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lunarthecorvus · 6 months
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Calling ALL six of crows fic reader/writers. I, an avid soc fic reader, am desperate for some six of crows or zoyalai fic recommendations. PLEASE help <3
(I have read DWOD)
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hyper-fixated-princess · 11 months
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I’m at the point where I’m not sure if what I know is actually canon or if it was something I read in an emotionally wrecking one shot on the Ao3 at 04:13 am
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ravenyenn19 · 9 months
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So… can’t stop thinking about this head cannon I realized I have.
If Kaz and Inej have kids (whether adopted or biological)… I personally think that their son &/or daughter would be the Grishaverse embodiment of Indiana Jones/ Lara Croft.
Let me tell you why bc I’m not wrong:
The love of complex puzzles from Kaz & climbing/fighting of Inej.
Lara’s long hair??? Indy’s obsession with his hat??? Come on now.
The potential for 💰 in the antiquities hunting field/ the desire for financial freedom comes from Kaz HOWEVER the appreciation for culture & peoples from all over comes from Inej.
A Kanej child would ABSOLUTELY use a forking ice pick as a weapon like Lara??? (I feel less inclined on Indy’s whip but in a pinch they would be aces with it.)
The DESIRE TO TRAVEL THE WORLD COMES FROM MAMA ‘NEJ.
IMAGINE THE LOCK PICKING SKILLS THESE KIDS WOULD HAVE FROM DA???
The TRICK SHOTS WITH REVOLVERS FROM UNCLE JES?
THE PEOPLE SKILLS & LANGUAGE LESSONS FROM AUNTIE NEENS??
THE ABILITY TO CONSTRUCT/COMBINE THINGS IN A PINCH FOR EXPLOSIVE EFFECTS FROM UNCLE WY??
I’m right.
Validate me & I might write this along with my Alby Rollins 1920’s-esque Ketterdam fic. 👀👀
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Okay I’ve been toying with an idea for a Six of Crows au post-Crooked Kingdom where Van Eck won for a little while now and yeah idk but I had a scene idea come to me just now so I’m gonna write it here to see what you guys think and if there’s any interest then I might add it to my list of fics to write
This feels like a weird introduction but, er, here we go:
Inej knew the moment Kaz got home. There were no longer any crowds in the house to come to attention at his entrance, or if there were then no-one had bothered to come down to the half-room and tell Inej, but she could hear his voice drifting through the vents as soon as the door upstairs banged shut behind him.
“Where’s Inej?”
“Where do you think?” Matthias’ reply came roughly, and Inej could all but picture the disapproving grimace that must be crossing his face about now.
Let him judge. She didn’t need to leave the half-room, and for as long as that was true she wouldn’t. The vents did not give her every room though, and she did miss gathering her secrets. She wondered if there was anyone else in the house, but the five of them. Five? She stopped and counted them on her fingers. Yes, five. Hopefully still five. Inej had not bothered to leave the half-room in days, and no-one had been down to see her since yesterday morning.
She heard the door click open behind her, of course, but she did not bother to look up as Dirtyhands entered the room.
“Wraith,”
“Don’t you read the papers, Kaz?” Inej asked, without turning, “The Wraith is dead,”
She stood up, hand wandering across the table for her little pot of jurda. It tasted like shit and it wasn’t nearly as strong as she wanted it to be, but it took less than a month for the price of the blossoms to surpass the height of the stars so she’d have to make do with whatever they had left.
“Inej-”
“They found her body on the steps outside the Church of Barter almost three months ago, remember?” she finally turned to face Kaz, unscrewing the lid on the little silver pot as she did so, “Killed by some mercenary called the White Blade, who still hasn’t been found by they way in case you haven’t seen the latest. I guess it’s difficult to catch a ghost,”
Difficult to catch a wraith.
“We’ve had this conversation several times, Inej-”
“And we’re going to have it again,”
Inej placed an orange jurda blossom on her tongue, then offered the open container to Kaz. It was almost empty. He waved her off.
“I thought you didn’t go in for that sort of thing,”
Inej shrugged.
“Gotta stay awake somehow, haven’t I? We’re busy,”
“We’re not on a job”
“We’re never on a job. Unless the reason you’ve bothered to grace me with your presence is a proposition?”
Kaz shook his head.
“I just wanted to tell you there’s no news,”
Inej looked away. There was never any news. And yet somehow she always expected differently.
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Probably,”
Inej caught another jurda blossom between her fingers. She needed to stay awake, because if she slept she would see him. She would see all the ways she’d failed.
“It wasn’t your fault, Inej, we’re having the same conversations on repeat can’t you see-,”
“And we’ll have them again,” she shrugged, “We will have this conversation again, Kaz, because I made a mistake and you are coddling me like a child who won’t be able cope if you tell them something was their fault. Tell me it was my fault, Kaz! We both know that it’s true,”
Kaz shook his head.
“I’d rather repeat the previous,”
“Then let’s,” snapped Inej, because hell if this jurda wasn’t strong enough to keep her awake then maybe an argument would be, “Let’s repeat the goddamn conversation, Kaz, because you’re right. We have the same two conversations on repeat and do you want to know why? Because I am owning up to the mistake I made and I am trying to deal with the consequences of it, but you had no right to do what you did, do you understand me? You messed up and you need to take some damn responsibility, because if you think-”
“You always knew Tailoring Dunyasha’s body to look like yours was a possibility for your escape option,” said Kaz, calmly.
She hated how quiet his voice was, how slow and deliberate he sounded next to the and ramblings that she could not stop from stumbling out of her.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” she hissed, slamming her jurda back down on the table.
“I couldn’t have done anything to stop that,”
“You could have tried,”
“Inej-”
“Shevrati,”
Know-nothing.
She waved a hand vaguely at the door.
“Get out,”
Kaz turned to leave, then paused.
“I am sorry, Inej. They’d like to see you upstairs, you know. Nina misses you,”
“Nina can come down here then,”
“Inej… I can’t do anything for you but apologise,”
“Keep you apologies,” she snarled, and when the door had closed behind him added: “Choke on them,”
Kaz could apologise all he wanted. She would not forgive him. What right did he have to expect anything different from her than this? Did any of them? Kaz had not had to watch his parents cry, as they carried home the body of a child that wasn’t theirs. Kaz had not had to feel the ironclad grip of the person he thought he’d trusted most in the world as they held him back and told him to swallow his sobs and keep quiet. Kaz had not given up and gone limp in their arms, a mess of tears and useless prayers, as he saw his parents slip from his grasp once again and knew that he would not have the chance to tell them truth.
Kaz had also not failed the others, and did not have to feel the truth of that choking him every time he saw them. Kaz had not spent almost three months barely daring to venture out of the half room, just so he would never have to lock eyes with Jesper Fahey. There was a scream inside Inej that had been slowly building itself since the day of the auction, and if she did not find a way to release it soon it may very well eat her alive.
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savethegrishaverse · 5 months
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We really cherish all that the writers have done for our fandom. The show writers, the author Leigh, and every fanfiction writer that helps tell the stories we love so dearly!
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simplydifficultme · 1 year
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I would just like to say I came up with a fantastic no beta tag and I highly encourage using it. The fic in question.
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copperiisulfate · 1 year
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I forget too often that Jesper is canonically Wylan’s sugar baby. Like. What. How does that work so well. Why isn’t Sugar Daddy Wylan Van Eck an ao3 tag. I have so many questions.
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fanaddicted2000 · 1 month
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So... Is anyone gonna write that Kanej fic inspired by Too sweet by Hozier ?
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malconnorsupremacy · 10 days
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kanej hickie kanej hickies kanej-
this ask came in 1 month ago. i am happy to say i have finally obliged anon.
enjoy
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whosthatfunkyrat · 3 months
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The problem I have with modern SOC AU’s is - and no shade to modern AU’s, I do my part of partaking and writing them lmao but -
My problem is that when you pick Kaz up by the scruff and place him in a regular modern society he’s just so goofy looking sometimes. Like what’s this wet cat on about? Why’s he so mad??😭
And I don’t know why that is- I know his backstory could still work pretty well in a modern setting but somehow I feel like he just becomes even more an asshole with so much less to offer. He’s too close to me in a modern setting- he feels like any other dick I’ve ever met.
Does anyone else get this??? Pls Tell me I’m not crazy😭
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polycrowtruther · 1 month
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“I’m sorry, I’m just having a… hard time understanding this,” Nina said slowly, “You two work for - ”
“Work ed for, past tense,” The taller one corrected, “We work for Brekker, now.”
“Right,” rubbing her brow exasperatedly, Nina tried again, “You two worked for Eric Verzamelaar, the run-of-the-mill investment banker who keeps half of Ketterdams’ books at the Exchange. But now you two work for Kaz, because last night you’re claiming your old boss ‘kidnapped’ him, tortured him, and was subsequently killed by our boss throwing a steel cart through his head?”
“Yes, but there’s more to it than that!” The smaller one groaned, “And if you’d let us finish - ”
“I think we would have noticed if Brekker was kidnapped,” Matthias shook his head, his voice firm but kind. “I’m sorry but you must be mistaken.”
“Would you?” The taller one bit out, eyes narrowing, “Cause last night he was, and none of you seem too concerned about it. I thought you lot were supposed to be his crew, or something.”
(Read the rest of "The Spirit of Grief" over on Ao3 - a continuation of my "Shadow of Yotsuya" storyline)
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lunarthecorvus · 7 months
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Six Of Crows Fanfic - Alternate Universe- Future fic - Kanej, Helnik, and Wesper children - Ketterdam Based
Part 2 of the Six of Crows fic rec series <3
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I adore this series. Its about the Kanej, Helnik, and Wesper children (they're about 17- 18yrs). Basically, the kids are best friends / siblingy and hang out. They get into trouble, and it's just fluff. I LOVE IT. The children are so like they're parents and their dynamics are so entertaining. Would definitely recommend it if it sounds like something you'll enjoy. The author is so nice
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lynsstrange · 8 months
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quick absolutely unimportant unwarranted and definitely theoretical question: of which of these au premises might sound the most interesting for a soc fic?
band au would be on the longer side, might follow events from the book more closely. more serious and angsty. random thought but idk what genre their band would be. maybe like indie rock?
all-happen-to-be-employed-at-the-same-coffee shop au- medium length, probably would focus on a new plot just using the characters backstories. some fluff, and a bit of drama and angst to go around.
twitch streamers au (i say this as an almost entirely non-gamer writer who just likes watching streams sometimes) short, mostly fluffy one-shots, and again, just using the characters' backstories/arcs
modern-day prison break au- likely pretty long, probably would be the darkest/most dramatic one out of the options.
tlou. fic. stfu.
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ravenyenn19 · 11 months
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Six of Crows future head cannon:
Alby Rollins joins the Dregs.
Picture it: 1920’s-esque Ketterdam, 10 years post Sweet Reef/ Ice Court. Slick Rolls Royce cars line the cobbled streets, a city spiraling toward a new age. Rain drenches the obscure signs & hidden arrows pointing to the Speak-Easy halls. In a time of prohibition… down, down, down must one go in the Barrel to find the most notorious of them all. A slice of sin, six feet under. A crowd drunk off vice served in black tea cups.
The young man walks into Kaz Brekker’s office (after fighting his way there), sits himself in a chair opposite a great obsidian desk. Winded & lip still bleeding from his tousle with the men at the doors, Alby wheezes: “Teach me.”
In turn, A near 30 year old Kaz smirks. “I thought lions preferred their pride.”
Alby, barely pushing 17, gives a smile of a golden boy, nervous but strong enough to hold the gaze of a devil. (He’s practiced.) “I thought Crows scavengers. Here I am, a shine for the taking.”
“Still have that crow, little lion?” A feminine shadow whispers from the corner. Unnoticed by the young man previously, he clicks his teeth but still refuses to show fear. A serpent-like bead of sweat slides down his spine, a shiver chasing after. He holds firm, biting his cheek to hide the startle.
He knows this shadow, this phantom. She haunted him, once.
“I buried it with my father,” the Kaelish prince whispers, “or rather, in place of him. Never did find a body. Pity.” He shrugs.
Kaz’s eyes glint like a cat’s, his smile a loaded gun. A gloved hand stretches halfway across the table in offering. “All right, cub. What do you want?”
Alby reaches forward, feeling the cold black leather of Dirtyhands’ grip between his fingers. The moment is a stormy crossroads, a whip between his shoulders reminiscent of his father’s favorite belt. He smiles, for this is a pain Alby has been walking toward since the day he woke up clutching stuffed black feathers.
(His blood never did bleed emerald.)
More than one answer to Kaz’s stinging question come to mind, nettles along the path of his thoughts. Yet, only one pricks Alby into speaking, the rage in his voice real rather than bravado. “Revenge.”
The Wraith giggles roughly, slipping herself to the arm of Kaz’s chair on silent feet. Alby swallows.
“On me?” The leader of the Dregs rasps, a brow peaked with amusement. His wife smiles with closed lips, knives glinting along her body like hungry specters. For here, her teeth are shown. Alby knows she Captain’s a fleet of the deadliest ships in the True Sea. He drags his gaze from her quickly.
“No.” Alby stutters, but he does not lie. Kaz Brekker bested his abusive father, and he does not care about Pekka’s death. In fact, sitting with the suspected murderers, Alby finds he rather prefers their company.
Kaz reclines in his chair, a hand lazily splayed on Captain Ghafa’s knee. He regards Alby with black eyes, a sharpness that pierces through his strength but doesn’t shatter it. A blade meant to probe. A test of mettle. Alby has waited too long for this audience, he cannot lose it. A moment passes.
Dirtyhands looks to his wife, his Wraith. She quirks her head in the silent exchange. Six heart beats have passed, and Alby Rollins is certain he won’t leave this room. He waits for the snap of a cane to bank his vision, a warm blanket of red to cover him from the jugular down.
He waits for death, but does not invite it. It does not come.
Instead, a voice like choking smoke, “Then let us begin.”
Alby Rollins releases a breath. His knuckles loosen in parts. A tattooist is called in.
The Crow & Cup bleeds as it settles, accepting the fresh skin as it’s master’s tithe.
Alby sits taller, a prince of a different kind, a darker throne.
I don’t make the rules but this is now my personal agenda & important that u agree
Crap now I have to put it in a fic
Should I do it?
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savethegrishaverse · 6 months
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Just a reminder that @savesabshipweek put together a lovely week of content for us creators to interact with to save our favorite ships! Go out and make what you love to prepare for the coming week - and don't forget to share it with us!
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ao3statistics · 4 months
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Who does Kaz Brekker love the most?
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I wasn't quite sure what you wanted, so you get both: Ships and the statistics for that one tag "Kaz Brekker loves...".
Date: 07.01.2024
The first chart is literally based on a single tag on Ao3. Just saying... it's for funsies.
I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.
Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only. Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.
Includes all popular Ao3 tags directly connected to the tag "Kaz Brekker loves *xy*".
Results for the pairing "KB/Reader" and "KB/You" were added up, as were the results for female and male OC's.
Poly ships were included (as you can see).
More charts will follow. :)
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