#jesper fahey fluff

[ctrlzirl]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[pink-venom]

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ Frowns & Feelings ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

˚.⋆𐙚 Parings: Kaz Brekker x Reader ˚.⋆𐙚 Synopsis: Kaz notices your foul mood and will do almost anything to find a way to cheer you up. ˚.⋆𐙚 Word Count: 1,144 ˚.⋆𐙚 a/n: this is my first time writing a fic y'all! hope u like it :D also, not proofread so sorry if there's any typos

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You were upset. It was a fact that Kaz Brekker had been aware of since early that morning, when you didn’t bother with your usual ���good morning” chipper. It bothered him, how much he was affected by the small absence of your usual presence.

It was obvious that your mood had only gotten worse throughout the day when you didn’t offer Kaz small smiles throughout the day, but rather, you gave him a scowl that turned into your eyes hastily moving from his. That isn’t right, Kaz had thought. You never turned your eyes away from him first, and you never frowned at him, even on your worst days.

It had officially turned into a problem for him when you accepted a mission for less kruge than your services were normally worth. One thing was certain to him: your head wasn’t clear. Were you looking for a distraction? Or did you just want the feel of adrenaline rushing through your veins? There was one specific question, gnawing at him, although he tried to convince himself he didn’t care. Tried to tell himself not to get involved in something so trivial. Still, the same question rang through his head: What was it that made you so distressed? He had no qualms about dealing with someone who upset you.

Either way, as his responsibility, he couldn’t let you willingly walk into danger that you wouldn’t be able to handle. He didn’t doubt you, of course not, but he had never seen you so distraught. Kaz had no idea how you would handle your mission, and he wasn’t willing to sit still while watching you be careless.

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When Kaz had pulled you away from a conversation with Inej, your nerves went through the roof. All Kaz had said was a soft “Sit down,” and you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting in the barstool chairs.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, a frown forming onto your face with your question.

Kaz’s eyes trailed over your face for a moment before mirroring your expression. Why were you frowning at him again? The expression on your face unnerved him more than he wanted to admit. Everyone at the Slat frowned, yes, but it was never your face that followed the rest.

You were the one that smiled, the one person who was able to make his heart feel lighter at the sight of your face. But right now, all he felt was an urge to pull the scowl off your face. Kaz knew he was a smart man, but right now he felt like he would do something foolish if only to make your day better.

But that wasn’t why he was here. He was here to advise you to not act irrationally. He wouldn’t deal with such childish feelings, so he would lock them away for now. But he knew that during the quietest parts of the nights, during the times he wished for your company, he wouldn’t be able to run from these feelings then.

The growing silence from Kaz alarmed you. Kaz may have been a man of few words, but he was never quiet. The way he was looking at you brought a heat to your cheeks that you tried desperately to hide. It was obvious: Kaz hadn’t liked something you’d done. You couldn’t think of another reason for why he was staring at you so intensely.

“There’s no reason for you to be taking on such small tasks. It is a waste of your abilities.” Kaz had finally said.

Your head perked up at his tone. Soft, yet strict. You have not been anticipating such kindness from him today.

“I don’t mind the work.” You responded. “I need something to do anyways.”

Kaz looked over at you, only to find you glaring daggers at the drinks across the table. As always, he hid his surprise well, but he couldn’t help the raising of his brow at your blatant confession. Still, Kaz refused to pry.

“You should try throwing your daggers at the bottles instead. I’ve heard acts of violence help one’s temper.” Kaz offered, his frown as prominent as ever.

Your face grew hot at his suggestion. How did he know you had a temper today? No one had noticed your bad mood except for Jesper. The Jesper who drank all of your strawberry yogurt that you had been waiting the entire week for.

“I don’t have a temper.” You lied, keeping your gaze away from Kaz. “I just-” your sentence had gone unspoken after Jesper made his way into the room. Kaz noted how quickly he averted his eyes from your gaze.

You quickly muttered an apology before excusing yourself to your room. Kaz was growing more agitated by the second; only you would be able to walk away from a conversation with him without the consequences.

But that didn’t matter right now. The only thing that mattered as of now was fixing whatever Jesper had done to you earlier that day.

Kaz’s feet involuntarily made his way over to Jesper. Quiet filled the Slat, the only echoing sound being his cane tapping against the wooden floors repeatedly.

Jesper nervously glanced at Kaz, some sort of guilt overflowing in his eyes. Before Kaz even made it to his face, Jesper had blurted out, “I didn’t know they were her yogurts!”

Kaz’s expression had remained the same, despite his confusion, letting Jesper come to whatever conclusion he wanted. All he really wanted was information, and Jesper was more than likely to give it to him.

“I’ll get her new ones, I swear! After this game, I’m gonna win a big hand here, Kaz. I’ll get her all the strawberry yogurts she wants. I would’ve never touched them if I knew they were hers!”

Yogurts? All this anger for strawberry yogurts?

This time, Kaz let his irritation weave through the cracks in his face. Something so small as yogurts had ruined her day, and it was Jesper to blame for her mood.

“She cannot be performing badly in her missions, Jesper. Her actions reflect mine. I don’t care what you ate, you will buy her back triple.”

The words barely left his mouth before he turned around, silently sighing to himself.

Such a small thing. Something so insignificant. He had worried over nothing. Those small frowns had been nothing but annoyance.

Still, all that useless worrying had turned into something that might have been worth it when Kaz saw the look of your face the next morning, happily drinking the strawberry yogurt he had placed outside of your door during the night.

The smile you had on your face might have made his day a little brighter, and your “good morning” to him might have made him forget what made him angry at all.

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thanks for reading guys! I'm taking requests for fics btw :))

[rukelea-soldier]

Oh, what’s my favourite romance series?

This one.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Nina: Would you punch Kaz for ten Kruge?

Wylan: No!

Inej: Absolutely not! That’s too little.

Jesper: Sure, why not?

Y/N: I will pay you ten Kruge to let me punch Kaz.

[dasiesanddarkness]

i have writer’s block like crazy right now so the next chapter of tgoym likely will not be done anytime soon (im sorry😭) so have this short little thing i wrote forever ago instead featuring wesper as dads (cw: references to past abuse, ableism and internalized ableism):

“Get out.”

The ice cold tone to Wylan’s voice was not an entirely unfamiliar one. Jesper had heard it before, though not often. He was lucky enough to have never been on the receiving end of it, but he’d watched others suffer more than once.

“What? Mister Van Eck-”

“Councilman.”

“Excuse me?”

Wylan’s eyes were hard. Jesper was glad he’d had Namazzi take Hendrik out of the room to go play, because he wasn’t sure how either of them would react to seeing their da like this.

“Councilman Van Eck.”

Their former tutor looked baffled. Jesper would have felt bad for her in any other circumstance.

“Councilman Van Eck, I don’t think you understand-”

“You are no longer welcome here. I suggest you leave before I get the Stadwatch involved.”

“Councilman, if you would just listen to me! I really do think the best path for treatment-”

“Get out of my home. I do not like repeating myself.”

“The contract-”

“The contract stopped mattering the second you decided my son was broken. You will receive one final payment, and I suggest you use it for a career change. Now, you may walk out of here on your own two feet or with my guard dragging you by your hair. This is your last chance to decide which you’d prefer.”

Sheepishly, the woman turned to leave. Finally, she seemed to have gotten the message. Jesper watched as Seda, their housekeeper, escorted her out of the room and shut the door gently behind them. The second they were alone, Wylan exhaled loudly.

“Ghezen’s fucking works, that woman.” He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaustion and frustration clear in the gesture. “If she had taken any longer I would've thrown her out the window myself.”

Jesper laughed quietly. “I would’ve paid to see that.”

It was quiet. Jesper could see the swirl of emotions flitting across his husband’s face and the whirlwind of thoughts running through his head. “Saints, I hope Hendrik is okay. He actually liked her, I can’t believe-”

“Wylan.”

“Hm?”

“How are you doing?” The confusion on his face was evident. Jesper wasn’t at all surprised that Wylan hadn’t even considered how this shitty situation might have affected him. “It can’t have been easy on you, Wy.”

Wylan blinked. “Well, no, but Hendrik is more important. It’s his tutor, how it made me feel doesn’t matter right now,” he said. Jesper rubbed his shoulder.

“Yes it does, love. You can’t help him if you aren’t okay. He and Namazzi are playing now, he’ll be fine for a few minutes while we work through what you think of all this,” he insisted. Wylan sighed. Jesper looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. After several moments, Wylan sat down heavily and sighed.

“I’m glad I can protect him,” he started. “I’m so glad that I can be there for him and protect him from the skivs like her that think there’s something wrong with him.”

“But?”

“It’s like… I see how easy it is, now. It’s so simple to just tell them to leave and start over. It’s like I was holding onto this belief that maybe I just didn’t understand because I wasn’t a father, but I am, now. And I see that it couldn’t have come from a place of love, because I love Hendrik so much and because of that I could never let him go through those awful treatments.” Jesper didn’t say anything. He could tell there was more, and Wylan was just trying to find the words for it. “People have told me that it wasn’t love, and I knew logically that it wasn’t love, but I was still… hoping, I guess. That I was wrong and he did love me. And it’s so stupid, because he’s so awful and I hate him more than anything, but there’s this part of me that still wishes he cared, even though I should be over it by now.” He was slumped against the back seat, staring at the far wall. Jesper touched his hand, and Wylan laced their fingers together immediately. When Jesper started to rub his thumb gently along his skin, he looked down at their hands and squeezed.

“It’s not stupid,” said Jesper. “Your feelings are not stupid, Wy. You have every right to feel the way you do.”

“I know.” Wylan sighed. “I know, I know, you’ve said it a million times, I know.”

“And I will say it a million more,” Jesper promised. “You’re a great da, Wylan. Hendrik and Namazzi are so lucky to have you there to protect them. I am so lucky to have you here to help me do what’s best for them.” Wylan smiled up at him, and his face seemed a little clearer. He reached up and cupped his cheek to pull him down for a gentle kiss, and Jesper smiled into it.

“Thanks, Jes,” he whispered.

“Anytime, sunshine.”

[notelcol]

The Getaway🐦‍⬛

That Kaz x reader hurt/comfort that was voted in by some lovely people❤️

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

The wind blew harshly against your body as you ran through Ketterdam with a stolen scroll in your hand. You felt like you were flying. Grinning, you turned towards the man who ran a step behind you. His face matched yours. A wicked joy had you both feeling more alive than ever. You had just pulled a small heist, now it was your favourite part. The getaway.

A few more turnings through the winding streets and you would be at the switch point. There, you would meet Inej and she would disappear with the loot, while Jesper appears and shoots the men chasing you. That was the plan at least…When you and Kaz finally skidded to a halt at your location, you both looked up at the rooftops for Inej.

“Where is she?” Kaz hissed. You looked back down the road you had come from.

“Where’s the men?” You realised they should have caught up by now. Slow footsteps began to echo, coming from a nearby turning. You whipped your head around to see the man you just stole from. He grinned menacingly before pulling out a gun. Kaz clocked it before you did but before he could even take a step towards you, the shot rang out. The scroll fell from your hand and rolled down the street, towards the shooter.

“I’ll have that back now, thank you.” He said, all too politely. Then, he simply walked away while whistling a jaunty tune.

The shock wore off, as the whistling became quieter. Then came the pain. You held your hand against your stomach, only to be met with a wet warmth. Reality truly hit you when you looked down at your hand and saw the blood. All of a sudden you could feel it trickling down from your stomach until it fell in a pool on the floor. You looked to Kaz for reassurance, only to see him white as a sheet inching towards you terror.

“You need to apply pressure.” He instructed. You complied, but each second you felt as though you were fading. Until, you dropped.

“HEY!” Kaz shouted desperately poking you with his cane. “Stay awake and keep applying pressure. Inej and Jesper will be here…they’re just held up.” He hoped they would make it. A situation like this is the only time Kaz feels useless.

Your eyes started to roll as your vision became blurry. You tried to keep pressing on your wound, but your hands wouldn’t listen to you anymore. As your fingers fell beside you once again, you felt a hard pressure against your stomach. You knew you were delirious when you saw Kaz kneeling at your side, keeping your blood inside your body, allowing you to close your eyes at last. Kaz himself was beginning to feel like he was dreaming too. But his dream was a memory. The last time he had pushed his hair out of his face, your blood on his gloves ran up his arm beneath his sleeve. The wet sensation combined with the coldness of your body under his hands was all too familiar. He could almost feel the water choking him once more.

Kaz wanted nothing more than to sink his memories forever. But they kept surfacing to matter how hard he tried to focus on you. A scream ripped from his throat as he punched himself in the head, as if trying to evict the distraction of his childhood trauma. His eyes fell upon your face as he told himself this isn’t Jordie. You were still alive, at least you would be as long as he could keep himself together. He pressed more confidently against the wound at he thought of losing you, his partner in crime. He never expected to trust someone enough to call them that. He had his Crows, but never a partner. Not until you. Not since Jordie. A tear fell from his cheek onto yours as he stared down at your paling features.

He barely even noticed Inej’s arrival. It was shortly followed by Jesper’s much louder one.

“Sorry! We got held up by-“ Jesper froze when he saw the scene before him, then released a breath when he saw your chest rising.

“Shit. We need to get them back home.” Jesper jumped straight into action, less cautious to approach Kaz than Inej was. He took over Kaz’ position at your side and picked you up.

You woke up to a deep ache, causing you to groan and roll over. The movement changed the pain to a searing stab.

“FUCKING HELL!!!” You screamed.

“Good morning to you too.” Kaz’ made his presence in the room known to you. He was sat at the side of your bed smirking at you.

“I take it the men who were supposed to be chasing us are why Inej and Jesper were late?” You asked. Kaz answered you with only a nod, leaving you still concerned for your friends. Your rolled your eyes as sat up, this time sure to move slower. It did not help much, still feeling like you were being ripped open. You felt Kaz’ cane press against your chest gently.

“Lay down.” He sternly told you. You looked up at him in defiance but stopped when you saw his eyes. “Please.” His tone was more vulnerable this time, small like a whisper. You allowed his cane to push you back down, not missing the sadness in his eyes as a groan escaped you.

“I’m okay.” You sent him a comforting smile, which he returned.

“So are Inej and Jesper.”

Kaz had been in and out of your room all day in between handling business.

“I just came to say goodnight.” He said, though he seemed as though he was holding back. You decided not to pry, since you did not have the energy to get blood from a stone tonight.

“Goodnight Kaz.” You smiled. He turned to leave, looking almost disappointed. Then out of nowhere, he rushed back in and stopped when he reached your bedside. He looked deep into your eyes. The intensity woke your drowsy mind as your heart skipped a beat. “You are very special to me. Today was…” He trailed off and looked away. You thought he was about to turn around and leave again, but instead he sucked in a deep breath and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead. As his lips met your skin, he lingered for a second. This was the closest you had ever felt to him. Not because of the physical contact though. It was rare for Kaz let someone see him feel. It felt intimate. But it was over as fast as it began.

“Goodnight.” He said once more, but this time he was breathless and shaking in a mix of fear and something else that he was finally ready to name.

“I love you.” He spoke. Before you could process the interaction, he was gone.

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Thank you for reading 🌹

[fairytalesofforever]

kept my warmth

for @grishawintergifts @jyovi-04 | kaz/inej | background jesper/wylan

Generally, it does not snow in Ketterdam. 

The city is too damp and not nearly idyllic enough for that; they get sleet, and hail, and ice that makes the streets slick and perilous, but not snow. The first winter that Inej is back on the Wraith, however, it snows not once but twice. 

The first snow is a passing nothing—the Crow Club is quiet, construction on the Six is slowed, a stubborn ache nests itself around Kaz’s knee, and the streets are covered in puddles and slush by noon. The second falls when she’s on shore at Jesper and Wylan’s. 

He almost doesn’t go. It’s a veritable blizzard and snow has piled up around the doors of the Slat and the clubs, and besides, he only tolerates the damp with his collar turned up and his scowl particularly deep. However. It’s the damp or Jesper’s sad, pleading expression, like the farm’s collie when Jordie once stepped on her tail. It’s the damp or Wylan’s resignation, ducking his head to his work, his pen scratching in the silence. It’s the damp or Inej sitting alone by a fire. 

She got back yesterday. He hasn’t seen her yet. 

So he goes. 

He walks past the shoveled front steps of the manor, around the uncleared side path that leads to the kitchen door. This is the one lock they haven’t changed on his advice, which Kaz takes as an invitation to let himself in. The ache is less nested now and more burrowed, and he shifts his weight as he coaxes the lock open, then slips inside. 

There are too many parlors in this damn house, but he makes an educated guess and finds them in the one at the base of the stairs. Jesper is in a high-backed chair with some sort of orange-bronze foliage pattern upholstered on it, the only one facing the doorway, and he whoops when he sees Kaz. “Good thing we didn’t get the whiskey out yet at eleven bells. Is that the cherry wine from the Crow Club?”

The bottle that was hanging quite obviously from Kaz’s hand vanishes as soon as the other two turn to look. “I don’t bring gifts, Jesper.”

“Right. Just your sparkling personality.” Jesper hops up from his chair and lopes over to poke at the fire, throwing up a shower of sparks. 

“Kleincanal is frozen over,” Wylan mentions. 

Jesper perks up at this, for some reason, and worse yet he’s looking at Kaz. “Decided to be snowed in with us, then?”

“Needed explosives,” Kaz says shortly, leaning on his cane and chancing a look at Inej. It’s been two months and then some since he last saw her. She must’ve visited Ravka because her nose is pierced now. A red line of firelight reflects off the thin, gilded ring. More of the light ribbons through her braid, uncoiled over one shoulder, and underpaints her gleaming lashes. They raise slowly as she looks at him, and he can see her taking him apart with her eyes just as he’s doing. Cataloguing the changes. He’s wearing the gloves now, but he’s stopped wearing them when he’s alone in his room. 

“I’m afraid they’ll take me most of the day to make,” Wylan says, twisting in his chair to look back at Kaz over his shoulder. Technically, he’s in a high-collared suit of mercher black, but the top buttons are undone and his ascot is draped over the arm of his chair. “So you’ll have to stay here until after dinner.”

Kaz narrows his eyes. “I never told you what I wanted, merchling.” 

Wylan rolls his eyes. “No. You never do.”

Tired of standing in the doorway, Kaz crosses the room. The only available piece of furniture is the ornate sofa Inej is sitting on. He wishes people would stop trying to out-scheme him, but sits there anyway. 

“You did once,” she murmurs. 

Kaz glances at her. He tries to keep the looks short. Starving men have tendencies to feast and make themselves sick. “Did what, Wraith?”

“Said what you wanted.” She’s staring into the fire, almost whispering. 

You, Inej, you. And he’s trying, for what shamefully little he has to show for it. He wonders if he should take the gloves off now, chance it, shove his hands in his pockets so no one else sees. But Jesper is still standing up by the fire, laughing with his head thrown back the way Jordie used to do. Their da called him a little rooster. 

It’s always harder with Jesper. 

So when one of the maids brings out coffee, he takes the cup in his gloved hands. He drops in several sugar cubes, disguised by sleight of hand. Inej gives him an amused glance that makes him think she could tell. Wylan finds the bottle of cherry wine that has mysteriously found its way onto the drinks cart, despite the fact that Kaz hasn’t risen from his seat. Jesper laughs again and tips his head back. Little rooster. 

Outside, the snow continues to fall. 

The follow the coffee with water and then wine, served in glasses that are each worth enough to make Kaz consider pocketing one at the end of the night. Jesper and Wylan’s joint inability to keep their hands off of each other rears its head shortly after the wine is uncorked, and they give an excuse to vanish upstairs, leaving Kaz and Inej alone in the parlor as an early dark falls. 

“Three ships burned,” she says after several breaths of silence. “It was a long chase.”

“That’s the way,” Kaz replies. The snowdrifts have piled up to the lip of the windowsill and it’s still coming down outside. The Slat may be dry, but it doesn’t keep out the chill like a roaring fire does. 

“I left one of the captains on a sandbar.” Inej continues staring into the fire. Its reflections turn her eyes molten and make her skin glow red around the edges. “He begged. They all do.”

“Should’ve done their begging sooner.”

“And you, Kaz?” Now she’s looking at him. There’s space for a person to sit between them and then some. He should move closer. But this moment feels like it’s made of glass. He won’t shatter it. 

“I don’t beg,” he says. It’s a lie. He would if she asked. But Inej knows he’s a liar and she’s sitting here anyway. She knows and she still came back. 

How many more times?

Maybe he won’t have to keep counting if he fights for this like he’s fought for everything else. Even if he comes out bloodied and bruised, bones shattered, at the end of it all, that’s the way he knows how to win. 

“That isn’t what I meant,” Inej says. 

He knows that too. He doesn’t answer, not really. But he does slip the gloves off. First one, then the other, precise and sharp with his movements—undoing the wrist clasps, pocketing the pair. He drops his bare hand to the seat cushion. It feels like velvet. He can feel it now.

Her eyes track down to it, his fingers splayed out like roots on the green cushion. 

“Renovations on the Emerald Palace,” he says. They’re both looking at his hand now. His pulse is roaring like waves in his ears. Some days Kaz wonders if this sickness won’t die till he does. 

“I haven’t seen it yet,” Inej says softly. He thinks she may have moved closer, silent as always. 

“They tore down the facade. Rollins’ legacy is ash.” This should comfort him. Toppling Pekka Rollins was meant to finally convince the warped and cracked parts of his mind that he wasn’t a helpless child anymore, that he could win even this fight. But all he can see now is his bare hand. Ripped-out roots. 

“What are you naming it?” Inej’s voice is a light from the surface. 

He hasn’t told anyone this yet. There are four people left who would know what it means, and three of them would laugh in his face. He doesn’t want to face that today. “The Silver Six.” 

Inej’s hand slides across to meet his. Their fingers interlock. She has new calluses, places where the skin has split. The roughness helps. 

“So you’re building something new,” she says. Kaz looks up at her, nodding in thought, warm to the touch. Outlined in fireglow. Alive, alive. “And what about watching it burn?”

One day he’ll have more of an answer for her. Today the best they can hope for is to be warm in the heart of a Ketterdam blizzard and to bear one another’s touch without the world spinning. To stay in the present. 

“You’re burning enough for the both of us,” he says.

At that she gives a soft laugh, or it might be the fire crackling. The heat and light are all the same. This is dangerous. Comfort is dangerous. The swelling feeling in his chest is dangerous. 

He wants to say it can’t last. But maybe he can make it last. Maybe that’s what it means to no longer be helpless. 

Her thumb brushes up and down over the top of his, the fine lines of the first knuckle. “Snow means trouble on the sea,” she says. 

“It means trouble in Ketterdam, too.” Kaz’s voice comes out particularly rough. 

“No.” Her thumb is still moving, gentle, alive, alive, alive. “I don’t mind it here.” 

[seidenbros]

Weak kisses in the morning in bed, when they're barely awake.

Wesper pls 🥺👉👈

Thank you, Lou! I have some very soft Wesper for you

Kiss Prompt List

“Mhh”, Wylan grumbled when he felt the blanket slipping away, so he quickly reached out a hand to pull it back up. It was cold outside and still dark, no need to get up right now, especially when he was still tired, and there was a warm body pressed against his back, one arm slung around his middle to hold him tight.

“You alright?” Jesper’s voice was quiet in the darkness of the room, gravelly from sleep, and Wylan knew that he wasn’t completely awake as well.

“Yeah, just a bit cold.” That alone prompted Jesper to pull Wylan even closer, press his nose against the back of his neck. Goosebumps spread from the spot where Wylan’s nose touched him - the good kind of goosebumps, not from the cold, but from how good it felt. “Get some more sleep.”

“Mhh don’t know if I can.” Jesper’s voice was vibrating against Wylan’s skin, making him shiver ever so slightly. “Gotta warm you up again.” His hand slipped beneath Wylan’s sleep shirt, fanning out over his stomach, drawing circles into his skin with his thumb. Jesper’s lips replaced his nose, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck.

“You’re already doing that.” Wylan sighed softly, his eyes drifting shut again. To be quite honest, he couldn’t really tell how late it was, if it was still night time or early morning. Most days, Ketterdam stayed quite dark, especially in winter, but since they had no appointments today, they could stay in bed as long as they wanted. “You’re a whole furnace.”

“Is this your way of telling me that I’m hot?” Jesper murmured against Wylan’s shoulder, and he could hear and feel the smile in his voice, before another kiss was pressed against his shirt-clad shoulder.

“Well, that’s not a secret.” Opening his eyes again so they could adjust to the darkness in the room, Wylan carefully turned around in Jesper’s arms, throwing his leg over Jesper’s to be even closer to him. His right hand found its way on Jesper’s belly, thumb slowly stroking back and forth while he reached his left one up to cup the back of his head. “But you’re also warming me up pretty nicely.” Slowly, he stroked his thumb right behind Jesper’s ear, beneath it, then back up, repeating the motion, because he knew how much Jesper enjoyed this. It had an almost calming effect on him, not that he needed it right now, but the deep sigh that fell from his lips was music to Wylan’s ears.

“Good. Can’t let you freeze,” Jesper mumbled, still with a smile on his lips. There was something else he wanted to do, though, something better than talking, and so he brushed his lips over Wylan’s. Just a soft, short kiss, nothing more, but enough to warm him up from the inside. Both of them actually.

Jesper’s hand slipped onto his back, further upwards and between his shoulder blades, feeling his sleep warm skin. With the other hand, he slowly carded through Wylan’s curls, before tracing his fingertips along the shell of his ear, his neck, to his shoulder. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling into the next kiss Wylan bestowed upon him. There was no heat behind them, neither of them initiating anything more for once, just the simple act of kissing each other. Languid, lazy, weak kisses that still managed to make Jesper’s heart beat a little faster, because he loved the man in his arms so much. 

At one point, Wylan only managed to kiss the corner of Jesper’s lips, then his cheek, and Jesper wasn’t sure whether it was on purpose or not, but when Wylan’s head lulled a little against his own, he couldn’t stop himself from chuckling.

“Get some more sleep, darling.”

“Mhm.” A weak attempt to protest on Wylan’s part. Jesper ignored this more or less, hugged him tighter yet again and turned onto his back, pulling Wylan half on top of himself so that his head was laying on Jesper’s chest. There was no sign of protest anymore, quite the contrary, when Wylan pressed even more against him, his own hand halfway tucked beneath his head.

Jesper watched him for a moment before he lifted his head to place a gentle kiss on Wylan’s hair. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was, but this wasn’t some kind of dream anymore. When he woke up - properly woke up - Wylan would still be there.

[nerdlingmerchling]

Wylan's rational brain knew he was safe indoors, with his fiancé, and yet he still felt exposed to the element – could almost taste the rain on his tongue, feel it trickle down the back of his neck. He gritted his teeth to keep them from rattling.

A fic for @sixofcrowdaydreams for the Cozy Crows Winter Exchange

Rating: Mature

Read it here.

[audreyclimbs]

plssss do a kaz brekker x reader where reader is drunk and kaz takes care of her and they’re like so in love and it’s soft and fluffyyyyy

anon i gotchu i love making borderline sociopathic, murderous, highly traumatized men into sappy little lovers

[martinakl13]

Six of Crows fic masterlist

Keeping Me Alive work in progress

Not Rated, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University; Chapters 212/?

Relationships: Kanej, Helnik, Wesper

Some important tags: Jordie Rietveld Lives; Mixed Martial Arts; Alternate Universe - Ballet

Original Summary:

A boy who lost everything and is still fighting for his chance at a better life. A ballerina who wants to make her dream come true. A soldier running away from a terrible truth. A multilingual girl, abandoned by her own family, trying to find her place in a world. A talented musician who struggles to overcome his father's prejudice and mistrust. A boy who solves his problems by making bad decisions. Six students of University of Ketterdam deal with their past and traumas to find love, understanding and friendship.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40936371/chapters/102587274

Hearts of Saints complete work

Rating M; Canon Compliant; Chapters: 62/62; Words: 248,176

Some important tags: Pirate Inej Ghafa, Captain Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker's Backstory, Kaz Brekker's Real Name, Kanej centric

First part (Serie Heart of the Sea, Shadow of the City)

Original summary:

Nearly a year since the Ice Court heist, Inej and Nina receive a strange letter from Jesper inviting them back to Ketterdam. Something has happened and it can't be good. Are their friends in danger? However, the city and their friends don't welcome them as warmly as they expected. An old enemy returns, but is it the only threat, or is there a bigger one? But this is only the beginning. The new queen of Ravka has a very unique job for the Crows. She wants them to steal the heart of Sankt Feliks. Sequel to Crooked Kingdom following the events of the Nikolai series. The story begins after Zoya's coronation, but includes flashbacks explaining earlier events.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45847870/chapters/115386739

Rotten City work in progress

Rating M; Canon Compliant; Chapters: 9/?

Second part (Serie Heart of the Sea, Shadow of the City)

Some important tags: Pirate Inej Ghafa, Captain Inej Ghafa, Inej Ghafa's Time in the Menagerie (mentioned), The Merchant Council

Original Summary:

Two years after the Ice Court heist, Kaz Brekker and his team are given a new job. The stakes are very high, but what if this time it's too much for Kaz? Will he be willing to admit defeat and lose something very valuable, or will he find a way out of a precarious situation?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63444169/chapters/162558706

Born To Be Champions complete work

Rating T; Alternate Universe - Sports, Biathlon; Chapters: 25/25; Words: 230,222

Some important tags: Jordie Rietveld Lives, Kaz's Parents Lives, Aditi Hilli Lives, No trauma, Enemies to Friends to Lovers (Kanej), Kanej centric

Original Summary:

Kaz Rietveld, a talented Swiss biathlete, is forced to change teams at the start of what should have been his breakthrough season. He is angry and unwilling to cooperate with anyone, but eventually finds friends and something else entirely. Summary for chapters 12-24: Lukas Rietveld enters his third season with the French team. A lot has changed since his involuntary transfer and Kaz and those closest to him face new challenges, including the Winter Olympics.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54428653/chapters/137876821

In the Darkest Corner of Your Mind work in progress

Rating T, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Magic; Chapters: 48/?

Some important tags: Dark Magic, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst

Relationships: Kanej centric, Wesper, Helnik, Background: Nikolai/Zoya, Genya/David, Alina/Mal

Original Summary:

There is a new student at Hogwarts. It shouldn't be strange considering there are a lot of new first-years, however he is too old to be one of them and there is some mystery surrounding him. Who is the strange boy with his cane and leather gloves that he never put away?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56999884/chapters/144952027

On Black Feathered Wings complete work

Rating T, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Character Swap, Grisha Kaz Brekker, Grisha Inej Ghafa, Grisha Matthias Helvar, Grisha Wylan Van Eck; Chapters: 42/42; Words: 167,277

First part of a trilogy (Serie On Black Feathered Wings)

Some important tags: Kaz constantly giving Inej flowers, Soulmates, Jordie Rietveld Lives

Relationships: Kanej, Wesper + Helnik Slow Burn

Original Summary:

Inej Ghafa is a talented acrobat, but only her closest family knows that she uses her special power during her performances. Wylan Van Eck was sent to Ravka to be trained as a Grisha, but when he returns years later, his home is no longer his home. Matthias Helvar has powers he never asked for, and his family wants to keep him safe. What is the best way to hide Grisha in Fjerda? Among the drüskelle. Nina Zenik is a soldier of the First Army, gifted with excellent language skills. Jesper Fahey moves with his mother to Ketterdam after the tragic death of his father and the loss of their farm due to debts. Kaz Brekker has powers that no one has seen before. Or?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48621490/chapters/122643886

Flying Into Darkness complete work

Rating M, Sequel to On Black Feathered Wings; Chapters: 37/37; Words: 164,155

Second part of a trilogy (Serie On Black Feathered Wings)

Some important tags: Soulmates, Jordie Rietveld Lives, Resistance, War, Suli Culture and Religion

Original Summary:

A rebel operating underground in the Barrel. A prisoner longing for freedom. A scientist trying to find a cure. A pirate fighting against fate. Two soldiers on a secret mission.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53888521/chapters/136397584

Kingdom of Fallen Birds work in progress

Rating M, Sequel to On Black Feathered Wings; Chapters: 11/?

Third part of a trilogy (Serie On Black Feathered Wings)

Original Summary:

Ravka and Fjerda are still at war and a new regime has been installed in Kerch, while Kaz struggles to find his way back to his power and lost memories. He is not alone, although there is one person in particular he still misses. However, will someone with such unusual power ever be free and have the opportunity to make decisions about his own life?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63558802/chapters/162882994

The Tale of Knives and Feathers complete work

Rating T, Alternate Universe - Aladdin (Disney Movies) Fusion, Kanej centric, Magic, Violence, POV Kaz Brekker, POV Inej Ghafa, PTSD, Past Rape/Non-con; Chapters: 10; Words: 46,030

Original Summary:

In the empire of Ravka, Princess Inej is about to get engaged, but all she wants is freedom. On the streets of Os Alta, there lives a boy who must protect himself by becoming someone else, a boy who wants nothing more than his revenge. Kanej in a story inspired by classic Disney movie ALADDIN.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61513681/chapters/157256671

Find Me Under the Apple Tree complete work

Rating T, Post-Canon, Amnesia, Chapter: 1; Words: 11,280

Original Summary:

Inej returns to Ketterdam for the winter to find out that something is not as it should be.

Do you want to know what Kaz Rietveld would have been like if he hadn't become Dirtyhands? Just hit Kaz Brekker hard in the head and you can have it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60566956

Dancing with the Crows complete work

Rating T, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Alternate Universe - Dancing With the Stars (TV) Fusion; Chapters: 10/10; Words: 23,928

Some important tags: Press and Tabloids, Kanej centric

Original Summary:

Breaking News headlines One of the richest businessmen in the world joins the cast of Dancing with the Grishaverse Stars! Will the famous pastry-cook bake her way through the dance show to the finals? Stand-up comedian accepted a spot, on Dancing with the Grishaverse Stars! The very first poet and the first politician in history of the show! Rock singer is the next star to dance in the ballroom! Who has a better chance to win? Scientist or actress? Hockey player versus musician! Who is the better dancer?

What happens when the Grishaverse characters join a dance show?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51360763/chapters/129783718

Dancing on the Rooftops complete work

Rating T, a bonus story for Dancing with the Crows; Chapters: 10/10; Words: 33,892

Original summary:

Do you want to take a look behind the scenes of a dance show and find out what's really going on here? Are the mass media right or not? What happens when the Grishaverse characters join a dance show?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52039714/chapters/131605543

Dancing Through the Night complete work

Rating T, sequel Dancing with the Crows / Dancing on the Rooftops; Chapters: 10/10; Words: 45,307

Original summary:

Five years after winning the dance show, Kaz and Inej have a baby, and the Crows and the rest of their friends (the "tolerated people" as Kaz says) can't stay away.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56190346/chapters/142743658

The Winner Takes It All complete work

Rating T, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Inspired by Mamma Mia! (Movie); Chapters: 10/10; Words: 36,726

Some important tags: Original Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa Child(ren), Original Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck Child(ren), Original Nina Zenik/Ilya Grimjer Child(ren)

Original summary:

Rumors are spreading throughout Ketterdam. The only son of King of the Barrel is getting married. The Wraith arrives in Ketterdam for the first time in seventeen years. Berth number twenty-two is still waiting, but the city and people may have changed a lot in that time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49600462/chapters/125186446

Summer Nights complete work

Rating T, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Unvierse - Grease (1978) Fusion; Chapters: 11/11; Words: 34,801

Some important tags: Kanej centric

Original summary:

Kaz Brekker spends the summer on a farm near Lij, where everyone knows him as Kaz Rietveld. He would rather stay in the city with his friends Nikolai, Jesper, Matthias and Mal. But then he meets a girl… Inej Ghafa and her parents are invited to her cousin's wedding and decide to spend the whole summer with the family in the countryside. Inej thinks she understand herself and her life until she meets a boy... What happened when you put GRISHAVERSE and GREASE together? Read tol find out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46738489/chapters/117713437

I plan to revise this story in the near future.

Map to Your Heart complete work

Rating T, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, a bonus story for Keeping Me Alive; Chapters: 1/1; Words: 3,451

Some important tags: Kanej centric

Original summary:

It's one of the many rainy days in Ketterdam when nobody wants to be outside, except for Kaz and Inej, who are on a mission: to explore the part of the coastline with the lighthouses.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46720252

[ctrlzirl]

Helmets

(platonic crows x reader and Kaz x reader)

Summary: Everyone needs a friend with a bike, am I right? Modern AU.

Warnings: Uh nothing really, stealing, fooling cops. I think at some point it gets repetitive, but I tried.

Note: This is very much a Modern AU, never written one before so let me know what you think. Please!

Kaz Brekker's heart pounded as he darted through the darkened streets, clutching the stolen jewelry close to his chest. He knew the police were hot on his trail, and he needed to find a safe haven quickly. Seeking refuge in an alley, he hoped it would remain a hidden spot, unseen by the pursuing law enforcement.

Just as he caught his breath, a familiar rumble echoed through the narrow passage. Looking up, Kaz's eyes met those of y/n, a skilled motorcyclist and a trusted friend, who had witnessed his daring heist unfold. They had always shared a unique bond, despite y/n's non-involvement with Kaz's gang. Y/n pulled up alongside him, donning a helmet and extending another to him.

"Quick, Kaz! Hop on!" y/n urged, voice filled with urgency. Kaz didn't waste a second, gripping the helmet and securing it on his head before leaping onto the back of the motorcycle.

As they raced through the labyrinthine streets, weaving through traffic, y/n's driving prowess kept them one step ahead of the cops. However, as they approached the vicinity of the Crow Club, y/n noticed a roadblock forming ahead. Cops were halting traffic, scrutinizing every vehicle passing by, searching for Kaz.

Remaining composed, y/n glanced at Kaz and calmly instructed, "Trust me, Kaz. I've got a plan." When their turn came to face the inquisitive officers, y/n answered their questions with an air of nonchalance, providing plausible explanations for their presence in the area. But when asked about Kaz's whereabouts, y/n slyly pointed in the wrong direction.

"Don’t want to be known as a snitch but I saw him running that way," y/n gestured, intentionally leading the police astray. The officers bought the misdirection, hastily leaving to chase shadows. As soon as they were gone, y/n burst into laughter, reveling in the absurdity of the situation.

"Those cops can be so easily fooled," y/n exclaimed, shaking her head. With a mischievous smile, she revved the motorcycle's engine and steered them back toward the safety of the Slat.

Throughout the exhilarating ride, y/n and Kaz shared a mix of relief and amusement, their friendship strengthened by yet another escapade. They knew that no matter the circumstances, they could rely on each other, even in the face of danger.

And so, together, they disappeared into the night, leaving the authorities chasing shadows while the Crow Club awaited their return.

As y/n and Kaz arrived back at the Crow Club, Jesper emerged from the shadows, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, look who it is!" he exclaimed, playfully nudging y/n's arm. "Going on secret motorcycle rides without me, huh?"

Y/n chuckled and wrapped Jesper in a warm hug. "You know you just have to ask, Jes," she replied, giving him a light squeeze. "Shoot me a text, and I'll pick you up anytime, hun." Their friendship had always been full of banter and lighthearted teasing, but the bond between them was unbreakable.

Jesper pretended to pout, mockingly placing a hand over his heart. "I've been waiting for my invitation, you know. I'm starting to feel left out."

Y/n laughed, their eyes sparkling. "Consider this your official invitation then," they said with a wink. "We'll take the scenic route, but don't blame me if your heart races faster than the bike."

Jesper's expression shifted from playful to contemplative. "You know, I should really learn how to ride a bike," he mumbled, thinking out loud. "But then again, Wylan would probably have a heart attack if I ever brought one home."

As Jesper continued his light-hearted ramblings, y/n's attention turned to the bar, where Kaz stood, contemplating their return. Knowing Kaz's usual demeanor, y/n sidled up to the counter and leaned in, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"Hey, Kaz," y/n called, a playful tone in their voice. "I think it's time you showed some gratitude. After all, I just saved your ass again."

Kaz's expression flickered between annoyance and begrudging appreciation. With a reluctant sigh, he relented. "Fine," he muttered, conceding defeat. He crossed over to the bar, preparing to fetch y/n their well-deserved drink. “But just one. Drinking and driving-“

“No bueno, I know.” Y/n leaned against the counter as Kaz handed y/n her free drink, a begrudging smile tugged at the corner of his lips. In this twisted little family they called their own, y/n's actions had earned their place as a trusted friend and ally—a position not easily granted, but one that was held dear.

As y/n savored their free drink, Kaz silently joined them at the bar, nursing his own drink. They shared a comfortable silence for a moment, appreciating the respite from the chaos that often engulfed their lives.

Breaking the silence, Kaz spoke, his voice low but filled with genuine admiration. "You know, at this point you should just become a crow." he suggested, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Y/n let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, Kaz, you know me. I like to dance to my own tune," she replied, her eyes glimmering with a sense of independence. The allure of the solitary path held a certain charm for y/n, even though she was always ready to lend a hand when needed.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly into the night, the words weaving between stolen treasures, daring heists, and the intricacies of their shared world. They discussed Kaz's latest acquisition, carefully skirting around details, knowing the importance of secrecy.

After a while, y/n rose from her seat, preparing to bid her friends farewell and head home. But before she could make her exit, Kaz's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Wait, y/n," Kaz said, his tone a touch more vulnerable than usual. "Come up to my office for a moment, if you don't mind."

Curiosity piqued, y/n agreed, following Kaz up to his private sanctuary. As they settled into his office, surrounded by the relics of his brilliance, Kaz spoke, his words laced with a rare gratitude.

"I want to thank you, truly," Kaz began, his gaze steady and sincere. "For saving me, for always having my back, even when you don't have to. You've proven time and again that you're more than a friend; you're an invaluable asset."

Y/n's heart warmed at the rare display of vulnerability from the usually guarded Kaz. She nodded, understanding the weight of his gratitude. "You know I'll always be there when you need me, Kaz," y/n replied softly, appreciating the unspoken bond they shared.

They chatted a while longer, delving into the shadows of their respective endeavors, until finally, y/n bid Kaz goodnight.

As y/n descended the stairs of the Crow Club, her gaze fell upon Jesper, who was engrossed in a game of chance, gambling away what little money he had left. Determined to put a stop to his behavior, y/n called out loudly, "Pretty boy! Let's go for a ride."

Jesper's eyes lit up, and he immediately abandoned the table, leaving the game behind without a second thought. Outside, y/n handed him the helmet that had previously graced Kaz's head. As y/n adjusted her own helmet, Nina appeared, a vibrant presence in the night.

"Hey, you two!" Nina greeted them warmly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. But as her gaze fell upon Jesper donning the helmet, a playful grin stretched across her face. "Finally! You can now shut up about how you've never been invited to ride with y/n."

Y/n shared a knowing smile with Nina, fully aware of Jesper's incessant longing for a motorcycle adventure. With everything ready, y/n revved the engine, ready to conquer the streets once more.

The ride that followed was filled with adrenaline and exhilaration, as y/n took Jesper on a journey more intense than any of the other crows had experienced before. The wind whipped through their hair, the thrill of speed mingling with the laughter that escaped their lips.

Once the ride reached its end, y/n took Jesper back to his home. As they pulled up, Wylan stood at the doorway, his eyes widening in a mix of concern and disbelief at the sight of Jesper removing the helmet.

Wylan's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, a mixture of relief and worry evident in his words. "Jesper, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Please tell me you haven't fully embraced the world of motorcycles!"

Jesper grinned sheepishly, his eyes shining with mischief. "Not fully, Wylan," he replied, wrapping an arm around y/n's shoulder. "But I can't resist the thrill of the ride, especially when y/n is the one behind the handlebars."

As they bid their farewells and Jesper disappeared into the safety of his home, y/n couldn't help but smile. Her adventures with the Crows, the rush of the night, and the bonds they shared were the stuff of legends.

As y/n's thoughts wandered on her journey home, an idea began to form in her mind. It had been a long time since she had genuinely cared for and appreciated friends like Kaz, Jesper, and the rest of the Crows. With that in mind, y/n decided to make one final stop before calling it a night—a visit to the local bike shop.

As y/n stepped into the shop, the familiar face of Phil greeted them warmly. Over time, Phil had become acquainted with y/n, thanks to her frequent visits. Curiosity gleaming in his eyes, Phil asked, "Hey there, what brings you in today? Looking for something specific?"

Y/n smirked and replied, "Just planning to buy a couple of helmets." They shared a laugh as Phil accompanied her to the helmet section, his curiosity piqued. "Did you break your helmet again? What are you even doing with them anymore?" he inquired, amused by y/n's ever-present need for helmets.

Chuckling, y/n shook her head. "No, not this time. I actually have a few friends who tag along on my adventures quite often," she explained. "Figured it's about time they had their own helmets for safety."

Together, y/n and Phil sifted through the collection, searching for helmets that would hopefully fit their respective owners' heads. After selecting six suitable helmets, y/n paid for her purchase, bidding Phil farewell.

As y/n made her way back home, carrying the helmets, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in their heart. The thought of equipping their friends with safety gear symbolized a deeper bond—a recognition of the value these relationships held in her life.

Excitement and anticipation filled y/n's thoughts as they envisioned the reactions of their friends upon receiving the helmets. It was a small gesture, but one that spoke volumes about the care and appreciation y/n had for the Crows.

The next morning, y/n arrived at the Crow Club, eager to reunite with her chosen family. With bags filled with helmets slung around their arms, y/n stood outside the closed club, waiting for someone to open the door. The weight of the bags had made her ride a bit of a challenge, but the anticipation fueled her determination.

As the door swung open, revealing Inej, y/n couldn't contain their excitement. It had been weeks since they last saw each other, and their reunion was filled with warmth and genuine affection. Inej enveloped y/n in a tight embrace, and y/n eagerly returned it, savoring the feeling of being back together.

Once inside, Inej's curiosity got the better of her. She asked y/n about the contents of the bags, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "They're gifts,” Y/n's smile widened “for you guys."

Inej's face lit up with a mix of surprise and gratitude. She explained that the rest of the Crows were currently out but would be arriving shortly. Unable to contain their excitement any longer, y/n handed Inej one of the bags, containing a dazzling dark purple helmet that shimmered under the club's lights and was illustrated with what seemed to be a small dagger at the back of it.

Inej expressed her gratitude, but y/n quickly interjected, a mischievous glint in their eyes. "Don't thank me just yet," she teased. "Try it on first. We need to make sure it fits perfectly."

Inej laughed, understanding y/n's playful nature, and proceeded to try on the helmet. It slipped onto her head flawlessly, a perfect fit. A sense of satisfaction washed over y/n as she watched Inej wearing the helmet, knowing that her gesture of appreciation had been well received.

As the door swung open, signaling the arrival of Wylan and Jesper, y/n turned to greet them. She couldn't help but notice the intertwined hands of the couple. Jesper's eyes flickered towards Inej, who was proudly showing off her new helmet, and he playfully feigned offense.

"Wait, Inej gets her own helmet, but I don't?" Jesper exclaimed, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. Y/n turned around, a mischievous grin playing on her lips, as she retrieved two of the five remaining bags.

With a twinkle in her eyes, y/n handed Jesper the bag, and he hurriedly opened it, his eagerness palpable. Inside was a helmet adorned with two intricately painted guns, a nod to Jesper's sharpshooting skills. Jesper's face lit up with delight as he quickly tried the helmet on, the perfect fit causing a surge of excitement within him.

Y/n chuckled at Jesper's enthusiasm, reminding him, "Oi! You've got to chill, mate." Their attention then turned to Wylan, who approached the group with a faint smile gracing his features. Y/n extended the second bag toward him, her voice filled with warmth and understanding.

"I know you're not really into the whole bike life thing, but you never know." y/n said, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. Wylan accepted the bag, his curiosity piqued. As he opened it, a burst of vibrant colors greeted his eyes—a yellow helmet adorned with red and orange flames that swirled around its surface.

Jesper looked on in awe, recognizing the thoughtfulness behind y/n's choice. He couldn't help but admire how the flames on Wylan's helmet represented what he loved most, even without an actual bomb design. With a shy smile, Wylan carefully placed the helmet on his head, the perfect fit a testament to y/n's attention to detail.

The group stood together, each adorned with their new helmets.

As they waited for the rest of the group to arrive, Jesper informed y/n that Kaz was caught up in an important meeting somewhere in the city, while Nina and Matthias were on a much-deserved date. With a collective decision to wait, they settled in, sipping on drinks and engaging in a friendly game of darts, with Jesper predictably emerging as the victor—his sharp aim unmatched by the others.

Time passed, and conversation flowed freely between the group. Amidst the laughter, Wylan found himself drawn to y/n's affinity for motorcycles. He mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation, genuinely curious about her passion.

"Why do you like bikes so much?" Wylan asked, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. Y/n smiled, recognizing Wylan's shy demeanor and the effort he made to engage in conversation. Sensing an opportunity, y/n extended an offer.

"Instead of explaining, how about I show you?" y/n suggested with an inviting smile. Jesper's grin widened, and Inej nodded approvingly, encouraging Wylan to embrace the adventure.

With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, Wylan agreed, realizing that he had his helmet to put to use. Y/n knew this ride would be different from the others y/n had taken the Crows on. She knew Wylan's apprehension toward bikes, so instead of navigating the bustling city streets, y/n took him toward the tranquility of nature, opting for scenic routes where the sounds of honking cars were replaced by the harmonious melodies of birds and the rustle of leaves.

As they cruised through picturesque landscapes, Wylan's initial unease slowly transformed into a sense of peace and appreciation. He marveled at the beauty of nature, his eyes wide with wonder. The ride was calm, allowing him to connect with his surroundings in a way he hadn't experienced before.

Y/n watched Wylan's transformation with a contented smile, knowing that this gentle ride was a reflection of their friendship and understanding. Sometimes, it's not about the thrill of adrenaline but rather finding solace in the serenity of nature and the company of a trusted friend.

As the wind gently caressed their helmet covered faces, Wylan's hesitation melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom. The bond between y/n and Wylan grew stronger, forged through shared experiences and the willingness to step outside their comfort zones.

The ride came to a peaceful end, and as they dismounted their bikes, a sense of tranquility hung in the air. Wylan's eyes sparkled with gratitude as he thanked y/n for the unique experience.

With heartfelt sincerity, y/n replied, "Anytime, Wylan. I'm glad I could show you a different side of the bike life."

As they made their way inside, y/n and Wylan encountered Matthias and Nina, who had just arrived at the Crow Club. Nina's sharp eyes immediately caught sight of Wylan's helmet, and she couldn't resist making a playful comment.

"What do you have there, demo man?" Nina teased, her gaze shifting to Wylan's slightly flushed face. Wylan, a touch embarrassed, explained that the helmet was a gift from y/n.

As the group walked together, y/n guided them toward the table where three gift bags were waiting. With a playful grin, y/n handed a bag to Matthias and another to Nina. Excitement filled the air as they eagerly opened their bags, revealing their personalized helmets.

Matthias' helmet, larger than the others, was a deep shade of blue, adorned with the majestic figures of a moon and a wolf. A sense of awe washed over him as he took in the intricate details. Nina's helmet, on the other hand, shimmered with a beautiful honey color, and it was covered in whimsical waffle designs.

Laughter erupted as they admired their helmets, each reflecting their unique personalities. Y/n then urged them to try the helmets on, curious if Matthias' would fit since she had only given him a ride once before, under emergency circumstances.

As Matthias placed the helmet on his head, it became evident that it was slightly too big. Y/n immediately apologized and promised to get the right size tomorrow, feeling a tinge of regret for not ensuring the perfect fit. However, Matthias reassured them with a warm smile.

"There's no need to apologize, y/n. I really like it," Matthias said sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. Nina chimed in, expressing her thanks for the beautifully crafted helmet that had unexpectedly ignited her waffle cravings.

With laughter and appreciation, the Crows marveled at their newfound accessories, their helmets serving as tokens of friendship and shared experiences.

As darkness enveloped the city, the tired crows bid their farewells after receiving a text from Kaz letting them know that the club wouldn’t open tonight, gradually dispersing to seek rest in their respective abodes. However, y/n's determination to deliver the final gift spurred her to deviate from the usual path home. Instead, she set her course towards Kaz's apartment, carrying the bag containing his present.

Arriving at Kaz's building, y/n caught sight of him stepping out of his car. With a burst of excitement, she called out his name, catching him off guard. Kaz turned towards her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Hello, y/n. What are you doing here?" he inquired, his voice laced with intrigue. Without uttering a word, y/n extended the bag towards him, her smile growing with anticipation.

"How about we go up to your apartment, and you open it?" she suggested, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Kaz nodded in agreement, briefly summoning the elevator. As the doors slid open, they stepped inside, and y/n couldn't help but notice Kaz's tired demeanor. He gently rubbed his leg, attempting to alleviate the strain from a day likely spent on his feet.

Once they reached Kaz's apartment, they settled on the couch, y/n eagerly awaiting his reaction as he carefully opened the bag. Inside lay an almost black helmet adorned with crows in flight. Yet, what distinguished this helmet from the others was the addition of golden letters at the bottom—KR.

Kaz examined the helmet meticulously, his eyes tracing the intricate details. A sense of appreciation and warmth filled the room as he finally spoke, "It's... beautiful." Y/n blushed slightly but swiftly returned to her playful self.

"I know, right?" she responded, a lightheartedness to her tone. Observing Kaz's finger tracing the initials, a hint of nervousness crept into y/n's mind, questioning whether the inclusion of the "R" was too much. Before she could voice her concerns, Kaz interrupted her by swiftly donning the helmet and declaring his affection.

"I love it," he stated resolutely, his voice brimming with sincerity. Y/n's heart swelled with joy, her playful demeanor restored.

The room seemed to glow with an unspoken understanding and appreciation, as Kaz embraced the thoughtful gift.

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tags! @babyblue-chaos @thescorpioscrow @ekkoismyhusband

[kazcreates]

Simple Solutions

Summary: A glimpse into a soft morning in the Rietveld-Fahey-Ghafa household, and a show of how partners complete each other.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54864406

“Damn it!” Kaz shouted, loud enough to startle his partners who were lounging in the living room. 

Before Jesper and Wylan could challenge each other to Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who was to get up, Inej slipped from the nest of blankets that she and her partners had bundled together on the couch. Her feather-light footsteps made no sound, and yet she knew Kaz could sense her presence as she slipped into the kitchen.

He was leaning over the counter, propped up on his elbows, his face in his hands. She worried for a moment that he might have hurt himself, then she saw it.

Small droplets of waffle batter surrounded the large red bowl that Kaz had been using to mix it all up in. Inside said bowl, half-submerged in sticky batter, were Kaz’s glasses.

His eyesight had been getting worse over the years, too many knocks to the head during countless brawls and jobs gone sideways. It had taken quite a bit of convincing before they finally got him to visit the optometrist and had gone home with a pair of corrective lenses set in thin black frames.

“Damned things keep falling off and now look,” Kaz grumbled, rubbing his face roughly with the palms of his hands. He glared at the batter-caked glasses as Inej plucked them out of the bowl. One of the most feared men in half the countries in the world, at war with a pair of spectacles.

Inej couldn’t fight the smile that pulled at her lips. 

“Don’t laugh,” Kaz whined, burying his face in his hands again. There was no commanding in his voice, this wasn’t the feared Dirtyhands giving an order. This was an embarrassed Kaz Rietveld begging his wife not to make fun of him. “It’s bad enough that we missed Jesper’s birthday because of my surgery. I just wanted to make a nice breakfast for all of us.”

“Breakfast isn’t ruined, you know,” Inej chided him gently. She reached for the towel which hung on the stove handle, and dampened it beneath the faucet.

“And if I may, it’s not your fault we missed my birthday. I have the memory of a goldfish,” Jesper piped up, moving from the doorway and moving up behind Kaz, snaking his arms around his waist. “I’m not holding it against any of you. Especially not you. You needed that surgery.”

“My leg has been messed up for 13 years, it could’ve waited another day,” Kaz said, his voice low and gravelly with contentment, as Jesper nuzzled his head into Kaz’s shoulder.

“Speaking of which, have you had your medication?” Wylan called from the living room.

“If you’re going to eavesdrop, my dear merchling, you may as well join us!” Jesper called back, clasping a hand over Kaz’s ear as not to yell directly into it. 

“If you insist,” Wylan sighed dramatically, sweeping into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped snugly around his shoulders. He’d picked up on Jesper’s theatrics over the years.

“How is your leg doing, Kaz?” Inej asked, giving the glasses a final wipe with the rag. 

“It doesn’t hurt so bad this morning. In fact, I think this is the best it’s felt in months,” Kaz admitted, melting a little as Jesper pressed kisses to the side of his neck.

“I’m glad,” Wylan said, folding his blanket over the back of one of the chairs at the dining table. He rolled up his sleeves and went about finishing the breakfast that Kaz had started, hushing him when he began to protest.

“You should probably get off your feet either way, darling,” Jesper said, and, without warning, swept Kaz off of his feet, narrowing avoiding knocking into Inej. 

Kaz rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything more. He was getting better at allowing himself to be taken care of. And with all of the progress that he’d made in touch over the past decade, he had no objections with being as close to his partners as he could get.

Jesper set him down carefully in one of the dining chairs, and then stepped back, like an artist admiring his work. “Hmm… something’s missing,” he said, tapping a finger against his chin. “Ah! Inej, give me those glasses.”

Inej handed over the freshly cleaned glasses.

Jesper took them carefully, and placed his hands over the hinges. The screws tightened, making the arms more rigid. Then he ran his hands along the plastic, molding it beneath his fingers. When he was finished, he set them gently against Kaz’s nose, tucking the arms over his ears. 

“There. Perfection,” Jesper grinned, placing a kiss against Kaz’s forehead, before ruffling his hair just to annoy him.

“It’s getting long,” Inej noted, twirling a strand of Kaz’s hair so that it stood almost directly up on his head. 

He pressed it back down against his head. She was right though. The sides had grown out enough to curl around his ears, and the top was long enough to fall into his eyes if he didn’t brush it back. He hadn’t ever let it get this long since he was a child.

“You’re starting to look like a farm boy again,” Jesper teased. “It’s a good look on you.”

Kaz shook his head, but he was smiling.

These were the moments that had made ever moment of pain and agony worth it. Healing had been a hell of a process, and he wasn’t near finished with it. But he’s grown a lot since he was seventeen. He hoped to grow some more, with his Crows right by his side. 

Wylan set the first plate of waffles down on the table in front of him. 

“Candles?” Kaz asked, trying to focus on speech as Inej braided the longer strands of his hair. 

“Gasp, birthday waffles? You shouldn’t have,” Jesper again with the theatrics. He fetched the candles from a drawer and placed them into the fluffy center of the stack of waffles.

An off-key rendition of happy birthday began and ended in a fit of laughter. 

The Rietveld home full of love and life once again.

[insonniacaotica]

I sent Kaz to therapy- That's it. That's the whole fanfic. So why did this become the saddest Kanej scene I've ever written? (I only know how to write fluff and angst, and it's painful)

[raginggeeksworld]

Chapter 4

A/N: this is a mix between fluff, pining and a small mention of trauma, otherwise it's pure tension bc I wanted to show more of their private moments as a couple!

[Disclaimer: I don't know shit about bullet wounds, but I mentioned stitching it bc there was a blog that also mentioned stitching it to keep the skin together, for the skin not to scar so badly]

After Kaz brought her into the small cabin, he quickly went out to retrieve his cane and some first aid items. When he came back, he was a little disheveled as he put them on the table, and watched as Y/N slowly took off his coat from her shoulders, wincing when she accidentally moved the injured one. Kaz stepped closer to her, trying to figure out a way to help her, her wet skin making it difficult for him.

"I got it from here Kaz. Don't worry," She whispered, still shaking from the cold. Kaz looked at her with a mocking face. "Really? With one hand?" She sent him an annoyed look as she reached for a cloth to clean off the blood from the wound.

Kaz watched her struggle for a few minutes, before he stepped closer to take the cloth and help, but Y/N took the cloth away from his reach. "I said I got it,"

"I've heard it, I'm not deaf. It doesn't mean you can't use my help," He said sternly and it only made Y/N even more frustrated, as she tried to contain her emotions. "And you're an expert with wounds, since when?"

"Quit being a stubborn mule and let me do it," Kaz was starting to get frustrated too. He quickly snatched the cloth away from Y/N and deeply inhaled, bracing himself for the action.

Her still wet skin and clothes made it much more difficult for him to concentrate on the wound, insted of her cold flesh, which was threatening to take him back to a memory he hated to relive in her presence. Kaz felt the water nearing in on his waist, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He also felt Y/N turning her body slightly away from him, to make the process more comfortable for him.

Before he could feel the water slowly burying his body again, he grounded himself by talking to the girl in front of him. When he finished with cleaning the wound, he looked at Y/N's now somewhat clean shoulder and swallowed thickly.

"Take off your vest and shirt. I can't take the bullet out like this." Kaz spoke on a quiet voice, then cleared his throat. "Not to mention you'll freeze to death in them," He turned around to give her some privacy, but Y/N spoke to him on a somewhat playful voice. "If you wanted me to take off my clothes you could've just asked,"

Kaz felt his heart drop to his ass. He was glad she couldn't see how flushed his face became at her words.

"You know that I don't ask for things. I steal them," Kaz said on a confident voice and heard Y/N hum behind him. "Is that a threat, Mr. Brekker?" She asked and gently tapped his ankle with her foot, to make him turn around. "It's a prom-"

The words died in his throat, as Kaz looked at Y/N's form. There were a few bruises forming on her lower ribs, where she was pulled down, but as soon as his eyes took in the bruise on her neck, Kaz felt like asking Nina to bring Oomen back from the dead, so he could kill him again.

Y/N noticed the murderous look in his eyes and took a step towards him. "These bruises will go away. I'm here, and I'm alive," She softly said and the sound made Kaz forget about the world outside for a moment. He looked at Y/N, then the wound on her shoulder, and began working.

Y/N hated bullet wounds. It wasn't enough to just stitch her up, her wound must be strongly poked to get the bullet out, then cleaned again, and only then could it be stitched. She hated the process. What she hated even more, was the fact that her darling partner was constantly asking her questions, making her talk when all she wanted to do was cry from the pain. She knew he used it as a mechanism for both of them, but she was one more second away from screaming.

She was gripping the edge of the small table and gritted her teeth. "Kaz, if you don't take that bullet out of me in the next ten seconds, I'll just fucking cut off my arm," She groaned and held the table tighter.

"Shame. A gunsmith needs both hands," Kaz replied and Y/N giggled, but the sound quickly died down in her throat, when suddenly a pain worse than before hit her shoulder, as she let out a groan.

"Just a few minutes," Kaz mumbled, but Y/N didn't quite hear it, because she was busy trying to muffle her scream. The pain was unbearable, and it only became worse when she felt Kaz put a new cloth on the wound, dipped in alcohol.

Y/N felt like her fingers were going to break any second from the grip she had on the table. Kaz pushed down on her shoulder, trying to keep himself steady, because Ghezen forbid he screwed up now. After a couple more minutes of groaning and wincing, Kaz slowly let go of Y/N's shoulder, inspecting it. When he found nothing suspicious, he cleaned it once more, before grabbing a thread and a needle to stitch it up.

Y/N stood still as Kaz tried to place his hands in a way least touching her skin, to keep it comfortable for both of them, but she felt the familiar thoughts flooding her. He doesn't want to touch me. He doesn't like to touch me. It's a burden to touch me. My skin is untouchable. My skin is disgusting. My scars are disgusting. My scars are-

"You stop that right now," Kaz said on a quiet, yet stern voice and it made Y/N slightly turn her head towards him. He was now standing directly next to her, so closely that if he wanted, he could've placed a kiss on her neck. On her scarred neck.

"Stop what?" Y/N asked, but little did she know what he was talking about. "Stop degrading yourself, just because I'm uncomfortable." He stared at her and then continued stitching her wound, "My unease has nothing to do with you, and everything with me. Don't lower your worth because I have a hard time adjusting to new things,"

"I know, but...old habits die hard," Y/N whispered as she watched Kaz bandaging her shoulder. She didn't even notice when he finished with her wound, but she was glad for it.

Kaz secured the fabric, but didn't pull away from her. Instead, he took a subtle, deep breath, and slowly began tracing her skin with his fingers. It started at her shoulder, then her collarbones, and eventually her neck, specifically her burn marks. Y/N most of the time forgot they were there, but when she didn't, she hated them. And no matter what form she took, the scars stayed. It made her irritated, sometimes to the point where she was contemplating slicing off her skin.

Kaz caressed her neck with such gentleness, that it made everything around Y/N melt. The room became warm all of a sudden, and she felt the tears forming in her eyes while Kaz looked at her with pure admiration on his face. He didn't let go of her as he came to stand behind her. He dipped his head and painfully slowly, left a feather light kiss on Y/N's scarred neck.

She became lightheaded as Kaz went to place another kiss on her skin. Then another. And another.

Then Kaz hesitantly placed a kiss on the side of her cold cheek, and waited for the nausea to hit him, but when it didn't came, he confidently leaned closer to the side of her face.

He lifted his hand and gently turned Y/N's head to him, just enough that their lips were half an inch away from each other. For a few moments, none of them did anything besides breathing and looking at each others lips. The silence didn't feel suffocating, it was a warm and comfortable feeling that embraced them.

Kaz wanted to take off his gloves. He felt proud for going this far with gloves on, doing it on a cold skin too. He felt himself get excited about what they were going to try next time, but it still made the leather on his hands burn his skin.

He craved touching Y/N without his gloves. He wanted to feel her skin under his fingers. He wanted to feel every scar, every uneven place on her. He wanted to feel her heartbeat under his hands.

He craved her in the most innocent way possible.

He wanted to be there for her, when she needed a shoulder to cry on. He wanted to be there when she needed a hug. He wanted to be able to hold her hand without even thinking about it. He wanted her to not worry about wether she should touch him. And most importantly, he wanted to kiss her whenever he wanted. Kaz thought about kissing her for the last two months. Placing kisses on every inch of her skin like it was the first drop of water after a drought, her hands, her arms, her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her lips.

Kaz was sure that once he tasted those lips, even spending an eternity kissing her wouldn't satisfy him.

Y/N felt herself become warm all of a sudden, but didn't move from her place. If Kaz decided to kiss her, she would have to be a fool to stop him from doing it. She tiled her head just a little closer to him, and felt his breath get caught up in his throat. Their lips were almost touching, and just when Kaz was about to close that practically non-existent distance between them, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Wether you like it or not Brekker, I'm going to check on Y/N! Her heartbeat is basically sky rocketing, I don't want her to pass out," They both heard Nina's worried voice from outside.

Y/N felt Kaz step away from her to grab his cane, and she felt disappointment flowing through her. She closed her eyes for a second before letting out a small sigh. She thought it went unnoticed by Kaz as she watched him go over to the door, but before opening it, he looked back at her with sincere apology in his eyes.

"I packed some clothes in the bag while you weren't looking. Try to get some rest," He paused and then added, "For me, at least," He whispered and Y/N felt her heart stop for the hundredth time that day.

She softly smiled at him and nodded. "Only if you'll check on me later. You know I can't be trusted with knives in a room," She smiled even wider when she saw Kaz's lips turn into a grin.

Another knock came on the door, but before Nina could speak again, Kaz opened it and like it was just another day for him, he walked past a stunned Nina to the others on board.

When Nina went inside the cabin and turned to Y/N, and realized her shirt was missing, she let out a surprised giggle and smiled at the girl.

"Now I understand why your heartbeat sounded like you were going to pass out!" She exclaimed and Y/N stared back at her with an imitation of Kaz's murderous gaze.

"Nina honey, I need you to shoot me in the head," Y/N said casually and Nina erupted in laughs.

[losing-my-rights-and-my-sanity]

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con (referenced)

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Pekka Rollins, Jan Van Eck

Tags:

Found Family, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Morally Gray Characters, Angst and Fluff, Urban Fantasy, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced SA, Revenge, Strong Female Character, Grishaverse, Heists, Criminal AU

Description:

Criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams - but he can't pull it off alone.

A convict with a thirst for revenge.

A sharpshooter who can't walk away from a wager.

A runaway with a privileged past.

A spy known as the Wraith.

A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums.

A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes.

Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist.

Kaz's crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction - if they don't kill each other first.