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This show is my bi panic

SHADOW AND BONE

The choke hold the "I hate everybody and everything but you." trope has me in is fucking disgusting.

Anthony Lockwood 🤝 Kaz Brekker

*being stupid and calling the loves of their lives an “asset/investment” *

*when you try to leave the fandom without realising there’s no exit*

my silly little headcannon is that Jesper fahey would be the kind of guy that would have a million different bumper stickers on his car and they all conflict wildly

like one would be a come and take it flag and the other would be a panreligious coexist stickers

Kaz Brekker - The Night of Sorrow

Part 2 here

Warnings: Mention of haphephobia (fear of being touched or touching others), mention of the Menagerie aka selling people, lost family.

A/N: I am not romanticizing Kaz's phobia. The context of this imagine is that the reader has been known by Kaz for a long time, just like for Inej. It is not sudden, or else his phobia wouldn't be his diagnosis. Overall, enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2!

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[Kaz’s POV]

Rotty.

What a fool.

An evil and ironic thought came through my mind, making scoff a bit. I do have that painting, though.

Everyone in this club, my club, my Crow Club looked like pitied old fools who wouldn’t be able to hold on for another drink. I walked to my chamber, to finally get some peace from this hellhole.

As I walked through the door, locking the door, I could hear the wet and muddy streets of Ketterdam. My window was always open, hoping to get the humid and wet air from outside into my lungs.

I carefully took off my gloves, hoping to have them refreshed before going further on the night. I heard a slight sound, other than the one coming from my gloves, behind me.

I felt a familiar presence coming out of the shadows; the only person I would let into my personal chamber.

Y/N.

“Hello, Y/N.”

I looked at her through the reflection of the mirror placed in front of me.

“What information do you have for me tonight?”

I watched her slowly pull her hood out and place her mask down to show me her beautiful complexion.

“A lead on a job. A big one. Enough money to change lives.” She spoke with her stern, but sweet voice.

I would do anything for her, but for a job? That is not likely.

“It doesn’t take much to change someone’s life in the Barrel.” I kept scraping off the dirt off of my hands when I heard her heels tap on the floor.

“A million Kruge?” I raised my head, slid my gloves onto my hands and turned to look at her. Closely walking up to her, I felt my heartbeat race at the sight of Y/N.

I knew how promising she was, both being kind and loyal, but also being useful and resourceful.

“What’s the name?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Dreesen. A wealthy merchant.”

“Dreesen. I’ve heard of him. He could afford it. The question is, what’s worth a million Kruge to him?” She looked nervous, almost scared of what she was about to say.

“He’s looking for a crew willing to cross the Fold into East Ravka and bring back something.”

“The Fold?” She nodded. “Well, of course, certain death pays a million. He didn’t say what he wants nicked?”

“No. But he’s taking meetings tonight, starting at midnight. Don’t worry. I followed him.” A small smirk appeared on the side of my mouth. She was a very fast learner, and a brave soldier.

She told me details about what she saw. I will say one thing: She’s a smart girl.

We both moved to my desk, hoping to set a plan for the night to come.

“Kaz, I got this lead from one of the girls at the Menagerie. They tell me things in case you’d buy them out, like you did with me.” She released shyly. I knew she felt bad about all of her friends.

“I didn’t, I’m paying off your indenture.” She tilted her head impatiently

“You know what I mean.” She stared at me with dark eyes.

“This one girl, Kesh, she has skill. She’s like me-” I swiftly cut her off, lifting up my head from my papers.

“I only invest in the one of a kind. She isn’t like you. No one is.” I felt her eyes flutter in mine. I never had a deep conversation with her, certainly not of this kind.

“Kaz-” She insisted.

“This isn’t up for discussion, Y/N. Now, are you in or not?”

“I'm in." She started walking away, I could see how mad she looked on her face. As though I was never able to touch anyone, I quickly walked towards her and grabbed her hand.

Her skin on my gloves didn’t feel wet and cold, it felt warm and comforting. She turned her head to face me again and most of that anger was now gone. She sighted, and held back my hand.

“I’m… I’m sorry I can’t help them out. I just… I need you. Only you, darling.”

Ever since I’ve met her, I couldn’t explain how I felt.

Something in me was moving every time that I could see a glimpse of her. My heartbeat felt heavier. A drop of sweat dropped on the back of my neck.

She stepped away from me, losing the warmth of her hand. She cleared her throat.

“So, what do we do now?”

“You’re the one who believes in a higher power.” I clenched my jaw, cursing to myself about the last sentence. “If we’re going to survive a round trip through the Fold, we’ll need a miracle or two.”

“Y/N?”

I looked up, only resulting facing my open window, reflecting the street of Ketterdam.

[Time skip]

[Y/N POV]

“Inej?” I called out from the shadows. The small and discrete girl walked out from the club.

“Y/N. There you are, I’ve looking for you for hours.” She took off her hood, showing me her face.

“What have we learned?” I asked sternly.

“Too make it short, we have to find a way to get through the fold, by sunrise.” I raised my eyebrows sarcastically.

“By sunrise? It’s in less than 6 hours. Saints, what is so important to Dreesen?” She looked down and took my hand to lead me somewhere quieter. We walked up some stairs, to Kaz’s chamber. He opened the door, letting us both in. But I looked behind me, only finding the door.

“Where have you been?” Kaz asked as he looked at his pocket watch. “Out.” I answered dryly.

“Inej told me you were by the sea; I know you go there when you’re troubled.” He looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

It was true: I always go there when I don’t feel like myself.

[Flashback]

I jumped right through the window, leaving Kaz to himself.

My only thoughts at the moments were dark and disturbing. I almost ran to the sea, inhaling the salty and humid smell. My heart felt heavy and weird. I don’t know why, but the way Kaz said: “Only you, darling.”. It almost made me feel nauseous.

I’ve never had a romantic relationship before, even just a real friendship. Inej and I were taken to the menagerie when we were young, and well I wasn’t as good as her back then. She was always the better one with weapons, mostly knives. I was always better with a bow and arrow, but it’s not convenient nor easy to find. She was also better to make friends, that is how she got out of the menagerie.

I sat down on the shoreline, admiring the waves of the True Sea. I remembered in my childhood that I would sing to my little brother, Dmitri. My throat started to sing before I even thought about doing it. I let my thoughts drift off, enjoying the time to think about Kaz.

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel anything for Kaz. He does make me feel like I’m the only one he cares about. I knew about his past, and I respected his boundaries. In fact, I do believe I was the only one who could walk into his room without getting a cane in the face.

Oh Saints.

I need to go back.

[Present time]

“What is it that Dreesen wants?” I took some papers in my fingers, studying them.

“You didn’t answer to my question, Y/N.” He stopped what he was doing for a second, studying my expression.

“I needed a break, that’s all. Answer to mine.”

“He wants a Saint.” My head snapped to his. A Saint? The only Saint that ever existed was more than a thousand years ago. As if he read my thoughts, he continued his sentence. “A Sun Summoner.” My eyes widened.

A Sun Summoner? Saints, that explains the million Kruge.

“What’s the plan, Kaz?” “I’ll find a way.”

“Are you sure?” He didn’t reply. “Do you want me to go?” I started walking away, but he called me, just like the previous hours.

“Stay, I need your help. Besides, you’re coming with us.” He completely dropped the papers and walked closer to me.

“I can’t leave.” I insisted, showing him my wrist: which had the mark of Tante Helene.

“You will. I have a plan, for you.”

“Bu-” “Don’t you worry about a thing, Y/N. I’ve got you.” He lifted his hand to my hair, taking a deep breath and passing it through my locks. A small smile appeared on my face, as it did on his.

The two lovers of Ketterdam.

The Bastard of the Barrel and the Orphan Hunter.

Even Jesper knew it would happen.

The Night of Sorrow-Part 2!

HIII

So part 2 will be out at 4:00 PM EST, which is my time in Quebec. The part 2 is already scheduled for the release. Anyways, I have loads of fun to write it and I hope that you will enjoy it even more than the first part.

Let me know on my Instagram, or even just commenting, if you want The Night of Sorrow to be a whole series!

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Much love and I'll see you at 4 PM!

rose <3

Kaz Brekker - The Night of Sorrow [Part 2]

Part 1

Warnings: Mention of slavery, mention of Haphephobia (Fear of being touched or touching others), mention of the menagerie, gunpoint(slightly)

A/N: Hello! So Part 1 kind of blew up, and I decided to make a part 2! Here it is, I was in online school today so I had plenty of time to write. I deeply hope that you'll enjoy and let me know if you want a part 3! Thank you so much for the support and enjoy!

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[Y/N's POV]

“Y/N? Are you still in Ketterdam?” Jesper snapped me out of my thoughts. I had just spotted a letter from the Menagerie. Tante Heleen wouldn’t normally call me at this hour, but I couldn’t back down now.

“Yeah, Jesper. May I take that?” I pointed to his shot of whatever was in there. He didn’t have time to nod his head, before I chugged it down my throat. The liquid will surely help throughout the night. I started walking out of the club, until I heard the sarcastic voice of Jesper calling me.

“Off to the Menagerie? Want company?” “No thanks, Jes.” I offered a wink from the side, pulling my hood up.

[Kaz’s POV]

Jesper was sitting at the bar alone, just after Pekka Rollins had broke into my chamber. I walked down to the main floor, without my cane for support, but I saw Y/N walking out of my club. She looked scared.

“You all right, boss?” I sighted, stealing Jesper’s presuming shot. “No, but it can wait.” I looked up to him, catching his worried eye.

“The Menagerie?” I asked him, taking a look behind my back. He nodded. “I’ve been warned off the job.”

“By whom?” “Who do you think.” I turned around to face my building.

“Did he remember you?” Jesper asked incorrigibly.

“If he had, I’d be dead.” Unlike Jordie. Stop that. I told to myself. “Sunrise is in five hours. We’ll need something good.”

“Yeah, but we’re off the job now, right?” No, Jesper. A million Kruge means more to me that your gambling addiction.

“Never make decisions out of fear, Jesper. Only out of spite.” I responded to him; more politely might I add.

“Well, greed always worked for me.” It sure did Jesper.

“Go guard the door.” Jesper might mean more to me than I’ll ever admit, but he makes me think of Y/N.

My Y/N.

I’ve never been like this before. I’ve never felt anything else than emptiness and grief. This feeling, ever since I lost him, it was incorrigible. Until I met her.

She made my heart, or else the rest of it, feel alive. She was a part of me and if I lost her, I surely would surrender myself to the True Sea, her favorite place.

Jesper walked out of my sight, letting me deal with the bargains for the night. Even though I had higher priorities tonight, I couldn’t help to think of her.

[Y/N’s POV]

I had just walked into the Menagerie. As though I liked to go there for the other poor girls, I wasn’t with them anymore, not in my heart, nor in my head. The only crew I had were the Wraith, the Sharpshooter, and the Bastard of the Barrel.

As I walked into the office of dear Tante Heleen, she greeted me with her usual lever of greediness. “There you are.”

She walked up from her desk and made me drop my weapons. One knife in my boot, two knives in the back, four daggers in the back armour, two lockpickers behind the ears, and one poison ring.

She still looked at me with her signature look.

Fine.

I dropped my last knife that hid under my hood, offering her a deadly look. “Come, come sit.” I walked up to her office which was filled with tons of unfulfilled papers. “I have a job for you.”

I stopped fiddling with my fingers and looked up to the woman. “I work for Kaz Brekker now.”

“That’s not entirely true. Mr. Brekker still owes five more installments on you.”

“I am not an animal you can trade around whenever you need me, Heleen.” I responded to her sharply, hoping that she would take the hint to find someone else.

“I don’t think that for a second, little fox.” She chuckled. I still wish I had that knife.

I took a deep breath, before I’d explode. “Regardless, I’m on a job.” She nodded.

“I’ve a more important question for you. Do you want to go with him?” I didn’t answer yet, because there is always something else.

“Because you know you can’t leave town without my permission, so… If you want to leave, you must be paid in full.”

“Kaz doesn’t have that, besides I am not your propriety. I never was, and I never will be. I’ll go wherever I desire.”

“Oh, but you are, I bought you from that, what should I call him, your owner?” I stood up, one of her man placed a gun up to my temple. “Here’s the man I need you to kill. Do it, and you will be free.”

The man lowered his gun and let me take the card, which had the address of the person written carefully on it.

I took back my weapons and took off to the place in question. Dear Saints, forgive me please.

I walked off and disappeared in the shadows.

[Kaz’s POV]

I had just seen Poppy, the still upset stealer. Tante Heleen had probably already given the job to Y/N, probably to make her kill the Conductor. I urged myself to reach the place, praying on whoever out there to not make her kill him. As I walked up the stairs, I found her standing on top of the man, knife by the throat.

She wasn’t doing the talking; she was shaking and in clear deny with herself. “How old were you when you were taken? Who are you looking for? Your parents? A sibling?” He stopped talking, as she placed the knife deeper down his throat. “A sister?”

No. A-

“Brother.” We had both thought the same thing. I know how she deeply missed her brother. She could spend days praying to her Saints to give her mercy, concerning her brother.

“He was 12 and I was 15 when four men took us from my parents’ wagon, separated us. I came to Ketterdam on a labor merchant ship. I don’t know where he went.” Her eyes were glistening with tears. “Tell me what I can do to help.” He begged.

“One had a silver tooth. Went by the name of Gregor or Griggs, I can’t remember exactly.”

“I don’t run in those circles, really. You’re likely after longshoremen or stevedores who take side money from people like Heleen.” He was covered in blood, still begging her for mercy.

She hesitated. “If you can’t give me a lead, you can at least give me my freedom.” She pulled up her knife almost cutting his throat, before the man spoke. I approached a step before it was too late, but…

“Sankta Lizabeta.” She looked stunned by the Ravkan language. “You follow the faith too. Please. What amount of prayer can forgive murder?” He pleaded.

“Ask the Saints for me.” She pulled up her knife, ready to execute him before I stepped in.

“Don’t.” She threw the knife, only an inch from my face. I lifted my hand that wasn’t holding my supporting stick, to show her I didn’t mean no harm. “He’s our way to Alina Starkov.”

“Him?” I nodded slowly.

“Heleen knew it. She was using you to sabotage our mission.”

“She and I made a deal.” She insisted.

“It isn’t worth more than what we get with him alive.” I walked closer to her, trying to convince her.

“You chose him over my freedom?”

“You assure it’s one or the other.” I waited for her to pull out the knife from his neck. I could the see the hesitation in her action. But I do know that she knew it was better to spare him.

She left him a small, but not deep cut on in neck and walked away. I sighed, thanking the whoever I prayed for. She backed up almost touching my chest.

“Conductor. I have a job for you.”

Y/N sighed nervously.

“Get us to the little palace.” The Conductor nodded as Y/N untied him. Jesper came through the door, taking the man to the refreshment room.

It was just us, now.

“Y/N. I thought I had told you I would handle this.” I approached her, taking a deep breath before wiping her tears off of her face. “I didn’t believe you.” She turned around, to her embarrassment, and responded shyly, cleaning her knife with a cloth.

“Do you believe me know?” She turned to face me again.

“Yes.” She sniffed, also calming herself down.

“Good. Now, let’s make it through the Fold.” I offered her a small comforting smile, which she offered me back. We both waited for Jesper to come out of the gentleman's restroom, accompanying him.

“Are we good to go, Jesper?” I asked, clinking my stick on the floor. They both got out and nodded in agreement.

They both walked through the front door as I looked at her.

“Shall we?” She walked in front of me, following the crow.

I turned around to reach the door, at least the rest of it. The man will need a new door. I thought, shutting it behind me, and following her to a sea of destinies.

kaz during his confrontation with the darkling

Reading six of crows and realising Kaz never feels uncomfortable showing his discomfort with the pain in his leg and always having to sit down, show visible signs of pain after exertion. But it’s always the viewer who sees this as a weakness and never Kaz himself. In his usual fashion, he uses this as adding another shield, so people don’t look at his actual weaknesses i.e. Inej and Jesper. It lends to the scene where he speaks with Wylan because of course Wylan has seen the way people perceive Kaz and how he treats that behaviour. And then watching the show and seeing Kaz easily walk up and down stairs with ease and moreover rappelling down buildings? Simply handing over his cane to Nikolai, his biggest shield to this random man he met mere weeks ago? As much as I want a s3 or the spin-off, do I really want it at the cost of completely stripping my favourite character’s struggles and arcs until they are no longer the Kaz Brekker everyone loves and admires??

Shadow and bone rant because I have serious concerns for the people under the tumblr tag.. spoilers

I’m the first one to defend a villain, especially if it’s Ben Barnes, they tend to be more interesting characters with a personality.But you can not defend the darkling.

Everything the darkling did, tv show and book from scene one was manipulation to get what he wanted (expand the fold). He’s not the first villain to use romance to get what he wants and normally I love that trope IF it involves a morally grey character. Not a straight up evil character.

The darkling does so many things to claim Alina as he feels entitled to he as they’re both summoners. Starting with the kefta colours, knowing how she felt about it, he still pushed her to wear the black kefta and not the blue (she does end up with the black kefta but it’s her choice to wear it).

Multiple darkling stans find the scene where he tricks Mal into telling him alinas favourite flowers and then uses this information to ‘woo’ her, cute and iconic. It’s not cute or iconic. It’s basic manipulation.

Then he actually collars her! Like mutilates her body with the stag antlers against her will all so he can have control over her and her powers. When she calls him out on it, he still tries to manipulate her, telling her lies and lies and repeating how much lonely they both were, and how much they depend on each other, right up until the last ten minutes when his true plans are revealed.

He spends 8 episodes and a full book telling Alina how they are equal and they can rule together. And then proves they aren’t by stripping her of her will and putting her in impossible situations and forcing her to make impossible decisions and then blaming her for everything that was going wrong.

The tiny backstory we had was supposed to make us feel sorry for the darkling and give us the reason why he did what he did. And yeh it gave him a reason to create the fold - you could justify that. But you can’t justify what he did the Alina and genya and zoya and Mal.

Edited:::

@grishaverse-oddity made a great comment under the post that NEEDS to be mentioned:

“And the whole scene with Zoya and the Darkling in his room, where they explicitly state that he groomed her since she arrived in the Little Palace and used her as stress relief, in the books they only ever hint at it not flat out state it”

I have read (and re-read) the Six of Crows duology.

I have not read a single other book from the Grishaverse.

Every time someone posts something about the other books, my immediate reaction is almost always, “Wait, WHAT happens????”

flirty drunk

jesper fahey x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: alcohol, implied bisexuality (idk if that’s a warning), gambling, a lil self doubt

summary: after a night of gambling, jesper gets a little drunk. who knew he was so flirty when he got tipsy?

the crow club was busy. like usual.

but among all the chaos, i could still spot jesper gambling his money away.

he was always either at a table drinking away with friends or at a gambling table. today, the latter was the case.

he threw his cards down, laughing dryly. i knew he had lost.

i walked over to him wrapping my arms loosely around his neck from behind. jesper was still babbling away, even with me near him.

"how much did you lose, jes?"

"nothing much. 10 kruge."

"35," the man officiating the game butted in.

i laughed as jesper sent him a glare. "i thought we were friends, man," he whispered.

i leaned towards jesper. "well, i think jesper's gambled enough for one night. i'm going to steal him away," i say, pulling him up.

everyone else at the table lets out a whistle as jesper whines.

"love, it's not that much. i bet i can win—"

"win it back? jesper, you have the luck of a one-legged dog."

everyone laughed as jesper only whined more. i plopped him down at a table with inej and nina seated at it.

"i'll be back with some shots. be a good boy, and don't move," i tell jesper, who had taken to pouting. he nodded resentfully but kept frowning.

i went to the bar and ordered some shots. i looked around while they were being made. jesper was still at the table, talking excitedly with nina and inej. i smiled at the sight.

i took the shots and placed them on the table. jesper immediately downed a shot and set it back down.

"someone's thirsty," nina commented, looking at the empty shot glass on the table.

"y/n said i couldn't gamble," jesper said, looping his arm around my shoulder.

"he had lost 35 kruge," i argued.

"you don't need to defend yourself. jesper gambling is never a good thing," inej says, taking a shot and drinking it.

jesper yelled a bit as nina, inej, and i all laughed at him.

a few hours later, i had not taken a sip of alcohol but jesper was extremely inebriated.

"y/n, darling, you're gorgeous. y'know that, right?" jesper told me, his words slurred.

inej and nina giggled at his behavior.

"so you're a flirty drunk?" i ask jesper, watching him stare at my face.

"i just speak the truth when i'm tipsy. and the truth is you have the face and body of a greek goddess," jesper says, blushing.

i laugh. "i think we need to get you to bed."

"yours or mine?"

nina, inej, and i laugh at the bit as i attempt to hide my blush.

"your bed, jes," i tell him, standing up.

jesper smiles. "feel free to join, love," he says as he winks.

nina and inej are thrown into another fit of laughter at jesper's attempts to flirt.

"okay, jesper. let's get you to bed."

jesper tells nina and inej goodbye before following me to the slat. (not without a few stumbles.)

once i got him to his room, i opened the door and i allowed him to walk inside. he walked into his room and plopped down on his bed as soon as he got close enough.

"this bed is so cold," jesper said, turning over so that he's belly-up. "if only you were in it with me."

i shake my head in amusement. "you're really dead set on getting me in bed with you, aren't you?"

"wouldn't any reasonable man be?" jesper said, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. "or woman for that matter."

i laugh at him. "i'll sleep in your bed tonight if you get dressed right now," i tell him.

jesper immediately scrambled into action, stripping off his clothes immediately. i try to look away but it's pretty damn difficult considering his build. he's attractive. very attractive.

he slips on some sleeping pants and opens his arms. "dressed!" he says excitedly.

"where's your shirt?" i ask, noticing his bare torso.

"i don't wear a shirt to sleep, love," jesper says, winking.

i laugh and shake my head. "get in the bed. i'm going to go get ready," i say.

"you better come back! i trust you!" jesper yells, slipping under the covers.

"i promise i'll come back," i say, smiling at him.

"okay!" jesper says.

i go to my room and change into a sleeping shirt and shorts. i walk back to jesper's room.

he's still awake, but i can tell he's getting sleepy.

"hello, my love. you look gorgeous even in pajamas," jesper says, looking over at me. "i bet you'd look even better in nothing."

i blush at that. "jes, you big flirt."

i crawl under the sheets, already feeling the warmth of jesper's body.

"why'd you have to wear a shirt? i can't feel your skin," jesper whines.

"did you want to feel my skin?" i ask him, amused by the boy's drunk antics.

"yes," jesper says, tugging at my shirt.

i sit up. "you really want me to take off my shirt?"

"yes."

"why should i?"

"because i've done everything you wanted me to."

i thought about it for a second before taking off the shirt and throwing it to the side. i had an undershirt on, so i wasn't too concerned. i laid back down.

"better?" i ask as jesper traces shapes on my bare arms.

"much," he says, a huge grin on his face.

jesper loops his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest.

"jes?"

"hmm?"

"what are you doing?"

"going to sleep."

"are you going to be using my chest as a pillow when you sleep?"

"yes."

"okay."

"i love you."

"i love you too, jes."

"not like that."

"what do you mean?"

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and then he fell asleep.

and i fell asleep, my mind on what just happened.

does he love me? or does he just love me as a friend? or is it just the alcohol talking? well they say drunk words are sober thoughts. i'll deal with this in the morning.

i woke up only to see jesper still asleep, his arms and legs wrapped around me with his head on my chest. my arms were around his neck loosely.

i just smiled down at him. he looked still and peaceful for once. i had never seen him like this before.

my hands went to his hair as i started to play with it.

jes' hair was extremely soft. it felt like clouds. and it was curly. i could take each little strand of hair and twist it around my finger if i wanted.

i started to just run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

"if i knew you liked my hair this much, i would've let you do this before now."

i looked down to see jesper with a lopsided smile, looking at me.

"sorry," i said, removing my hand from his hair.

jesper grabbed my hand before my fingers fully left my hair. "don't stop. it feels nice," he tells me.

i allow my hands to start playing with his hair again.

"morning, by the way," jesper says, his words slightly slurred.

"morning. did you sleep well?" i ask.

"spectacularly. i had the best pillow in ketterdam," he says.

i laugh at him. "headache yet?"

"i've built up a resistance to hangovers, darling."

"really? i thought you'd at least have a headache. you drank quite a lot last night."

"speaking of last night, how'd you end up in my bed? not that i'm complaining."

"you wouldn't shut up about me sleeping with you, so i caved."

"and your shirt is on the ground because..."

"you said you wanted to feel my skin."

"what else did i say?"

"you told me you loved me."

jesper's eyes went wide, but my hands never stopped.

"i said what?"

"you said 'i love you.' so i said 'i love you too, jes.' and then you said 'not like that.' and i said 'what do you mean?' and you said 'i love you.' and i said 'i love you too.'"

jesper blinked at me. "did you know what i meant?"

"i know exactly what you meant."

"so why'd you say it back?"

"because i love you too."

then jesper looked up at me with the biggest smile.

so i took my hands out of his hair and put one on each of his cheeks, and i kissed him.

his lips were soft and warm, and they still tasted a bit like whiskey. but it was perfect. he was perfect. his lips moved perfectly against mine while me moved so that his body was hovering above mine.

we pulled apart for air as he smiled down at me.

"is this why you bought us shots?"

"no. but i'm happy with the result."

he smiled and leaned down to pull me into another kiss.

I will be having a New Years party this year, but the moment it strikes midnight we're actually going to be watching shadow and bone s2, because we all know that is when it will release

"I would come for you and if I couldn't walk I'd crawl to you and no matter how broken we are, we'd fight our way out together - knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting"

I don't think you guys understand, I had covid at the time of reading CK, this god damn quote (and various other Kanej moments) sent me into multiple coughing fits

if i somehow get sick whenever CK gets adapted (and it will!!) I'm actually going to be sent to the hospital

"I would come for you and if I couldn't walk I'd crawl to you and no matter how broken we are, we'd fight our way out together - knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting"

I don't think you guys understand, I had covid at the time of reading CK, this god damn quote (and various other Kanej moments) sent me into multiple coughing fits

it actually makes so much sense that the crows (and the shadow and bone characters) are British like CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM BEING AMERICANS

like 'can I offer anyone some tea?' Wylan UGH IT WORKS TOO WELL

"man our boyfriends are so fucking weird"

normalize changing your entire personality after you read a book

the happiness i get when i buy books is something else entirely