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cammys-imagines24 · 1 year
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• Kaz Brekker Being Jealous •
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It should come as no surprise that jealousy with Kaz is a common occurrence. The green eyed monster making it's presence known almost daily.
Even towards others who Kaz knows aren't a threat to your relationship.
It rears it's ugly head whenever he sees others touching you in ways that he cannot.
Such as when Nina kisses your cheeks in greeting or when she takes you on a day of shopping, her being able to see or touch your form as she forces you to try on fancy gowns.
And when Jesper casually drapes an arm around your shoulders or picks you up into a bone crushing hug, twirling you all around.
The envy is prominent then, when Kaz witnesses his own Crows giving you simple intimacies without a second thought. Ones he should effortlessly be giving you and more.
But with Nina and Jesper, Dirtyhands is never resentful towards them for long and can move on as soon as he sees you smile at him.
Or when you show how comfortable you are around him, like after a long day when he sees you relax on the settee in his office or when you carelessly throw your over-clothes around your quarters with him there.
When he sees you so content being in his company he can almost feel slightly grateful to the sharpshooter and heartrender for being there for you in ways he is unable (almost).
Now, let's say you're recieving unwanted attention from a mere Pigeon at the Crow Club? Or even another member of the Dregs? That's where the problem starts.
If anyone, anyone, lays a hand on you without your consent then that's where, as Mathias is apt to call him, the real Demjin shows himself.
See Kaz is very good at threatening people. And when it comes to protecting you, when it comes to the little green eyed monster inside his head, he even gets great satisfaction out of torture if necessary.
For instance, say some seedy bloke is staring at you too much for too long, well Kaz might just have to gouge out his eyes so he can never look again.
A hand finds it's way to grope your hips, ass or chest? Kaz deems it appropriate that the offender should just have said hand cut off.
There is a reason why you feel safe walking even the shadiest of alleys or going into the worst of pleasure houses on your own after all.
It being a well known fear told throughout the streets in hushed tones of just who is protecting you and what happens to any that disturb you.
Kaz would sooner lose the Crow Club itself than admit whenever he's jealous but you can always tell.
After all, despite his sharp expression, his eyes are a dead giveaway to how he's really feeling.
And though you cannot touch him as freely as most couples can with each other, you have your own ways of subtly reassuring him that he has nothing to worry about.
You are his and he is yours and no hug from a friend or grope from a creep will ever change that.
Your relationship isn't lacking, despite his fears. Despite the lack of physical intimacy.
Because in your heart you know how much the bastard of the barrel loves you.
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a-map-of-gays · 1 year
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Given the fact that that we know, canonically, that Jesper and Inej both like Kaz, and that Anika tried to flirt with him at the end of Crooked Kingdom. I fully believe that every fucker in the dregs has a crush on Kaz.
Every single person he's recruited to the gang just said yes cause he's hot. Like this is how every conversation Per Haskell has goes:
Haskell: Ok, I need you to go on a job with Kaz tonight
Dreg: The hot one? Yeah absolutely
Haskell: *slams his head against the desk*
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ashessonfire · 7 months
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Bonjour, lovely!! I adore your fics, your choice of words are just *✧delectable✧⁠* and I'm amazed at how you beautifully written Kaz. If you may, could you write a little fluff with the reader being a skilled painter/sculptor and she helps the crows in art forgery. (I personally love when there's a little angsty yearning in the mix but I trust you will blow it out of the waters). Mercii!!
Stolen hearts - Kaz Brekker x Reader
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Prompt : As a crow who specializes in art, what happens when Kaz stumbles upon one of your personal sketchbooks and gets a little jealous? - Pairing : Kaz Brekker x Reader - Warnings : Jealous Kaz, Kaz being an idiot, he gets a bit upset but nothing too crazy :)
A/N : Hi my loves, this is a pretty long one but I ADORED this idea, and so I let myself run with it.This may just be one of my favourite things I have ever written so I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing this!! As always requests are open, and please check my list here for other characters I write for!!
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(Also it seems as if we are getting closer to finding out if we are getting a SOC spin off!! After the writers strikes we should hopefully know, so lets try keep the Grishaverse fandom alive on here!! <3 )
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"You want me to recreate that in two days? Kaz, the original is painted in oils, they don't even dry in that time!" You exclaimed, peering over the top of a stolen painting at your boss, his gaze hard yet not harsh.
"I am aware," Kaz began, "But that's why I hired you, isn't it? You have not missed a deadline once, and I know you won't miss it now," his firm voice rung out into the acoustics of his office.
And of course, he was right.
Although you would have to take a few shortcuts, you could feel your fingertips twitching against the oak frame of the piece, mind already composing each element of the scene. Tucking it beneath your arm, you let out a gentle sigh, nodding swiftly in his direction before departing from the room.
He had saved you, and this painting was only a fragment in your repayment of Kaz Brekker.
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A fire had swept through your village just beyond the confines of the Barrel, leaving you with nothing but your pouch, filled to the brim with pencils, inks, and as many types of paper as you had been able to salvage. The corners of your paintings began to singe as your home was engulfed, pain piercing your heart as you sprinted down the path to evade the impenetrable walls of flame.
Ketterdam beckoned you into her grip, as you ventured through the dim alleyways until shadow gave way to dazzling light displays. The Lid revealed itself to you, and with no other choice you slotted yourself in with the penniless street merchants that lined the alleys of Ketterdam.
For years, you offered sketches, portraits, and paintings to the rich tourists that marveled at Ketterdam's wonders. Although mere pennies were offered in exchange for your work, it was enough to renew your supplies and evade sleeping by the canal, or being trampled by tourists.
As time crawled along your skills blossomed, transforming your rough ideas into magnificent pieces, worthy of far more than a few kruge. Soon, you began to slip into galleries, memorizing each stroke until your mind could guide your hands without a single thought. Portraits that were worth thousands were then being passed into clueless pigeon's hands for only a few hundred kruge, as your skills were unmatched in the art of forgery.
Little did you know that you were being kept under the watchful eye of Kaz Brekker's wraith, your talents being thoroughly observed and reported back to the leader of the crows.
You were able to swindle the pigeons for a few months until the Watchstadt began to take note of the remarkable artistry of your paintings. Overnight, the tides of your fortune changed, awaking one evening to the thudding of leather against stone, inching closer to you as each moment passed.
In a desperate attempt to escape your fate, you clutched your belongings and shot down a back alley, shadows offering you a blanket of protection from the moon's shimmering light. However it seemed as if your luck had reached its limit, as several guards barreled out in front of you, as your other exits were swiftly stolen from you.
Tears began to blur your vision, lightheadedness overtaking your senses, the guard's words became muffled and distant, as panic overtook your being. You were barely aware of a gentle voice calling you from your terror, a soft hand wiping away the beads of pain falling from your eyes.
In the hours that followed, you scarcely registered anything but your gratitude towards Inej, and ultimately to Kaz who had been increasing the hours that his wraith was sent to protect you. In a few swift meetings, Kaz Brekker had settled a deal with you, sheltering you from the darkness of the Barrel, whilst securing a valuable new member of the crows.
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"Thank the saints that that is over," Jesper all but shouted, falling backwards onto the sofa in the common room of the slat. Placing yourself on a worn armchair opposite, you felt somewhat peaceful as your painting had been so seamless that the entire mission was cut short by a few hours.
After jobs, each crow fell into their own routines to unwind the tension that undeniably interwove into each of them. Kaz's cane thumped lightly against the creaking oak of the staircase, ascending to his room to continue plotting. Hushed whispers often omitted from Wylan and Jesper as they basked in each other's company.
Inej was usually missing, as she was now, exploring the endless expanses of rooftops whilst allowing the bitter air to cool her down. Taking in the couple across from you, and a now slumbering Nina beside you, you reached for the familiar leather binding of your sketchbook.
The glowing embers of the low-lit fire cast soft shadows on your friends, and the light washes of orange and red watercolour aided in your attempt to capture the peaceful scene unfolding before you. However, the absence of a certain presence pulled you from your portrait, thoughts straying to the man who undoubtedly was scheming once more in his office.
Since joining his crew, a small fondness for the "demjin" had harbored itself deep within your heart, impenetrable and unmoving. He treated you with a cold kindness, gifting you small tins of expensive paints, or the latest papers, completely dismissing the fact they were irrelevant to your job.
With a short shake of your head, the thoughts dispelled, returning your mind to the clarity it needed to produce your sketch, the flames from the fireplace dimming as the room began to fall into shadow. The peace that art instilled you with returned, as your heartbeat slowed and a sense of calm washed over you with each brushstroke.
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Settling into his chair, Kaz let out a short breath, tension easing slightly from his body as relief gripped him, all thanks to you. Your painting had exceeded his expectations, not a single person suspecting the image to have been forged, and the original stolen into the possession of the Dregs.
Few things could entrance Kaz Brekker, yet something about the way your colours melted into each other, or the clear emotion engrained into every miniscule detail of a painting pulled him in. Perhaps the depth of your sculptures, or the smooth yet carefully crafted edges of the clay coming to life in his imagination were to blame for his admiration for you.
Kaz's mind wandered as he thoughtlessly ridded his desk of it's papers, hastily stacking them into neat piles as he tried to shake his thoughts of you.
Suddenly, Kaz was startled from his inner battle, gloved fingers brushing against a foreign texture, a hard leather cover of, something? Curiosity urged him to retrieve the book from underneath the blueprints and paperwork, eyes scanning over the front in search of a clue as to what the binding held.
Carefully undoing a well tied string, the front page fell flat against his weathered desk, the candle beside him offering a gentle illumination. Kaz's breath caught in his throat as he recognized the contents of the book, the etches of the pencil being too precise to belong to any person, but you.
The charcoal marks formed on the fraying page to portray Jesper, content as he sat on a patterned bar stool in the Crow Club, eyes slightly creased in content. Thumbing to the next page, Kaz discovered another depiction of his sharpshooter, however this time he was polishing his guns. Unlike the previous image, Jesper was now depicted in a light wash of colour, bringing him seemingly to life.
Enchanted by your work, Kaz continued to marvel at each sketch and painting, however a sharp feeling grabbed at his chest as he came to a realization. Apart from a few pages here and there, the subject that lined the parchment was always Jesper. Turning the pages increasingly quicker, a feeling of dread seeped into his stomach, a twisting combination of jealousy and annoyance building within him.
A gentle knock broke him from these thoughts, as your voice called out in the hope you would be permitted entry. Carefully, Kaz slid your sketchbook to the opposite end of his desk, pretending to analyze a discarded stack of papers before allowing you in.
"Hey Kaz, I was just coming to check in on you, I didn't get to catch up with you after..." you began, speech diminishing as your eyes fell upon the bronzed edges of one of your sketchbooks. Your eyes lit up as you began to grin.
"You left it on my desk," Kaz stated, trying desperately to burry the knot in his stomach, as your expression brightened at the thought of finding the book full of Jesper. "I've been looking everywhere for this one, thank you Kaz," you respond, hastily reclaiming the book, folding it snuggly between your arms and your chest.
"It shouldn't be here," Kaz snapped, a sharp tone piercing the previously warm atmosphere, "It's your personal sketchbook, so it needs to stay personal. Understand?" Kaz bit out, stunning you into silence as you backed away towards the door.
"Oh," you began, "I didn't mean to leave it here," voice cracking as you battled through the shock of his manner, and the hurt of him snapping at you. "Make sure I don't see it again, although I'm sure Jesper would love to," Kaz concluded, practically spitting out your friend's name.
The dismay you felt began to ebb away as you took in your boss' expression more closely, your upset being replaced with something resembling humour. "Kaz," your voice quietly began, "You're not jealous, are you?" you question.
Although the room remained silent, his features spoke a thousand words to you, his eyes widening fractionally to reveal fright, face becoming tinged by a rosy blush. Before you could utter another word, Kaz had guided you to the arched doorway, pushed you through the threshold, and slammed the door before you could witness the tips of his ears turning crimson.
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Through the warped glass pane of his window, Kaz was stirred by the early rays of sunrise, face gently caressed by each stream of light that infiltrated the darkness. Despite the restless sleep he gained, the bastard was surprised he had managed to fall unconscious at all.
From the moment he had shut the door on you, feelings of jealousy and shame had consumed him. He swore he had heard a splinter echo throughout his chest as he recalled the hurt spreading across your face the previous evening.
Letting out a short breath of frustration, he slowly contorted his stiff limbs into a sitting position, and only then did his gaze cast onto the unfamiliar shade of leather perching on his nightstand. Unease began to spread through his body, fingertips sparking with anticipation as he reached over to retrieve the sketchbook.
Frustration began to wrestle with the discontent, as he unwound the ribbon binding the wrinkled pages together, yet the colour of the leather seemed to shift underneath his gaze. Unlike the book he had previously discovered, this one was made of a darker material which he could only liken to the darkness of midnight. As he angled the cover, flecks of gold appeared, the early sun dancing light off of each one, illuminating the leather as if it were a sky full of stars
Nimbly undoing the ribbon on the side, the first page fell open, and to his surprise, a neatly penned note fell out of the cover, revealing an image behind it that Kaz was sure he would have permanently engraved in his memory. A pair of sharp eyes met his own, and his breath caught in his throat as he questioned whether he was glimpsing into some sort of mirror.
With a desperation he himself could not even comprehend, Kaz began to flip through the pages, the guilt he had initially felt now burning him from the inside out, singeing at his chest. Each portrait captured his every emotion, each stroke precise and beautiful in a way he had never experienced before.
Gently unfolding the corners of the note, Kaz's gaze deepened with each curling letter of your short message -
Dear Mr Brekker,
After your discovery yesterday, I thought it only fair to also show you your notebook too. I have one for each of the crows, yourself included, and so I kindly ask you not to panic further about Jesper being the only muse of my pieces.
Love, your favourite artist
P.S ~ You also have a second book, if you are interested.
Kaz's breath hitched at the word 'love' before his mind could even comprehend it, head spiraling with thoughts of you as he pictured your gentle teasing laughter as you penned the note to him. The guilt and shame became so consuming in that second that his chest constricted, and he knew the only way he could alleviate the weight was by visiting you.
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A sharp knock pierced through the silence of your room, pen stopping mid point as you called a gentle welcome to the man behind the door. Kaz's figure slowly filled the doorframe, waistcoat slightly untucked, and hair somewhat out of place as if he had raced to see you.
A teasing grin began to illuminate your features, and the sunrise seeping through your window was more than bright enough to display Kaz's rose dusted cheeks as he averted his gaze. Without so much as a sound passing through his pursed lips, a gloved hand directed itself towards you, clutching onto the dark sketchbook.
You smile faltered, the glimmer seeping from your eyes as your lips fought to stay curved, as you questioned, "You didn't like it?" Kaz shifted his dark gaze to meet your own, brows lightly furrowing as he grumbled "I thought you might want it back."
Your gaze softened as the walls you had been beginning to construct around your heart crumbled, "Oh, I meant it more like a gift Kaz, plus I have several more books dedicated to you anyway," you uttered tenderly. The figure before you lowered his head towards the object in his hands, knuckles whitening beneath his leather gloves as his grip hardened.
After a fleeting moment of your boss' gaze sweeping over your features, he gave a swift nod in gratitude, the scent of ink and secrets trailing behind him as he ventured back to his office. Disappointment clung to your chest at his swift departure, hoping that he would have remained in your presence for a few moments more.
However, as your gaze travelled upwards to glimpse at his departing figure, you noticed how he had faltered in your doorway. His broad shoulders were facing you, allowing you to to observe every deep yet ragged breath that lifted his chest.
"I..." He began, voice so low that it was barely audible, "I'm sorry for last night, I shouldn't have said those things to you," Kaz almost spat out, the words tasting foreign on his lips as he attempted to quickly escape to the confines of his office.
"Kaz," you called out, hope unravelling the knots of anxiety from previously, leaving you with streams of a newfound confidence, "I just thought you should know you are my favourite subject. No one else in Ketterdam seems to have a better facial structure than yours."
Kaz could hear the thick inflections of your smirk within your words, ribbons of humour intertwining with each letter you spoke. Despite your teasing being met with a remarkably loud silence, your words had planted themselves deep inside Kaz's heart.
Racing back towards his office, the beat of his cane against the oak panels of the slat hastened by the second.
Yet not even they could match the pace at which Kaz's heart was beating, as his mind replayed your words over and over in his head until the way the word "favourite" was all he could hear.
Thinking back to your short note, Kaz's lips formed a ghost of a smile, since not only were you his favourite, but he was yours.
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cyberstrm · 10 months
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kaz brekker affection hcs
show!kaz brekker x gn!reader
cws: none
a/n: hi! i'm alive! exam szn is finally over and its time for some soft kaz hcs
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kaz is definitely an acts of service/gift giving kinda guy. you discover your favourite food? it'll be ready and in your hands every evening without fail. you need something fixed? he's on it. see something nice in a shop window? it's yours now.
loves to send you stuff with lil notes attached. usually flowers, he always seems to know when the ones he got you previously are about to wilt
"y/n. enjoy the flowers. k.b
words of affirmation are not really his forte. he doesn't like to reveal how he feels, so his kinder words are reserved for special moments or when you two are completely alone
"you know i care about you, love. i'd never let anything happen to you."
only when he really trusts you does he allow for physical touch. you have to take it super slow, and he has a few actions that feels safe for him, like holding your face, kissing you, and tracing your collarbones.
he also shows his affections in his protectiveness of you. like. if anyone tries ro hurt you or get to you, they're in for a painful surprise
he's not a quality time person. of course he loves to spend time with you, but the nature of his profession sometimes makes that difficult
in terms of what he likes, he's super hypocritical and adores words of affirmation. he loves when you tell him how you feel about it, it just warms him
"tell me how you feel, doll."
"you know how i feel about you, kaz."
"i want to hear you say it."
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witchthewriter · 11 months
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𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    
Warnings: book & show spoilers
a/n: I’m trying to write the characters as a mixture of the book and show. Some of the characters act quite differently in the books and it’s a bit difficult to pin point their personality, but I hope I do them justice. Thank you for reading xx
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  
𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: Everyone is settling down into their own homes. I don’t care what is canon and what’s not.
𝐊𝐚𝐳
・Likes things to be in their place. If they aren’t where they left them than he goes into a bit of a tizzy
   “Y/n! Y/n I specifically left them right here and they aren’t right. Here. Where have they gone??”
  “No, you moved them because you thought they were too vulnerable sitting there. Look in the third shelf down to your left.”
*Does what you tell him to do* *is embarrassed* *thanks you but not above a whisper*
・You have a lot of nice things in your home, but the most expensive things are usually the jewels and the jewelry that Kaz has gifted you
・He has a lot of the same clothing, so when you open his side of the closet there’s just ... black ... oh and grey
・His cane is never too far from where he is
・Despises the idea of getting a pet
・And you have to beg and beg
・But none of it worked
・So you had to come up with a plan. It was quite manipulative but hey, how else would you have caught Kaz’s attention?
・The dog you have now was once a puppy who had “accidentally” followed you home
   “How did it follow you home? We live in Ketterdam, there are a million homes here.”
“I guess it liked...me...”
・He ordered it out
・But you didn’t listen and somehow, the pup had wiggled its way into Kaz’s heart
・He swore he wasn’t going to pick up any poops, but that too was a lie
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚
・Once settled in, she comes to realise that she really enjoys the finer things in life
・Big bed, silks, many many pillows
・A big bath with hot water straight from the tap
・She adores a long hot bath, lots of bubbles, with lavender and chamomile, candles, and a good book to read - or just to lay there and soak
・She hates waking up early, but is the first one to crawl into bed (she just really likes being in bed)
・Has her own drawing nook - a desk near a big window where she can get natural light. Many types of pencils, quills, inks, etc. She draws people, memories, landscapes, dreams
・Her drawings are framed and are all over the house
・There’s also a library; a room with a cosy corner that has all kinds of books; fiction and non fiction - historical, religious, fantasy etc
・Oh and she adores having the fire going. She wants it on even if it’s barely even cold
・But she hates chopping wood, so when you tell her that it isn’t cold enough for a fire, she’ll go outside and use The Cut to get the wood.
・Loves when you braid her hair; loves it even more when you give her head a lil massage too
・She fusses over you whenever you’re sick. Making you soup, remembering remedies from her upbringing in the orphanage.
・If you burn yourself, cut or have any other injuries, she is constantly checking on it to make sure it doesn’t get infected
・She doesn’t mind doing the laundry - if it means you’ll fold afterwards
・There are a lot of different oils, perfumes, bath products, hair products all over the bathroom
𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢
・Yes, he is used to being treated like royalty
・But he’s also experienced life on a ship - and that isn’t pretty (at all...it’s quite awful)
・Yet he has seen his destiny as being a ruler, so the biggest change in both of your lifestyles is ... you
・You would have to learn how to live during court
・You couldn’t just leave your chambers in your pajamas (I mean ... you could but drama would start at court most definitely)
・Both you and Nikolai obviously share the same chambers, and actually you both have your own wing in the castle (So I guess you could just stay in your pajamas if you wanted)
・It’s basically having your own home - or huge apartment
・The majority of the decor is white with gold trimmings and accents. Nikolai said you could change whatever you want
・The castle is never quiet, and there are always people coming and going, but your chambers are very very quiet.
・Nikolai doesn’t snore but does talk in his sleep
・It’s nonsensical, but it’s usually about the dreams he’s having
・You have servants that come and clean up after both you and Nikolai
・When Nikolai is finished for the day, he trots up to your shared wing and slumps against the door once it’s closed
・He sighs undoing his buttons, but you like to be the one to do that
𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣
・Still very quiet around the home, so you get used to seeing her in different parts of the house in a small amount of time
    “I swear, sometimes there’s two of you!” You once grumbled, while cleaning up a broken tea cup because she popped up out of nowhere
・Doesn’t like loud sudden noises, so you live a bit from civilisation. Not too far though.
・She gets on really well with cats
・You’d end up adopting two kittens that were the only survivors of a litter
・They were tiny, covered in fleas and skinny as can be. But you both fed them, bathed them and made sure they survived
・One is called Umbra, and the other Sol
・You both take on the styling of the home. Inej quite likes the cottage-esque look. However she does want to honor her heritage and there are a lot of colourful cloth that drapes across the ceiling
・Inej had Jesper insert a rod that holds a long silk cloth so that she can practice her acrobatic skills
・Jesper visits as often as he can, and is usually found hung over in the spare bedroom
・As does Nina, who likes to ask what’s for dinner hours before dinnertime (usually an hour after eating lunch)
・You own the land, with Inej’s name not involved - you didn’t want her to feel tied down. And that she could leave whenever she desired
・Although it’s Suli culture to be travellers, Inej said she did want to be apart of the deed and you were more than happy to change it
・Inej doesn’t sleep very often; she knows when her body needs it but other than that, she really cannot get to sleep
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬
・Loves the feeling of a cosy home
・Has actually gone off to cry because living with you in such a lovely, warm, safe environment made him overwhelmed with happiness
・I have this feeling that you would be the type of person to rescue animals and Matthias has to put on this ‘No we barely have enough to feed ourselves, we can’t look after these animals,’ but his stance changes so quickly
・So you have about five dogs so far
・But you still go into town and feed as many as you can
・Matthias thinks he’s in charge, but after a few months together he comes to realise that you will always be in charge
・He actually really enjoys gardening
・Has those well-planned and established herb gardens. The ones that are held in perfect square timber raised beds
・Matthias absolutely threw himself into gardening. Bought books about it, spoke to the elders in town about how to perfectly grow herbs. He was both fascinated and in need on something to focus on after the tragedy he had endured
・You encouraged him, but said he had to promise not to make a mess inside.
・Is a very loud snorer, and hogs the bed, as well as the sheets. It’s just easier to sleep underneath him - not that he would notice. Once his head hits the pillow almost nothing can wake him until morning
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚
・Safety; that’s what she wants, that’s what she desires most
・A place that she can let her guard down and not have to worry about being used
・She doesn’t like uninvited visitors, and has special locks on all the doors so no one can break in
・When you introduced the idea of a guard dog, she was apprehensive.
  “What if it can sense ... the darkness in me?”
“There is no darkness within you, Genya.”
・So you got a Cane Corso, a beast of a dog. That scared even Genya the first time she saw her.
・Is a very light sleeper, but once getting your pup, Genya let it sleep on the end of the bed
・Even now, after your dog, Neith, has grown to full size, she still sleeps at the end of your bed (you know exactly when she jumps up and when she leaves because the bed moves...significantly)
・When days seem especially difficult for Genya, you like to leave little notes around the house, reminder her of all the things you love about her
・She likes to wake up before you and move the hair from your face and just watch you sleep
・Isn’t the best at cooking, so you usually take up that job. But she does bake pretty well. Very good at making tea cake 
・Knows a lot about healing so you have a lot of herbs, spices, flowers, vegetables that aren’t for eating per say, but for when someone is sick or wounded 
・Genya hated mirrors for a while, until you helped her get over the change in her appearance. You helped her on the road to confidence and self love. 
・You’re both still involved in helping the Grisha so you see Zoya, Nikolai, Tolya, Tamar etc 
・Genya doesn’t really like having people at the house though. It’s her sanctuary where there are no reminders of The Darkling or the nichevoya
𝐌𝐚𝐥
・Wants a simple life
・Doesn’t care for anything fancy, so you’d be the one to arrange everything
・I can see him as a farmer
・Out in the country, living off the land, but never taking too much and giving back
・We know from the books that he ends up running the orphanage with Alina, living a simple life. Looking after kids who need a home - and I think he would do that whether he was with Alina or not (and in this case...obviously not)
・He would be content with a slow life with you
・But he also wants to be of use to the community; to give back
・So you spend your days finding jobs for people who need them - with the help of Nikolai. You do the paper work while Mal meets the people and waits with them until a horse and carriage arrive
・You also have a huge vegetable garden that you allow the community to use as they please
・In thanks they give you something; knitted blanket, baked bread etc
・You have cows, goats, sheep and horses
・There are stable hands that tend to the horses. Usually the young people from the village (both boys and girls alike)
・The milk isn’t just for you and Mal but you go into town and give it to the people who need it most
・You don’t live far from the village. In fact you can see your neighbours just by looking out the window. They may look far, but really it’s only a ten minute walk
・You also teach people how to read and write
・Mal is absolutely head over heels in love with you
・Always makes sure you feel protected and safe
・Is actually very sensitive and feels things deeply. That’s why sometimes he has to take time to process his emotions alone
𝐙𝐨𝐲𝐚
・We know that Zoya is destined for greatness, hence she would end up living in a castle
・But if not a castle than a quaint chateu will do
・Is a stickler for mess
      “There is no reason for there to be so much untidyness!”
・Has a lot of pictures/drawings/paintings of her family up around your home
・She always needs the bed to be made every day; if you’re the last to get out of bed than you have to make it
・You see a different side to Zoya; yes a softer side but also the undone, sloppy version of her. She actually didn’t let you see her like that until a month into living together
・If you snore she makes you sleep on the couch
・No. pets. She’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship and her decision is final
・Until you start feeding an old cranky cat who doesn’t stray far from your home. You name him, but keep him a secret and sneak him inside when Zoya is away
・She pretends not to notice and lets you have your hidden pet
・Although you’d think there would be servant or maids, that’s not the case. You and Zoya split the chores equally; she doesn’t want another person touching her things
・She actually colour co-ordinates her clothes; they’re in colour order and when she’s especially stressed she’ll do the same for yours
・When clothes are folded, they have to be folded neatly- 
・Is a very, very good cook. She makes these pastries with goats cheese inside that are to die for 
・Has a vanity with ridiculous amounts of make up. When she has a bit to drink she always wants to give you a makeover 
・Takes her coffee and tea very strong 
     “What’s the point of polluting it with milk and sugar?”
・Is the last to fall asleep and the first to wake, but she stays in bed for 20 minutes because she likes being so close to you 
・Whenever guests come over she is the perfect hostess. But if they overstay their welcome she won’t hesitate to tell them it’s time to leave
𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫
・IS SO DRAMATIC WHEN GETTING READY
   “This outfit worked better in my head”
・Wanted to have multiple mirrors in the bedroom so he could “see himself at all angles” but you told him “the fuck we are”
・He relented ... not without whining
・But Jesper’s clothes do end up EVERYWHERE
・He’s awful at picking up after himself in the clothing department
・But he does keep the bathroom really clean ???
・Even if it’s shaving or after a bathe, he’ll make sure it’s exactly how he found it
・Hates weird smells so he sprays perfume everywhere
・Liked the thought of living in the city to be close to the rest of the crows, so you accepted
・But you made him promise not to do anymore gambling -
・Your home is like an escape for Jesper
・Likes to go shopping with you. He likes picking out things so that you can match (you’re against it at first but ... also submit to it)\
・He always knows how to make you laugh, so whenever he forgets to do a chore he can wiggle his way out of it
・Will do all the grocery shopping and any errands you don’t want to do
・Also loves candles, especially scented ones but has been banned from having them burning unless you’re home too ...
・Moves around a lot in his sleep and has whacked you a few times
・Misses you whenever either of you are away. Keeps a piece of your clothing to smell
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
・Although he spends a lot of time at the Little Palace, he wanted a place where it was just you and him. Where he wouldn’t be disturbed by questions or problems.
・A lot of his focus is on his plans, but he keeps maps and the like all in one room
・He wants to keep the bedroom for ... bedroom activities. As well as all the other rooms for their proper uses
・Aleksander doesn’t want his ambitions to hinder your domestic life
・He hates overhead lighting
・Prefers candles or lamps
・Always buys you new clothes, new shoes, new accessories etc. Wants you to have the best of the best 
・And he gets headaches very easily so you have tinctures and remedies on hand as well as around the house
・He prefers the quiet, and too much noise overwhelms him
・Pets aren’t really his thing ... maybe a bird though, but it wouldn’t have to make much noise
・He does love horses though. And would spend hours on them if he could. Just galloping away, far from his troubles.
・Has a maid that comes and cleans the house
・The only time you’ve seen him truly peaceful is in sleep, but that’s only when the nightmares haven’t started 
・He wakes up a lot during the night and doesn’t want to wake you. But you’ve told him whenever that happens he’s more than allowed to wake you up. Being in your arms help him go back to sleep
・100% lets you steal the blankets, without ever complaining 
・He’s more likely to remember things than you are, so he makes/buys you a calender and writes down everything you’d need to remember 
𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚
・Isn’t very tidy. There are a LOT of food crumbs (especially in the bed)
・Her hair is actually very long, she just keeps it up and out of the way, so you get to see Nina with her long hair down
・But you also find a lot of Nina’s hair ... everywhere
・She does like when you give her head scratches - a lot of golden retriever energy
・You’ve actually been collecting it to prove to her how much she sheds
・Is always hungry and asks if you want to get food nearly every hour and a half
・She’s not that bad of a cook, but you aren’t much better. So a lot of your food is bought rather than made
・Always makes sure you’ve had something to eat though, especially after a long day or after a big gig with the crows 
・You, Nina, and Inej have a close friendship; so Inej likes to ... appear ... in your house
・Most of the time it’s because of an injury. So you keep your storages stocked up just in case.
・But other times it’s for a sleep over! Eating, all sleeping in the loungeroom, telling each other stories and secrets
・You invite Jesper and Wylan aswell... and have asked Kaz but he always declines. Well actually he doesn’t even decline he just doesn’t say anything or show up 
・Is a heavy sleeper when you’re in the house. But when she’s alone she can barely sleep
・Always kisses you when you walk through the door and before you leave. It’s become a ritual and if it isn’t done then it’s bad luck
・Learns your little quirks. Like if you like your sandwiches cut diagonally or straight 
・Nina is very romantic
・She loves going on little dates with you. And always makes sure you have time for a date. At least once a month. Even if it’s just going out to eat and then taking a walk underneath the night sky
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jahayla-parker · 11 months
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‘Til Death : Kaz Brekker x Reader
Description: Blurb/headcanon and small fic for Kaz Brekker based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics; covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day! Warnings: wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, SOC/SAB related topics.
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Proposal
Kaz sat as his desk, pretending to be reviewing some maps.
In reality, his mind was spiraling a million miles an hour.
He had set a ring on top of y/N’s book that was sitting on their shared nightstand.
Kaz knew his breathing was short and erratic so he elected to stay silent as y/n came in.
Besides, he had left the ring for her in hopes she’d ask him about it.
He’d worked on communicating with her more directly over the last several years.
But, this situation was much more intense and intimate than he felt competent in with his current communication abilities.
Y/n smiled tenderly at him as she closed the door behind her, walking to his desk.
“Hmm, the books look okay?” She wondered, peering over his shoulder.
“Ooh, or, new heist then?” Y/n asked, Kaz smirking at the excitement he heard in her voice over the possibility.
Kaz shrugged, his breath still short and rapid heartbeat only worsening his predicament.
When his eyes didn’t leave the maps, y/n placed her hand in the air over his shoulder, waiting for his signal.
He nodded and y/n set her hands on his shoulders, giving them a short soft massage.
“Need any help?” She asked softly, stepping away to remove her Kaz’s coat from her body.
“No” he forced out, making y/n turn to him with a raised eyebrow.
She tilted her head slightly and smiled tenderly, “why don’t you take a break?”
Kaz nodded silently, fiddling with the papers on his desk as he mentally begged her to go read.
Almost as if she’d read his mind, Y/n walked gracefully to their bed.
She curled up against the headboard before reaching over to grab her book.
As her fingers touched the ring Kaz had left, he peeled his anxious eyes from her and turned back to the unimportant maps on his table.
“Kaz?” She questioned, holding the shiny ring up before her as she sat up rigidly.
Kaz hummed faintly in response, feigning unawareness.
“I-is this…?” Y/n whispered softly, spinning the jewel in her fingers.
When he felt her eyes on his back he nodded.
Y/n smiled to herself, standing up and making her way to him.
“Kaz” she began, standing next to him as he still refused to look her way.
“It’s beautiful “ y/n complimented, hand placed on the table next to his.
His eyes took note of the ring now placed on her second to last finger of her left hand, his lips curling up ever so slightly.
Kaz tore his eyes from her hand to look up at her, “It’s a yes?”
It was unusual for him to ask a question that he seemingly already knew the answer to.
But Y/n noticed the faint doubt in his eyes.
She smiled widely at him, inching her hand infintismaley closer, “It’s a yes Kaz”
He nodded back as he lifted his hand and placed it on hers, “good “.
Kaz watched as she stared at their hands and the ring on her finger with a smirk.
“Care to share why you’re smirking?” He teased, raising an eyebrow.
She giggled softly, making his heart flutter, “just thinking about how much I must love you if I’m not forcing you to actually ask”.
“Y/n” he began slowly, making her turn to him.
Kaz took a deep breath and resisted the urge to divert his eyes, “will you… I want to… will you marry me?”
Y/n eyes shimmered even brighter, bringing a soft smile to Kaz’s face before she even answered.
“You didn’t have to truly ask Kazzy, I was giving you a hard time. But yes, absolutely” she smiled widely.
Kaz let himself smile back, locking her hand in his as he slid his fingers between hers, “I know I didn’t have to”.
“I wanted to” he added, more confidently as she quietly stroked his hand with her thumb, “I want to marry you”.
Reaction Headcanons
I feel this section goes without saying, yet I digress
The crows were the only ones who were allowed to know of their engagement and pending wedding.
In part due to safety concerns (aka Kaz continuing to be overprotective of y/n), but also because they had always been a private couple.
The crows were all thrilled of course.
In fact, they’d (despite Matthias and Inej suggesting they shouldn’t do it) bet on when Kaz would finally propose.
To be fair, they also bet on how he would propose; but the couple had kept that information private despite protests and pleas from the crows (most of which were silenced upon Kaz’s deathly glare; apart from Nina [whom mentioned she’d sensed his uncontrollable heart rate and breathing the other night and assumed it was that or …. -which earned another even more intense glare from Kaz])
Jesper had bet that it would be another year before Kaz would do it.
Wylan was more optimistic and bet it would be sometime that week (although he had a considerable advantage in that Kaz had randomly asked him a ton of questions about various gemstones not too soon before [such as which would scratch less, shine more, etc.]
Nina had suspected he’d wait for y/n’s birthday to do it. But the night she sensed his intense breathing and pulse she changed her bet.
Jesper and Wylan of course complained she cheated, but when Kaz and y/n glares at the three of them for having bet on their relationship at all, they dropped the argument.
Best Man Headcanons
Jesper was of course Kaz’s best man.
And, Jesper no doubt freaked out when ‘asked’
Although since it was Kaz, y/n had to push him to do so
And even then it’s just done in a very casual manner over drinks at the crows club following a heist before Kaz nods his appreciation and exits the room.
Kaz was truly more thrilled than he let on about Jesper accepting but he refused to show it
Bachelor Party Headcanons
Jesper of course wants big party but knows Kaz wouldn't.
So Jesper staged a safe (otherwise Y/n would’ve killed him if something happened to Kaz during the party) heist
The point of the heist was to obtain an item for Y/n from one of the merchants’ houses.
Kaz was impressed by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture and was more than thrilled to do it.
Wedding Planning Headcanons
Planning was minimal
As they just wanted something small and intimate
Kaz was debating even doing it alone but admitted (only to her) that the other crows were like their family now
Y/n offered to wear gloves for the ring ceremony during the part where she’d put on his ring.
But Kaz rejected the offer
While he wouldn’t admit it, even to her (mostly due to still struggling with the consistency of it), he (typically) loved the way her hands felt
And he was a man of tradition and wanted her to get the best day he could offer her, so no gloves.
For either of them.
Which came as a shock to the crows.
They’d debated/bet on if either would wear gloves for the ceremony in the week leading up to it.
They had seen Kaz without his gloves before, but only in rare moments and never in such an important moment, nor when the crows would be focused on his hands like they’d be for that moment.
When it comes to y/n and Kaz discussing their plans for the wedding, it was usually during brief talks late at night
The talks would take place while they were alone after a long day, talking for a few minutes before falling asleep after reaching a choice on the one topic they’d discussed that night.
Wedding Day Headcanons
They held the ceremony outside of Ketterdam
In the forested area of Lij.
Mostly for the purposes of safety and privacy
But also because he (& therefore y/n as well) wanted a location that was more romantic & sentimental (although he claimed it was only because y/n deserved that and not because he wanted such a thing himself).
The crows were all somehow involved in the ceremony.
It had been y/n’s idea to have their loved ones take part in it, secretly hoping it helped Kaz feel more comfortable with them being present as they ‘officially declared’ their love before others (only the crows) as they would be seen as required presences and not just guests.
Jesper was already Kaz’s best man
Inej and Nina had seen to the decorations (for the ceremony and reception) and food, and they shared the role of Maid of Honor.
Wylan played his flute for the processional music.
Matthias conducted the ceremony.
The stray pet y/n rescued off the streets of Ketterdam (despite Kaz’s apprehensions at the time) was led down the aisle before y/n (lured by Jesper through the use of some peanut butter)
Kaz felt he maintained a stoic look while y/n walked down the aisle to him.
But his crows knew him well enough to see the loving gaze his eyes held.
And y/n could see the way his eyes were ever so slightly more dewy than normal.
During the kissing portion of the ceremony, they did so through y/n’s thick white veil.
They had shared more intimate kisses before, but neither didn’t want to risk associating the day with his trauma by pushing it.
Nor had they even held hands directly in front of the others.
As planned, there were no gloves involved
But, y/n maintained minimal contact as she slid his ring on his finger.
Kaz reciprocated the method, being cautious of the level of skin contact as well as he slid her ring on.
Yet, as they walked back down aisle together, Kaz boldly chose to increase their contact by wrapping his hand around her fingers.
When he noticed that even though the others were nearby it didn’t trigger him as much as he expected, he kissed the back of her hand
His lips having landed right next to her wedding ring.
They held a tiny and intimate reception
The reception was also hidden outside of Ketterdam, inside the forested area near Lij
Kaz of course, did not dance, but watched in secret glee as y/n spun around and danced with their friends.
Kaz did feel guilty for not being able to dance with y/n in front of their friends; the way Wylan and Jesper had at their wedding a year earlier.
Yet, he was also proud because he did however, manage to hold her hand or at least maintain physical contact with her hand throughout most of the reception.
Towards the end of the reception, Kaz silently tugged y/n’s hand and discreetly led them away from the clearing where everyone had gathered (Inej no doubt noticed but the rest were too busy dancing and partying)
He tenderly walked them out of the clearing in the forest and off the typical path.
Once they were in a smaller clearing between the trees and shrubbery, where the others couldn’t see or hear them, he smiled deeply at her; his wife.
It was at that time he risked a short, minimal, and faint kiss to her lips, this time without her veil in the way.
While it wasn’t as deep of a kiss as he wished he’d be able to offer, it was nonetheless an incredibly sweet kiss.
And the exquisite smile he earned as a result, made his cheeks flush a dark shade of red while he mentally swore to himself he’d do whatever it took to be the reason she kept smiling like that
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mauverickk · 8 months
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RIP Klaus Mikaelson. You would’ve loved Kaz Brekker.
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imagine--if · 2 months
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Hey all!! Hope you're having a great 2024 so far (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Just finishing up writing some k-drama fanfic (Sweet Home hcs) but I want to write for a lot of different fandoms this year, including going back to doing some Batman stuff for Danonation like I used to -`♡´-
Would anyone be interested in fanfic from these fandoms?? Let me know what characters you want to request next or see from this blog more too ✎ᝰ Here are a few I'm up for trying and have some ideas for already if you're up to them, and feel free to send me ideas:
1. Shadow & Bone
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I'd love to try writing stuff for Kaz, but would give any of the main characters a go, cus I love them all - I've finished the show and am reading the Six of Crows Duology atm, it's so goodddsfksgfhagk
2. Skyrim
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I've been thinking about writing for the Elder Scrolls game series' characters for a while, and would love to write some fanfic for the Deadreic Princes... especially Clavicus, he's my favourite haha; but characters like Molag Bal and Hermaeus Mora would be interesting to write for too. Or other main characters in Skyrim, I'd give them a try.
3. Attack On Titan
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I've seen enough clips of this series to want to watch the whole thing, and Levi's character is an instant attraction lmao, so I'd love to try getting involved in this fandom too and write for their main characters.
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Any of these sound good? Have other ideas? (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭
Also, we're less than 50 followers away from 2k?!??!! Agshsksskfgha I'mma have to do something special for thatttt ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰
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goldengoddess · 2 years
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🧸 with Kaz Brekker please, where he finally gains the confidence to kiss reader for the first time?
everyone knew kaz was half way in love with you. probably had been since you first walked into the slat with those pretty eyes and jaw dropping smile.
he just had never had the courage to actually do anything about it. how could he? you were perfect. and good. and a mile out of his league.
but today was the day. he felt it in his bones. it was a friday night and the crow club was packed with people, filled to the brim. it was a fantastic day for business and greedy men like kaz brekker.
and yet all he could focus on was the swarm of men surrounding you.
leaning against the bar of the club, you looked like a figure out of a fairy tale. and he couldn’t stand the look in the men’s eyes. the same look he probably sported himself.
so when you made eye contact with him from across the room, pleading look in your eyes, dirty hands sprang into action. he wasn’t sure what he was going to do, only that he wanted the rest of the world to know that he wanted you.
and he hoped to whatever god there was, that you wanted him back.
moving his way through the crowd, cane in hand, he finally made it to you. the group of suitors around you parted, the ways people always did for the infamous brekker.
when he was face to face with you he gave you the most sincere smile he could muster. a smile reserved only for you.
“hey angel” he said. the words pulling the corners of your lips upwards. he’d do anything to deserve that smile from you.
and before he could really register what he was doing, he’d leaned down and softly pressed his lips to yours.
and to his surprise, you kissed back. internally, you were both about to burst with excitement. it was finally happening.
a few second later, kaz pulled away. he took a couple of deep breaths in, the contact a bit more than he was prepared for.
you winked at him, smile still present on your face. “staking your claim, huh brekker?”
kaz shook his head, “no sweetheart, that was all all for me. just the added benefits that all of these people were here to witness it.”
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chaoticsunshines · 1 year
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Kaz Brekker headcanons? 😊
ily anon
contrary to popular belief he can cook pretty well. which is a good place for me to push my "inej can't cook" agenda
he tried to feed a crow once and it bit him. he never forgot it.
He hates the rain. his dramatic ass has so many platitudes
He and jesper have an absolutely wild secret handshake
The literal definition of:
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spideybarnesss · 1 year
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headcanon that kaz has a quilt on his bed in the slat that his mom made when he was younger. it’s made from old work shirts that his dad and jordie had either outgrown or ripped beyond repair, stuffed with cotton and corn silk and warm beyond belief. it was one of the only things that jordie had managed to save from their time on the streets and when kaz had stumbled back into the alley that they both died in that day, the blanket was still wedged in the narrow crack between the buildings. 
it had smelled like soot and a little bit like jordie. 
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cammys-imagines24 · 1 year
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• Touch and Kaz Brekker •
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You knew what you signed up for when you fell in love with the bastard of the barrel. Touch was never going to come easy.
There are times where the mere thought of touch causes bile to rise up in Kaz's throat and makes him recede into himself. Turning into no more than a phantom to you, haunted by his past.
And then there are times where Kaz takes to touch with a curiosity that can only come from a boy in love. Where he yearns to experience the intimacies that come when two people are joined.
Such as when a breeze travels through one of the Slat's windows and inadvertently causes strands of hair to fall onto your forehead.
Kaz is caught off guard, wishing more than anything that he could tuck those stray strands behind your ear.
Or when he notices you dressed for the evening, perhaps in a dress. Your bare shoulders glinting in the candlelight.
Kaz practically aches to kiss your aflame skin.
Such as one eases into a tub filled with steaming water, it took caution and time to get Dirtyhands used to the concept of touch. To realize his fantasies could slowly but surely become a reality with you and you alone.
First, it started with you wearing one of his own gloves. The fabric like a second skin to him by now. So, when your gloved hand made contact with his chest, to feel his heartbeat, it was bearable.
You were more than happy to go at his speed, to cherish any crumbs of intimacy he was able to maintain.
And with his own gloves you could touch parts of his body.
But eventually Kaz wanted more. Needed more.
So, one day the gloves came off.
You had never seen Kaz's bare hands so clearly before. Pale and thin. Magician's fingers. And they were cold to the touch when he placed his hand in yours.
The skin to skin contact was enough to make Kaz feel the dark waters at his feet, ready to pull him under but he fought it. He fought it for you and because honestly, his desire was greater than his fear.
He held your hands with reverence, memorizing every line upon your palms until he worked his way upwards.
His fingers, light as air, ghosting over your collarbones, your jaw, the cupid's bow of your lips...
Oh, Kaz wanted to drown but he also wanted to continue, to push himself. He concentrated on how warm your skin felt.
Not cold or clammy like the bloated corpses he remembered. You were soft, your heartbeat thumping beneath his fingertips. So alive.
Kaz vowed to himself that he would get better for you. Brick by brick. So one day he could give you more than puny crumbs.
He wanted to kiss you. To feel you more than just a few measly caresses.
He would become a man for you. Not just a boy plagued by trauma. Hell, eventually Kaz would love nothing more than to pick you up in his arms and sweep you off your feet.
But, baby steps. One day at a time. Healing required patience and you had ample enough to give.
Though the first time Kaz pulled you in for a kiss you felt like your heart might stop.
The brush of his lips against yours gentle yet dripping with years of constrained passion.
The tide lapped at Kaz's feet, of course, yet the pull of you was a light amidst the dark sea in his mind.
Kaz thought, if he should die at this moment, he would die happy.
Your mouth against his burned him in the most blissful way and he knew he was instantly addicted.
He would fight any nightmare, he would wade against the coldest of water, if it meant one more kiss, one more touch from you.
And Kaz was nothing if not persistent in getting what he wanted.
So, he would conquer his fears for you. His love.
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a-map-of-gays · 4 months
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'he/they jesper' 'he/they wylan' the real he/they here is Kaz but yall aren't ready for that conversation
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ashessonfire · 9 months
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if you’re still looking for headcanon requests: what about kaz and reader who is disabled/suffers from chronic pain? i don’t often see x reader fics include things like disabilities, and it’s really quite nice to have found a character like kaz whose struggles i can relate to - ty <33
Kaz Brekker x (Chronically ill) Reader - Headcanons <3
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- Paring : Kaz Brekker x Chronically ill! Reader A/N - Thank you so much for this request, and absolutely this is important, and i suffer from multiple chronic illnesses and pains too! I am basing it off my own experiences, which is chronic illness, but i hope it's general enough for anyone to relate to :) ════ ∘◦ᵒ 𓅓 ᵒ◦∘ ════
Kaz Brekker's image is one that permeates throughout the whole city, not a soul is unaware of the leader of the Crows
His limp only adds to the terrifying image, broken and twisted in every element of his being, yet completely unrelenting.
However, privately, his leg causes Kaz excruciating pain, a constant ache that never seems to cease, fatigue from stumbling around for too long, or the cold inducing agonizing flares of pain.
As a result, Kaz has become familiar with the aches and troubles, so when his partner reveals they experience something similar? Kaz suffers from a great mixture of hurt and relief
Why is he relieved you may ask?
Well, the bastard of the barrel can finally offer someone a sense of comfort and support, which in most things he finds practically impossible to do.
Sharing the experience with Kaz would offer the both of you solace, although at first it may come across as if he doesn't notice your constant pain.
However, very swiftly small pots of expensive medicines would arrive neatly wrapped on your bed, his cane would conveniently be placed close by during a flare up, and your favourite foods would mysteriously make their way to you, helping to brighten the tougher days.
Kaz is not a man of words, at all, however he would work on verbalizing his concerns, reading you easily and offering clipped but gentle check in's, like :
"How is the pain compared to yesterday?"
"I'm not going out soon, take my cane just in case"
"The painkillers are already in your drawer, I had Inej replace them this morning"
In terms of severe pain, both chronic + caused by a disability, please expect to never move a muscle - he will 100% get someone else to run around and do everything for you, especially when he himself is struggling.
If you care for him in return, you may even get a few faint smiles - he would be so deeply grateful for your attentiveness and devotion (but obviously it's Kaz, he won't show it freely)
Another reason i believe Kaz would be relieved, is that someone would finally understand his own disability and pains
You would be able to return his gestures, offering him the same sense of security and compassion, without overbearing sympathy or pity - something Kaz detests
Just after he broke his leg, I can vividly picture the pigeons of the barrel dramatically cooing at the young boys limp, explaining their sorrows for him with overwhelming pity
After this, he would undoubtedly threaten any sorrow for his condition with an excruciating death
Let's just say word spread quickly, and few dared to repeat this offence...
Kaz would also have little diaries tucked away in his office and at the slat, detailing each symptom of yours during flare ups - allowing him to prepare anything you could possibly need when the next one arrives
Kaz would feel more at ease with you than anyone else, and would likely share his own hardships with you - knowing that the pair of you can relate on a level few others could match
Honestly i just know that he would be in a strange way very relieved for you to understand his own struggles - allowing for him to be more comfortable with you overall <3
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P.S : As a chronically ill person myself, I just wanted to say that my requests will always be open for ideas like this, and my private messages are open for anything. If anyone is experiencing any form of chronic illness and needs someone to talk to, I am here for you!! It can be super isolating and difficult, especially when those around you cannot understand your struggles, even if they try to. Hopefully this post can find all my spoonie crow fans!! <333
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐚𝐳 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
a/n: sad backstory warning, characters are over 18. Oh! And spoilers if you haven’t read six of crows -
SFW🌿
⭑ Like most residents in Ketterdam, you arrived with nothing but the clothes on your back. 
⭑ There weren’t many options for work, which left you feeling very vulnerable. So you started to pick-pocket on the streets 
⭑ You had no clue who was important or who you needed to watch out for. So you thought, “fuck it, I’ve come this far-” and did what you must to survive 
⭑ At one point, you did contemplate working at the menagerie. But that was a last resort. 
⭑ You had been going alright for the past 2 months, before you put your hand in the wrong person’s pocket and got more than you bargained for. 
⭑ Jesper Fahey thought it was funny that someone was trying to steal from him. Ironic, actually. 
⭑ But who could blame you? He was wearing a gold-threaded jacket. He was also so handsome that you thought he could be a prince. 
⭑ You had thought that this was your end. You had finally picked the wrong pocket, and you would lose your hands. 
⭑ Alas, that was not the case. 
⭑ You just landed a new job. 
⭑ When you walked into the Crow Club, you were hit with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and warmth. 
⭑ It was actually a nice change from the usual smells of Ketterdam (vomit, blood, piss) 
⭑ And when you met Kaz, you thought he was the devil incarnate. 
⭑ The way he looked at you ... like he could see into your very soul ... 
⭑ It wasn’t until you had been working for the Crows for a month, that Kaz actually spoke to you.  
⭑ It was a simple interaction, but you swore that you would win him over 
⭑ And you did
⭑ Kaz loves your light-heartedness, even if he doesn’t show it. It’s a nice reprieve from the darkness
⭑ You didn’t go on any official dates, but you could tell when your interactions turned from employee/employer, to acquaintance, to friends, to romance
⭑ You had moved up in the ranks, especially because the Club was your life now. You didn’t know what else to do, and didn’t want to do anything else. 
⭑ You became this ... dual partnership with Kaz. Almost like you were the rulers of the Club
⭑ And don’t think you’re taking Inej’s place. She’s happy with her freedom, and knows that Kaz loves you with his whole being
⭑ She holds no ill-will toward you. And in actuality, she really likes you. She sees you as a friend
⭑ Jesper on the other hand, is obsessed with you. He absolutely adores you. 
⭑ You’re best friends; almost sibling-like
⭑ And you love his relationship with Wylan
⭑ Relationship Tropes: 
  ✧ Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You
  ✧ Off The Walls Eccentric (You) x Emotional Wall With One Weakness (Kaz)
  ✧ Tragic Past x Ray Of Light
  NSFW🔞minors dni!
⭑ The sexual aspect of your relationship was on pause for the first year. There was barely any kissing, so anything beyond that was too much for Kaz
⭑ Because of his trauma, anything sexual felt too much. Too overwhelming. 
⭑ You never pushed him to do anything he was uncomfortable with. Since sex wasn’t of that much importance - 
⭑ But after breaking down barriers, and Kaz realising that he was ready, the two of you slowly worked your way up to sex
⭑ The first time was very safe and comfortable. Both of you made sure not to hurt the other
⭑ There’s a lot of asking if he’s okay, and at times he shuts you up with a kiss
⭑ Oh, and kisses from Kaz ... they’re breathtaking. 
⭑ They usually leave you dizzy, with your legs shaking and a yearning so great that you have to touch yourself afterward 
⭑ There’s a lot of missionary, and as you learn about each other, Kaz finds out that he likes cowgirl the best 
⭑ He does like leaving marks on you. Especially bite marks 
⭑ Because of his leg, Kaz isn’t as ... versatile as he would like. But that doesn’t mean sex isn’t exciting 
⭑ You do a lot of teasing, and it drives him INSANE. 
⭑ He actually isn’t demanding, and you’re more of a dom than he is
⭑ Kaz loves when you kiss his neck; it creates tingles all over his body (and he hasn’t experienced a sensation like it)
⭑ Aftercare was foreign to Kaz, and he didn’t know what was expected. Maybe you didn’t either? But you learn what you like. Especially when the two of you cuddle close to the other
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