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[funnyao3]

“Do you come here often?” Jesper blurts out, unthinking, stupidly, because that seems to be his brand. He winks, too, which makes it all  worse. 

“I literally work here,” the man says flatly, eyebrow raising judgmentally. 

“Ah. Right.”

[crowpricorn]

4 & 5 for kanej please!!!💗🌟

questions

4 where it hurts & 5 where it doesn't hurt

I absolutely loved this request!!! and I brought it somewhere cuter / really not canon-verse🫢💗💗

The first time Kaz sees her, she is doing cartwheels in the empty parking lot together with some friends or cousins or siblings. Their laughs attract Kaz, and he slips his hand from his Dad's hold, sprinting to see who is laughing so beautifully. 

It is a bunch of kids, it turns out, all walking on their hands and doing cartwheels and rolling on the asphalt of the parking lot — still wet and dark from the earlier storm. 

As soon as his eyes land on her, his breath catches in his throat and he feels his eyes widen — he is turning six in a couple weeks, but he already knows what liking someone is: he sees it in his parents' shared joys and loving smiles. He saw it last summer when Jordie brought home a girlfriend from his grade — and they lasted the tune of a month and four days together, before she broke up with him. 

Kaz has never had a crush, Ghezen forbids: all his classmates are annoying and too perfunctory, too Kerch for him to enjoy. And all the country girls and his neighbors have eyes for the older boys — like Jordie, or like the shepherd's three sons. 

But it takes a glance for him to set his heart straight on her. He catches her mid laughter, with her eyes scrunched tight and her mouth wide on a toothless smile. Her cheeks are red with exertion, and she is upside down in the midst of a perfect cartwheel. 

Kaz stares and stares, and can't help but stare until she finally notices him, just as soon as Jordie comes fetching him up. She looks at him and smiles wide and wild, and she asks if he wants to try. All it takes is a pleading glance up at his older brother, for him to agree and let him play in the parking lot while he and Dad go grocery shopping. The joy that bursts in Kaz's heart at that is unmistakable. 

"How do I do it?" he asks, approaching her. She is even cuter up close, with eyes brown like chestnuts and a lopsided smile that he wants to get lost into. 

"Just like this," she says, puffing her chest out and showing him another perfect cartwheel that he wouldn't know what to make of, except staring in awe and pleading for her to show him again — which she gleefully does. 

"Inej, you have to teach him, not just show," an older boy says behind laughter. 

"Oh," the girl — Inej — says. "But it's hard to explain, Hanzi." 

The boy just shrugs and keeps practicing with the other kids, which leaves Inej and Kaz alone to their own devices. 

"Fine," Inej stubbornly says, puffing her chest out again. "I'll be your teacher, …" 

"Kaz," he joyfully fills in. He looks at her with expectation, and he is not disappointed. She starts explaining how to go boom and do swoosh and how his hands are supposed to be parted the right amount and his weight balanced the right way. It seems a very reasonable bunch of directions, and it looks so easy when the rest of the kids do it, that Kaz throws himself into a cartwheel —

Only to find himself elbow against the hard asphalt and breathing heavily from the scare of falling so violently. He furrows his brows, like failing is something he took very personally and that he holds against Inej. He wants to tell her, he wants to be mad at her, even — but she laughs, and laughs, and crouches down in front of him. 

"No, silly. You are just going to hurt yourself like this," she says, and before Kaz can do anything at all she kisses the elbow, right where it's scratched, right where it hurts. 

It's their first kiss, in a way — first touch, surely, and that's something that Kaz starts craving more and more. Kisses come sporadically after that — sticky presses of lips over bruises from practice or from farm work. Kaz bruises more easily than Inej. He is way more clumsy, even, which is why he receives the most kisses from her. 

From that day in the parking lot they have begun rotating around each other, like they are pulled by a magnet in each other's orbit. Kaz cries on her lap the night his Mum dies, and he claps and yells for her the day she performs for the first time. They attend the same summer camp and they spend their weekends playing in the fields near her trailer, just in the outskirts of Lij where he also has his farm. 

Kaz teaches her how to ride a horse — and she is much better than him, until she falls from it on a sudden brake that has her hit her knee against a stone. He kisses it better for her, and that's something comfortable, something familiar. They get hurt and stand back up and wait for the other's healing kiss, until the hurt doesn't hurt anymore and they can play hand in hand again. 

He is twelve when Jordie graduates from school, and their Dad throws him a party for all their neighbors and friends to attend. Of course Kaz invites Inej over — by now, they are as close friends as they can get. She is a wild, tiny thing always in search of wonders and wanders, and he is her knight, following her wherever, peppering their paths with hidden treasures for her to find. He creates games and tricks just for her to admire, and she performs just for him under the stars. 

Kaz's crush hasn't subsided one bit, and now that he is twelve he is all the more aware of it. But what they have — the intimacy, the closeness, this precious friendship made of fairy tales and adventures and bruised knees, it's worth much more than whatever crush Kaz might have. 

Until Jordie graduates, and Kaz and Inej find their way under the willows, further away from the party to enjoy some quiet and solitude. 

"There's a new girl in my class," Kaz says, throwing pebbles down the pond, glancing furtively Inej's way so that he can admire her beauty under the stars and moon. It's orange-y also, because of all the lanterns scattered around the farm for Jordie's party. 

"Is there?" Inej asks, eyes bright and curious. 

"She is very loud, and she teased me all the time for my haircut, but I think she is funny."

Inej laughs, scooting closer to him and running her fingers through Kaz's hair, messing it all up. "Hey," he protests. 

"I don't get the undercut vibe," she shrugs. "But I like it."

Kaz thanks the darkness for covering his flushed cheeks, and he stares right in front of him, heart beating like crazy at Inej's words. She likes it! She likes something that makes Kaz… Kaz. 

"I also like your hair," he stupidly says, blushing even more. That was unnecessary to say, but he can't help it. Her hair is very beautiful, after all — soft as silk and pitch black and long like a waterfall. She also keeps it tangled in braids or knots that he adores. 

"Do you?" she murmurs, and Kaz sees her hand flinch on her side and then dart its way upon Kaz's. He holds his breath, daring not to turn her way. She keeps looking ahead too, anyway. 

"I do," he promises and finally, finally he turns, finding her face a breath away from his and already looking up at him. He could just — he should just —

She leans forwards and kisses him. 

Their first kiss, in a way, had been Inej pressing her lips — sticky from a lollipop — right on his scratch. A bandage and a kiss just right, they would tell each other, and seal their promise with lips against skin, until the pain really vanished. 

There's nothing that hurts now, no bruises but old ones, no scratches or broken bones. There's something funny happening in Kaz's stomach, a fluttering that gets him hazy and warm, but other than that it's all good. And good, and good. It's a small thing of a kiss, but it feels huge for them both. 

It's a promise, a seal just like lips against wounds — a promise of more kisses where it doesn't hurt, of more laughter and more adventures and more of them, hand in hand under the moon. 

[crowpricorn]

44 for wolfbastard!!!

questions

44: out of lust

the things you do for the person you love... surprise silly ironic whatever-this-is for you baby!! 😅

Matthias' first thought is a very clear and loud "What in the name of Djel." And how could it not be, when he just dreamt that? He looks horrified at his peaceful, sleeping girlfriend. His beautiful girlfriend with her naked skin splattered in freckles and her cheeks rosy with the warmth of summer mornings.

Nina is sound asleep still — she usually sleeps in late — and most of all she is safely unaware of Matthias' fucked up dream.

It was a dream, just a dream, he scolds himself, but he feels his cheeks heat up all the same. The thing is, it is just a dream — he has no feeling whatsoever for the person that occupied his sleeping moments — but he still feels deadly ashamed.

It was a wet dream, that is.

He is a whole adult, fiancé to the most gorgeous woman alive, and he just had a fucking wet dream about… Well, about the least person he could have ever imagined to have such a dream about.

The dream blurs and fades in the back of his mind the more he wakes from it, but some bits of it are still clear as water in his mind: being shoved against a wall by a (way smaller) lithe body, a demjin crowding him like a predator and… And kissing him.

Matthias just dreamt about Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel — the demjin, that is — kissing him six ways to Sunday like it was the only thing he wished to be doing. Matthias knows it's just a dream — but his dreams are usually crowded with Nina, still in the shape of a witch in some, but mostly he has very good, generous dreams about her. His nightmares evoke white wolves calling for him and a young boy shooting him — missing vital points just by an inch, for the relief of a sobbing Nina.

Ever since he is allowed to live free of all his ghosts — to live like a person rather than a soldier, rather than a criminal — he has mostly dreamt peaceful dreams though.

Until tonight.

Perhaps it's because they are visiting Ketterdam in less than a week to marry there with all their friends present, after so many years of having settled in the Southern Colonies. Perhaps he got scared, and it brought back some traumas and unwanted memories. Perhaps he ate too much the previous evening — Nina says that a heavy stomach brings on heavy thoughts in the night.

The dream had begun as a nightmare — he was running on thin ice and he felt stuck in place as the drüskelle approached him, like hunters circling their prey. He hadn't even had time to hear the shot, that his chest had been pierced through and the ice had cracked open on an endless pit.

At the end of the pit, Matthias had found himself back in Ketterdam, in the room where he had first met the rest of what now are his best friends, and at the time had been people he was ready to kill to have his grace back. How naive and stupid he had been. How grateful he is for what an impossible heist against his whole country had brought to him.

But the dream was not kind and melancholic of the good, old times. There had been Kaz, furious and threatening like he had appeared to Matthias the first times — and then there had been Kaz kissing him. It had been a heated, biting kiss, all teeth and tongues and bodies pressed close, until it had built and built and Matthias had moaned for Djel and… And then he woke up.

He woke up breathing heavily in his bed, that's where he is now, ashamed and confused and startled. Nina stirs besides him, a smile stretching on her lips when she throws an arm over and feels that Matthias is still in bed.

"M'ning," she mumbles, opening a deep, green eye just a bit, snuggling closer to him.

He considers not telling her. What if she thinks of him as a dirty, fucked up cheater? What if she leaves him and tells him to go and kiss Brekker, for all she cares? But he knows that's not Nina. He knows she knows him — deeply, lovingly, adoringly — and that he is safe telling her about his… His lustful dreamt kiss about Kaz Brekker of all people, apparently.

"You won't believe what I dreamt," he says.

Her eyes snap open. "Really?" she asks. "Because I dreamt I fucked a cake. Don't ask about the logistics, it's all a blur," she says, and now she is folding over and laughing. Matthias finds it easy to laugh alongside her, and then to tell her about the weirdest dream in his history of dreams and watch in awe as she snorts in her laughter, holding her stomach up and then flomping back against their pillows. "You'll have to kiss me to heal from the traumatic experience of kissing Dirtyhands," she coos, and Matthias is more than happy to oblige.

[crowpricorn]

🌹🌹🌹 baby:)

three sentences from my witch wylan au for your three roses🫶🏻

Wylan waits for the man to say anything, but he looks awestruck by Wylan's presence, taking him in with avid, enraptured eyes. Wylan looks down at his own silver flowing sleeves and green coat embroidered with wildflowers, all lace and silk, loose velvety ribbon around his neck and frills all over his clothes. He probably makes a picture, if the man's dumbstruck expression is anything to go by, and Wylan feels very smug about it.

[jackwolfes]

ours & stars!

oh these were both some lovely snippets i hope you like them 👀 // [WIP game]

from ghezenite wylan (tw for abuse mention/violence):

Wylan takes the full brunt of her punch to his jaw, cracking pain across his face and sending him stumbling. When he blinks, he sees stars. Ghezen, that’s not good. Not even his father hits him that hard.

for "ours" i couldn't find anything on anything current but there is this lovely little bit from an old thing i half abandoned that i now want to look at restarting so thank you for that 👀:

“I’m back at the tables,” he says, voice scratching sharply as each word falls. “You’re here dragging me back, again, because I haven’t learned a damn thing. And I’ll go back to your house and not get any better at using my powers, and not get over my bad habits, and you’ll realise that you’ve spent months wasting your time on a lost cause.” 

He doesn’t add, and then you’ll leave me, although he knows it’s true. He doesn’t want it to be true but he can see it happening. People always leave him. He’s a person made for abandoning. 

For a horribly long moment that lingers on, and on, Wylan says nothing, until finally, softly, he clears his throat. “Our house.” 

Jesper turns to look at him. Wylan stares down at his hands, not at Jesper. “What?” 

“You said it was my house, but it’s ours.”

[jackwolfes]

for the au game: if you had to do a fairy tale retelling, how would you do it/which would you choose?💐

[AU game]

i have been DYING to write a wesper cinderella story for like, three years now, i got fairly far through over the christmas break but didn't really get the energy to start writing !! so i'm not entirely sure what it's missing 😅

wylan spends about half the fic crossdressing which means there is a Lot of hijinks

a lot of wylan recognising jesper when jesper doesn't recognise wylan because of the aforementioned crossdressing

at least two heists

my outline didn't have any magic/fantasy in it but honestly that might be what it's missing ??? 👀

[crowpricorn]

🤡🎢💋🤩

thanks baby🧡

questions

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I surely think my first two fics, without warning (love shakes my heart) and wanting you now (but that's wishful thinking) are by far my funniest fics, bc I was more careless and uninhibited when I wrote those. one of my fav lines (& one of the only ones that comes to mind) is a classic (it's literally in the summary to wwlsmh):

"So—" he stares at Wylan, hoping, hoping. "Your Ma looks younger than I thought," he laughs a rigid laugh. A laugh that sounds foreign to his own ears.

Wylan stares with an intensity that makes Jesper want to tap his fingers against the wood of the table until the itch he feels vanishes with the constant movement. It wouldn't vanish, though, no matter how much he jostles and roams and frets and fusses — he is just restless, always moving towards something. The kids help the restlessness settle. Wylan's inquiring eyes don't. 

"Alys is not my mum," Wylan whispers — once again wanting to preserve Plumje from hearing too much. 

"Oh," Jesper feels like he is walking — floating — on the fucking moon. "I thought you were fifteen, top."

"I'm twenty-seven," he pauses, then he smiles to himself with a slyness that shakes Jesper for a sec. "Bottom," he adds, quiet, teasing, a glint in his eyes. 

Jesper stares, not understanding why— oh.

Oh.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I wouldn't call any of my published fics my wildest ride, but if we are talking wips.. oh man! surely prince x bodyguard au both plot wise and planning wise (I got almost close to 100k words before dropping it mercilessly), but also witch wylan au(I love it but I need to be in a specific flow of thoughts mindset to write it, because I'm giving it a specific vibe that rarely comes to me, & from short silly one shot it's getting out of my hands plot wise!)

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

I love themmmm!!! I especially love to align with canon in this, and make wylan the one to kiss first and jesper the mind blown flustered one. I love sweet first kisses, emotional first kisses, silly first kisses, innocent first kisses during childhood and drunk, desperate first kisses in adolescence. one of my fav tropes to write!!

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

has been jesper for a while, but lately it's wylan (and I'm also writing more of inej now! I love her)

[phantasymistart]

I love ur soc art so much, it truly brings me joy <3

aw thank you! messages like this always inspire me to draw again