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I finally finished the full chapter outline of Daughter of the Rain and Snow! Pleased but in a weird way teeny bit sad; this number is not set in stone because I reserve the right to turn things on their head at the drop of a hat but as it stands we only have 21 chapters to go omg we’re so close to the end now when did this happen
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I love how I can confidently go on tumblr when Ao3 is down to see a community crumble in 3 minutes x
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love how the moment ao3 goes down we all start acting like housewives waiting for their husbands to come back from war
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Matthias thinking Jesper is built like a stork will never not be funny shhdhdj
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a soc fic that’s just inej’s parents realizing their future son-in-law is a literal murderer and gang boss
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Ao3 isn’t working for me right now I don’t know what’s going on it won’t show me the fic or my dashboard but when I followed it earlier it worked :(
a soc fic that’s just inej’s parents realizing their future son-in-law is a literal murderer and gang boss
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Thank youuuuuuuu
a soc fic that’s just inej’s parents realizing their future son-in-law is a literal murderer and gang boss
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I need this fic
a soc fic that’s just inej’s parents realizing their future son-in-law is a literal murderer and gang boss
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“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”
My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding
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Daughter of the Rain and Snow
Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.
Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @cartoon-clifford @origami-butterfly @lady-a-stuff @thelibraryofalexandriastillburns @inej-ghafa-deserves-the-world @thatdelusionalnerd
If anyone wants to be added let me know :)
Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's grief, death, ptsd references, and implied sa references.
AO3 link: Daughter of the Rain and Snow - Chapter 114 - She_posts_nerdy_stuff - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 113 - Inej
Inej didn’t know where she was. Someone’s hand was on her arm and they led her quickly through blurred surroundings, saying something she couldn’t hear through the layers of distortion that hung over their voice, as though they were screaming from miles underwater. Hadn’t she just been at home? Her mother had done her hair and her father had made her tea… She must have been dreaming again. She needed to train that out of herself. It was too cruel a thing to dream of. 
But it had felt so real.
Inej wanted to cry. She didn’t know what was going on.
Where was she? Someone was talking to her again, Ravkan words in soft tones, and she clung to the edges of their words she managed to hear as the only real thing in the world.
“... won’t take long… feel that?... Inej?”
Inej shook her head, trying to lean away as someone moved closer and realising that she had nowhere to go. She was sitting down now, though she didn’t remember how long she’d been here, and her head was pounding as if something was trying to escape the confines of her skull. She was shivering. Where… where…
Where was Kaz? Inej didn’t know where she was but she did not feel safe, and that meant Kaz wasn’t safe either. She ignored the burning pain in her side as she slipped her thumb towards where the quickdraw for Sankt Petyr’s knife should have been, keeping her eyes fixed on the blurry image of a woman standing in front of her. But it wasn’t there. Real panic began to rise inside her as she fumbled, losing all pretence of subtlety, running her hands over every hiding place where her blades should have been. She’d lost her armour. 
“Inej - Inej, breathe, you’re-”
Inej lurched to her feet, immediately stumbling as her mind clouded and sent her swaying. Waves of dizziness and nausea washed through her and clung to her edges, refusing to free her from their grasp as she tried to step forwards.
“Inej! Oh Saints, stop-”
Someone’s hands caught her arms, whispering to her as she tried to pull away. She felt her knees buckle and then the ground was hard beneath her. She thought of falling from the wire as a child, striking the net and crumpling against the stubborn earth as it refused to bend to her will. Shivers ran over her once more, and the next thing she knew she was throwing up into a bucket and someone was gently holding her braid out of the way. What the hell was going on? What was wrong with her?
She leant against the wall, knees half pulled up towards her chest, sweat dripping down her back and beading on her brow. There was a glass of water in her hands and after a moment of hesitation she realised that she’d already drunk some of it, so she might as well keep going. Her mouth tasted disgusting. Her back ached and there was a ferocious pain in her side that she couldn’t identify. She’d been scared, but she couldn’t remember why. Where was Kaz? She needed to talk to him. She needed to tell him the truth.
She remembered this afternoon, resting her head against her mother’s shoulder, feeling her arm around her.
“Mama… do you believe in ghosts?”
Inej hadn’t thought she believed in ghosts. People died, their souls went to the Saints, she couldn’t justify a reason why they would be left behind. Ghosts were stories for children. So why was Inej being haunted?
Her mother’s hand halted where it had been moving up and down her shoulder and she turned to look at Inej properly. Her voice was soft and calm, almost more understanding than surprised, as she murmured:
“Who did you see?”
Inej told her slowly about Matthias speaking to her on the boat. She knew that Kaz had pushed the mug off the table and she knew that everything Matthias had said came from her own mind, but she couldn’t shake it. And as she slipped in and out of reality, as her fever got worse and she hallucinated more and more often, she was starting to struggle with which parts were real and which parts were fantasy.
“I don’t think you saw a ghost,” her mother told her gently, voice drifting through deep thoughts, “I think maybe you wanted to. Hauntings exist, even if ghosts do not. My grandmother used to tell me that ghosts do not simply happen in the way that we so often think of them, but that it is possible for something to be left behind when someone leaves us. An imprint of a soul still exists, in everything it touched,” she pulled the sprig of geranium from her hair and tucked behind Inej’s ear, “She used to get up every morning to watch the sunrise, and she would tell me that every day the sky turned orange it meant she knew my grandfather was safe, he was with the Saints, and he was watching her. And now I see her in the sunrise, and in her favourite peonies in spring, and in you, meja. You have her laugh, her smile. But sometimes ghosts aren’t beautiful, and sometimes you and your ghosts can haunt each other. You have to find a way to make peace with them, in your own time and in your own way, so that you can free each other,”
Why are you here?
Why do you think?
“I don’t know how to do that,”
“You know what would be a good starting point?”
Inej looked up at her.
“Talking to Kaz,”
Inej hadn’t been ready to talk to Kaz. They hadn’t spoken for hours. And then they were somewhere… she couldn’t remember. She’d fallen asleep with his hand on her shoulder. But where was she now? Where was he?
Hauntings exist, even if ghosts do not.
Inej knew that was true. Because she knew Kaz. Why couldn’t she tell him this? Because she was afraid, afraid he’d just tell her it wasn’t real, afraid he wouldn’t want to hear it because he was haunted too? Or afraid of those words, that terrible confrontation?
Why are you here?
Why do you think?
Inej was slipping towards the other side, and she wasn’t ready to leave yet. She was clinging to a cliff face, and every hold she found was crumbling into debris as she tried to climb. The only question left was when she would fall. 
The world was fading and swimming before her eyes, and eventually darkness began to fall. Inej shuddered, if it was possible her vision blurred even more, and then she was asleep.
*
The moment Inej awoke she shot upright, pain rushing straight up her spine and spinning through her head, the world bleeding and breaking and finally coming into focus.
“Inej?”
Kaz. His hand found her arm, then her back, holding her steady as she struggled to make the room stay still. She grabbed his free hand so tightly she might break both of all their fingers, rubbing her thumb against the leather of his gloves before tracing higher to the soft skin above his wrist.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, watching her with concerned eyes, “How are you feeling?”
“Strange…” she whispered, still running her finger back and forth along his wrist. She could feel his pulse, “Not bad,”
He didn’t look like he believed her.
Inej didn’t remember arriving in Os Alta, but unless she was missing something big they were clearly in a bedroom at one of the palaces. She must have collapsed last night. She shivered. Not much longer now. It would be over soon.
“We have a small problem,” said Kaz, as Inej spun to land her feet on the floor and he gave his hands to help her stand.
“Of course we do,”
There was always something. She glanced pointedly at Kaz’s cane, leaning against the wall next to her, before passing it over to him. He frowned, clearly deciding if he ought to justify setting aside to help her up, then took it from her hand. 
“The Wraith hasn’t made any contact yet. We don’t know where they are, apparently they’ve not even docked in the Sokol yet,”
Inej nodded slowly, hand floating over her torso through a vague, frightened memory as she tried to process Kaz’s words.
“Where are my knives?”
“On the desk. But Inej-”
“What do we do?” she asked quietly, “If they don’t get here…”
Her voice drifted away. She was going to say ‘in time’. She didn’t want to.
“We can try preventative measures,” he replied without looking at her, “But Genya can’t determine exactly what’s in your system, so without Rollins telling us we’re stuck,”
“She can only delay the inevitable,” Inej murmured, crossing the room towards her knives.
Kaz caught her hand and pulled her back.
“You should rest,”
“I don’t want to,”
“Inej, you look exhausted,”
“So do you,”
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Finally finished the outline of Daughter of the Rain and Snow and I know exactly how the ending is going down almost pretty much (details are blurry, but plot and character arcs are completely outlined and ready to write instead of just bullet points or vague ideas) so out of interest (won’t necessarily stick to it 100% but would still like to know) what would anyone like to see next if you would like to continue reading my stuff?
Explanations below cut
Sequel
I have every intention to write this one, I have characters but thus far not a main plot more of just the premise. Would follow Ahra, Evan, Yara, maybe Vix, and maybe Lilia as our young Dregs and start around when Kaz and Inej left for Ravka since the Dregs was kinda on the verge of collapse whoops. Can’t go into too much detail or they’ll be spoilers for the current fic but there’d be the opportunity for some Aimee and Kiada, and Kanej would still be present but they might not be in focus (again, can’t explain too much or they’ll be spoilers). There might even be some Fiona or some Maya stuff who knows
I really want to write this bc I really want to write Ahra’s story so it’ll probably end up coming around at some point but I realise it might not be the most interesting to y’all when it’s mostly ocs so yeah
Feliks had been more than lenient with Ahra. He’d been the only person who ever gave her a real job - playing her violin in the reception of the White Rose - and when things had predictably gone haywire he’d been good enough to only turn her away, not Evan too. Ahra hadn’t much cared for the job, she loved her violin but she did not enjoy watching the Rose’s clients come and go and she certainly hadn’t cared for having her skin paled and her hair Tailored white for such purposes, but it was easy money and enough to keep them ticking over as all of Evan’s funds petered away on overpriced little medicine bottles. She studied the thin stack of kruge in her hand, thinking of Kaz standing opposite her in the alley by the Slat.
“I don’t need your charity, Brekker,”
“And far be it from me to offer you any,”
Not charity, but she didn’t doubt Dirtyhands had his own purposes in paying her for a job she failed to finish. Still, cash was cash. And medicine was medicine. She tucked it back into her breast pocket and tapped it lightly, slipping round the corner and pulling a bone light from her jacket.
What Evan didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
Helnik
This was an idea I had a looooong time ago and I shared a little snippet scene on here, but then I started writing Daughter of the Rain and Snow and never looked back. I really want to write this one I think it could be pretty cool, it would be relatively short set in between Crooked Kingdom and King of Scars and take place in Ravka; based on a headcanon I have about Nina learning how to use her new power and as a result of it experiencing hallucinations of Matthias being with her that she is fully convinced are real. Following Nina, Zoya, and Genya as they try to navigate this and worry that they shouldn’t let Nina got to Fjerda in this state.
“What time is it?” she mumbled into the cushions.
“A little after seven bells,”
“Saints, how disgusting,”
Nina sighed, in a mixture of content and tiredness. The luxury of the Little Palace was a mostly welcome change from crawling in next to Matthias in the tomb at Black Veil - or even of the hotel room at the Geldrenner. They’d shared a sofa, so close to each other; limbs entangled, chest against her back so she could feel his heart beating. A steady rhythm, no matter what he was feeling. The big bed here was more comfortable, but the closeness felt like an aching absence, as though the few feet between them spanned for miles. She reached out behind her and found something soft that she decided was his arm.
“Come closer,” she whispered, and she imagined the way he’d smile.
He would press her fingers to his lips and she would roll over to face him. She’d reach out and touch his cheek, and he would catch her hands in his.
“Witch,”
“Barbarian,”
“Little Red Bird,” he would say, just before his lips met hers
The sunlight would be warm and soft on their skin as they moved closer, as she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers.
But he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t come closer, or kissed her fingers, or brushed his lips against hers. He had not gently pushed her hand down towards his wrist so their fingers could intertwine.
“Matthias?”
Nina made the mistake of rolling over, and began to scream.
Wesper
There’s a line in Crooked Kingdom where Jesper says if Van Eck really couldn’t cope with Wylan not being able to read he could have told people he was blind, the point being that still would’ve been wrong but that everything he’d resorted to was unnecessary and Wylan shouldn’t feel like it was his fault. So this would be an au where Van Eck did exactly that and Wesper attend Ketterdam university together; Wylan grapples with his father being the worst and falling for Jesper as he fears telling him the truth, Jesper grapples with addiction and wanting to stay at university partly for the sake of falling for Wylan.
Jesper leaned in, pushing one of Wylan’s curls back off his face.
“It’s pity you can’t see how beautiful your eyes are,”
Wylan blushed, letting Jesper run his hand over his cheek and tilt his face up towards his own. Jesper leaned forward but then Wylan squirmed, just slightly, and Jesper tensed as he pulled his hand away.
“And me, of course,” he added, letting his voice take on a teasing lilt to brush past the moment, “It’s a shame you don’t know how gorgeous I am,”
Wylan almost smiled, but he had stepped away.
“I- erm,” he brushed his fingers through the lock of hair Jesper had moved and cleared his throat, “Excuse me,”
And then he was gone.
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Inej: I have a question.
Nina: Shoot.
Inej: Is the S or C in scent silent?
Matthias: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.
Nina: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent.
Inej: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way.
Matthias: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent.
Jesper: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound.
Matthias: Jesper is not allowed to talk anymore.
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The foreshadowing of Nina taking the Jurda Parem by saying how Hoede thought he'd made the safe choice to test a healer over a heartrender
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Daughter of the Rain and Snow
Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.
Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @cartoon-clifford @origami-butterfly @lady-a-stuff @thelibraryofalexandriastillburns @inej-ghafa-deserves-the-world @thatdelusionalnerd
If anyone wants to be added let me know :)
Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's ptsd references, threats, violence, implied sa references, trafficking references, and discussions of death.
AO3 link: Daughter of the Rain and Snow - Chapter 113 - She_posts_nerdy_stuff - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 112 - Maya
“She didn’t believe you, did she?”
Not again. Not again. Not again.
Maya buried her head between her knees, pulling her hands into her hair at the base of her scalp and screwing her eyes tightly shut. It was not real. She knew it wasn’t.
Maya was really starting to wonder if she’d gone insane. She didn’t remember anything from yesterday in between when Alby left the room and when Fiona found her hyperventilating in the corner of the little room, and no matter what she said the woman could not be convinced that anything Maya had seen was real. She’d brushed the damp hair off Maya’s face and Maya let her, as she gave her a cup of water and murmured to her over and over again that she was okay, that it wasn’t real, that no-one could hurt her here. Maya shook her head.
“You don’t understand,” she’d managed through breaths she could not calm down, “You don’t- you-”
Her voice had broken again and she almost dropped her water. Fiona raised her hands and Maya felt her heartbeat slow, shaking her head and trying to suppress the ache of sobs in her throat. She did not want to be calmed down, she did not want to be quieted. 
“You’re okay, hajefetla,” Fiona murmured, “It will be over soon,”
Hajefetla. Songbird. Celina had once told Maya that her sister used to call her that. It had always stuck out to Maya; Celina rarely spoke of family. She shivered. 
“It wasn’t fake,” she whispered, pulling her knees to her chest, “It wasn’t… he… he could…”
The shadow of Alby’s hand on her waist persisted and she shuddered away from Fiona, free hand wandering to her hair as though she could reach into her mind and claw the memory out. She shook her head.
“It was real,”
“It’s just the fever, Maya,”
It wasn’t. Was it? Maya was losing the strength to argue. She just shook her head, setting the cup on the floor so she could bury her face in her hands. Maybe it wasn’t real. Maybe she really had gone crazy. But she could feel the ghost of his breath against her ear, the sharp tug of his fingers in her hair as he shoved her to her knees. And it was more than that, too. She could hear the fear in Fiona’s voice, the slight waver every time she repeated that it was impossible. What did she know? What wasn’t she saying?
Who was Maya supposed to trust? The voices in her head giggled.
And now he was back. Just like he said he’d be. But it wasn’t real, and she knew it wasn’t real. Alby was probably dead. His plans had failed and Maya knew that Kaz and Inej had brought Kiada back to the house. They’d have killed him. They must have done. 
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t ignore me,” he said, almost gently, and she felt the air moving in front of her as he sat down, “I just want to talk,”
Maya said nothing. Maybe if she said nothing he’d go away, fade back into the edges of her mind. Because he was not here. He couldn’t be.
“Maya,”
She shook her head.
“Maya,”
And then his hand was on her leg. She felt panic surging in her chest as she kicked madly, falling backwards and scrambling along the floor away from him. He sighed, long and low, shaking his head as he stood up and watched her over his folded arms.
“Why do you have to make everything harder for yourself?”
She felt the wall bumping against her back and tried to settle, moving her hands behind her back to hide the shaking. Her head pounded and her limbs felt heavy; she couldn't remember if she’d slept last night but if she had then it hadn’t been for long. 
“Get up,”
She tried not to look at him, shuffling further into the wall. Not real. Not real. Not real.
“I said get up,”
She was stupid enough to ignore him. A brief cry escaped from Maya’s lips as he grabbed her by her hair and forced her to her feet, but as soon as she attempted to raise her voice to call for help a blade appeared at her throat.
“Hush, now,” he murmured into her ear, “”What did I just tell you, hm? Don’t make this harder for yourself,”
Maya closed her eyes so tightly that her skin hurt, quivering beneath the firm grip he’d found across her shoulders.
“I’m going to let go,” he said, voice soft and low, leaning over her shoulder and sending panicked pulses down her spine, “and we’re going to talk. You utter a single cry for help and there won’t be enough pieces of you left to identify the body. Clear?”
Maya’s jaw chattered as she nodded. As soon as he released her she stumbled away, finding herself leaning against the wall as the dizziness swam over her once more. She could not tell if the wave of nausea passing through her was from the poison or the feeling of his hand against her. Probably both. 
A brief, frightening thought flickered through Maya’s mind. A longing for oblivion. She thought of Celina, begging, and tried her best to crush it.
Alby watched her for a moment, spinning the knife between his fingers. He smiled.
“It’s two more days’ journey up the river,” he told her, and after a minute of watching her swaying added, “Sit down,”
“You just said-”
“For fuck’s sake, Maya,” he snapped as if she’d shouted at him, “Just sit down,”
She sat. Her dizziness persisted.
“It’s two more days until we dock, and after that about a day of land travel to get to Os Alta,”
Maya wasn’t sure how he knew that. She didn’t even know where they were, beyond the singular descriptor of ‘Ravka’.
“They’ll take us separately, of course, and I don’t know exactly what they’re planning when we get there. But I’d give you about a week left before that poison becomes too much for you, so that’s how long I’ll wait. Once there’s no way they can deny having to Heal you before the Wraith, I’ll give up whatever information Brekker wants from me and he’ll be forced to use it on you before Inej. And then he’ll be so close to saving her, after everything they’ve been through, they’ll be at the very final hurdle” he smiled, “So that’s when you’ll cut her throat,”
Maya flinched.
“It’ll be easy. She’ll be dreadful by then, probably won’t even notice that you’re there. We’ll keep things going long enough for Brekker to see, and then I’ll deal with him,”
“The Grisha-”
“Won’t be a problem,” he finished harshly, “Not so long as you do your job right. Kill Inej, let me out of whatever cell they leave me in, and convince them that you saw me do it. By the time they realise Brekker’s dead we'll both be long gone,”
Maya swallowed. Her voice was a shameful whisper as she dared to ask:
“And then you’ll give me back my contract?”
“If I think you earned it,” he shrugged.
So no, then. What else could he possibly want with her? The voices in Maya’s head crooned and whispered; they were quite sure they knew exactly what he wanted. She was going to throw up. 
He crouched down and took her face in his hand, almost definitely ignoring rather than missing the way she flinched.
“Maya, look at me,”
She was pretty sure she was looking at him, but she lifted her eyes to his all the same. They were a darker shade of blue than hers, like a storm penned in and struggling against its restraints.
“You cannot trust me. But you can’t trust them either. So you need to make a choice,” his voice was soft and low as he reached his free hand into the inside pocket of his jacket and tugged on the corner of her contract so she could just see it, “And I hope, for your sake, that you make the right one,”
Something clattered outside and she jumped, turning towards the sound and feeling Alby’s hand falling away from her. When she looked back, he was gone. She really didn’t know if it was real or not. Oh Djel. She couldn’t breathe.
She stumbled to her feet, staring at her shaking hands, overcome by headache and nausea and a persistent dizziness that seeped over her entire being in a slow, persistent strangle. What was happening? Maya could feel the river beneath her feet, bobbing her from side to side, its open mouth waiting for the boards of the boat to break so it could swallow her. Maybe that was her only escape. Was this real? Was any of it real? Her head was burning. She was vaguely aware of the door opening somewhere to her left as the river cried and reached for her, desperate to take hold and pull her away into its depths. To protect her. To drown her. She remembered the rush that using her power had given her before, like she was a hurricane bound by skin and bones. But this was different. Like the hurricane was ripping straight through her, leaving a tattered mess in its wake. She didn’t think she was controlling this. Was the boat rocking or was she? The sky was crying. 
“Can’t you knock her out?” someone was shouting, their voice a lost and distant shore.
“I don’t have a clear line of sight,” someone else replied, as though they were having to yell over high winds.
Could they see the storm too? Maya thought it was just the one inside her head. Always there, always waiting. The wind howled with Celina’s voice and Maya felt the sobs in her throat before she heard them pouring from her mouth in ugly gulps. Someone’s hands were on her and she cried out as they pulled her forcefully, pressing her arms behind her back and pinning her in place. She shook her head, tears finally flowing as she thrashed in vain. The spinning and rocking seemed to slow, the river's screams turned into whispers, and the world faded into darkness.
Maya let her eyes close, wondering if she would be allowed to open them again.
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FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!
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Finally finished the outline of Daughter of the Rain and Snow and I know exactly how the ending is going down almost pretty much (details are blurry, but plot and character arcs are completely outlined and ready to write instead of just bullet points or vague ideas) so out of interest (won’t necessarily stick to it 100% but would still like to know) what would anyone like to see next if you would like to continue reading my stuff?
Explanations below cut
Sequel
I have every intention to write this one, I have characters but thus far not a main plot more of just the premise. Would follow Ahra, Evan, Yara, maybe Vix, and maybe Lilia as our young Dregs and start around when Kaz and Inej left for Ravka since the Dregs was kinda on the verge of collapse whoops. Can’t go into too much detail or they’ll be spoilers for the current fic but there’d be the opportunity for some Aimee and Kiada, and Kanej would still be present but they might not be in focus (again, can’t explain too much or they’ll be spoilers). There might even be some Fiona or some Maya stuff who knows
I really want to write this bc I really want to write Ahra’s story so it’ll probably end up coming around at some point but I realise it might not be the most interesting to y’all when it’s mostly ocs so yeah
Feliks had been more than lenient with Ahra. He’d been the only person who ever gave her a real job - playing her violin in the reception of the White Rose - and when things had predictably gone haywire he’d been good enough to only turn her away, not Evan too. Ahra hadn’t much cared for the job, she loved her violin but she did not enjoy watching the Rose’s clients come and go and she certainly hadn’t cared for having her skin paled and her hair Tailored white for such purposes, but it was easy money and enough to keep them ticking over as all of Evan’s funds petered away on overpriced little medicine bottles. She studied the thin stack of kruge in her hand, thinking of Kaz standing opposite her in the alley by the Slat.
“I don’t need your charity, Brekker,”
“And far be it from me to offer you any,”
Not charity, but she didn’t doubt Dirtyhands had his own purposes in paying her for a job she failed to finish. Still, cash was cash. And medicine was medicine. She tucked it back into her breast pocket and tapped it lightly, slipping round the corner and pulling a bone light from her jacket.
What Evan didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
Helnik
This was an idea I had a looooong time ago and I shared a little snippet scene on here, but then I started writing Daughter of the Rain and Snow and never looked back. I really want to write this one I think it could be pretty cool, it would be relatively short set in between Crooked Kingdom and King of Scars and take place in Ravka; based on a headcanon I have about Nina learning how to use her new power and as a result of it experiencing hallucinations of Matthias being with her that she is fully convinced are real. Following Nina, Zoya, and Genya as they try to navigate this and worry that they shouldn’t let Nina got to Fjerda in this state.
“What time is it?” she mumbled into the cushions.
“A little after seven bells,”
“Saints, how disgusting,”
Nina sighed, in a mixture of content and tiredness. The luxury of the Little Palace was a mostly welcome change from crawling in next to Matthias in the tomb at Black Veil - or even of the hotel room at the Geldrenner. They’d shared a sofa, so close to each other; limbs entangled, chest against her back so she could feel his heart beating. A steady rhythm, no matter what he was feeling. The big bed here was more comfortable, but the closeness felt like an aching absence, as though the few feet between them spanned for miles. She reached out behind her and found something soft that she decided was his arm.
“Come closer,” she whispered, and she imagined the way he’d smile.
He would press her fingers to his lips and she would roll over to face him. She’d reach out and touch his cheek, and he would catch her hands in his.
“Witch,”
“Barbarian,”
“Little Red Bird,” he would say, just before his lips met hers
The sunlight would be warm and soft on their skin as they moved closer, as she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers.
But he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t come closer, or kissed her fingers, or brushed his lips against hers. He had not gently pushed her hand down towards his wrist so their fingers could intertwine.
“Matthias?”
Nina made the mistake of rolling over, and began to scream.
Wesper
There’s a line in Crooked Kingdom where Jesper says if Van Eck really couldn’t cope with Wylan not being able to read he could have told people he was blind, the point being that still would’ve been wrong but that everything he’d resorted to was unnecessary and Wylan shouldn’t feel like it was his fault. So this would be an au where Van Eck did exactly that and Wesper attend Ketterdam university together; Wylan grapples with his father being the worst and falling for Jesper as he fears telling him the truth, Jesper grapples with addiction and wanting to stay at university partly for the sake of falling for Wylan.
Jesper leaned in, pushing one of Wylan’s curls back off his face.
“It’s pity you can’t see how beautiful your eyes are,”
Wylan blushed, letting Jesper run his hand over his cheek and tilt his face up towards his own. Jesper leaned forward but then Wylan squirmed, just slightly, and Jesper tensed as he pulled his hand away.
“And me, of course,” he added, letting his voice take on a teasing lilt to brush past the moment, “It’s a shame you don’t know how gorgeous I am,”
Wylan almost smiled, but he had stepped away.
“I- erm,” he brushed his fingers through the lock of hair Jesper had moved and cleared his throat, “Excuse me,”
And then he was gone.
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