#soc ao3

[funnyao3]

“I had such a funny dream,” Wylan says, keeping his voice hushed. 

Jesper’s spine stiffens, ever-so slightly. Wylan having a funny dream could either mean he’s about to share a harmless and sweet anecdote, or a harrowing and traumatic memory.

-pendulum swing passengers by MaudeAlise

[whosthatfunkyrat]

The problem I have with modern SOC AU’s is - and no shade to modern AU’s, I do my part of partaking and writing them lmao but -

My problem is that when you pick Kaz up by the scruff and place him in a regular modern society he’s just so goofy looking sometimes. Like what’s this wet cat on about? Why’s he so mad??😭

And I don’t know why that is- I know his backstory could still work pretty well in a modern setting but somehow I feel like he just becomes even more an asshole with so much less to offer. He’s too close to me in a modern setting- he feels like any other dick I’ve ever met.

Does anyone else get this??? Pls Tell me I’m not crazy😭

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Thinking about how cool it would’ve been if the Soc spinoff used Wylan’s knowledge of Fjerdan to expand on his friendship with Matthias, like when Matthias didn’t know the Kerch word for snow goggles in the book and he didn’t want to ask Nina he just pointed to them and said “keep your eyes covered” instead, but we could have had him turn to Wylan and say:

“Lamb. How do you say snow goggles in Kerch?”

And then Wylan would say “snow goggles” in Kerch (/English for audience purposes) and then Matthias would tell everyone to put their snow goggles on and we would see both Nina and Jesper seething right up until their eyes were covered - especially because Nina would understand what Matthias had just said.

[taylorscrows]

Please tell me these make sense

[ravenyenn19]

Do I need to say anything more?

[hyper-fixated-princess]

I’m at the point where I’m not sure if what I know is actually canon or if it was something I read in an emotionally wrecking one shot on the Ao3 at 04:13 am

[savethegrishaverse]

We really cherish all that the writers have done for our fandom. The show writers, the author Leigh, and every fanfiction writer that helps tell the stories we love so dearly!

[simplydifficultme]

I would just like to say I came up with a fantastic no beta tag and I highly encourage using it. The fic in question.

[lunarthecorvus]

I give you my soul.

You give me an established Kanej fanfiction.

[apollos-constant-crisis]

me as I’m writing a soc fanfic: remember to mention Kaz’s leg remember to mention Kaz’s leg remember to menti-

[funnyao3]

"I'm not arguing with you over killing my father," Wylan says while trying to fight off a grin. "I'd highly prefer it if my boyfriend stays out of jail." 

"As if we'd get caught," Kaz says, sounding almost offended. "Van Eck has countless enemies. It'd take them years to get through the list of suspects, let alone actually figure it out. He's old, too. It'd be easy to make it look natural."

"Have you thought about killing my father before?"

"Haven't we all," Kaz states more than asks, and Wylan can't honestly say no. 

"I haven't," Matthias says after a few seconds of silence. 

"You don't count. You have like… morals 'n shit." Jesper gives Matthias a judgemental look and only gets an annoyed eye roll in response. 

"I have morals," Inej says, and then when everyone looks at her expectantly, she adds, quietly and a little shameful, "I've thought about it." 

"We are not killing my father. We're not." Wylan shoots Kaz a glare when he opens his mouth to complain, and he huffs and looks away. 

"Enough joking about murder," Wylan says, "I just want a calm, peaceful, crime free life, please." 

"You can have a peaceful life with a dead father." 

"Kaz." 

Kaz makes an expression and a little motion with his hands, as if to say Well, it's true, but doesn't otherwise complain again.

[whosthatfunkyrat]

Hey idk that I ever will- but for like the couple people who follow me and see this- should I put my ao3 account on here? I’ve been keeping my two accounts (tumblr and ao3) pretty separate but… idk if I should merge the two.

(I just write some soc fic lmao)

[rupturedhaven]

Wylan delicately unwrapped the box, smiling at the tree ornament inside; a small figurine of an elf dressed in red and green with curly ginger hair and pink cheeks. “It’s adorable.”

“I saw it and it reminded me of you, so of course I had to get it.” Jesper smiled.

“I love it. Thank you.” Wylan grinned, pulling Jesper in for a kiss before moving over to the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Deliberating for a moment, he moved some baubles around near the front to make room for it, hooking it onto one of the branches. “Perfect.”

Jesper inspected the tree and nodded happily. “Agreed. I wanted to find one for each of us but none of them could quite capture the contempt behind Kaz’s eyes. There’s always next year.”

-The "Where Do Broken Hearts Go?" Christmas special (Coming 20th December!)

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Okay I’ve been toying with an idea for a Six of Crows au post-Crooked Kingdom where Van Eck won for a little while now and yeah idk but I had a scene idea come to me just now so I’m gonna write it here to see what you guys think and if there’s any interest then I might add it to my list of fics to write

This feels like a weird introduction but, er, here we go:

Inej knew the moment Kaz got home. There were no longer any crowds in the house to come to attention at his entrance, or if there were then no-one had bothered to come down to the half-room and tell Inej, but she could hear his voice drifting through the vents as soon as the door upstairs banged shut behind him.

“Where’s Inej?”

“Where do you think?” Matthias’ reply came roughly, and Inej could all but picture the disapproving grimace that must be crossing his face about now.

Let him judge. She didn’t need to leave the half-room, and for as long as that was true she wouldn’t. The vents did not give her every room though, and she did miss gathering her secrets. She wondered if there was anyone else in the house, but the five of them. Five? She stopped and counted them on her fingers. Yes, five. Hopefully still five. Inej had not bothered to leave the half-room in days, and no-one had been down to see her since yesterday morning.

She heard the door click open behind her, of course, but she did not bother to look up as Dirtyhands entered the room.

“Wraith,”

“Don’t you read the papers, Kaz?” Inej asked, without turning, “The Wraith is dead,”

She stood up, hand wandering across the table for her little pot of jurda. It tasted like shit and it wasn’t nearly as strong as she wanted it to be, but it took less than a month for the price of the blossoms to surpass the height of the stars so she’d have to make do with whatever they had left.

“Inej-”

“They found her body on the steps outside the Church of Barter almost three months ago, remember?” she finally turned to face Kaz, unscrewing the lid on the little silver pot as she did so, “Killed by some mercenary called the White Blade, who still hasn’t been found by they way in case you haven’t seen the latest. I guess it’s difficult to catch a ghost,”

Difficult to catch a wraith.

“We’ve had this conversation several times, Inej-”

“And we’re going to have it again,”

Inej placed an orange jurda blossom on her tongue, then offered the open container to Kaz. It was almost empty. He waved her off.

“I thought you didn’t go in for that sort of thing,”

Inej shrugged.

“Gotta stay awake somehow, haven’t I? We’re busy,”

“We’re not on a job”

“We’re never on a job. Unless the reason you’ve bothered to grace me with your presence is a proposition?”

Kaz shook his head.

“I just wanted to tell you there’s no news,”

Inej looked away. There was never any news. And yet somehow she always expected differently.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?”

“Probably,”

Inej caught another jurda blossom between her fingers. She needed to stay awake, because if she slept she would see him. She would see all the ways she’d failed.

“It wasn’t your fault, Inej, we’re having the same conversations on repeat can’t you see-,”

“And we’ll have them again,” she shrugged, “We will have this conversation again, Kaz, because I made a mistake and you are coddling me like a child who won’t be able cope if you tell them something was their fault. Tell me it was my fault, Kaz! We both know that it’s true,”

Kaz shook his head.

“I’d rather repeat the previous,”

“Then let’s,” snapped Inej, because hell if this jurda wasn’t strong enough to keep her awake then maybe an argument would be, “Let’s repeat the goddamn conversation, Kaz, because you’re right. We have the same two conversations on repeat and do you want to know why? Because I am owning up to the mistake I made and I am trying to deal with the consequences of it, but you had no right to do what you did, do you understand me? You messed up and you need to take some damn responsibility, because if you think-”

“You always knew Tailoring Dunyasha’s body to look like yours was a possibility for your escape option,” said Kaz, calmly.

She hated how quiet his voice was, how slow and deliberate he sounded next to the and ramblings that she could not stop from stumbling out of her.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she hissed, slamming her jurda back down on the table.

“I couldn’t have done anything to stop that,”

“You could have tried,”

“Inej-”

“Shevrati,”

Know-nothing.

She waved a hand vaguely at the door.

“Get out,”

Kaz turned to leave, then paused.

“I am sorry, Inej. They’d like to see you upstairs, you know. Nina misses you,”

“Nina can come down here then,”

“Inej… I can’t do anything for you but apologise,”

“Keep you apologies,” she snarled, and when the door had closed behind him added: “Choke on them,”

Kaz could apologise all he wanted. She would not forgive him. What right did he have to expect anything different from her than this? Did any of them? Kaz had not had to watch his parents cry, as they carried home the body of a child that wasn’t theirs. Kaz had not had to feel the ironclad grip of the person he thought he’d trusted most in the world as they held him back and told him to swallow his sobs and keep quiet. Kaz had not given up and gone limp in their arms, a mess of tears and useless prayers, as he saw his parents slip from his grasp once again and knew that he would not have the chance to tell them truth.

Kaz had also not failed the others, and did not have to feel the truth of that choking him every time he saw them. Kaz had not spent almost three months barely daring to venture out of the half room, just so he would never have to lock eyes with Jesper Fahey. There was a scream inside Inej that had been slowly building itself since the day of the auction, and if she did not find a way to release it soon it may very well eat her alive.

[copperiisulfate]

I forget too often that Jesper is canonically Wylan’s sugar baby. Like. What. How does that work so well. Why isn’t Sugar Daddy Wylan Van Eck an ao3 tag. I have so many questions.

[ravenyenn19]

So… can’t stop thinking about this head cannon I realized I have.

If Kaz and Inej have kids (whether adopted or biological)… I personally think that their son &/or daughter would be the Grishaverse embodiment of Indiana Jones/ Lara Croft.

Let me tell you why bc I’m not wrong:

The love of complex puzzles from Kaz & climbing/fighting of Inej.

Lara’s long hair??? Indy’s obsession with his hat??? Come on now.

The potential for 💰 in the antiquities hunting field/ the desire for financial freedom comes from Kaz HOWEVER the appreciation for culture & peoples from all over comes from Inej.

A Kanej child would ABSOLUTELY use a forking ice pick as a weapon like Lara??? (I feel less inclined on Indy’s whip but in a pinch they would be aces with it.)

The DESIRE TO TRAVEL THE WORLD COMES FROM MAMA ‘NEJ.

IMAGINE THE LOCK PICKING SKILLS THESE KIDS WOULD HAVE FROM DA???

The TRICK SHOTS WITH REVOLVERS FROM UNCLE JES?

THE PEOPLE SKILLS & LANGUAGE LESSONS FROM AUNTIE NEENS??

THE ABILITY TO CONSTRUCT/COMBINE THINGS IN A PINCH FOR EXPLOSIVE EFFECTS FROM UNCLE WY??

I’m right.

Validate me & I might write this along with my Alby Rollins 1920’s-esque Ketterdam fic. 👀👀