#polycrows

[polycrowtruther]

[jazzy-a]

One of the crows talking about someone who hurt them

Kaz, casually: And where did you say they lived?

Crows: Kaz, no. They are already dead, gone, buried.

Kaz: Mm-hm. Okay, sure. Fine.

Kaz:...

Kaz: ...What plot number?

[kazcreates]

I’m very much missing my crows at the moment. They haven’t fronted since November. So, I thought I would show some of the annotations from our copy of Six of Crows.

I forget how many of our annotations are just Jes, Inej, Wylan, and I flirting with each other.

Anyways, now you can join me in mourning my losses (I have hope they’ll be back someday), and you can share my memories of them.

[6point5crows]

If you seriously tell people they can’t headcanon a character as trans, queer, ace, or anything along those lines, I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up and learn to let people deal with their suffering and lack of representation.

“But the character lore-“

“But the author said-“

“But I headcanon-“

I don’t care.

These headcanons exist because if those characters can be those labels and still look like that, still find happiness, then maybes there hope for the rest of us.

If Wylan van Eck can look that much like a boy and be trans, then maybe there’s hope for those of us so desperate to be seen as a boy.

If Kanej can still flourish and exist while still being ace, then maybe there’s hope for those of us who desire the same respect and type of love.

If Kuwesper can exist and be seen and work out their relationship dynamic, then maybe there’s hope for those of us who are poly and wish to just be seen as valid for a single fucking day.

Let people have their headcanons even if they differ from canon (that’s what a fucking headcanons is, dumbasses) or from your own perspective on the characters, because you may have no clue how much that headcanon may mean for somebody.

[lchendriks]

by lchendriks

Kaz refused with a sharp tongue and death glare that his Crows had long since learned not to take personally - but now, hours and missed meals later, they were no longer going to be offering but demanding he accepts their help with his pain. or 5 times the Crows forced Kaz to accept help +1 time Kaz asked for help

Part 3 of let's get mischievous and polyamorous

Words: 6,879 | Chapters: 6/6 | Language: English

Fandom: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships:, Kaz Brekker/Nina Zenik, Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa, Kaz Brekker/Wylan Van Eck, Kaz Brekker/Jesper Fahey, Kaz Brekker/Matthias Helvar, Kaz Brekker/Jesper Fahey/Inej Ghafa/Matthias Helvar/Wylan Van Eck/Nina Zenik

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

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Polycrows - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Disordered Eating, Chronic Pain, Touch-Averse Kaz Brekker, (sorta - he is mostly okay with His Crows touch in this one), Panic Attacks, 5+1 Things

[phrog42]

Six of Crows favorite ships:

Cannon ship: Wesper

Non-cannon ship: polycrows (all six in a poly relationship)

Lemme know what you think and what yours are!

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Febuwhump 2: Isolation

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows Summary: The Crows always knew that they would end up in jail, but separating them is probably worse than caging them. Warnings: Anxiety attacks, PTSD, canonical backstories, mentions of child abuse, and isolation Word Count: 2,967 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa/Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik/Wylan Van Eck/Jesper Fahey

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Jesper turned his head to look down the hall just as the door closed and locked him inside. The person that was closest to him was Matthias, in the cell across from him. The others were being brought to the others further down the hall. He could see Wylan quivering while the other three kept their bodies firm and their heads held high to prevent the others from thinking that they could possibly be scared.

The cell that they had marched him to wasn’t the worst one that he had ever been in, though that was kind of a low bar. He had been detained in a number of bars and transport vehicles when he had been caught in the streets being a little too drunk or hadn’t been able to pay his tab. The walls were dripping with moisture from the storm outside, but there was a bed that seemed relatively dry. The bucket was going to be the least pleasant part of that experience.

He collapsed down onto the firm structure that made up the cot and then stared at the window. He could see the flickering of the sconces on the wall and if he really focused, he could also hear the others. The doors swung shut one after he other and cut him off from them. The inside of the cells was made out of stone and wood, things that he hadn’t worked with enough to be able to track with his powers. He would never admit it to the others if they asked, but he had been following them using his Grisha abilities since they had gotten arrested.

Jesper wondered for a moment if Nina had been doing the same thing, if she still was. It would be just like her for her to reach out with her abilities and keep track of their heartbeats while she wasn’t able to see them. Then again, the walls of their cells were really thick so it was possible that she wasn’t able reach them. 

The entire world began to feel hollow as he realized just how far awya they were from him. Even if he was able to warp the lock of his own door, there was no guarantee that it was going to let him be free. With his luck, he would just end up sealing himself inside so that they could never get him out. Just the mental image of that was enough to make it feel like the walls were closing in on him.

He jumped up and began to pace as he tried to quiet the rapid beating of his heart. The only thing that he could do to get himself out could just as easily seal his fate and keep him trapped from his partners forever.

Matthias turned around just in time for the door to close in his face, the same way that it had when he had first come to Hellgate. He knew that this prison was different, that this one was used for smaller crimes like the petty theft that Kaz had planned for them to get caught for. 

Just remembering the plan that they had concocted for their newest heist made him wonder about his motivations. He wasn’t sure why he had agreed to this, after everything that he had been through the first time that he had done it. Back then he had been trying to get his freedom so that he could reunite with his brethren and go back to the life that he had known. Now he was so deeply in love with people that were dangerous, both to others and to those that held their hearts. 

The walls of the cell smelled like the ones in Hellgate had, but without the burn of the salt. Everything in Kerch seemed to be wet, other than the apartments that Kaz kept for them to live in. The cell walls dripped with moisture that collected from the stones, seeping into the blanket and mattress that made up the bed they had provided for him.

Matthias paced the length of the cell as he heard the other doors slamming shut and locking the others inside. He knew that this wasn’t exactly what they had thought was going to happen since they didn’t know this prison as well as they had known Hellgate. Kaz had to have a plan, though, he always had a plan.

Being back in prison reminded him of what he had been before they had broken into the Ice Court. His first visit to Kerch was less than ideal and had resulted in him feeling like he was completely isolated from the world. No one had spoken his language, he had barely been able to speak theirs. His religion was the one that everyone made fun of or knew nothing about, which meant that he was unable to pray on the holy days.

Before he had gotten thrown into Hellgate, before he had betrayed from the one person he thought was capable of understanding him, he had been surrounded by people that were exactly the same as him. They had all trained and learned together, they had grown up alongside one another, they all thought the same way.

Coming to Kerch was the best thing that had happened to him because it taught him that he had been indoctrinated and that the way that he was taught to live was wrong. He knew that he had hurt people and almost caused the downfall of an entire people. He knew that and yet he still longed for that sense of community that he had never been able to replicate outside of the Druskelle. His partners helped, giving him a feeling of family amongst a people he at large did not understand. It was never going to be quite the same, though.

The lock clicked into place as soon as Inej stepped into the cell. She was a slippery one, she had already removed her hand from one of the cuffs. The guard that was leading her must have been able to tell that she was prepared to bolt at the first sign of her freedom ahead of her. She would have, if she had been able to get his brutish hands off of her arm.

She and Kaz had talked about what they were going to do if they were separated into male and female holding cells like they would have been in Hellgate and had been in the Ice Court. Unfortunately, the town that they were running their heist in happened to be small enough that there was no such thing. They tried everyone that they caught for a crime the next day, which meant that they all had to be in a single cell so that they wouldn’t colaborate together and come up with some kind of plan.

Overall, it was actually the smart move to make. It was going to be much harder for them to slip away from the prison and continue going about their business now. They were where they wanted to be but they were alone.

The cell was only big enough for her to lay down flat either way, though there was another two feet in the back along the bed. She couldn’t imagine how cramped the others had to be feeling given the walls closing in on her. 

She had loved enclosed spaces before because that as what the top of the tent became, what her wagon was when she was burrowed in her bed, what the caves and brambles that she and her brother discovered while they were playing.

That was until she had been stuffed into the hull of a ship. They had kept a piece of cloth over her eyes and the top of her head the entire time that they were transporting her, but she had still been able to tell how tightly packed she was to the other bodies. She had heard her brother crying out or her but they were all jammed into a back compartment of a boat meant to look like it was transporting vegetables. It had stunk something fierce, like illness and unwashed bodies and waste.

It was worse than when she was kept on the Eil Komedie, cramped in a dark room that had a single vent. She still had dreams about the both of them, that she was being kept immobile inside of the hull of a ship or moments away from getting stuck and dying inside of a vent, just moments away from freedom.

Her heartbeat was already picking up in her chest as she manuevered the bones in her wrist around so that she could remove her hand from inside of her cuffs. She had to be free, she had to get away. She couldn’t do this any longer. She couldn’t be trapped again.

Wylan was no stranger to small rooms, but he was a stranger to prison cells.

The door clicked and locked behind him with a noise so loud that it rattled through his head. He always thought that something was louder when it was supposed to be keeping him in a certain place. He had grown very attuned to the sound of a door closing after his father had discovered that he was going to be unable to read for the duration of his life.

 A door slamming meant that his father was upset, that he had to run and hide underneath his bed or in the back of his wardrobe. A door closing quietly meant that one of the maids was coming to let Wylan know where his father was and what was expected of him. A door clicking at the normal level was the entrance of his tutor and the promise of an aching, bleeding wound on his back. A door closing just barely above the normal level was usually his father on a good day, come to make fun of him and reiterate why he was such a disappointment. The worst noise of all was when a door closed while he was staring at it, the lock falling into place like the slowest thing in the entire world.

That was the sound of the door closing behind him now, reminding him just how doomed he was. He didn’t have Inej’s lithe body and grace, Kaz’s tricky fingers and hidden lockpicks, Matthias’ strength and brute force, Jesper’s ability to warp metal and wood, nor did he have Nina’s charm.

He was only himself and he had never once been able to escape from a locked room.

He turned himself around in a circle as he examined all of the things that they had left him. The walls were damp from the storm outside, there was a single bucket in the corner, and the bed was nothing more than an alcove in the wall that held a single woolen blanket. He supposed that at least he could stand up and walk around, so it wasn’t the worst place that he had ever been in.

The worst had been when his father had come in to hear him trying to read with one of his tutors. He had actually liked her too, she was patient and kind. She listened to him struggle and then tried to help him with the noises that she thought were harder for him to do than the others. Then his father had gotten frustrated with his inability to get the sounds out as quickly as he wanted.

He had grabbed Wylan by the back of the neck and dragged him all the way down to his study. Wylan had stood as still as a deer in the headlights as he emptied out his bureau and then shoved his son inside of it. That was the worst locking sound known to man.

Nina didn’t turn around as they closed the door. She had been told not to flirt with the guards so that she could get out of her bonds. She was supposed to wait for the others to come and get her. Then again, the plan had also been for Inej and Nina to be locked up in the same cell. They hadn’t anticipated being separated from each other.

She felt almost like she had when she had been thrown into the bottom of a Druskelle ship. She had her hands pressed together instead of the special Grisha cuffs that separated them, but that brought her no comfort. She couldn’t reach out to her partners if she wasn’t able to see them, that was the one thing about her powers that she didn’t like.

Nina had dealt with many kinds of isolation in her life. She had been a stranger to her family before she had been moved to the orphanage after they had passed away. She had been an enigma when she was at the Little Palace because she strongly disagreed with the forced service that they had to do for the king. After that, she was the youngest and most naive person that had been on the missions with Zoya. She had then been a stranger in a land that she didn’t understand with customs that she didn’t approve of. 

She had spent the majority of her life holding opinions and feelings that other people didn’t agree with. She should have been used to being alone, trapped with her thoughts and nothing else. She supposed that it was different that she had found people that she loved now. She had Matthias, who had been the first person to really touch her soul as they walked across the endless expanse of whiteness. Then she had met Inej and Jesper who had also come from somewhere else and were able to teach her the way of the land so she felt less alone. She had Kaz and Wylan to keep her company when she was conducting business below and above board as well.

But now they were all trapped in rooms around her. She also realized, with a crushing wave of panic that threatened to pull her feet out from underneath her, that she had never been alone with this kind fo quiet before. The walls were thick enough that she wasn’t able to hear their heartbeats. That had been a constant presence in her life unless she had specifically gone somewhere that didn’t have any people. She knew that her partners were around her and yet the silence was threatening to drown her.

She felt as though she was suffocating on it, how alone she was. She didn’t have the thrum of their pulses to calm her down, she couldn’t hear their breathing like a distance echo, she had nothing. She was well and truly alone this time, not even just metaphorically.

Kaz’s first time in prison was when he was in ten. That kind of thing was expected for a boy that knew nothing about the Barrel and the way of life that it demanded. He had gotten too greedy too quickly and was caught before he could learn how to avoid that. The next couple times he had gotten caught and arrested, he had learned and then made sure to never make the same mistake again.

By the time that he was an adult, he had vowed that he would never get thrown in another prison again. That, of course, immediately went out the window when it was called for in a mission. He didn’t value his work over everything else in his life the way that he had when he had first gotten together with his partners, but he did put a priority on his work over his own vows to himself.

He knew that he would be able to escape from whatever cell they threw him into. He knew that the picks digging into his cheek would result in his escape, but he had to worry about the others as well.

Kaz had spent much of his life alone, in one way or another. He had been the youngest person on the farm that he had lived on and thus spent a lot of his days playing on his own. It was a lonely childhood, but he had been joined by Jordie when they went to Ketterdam and promised many friends. 

That had of course before he had opened his sick-veiled eyes and found that he was floating on the barge meant for only the dead. He had been alone there and yet not, at the same time. He had been surrounded by the bloating, sick bodies of the dead and his brother’s voice had been screaming at him in a way that he would never forget. He had never been truly alone since, Jordie’s ghost had been snapping and snarling at him in the back of his head for the rest of his life.

It had been silent since he had found his partners and started the new area of his life, though. He had found a couple moments where he had been truly alone the same way that he was when he was a child. It had let him rest, let him find the joy in his own thoughts more than just trying to keep one step ahead of his own manufactured demon.

Now, that voice was back. Telling him that he had doomed his partners, that he had gotten them stuck in a place that was going to bring back so many bad memories for all of them, that they hated him now. Most of all, it was telling him that he had once again failed in the promise that he had made to Jordie. He had put Pekka Rollins away and gotten their revenge, but he had never become the man he should have been.

[crowclubkaz]

polycrows ily there is not enough kaz/matthias content in the world and i have thoughts and feelings. what im really saying is

anyway. dm me

[jackwolfes]

46 with kaz/wylan would be pretty interesting...

a kiss out of jealousy

Jesper Fahey's stupid pretty mouth is ruining Wylan's day. 

His foot taps in the air where he has one leg folded over the opposite knee. Petulance reigns. With his arms crossed over his chest Wylan watches Jesper across the busy floor of the Crow Club. He's awfully close to the new kid, who Wylan likes even less than he likes Jesper — and he barely likes Jesper. It's just that he has an upsettingly well-shaped set of lips and a smile that glints like stained glass on a church window even on cloudy days. What does Wylan have? Not a crush. Just an endless well of irritation over the fact such a frustrating man can be so — attractive. And a considerable amount of distaste for the fact he's fairly sure Jesper has just stuck his hand up another man's shirt in public.

Wylan huffs, jerking his face to the side.  

"Should someone tell Kuwei you're jealous of him?" The words rasp like salt over stone. Wylan rolls his eyes when he looks over at Kaz, frustration mounting. 

"I am not jealous," he says. "I am annoyed about the fact some people seem to think it's acceptable to air all their dirty laundry in the middle of a bar."

"Ironic, given this conversation." 

Wylan spins his bar stool around fully, wondering if he can will Jesper to take his stupid flirting somewhere else by just ignoring it. As if Jesper cares what you do, he thinks coldly. 

"You started it," he replies. 

"Are you going to finish it, then?"

The challenge in Kaz's voice, provocative as it always is, makes Wylan go still. Kaz watches him like an eagle, dark eyes intense as they catalogue every inch of him. It's a disarming stare, and it takes him apart. Perhaps that's just the knowledge that Kaz is seeing every single one of his weaknesses and flaws. 

And in that moment Wylan really looks at Kaz. He sees the arch of his brow and the long slope of his nose, taking in the real shape of Kaz Brekker. Wylan finds the words on his tongues shrivelling like fruit in the sun. His gaze goes lower. Kaz's lips. Now Wylan can all but feel Jesper's eyes on him from across the room, damn certain he's imagining it — but what if he's not? What if Jesper was watching, and what if Wylan could give him a show? Make him jealous? 

Suddenly all Wylan can see in his head is the future. It's an upside down world where nothing holds him back from surging up and taking Kaz's face in his hands to press their lips together. Wylan might pull him down but in all likelihood Kaz would take the lead. Push Wylan back against the bar, maybe, or even decide to grab a chair of his own and pull Wylan into his lap. These stools would be horrible for it but in the dream haze of Wylan's imagination nothing like that matters. The only thing that matters is the viscerally felt sensation of Kaz's mouth against his, ravishing him. He'd let Kaz take so many liberties, eager for teeth biting lips and tongues taking control. Maybe even hands under his shirt — let Jesper watch all that. 

Wylan clears his throat. The drink in front of him remains untouched, but he doesn't want it. His face feels hot, though. His whole body does. The world in his head is an imaginary one, but he isn't certain that Kaz can't see it too.

[inkymaws]

[crimeronan]

[looking at a group of people who barely tolerate each other for 90% of the books and frequently try to kill each other and also can barely touch each other at all without throwing up] hmm..... getting some real polyamory vibes here.........

[polycrowtruther]

“I’m sorry, I’m just having a… hard time understanding this,” Nina said slowly, “You two work for - ”

“Work ed for, past tense,” The taller one corrected, “We work for Brekker, now.”

“Right,” rubbing her brow exasperatedly, Nina tried again, “You two worked for Eric Verzamelaar, the run-of-the-mill investment banker who keeps half of Ketterdams’ books at the Exchange. But now you two work for Kaz, because last night you’re claiming your old boss ‘kidnapped’ him, tortured him, and was subsequently killed by our boss throwing a steel cart through his head?”

“Yes, but there’s more to it than that!” The smaller one groaned, “And if you’d let us finish - ”

“I think we would have noticed if Brekker was kidnapped,” Matthias shook his head, his voice firm but kind. “I’m sorry but you must be mistaken.”

“Would you?” The taller one bit out, eyes narrowing, “Cause last night he was, and none of you seem too concerned about it. I thought you lot were supposed to be his crew, or something.”

(Read the rest of "The Spirit of Grief" over on Ao3 - a continuation of my "Shadow of Yotsuya" storyline)

[jazzy-a]

A cute, random idea I had:

Kaz will do random things to make sure Jesper pays attention when he's explaining stuff (AKA because Jesper has ADHD energy lol.)

He'll spin a coin on the table repeatedly while telling him what he's supposed to do that night at the Club because Jes will get distracted by the table he's at otherwise.

He'll randomly do sleight of hand while he explains an intricate job- something where he makes, like, a pen disappear in one hand and then reappear prob- and do the trick over and over because he knows Jesper will literally stare at him the entire time if he does.

Sometimes he'll tap his cane against something or drum his fingers on it in a weird pattern so Jesper will look back at him when he starts to lose focus in busy places.

(He's ridiculously good at keeping him engaged at this point.)

[i-can-read-to-him]

➢ The Wesper Fic Club's summer gift exchange has come to an end, along with the season. Thank you to all of our amazing participants!

○○○ Fanart

🐐 Kaz, Jordie, & Jesper by @waterloou

○○○ Fanfiction

👑 A Little Light Roleplay by @stormkpr

T | Wesper | Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn

🔮 Are you satisfied---with an average life? by Ryttarose

T | Wesper | Modern Magical AU, Wylan-centric, Pre-Relationship, Hurt/Comfort

💌 Unsent letters, unsaid words by @wespertilionidae

T | Wesper | Modern AU, High School & College, Slow Burn

🔥 insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking by perfectly_inept

E | Jesper/Matthias (Polycrows) | Rough Sex, Wall Sex, Bottom!Jesper

👄 Ask, and You Shall Receive by @wopsidaisy

E | Wesper | PWP, Truth Serum, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Top!Jesper, Bottom!Wylan

💞 I hope you're happy (maybe i can be too) by @fizzysugarwater

T | Kuwesper | Matchmaking, Polyamory Negotiations, Love Confessions

🎹 A Symphony of Love by @adara-writer

G | Wesper | Modern AU, Parent/Teacher AU, Fluff, First Dates, First Kiss

☎️ Rooftop Confessions by @tinyarmedtrex

E | Wesper | PWP, In-Universe Phone Sex, Truth or Dare, Mutual Masturbation

❤️‍🩹 these hearts adore by @eraiklys

T | Kuwesper | Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Domestic Fluff

⏰ Wylan Van Eck's Terrible (...) Very Bad Day by @ace-kaz-brekker

G | Wesper | Modern AU, Meet Ugly, First Meetings, Open Ending

💒 Have Me by @meljwrites

E | Wesper, Alys/OC | Modern AU, Fake Relationship, Weddings, Mutual Pining

[neptune-scythe]

Having Polycrow thoughts today

how Kaz would watch the others being affectionate and loving and open with each other, watching from a distance because he doesn't know how to be like that. He knows he loves them, he just doesn't know how to say it or show it ... and is love really enough? His feelings wouldn't do anything if he couldn't express them at all, and always in the back of his mind the memories of all the bad things he'd done. How he's bad, and how the others deserve better, they deserve each other ... and much more than him.

I think he'd find a comfort in watching the others together, knowing they were getting the love they all deserved, even if it wasn't from him. Even if he was always at a distance, always on the outside. But he'd miss things, little jokes, little moments shared between the others... they all would. Sharing moments together with just a few while others were away or doing other things. But I think it would affect Kaz more so than the others, because he already missed moments when he was physically there, because some part of him would always be closed off, always unaccessable ... sometimes even to himself.

and maybe one day it would reach a point that he'd missed too much, that he wasn't enough anymore. Maybe they would simply drift apart, maybe it would be so slow and subtle that no one even noticed until it was too late.

[savethegrishaverse]

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