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[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

Kaz Brekker is such an anomaly. Is he a well-written, well-rounded character? Yes. Did he learn his lesson in the end? No. Did he become either better or worse? No. Did he grow as a person? You could say that. Do we have even a remote understanding what he will do next? Absolutely not.

[milimaaa]

How are we doing Noragami fandom?

[theoburrsvirginitybalcony]

First rule of reincarnation is to have insane sex with the guy who killed you last time

[anxtheroliveinthehouse]

cufflinks update

Yes, I'm still alive and posting to this four-year old fic.

Chapter 21: "It was easy" up on the AO3. Check it out here.

Sneak peak:

After a few moments of tasting Kaoru’s impatience, Kyoya pulled back. “Tell me more about the corsets.”

We are so fucking back.

[nourtarts]

they’re planning their next 5 break-ins

[madhulogy]

Memories

(a kaz x inej fanfic/fluff/1201 words)

Summary :

Kaz buys a house for Captain Ghafa of the Seas, Freer of Slaves, treasure of his heart.

She is sitting on the same windowsill she had sat on five years ago. Her thick, black eyelashes are fanned across her cheeks and she has braided her hair into a tight coil, the same way she used to five years ago. A welcome memory comes to Kaz, like a dusty glass pane wiped clean, and he could finally see what was on the other side. He could finally see what he had never allowed himself to think upon, until now. A memory so deep tucked into his heart that he had almost lost it.

But now he remembers, he had sat in this same chair and looked at her sitting on the same windowsill and he had heard her laugh and thought if he could've bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him. Five years ago.

Now, instead of his spider, there is the Queen of The Seas, Freer of Slaves, the fearsome Captain Ghafa. And Inej. Inej who never left behind her faith even when her saints were cruel. Inej who had seen the world in all its endless ugliness and still smiles like she holds nothing but love in her heart. Knowing her, she probably does. And a fraction of it, Kaz flatters himself, is for him.

"Kaz?" Inej's voice snaps him out of his merry daydream and he fumbles for an believable excuse.

"Hmm?"

"You're staring. I asked you what you were staring at."

"There was a crow behind you," Kaz says, and then mentally winces at his inability to think correctly around her.

She laughs, and even years later, Kaz wants to bottle the sound and get drunk on it every night. Though, it terrifies him no more. And he realizes that, without her, this room was too familiar yet so entirely different.

Something clicks inside his head, and Kaz walks over to her. He looks out to the locked up windows of every building in sight. From the corner of his eye, he sees Inej follow his gaze.

"That's because of you," Kaz says.

"What is?"

"The locks. They knew you were coming." Inej looks back to the windows, new steel glinting gold in the sun's light.

"What about old man Mikhael?" she asks, looking at him as though she wants to know if he still remembers. He does. A clerk who made girls stolen from their homes and didn't know Kerch sign wavers of slavery, who got his fingers cut in half one by one by a certain Suli girl.

"He finally repaired his broken pane that has been leaking buckets every rain for three years," Kaz states smugly. The news of the Wraith returning had spread throughout Ketterdam like a wildfire. The barrel bosses and corrupt businessmen have all heard of ships that depart for slaves and come back piled with bodies to be taken to the morgue. As much as they don't admit it, they're afraid. They take precautions against any movement in the shadows. All but one. The lone leader of the Dregs hears their frightened whispers and has to fight the urge to grin.

He is suddenly aware of a weight against his chest. He sees Inej with her gaze turned towards the sunset, though he knows she isn't quite watching. Something in him recoils, but this time, he won't be the foolish boy who thought he had nothing to lose. This time, he doesn't push her away. Instead, he closes his eyes and feels her small figure againt his chest. Her elbow, punctuating a toned arm, jutting slightly beneath his ribs.

And then, maybe out of desire or simple curiosity, he puts his －ungloved－ hand over hers. The poison rises again to his throat, but this time, he has the antidote. He needs to hear her voice, so he asks,

"Do you see that house over there?"

"Which one?" Inej inquires, after a moment of silence. Kaz closes his hand over hers and points somewhere with her index finger. He then has a foolish thought that he can hear her heartbeat.

Inej turns her head to where Kaz is pointing. A house not quite far from the Slat, of adequate space with a small garden up front lined with －from what she could make out－ bushes of wild geraniums. It wasn't there when she had last been here, but it was a lovely house.

"It is ours," Kaz rasps above her.

"What?" she jerks her head up, narrowly missing his chin.

"I mean that I payed for it, but it's in your name," Kaz affirms, still looking at the house instead of her.

"Why? Kaz, why would you- you know i-" he suddenly feels like he is being interrogated, which is not a good feeling for him.

"For when you come ba- when you come to visit." He knew what this meant, but that didn't stop him from saying, "We can't have all of our memories on windowsills and makeshift desks."

Memories. That is what he was asking for, memories of her, memories with her, memories of her and him together. He senses her gaze burning through him, acknowledging the weight of what he had asked her. As he breathes in the scent of the oils she rubs in her hair, he wonders when exactly did she steal his heart, that he had not even known existed. Or rather, when did he offer it to her on a silver platter.

He wonders when did she give him the knife to carve the beating organ out of his chest and present it to her. Was it when she snuck up to him in the Menagerie catching him by surprise for the first and last time? Or when he found her bleeding on top of a crate, ready to die by her own blade? Was it when he was drowning and fighting for breath and his only thought was her? Or when he first brushed his lips against the pulse in her neck in the lush bathroom of the Ketterdam suite? Because when she looks at him with such tender eyes and sweet smile, he knows his heart is there, right in the palm of her hand.

"You built that for me?" The same tender eyes are now flooded to the waterline.

"Yes," Kaz replies.

"Brick by brick?"

He stares at her, stupefied. Then, out of nowhere, laughter erupts from him. It starts in his chest, a giddy feeling, making its way up his throat until he laughs more genuinely than he has ever. She starts to laugh, too. Her voice thick with tears combining with his hoarse, raspy one.

His laughter dies down and he regards Inej while he allows a small smile to stay on his face. Her grin has softened into something so delicate that it might shatter if he didn't shield it with his own lips.

Their eyes meet in the red glow of the dying sun, and Kaz glimpses something so golden, unrestrained, and bright he thinks he might go blind. He leans forward to press his lips briefly on top of her hair. For a moment, he is just a boy whose girl has come to visit.

[anxtheroliveinthehouse]

The porn bots have found me >:0

[sixofbabycrows]

the fact that kerch is based on dutch meaning that the crows are basically speaking dutch most of the time is still so funny to me. like have yall heard dutch

[taurielofmirkwood77777]

The entirety of Crooked Kingdom is just Kaz Brekker and Jan van Eck giving each other Uno Reverse Cards until one of them gives up. Change my mind.

[berensreverie]

[animentality]

[apocraphelion]

[littlestfallenangel]

[chongoblog]

[capinejghafa]

favorite kaz and inej fanfics

pre-canon

post-canon

canon divergence

modern au (college/coffee/general)

crossover w/ grishaverse characters

grossover w/ fandoms

syfy/fantasy au

chat/texting au

sick fics

canon only

Voting ended onFeb 13, 2023

[anxtheroliveinthehouse]

1000% agree, love seeing progress post-canon (and maybe some angst but that’s between me and god)

[marvinthecrow]

#SixofCromance Day 8 - Valentines card

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[blue-cobalt]

Some TamaKyoHaru memes for you. I hope you like it.

[anxtheroliveinthehouse]

A quick snippet of what’s going on in my brain (wip)

Kaz didn’t say anything as he fiddled with a rectangular, velvet-covered box. He opened it and for a few seconds only stared at the contents inside. Inej squirmed while waiting for him to finish her make over. She wasn’t phased by the impromptu dress-up for this mission. They had done it countless times together. Normally it involved dressing as the indentures or grunts, not so much . . . this. The satin gown was heavier than she expected and it weighed on her like a winter’s comforter. She wouldn’t be able to fight in it, she thought doing much of her own fiddling. The delicate rings and bracelets, all gold and all Suli in design, were just as much of a hinderance. She could be quiet wearing them, but she wasn’t about to throw a punch only for the jewelry to fly off or break in the process.

It was worse that she could see herself in the mirror, all dolled up, collar bones bare, and hair curled in careful waves around her face. It reminded her too much of the Menagerie, but it also wasn’t anything like she used to wear. She was nothing but a mercher’s arm piece who happened to be Suli. That’s who Kaz had told her to play. She only donned small reminders of her heritage. In the greater scheme of things, she was dressed in typical Kerch garb. An evening gown that was simple enough while demonstrating wealth in the gold stitching and bead-work around the hem. Lace poked up from the edges around her shoulders and breasts. Inej looked ridiculous. It was hideous and heavy and cumbersome, yet she’d do it for Kaz.

At last, he turned with a necklace in hand. Inej bit off the frustrated groan that was close to escaping. More and more layers of this ugly outfit that had to be peeled off later. In the mirror, she could see Kaz approach her from behind, only the minimal gold chain showed between his long, careful fingers. Inej had seen enough wealthy Kerch women at extravagant events to know that if the chain wasn’t large or decorative then the pendant was absolutely atrocious.

Kaz swept his arms around her after finding her eye in the mirror. His face was unreadable. The necklace was stretched between his gloveless hands in front of her, and he brought it to her skin slowly. At first, she didn’t want to look. She closed her eyes and only let out a small gasp as the cold metal found the skin just above the dress line.

Inej looked when she felt a curious amount of movement on the back of her neck, tickling the short, soft strands there. To her horror- and delight- the pendant was atrocious and it was beautiful. It was a large, dark-red Ruby centered between two golden crows. The crows’ wings were outstretched to set the stone from the top. Their heads were bent down with knives in beak, crossing over to frame the bottom.

Her eyes sought Kaz’s once more. They were glued to her skin where he clasped the necklace. She realized he had already secured the chain, yet his fingertips still danced along the skin there. Goose flesh spread across her body.

“Kaz.” Her voice was surprisingly soft and steady despite how lightheaded she felt.

He looked up. His dark eyes glinted as his head cocked to one side, not unlike a crow when they found something interesting. But pointedly— stubbornly— they locked onto her shoulder in the mirror.

“Where did you get this?”

A sharp grin passed over his lips. “I didn’t buy it.”

Inej’s eyebrow raised, “you had it made?”

“Do you dislike it?”

Inej glanced back to the pendant. It was too gaudy for her own taste, what little she cared for jewelry. Suli women didn’t dress up unless it was for a show, and even then it was rarely anything long or loose that would interfere with a performance. Ear piercings and nose piercings were the most commonly worn in day-to-day wear. After her time at the Menagerie, she really loathed the idea of wearing anything flashy. Pretending to be a Suli bride in a poor mimicry of what was no longer worn in contemporary settings had been the final nail in the coffin.

Now that she was looking, something else crossed her mind.

“Is this a gift?”

Kaz all but choked at the question. She closed her hands into fists waiting for the scathing response. It didn’t come.

“Only if you like it.” Kaz murmured, “I had it made for you. To keep.”

Her eyebrows rose to her hairline. A stray hand came up to touch the necklace. She had half the mind to laugh.

“It’s gorgeous. It’s too much.”

Kaz nodded. He finally looked her in the eye, albeit through the mirror.

“Perhaps,” his voice grating like stone on stone, “but it suits you. You will be the most powerful woman at the gala. It’s befitting to wear your power, your courage.” He paused, then finished, “This is your armor tonight. Dare to face the light, don’t melt into the shadows.”

Inej could have fooled herself into thinking that what he said was an order. Dare to face the light, don’t melt into the shadows. However, his expression was smoldering, his voice dark. There was tremor threatening to wrack through her. She hated the stupid dress and everything it stood for. The necklace on the surface was just as horrid, but to see Kaz’s dark irises lost to black as he held her gaze. To feel the weight of the gold and ruby, to feel the symbols he had made even as obvious as the symbols were . . . It was too much.

“It’s lovely,” she swallowed.

There was a heartbeat as he breathed, in and out then back in. He carefully touched the ruby, just brushing the hand that she still held there.

“I stole all of it.” He explained. “The ruby, the gold. I had rings melted down and remade by a well-learned Fabrikator.”

This time Inej laughed. “Of course.”

[olivenachos]

Finished Six of Crows and fully ready to be devastated reading Crooked kingdom

[anxtheroliveinthehouse]

I was right 🥲

[anxtheroliveinthehouse]

I have a very specific and spicy scene in my head planned between jotaro and Kakyoin for my fic ‘vivid’

The issue is that I’m adamant about staying below a mature rating. I might just post the “uncensored” version here once I get there. It might be a while tho 🥴

Hell I might just outline it here and watch the shippers go feral, because same here 💀

[anxtheroliveinthehouse]

Damn don’t even remember what that was lol my brain fried