ring up from the table, giving him a kind smile. "You'll get this once I've been returned to Ravka, safe and sound."

        Kaz said nothing, just nodded his head as she stood from the table. At least he knew better than to fight her on when he would get his payment. It was probably for the benefit of her peace of mind. If she trusted him not to slit her throat, then maybe she would be less likely to put up a defense. She didn't know for sure. 

        "Enjoy your night," she told the three, giving them a curtsey. Her skirts flourished around her, almost making her wistful for a night of dancing underneath the stars. "I expect to see you here tomorrow."

        "Of course," he nodded his head once, looking at his crew instead of her. She wondered if they thought she was all talk. Surely a princess would run from danger instead of towards it. She should have been trapped in her golden cage with her jewels and her grand piano that she was not allowed to touch. They would assure she'd change her mind before entering the Fold.

        The look on his face told her everything that she needed to know. He may not have expected her to come after him, but he knew now to expect her to back out. To do anything other than what she had said. Surely he should have realized by now that Anastasia was a woman of her word. She'd found him. She'd stolen the greatest heirloom her family had and run away from home. She had done everything that no one would expect from her.

        The same things they would expect from Nikolai.

        The thought nearly blinded her as she stepped into the sunlight. Had she begun missing her brother so much that she had decided to act as though she were him? He would have told her that it was a waste of her own potential. He would blame himself for making her a mirror of him. It would be bad enough to have one of them roaming the streets of Ravka. They didn't need two.

        But she knew that she was not like her brother. She didn't see the world as one big game that she had to win. She just wanted to dance, to feel the music filling her veins and speaking in it's beautiful secret language to her soul. She knew it was a silly wish, one that she would never truly get to experience. She'd have to marry a man she didn't love. She would have to dance only when it was appropriate. Anastasia would lock herself up for her country. 

        She just needed a chance to dance before she did so. 

        Kerch may have been known for it's criminal underbelly, but it was the only safe place for her. She would be far from whatever trouble the Sun Summoner was bringing. She would be able to find Nikolai. Anastasia would be able to yell at him for hours at a time for not writing her back as much as he should. She would be free for the first time in her life.

        As long as she did not get her throat cut or held for a ransom it should be perfectly safe. 

        Anastasia headed back to her room. It was not safe to dawdle on street corners. She had no idea if her parents had discovered that she was missing. She had no idea if anyone would be out looking for her. Vasily wouldn't be. He had too much to do, too much to prepare for. The time for him to take the throne was almost upon them. 

        He had less time for his little sister than normal. She felt as though Nikolai had abandoned her. Perhaps this unwanted isolation had been the truth behind her desperate need to flee. Perhaps knowing that she was alone, and would be for the rest of her miserable life, had been what drove her to running as far as she could from the walls of her gilded cage.

        She slipped up the creaky stairs, using the gentle creaks as though they were a melody. She craved music. Craved hearing the waltzes, the symphonies. She needed it as though it was oxygen. She needed to hear every beat, feel every note. Alas, her life would not go in that direction. She would sooner end up hidden behind blocks of ice than in a symphony hall. Especially after what she had done.

        As the princess entered the room she had rented, she did not notice a figure standing silently in the corner. 

        She took off her cloak, tossing it down on a small chair in the corner of the room. Her back was to the silent woman, never once noticing her as she began to freshen up. The day was still long, the sun having only just hit the middle of the sky. She planned on actually doing something besides make shady deals in the back of a pub. 

        Anastasia lifted her face, water dripping from her eyelashes. She caught sight of the woman in the mirror, her spine instantly stiffening.

        "Your Highness," her voice was soft as she stepped out from the shadows. "We've a lot to discuss."

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The Lantsov Emerald [Kaz Brekker x OC] - Chapter Four (Kaz)

Warnings: cursing, fantasy violence, family drama

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

        He hated to lose. Hated to be in anyone's pocket. When a plan failed it made him feel as though he was once more that scared child who had held onto his brother's hand. He felt weak. Weaker than anyone in the Barrel should feel. If anyone had found out about this detour in his plans, he would have already been marked. Kaz Brekker would have been a name that was not remembered despite the fact that he was quickly becoming the man to look out for. 

        Needless to say, he was in a foul mood.

        His hands were steady as he picked up the drink that had been Jesper's. He didn't bother to look at the other man; a boy really; as he drank it. The alcohol burned his throat, he could feel its trail burning all the way to his stomach. He needed that burn. Needed to feel something other than the rage in his heart. He knew that he would never get another chance to break into the Grand Palace and steal the Sun Summoner.

        Not that she would even be there. 

        He had not once thought that the girl would be stupid enough to run. He had never thought she'd leave the safety of the Grand Palace and General Kirigin. Anyone would have known that Fjerda and the Shu would be after her. How she thought she'd be safer on the run was beyond him.

        After the showing last night she was in more danger than ever. Kaz knew it would be harder to find her, harder to capture her. There was no telling where she would go or where she would be hiding. Not to mention they'd already ruined the one place they could go and get information. The Little Palace would have been the most opportune place to be for information. All of it would have gone to Kirigin. 

        They'd blown that cover though. The other guards had caught sight of them, the princess had spoken to him. A stableboy was very aware of Jesper and what he looked like. None of them would be able to go back.

        "What's our plan?" Inej stood at his shoulder, his constant wraith. He wondered briefly what life would be like if she wasn't at his side. He was certain that most of his plans would have gone up in smoke by that point.

        Just like the one they were running from.

        "I don't know," he said, his jaw clenching as he stared down at the empty glass in his gloved hand. He hated not knowing, hated to be on the outside. He never knew what to say or do. Never knew how to feel about the whole thing. It was like he was a child all over again, trapped with those bodies and staring into his brother's glazed-over eyes. Just the thought was enough to make him shudder.

        He suppressed the shudder. He didn't need any of the others to know that he was reflecting on things. Didn't need them knowing that he was afraid for once. Kaz Brekker was a man who was driven by fear. Fear of failure, fear of being unknown, fear of never getting his revenge on Pekka Rollins. Fear and revenge ran deep within him. He had a strong sense of what he needed, what he wanted.

        Kaz could care less about the money, about the power. All that mattered was making Pekka Rollins pay. He couldn't do that when he was failing at jobs hundreds of miles away from the Barrel.

        Inej seemed to understand that he was not in the mood to be messed with. She just stared at him. Her eyes were depthless and filled with everything she wanted to say. He couldn't look at her. Couldn't stand to look and see what she thought of him. He knew it would be the same thing he thought of himself. Worthless, pathetic. Couldn't steal a saint if he tried.

        Jesper, on the other hand, chose not to read the warning signs. "We could always stay here," he sounded almost cheerful at the prospect. "This place is nice. We could start a farm, live a quiet life." 

        Inej and Kaz both looked at him. 

        "Or perhaps not," he gripped the drink the bartender slid over to him as if guarding it against his two companions. "You'll think of something boss, you always do." Even in the worst of situations, Jesper was a beacon of light in a cold, dark world. Maybe that was the real reason Kaz kept him around. The man reminded him that things were not always as dire as they seemed. As long as they could breathe, they could stay alive. Kaz could think of a plan even when their backs were against the wall.

        His brow furrowed slightly, fingers tapping gently against the glass in his hand. Their backs were against the wall. The would-be-saint had run off. But there had been talk of another running with her. The gossips in the bar had mentioned a tracker. One that Kirigin had been using for a secret mission. That was something they could use. 

        This tracker had to be someone important to her. It had to be someone that they could use. Someone who could lead them just where they needed to be. But how did one track a tracker? How did they find the two?

        The docks. They would be escaping Ravka as soon as they possibly could. All they would have to do was wait at the docks. There would be a way across the Fold, one that the Sun Summoner and her tracker would use. The trio could wait for them there, they could become part of the background. It was what they had done for years in the Barrel.

        "Plotting face?" Jesper spoke softly from somewhere above him.

        "Plotting face," Inej agreed. Kaz could almost hear the smile in her voice. She thought too highly of him. She thought that he was kind, that he was better than he was One day he would prove that he was the monster that the Barrel had made him. But until then he would take this kindness and cultivate it. 

        He needed loyalty in his crew. Loyalty would at least keep them from deserting him in whatever weak moments he may have.

        "Shut up," he hissed at the two as he moved to stand. He gripped the crow's head of his cane, heading outside with purpose in his stride. Inej and Jesper scrambled to follow after him. He could tell they were amused by his actions. After all, it was not every day that he proved them both right within seconds. Normally, he went out of his way to keep people questioning him. He hated to prove people right or wrong. He lived to be an enigma of sorts. If too many people assumed that they understood him, he would never have any sort of mystery in his name.

        Upon his exit from the bar, he noticed something that brought an overwhelming sense of both dread and morbid excitement to him. A carriage sat in front of the bar.

        A carriage with General Kirigin's crest on the side. The sun in eclipse had never been more deadly nor more beautiful to him.

        He glanced once at Jesper before looking away again. Jesper seemed to understand. He slid one of the beautiful Zemeni revolvers from its holster before heading to the carriage. Jesper was the one who could go around it without arousing suspicion. The Darkling hadn't seen him except for the briefest of seconds in the dark of the night.

        Inej slipped away from him as well, heading up to the rooftops. The Wraith watched over him as though she were a guardian angel. Kaz Brekker knew that he did not deserve to be guarded by angels or Saints. He deserved demons, monsters. After all, he could rule over them with a smile and a smirk.

        While Jesper gathered intel from whoever may have been in the carriage, Kaz slipped away from the scene. Despite his leg, he found that he could travel at a quick pace when the need arose. He wanted to find the General. Wanted to know just what he knew about the whole thing. Even if he knew that could be a death sentence.

        Kaz was not afraid of death. He knew that his time would come sooner or later. He just had priorities before the Saints took him from the mortal plane. He needed to dethrone Rollins, needed to be better than every other boss in the Barrel. But most of all, he needed to prove himself to Jordie.

        Finding Kirigin did not take long. In fact, it did not take any effort whatsoever. It felt as though he had turned a corner and there he was. Kaz was almost frightened at how quickly he had shown up. Almost, but not quite.

        "You," his voice was a hiss. Kirigin was glaring at him, those eyes deep and dark enough that it reminded Kaz of the Fold. "You slimy little rat. Where is she? What've you done with her?" It took him a moment to realize that Kirigin meant Alina Starkov. The would-be-saint. 

        "She doesn't like being anyone's prisoner it would seem," Kaz stated as he leaned lazily against his cane. While he looked like the picture of contentment, his heart was pounding. He had learned long ago to not allow his anxieties to play on his face. It was easier when he looked as though he could care less about anything that was going on. That and it helped to piss people off. A pissed-off person was more likely to reveal their plans. Pride and anger got more people into trouble than anyone had ever cared to realize.

        Kirigin began to walk towards him. Long legs causing long strides. The darkness of his shadows seemed to build around him as though they were living. Kaz wanted to throw up at the sight. "Give her back to me or your friends will meet a very sticky end."

        Kaz's stare was bored although his palms were sweaty in his gloves. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and run as far as possible from this place. "I don't have the girl. I don't have friends. Threaten someone with something to lose next time." His gravelly voice came out rougher, the telltale sign of his lies. He hated that he still had a tell. He had worked for years to get rid of all of them.

        He did have something to lose. All he had built could come crumbling down if he wasn't careful. He'd already put up the club in order to bring Inej along. 

        Kirigin snarled at him, a curse rising on his lips. Kaz did not need to be warned twice. He knew danger when he saw it. While most would assume that he did not have a sense of self-preservation, mainly because of how intense most of his plans seemed to be, he had quite an intense one. He would not let anyone kill him. Not anytime soon. Kaz was supposed to be the one who brought destruction to those who were not expecting it. He was not supposed to be the one who managed to get caught in the crossfires.

        He flung his arm out, tossing down a flash bomb that his demolition man in Kerch had made him. He only had a few left, only to be used in case of emergency. The Darkling baring down at him? Yes, that counted as an emergency.

        Kaz fled the scene as quickly as he could while Kirigin was blinded. He found himself back in the square, Jesper stood grinning far too widely with a book in his hand. Inej looked worse for wear, a haunted look in her eye and anxious energy surrounding her. They had been caught unaware. Kaz could not help but to blame himself for it. He should have expected some sort of attack after last night. After all, they had been seen running from the palace around the time the Sun Summoner had gone missing. They had targets on their backs.

        "We need to leave, now," Inej twirled one of her knives as she spoke. Kaz nodded once before he motioned for the two to follow after him.

        "Why not steal a carriage?" Jesper spoke as they ran past stables, his breath coming in soft pants that Kaz found somewhat annoying. The whole question was annoying. The situation itself was enough to darken his normally foul mood.

        "It's what they expect of us after last night," Kaz stated as they slipped out of the town's gates. His chest burned, his leg ached, but none of it would make him slow. Not until they got somewhere they could hide long enough to figure out just what to do. 

        The three rushed into the forest, taking a moment to catch their breath once they were deep within the confines of the forest. Kaz knew that this was a stupid plan. He knew that they needed to be careful. With the Darkling at their back, they were in more trouble than he had originally believed. Yet, there was nothing they could do but try to find Alina. They had to figure out how to get her back and return to Kerch. They had to figure out if they even wanted to.

        Inej was beginning to break. He could tell by the look in her eye and the set of her square jaw. He wondered why she still believed in her Saints. They had clearly forsaken her. So why did she find it within herself to be so pious? Why did she want anything to do with them? With any of it?

        Questions he would never ask seemed to crowd his mind. He had trouble with that. He thought too much about too many things. It was normally a useful tool. He was able to see past things that most people didn't. He was able to find the smallest details and then exploit them. It had helped when he was rising in rank. It had helped him to capture the Barrel.

        "Where do we go now?" Jesper questioned, his chest heaving as he panted. His eyes were wild, glancing at everything at once and seeing nothing. Kaz knew that Jesper often had trouble sitting still. He knew the sharpshooter needed to feel something moving at all times, whatever it was matching the beat of his heart.

        "We continue to the docks. But we do so silently. We'll board whatever we can find to get us across the Fold. The Saint and her Tracker should make an appearance at some point," Kaz brushed the head of his cane off. Dust from his flash bomb still coated the surface. "We stick to the plan. We can outrun Kirigin and his Grisha as long as we keep our heads and avoid detection."

        He stared at the sharpshooter as he spoke. Out of the three of them, Jesper was the most likely to be caught. He had a way of drawing attention to himself. That was the one thing they did not need. Having all of Ravka's Second Army coming after them would only lead to losing the club. And possibly their lives. That strangely did not affect Kaz as much as it should have. He was at risk of losing his life every day he stayed at the top of the Dregs.

        "Okay," Inej breathed out through her nose, a sure sign that she wasn't happy. "So our entire plan is to wait it out?" 

        "Sometimes inaction can be the greatest action," Kaz stated as he began to walk away. They had to get moving before the sun went down. He didn't fancy being caught outdoors during winter in Ravka. Kerch got cold enough. Ravka, on the other hand, had nights that were below freezing in the depths of winter. Being turned into a frozen crow did not sound appealing to him.

        "I don't think now is one of those times," Jesper spoke as he and Inej followed after Kaz. "We'll freeze our assess off before we get there."

        "That would keep you from talking at least," Kaz grumbled as they trekked through the forest. He could feel Jesper's glare. Normally, he would have intimidated him or done something cruel in response. He did not have the energy. If his sharpshooter wanted to waste energy hating him, so be it. They would get out of this alive. They would keep the Crow Club. He wouldn't let them fail. Even if it meant alienating the only friends he'd ever had.

        Kaz didn't believe in friendship. It was a waste of time. He had people who were loyal to him. People he could hold at arm's length. They could betray him but they could never tell anyone his secrets. They'd only ever be able to reveal an idea of who Dirtyhands was. No one would ever know the truth behind the Bastard of the Barrel. It was safer that way. Lonely, but safer. Jordie should've been the same way. Maybe then Kaz wouldn't be so alone in this damned world.

        Thoughts of Jordie plagued him as they journeyed for three days. 

        It was three days of hell. Of breaking into random barns and sleeping on floors that smelled of shit and hay. It had been trekking through mud and snow, being near blinded by a blizzard, and foraging for food when they couldn't risk showing their faces in a town. Kaz had counted down the days till they had reached civilization. He had not been made for foraging and hiding in the dirt. The farm had never been what he had wanted. It never would be.

        Inej was the one who got them lodging. A vacant house nearer to the Fold than anywhere else. Its occupants had been devoured by the Volcra. Kaz didn't care about the ghosts. The house didn't smell of hay or animal excrement. It would do.

        There had been no talk of the Saint coming to town. No one had heard anything about a tracker either. The gossip in the tavern stayed focused on who was sleeping with who, who was with child, and who owed money to the crown. None of it mattered to him. None of these people were important enough to him. They weren't pigeons to swindle or those who would have any knowledge of the would-be-saint. All they were was normal, everyday people going about their shitty lives. Kaz couldn't hate them for not knowing anything and yet, he found them completely and utterly horrid. 

        The tavern the trio of crows found themselves in was as dank and depressing as every other tavern they'd seen. The lights flickered, the chairs creaked, and the glasses were more grime than glass. It was enough to make anyone's stomach turn. Yet, it was also the one place that reminded any of them of home. The Barrel was home if they liked it or not. Most of the time, it was something that everyone hated.

        Everyone wanted out of the Barrel. Yet very few ever made it out. Kaz knew he would never get out. His heart belonged there. All the torn, shredded, dirty pieces of it. There had never been anywhere else for him. There never would be.

        "Are you sure she'll show up here?" Inej questioned from her seat across from Kaz. She had a drink in her hands, although she stared into it as though it held every answer she'd ever searched for. He doubted she would actually drink it any time soon. Although, she had been known to surprise him.

        "If she doesn't come of her own accord," Kaz began, staring at the patrons of the bar as he spoke, "then Kirigin will bring her. She's his great victory. He's a narcissist, he'll be determined to show her off. To end the Fold and claim Ravka as his own."

        "Shouldn't we help her then?" 

        "No," he hadn't told her of the club. Hadn't told her what was at risk should they fail. No, he'd kept that to himself. It was his burden to bear. "She's the mark. She's not a damsel in distress."

        The tavern door opened, spilling fresh sunlight into the darkness. He nearly winced at the golden light. A woman slipped in, a cloak covering her head. He could see golden hair underneath it, strands falling down her shoulders despite whatever attempts had been made to pull it back. 

        The woman walked with an easy elegance, her feet barely touching the floor as she strode to the bar. He didn't hear what she ordered, didn't know what she said to the barkeep. He just saw the way the man sneered, the way her fingers twitched. Instead of reaching for a knife, as he had assumed she would, she tossed a coin onto the bar.

        Kaz knew he should look away from her but there was something there. Something that tugged at his brain. He recognized something about the woman. That alone could be dangerous. She may have been a Grisha in disguise. Someone who was looking for them as a favor to Kirigin.

        The woman turned once she got her drink, her eyes scanning the bar and landing on their table. The hood of her cloak concealed her face and yet, he could feel her gaze upon him. His spine stiffened as she made her way towards them. Her graceful walk almost looked like a dance. 

        A sinking feeling began in the pit of his stomach.

        "Mr. Vanzin," Anastasia Lantsov lowered her hood, a smile playing on her lips, "I've been looking for you."

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