#sorry wylan YOU SHOULD BE HERE TOO

[jakescakeislateforourdate]

Kaz Brekker and His Stupid Nicknames

In attempts to show you some love, kaz reverts to the most boyish and juvenile confession he can manage: name calling.

Idiot

Kaz has no idea what he’s doing. This feeling that you give him is bad. It’s weakness. So he tries to kill by convincing himself that you are nothing. He calls you idiot or imbecile right and left, hoping his brain will understand that you’re of no use to him.

But that’s not true because he thinks you’re brilliant.

Most commonly he uses it on heists. You save his sorry hide and because the phrase “thank you” does not exist in his vocabulary he simply says

“Try not to die, idiot! Don’t wanna drag your corpse outta here.”

Kaz thinks he’s slick. Hiding his silly little crush like this. He’s being a jerk and belittling you. No one would glance twice because he was just being classic Dirtyhands.

Wrong

Nina notices first. It reminds her of the young grisha boys who don’t know how to flatter a girl so they simply yank on fistfuls of hair or scream obscenities.

She thinks it’s stupidly adorable; making jabs at Kaz that he deflects easily. But she knows. She sees it clear as day.

Pest

Flea is a bit too mean but pest implies enough how irritable you make him. It implies that you’re swarming his thoughts and plaguing his dreams.

“You’re such a pest!”

You’re not. You’re anything but. From your stupid face that makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees you to the stupid things you say the awaken butterflies in his stomach. So irritating. So dumb.

Inej discovers next. She notices how Kaz can’t keep his eyes off of you. She notices how his lips twitch every time he calls you a name, like he meant to say something else entirely. She finally picks up on Nina’s jokes. They whisper to each other when Nina feels his heart beat faster.

Dummy

He’s got it down bad.

This term is affectionate. Less cruel than idiot. More teasing. Kaz knows that you know that he believes you to be fantastic. Why else would he keep you around? Why keep sending you on jobs? Why keep you right by his side at all times?

“Right here next to me, dummy.”

He doesn’t proclaim it so loudly anymore. He doesn’t need all of Ketterdam to think he’s parading around a so called idiot crow. It’s for you and only you.

Which is why the ever observant Wylan Van Eck finds out next. He watches Kaz mumble under his breath when he calls you dummy. It reminds Wylan of how Jesper flirts.

Wylan smiles to himself when he ponders the moments he glimpses. Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, a secret softie.

“Don’t want the dummy to get hurt now do we?”

It’s like a romance novel playing out right before Wylan’s eyes. And while he doesn’t make jokes, he chuckles whenever Nina says something witty that makes Kaz’s eye twitch.

Darling

The first time Kaz calls you this it’s a complete accident. He was just minding his own business filling out some paperwork and trying to get you out of his head. You come into his office needing to ask him a few questions about the upcoming heist when

BAM!

“What do you need, darlin’?”

You freeze and moments go by as it sinks in. Kaz is horrified. As it dawns on him his ears and cheeks go cherry red. It was so casual. So easy to say.

You blink at each other and you smile.

“Call people that often?” You’re so bright.

Kaz glowers and lowers his gaze, shaking his head.

“Scram.”

He flicks his hand toward the door and picks his pen back up.

“Not until you answer me.”

So bold of you. Kaz takes a deep breath and rocks back in his chair. This is a weakness. He should stamp it out. But one glance your hopeful face and he’s caving.

“Only you. Now scram, darling!”

This would be when Jesper notices. He overhears Kaz say it just once and that’s all it takes. Kaz calling someone darling. So sweet and sentimental there’s no possible way it’s true.

But when Jesper looks around and Nina and Inej and Wylan giggling and teasing, the pieces fall into place.

Oh

Oh it’s so cute

So fueling to Jesper’s teasing.

Jesper likes to push Kaz by flirting with you. He just wants to watch Kaz marinate in his childish anger and fess up about what’s going on. The only person who doesn’t know is Matthias if Nina hasn’t spoiled it.

Angel

Oh how the hearts swoon. Kaz finally weak in both knees. This name is used whenever you’re about to do something dangerous or during reunions.

Kaz can’t clutch you in his arms like he wants to. Can’t kiss you and drown you in affection like he craves. So he puts it all into one little word and hopes you get it.

“Be safe my angel.” Or “Glad you’re alive, angel.”

He used it pretty sparingly. There’s not many moments where you’re apart anymore so it’s a rare word.

It’s almost a little to cheesy and cliche for him but he uses it regardless because he likes to see you beam.

This is when the team recognizes it as a whole. Including Matthias who was clueless up until he witnessed it first hand.

Dirtyhands soft in the heart.

Last but certainly not least

Honey

This is code for Kaz wanting a domestic moment. Quiet time in the Slat while he helps you clean up after dinner or iron out his button-up shirts.

This is most likely when Kaz would show physical affection.

His gloved hands on your hips as he whispers in your ear,

“Honey, I love you.”

He only says it when he knows no one will hear. It is only for your ears. Only for you to know. Because this word is a dream.

It’s symbolic of the life Kaz wants to give you. Security. Safety. He wants an honest life with you. One you can be proud of. He’d really like to marry you and stay with you forever.

He wraps you in his arms, guarded by the sleeves of his shirt.

It’s hope for the chance at touching without the armor.

He spins you around and kisses your lips. Soft and sweet and slow.

Honey honey honey

It’s his favorite. No other name could compare. Not idiot, not pest, not dummy, not angel or even darling.

Something about the promise of a future warms him and suddenly his weakness doesn’t seem so bad any longer.

Honorable mentions: sweetheart, love, doll, sweet pea, investment

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #kaz x reader #yourfellowfandomfiend

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

Six of Crows Russian Edition

Today I found this gorgeous gem at the bookstore!

So a few years ago I moved overseas to live in a Russian speaking country. I am not in Russia, for the record. The national language here is not Russian, but it is commonly spoken in my city.

Today at the bookstore I looked for a copy of Crooked Kingdom for the cast of Shadow and Bone to sign this May when I go to A Storm of Shadows and Crows convention in Paris. I don't own a copy of SOC or KC in English and there's no chance of finding one where I live. The next best option was getting a book in the local language and calling it a souvenir of my time abroad. To my delight I found this lovely Russian edition of Six of Crows!

More stunning artwork below.

There were multiple versions of the books to choose from. The original art and the Netflix artwork were available too. The most impressive part was finding copies of the original covers WITHOUT the Netflix sticker. (Haha, suck it Netflix.) To the right, not pictured were King of Scars and Rule of Wolves.

I've never seen this cover variation before. It was an exciting find!

The Russian version I bought is illustrated by (I assume Russian?) artist Eva Eller.

I didn't see a copy of Crooked Kingdom with illustrations by the same artist at this bookstore, but it must exist. Mine was the last copy of SOC with the Russian artwork. Maybe it was sold out?

Google Translate titles the book Six of Ravens, lol. But that's just a translation error because a little google-foo showed that ворона (pronounced vorona) means crow. Interestingly, while typing the title, I learned that вор (pronounced vor) means thief. Interesting how similar the words crow and thief are in Russian. Checks out.

Above is the art printed on the side of the pages. Love how it still includes the side of the pages colored, just like the original books.

The hardcover underneath the jacket is a crow. It's not the same as pictured on the original CK cover, but it is similar. Love the messy, broken, bent feathers, yet the crow is still able to fly. Metaphor for our six characters? Absolutely!

The book was wrapped in cellophane so I didn't realize there was even more art inside! Here is the inner cover. IT'S BEAUTIFUL! The back is the same. It captures the foggy haze of Ketterdam so well.

The flaps of the book jacket are images from the inner cover. But there's a cracked texture over them that gives it a gorgeous grittiness.

The candle is the left side of the inner book jacket. Sorry the image isn't flat, I didn't want to damage the jacket by straightening it out.

The right side of the book jacket shows all the Crows!

Let's appreciate how Matthias looks snow pale and serious. Inej is taller than Nina -- she must be standing on a step stool. No clue why both of their eyes are closed, especially when Nina is the one pointing to the paper. They are lovely. Kaz has on his scheming face. Jesper is as handsome as every version of him should be. And Wylan looks bored AF because A.) he's already memorized the map he drew or B.) he can't read whatever document Kaz has in front of them. Wait, no, Wylan is making heart eyes at Jesper. All of the above can be true.

Inside is a small illustration at the beginning of each chapter, which changes with each section.

You can also see the Crow's names written in Cyrillic. Inej, Kaz, Nina, and Matthias translate easily. Jesper uses the д (letter D) and ж (pronounced like zhe) letter combination that makes his name sound like Zhesper since there is no J in Cyrillic. It's worth pointing out (again) that Wylan's name does not translate perfectly. There is no W in the Cyrillic alphabet. (As someone who also has a W in their name, I sympathize with Wylan here.) I'm no expert in Russian, but I'm pretty sure -- with the help of google translate -- that Wylan is pronounced as Oo-ai-len. Poor boy can't catch a break.

Each of the five section of the book use different chapter art. They all do an excellent job capturing the atmosphere.

The paper is so thin that you can easily see the printing on the opposite side. Not ideal for an edition that's otherwise this lovely. Oh well.

Given that Ravka is fantasy Russia, it's not a surprise to find the Grisha Verse books in Russian.

I am so excited to bring this book to Paris for the cast to sign!

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone

[beefboyandbabygirl]

can i request pleasee? wonwoo oneshot based on taylor swift's song "the very first night" because i'm in need of smutty with extra fluffy in it ☹️😔

Very First Night

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

pairing: ex!wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, exes to lovers

warnings: this is SMUT MDNI!, oral (f receiving), regular smegular missionary, making out, exes getting back together, brief mentions of clubbing and alcohol, petnames (baby, darling)

quotes from beefboy: "it's FIERCE" (sorry thats the only one i dont feel like scrolling thru all our messages AHHA)

wordcount: 1k

a/n: first request yaaay!! i know im a little late into the game by now (my summer vacay is pretty packed lol), but in case ur confuuuuused, hiii im the bbygirl to the beefboy (aka user @joshibambi), im taking care of all the requests xx. And im gonna be v honest here and say i hadn't heard this song until this request lol, but i took this task SERIOUSLY and i love basing fics on songs (i make a playlist for all of beefboys fics, its true), so like keep em coming. i rlly hope u like it!! (this was a v long a/n lmao i promise they wont all b like this).

You watched his name on your phone screen, displayed in your contacts in a row amongst many other w-names. Wiliam, Wade, Walter- Who the fuck was Wylan? You tried to pay attention to any other name but his.

Wonwoo.

And then you thought, fuck it. It wasn’t like things had ended on bad terms. They had ended on we-are-busy-and-maybe-we-should-try-something-new terms. It was easy. An honest talk on the couch during a chilly Friday afternoon, and you had decided it was the best option. For the both of you.

And it was only after the fourth weekend out with your friends after the breakup, you realized what had happened.  

You missed him. You missed him so bad, you wished you could abandon the strong drinks and sweaty air of the bar that reminded you so much of your very first night with him. But you didn’t. You didn’t say a word as you danced under flashes of pink and red with strangers. Nobody knew.

Nobody knew how much you missed him. Not until now.

“Hello?” 

He sounded confused, maybe even a little startled when he answered your call. Maybe you should have told your friends so they could have talked you out of this afterall.

“Hey Wonwoo.”

“Hey…”

You realized you hadn’t actually planned what you were going to do from here. 

“Do you- Like, wanna come over?”

It went silent on the other end again, and the question echoed in your head, suddenly sounding pretty wrong.

“I mean- Not like that, just like if you wanna talk, you know? Catch up and stuff, I just wanna make sure you’re okay and-“

“Y/n, let me stop you right there.”

Well. That didn’t seem too good.

“I, uh- Okay, fuck, this is really embarrasing, but I’m- I’m already here.”

“…What the fuck?”

“Yeah, and I was gonna do this whole- I don’t know this whole thing, and now you’ve ruined it, actually. So thank you.”

The familiar sarcastic tone of his voice made you giggle as you got up from the couch and sauntered towards the door.

“Really? What kinda thing?”

You were teasing him now, but hell, you had already decided to call your ex on a lonely late night. Might as well go all out.

“This whole…Romantic thing, I know it’s stupid, I’m sorry, but I just-“

Before he could continue, you pushed the door open, and there he was. Not a particularly spectacular sight, to the average person. Dressed in sweats with his glasses (your favorite pair. The slutty ones), sliding down his nose a little, exposing the fact that he probably ran all the way up the stairs. 

And still he was beautiful. The most beautiful you’d ever seen him.

“…So do we talk first, or do you wanna-?”, he asked. 

“I was thinking fuck first, talk second?”

“I wanna kiss you first though.”

“Kissing is an integral part of sex.”

“I know, but I wanna kiss you now.”

“Was that your romantic thing? Burst into my apartment and kiss me?”

He shrugged.

“I figured you’d like it.”

You took a step closer to him.

“You were right.”

At some point during the kiss you both made it past your doorstep, lips pressed together tightly and limbs intertwined in all sorts of impossible ways. 

Once again you were brought back to your first night together. How you practically jumped into his car, and he pressed the gas as hard as he could, and the lights and neon signs were so pretty it felt like they were there just for you. How you stumbled through the hotel room door all smitten and giggling, the sounds of the busy city life behind the window not even coming close to drowning out the sound of your pounding hearts. It was written in the sky that night, the longing, the want, the need you felt for each other. 

You were brought back to the present when the air got punched out of your lungs, as your back hit the mattress of your bed. Wonwoo crawled on top of you, his eyes meeting yours. 

You kissed again. Your limbs intertwined again, and clothes flew all over your room as you scrambled to get back to each other after all this time. you knew then and there that your very first night together was going to be incomparable to this feeling. This feeling, in this moment. 

His lips kissed their way down your body, not leaving a single spot missed until he met your clit, his nose brushing against it ever so lightly. 

“Don’t tease, Won- Ah.”

He couldn’t dream of teasing. Not now, when you were right here, and even though he didn’t get to tell you the words he had memorized, he couldn’t really care. Not when all he could think of at this moment, with his lips wrapped around your clit and tongue prodding at your hole, was you.

“God, so fucking good, missed this fucking pussy”, he mumbled into your dripping core as you gripped his hair tighter and gave in to the inevitable urge to grind against his tongue. 

“I know you’re close baby, come on. Cum for me darling.”

With one last flick of his skilled tongue you were falling over the edge, a rush running through your body that couldn’t compete with any other feeling.

Still in a daze, his chin coated in your wetness, Wonwoo made his way back up your body until his lips were on your neck and his hard cock was grinding against you. 

“Need you Won, need you so bad, please.”

Your voice was barely a whisper, as you ran your nails down his toned back and nipped at his earlobe in a desperate attempt to get him to do something. Anything. Everything.

“I know, I know. Need you too baby, you have no idea.”

He was almost panting, and soon enough his struggling breaths became a long content sigh as your sweet pleas and whines had him pushing into you, your familiar warmth sucking him in.

His thrusts were sharp and deep and fucking perfect. You didn’t want it fast, didn’t want it hard or rough, you wanted it real, wanted it to be just him and you and nothing else.

“Do you know-“

Now he was truly out of breath, heavy sighs and grunts tumbling from his swollen lips right next to your ear as you shut your eyes in pleasure.

“-How much i missed you? Missed you so fucking much, I should have never, fuck, never let anything get in the way.”

God, how nice it felt to know he had missed you. And how nice it felt for someone to finally know how much you had missed him. 

Between a hundred more I missed you-es, you dragged each other through the fall, him after you (ever the gentleman), and between many quick kisses and a few drowsy ones you fell asleep in his arms. 

Just like the very first night.

#jeon wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #wonwoo fluff #svt x reader #svt smut #wonwoo oneshot #seventeen oneshot #bbygirl🦌

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Do you ever think of Wylan as one of the most mature crows at the end of the books?

This is a really interesting question, and I think I would agree at least for the most part. Although all the crows undergo great personal development during the duology, I think that Wylan and Inej are the two left in the healthiest position they could be in at that time. The interesting thing about Wylan, for me at least, I’d the scene when Genya is tailoring him to lose Kuwei’s features and return to his own. In an attempt to encourage Jesper to tell her that he’s a Fabrikator, Wylan admits to Genya that he cannot read. Wylan, who at the end of soc was “red-faced” and “barely able to speak the words of his supposed affliction” (or something to that effect, sorry I don’t usually write these with the book on me to double check), is now able to openly admit it. He clearly struggles and Jesper describes him blushing and seeming visibly embarrassed, but he is still capable of so much more than he was previously. Genya’s reply is simply “that’s because no-one took the time to teach you”, and here’s the thing: I STRONGLY believe that the version of Wylan that existed at the end of soc would have stayed silent and let her believe that, but now he is able to correct her and say “lots of people took the time to teach me, it’s just something I can’t do”.

The nonchalence in Genya after this revelation is also massively important, because it shows Wylan that people will not always react like his father did. Because even though it didn’t change the Crows’ feelings for him, ultimately there people he already knew loved him and who were so different to his father in so many ways, including in their position in the world. But this is someone with no preconceived notions about him, high up in her government as his father is in theirs, and she simply does not care either way, it has no effect on her attitude or behaviour around him, and really that’s all that matters because they have no relationship. One of the saddest things about Wylan’s ending is that, even though he and Jesper are able to trick them, the Merchant Council react the exact same way to the suggestion that he can’t read that he feared they would - “How could you say such a thing about your own blood?”, as though it’s a horrendous insult. But having already admitted it to Genya shows Wylan that there’s a massive gulf between those who care wholly too much and judge him for it (his father, the council) and those who care in a support capacity but are entirely unaffected by it in their feelings towards him (crows, presumably his mother) and the people in that gulf simply don’t care. I think for a child who’s been scrutinised and judged and abused their entire life for not being enough, knowing that the vast amount of people don’t care what he’s going to amount to can be very empowering as long as he also knows that there are people who care in a supportive capacity as well.

I think this opens Wylan up to being able to mature more than the others since he’s found the power that will put him on the road to healing, as Inej has. For Jesper, the importance is that he has begun to look for that power - and will quite possibly find it in Wylan. However, I would always point out the immensity of Jesper requesting to have his money from the job put in his father’s name; is absolutely massive for him, it shows such a maturity to admit the problem even if he hasn’t found the way to healing yet, it’s incredibly important and should not be missed. For Kaz and Nina it feels a bit more complex to find their maturity, I think for Kaz there’s an want to find the oath to healing fighting against an active hatred of healing that’s been forced upon him by the city (I’ve talked about this a little bit before) and for Nina it gets more complex with the loss of Matthias, but I think she knows that she’ll find what she needs to in Fjerda and that’s the first step she needs to take. I also think that Matthias has undergone massive maturity before his death, and I’ve spoken about this a lot in my recent discussion of religion in the Grishaverse but he has undergone so much change and so much genuine improvement and attempts at improvement not only in acceptance but in his own well-being and starting to heal himself from us trauma as well. I think that if he hadn’t passed away he would’ve been a contender for most mature, but it’s also coping with his loss that has a massive impact on the maturity of the others.

I hope this made sense and thanks so much for your question! ❤️

#grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #nina zenik #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #wesper

[fantastic-nonsense]

What are five of your favourite Grishaverse quotes? Send this ask to 5 of your favourite grishaverse blogs!

Thank you so much for sending this, and sorry it took me such a long time to get to it 😭

Choosing was super hard because there are so many insanely good quotes in the books and I love several of them for very different reasons, but I'll try and give it a go anyways. So: five of my favorite Six of Crows quotes (because I still haven't read the SaB trilogy), in no particular order:

Kaz and Inej, on getting back up after a fall:

Get it together, Brekker, he scolded himself harshly. It didn’t help. He was going to faint again, and this would all be over. Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. “The trick is not getting knocked down,” he’d told her with a laugh. “No, Kaz,” she’d said, “the trick is in getting back up.” More Suli platitudes, but somehow even the memory of her voice helped. He was better than this. He had to be. Not just for Jordie, but for his crew. He’d brought these people here. He’d brought Inej here. It was his job to bring them out again. The trick is in getting back up. He kept her voice in his head, repeating those words, again and again, as he stripped off his boots, his clothes, and finally his gloves. -Ch. 22, Six of Crows

Matthias asking for mercy for monsters/the "we are all someone's monster" observation:

“Nina,” he said, hand still pressed over the smooth skin on his chest where a bullet wound should be. “Nina, please.” “You know they would not offer you mercy, Matthias.” “I know. I know. But let them live in shame instead.” She hesitated. “Nina, you taught me to be something better. They could be taught, too.” Nina shifted her gaze to his. Her eyes were ferocious, the deep green of forests; the pupils, dark wells. The air around her seemed to shimmer with power, as if she was alight with some secret flame. “They fear you as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina.” -Ch. 41, Six of Crows

Wylan and Kaz's entire conversation about disability and vulnerability while cracking Van Eck's safe:

He thumbed quickly through the ledger and said, “When people see a cripple walking down the street, leaning on his cane, what do they feel?” Wylan looked away. People always did when Kaz talked about his limp, as if he didn’t know what he was or how the world saw him. “They feel pity. Now, what do they think when they see me coming?” Wylan’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “They think they’d better cross the street.” Kaz tossed the ledger back in the safe. “You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. Help me with the painting.” They lifted the portrait back into place over the gaping hole in the safe. Martin Van Eck glared down at them. “Think on it, Wylan,” Kaz said as he straightened the frame. “It’s shame that lines my pockets, shame that keeps the Barrel teeming with fools ready to put on a mask just so they can have what they want with no one the wiser for it. We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.” -Ch. 18, Crooked Kingdom

Inej vs. Dunyasha on the Church of Barter rooftop, refusing to be cowed on her own turf:

“The blood you spill is the blood of kings,” seethed Dunyasha. “You are not fit for such a gift.” Inej almost felt sorry for her. Dunyasha really believed she was the Lantsov heir, and maybe she was. But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. Inej raised a brow and slowly wiped the blood of kings on her trousers. -Ch. 35, Crooked Kingdom

And Inej at the harbor...hopeful, in love, and ready to take on the world with her boy and her ship:

Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible. -Ch. 44, Crooked Kingdom

#asks #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc duology #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #there are soooooo many good quotes and I honestly wanted to use some of the funny and romantic ones #but these ones jumped out at me upon thinking about them #(the way I wanted to quote the entire kaz-van eck conversation from SOC Ch. 3 about exposing Van Eck's hypocrisy...rip to me) #(also there's a couple of jesper quotes I hold very close to my heart but these ranked just a tiny bit higher)

[stromuprisahat]

Since you mentioned "Six of Crows" have you read the duology? And if you have, how did you find the characters? Everyone idolizes them but I want to hear an honest and objective opinion.

I've read all of Grishaverse books.

When I was reading SoC, I was enjoying it immensely. It's written in a way that makes you read and read without a pause, so it's much harder to think about details, than in TGT, where Alina's constantly wallowing in bullshit. That said, reading specific quotes could prove terrifying, especially if you're used to think yourself a person with good analyzing skills.

(I completely forgot about the drüskelle wall of genocide, until I saw a post about it. Same with Nina letting Brum and his little cult go free.)

It's hard even the second time- making myself remember I'm here to look for worldbuilding details, not for the crazy ride.

My view on the characters changed too (I'm stuck on chapter 14.).

I appreciate Inej for decent portrayal of believer, who's not a fanatic or gullible fool.

Kaz is very likeable character, although I hate the fandom view- he's no social justice hero, but selfish cunt, who happens to do some nice things for other people, when it suits him.

There wasn't much of Wylan yet, and I wasn't particularly interested in him the first time around. I like him the way you like pleasant people you're not friends with. I used to ship Wesper in "Yeah, they're cute together" way, but now I suspect I did it mostly because it's the relationship Wylan wanted.

I dislike Jesper. In show (talking season one), he was the slutty bi stereotype, but reading his chapters again made me realize I don't enjoy them. He's too needy for my tastes, and cruel to Wylan.

Nina- by someone dubbed "The most Slavic character" used to be one of my favourites. Unapologetically chubby girl with taste for food? Yes please! My view on her got a bit ruined, when I was made to realize she's the Jew, who abandons her people for her Nazi bf. Then proceeds to spare Dr. Mengele TWICE, because there's humanity in these people too! (Sorry honey, I grew up in Terezín. There's no "mercy" for those, who believe other groups of people untermensch.) At the moment, I also have quite a problem with her Ravkan Crown propaganda brainwashing. I know she's fifteen and her critical thinking skills won't be fully developed yet, but mine are.

As for Matthias- he wasn't in the book much so far, but I liked his story (although I don't like the ending), only it felt too rushed. He was raised by a cult- this sort of de-programming should take more than a few weeks and love, showing him the way.

#reply #Grishaverse #grishanalyticritical #Six of Crows duology #Inej Ghafa #Kaz Brekker #Wylan van Eck #Jesper Fahey #Nina Zenik #Matthias Helvar #The Crows

[wolfmoonmusic]

Calloused Hearts - 6

Summary: You're stuck. And you're tired of running.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader (though this chapter seriously lacks that. I promise we'll get back to it soon)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of dead character, reader's depressing thoughts, not great writing, major cliffhanger, reader death (maybe?)

w/c: 1322

A/N: This isn't my best writing lol. But here we are!!! I am so sorry for how long it took. This story is an insight into reader's past, so there isn't much of the crows.

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Chapter 6:

Let’s just say sometimes you’re too impulsive for your own good. 

You were currently surrounded by armed men and some Grisha, in an alleyway, exhausted and out of breath from trying to escape this very group for the past hour.

You were out of practice.

A day ago, this seemed like an amazing idea.

Going to find Wylan, without any backup.

Just because you couldn’t stand being around Kaz anymore.

Not when his intentions were so damn unclear.

One day you feel like you’re everything to him and the next day he doesn’t even care?

It hurt like hell. And so despite your initial apprehension, you’d decided to go save Wylan and then leave.

You didn’t know what you wanted from Kaz anymore, but this definitely wasn’t it.

Now, stuck, with no help, 2 Inferni, a Squaller, a Heartrender, a bunch of angry gangsters and a very satisfied looking PR, you started regretting the “saving Wylan” part of your plan. Maybe you just leaving would’ve been enough to get Wylan back to the Crows safely.

“You should know better than to run from me, kid.”

You laughed, “You really think you can beat me Pekka?” You sounded way too confident for your own good.

Fake it ‘till you make it right?

“You’re largely outnumbered and up against some of the strongest Grisha. How you see yourself getting out of here alive is beyond my imagination”

You looked at the Grisha then, something dawning on you. You knew all of them. 

“Pekka please. There’s a reason Kirigan is going through so much to get me back to the little palace.” You raised an eyebrow at the Heartrender then, smirking, “I’ve defeated all of them before.” You watched the Heartrender’s eyes widen, as she looked to the other Grisha.

You had defeated them. 

On multiple occasions. Together, alone. Every single Grisha in the Little Palace had fought you. 

And you had never lost. 

You had never allowed yourself to lose. Even though they often begged you for it. Because losing for them just meant more rigorous training. Losing for you meant not being able to see Kaz ever again. 

Or so you had thought.

How foolish of you to trust the General. 

He’d promised you a safe haven. He’d promised to bring Kaz to you. He’d promised to be your guardian and to protect you. He’d told you his story. About the everlasting pressure of having to undo what the Heretic had done. He’d taken care of you like an older brother would. You’d loved him.

But then you’d started to realize the truth of it all. 

He was just using you. 

Your powers. Your ability. 

And then you ran.

And now you were here. 

Honestly, you couldn’t tell which was worse. 

You heard Pekka laugh, drowning out your thoughts. 

“You’ve got confidence, I’ll give you that.”

Your jaw clenched.

You hated seeing him laugh. Men like him didn’t deserve to laugh.

“But you shouldn’t be that way.” He nodded to one of the men standing at the end of the alleyway and he disappeared behind the building. 

“You see, I always have a plan. It’s how you get to where I am”

Then you saw the man again, but this time he wasn’t alone.

Wylan was with him, a knife pressed to his throat, hands tied at the back, the fear evident in his eyes. Your hands curled into fists at the sight.

“Pekka, there’s one thing you should know about me.” Your eyes flicked to him, a plan already forming in your head. “You can hurt me all you like. But you don’t touch my friends.” You seethed.

You flicked your arms then, water swirling around them as you gathered it from the atmosphere. You weren’t a normal Tidemaker. You could gather water from just about anywhere and that was what made you so powerful.

Pekka’s men started to charge, but you were quick to use the water to push them away, making them fall and drop their weapons. You created a watery shield around you as the Grisha started their attacks. Years of practice ensured that even a Heartrender could do you no harm. You ran over to Wylan as the man holding him pressed the knife closer to his throat, when a gunshot rang through the air, making a hole in the man’s chest. 

You followed the sound to see Jesper standing on the roof, a grin on his face. You smiled, glad to see your friend. You dropped the shield, throwing one up around Wylan instead, who gave you a small nod in acknowledgement.

You turned back around to the Grisha, and the Guards who were coming to their senses just then, before a flurry of blue started taking them down one by one, as some fell down clutching their chests, revealing Nina and Matthias standing behind them.

A ball of fire flew towards you, which you quickly doused in water, but it drew your attention away from the Squaller who’s next attack sent you flying into the wall.

You grunted from the pain, getting up again, but unable to move as you were still pinned to the wall by a heavy gust of wind. The Inferni were busy luckily, trying to escape the Wraith and Matthias while Nina was helping Wylan get to safety. Jesper was handling the rest of the Guards, leaving you alone.

But where was Kaz?

You were stuck and the Squaller was inching closer to you with every step. 

And then it struck.

You should wear bulletproof outfits more.

The bullet pierced through your skin, hitting your ribs and lodging itself inside. The Squaller was temporarily stunned, as you both turned to where the bullet had come from.

Pekka’s gun was pointed at you, his hair messy from whoever he’d just been fighting. 

“He said he wanted you alive, but I’ve wanted you dead for a while now,” he rasped out.

“I’ve wanted you dead for longer,” came the all too familiar voice, as the boy swung his cane at the older man. 

He was here.

You could feel yourself losing control, and you dropped to your knees, clutching your chest. The Squaller seemed torn between his duties to the General and his own hatred for you, the desire of wanting you gone that every Grisha had. They didn’t hate you. They hated how important you were. 

Your hands were sticky with blood, as you subconsciously tried to add pressure to the wound. You flung your free hand towards the Squaller, throwing him back against the wall, away from you temporarily.

You hated how weak this made you feel. Unable to help the others, unable to finish what you came here for. Unable to live up to what you were supposed to be. How did Kirigan expect you to take on the Fold when you couldn’t handle a bullet?

But that was the harsh truth wasn’t it? You were a mistake. An abomination that shouldn’t exist. Your mother hadn’t wanted you. Your father’s wife had hated your existence because you were the reminder of her husband’s infidelity. 

And that’s why after he’d died you ran.

You ran until you found Kaz and Jordie.

A temporary haven, until Jordie died.

And then you ran with Kaz until the Grisha had found you.

Then Kirigan took you in. Treated you like his family. But yet again that was temporary.

And then you ran from the Grisha, and from Pekka. From the fear of facing the truth of your life, and the feelings you had for the boy you loved.

You were tired of running. It didn’t seem like you mattered to anyone anymore anyways. 

You’d destroyed what you’d had with Kaz. You were nothing to Kirigan without your powers.

The bullet had seemed to make you realize just how tired you were.

Just how much you wanted to rest. 

And so amidst the chaos, you let your eyes flutter shut.

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[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part twenty-one

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral

el's thoughts: nothing much! just ✨kaz✨ haha

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“May the Saints receive me,” her words came out in a shallow breath. She pressed the tip beneath her breast, between her ribs, an arrow to her heart. Then a hand gripped her wrist painfully, forcing her to drop the blade.

“Not just yet, Y/N.”

The rasp of stone on stone. Her eyes flew open. Kaz.

He bundled her into his arms and leaped down from the crates, landing roughly, his bad leg buckling. 

She moaned as they hit the ground.

“Did we win?” 

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

He must be running. Her body jounced painfully against his chest with every lurching step. He couldn’t carry her and use his cane. 

“I don’t want to die.” 

“I’ll do my best to make other arrangements for you.”

She closed her eyes.

“Keep talking, Phoenix. I can’t let you slip away from me.” 

“But it’s what we do best.”

He clutched her tiger. “Just make it to the schooner. Open your damn eyes, Y/N.”

She tried. Her vision was blurring, but she could make out a pale, shiny scar on Kaz’s neck, right beneath his jaw. “You have a scar.” 

“Where?”

“Right,” she pulled her hand up with much struggle and ghosted her finger over the mark. “Here.”

“We all have scars.” His voice was rough and slightly strained with effort. 

“How did you get it?”

He didn’t answer right away and when he did, he avoided giving her the answer she wanted. “Scars tell the stories of our lives. Where we’ve been and who has crossed our paths.”

A ghost of a smile graced Y/N’s lips. “You sound like a certain Suli I’ve grown fond of.”

“Company corrupts company.”

Her mind started getting fuzzy, nothing staying clear long enough for her to focus. She knew she was supposed to tell him something but she couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter anymore.

“Talk to me, L/N.”

“You came back for me.”

“I protect my-” he cut himself off. “You. I’ll protect you.”

She hummed and moved her head closer to his neck so her hair brushed against his jaw. Her lips parted as she remember what she needed to tell him. He owed her an apology. “Say you’re sorry.”

“For what?”

“Just say it.”

She didn’t hear his reply as the world around her grew darker and faded into her mind.

~

Kaz limped aboard the schooner with Y/N in his arms and shouted, “Get us out of here!” The sails were already trimmed, and they were on their way out of the harbor in moments, though not nearly as fast as he would have liked. He knew he should have tried to secure some Squallers for the journey, but he was too occupied to write to Nikolai. 

There was chaos on the deck, people shouting and trying to get the schooner as quickly as possible. 

“Specht!” he yelled at the man he had chosen to captain the vessel. “Get your crew in shape before I start cracking skulls.

The pain in Kaz’s leg was terrible, the worst it has been since he’s first broken it falling off the roof of a bank near Geldstraat. It was possible he’d fractured the bone again. Y/N’s weight wasn’t helping, but when Jesper stepped into his path to offer help, Kaz shoved past him. 

“Where’s Nina?” Kaz snarled.

“Seeing to the wounded below. She already took care of me.” Dimly Kaz registered the dried blood on Jesper’s thigh. “Wylan got dinged during the fight. Let me help you-”

“Get out of my way,” Kaz said, and plunged past him down the ramp that led belowdecks. 

He found Nina tending to Wylan in a narrow cabin, his hands drifting over his arm, knitting the flesh of the bullet wound together. It was barely a graze.

“Move,” Kaz demanded, and Wylan practically leaped from the table. 

“I’m not finished-” began Nina. Then she caught sight of Y/N. “Saints,” she swore. “What happened?”

“Knife wound.”

The cramped cabin was lit by several bright lanterns and a stash of clean bandages had been laid out on a shelf beside a bottle of camphor. Gently, Kaz placed Y/N on the table that had been bottled to the desk. 

“That’s a lot of blood,” Nina said on a low breath.

“Help her.”

“Kaz, I’m a Heartrender, not a real Healer.”

“She’ll be dead by the time we find one. Get to work.”

“You’re in my light.”

Kaz stepped back into the passageway. Y/N lay perfectly still on the table, her luminous skin dull in the swaying lamplight.

He was alive because of Y/N. They all were, They’d managed to fight their way out of a corner, but only because she’d prevented them from being surrounded. Kaz knew deth. He could feel its presence on the shop now, looming over them, ready to take his Phoenix. His Saint. He was covered in her blood.

“Unless you can be useful, go away,” Nina said without looking up at him. “You’re making me nervous.” 

He hesitated, then stomped back the way he’d come, stopping to purloin a clean shirt from another cabin. He shouldn’t be this shaken up by a dock brawl, even a shoot-out, but he was. Something inside him felt frayed and raw. It was the same feeling he’d had as a boy, in those first desperate days after Jordie’s death. 

Say you’re sorry. That was the last thing Y/N had said to him. What had she wed him to apologize for? There were so many possibilities. A thousand crimes. A thousand unspoken words and a thousand words he couldn’t take back.

On deck, he took a deep breath of sea air, watching the harbor and Ketterdam fade from view on the horizon. 

Jesper was leaning against the railing, his rifle beside him. His hair was mussed, his pupil dilated. He seemed almost drunk, or like he’d just rolled out of someone’s bed. He always had that look after a fight. Helvar bent over the railing, vomiting. Not a sailor, apparently. At some point, they’d need to shackle his legs again.

“We were ambushed,” Wylan said from his perch on the forecastle deck. He had his sleeve pushed up and was running his fingers over the red spot where Nina had seen to his wound. 

Jesper shot him a sarcastic look, “No offense, my love, but with private tutors from the university and all you come up with is that?” ‘We were ambushed’?” 

Wylan redened and muttered an apology. 

“Geels doesn’t have the brains or the recourses to bite back this fast or hard alone,” Kaz said.

“You sure? Because it felt like a pretty big bite.”

“Let’s ask.” Kaz limped over to where Rotty has stashed Oomen. 

I stuck your soldier, Oomenn had giggled when Kaz spotted him curled up on the ground. I stuck her good. Kaz had glanced at the drying blood that settled over his mouth and said, Looks like she got you, too. He quickly knocked the enforcer out and had Rotty retrieve him while he went to find Y/N.

Now Helvar and Jesper dragged Oomen over to the rail, his hands bound.

“Stand him up.”

With one huge hand, Helvar hauled Oomen to his feet.

Oomen grinned, his thatch of coarse white hair flat against his wide forehead. 

“Why don’t you tell me what brought so many Black Tips out in force tonight?” Kaz said.

“We owed you.”

“A public brawl with guns out and thirty men packing? I don’t think so.”

Oomen snickered. “Geels doesn’t like being bested.”

“I could fit Geel’s brains in the toe of my boot, and he has no more scourses inside the Dregs.”

“Maybe he-”

Kaz interrupted him. “I want you to think real careful now, Oomen. Geels probably thinks you’re dead, so there are no rules of barter here. I can do what I want with you.”

Oomen spat in his face.

Kaz took a handkerchief from his coat and carefully wiped his face clean. He thought of Y/N lying still on the table, her slight weight in his arms. 

“Hold him,” he told Jesper and the Fjerdan. Kaz flicked his coat sleeve, and an oyster-shucking knife appeared in his hand. At any given time he had at least two knives stashed somewhere in his clothes. He didn’t even count this one, really- a tidy, wicked little blade.

He made a neat slash across Oomen’s eye- from brow to cheekbone- and before Oomen could draw a breath to cry out, he made a second cut in the opposite direction, a nearly perfect X. Now Oomen was screaming.

Kaz wiped the knife clean, returned it to his sleeve, and drove his gloved fingers into Oomen’s eye socket. He shrieked and twitched as Kaz yanked out his eyeball, its base trailing a bloody root. Blood gushed over his face.

Kaz heard Wylan retching. He tossed the eyeball overboard and jammed his spit-soaked handkerchief into the socket where Oomen’s eye had been. Then he grabbed Oomen’s jaw, his gloves leaving red smears on the enforcer’s chin. His actions were smooth, and precise, as if her were dealing with cards at the Crow Club or picking an easy lock, but his rage felt hot and mad and unfamiliar. Something within him had torn loose.

“Listen to me,” he hissed, his face inches from Oomen’s. “You have two choices. You tell me what I want to know, and we drop you at our next port with your pockets full of enough coin to get you sewn up and buy you passage back to Kerch. Or I take the other eye, and I repeat this conversation with a blind man.”

“It was just a job,” blabbed Oomen. “Geels got five thousand kruge to bring the Bacl Tips out in force. We pulled in some Razorgulls, too.” 

“Then why not more men? Why not double your odds?”

“You were supposed to be on the boat when it blew! We were just supposed to take care of the stragglers.”

“Who hired you?”

Oomen wavered, sucking on his lip, snot running from his nose.

“Don’t make me ask again, Oomen,” Kaz said quietly. “Whoever it was can’t protect you now.”

“He’ll kill me.”

“And I’ll make sure you wish for death, so you must weigh those options.”

“Pekka Rollins,” Oomen sobbed. “It was Pekka Rollins!”

Even through his own shock, Kaz registered the effect of the name on Jesper, Wylan, and the Fjerdan.

“How is this possible?” Kaz gritted out, “He’s in Hellgate.”

“He took control of it all quick enough, rumor has it.” Oomen nodded his agreement to Helvar’s words.

“Saints,” groaned Jesper. “We are so screwed.”

“Is Rollins leading the crew himself?” Kaz asked.

“What crew?”

“To Fjerda.”

“I don’t know about no crew. We were just supposed to stop you from getting out of the harbor.”

“I see.”

“I need a medik. Can you take me to a medik now?”

“Of course,” said Kaz. “Right this way.” He took Oomen by the lapels and hoisted him off his feet, bracing his body against the railing.

“I told you what you wanted!” Oomen screamed, struggling. “I did what you asked!”

Despite Oomen’s knobby build, he was deceptively strong- farm strong like Jesper. He’d probably grown up in the fields. 

Kaz leaned in so that no one else could hear it when he said, “My soldier would counsel mercy. But thanks to you, she’s not here to plead your case.”

Without another word, he tipped Oomen into the sea.

“No!” Wylan shouted, leaning over the railing, his face pale, stunned eyes tracking Oomen in the waves. The enforcer’s pleas were still audible as his maimed face faded from view.

“You… you said if he helped you-”

“Do you want to go over, too?” asked Kaz.

Wylan took a deep breath as if sucking in courage and sputtered, “You won’t throw me overboard. You need me.”

‘Why do people keep saying that?’ “Maybe,” said Kaz. “But I’m not in a very rational mood.”

Jesper set his hand on Wylan’s shoulder. “Let it go.”

“It’s not right-”

“Wylan,” Jesper said, giving him a little shake. “You do not argue with a man covered in blood and a knife up his sleeve.”

Kaz watched Wylan press his lips into a thin line, unable to tell if he was frightened or furious, either way, he didn’t care. Helvar stood silent sentinel, observing it all, looking seasick green beneath his blonde beard.

Kaz turned to Jesper. “Fit Helvar with some shackles to keep him honest,” he said as he headed below. “And get me clean clothes and fresh water.”

“Since when am I your valet?”

“Man with a knife, remember? He said over his shoulder.

“Man with a gun!” Jesper called after him.

Kaz replied with a time-saving gesture that relied heavily on his middle finger and disappeared belowdecks. He wanted a hot bath and a bottle of brandy, but he’d settle for being alone and free of the stink of blood for a while. 

Pekka Rollins. The name echoed in his brain like gunfire. It always went back to the man who took everything from him. Would he never catch a break? He almost walked back to the door of his cabin and called for Y/N. Instead, he sat in the old wooden chair and leaned back, trying to get rid of the burning memory of her face as he rushed them to the schooner. 

A ghost of a smile graced Y/N’s lips. “You sound like a certain Suli I’ve grown fond of.”

“Company corrupts company.”

His mind screamed at him to keep conversation with her as her body got heavier with every fleeting moment. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t. Not when he was closer to having her. 

“Talk to me, L/N.”

“You came back for me.”

“I protect my-” Kaz cut himself off. Not investments. She wasn’t his investment, she was more. He wanted her to be more to him than the other crows. Just to think of her in that way caused an ache in his chest, knowing the only thing stopping it was himself. “You. I’ll protect you.”

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x y/n #six of crows x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagines #ellora.writes

[queenofdestiny]

Six of crows ship quotes

I'm reading Six of crows again, ship quotes under.

I'm reading Six of crows for the hundredth time and Kaz calling Inej "My little Suli idealist" excuse-me sir ? That's way too cute. I love it.

We also have "Please, my darling Inej, treasure of my heart, won't you do me the honor of acquiring me a new hat?" I mean, yes it is sarcasm but it's still incredible.

Then there is Helnik: "Röed fetla, he'd called her, little red bird, for the color of her Grisha Order. The color she loved."

Jesper thoughts about Wylan during the ambush are nice too "His eyes were dazed and wide enough to drink from"

"- Close your eyes -You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan. -Just do it! -This better be good!" Wesper in all its splendor

I can't quotes the ships and omit the traditional and wonderful "- You came back for me - I protect my investments - I'm glad I'm bleeding all over your shirt"

"His Wraith" I mean sorry but Kaz calling Inej his Wraith is incredible

"Matthias suspected that Kaz would drag the girl back from hell himself if he had to"

""I'm well, thank you for asking," she said, looking up at him. "How are you ?" He felt his lips twist. "Splendid.""

"He needed to know she believed in him." Kaz about Inej and just a few lines later "Even the idea of being this near someone should have set his skin crawling. Instead he thought, What happens if I move closer ?"

""I don't want your prayers," he said. "What do you want, then ?" The old answers came easily to mind. Money. Vengeance. Jordie's voice in my head silenced forever. But a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, and unwelcome. You, Inej. You"

So I stopped here for now, part 2 to come

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[georgies-ftts]

if we get the spin off i want Jesper to find the letters from Van Eck before they go on the Ice Court job. i’ve had a single glass of wine and turned into a writer help me:

Kaz reveals that Wylan is Jan Van Eck’s son and Jesper is pissed because he didn’t want the two of them to hide who they were from each other. They have a semi heated conversation where Wylan refuses to explain what happened to him and how he ended up working for Kaz, he storms out of the workshop and Jesper ends up alone with Wylan’s chemicals bubbling in the background.

He’s angry at Wylan for hiding but he’s also angry at himself for arguing with him the way he did. He spins around exasperatedly but he sees something sticking out from under the mattress and, thinking it’s some of Wylans plans or blueprints he goes to take them out, maybe neaten them and clean the workshop up a bit as a half attempt at an apology but he sees the scribbles of letters on the page and he knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help but take in the words.

He reads them, over and over and over again, scanning the same 15 or so words a million times. He even has to mutter them out loud just to make sure he’s reading it correctly and when he catches Jan Van Eck’s name signed on the bottom he wants to rage. He’s angry, he’s hurt but he’s so unbelievably confused.

He tucks the letters into his jacket and legs it, sprinting from the workshop whilst thinking of the one place Wylan could would go to after their argument.

He ends up on the roof, where the five of them stood that night Kaz blew up the Crow Club

Wylan is sitting on the ledge, legs hanging over the side, Jesper can’t see his face but he can hear a slight sniffle as he steps down the wooden stairs.

He walks up next to him, careful not to startle the younger one, he fiddles with his rings and clears his throat, thinking of the best thing to say in that moment

The first words out of his mouth are “I’m sorry.”

Wylan tries to tell him he doesn’t need to be but Jesper lays a gentle hand on his shoulder and Wylan sees in his eyes that he should let Jesper talk. So he does.

Wylan listens as Jesper talks and he’s slowly trying to bring up the letters. He pulls the paper’s from his pocket and tries to excuse himself for snooping. His hands are shaking as he talks and Wylan’s eyes are filled with unfallen tears

Then Wylan lays his hands over the papers, over Jesper’s trembling fingers and he says quietly:

“It’s okay, Jes, you were going to find them sooner or later”

And Jesper’s brow creases in confusion

“You know what they say?”

Wylan shakes his head, his eyes dipping back to the paper

“No but I got the jist after the third one arrived… Can you read them to me?”

And Jesper releases a shaky breath, he’s only found one, how many more were there? He doesn’t want too to read them, he wants to run back down to the workshop and shove them all in the bunsen burner, watch as they ignite, the ink inside no longer able to hurt Wylan.

“Please?”

Jesper unfolds the paper, he starts reading. and as he finishes by reading off his father’s name, he’s expecting Wylan to sob, to cry and shake and rage… but he doesn’t.

He sits there, legs still dangling over the side, hair bristling slightly in the breeze of the night.

He nods, another sniffle coming from him

“Wy?”

He takes a moment to respond, he starts talking and he’s cut off by a sob which he chokes down and powers through

“My father didn’t want me, Jesper, to him i was defective and he wanted rid of me and saint’s know’s he tried” Jesper doesn’t know what he means by that but a flash of fear dances in his eyes and Jesper’s stomach drops. “I’m angry with him, I’m- I’m mad and i want nothing more than to show him that he was wrong about me but also- his actions, however horrific you may consider them to be, brought me to you, and even if The Barrel is constantly trying to kill us and Kaz is, well, Kaz, as long as you’re here I don’t care, Jes-“

“Once we get our payment, I’ll make sure we make his life a living hell in every way imaginable. You won’t have to be afraid anymore, Wylan”

Wylan smiles then though a tear runs down his cheek, but he smiles none the less and Jesper smiles too, using the pad of his thumb to wipe the tear away and cup Wylan’s face.

Jesper kisses him, then joins him on the ledge, entwining their fingers together. They sit and watch the city below, Wylan’s head resting on his shoulder, they stay like that for a while before Jesper had to pry a sleepy Wylan down to the workshop so they can fall into bed together and doze into the next morning

#wesper #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone season 2 #wylan van eck #six of crows wylan #wylan hendriks #soc wylan #jesper fahey #soc jesper #six of crows jesper #jan van eck #Jan sucks ass and i hate him #but also make Wylan suffer #but also kill jan van eck

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

"The shame of it was they both loved each other, but they were both too young to know how to love."

Wylan x Reader

Something About Timing - Wylan Van Eck

Content Warnings: Discussions Of Loss And Family Trauma. Not Beta/Proof Read.

You hand Wylan the nitrate in the blue vial and he smiles at you, you cannot read the musical notes he has coded onto all his chemicals but you have learned to recognise what he is asking for by your own colour and consistency system. You've not been wrong yet, thankfully.

"So, your parents, they weren't from Kerch originally?" Wylan asks. In times like these, when it's just the two of you, and you're putting things together, just at work, gently in one another's company, you tend to start talking about these kinds of things. The type of things you don't tend to get around to talking about with the others. When you're around the others, things seem to be happening all the time and all at once, but with Wylan things can slow down, things go at a steady pace. You feel like you can breathe again.

"No, they lived in Ravka, my mothers parents lived in the isle for a time, my family have really travelled a little of everywhere," you explain.

"So you ended up in Ketterdam because of a whim?" He is curious, he always seems curious about you, like he could ask question upon question just to hear you talk about yourself, learning what there is to learn. It's one of the softer things about Wylan, something you hope his time in the barrel won't drag out of him.

"Not exactly, we ended up in Kerch on a whim, mother wanted... she had places to see," you stumble over your sentence slightly but keep yourself going. "But when my father got ill, they wanted to travel somewhere warm, thinking the weather might improve his health, but they barely made it out the harbour. I was supposed to be staying in Kerch to finish my semester at school, but as soon as the ship went down, I didn't have much attention for school. So I made my way to Ketterdam, and then to the barrel," you wave your arms to signal to the room around you, "and to here."

"I'm sorry," Wylan says quietly, "losing my mother was exceptionally difficult, I can't imagine the grief of losing two parents at once."

"You know your own kind of grief, you grieve both your parents, but for different reasons and in different ways," you reply. "My parents problem was they loved like it was finite, like it was running out. And I suppose it's good they did, as their time was a lot shorter than it should have been. But I can't help but feel that their rushing everything was a part of the reason. They rushed from place to place from thing to thing, insistent on seeing everything there was, doing all there is to do, loving like the day was ending too soon."

"At least they loved each other," Wylan says, "they had that, and they had you."

"They loved eachother alright, I remember that much about them," you say, leaning back against a counter. "The shame of it was they both loved each other, but they were both too young to know how to love."

"I like to remember my father loving my mother," Wylan says, "but these days I'm not sure how much of that is truth and how much is wishful thinking."

"Its not wrong, you know, wishing your father was different, grieving the parent he could have been, he should have been, the parent you deserved," you tell him.

Wylan pulls his breath in shakily. "So you think your parents were too young to be in love?" He asks.

"Not exactly," you let him slide the topic away from his father, not wanting to push him, "I think love isn't about age. I've known people younger than us in love and I've known it was true, they meant it. But my parents, they did not have the wisdom to match their years, they loved all heart and no..."

"Head?" He asks. You shake yours gently.

"I dont believe love needs to be thought out, falling in love with an inconvenient person is sometimes half the joy of love, finding it where it shouldnt be, where you would never go looking for it," you pull your eyes away from his, not wanting to absentmindedly search his eyes to look for something that might not be there, "but if you love with all heart and no rhythm to beat to, a heart can only sustain itself so long without failing."

"You talk like Nina sometimes," he says.

"Nina knows heart, she knows heart and body and soul, she knows love and biology," you say, "she can smell love like a bloodhound. She will see it in you before you've gotten the chance to. I'm honoured to sound like Nina."

"You sound like someone who has been called out by her," he smiles to himself.

"Well I may be able to lie, but the heart, heart gives itself away," you admit, and your heart has not truly been your own for a time now. You hadn't noticed at first, it had crept away from you, slowly, without making a sound until one day you woke up and your heart did not belong to you anymore.

Wylan steals a quick glance your way, there are so many thing he wants to say to you, but he doesn't know how to say them without laying his heart at your feet and hoping for the best. Love hasn't been kind to Wylan, not the love that was supposed to come easily, the love that was supposed to be natural, the love that was supposed to be unconditional. And when those who are supposed to love you regardless of your flaws, have treated you the way Wylan has been treated, the idea that people might choose to love you, might pick you and love you when there are reasons and options to not. It has made him doubtful. Hesistent. So instead he tries to gently pry open your thoughts, your feelings, seeing if he can see himself in them somehow. If he can sense his presence amongst those gentle smiles and soft words.

"And?" He asks, looking down at the mixture on the table.

"And?" You echo.

"The love that Nina called you out on," he says, trying to keep his hands from being too obvious in their fiddling, "how did that work out for you?"

You shrug, staring up at the ceiling. "Still waiting to find out," you breath, "he hasn't seemed to notice yet." His eyes dart to yours and away again but you can't help but smile, the corners of your lips up turning until the smirk is almost ear to ear. "But that's okay, I don't mind waiting," you say. "I think he will be worth it."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #wylan van eck x reader #wylan van sunshine #wylan x reader #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #fluff

[aphroditestummyrolls]

I love when you do the WIP game. It gets me so hyped for all of your fics! Can I get some of the Jesper Whump Oneshot please? :)

AHHH thank you ❤️ I’m sorry these are taking so long (it’s been a day), but here’s a few hundred words. Trigger warning for general sliminess and drugging somebody’s drink!

He blinked, and the room shifted on its axis. Utterly discombobulated, the bar seemed a hundred miles away, their luxe, private little booth suddenly shrinking to something claustrophobic and impossible. Jesper nearly slammed the glass down onto the table. His hands were heavy— all of him, really, was heavy. The room had gone slow and quiet.

It wasn’t as if Jesper had never been slipped a bad drink before. You didn’t spend this long in The Barrel without a couple brushes with this type of danger. He knew the tingle in his numb fingers, and the weights that seemed to hang from his eyelashes— his guns wouldn’t be much use now, even if he had them.

Rabinov had three heads when he looked at him, superimposed like translucent masks one after another. There was a hand on the back of Jesper’s neck— hot and rough, like it was the only real thing in the room. He was smiling. He was saying something Jes couldn’t hear. Like he was underwater.

This wasn’t like anything he’d taken before.

It must have been some new Ravkan shit. His mind floated, utterly weightless, but still his fingers twitched. All he was supposed to do was look pretty and be charming— there was a plan in case things went south, of course, but Jesper couldn’t move his hand more than an inch off the table.

He couldn’t signal to Nina.

Matthias was all the way in the grand lobby.

Wylan… Wylan wasn’t back yet. He wasn’t back yet, and that meant Inej and Kaz needed more time.

He knew this was a bad idea, his brain fought with him, even as his body floated. You should have listened to him.

As he’d gotten ready that night, he watched Wylan fiddle with his ring in the reflection of the mirror. On the edge of the bed, his merchling sat like a dejected house cat, glancing up at Jesper every few minutes with an edge in his brown gaze. It rankled Jes’s spine.

At the time, he assumed it was jealousy. Wylan wasn’t a stranger to being a little playfully territorial, but this didn’t feel the same. Yet, he wasn’t talking about it.

He wasn’t usually so shy.

Jesper sighed. Honestly Wy, you’ve brought the room temperature down ten degrees. D’you want to talk about it?

It was the first time since Kaz had announced the plan that Wylan had looked him properly in the eye.

Just tell me you’re comfortable with it. He said quietly. Tell me you’ll take care of yourself, and- and—

And only ever come home to you? Jesper winked. You know I will, Darling. My darling Betrothed.

Wylan tried to bite down on the smile in the corner of his mouth. But still, he pressed on. Tell me that you’re not just going along with what Kaz wants. That you’re alright with this.

I’m just fine! The worst that’ll happen is that I’ll be bored and not shooting anything while you have all the fun!

“Can’t hold your liquor too well, can you?” A Ravkan accent rasped, too close to his ear.

Jesper wished he had enough wherewithal to shudder, to jerk away, even just a little. But he couldn’t even make a sound.

Thanks for playing ❤️❤️❤️

#six of crows #wesper #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar

[metalandmagi]

Hello....If you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/manhwa/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before....

Hope you don't mind if the same person ask a different questions. Thank you so much @metalandmagi .....

Funny you should ask, because I was just listening to a podcast episode about favorite fandom ships, and I had actually started making my own list that I was going to post anyway! And I don’t mind you asking, since I don't really have people to talk to about this stuff. I like looking at your blog and seeing other people’s answers too!

Here's my top ten! These are going to be kind of repetitive because I’ve already talked about these fandoms so much, but these are my favorite CANON SHIPS, meaning they’re actually together or at least have kissed or something. I have a million non canon ships.

10. Jem, Will, and Tessa from The Infernal Devices- I wanted to keep myself to one ship per fandom, but I couldn’t help it, I just love this OT3 so much. I don’t care what anyone says, they are a poly relationship, not a love triangle (and I maintain that if Jem wasn’t already dying, he and Will would have realized they loved each other romantically, and their parabatai bond would have fucked them over eventually). They all have an equal amount of love and respect for each other, and they balance each other so well. And I appreciate that none of them are relegated to being “the overly jealous partner who ruins everything for the other two.” We get time with each of them and love them all equally.

9. Patroclus and Achilles from The Song of Achilles- Call me a basic bitch, but these two are unparalleled in terms of doomed romances. I love friends to lovers, and the story is so widely spanning that it gives their relationship such gravitas.

8. Yona and Hak from Akatsuki no Yona- Still haven’t finished the manga, but these two are god tier for fantasy romances. I love that they completely lose their minds over each other whenever they are not within arm’s reach, and they’re another great example of childhood friends to lovers. Hak’s “teasing” attitude in the beginning of the series wasn’t my favorite, but it’s funny to look back on it later, knowing that he’s so in love with Yona and would murder the first person to disrespect her. 

7. Shigure and Akito from Fruits Basket- Because why would I choose one of the normal, healthy relationships when I could go for one of the most fucked up romances in shoujo? These two…I don’t even know where to start. They’re the definition of toxic for most of the series, but by the end, you’re really rooting for them to be together with the Sohma family curse broken. Shigure is desperate for the curse to be broken so he can prove to Akito that he loves her without them being tied together by fate. Akito feels like she needs the curse because otherwise everyone will leave her forever. Akito sleeps with Kureno. Shigure sleeps with her mom. They’re “gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss” meets “mansplain, manipulate, man-whore.”

6. Sasaki and Miyano from Sasaki to Miyano- What can I say? They’re just so freaking cute! I think they represent the romance a lot of people in fandom want, because they bond over manga and slowly come to learn more about each other. Sasaki never pressures Miyano to return his feelings, and I appreciate the patience he has in waiting for Miyano to give him an honest answer to his confession.

5. Jesper and Wylan from Six of Crows- Another basic answer, but these two are so entertaining whenever they’re together. I love that Jesper starts out teasing Wylan relentlessly about looking like a pampered rich kid (despite the fact that Wylan also lives on the streets), but Wylan deadass saves the group time and time again, so Jesper comes to respect him more. This is how you do teasing in a relationship: they get under each other’s skin but aren’t complete dicks to each other. And I appreciate that the Shadow and Bone show changes their dynamic slightly while keeping the chaotic duo the same at their core. 

4. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase from the various Percy Jackson series- The pinnacle of middle grade/YA romance. Nobody else is doing it like these two. What works about their relationship is that we truly believe their friendship as 12 year olds before they start to have feelings for each other. So many times, authors shove two characters together because they feel like they need a romance, but Percy/Annabeth progress so naturally. They tease each other, but they know they’re both capable individuals at the end of the day (and their wildly different brands of intelligence work so well), and as long as they’re together, they can get through anything.

3. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian from Heaven Official's Blessing- I’ve shipped these two for much less time than these other ships, but they have smashed their way to my top 3 ships of all time. How do you compete with a god who’s fallen from grace and his eternally devoted follower who would burn the world down to see them smile? How do you compete with Hua Cheng, who has stayed by Xie Lian’s side for hundreds of years out of pure devotion, but not in a creepy or weird stalkery way? I think the biggest thing this ship has going for it is its sincerity. Hua Cheng doesn’t stay with Xie Lian because he’s hoping Xie Lian will fall for him eventually. He doesn’t believe he’s even worthy of Xie Lian’s love. But he stays anyway, because that’s what unconditional love is like. You stay when the one you love is at their lowest and you can’t do anything to help. You stay when they’re fighting the heavenly emperor and kick ass alongside them. You hold an umbrella over their head when it's raining blood and carry them across the ground when it's littered with corpses.

2. Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood from The Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters- These two have destroyed me over the years. I think the best thing about this ship is how they bring out the best in each other and have changed each other’s lives for the better. Magnus is so outgoing and free spirited, but with Alec, he wants to “settle down” (lol) and raise a family. Alec started as the personification of the frowny face emoji, stuck in the closet with a stick up his ass, but now he’s basically running the shadowhunter world. They’re the perfect example of “opposites attract” who have changed their world simply by being in love.

1. Damen and Laurent from Captive Prince- Speaking of couples who change their world simply by being in love…I don’t know if any other ship will top them for me. All the other enemies to lovers ships can get the fuck out. They’re nothing compared to Damen and Laurent. So many times, people will write “enemies to lovers” or “hate to love” relationships that are just two characters snipping at each other or bullying each other for no reason. Get that shit out of here. These two start with the purest, most honest loathing possible. They hurt each other in countless ways, but they come to learn each other slowly. They have every reason to be enemies, but they come through each layer of trauma with love for each other. They’re the kings (pun intended) of this trope.

Honorable mentions: Nick and Charlie from Heartstopper- They’re just so wholesome and sweet. The progression of their relationship from like to love is so realistic, and they’re basically the live action/book version of Sasaki and Miyano.

Ronan and Adam from The Raven Cycle- (haven’t read the last book in the Dreamer trilogy, but I hope nothing bad happens). Their differing brands of chaotic energy compliment each other perfectly, and as a reader, the slow realization that Ronan is in love with Adam was so eye opening and satisfying in a way few other series have been able to capture.

Just for fun, here are some of my “less canon” ships too.

* Inej and Kaz (they're practically canon, but they never explicitly say they're together or in love...but we all know they are)

*Kylo Ren and Rey (also practically canonical since they've at least kissed)

* America and England from Hetalia (if I really want to go back to my fandom shipping roots. I read nothing but fics for them for like 2 years in high school 😅)

*Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima 

*Hinata and Kageyama

*Carole and Tuesday

*Link and Sidon

#captive prince #shadowhunters #sasaki to miyano #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #percy jackson #pjo #six of crows #fruits basket #akatsuki no yona #tid #tmi

[lilisouless]

Jesper bursting into the door: They are the worst dad! all our friends are toxic jerks!

Wylan following him: Hi Mr Fahey, sorry for coming without a heads up. Jesper just couldn't stop rambling.

Colm: but what happened?

Wylan: It was Jesper´s fault, he asked a question and didn't like the awnser

(four hours earlier)

Jesper: guys, out of all of us, who do you think is the least atractive

Wylan: i am not awnsering that

Inej & Kaz: Matthias

Nina & Matthias: Kaz

Jesper: i asked "least atractive" not who you like less

Wylan: you can say it´s me guys, i know you all think that and i am okay with it

Jesper: Wylan don't be ridicul-

Matthias: I am sorry! is just that you seem to young to me! it takes away the appeal

Wylan: it´s okay, i respect your opinion

Jesper: your wrong opinion-

Inej: Is not that you are ugly, just too soft, there are no edges there

Jesper: he looks like a freaking renaissance painting!

Wylan: i never liked those either

Jesper: thats not the point-

Kaz: and your laugther sounds like a sick bird

Jesper: yours sound like you shallowed rocks!

Wylan: i agree with Kaz, the pitch is really off, thats why i don't laught too loud

Jesper: you should-

Nina: and you are too short

Jesper: SO WHAT?!

Wylan: whoa, Nina that was rude, i am not short and we are the same height. And if you say "for a boy" then it´s pretty sexist

Nina: Sorry, can i then say your eyes are a little too wide for such a small space?

Jesper: they are not!

Wylan: apology accepted, and i will allow that about my eyes. They are just like my father´s ater all

Jesper: STOP TALKING NOW!

(four hours later)

Jesper: They are so mean, dad!

Colm: I guess is rude to say that things to a person

Jesper: horrible!

Colm: But, Wylan doesn't seem to mind, so maybe you shouldn't-

Jesper: so what about Wylan? i am the real victim here, they are insulting me! my taste in people! who dare they...

#soc shitpost #six of crows shitpost #six of crows incorrect quotes #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #matthias helvar #colm fahey

[astrhae]

i know i'm asking for pain with this but:

wesper + a kiss on a scar? 🥰

double bluff | angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence, 4k

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“There you are,” Wylan sighed.

He’d been waiting for Jesper to come back with lunch for two hours. The Van Eck office by the Church of Barter was an imposing building that spiraled upward to rival the Geldrenner’s clocktower. They worked on the top floor there three days a week, taking meetings and trying to grapple with the business – even after two years, the empire he’d stolen back from his father still felt impossibly large.

It felt even more impossible when he was hungry.

Things weren’t a complete loss, though: Wylan had managed to sketch some new factory floorplans while Jesper had been out, and he moved those papers away onto one of the armchairs that littered the private office, wiping the charcoal off his fingers.

They were trying to change how things worked in Ketterdam, but it was far more than an uphill battle. Sometimes, that meant upsetting people: like Councilmen who didn't approve of Wylan's plans to open up new harbors.

Jesper held up a bag of uitsmijter. He swung the door closed behind him with his hip, his pistol clattering against the polished wood. The other matching pistol was on the armchair beside the papers: they were also still working on putting down their weapons, one at a time.

“Sorry,” Jesper dropped the bag over the empty spot on the table. His words curled with the Kaelish accent that rarely ever showed itself. “There was quite a line.”

“A line?” Wylan frowned.

It was past three bells in the afternoon, the sun from the office’s bay windows was already beginning to sink near the horizon in the early winter. No one should be lining up for uitsmijter, which was why Jesper had suggested it in the first place.

“Yes,” Jesper shrugged. “Why don’t we get out of here?”

“Well,” Wylan was about to shrug it off – to say they should eat first – but he caught the red stain on the pistol at Jesper’s hip, stark against its pearl handle, and, “were you in a gunfight?”

“No.”

The answer came far too quick, and far too short. Wylan walked around the table, heart hammering. Hadn’t they talked about this? The uitsmijter shop was nowhere near the Barrel – so either someone attacked Jesper, or Jesper had taken a detour. Or, more likely: both a fight and a detour. His vest was too crooked on his shoulder, jacket far more crumpled than it had been when he’d left the office two hours ago, and was that a shirt in a different color?

They could deal with everything else later. For now, one thing at a time, and the most important:

“Were you hurt?” Wylan strode closer, reaching out to take Jesper’s hand, but –

Jesper jerked away, taking a step back. “I’m fine,” he insisted, lips pressed into a thin line. “Let’s get out.”

“Out?”

This wasn’t like Jesper. Yes, Jesper could be impulsive and brusque and rough, and some days even Jesper couldn’t bear to be touched, the world too full and his heart too hollow to do anything except run. Still, this wasn’t like Jesper – one staccato beat off tempo, and Wylan was stumbling to catch up, to try and understand –

“Yes,” Jesper said again, nodding toward the door he’d just closed. The gaudy laurels painted on it was really something they needed to replace soon. “Out.”

Again, too short and too quick.

Wylan stared at him, grey eyes he didn’t think he knew right now. He’d seen enough people change, seen enough people be twisted out of shape: in front of him, because of him. Until there were no more silver linings to hold onto, only slivers of lies he tricked himself into calling hope.

This wasn’t like Jesper.

This wasn’t –

The door swung open and –

Instinct kicked in. He made a dash for the other pistol on the armchair –

“Don’t!” Jesper’s voice rang out.

And it was Jesper’s voice, because it was Jesper standing in the doorway, shirt sticking wet on his shoulders and jacket gone and a cut dripping from his temple. And it was Jesper, too, standing in the office with Wylan, jacket askew and blood on his pistol.

(read on ao3)

#asks #mia tag #one day i'll come up with a better tag akdsksd #six of crows #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #i know this wasn't what either of us expected from this but #i promise you more murder poetry soon 😈 #tw: blood

[sky-neverending]

Number 21??

sorry for the late response!! here's this lol, I actually really like this one, I should finish it

Wylan had been coming into Barrel Brews regularly for about a week, and Jesper still didn’t have his number. It was wrong on so many levels, that someone that cute could have evaded Jespers flirtatious nature for that long.

At first, Jesper had taken it slow. When the curly ginger had first walked in, a heavy backpack weighing him down, the flirting was kept to a minimum. Just a simple greeting, some comments teetering on the edge between friendly and more, a few of his eye-catching smiles across the countertops. Wylan has smiled back, if only a little bit, which Jesper had taken as a good sign. 

But as time went on, Jesper got bored. He started writing notes on the cups of Wylans straight black coffee- a flavor that was far too bitter for his sweet demeanor. But the notes seemed to go unnoticed, or not cared for. Wylan never gave them a second look. 

Jesper didn’t want to admit that he spent his nights thinking about where he was going wrong, because he didn’t. It was just that his flirty notes had never not worked before. He never struck out, especially not with someone this cute. 

So there he was, waiting eagerly for the ginger to walk through the door like any other day. 

“Maybe he’s not coming.” A voice said from behind him. Jesper groaned and turned around, rolling his eyes. 

“He’s coming. Why wouldn’t he come?” 

Matthias grinned at him. “Maybe you scared him off.” he said casually, and Jesper panicked. Had he scared Wylan off? Was he too much? 

The blonde broke out in laughter, clutching at his stomach. “I was joking.” he said through fits of amusement. “He is probably just busy.”

Jesper fidgeted with the rings on his fingers, bouncing on his toes anxiously. “What if he’s not single? What if he’s straight? Oh my Saints Matthias, what if he thinks I'm not attractive? 

Raising an eyebrow, Matthias scoffed. “Oh no,” he said half heartedly. “There’s no way he would ever think that.” 

“You’re right. That was stupid of me. Everyone thinks I'm attractive.” From behind him, Jesper heard the door bell clang, but he was too caught up in his panic to turn around. “Ok. So he’s either not single or he’s straight. Those have to be the only options.”

“Jesper-” Matthias said with a cough, but Jesper kept rambling. 

“Not now, Matty. This is important. How do I get him to like me? Should I put my number on the cup? Write something more out there? Draw a picture?”

“A picture would be lovely.” came a sweet, smooth voice from the other side of the counter. Jesper froze, squeezing his eyes together and turning around slowly. 

The ginger across from him was grinning ear to ear, rosy red blush spread across his cheeks. Jesper winced. “How much of that did you hear?” 

Wylan chuckled nervously. “Enough to catch on. That is, unless you write on every customer's cup?” 

#six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #matthias helvar #wesper #sky writes #soc fanfic #asks #answered #writing asks