#six of crows headcanons

[blessedsweetgirl]

Friendly reminder that Inej isn't merely a moral compass, and Wylan isn't just a sweet, innocent cinnamon roll. Though they're gentle and kind, both are just as morally grey as Kaz and the rest of the crows

[dasiesanddarkness]

headcanon that Kaz consistently breaks into the Van Eck house just to steal little things. Wylan's favorite pen. one sock from every pair Jesper has. Marya's most recent painting. a family heirloom Jesper says is hideous. Wylan's flute. Jesper's favorite (and most hideous) shirt. etcetera.

it happens so often that eventually if something goes missing they just assume it's Kaz's fault and go down to the Slat or the Crow Club to get it back. Kaz claims it's to "keep them humble" when in actuality it's his way of getting them to come visit him because he's lonely and misses them (especially Jesper).

when Kaz stole Wylan's favorite pen Wylan and Jesper were busy and couldn't go get it so they sent a servant instead and Kaz insisted he had no idea what they were talking about and that he'd never do such a thing. then Wylan and Jesper showed up later and Kaz was sitting at his desk writing with the pen.

[olskuvallanpoe]

i’m a firm believer that kaz and inej would NOT have any biological children. they would take in some child that inej found in the bottom of a slaver ship, whose family was wiped out , who had nowhere to go. and that child would be given everything that kaz and inej had lacked as children: the ability to protect themselves, a full childhood with a mother and father that loved them, uncles in wylan and jesper. an aunt in nina. a big family network that inej had been taken away from in her childhood, that kaz possibly never had. they would save a child and give them a better life together, and they would set the world on fire to make sure that that child grew up safe.

[doylldonmagar]

Kaz Brekker hasn't been to school since he was 9 or younger. But he canonically calculates the Crow Club's books in his head and is faster and more accurate than everyone else. So I can only assume the bastard of the barrel spent his spare change on math books and taught himself in between gang jobs.

[frogwithastrawberry]

I don't think we talk enough about when Kaz was holding the parem to hide it from Nina. Because to me, that scene is a pretty good example of their relationship.

Nina was fully willing to do anything to get the parem from Matthias. If it was picking his pocket, fine. If it was sleeping with him, fine. I feel like she was probably willing to do more with Matthias than say- Jesper or Wylan. (I feel like she would have avoided Inej for Inej's own comfort)

But she was still willing to do things out of character for her to get the parem.

Yet, when she heard that Kaz had it, she stopped. You can say it's just because she knew Kaz would probably hurt her but here's the thing: I don't think he would have. Kaz is pretty big on "protecting his investments", and he isn't going to injure one of his crows greatly right before a huge plan.

And I think Nina knew that too. I think the reason she didn't try to reason with or steal from Kaz was partially because she knew she wouldn't win. But her knowing she wouldn't win also means that she was guaranteeing to herself that she wouldn't use her powers on him. Because even Kaz Brekker isn't immune to an altered Grisha's powers.

Nina wasn't willing to hurt Kaz and break his boundaries for the parem, and I don't think Kaz was willing to hurt her.

[kanejbr3kker]

One of my personal favorite Kaz headcanons is that he gets a tattoo for every person he cares about. Obviously he already has the R on his arm, so maybe like six crows for the other crows and then something specific for Inej, like a knife or geranium. And then if they ever had kids, something for each of them, and just. That's it. He gets tattoos for everybody and it's just super sweet.

[kazcreates]

Multilingual Crows

[Disclaimer: I know little about the languages that the Grishaverse languages were based on. These are about my personal headcanons for the Grishaverse languages.]

• Kaz speaks Southern Kerch, but taught himself how to speak like a native of Ketterdam. His old accent and dialect still slips out on occasion when he’s comfortable. He is also attempting to learn Suli, although he claims it’s a “business venture.” (Everyone knows it’s not).

• Matthias speaks high Fjerdan and knows more Kerch slang and swear words than most of the others.

• Nina speaks all languages fluently and can hide her accent. However, when speaking with Inej in Suli, she often slips Ravkan words into her speech.

• Wylan is fluent in Kerch, and knows the basics of and some songs in Fjerdan. 

• Inej speaks Suli, Ravkan, and Kerch. On occasion, she’ll tell Kaz a Suli proverb in Suli, both without realizing it and because it doesn’t translate into Kerch. He never corrects her.

• Jesper speaks Zemeni, Kerch, and bits and pieces of Kaelish. 

And thus, the Crows have multiple conversations at once, in multiple different languages. Nina and Inej sitting on the couch in the sitting room of the Van Eck mansion, chatting animatedly in Ravkan and Suli. Matthias and Wylan sitting on the rug, having a casual conversation about their days in Fjerdan, while Wylan occasionally turns to Jesper and tells him off in Kerch. Jesper, being Jesper, trying to see how drunk he can get Kaz so that he can see his old accent come out. Kaz, by this point, is comfortable enough with his crows to let some of his armor down, and appeases Jesper eventually, falling back into the Southern Kerch dialect, most of which Jesper can’t understand. (Which only amuses Kaz more.)

[dearestdem1]

I feel like people should learn to accept that one person's canon is not the same for every other person.

For example, you could ship Nina and Hanne while your friend ships Nina and Matthias. You can be a fan of one while accepting or missing the other. That's just how it should be. There's no need to be rigid about one ship or another- Everyone has a right to like what they want.

[jude-jespernumber1glazer]

Grr havent posted for a while soo, soc headcanon about the crows capability to carry who

Kaz : Everyone but struggles a bit to carry Nina or Matthias (bro is stubborn so he wont give up)

Inej : Everyone (with zero struggle) (all the work with climbing and parkour wasnt for nothing !!!)

Jesper : Wylan, Kaz and Inej only (maybe Nina but idk for that)

Wylan : Jesper, Inej and Kaz(and thats only for a few secs before collapsing) only 😭😭 that guy got sticks as arms hes not making it 💔

Nina : Everyone but she'd probably struggle a bit with Matthias (and maybe give up eventually 💔)

Matthias : Everyone (duh 😭)

[applecidersstuff]

In my head the crows don’t have that big of a hight difference. Except for Inej and Jesper.

The hight ranking in my head is:

Jesper, Matthias, Nina, Kaz, Wylan and Inej.

Nina and Kaz are actually the same height, but because of his limp Nina is visually taller (like a few cm taller).

Jesper and Matthias don’t actually have that big of a hight difference, Jesper is like 5cm taller and Matthias always hunches over ever so slightly, which makes Jes look even taller compared to him.

Wylan and Inej are also close in hight, but Inej wears a lot of black which makes her look smaller, and her shoes are pretty much sole-less, while Wy wears shoes with such big sole it almost looks like a platform. Wylan also does everything he can to look taller, like ruffling his hair to make it stand up, always have a perfect posture, ext. which makes their 3-5cm difference seem like a head difference.

Nina, Kaz and Matthias don’t have a big hight difference, Wylan is a bit shorter that Kaz and Nina, but it’s only noticeable if someone points it out. Inej and Jesper however…. Jes is twice her height. She’s not even tall enough for him to use her head as an arm stand.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Nina: I can't believe you talked to Kaz without getting so much as a glare! Most people can't even look in his general direction without so much as a threat.

Y/N: I mean, it would be weird if he did. We are dating after all.

Nina: ... YOU'RE WHAT?!

[imagine--if]

A/N: My New Year's gift to you and first attempt writing for the Grishaverse because I love it so much 🐦‍⬛🖤 and of course I had to write something for Kaz first, so let me know how you like it! I'd love to open requests for the Crows and this fandom soon and work on writing up some more fanfics for my Tumblr after a bit of a hiatus 🙂 and thanks so much for 2k followers!! This is for you all <3 Also I haven't seen a single fanfic for Kuwei??!?! which is a shocker since he's actually my favourite character lmao, might have to do something about that if anyone's interested in him 😎

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Backstory: You have an indenture to Hoede and the Merchant Council - maybe you're a captured Grisha? - and Kaz decides to make you an offer.

If there was any justice in the world, Kaz Brekker would get what was coming to him.

He'd heard it many times before, spat at him in fury by outwitted merchants and marks, yelled out and pointed in his face by dirty workers who thought they could best Dirtyhands himself. And he'd give them his sharp, indifferent glance with eyes the shade of bitter coffee, and simply acknowledge their words in dry sardonic amusement, because they all knew how likely that was.

Nights in the Barrel like these, with the air spiked with damp and dirty pleasure, there was barely a difference from the dim, milky shine of the moon from the edges of a dagger. All faces were set in stone, guarded and weary and greedy, and the only boy to stand out subtly amongst them was the one who beat a steady, quick rhythm with a golden crow cane, tap tap tapping on the uneven grubby cobblestone as he marched down a dusky sidestreet.

He knew that the scheming gangs of Ketterdam led by anxious money-grabbing leaders and corrupt members of the Merchant Council would try to send someone out to keep tabs on him. It just so happened that it was you.

A new face to the dirty streets of the Barrel, admittedly a pretty one, who somehow looked completely out of place but blended in perfectly amongst the other innocent thrill-seeking tourists of the town, big eyes and a sweet smile, that made Kaz himself falter for a moment, his eyes lingering on you in a sceptical, bemused hint of interest.

"Here's your choices," were the boy's first words to you, eyes cool and barely blinking, one dark brow raised ever so slightly in keen, languid awareness.

He had led you straight to the Crow Club, a place teeming with pigeons looking for a quick win over cards - where you'd seen a tall young Zemini man with a cheeky grin and curious eyes open his mouth to chat you up, before Kaz had shot him a glare colder than ice - the faint metallic scent of kruge and alcohol in the air as he strode purposefully up to his office with you following behind in bemusement.

The noises of gamblers jeering and coins clattering and tinkering fell into a muffled hum when Kaz pushed the door to a close behind you, limping behind his desk and fixing you with that cold, unwavering look. He couldn't have been older than seventeen, with brown locks slicked back in one short swoop, a jutting chin and a watchful glare that gave nothing away. But at that moment, those eyes seemed to bore straight into yours, reading you inside out, analysing and directing you in unbridled, uncaring curiosity.

"I know you're working for Hoede. Don't give me that look. No one sold you out, if that's what you're worrying about. But I know."

You had blinked, blankly, gazing back at him in pure wonder and confusion, trying to get beyond that face of stoicism and detachment, one that could very well be a mask, if he hadn't worn it every second Dirtyhands gained his infamous reputation. He was simply what the city made him. He was Kaz Brekker.

"Know?" You'd repeated after a lingering moment of uncertainty, your eyes flitting his unchanging expression. "Hoede?"

Kaz had almost smiled then, a small amused flicker at the corner of his lips, a pull of a slight smirk that had given up before it'd started.

"I haven't figured that part out just yet," he continued dryly. "That pretty innocence. Big eyes, soft words and sweet smiles. Either you're incredibly naïve or an incredibly impressive actor. Still, I'll take the puzzle."

"The puzzle?"

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native tongue."

You'd blinked again, the blankness morphing to growing bewildered curiosity and slight doubtfulness. "Are you going to turn me in?"

"To who?" Kaz questioned in an unimpressed drawl, his brow raising further with a soft scoff. "The stadwatch?"

Maybe not.

"Kill me?" You tried again uneasily, your gaze intently following his movements and plain expression for any pointers or hints. You dared not to take a fleeting glance to any windows or possibly cracks to dart to and make a quick escape - this was Brekker's turf now, streets he knew like the back of his hand, and had a whole gang working for him in the palm of his hand to boot.

"An idea," he acknowledged plainly, not a flicker of unease written in his features as he mused aloud, nodding slightly to himself. "A neat one, at that. There are plenty of places a pretty young thing could go missing in these parts, and as new as you are, I doubt anyone would be eager to go tracking down your name with dogs and blazing torches."

You thought better to respond to his words, biting the inside of your lip gently and shifting where you stood by his desk uncomfortably instead.

"How much is your indenture?"

You'd hesitated for another long moment at his question, that same uncertainty rising up in your gut again. Kaz caught on before you'd even felt it, and shrugged with a light huff, sitting down behind his desk heavily.

"I'll pay it off," he stated bluntly, shark's eyes meeting yours again. "All of it. Every penny. Consider it my deposit."

The air left your lungs at his words in a hot rush of awe and confusion. I'll pay it off. Every penny. You could be free of the Merchant Council's tight grip, of being a possession of Councilman Hoede's, and go back home-

Deposit.

"Deposit for what?" You asked after the realisation of his words dawned on you, a small frown tugging at your brows in mild apprehension.

"I need a face like yours," Kaz responded easily, staring up at you in scrutinising interest, "a pretty, clean new face, to go cast the line for my marks, and reel them in. You're unsuspecting, you know that already. A sweet, pretty thing."

He'd said pretty three times now.

"Fahey will show you the ropes," he continued simply, his attention wandering now he knew he'd caught yours. "I'll make you a Crow yet. I can't think of a better investment. Can you?"

There were a million answers you may well have wanted to give him in argument, but you couldn't. You just couldn't. It was either a new chapter with these Crows and their Bastard of the Barrel, or skulking back to Hoede with your tail between his legs, and double the interest on your indenture once he'd known you'd failed in being his little lapdog, sniffing for clues about the dirtiest dealers in the dark corners of Ketterdam.

"There's a spare room just behind the ladder to the attic," Kaz answered for you in his rocksalt rasp, leaning back in his chair as he rested his golden cane to stand against his desk, the little crow's beak pointing down at the sleek hardwood surface. "Don't bother getting any things you had before at whatever lodgings Hoede directed you to, you won't be going back. You'll get new gear, maybe a new name. Just don't change that face. Or that mind. I'll need it for what comes next."

"And what comes next?" you found your voice after processing his instructions, your former trepidation subsiding and softening into a newfound wonder.

A mirror of his earlier smirk returned to tug at his thin lips, dark eyes peering back up at you, studying relaxed into contented observing.

"Tell me what you know about a Pekka Rollins."

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just realised i set myself up for part two 🫣

[dasiesanddarkness]

my brother and i get into fights that are us saying like "imagine (something stupid the other person did)" and Jesper and Nin would 1000000% do the same:

Jesper: imagine being a drug addict

Nina: imagine being a gambling addict

Jesper: imagine being such a bad spy you get caught

Nina: imagine dropping out of University after one month

Jesper: imagine getting captured by the same guy twice

Nina: imagine kissing the wrong boy

Jesper: imagine losing your Grisha powers

Nina: imagine not being trained to use your Grisha powers

Jesper: imagine being an orphan

Nina: imagine using your father's farm as collateral

Jesper: imagine being born in Ravka

Nina: imagine not being able to control the dead

Jesper: imagine being kidnapped by your future boyfriend

Nina: imagine being named Llewellyn

Jesper: it's a faMILY NAME OKAY

[olskuvallanpoe]

listeners: inej, wylan, matthias

yappers: jesper, kaz, nina

[reonnex]

Wylan is overworked and overwhelmed with the merchant council to the point of near exhaustion

Kaz is bored out of his mind, making tunnels to get through the day.

Or. Wylan agrees to let Kaz help him with paperwork from the merchant council for a much needed break, just as long as he doesnt sign off on anything new

[frogwithastrawberry]

Thinking about the fact that usually in a fight, flight, or freeze scenario Kaz chooses fight but when he was attacked in the alley and he thought it was Jordie he froze instead and just thought that it was about time he got what he deserved