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Shipmates and Stalemates

Summary:

In the midst of rehearsals, set building, and prop procurement for a stormbound romance, numerous smaller—but equally important—elements unfold. Unexpected connections, tragedies, secrets, and chaos. Careful dances between alliances and mysteries, leaving you to anticipate the next turn of the tide. As the storm gathers, the question is whether Nikolai can maintain the balances between his friendships, budding feelings, and the stress of putting on a mask and facing the potential for everything to unravel around him?

or,

Nikolai has a show to perform about the exploits of Captain Sturmhond, an age-old pirate—sorry, privateer. Kaz doesn’t know who that is. Time for some education! (and other plot lines, but it’s a Kazolai fic of course they’re what the summary talks about)

Chapter Text


[Crow Club]

(Jesper, Nina, Kaz, Inej, Wylan)

 

bangbangbi: oh saints

 

Inej fan club founder: what did you do?

 

bangbangbi: …

bangbangbi: i can only say if everyone gets real cool with a bunch of stuff really quickly.

 

nightmare fuel: No.

 

bangbangbi: i’ll say anyway.

bangbangbi: alexei is officially done with me lmao

bangbangbi: you know nikolai lantsov’s ex, amanda?

bangbangbi: alexei’s dating her now and i said some things

bangbangbi: not nice things

 

Inej fan club founder: JESPER

 

bangbangbi: THAT IS MY NAME

 

knife wife: what sort of not nice things?

 

bangbangbi: well it wasn’t THAT bad

 

merchling: I was there

merchling: Alexei was talking about the fire again :(

merchling: Which was not Jesper’s fault. The fire was Kuwei

 

nightmare fuel: The fire’s source was undetermined.

 

inej fan club founder: HERE we go again

 

knife wife: someone please remind me when my english project is due?

 

nightmare fuel: Two weeks from today.

 

knife wife: thank you ☺️

 

nightmare fuel: You’re welcome.

 

 

 


[este + taylor]

(Nina, Inej)

 

este: smooth subject change

 

taylor: me? subject change? never.

 

este: LMAO

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

bangbangbi: i just got a text.

 

merchling: Oh no. Not a text.

 

bangbangbi: loving the sarcasm 🥰🥰

bangbangbi: no its from nikolai actually

 

nightmare fuel: Use the correct form of “it’s”.

 

bangbangbi: never 😈

 

knife wife: what does he want?

knife wife: did he get his shirt messed up at the cleaner’s again?

 

bangbangbi: keep TRACK of my FRIENDS PLEASE inej that wasn’t nikolai that was mal

 

knife wife: oh.

 

inej fan club founder: jesper i will fight you

 

bangbangbi: and you’ll win, nina dear

bangbangbi: no he wants to go over lines

bangbangbi: he got the lead

bangbangbi: again 🙄

bangbangbi: @nightmare fuel 👀

 

nightmare fuel: I am not going to edit the cast list for you, Jesper.

 

bangbangbi: damn 🖕

 

nightmare fuel: No.

 

bangbangbi: worth a shot

bangbangbi: TIME TO GO REHEARSE WITH THE GREAT CAPTAIN STURMHOND

bangbangbi: since all i get to be cast as is Neyali 🙄🙄

 

merchling: Isn’t that a good part? Isn’t Neyali the villain?

 

bangbangbi: he dies at the end lmao

 

merchling: At the end. Which means that you get the best stage time of all the characters. And you get a dramatic death scene. Congratulations, Jesper!

 

bangbangbi: …

bangbangbi: when you put it that way

 

knife wife: just thank him, dude

 

bangbangbi: thank you, wy

 

merchling: You’re welcome!

 

bangbangbi: ANYWAY

bangbangbi: oh nikolai says hi (because i’m texting instead of talking to him)

bangbangbi: the passive aggression is real 🫶

 

knife wife: that’s encouragement to practice, not passive aggression. hi, Nikolai!

 

inej fan club founder: hey!

 

merchling: Hello!

 

bangbangbi: ok bye

 

 

bangbangbi added Nikolai Lantsov to the chat

 

nightmare fuel: No.

 

nightmare fuel removed Nikolai Lantsov from the chat

 

bangbangbi added Nikolai Lantsov to the chat

 

nightmare fuel removed Nikolai Lantsov from the chat

 

bangbangbi added Nikolai Lantsov to the chat

 

nightmare fuel removed Nikolai Lantsov from the chat

 

bangbangbi added Nikolai Lantsov to the chat

 

nightmare fuel: Make your own group chat.

 

nightmare fuel removed Nikolai Lantsov from the chat

 

bangbangbi added Nikolai Lantsov to the chat

 

bangbangbi: BUT THIS ONE IS SO CONVENIENT

 

knife wife: why don’t we consult Nikolai on whether he wants to be in the chat or not?

 

nightmare fuel: No.

 

bangbangbi: YES

 

Nikolai Lantsov: may i present my case?

 

nightmare fuel: No.

 

nightmare fuel removed Nikolai Lantsov from the chat

 

bangbangbi added Nikolai Lantsov to the chat

 

Nikolai Lantsov replied to “may i present my case?”: i’m rich.

 

nightmare fuel: …

 

bangbangbi: for the record i did NOT tell him to say that

 

nightmare fuel: You can stay.

 

bangbangbi changed Nikolai Lantsov ’s name to second coolest pirate

 

second coolest pirate: excuse you.

 

second coolest pirate changed their name to coolest pirate

 

bangbangbi: I HAVE A DEATH SCENE

 

coolest pirate: I HAVE AN ALMOST DEATH SCENE

 

bangbangbi: AND?

 

coolest pirate: AND STURMHOND GETS THE GIRL

 

nightmare fuel: Spoiler alert.

 

coolest pirate: you’re telling me you don’t know Sturmhond’s story.

 

nightmare fuel: That is beside the point.

 

coolest pirate: jesper, he doesn’t know Sturmhond’s story.

 

inej fan club founder: obv a crime

 

bangbangbi: the REAL crime here is capitalizing a pirate’s name and not mine 😠

 

coolest pirate: Sturmhond is cooler than you

 

nightmare fuel: Noted. Keep Lantsov in the chat.

 

bangbangbi: FAVORITISM

 

coolest pirate: HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW ME HOW IS IT FAVORITISM

 

bangbangbi: ITS BECAUSE YOURE RICH

 

coolest pirate: THIS AGAIN

 

bangbangbi: ITS UPPER CLASS PRIVILEGE THAT HAS YOU STAYING IN THE CHAT ANYWAY

 

nightmare fuel left the chat

 

bangbangbi added nightmare fuel to the chat

 

nightmare fuel left the chat

 

bangbangbi added nightmare fuel to the chat

 

nightmare fuel left the chat

 

bangbangbi added nightmare fuel to the chat

 

merchling: All of you slow down my phone isn’t keeping up

merchling: Kaz you don’t know Sturmhond?

merchling: We’re all watching that movie they did about him

 

nightmare fuel: If you make me watch a movie, I will rip your eyes from your skull and feed them to your goldfish, Wylan.

 

merchling: I was just queried as to why I had such a look of shock on my face.

merchling: I am also curious to know the answer.

 

bangbangbi: who asked?

 

merchling: On break right now, eating a sandwich at the shop. One of the customers. You don’t know her

 

bangbangbi: oh

 

inej fan club founder: i’m with wylan

 

bangbangbi: i thought he said i didn’t know her???

 

merchling: She means about Kaz watching the Sturmhond movie.

merchling: I think.

 

inej fan club founder: yes

 

bangbangbi: i agree

 

nightmare fuel: All of you are going on the list.

 

coolest pirate: what list

 

knife wife: you don’t want to know

 

coolest pirate: i’m reading the script rn

coolest pirate: one moment

 

coolest pirate changed their name to coolest privateer

 

bangbangbi: OH my SAINTS you don’t have to make the show your entire PERSONALITY

 

coolest privateer: says the one who hasn’t even read the whole script yet

 

bangbangbi: …

bangbangbi: i’ve been busy

 

nightmare fuel: Complaining about Alexei being happy.

 

bangbangbi: INCORRECT

 

knife wife: don’t be mean, Kaz

 

nightmare fuel: I am not mean. I am factual. There is a difference.

 

bangbangbi: YOU ARE MEAN AND SOMETIMES FACTUAL

 

coolest privateer: kaz could just see the show when we perform

 

bangbangbi: but that’s not the same

 

nightmare fuel: It is good enough.

 

merchling: Movie night?

 

coolest privateer: i could host

 

inej fan club founder: do you have a waffle iron?

 

coolest privateer: my roommate does!

 

inej fan club founder: SOLD

 

coolest privateer: he hates me and might not let me use it though lmao

 

bangbangbi: then why is he your roommate???

 

coolest privateer: reasons

 

bangbangbi: v specific buddy

 

coolest privateer: right?? anyway i promise he’s not horrible

coolest privateer: just a bit old fashioned

coolest privateer: don’t let him get on your nerves too much

 

nightmare fuel: I will not hesitate to knock him out, if the need arises.

 

bangbangbi: SO YOU ARE COMING

 

nightmare fuel: I did not say that.

 

merchling: No but my phone did

 

knife wife: i could be there :) just depends on work

 

coolest privateer: tomorrow night, i’ll send the address at some point if i remember

coolest privateer: matthias might be here

coolest privateer: i’m gonna ask him about the waffle iron wish me luckkkkkkk

 

inej fan club founder: we don’t do that, love

 

knife wife: no mourners <3

 

coolest privateer: no mourners?

 

nightmare fuel: …

 

bangbangbi: NO FUNERALSSSSSSSSSS

 


[M&NS]

(Matthias, Nikolai)

 

N: question

N: can i borrow your waffle iron tomorrow?

N: you never use it

N: i’m having friends over to watch a movie

N: i won’t break it 🫡

 

M:

Nikolai,

You said that about Trassel’s leash. And then broke it.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: yes

N: and then i replaced it

N: like a good roommate should do

 

M:

Nikolai,

Fine. But only if you make enough for me to reheat them in two days’ time before work.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: THANK YOU

N: REHEATING WAFFLES IS HEATHENISTIC OF YOU TO DO

N: I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS

N: BUT YOU ARE THE BEST ROOMMATE

 

M:

Nikolai,

You are welcome.

And exaggerating.

Goodnight.

Do not make too much noise.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: I WONT

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: Attachment: 1 Image

coolest privateer: ^directions + address

 

 


[Slat]

(Kaz, Jesper, Inej, Anika, Pim, Roeder)

 

Wraith: are we working tomorrow?

 

Dirtyhands: Pim and Roeder have a job. Landlord’s inspection is in four days. Haskell might be a drunkard but he still has standards he needs to keep up with. Jesper, Inej, if your spaces are clean, you are not confined to the Slat.

 

Sharpshooter: so basically the answer is i’m cinderella 😌

 

P-I: minus the looks, plus better kicks 😘

 

what’s an Ika?: stawppppp FLIRTING WITH OTHER GUYS PIM

 

Sharpshooter: it’s the jes effect

 

roeder=rider: uhhhhh

roeder=rider: ok

 

what’s an Ika?: dead & gone & buried

 

Dirtyhands: One more reference to Ms. Swift and you will all be blocked and kicked to the curb.

 

Wraith: look at how my tears ricochet :(

 

Dirtyhands: 🚫

Dirtyhands: You’re all gone.

 

Sharpshooter: cold

 

P-I: I DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING

 

Dirtyhands: Guilty by association.

 

P-I: 🙄

 

Dirtyhands: Get your shit cleaned up before Haskell is here.

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

bangbangbi: WE’LL BE THERE

bangbangbi: unrelatedly, who wants to be my fairy godmother?

 

inej fan club founder: no 🫶

 

knife wife: mine? 🥺

 

inej fan club founder: yes bbg anything for you 🥺🥺

 

knife wife: thank you 🥺🥺🥺

 

inej fan club founder: i love you 🥺🥺🥺🥺

 

knife wife: i love you more 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

 

nightmare fuel left the chat

 

inej fan club founder added nightmare fuel to the chat

 

coolest privateer: is anyone bringing anything tomorrow?

 

bangbangbi: we are broke babe 😭😭

 

coolest privateer: budget is fifteen kruge each. you’ll be reimbursed at the door

 

bangbangbi: LIVING UP TO THE NAME @coolest privateer

 

coolest privateer: :)

 

merchling: I think Jesper is a cooler pirate. But for a privateer, yes. You are cool

 

coolest privateer: privateers are COOLER i don’t know what you mean

 

knife wife: you are actually so wonderful Nikolai. Jesper, why hasn’t he been in the chat longer?

 

bangbangbi: ask kaz idk

 

inej fan club founder: inej you should pick me up and we should go SHOPPING

 

knife wife: my car’s in the shop :(

knife wife: …

knife wife: @nightmare fuel?

 

nightmare fuel: You may not borrow my car.

 

knife wife: i wasn’t going to ask something as drastic as that, don’t worry :)

knife wife: could you drive us to the store, please?

 

bangbangbi: I’M GOING TOO

 

nightmare fuel: Inej is in the front. Jesper, behind her. Nina, we will be there in five minutes. Which store?

 

knife wife: YES

knife wife: i’ll dm you <3

 

nightmare fuel: Okay.

Chapter 2: ii

Notes:

hi, everybody! decided to try my hand at a chatfic, and it’s… interesting, to say the least. we’ll see!
i feel like at this point i join the ranks of some of the designated Kazolai shippers on ao3. enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: kaz.

 

nightmare fuel: ?

 

coolest privateer: where the hell did jesper get a goat for fifteen kruge.

 

bangbangbi: I TOLD YOU

bangbangbi: I WON HIM

bangbangbi: AND HIS NAME IS MILO

 

nightmare fuel: No.

 

bangbangbi: he is beautiful and will take zero criticism.

 

knife wife: saints, Jes

 

nightmare fuel: Do not pet name Jesper when he is in the wrong.

 

bangbangbi: I AM NOT IN THE WRONG

bangbangbi: LOOK AT THIS FACE

bangbangbi: Attachment: 1 Image

bangbangbi: HE IS LOVELY AND ALL I EVER WANTED

 

nightmare fuel: Lantsov. I will be impolitely declining your invitation to watch any movie.

 

coolest privateer: no way

coolest privateer: jesper, take the goat back please

coolest privateer: and not just because of kaz it’s also because matthias will kill me

 

inej fan club founder: if kaz doesn’t come watch the movie i will personally make sure he is at every one of your rehearsals.

 

nightmare fuel: Oh, so now you know how to type?

 

inej fan club founder: i find religion and decency when my good time is threatened :)

inej fan club founder: be there or beware, Brekker!

 

nightmare fuel: That is not even a threat.

 

coolest privateer: :(

 

 


[Nikolai Lantsov, Kaz Brekker]

 

Nikolai: if you still come for the movie i’ll pay you ten kruge on top of letting you keep the fifteen

 

Kaz: Twenty five.

 

Nikolai: twenty

 

Kaz: The deal is the deal.

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

nightmare fuel: Jesper, remove the goat from the premises.

 

bangbangbi: but he’s so sweet :(

 

 


[Nikolai Lantsov and Kaz Brekker]

 

Nikolai: twenty five and the goat stays?

 

Kaz: Thirty five and i don’t drop kick the goat across the city.

 

Nikolai: forty and you give it a pat if jesper asks

 

Kaz: Fine.

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

nightmare fuel: Keep the goat away from me.

 

bangbangbi: what are you on?

 

nightmare fuel: Shut up, or else you join the goat.

 

bangbangbi: ????????????

 

coolest privateer: so you’ll all be here! wonderful i’ll let matthias know

 

nightmare fuel: Yes.

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

inej fan club founder: someone open the door please i’m carrying too much

(sent with Voice Assist)

 

 


[M&NS]

 

M:

Nikolai,

What is that noise?

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: we got to the part of the Sturmhond movie where Mayu drops the sail on Neyali

N: jesper’s booing

N: kaz is cheering to spite him

N: it’s an oddly nice sound??

 

M:

Nikolai,

Request that your friends keep the volume down.

Also, you should keep better track of them. The little one is in the kitchen. She is not doing well. I am talking to her.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: inej?

 

 


[knife enthusiasts]

(Kaz, Inej)

 

Kaz: Where did you go?

 

 


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Inej?

 

 


[este + taylor]

 

este: babe you’re missing the movieeeee

este: i just paused it for you

 

 


[favorites of the grump]

(Jesper, Inej)

 

guns: inej???????

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

knife wife: kaz, jes, can we go back home?

 

nightmare fuel: Yes.

 

 


[este + taylor]

 

este: are you okay?

 

taylor: yeah just got a text from her

 

este: isn’t she blocked?

 

taylor: yeah she has a new number

 

este: report her!!

 

taylor: no evidence, it’s just talking about how much she misses me and wishes i would come home

taylor: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

 

este: hear me out.

este: me. you. kaz. her house. an “accident” involving a cartoonish piano and stairs.

 

taylor: :)

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

bangbangbi: I FORGOT MILO

 

coolest privateer: don’t worry

coolest privateer: Attachment: 1 Image

coolest privateer: he found a friend

 

knife wife: can you thank matthias for me?

knife wife: wait it looks like milo is doing it for me <3

 

nightmare fuel: Your roommate is rude.

 

inej fan club founder: agreed he kept talking about grisha being “unnatural”

inej fan club founder: he’s lucky not to be around zoya lmao she’d have had him decked by lightning

 

bangbangbi: she says, as though being decked by lightning is a completely typical thing

 

inej fan club founder: he says, as though bringing a goat to your friend’s house is a completely typical thing to do

 

nightmare fuel: It is a good thing you left the goat there, Jesper. If it were at my house, I would have slaughtered it.

 

bangbangbi: he says, as though he is not renting and splitting rent with five other people

 

nightmare fuel: Shut up.

 

bangbangbi: make me 🫶

 

knife wife: going on dnd goodnight guys

 

bangbangbi: goodnight inej!!!!!!

 

inej fan club founder: goodnight ❤️

 

 


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Good night.

 

Inej: goodnight

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

knife wife: sorry for cutting the evening short last night

 

inej fan club founder: DONT WORRY ABOUT IT

inej fan club founder: zoya’s driving me over with waffles.

 

nightmare fuel: …

 

knife wife: i won’t get crumbs on the floor, kaz, i promise

 

nightmare fuel: Good.

 

coolest privateer: matthias offered to lend me trassel’s crate to bring milo back, jesper

 

bangbangbi: I TAKE BACK EVERY WORD I SAID ABOUT HIM BEING RUDE

bangbangbi: wait

bangbangbi: is it because he wants to let me have my goat back, or because he wants it out of his house?

 

coolest privateer: he says he chooses not to answer that question

 

bangbangbi: :(

 

knife wife: not today!! landlord inspects at stupid o’clock tomorrow morning!! no time to hide livestock

 

coolest privateer: our landlord inspects tomorrow, too 😭

 

bangbangbi: …

bangbangbi: @nightmare fuel

bangbangbi: …………………….

 

nightmare fuel: No.

 

coolest privateer: what?

 

knife wife: i’m not up for a heist

 

coolest privateer: a WHAT

 

nightmare fuel: Inej.

 

knife wife unsent a message

 

bangbangbi: PLEASE

bangbangbi: MILO MUST REMAIN HIDDEN

bangbangbi: KAZ YOU’RE HIS ONLY HOPE

 

nightmare fuel: Send him to your father’s farm.

 

bangbangbi: N O

bangbangbi: HE IS EMTIOANALY ATTACHD

 

merchling: My phone is having a seizure

 

bangbangbi: no i am dw

 

merchling: Oh ok

 

coolest privateer: i’d be willing to fund a heist

 

nightmare fuel: How much?

 

coolest privateer: however much it took

 

nightmare fuel: A blank check, then?

 

coolest privateer: with a cap

 

bangbangbi: you’ll be stripped of all your money nikolai

 

coolest privateer: a small price to pay

 

knife wife: i’m not kidding, i really can’t

 

nightmare fuel: I’ll figure it out.

 

knife wife: okay

knife wife: enjoy

 

bangbangbi: we will!

 

coolest privateer: i am guessing that, included in the cost, is paying inej to clean your stuff before the landlord visits

 

bangbangbi: YOU LOVE ME

 

coolest privateer: no, i would just prefer my second costar not to be homeless :)

 

bangbangbi: SAME THING

 

coolest privateer: …no

 

bangbangbi: WHATEVER

 

knife wife: i’ll see

 

nightmare fuel: Paying Nina*, Lantsov. Inej is doing whatever she needs to do to handle the other things going on.

 

inej fan club founder: <3

 

bangbangbi: THANK YOU NEENS

 

inej fan club founder: you’re welcome i suppose

inej fan club founder: a lifetime supply of waffles, lantsov. that is my price

 

 


[M&NS]

 

N: hey matty can i promise one of my friends unlimited access to the waffle iron

 

M:

Nikolai,

If said friend is the little one, yes. If not, then no.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: even if i get you that yogurt you like?

N: from the shop?

N: the frozen yogurt?

 

M:

Nikolai,

Replace it with a frozen yogurt machine and yes. I have found recipes.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: DONE

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: nina, you have a waffle iron now.

 

inej fan club founder: oh. my. saints.

 

nightmare fuel: Good. Jesper, be in my office in twenty minutes.

 

bangbangbi: 🫡

 

coolest privateer: i still have milo and the crate

 

nightmare fuel: Good.

nightmare fuel: I might want Helvar involved.

 

coolest privateer: how do you know his name?? i haven’t said it once??

 

nightmare fuel: It was in that news thing a while ago about that cult he got out of.

nightmare fuel: I have a good memory.

 

coolest privateer: you scare me. enjoy your heist planning

 

nightmare fuel: Thank you.

Notes:

nina has a waffle maker now. and jesper has a goat!! and nikolai is the king of making all parties happy. seriously. his ingenuity terrifies me.

Chapter 3: iii

Notes:

i have a job now! but that means i have less time to write! so unfortunately updates will be... infrequent, to say the least :( see you all next chapter!

Chapter Text


[favorites of the grump]

(Jesper, Inej)

 

guns: inej

guns: kaz is being

guns: oddly nice

guns: Attachment: 1 Image

guns: apparently he has one singular weakness and that is to dogs

guns: nikolai’s roommate looks jealous, actually

guns: it’s funny

 

roses: what

roses: of Trassel, or of Kaz?

 

guns: not sure!

guns: DID YOU KNOW TRASSEL MEANS TROUBLEMAKER

guns: also matthias stole him after he fled the cult

guns: went back for Trassel and stole him right out of the courtyard.

guns: mad props to him for it

 

roses: lovely

roses: why is Nina asking me about a sock collection?

 

guns: oh look at that it’s time to go bye inej

 

roses: GET BACK HERE JES WHAT IS THIS SOCK COLLECTION

 

guns: DONT ASK QUESTIONS YOU DONT WANT THE ANSWER TO

 

roses: SAINTS

roses: she says she’s tempted to throw them all out the window on Haskell’s head

 

guns: texting her right now

 

 


[bicons]

(Jesper, Nina)

 

king: please don’t get rid of my socks they’re all i have

 

queen: tell that to your five roommates.

queen: THERE ARE SO. MANY. SOCKS.

queen: YOU’RE SO WEIRD

 

king: PUT THEM IN THE CLOSET OR SOMETHING

 

queen: THERE ISN’T SPACE KAZ HANGS OUT THERE

 

king: help—

 

queen: it’s accurate 🤷‍♀️

 

king: 😭

king: just like

king: shove them under the bed or something

 

queen: i’m getting roeder to take me to the store and getting you an industrial sized bathtub.

 

king: what even is an industrial sized bathtub??

 

queen: i don’t know but it’s the only thing large enough for all your socks

 

king: THEYRE LITERALLY CLEAN TOO JUST PUT THEM SOMEWHERE IDK

 

queen: ?????? where ???????

 

king: ummmmm

king: idea

king: pile them up on my bed so i can’t forget cause i have a plan (assuming i convince kaz to make a stop on the way home)

 

queen: great

 

king: oh kaz needs me bye

 

queen: 🖕

 

king: not your job, but if you’re offering!!

 

queen: 🙄

queen: ❤️

 

king: ❤️

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

inej fan club founder: @nightmare fuel @knife wife @bangbangbi do you have ziplock bags?

 

inej fan club founder: and tupperware?

 

bangbangbi: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM THAT YOU NEED THOSE

 

nightmare fuel: Working wonders. Second cabinet to the left above the sink.

 

knife wife: that’s not very specific. i’ll get them for you, Nina

 

inej fan club founder: slay

 

nightmare fuel: It’s very specific.

 

knife wife: how’s the heist going?

 

bangbangbi: Attachment: 1 Image

bangbangbi: goat secured.

bangbangbi: he doesn’t like trassel’s crate though lmao

 

knife wife: :(

 

merchling: Do any of you need help

merchling: I just left work

 

coolest privateer: if you could go back to my place, matthias is cleaning up stuff milo knocked over and could probably use some help :)

 

merchling: On my way

 

inej fan club founder: jesper. fahey.

 

bangbangbi: what now

 

inej fan club founder: I THOUGHT THE SOCKS WERE BAD

inej fan club founder: Attachment: 1 Image

inej fan club founder: DO YOU HAVE A DAILY SUBSCRIPTION TO A HATTER’S DELIVERY SERVICE???

 

bangbangbi: TOCUH MY HATS AND I WILL END YOU, ZENIK

 

inej fan club founder: IM NOT GONNA GET RID OF THEM I JUST WANT TO KNOW W H Y

 

knife wife: disguises

 

coolest privateer: costumes

 

nightmare fuel: Heists.

 

merchling: Because he likes them

 

inej fan club founder: ?????????????????

 

bangbangbi: all of these answers are accurate

 

knife wife: i don’t think Haskell is going to care about Jesper’s hats, Nina. he didn’t care about my knife collection last time

 

bangbangbi: inej love i distracted him last time so he wouldn’t see your knife collection

 

knife wife: so distract him from your hats?

 

nightmare fuel: Jesper, Lantsov, get off of your phones and carry the crate.

 

bangbangbi: 🫡 anything for my son

 

coolest privateer: son 😭

 

nightmare fuel: Now.

 

 


[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: please tell me you still have some of that cream you used to put on sore muscles

guns: apparently, a trassel-sized crate with a goat inside is not light, regardless of how enthusiastically two chronically hyperactive individuals carry it

 

roses: oh

roses: yeah i still have some

roses: Nina’s still in your room, i think she got distracted by something

 

guns: i was only somewhat kidding about the hats.

guns: please tell me she hasn’t touched my hats

 

roses: she hasn’t touched your hats

 

guns: good

guns: on our way back, anything we could bring for you?

 

roses: some of that hibiscus tea from that shop near the one Wylan works at would be nice

 

guns: i was so ready to critique your direction giving until you said near Wylan’s shop

 

roses: i know 🫶

 

guns: hush

 

roses: no 🫶

roses: it is genuinely so obvious, Jes

 

guns: congratulations on being more observant than kaz, nikolai, dominik, and zoya put together, darling

guns: if it’s that obvious, then it’s not on me to do anything about it. if i’m being that obvious he can very well pick up on things and say something. since he hasn’t, i’ll take that to mean he is uninterested

 

roses: fair

 

guns: besides, mid-show relationships don’t last

guns: a factoid i definitely did not make up.

 

roses: obviously

roses: where’s Milo?

 

guns: THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR ASKING

guns: kaz said unless you explicitly asked i couldn’t tell

guns: milo is ✨elsewhere✨

guns: kaz had matthias carry him in the crate out to the car (milo doesn’t like confined spaces) (i can’t blame him, really) and he broke the crate

guns: the hinge*

guns: and the latch

guns: i am strong and fixed it up, though

guns: 💪

 

roses: impressive

 

guns: THANK YOU

guns: also he broke some other stuff but that’s alright

guns: anyway so we finally got him outside and in the car and then we drove away and he broke the crate again but i warped the metal back to the way it’s supposed to be

guns: drove out to this farm on the outside of town where apparently nikolai had contacts, the guy who owns it? his wife had boots on the ground beside nikolai

guns: shocking, i know, that someone kaz knows comes in handy 😨😨

 

roses: 😨

 

guns: and so they’re holding onto milo for until after the inspection and then we get to sneak him into the house

guns: kaz wants me to make a correction that *i get to sneak him into the house

guns: 🙄

 

roses: i’ll help <3

 

guns: THANK YOU

guns: LITERALLY THE EPITOME OF BEST FRIEND

guns: JUST BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE

 

roses: 😭

 

guns: but yes so milo is secured, i have the names, phone numbers, addresses, military id numbers, and arrest records of the people he’s with, and nikolai lantsov’s assurance that they’re good people

 

roses: ?? seems a bit overboard imo

 

guns: nah

guns: if i were kaz and it were my goat?

guns: it would be so much worse and you know it

 

roses: he’d have their original copies of their driver’s licenses

 

guns: their passports so they couldn’t skip town

 

roses: their social security numbers

 

guns: their birth certificates to erase them from existence if anything happened to his goat

 

roses: right??

 

guns: oh we’re almost there see you in a min

guns: we’re all here and matthias is gonna bring wylan back and pick nikolai up since we took kaz’s car

 

roses: okay see you in a min <3

 

 


[este + taylor]

 

este: babe if i leave without seeing you i will actually Commit a Crime

 

taylor: *another

taylor: look behind you

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: let me know how inspection goes tomorrow

 

bangbangbi: 🫡

 

inej fan club founder: THANK YOU FOR THE WAFFLE IRON NIKOLAI

 

coolest privateer: :3

 

inej fan club founder: :33

 

coolest privateer: :333

 

nightmare fuel: Both of you, shut up.

 

merchling: So, as it turns out, Matthias doesn’t have terrible music taste

merchling: He turned on this classical piece that i cannot remember the name of while we were cleaning

merchling: :)

 

 


[Theater Kids]

(Jesper, Nikolai)

 

galinda: find out what classical piece wylan and your roommate were listening to, please!

 

elphaba: 🫡

elphaba: jes

elphaba: matthias is going to miss opening night of our show 😨

elphaba: apparently there’s an event thing happening that the grisha house is heading up and the darkling’s asked him to talk

elphaba: like

elphaba: personally asked

 

galinda: wait for real

 

elphaba: apparently

 

galinda: well

galinda: good for him i guess?

 

elphaba: yeah just sucks for us

 

galinda: WAIT NINA’S NOT THERE OPENING NIGHT EITHER BECAUSE OF THE EVENT THING

 

galinda: WHY CWNT I REMEMBER WHAY THE. THING IS

 

elphaba: i don’t know

elphaba: he’s not sure he can afford to go though

elphaba: landlord’s jacked up our rent

elphaba: 😄😄 capitalism!!

 

galinda: yay!!

galinda: idk road trips are cheaper than airfare if you do it right

galinda: tell him to talk to kaz he might know someone who could caravan or something

 

elphaba: 🫡

elphaba: okay bye we’re here and apparently matthias decided we’re cleaning out our cars tonight for some reason

elphaba: it’s not like the landlord is going to demand that our cars be clean, too??

 

galinda: kaz is the same way it’s weird

galinda: but we love our perfectionists anyway 🫶🫶

 

elphaba: real

Chapter 4: iv

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text


[Crow Club]

 

bangbangbi: kmn

 

knife wife: no

 

nightmare fuel: Who chooses the method?

 

knife wife: Kaz.

 

nightmare fuel: Excellent. I’ll make it slow and painful, then.

 

knife wife: KAZ.

 

nightmare fuel: What?

 

coolest privateer: so apparently the landlord isn’t fond of dog hair

coolest privateer: which is so rude of him

 

nightmare fuel: Bribe him.

 

coolest privateer: done lmao

coolest privateer: no but seriously what is it with people in authority hating on beautiful fuzzy creatures??

 

nightmare fuel: I don’t know.

 

bangbangbi: he says, as though he doesn’t hate on beautiful fuzzy creatures himself

 

nightmare fuel: You will be hit with a cane, Jesper.

 

bangbangbi: 😩

 

nightmare fuel left the chat

 

bangbangbi added nightmare fuel to the chat

 

bangbangbi: i’m kidding 🤪

 

coolest privateer: so.

coolest privateer: how many of you know of the Lansov Emerald?

 

bangbangbi: only everyone who’s ever lived anywhere near this city

 

nightmare fuel: What about it?

 

coolest privateer: it’s missing 😀

 

inej fan club founder: NO

 

coolest privateer: yeah

 

bangbangbi: …

bangbangbi: @nightmare fuel 👀

 

nightmare fuel: If your question is whether I stole it, Jesper, the answer is no.

nightmare fuel: The fence cost alone would be much more than it’s worth to me.

 

coolest privateer: good to know

 

 


[M&NS]

 

N: when do you leave for that conference thing?

 

M:

Nikolai,

I leave in seven weeks, assuming I do attend. Aleksander is talking to a few of the others attending to see if any of them would be willing to carpool with me. He is going to stay a few days after, and I want to be back in town for your show, otherwise I would ride with him.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: so you’re on first-name-basis now?

 

M:

Nikolai,

Yes. Only because it was either Aleksander, or that ridiculous title he calls himself by. He has not given a full name. And I only received his name by flatly refusing to call him by the title and going “Hey, you!” instead.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: have i mentioned you’re my hero?

N: i have a friend who’s going, nina zenik

N: she was at the movie night

N: if you’d want to see if she’ll carpool

 

M:

Nikolai,

Give her my number, please.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: she’ll find it a lot more respectful if you ask her lol

 

M:

Nikolai,

I might.

Where could I find her?

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: the grisha house

 

M:

Nikolai,

Right.

Thank you.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: no problem

 


[Better Than Thou]

(Nikolai, Zoya)

 

Nikolai: is nina at the house rn?

 

Zoya: i’m not her keeper, idiot

 

Nikolai: idk i just thought since you’re friends…

 

Zoya: she’s a heartrender.

 

Nikolai: 🤷🏼‍♂️ she’s a grisha???

 

Zoya: that’s rude

 

Nikolai: how??

 

Zoya: …

Zoya: it just is.

Zoya: you should pay me

 

Nikolai: you sound like kaz.

 

Zoya: i’m older. Kaz sounds like me.

 

Nikolai: fair

Nikolai: have you seen nina?

 

Zoya: no. check with Ivan

 

Nikolai: he’d know better than you why?

 

Zoya: he’s in charge of the Corporalki building, Nikolai.

 

Nikolai: right

 

Zoya: 🙄

 

Nikolai: 🫶

 

Zoya: don’t push it.

 

 


[M&NS]

 

N: checked with ivan (head of the corporalki building??) and he said koh (the head of the women??) said she’s out for waffles with nestor

N: not sure at all who nestor is but

N: they’re at that waffle place, wafflepocalypse or whatever

 

M:

Nikolai,

Thank you.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

N: no problem

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: @inej fan club founder incoming

 

inej fan club founder: what

 

coolest privateer: my roommate is on his way to wafflepocalypse 😁

 

inej fan club founder: oh

inej fan club founder: tell him he’s welcome to sit with me, as long as he’s not a dick! :)

 

coolest privateer: most ominous smiley and instruction i’ve ever seen

 

nightmare fuel: Get your car ready with plenty of space in the back, Lantsov.

nightmare fuel: :)

 

coolest privateer: i have been proven wrong.

coolest privateer: what are we doing in the back, Brekker?

 

nightmare fuel: >:(

 

coolest privateer: ;)

 

nightmare fuel left the chat

bangbangbi added nightmare fuel to the chat

 

inej fan club founder: anyways–

 

 


[Nikolai, Kaz]

 

Nikolai: i’m sorry if that was too far

 

Kaz: Apology noted.

 

Nikolai: :D

 

Kaz: Get rid of the emoticons.

 

Nikolai: no <3

 

Kaz: Get them out of my DMs.

 

Nikolai: not the caps on dm

 

Kaz: Shut up.

 

Nikolai: 🤐

 

 


[Crow Club]

 

inej fan club founder: he wants my number

 

coolest privateer: yeah

coolest privateer: that’s… the reason he was going? to wafflepocalypse? to see you?

 

inej fan club founder: he’s so old fashioned 😭

 

coolest privateer: that’s how the cult was

coolest privateer: like actually, it is just old habits

coolest privateer: he texts like a victorian child, by the way, fair warning

coolest privateer: not sure why 🤷🏼‍♂️

 

inej fan club founder: …how like a victorian child?

 

coolest privateer:

Nina,

He texts like this. Name, paragraph of message, and then his sign-off.

Nikolai Yevgeni Ivan Alexandrovitch Lantsov

 

inej fan club founder: WHY SO MANY NAMES

inej fan club founder: OH MY SAINTS

inej fan club founder: NIKOLAI WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY NAMES

 

coolest privateer: i was born with them :)

 

inej fan club founder: no.

 

coolest privateer: yes

coolest privateer: rich, snobby parents are fun! :)

 

inej fan club founder: not the comma

 

coolest privateer: yes the comma

 

nightmare fuel: Stop blowing up the chat.

 

inej fan club founder: no :)

 

coolest privateer: okay

 

inej fan club founder: SO DO I GIVE HIM MY NUMBER OR NOT

 

coolest privateer: YES GIVE HIM YOUR NUMBER

coolest privateer: JUST BE FOREWARNED THAT HE TEXTS LIKE HE DOES

 

inej fan club founder: I’LL TEACH HIM HOW TO TEXT PROPERLY.

 

coolest privateer: YOU’LL BE DOING THE WORLD A FAVOR AND PERFORMING A MIRACLE, NINA ZENIK

 

inej fan club founder: ALL IN A DAY’S WORK

Notes:

this chapter was so short?? idk what’s going on 😬 i’ll try to make the next one longer ig?

Chapter Text


[Crow Club]

 

inej fan club founder: so, basically, matthias helvar and i are carpooling to the damn conference.

inej fan club founder: and we’re going to Politely Discuss Our Differing Opinions on the way there.

inej fan club founder: it’s not too late for you to shoot me in the head, jes!

 

bangbangbi: my condolences

bangbangbi: which differing opinions?

 

inej fan club founder: the ones in which “women shouldn’t need to learn to fight, it should be men’s jobs to protect them” and “grisha power is unnatural”. and did i mention “marriage should be for the sake of children within the union”???

 

bangbangbi: 😬

bangbangbi: that

bangbangbi: is incorrect

 

inej fan club founder: yeah. to say the least.

 

coolest privateer: oh

coolest privateer: yeah that might’ve been more critical information than “he texts weird”

 

inej fan club founder: A LITTLE.

inej fan club founder: I WOULD’VE BEEN A LITTLE PREPARED IF YOU HAD.

inej fan club founder: HE’S TEXTING ME NOW AND THANKING ME FOR EATING WAFFLES WITH HIM.

inej fan club founder: UGH.




[Nina, Matthias]

 

Matthias:

Nina,

Thank you for eating with me.

I noticed you seemed upset, and after giving it great consideration last night, I believe I know why.

I did not mean to react in that way. You were trying to assist me. It is cold when it rains, and the abilities that you have can change that for an individual. I did not mean it how I said it. I only meant that I am unused to that sort of power, that sort of… alteration. Thank you for being patient enough to discuss with me how exactly you believe I am wrong.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

Nina: oh saints i think i just saw heaven

Nina: please type normally

Nina: i don’t think i can handle texting with you if you assault my eyes

Nina: like this

Nina: with every message

 

Matthias:

Is this better?

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: hmmmmm

Nina: good enough

Nina: i suppose

Nina: for now

 

Matthias:

Okay.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: that wasn’t really an apology

Nina: that’s not an apology for being wrong it’s an apology for how i felt

 

Matthias:
But I am not wrong. How I said it was wrong.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: saints

 

Matthias:

I am sorry.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: it’s not just the grisha thing, though. it’s also the objectifying women, the invalidation of gays??

 

Matthias:

I did not mean it as objectification. Men are physiologically stronger than women, even though women have a tendency to be emotionally and mentally stronger, and typically lean toward a higher pain tolerance.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: generalizations are not facts

Nina: all women are different. all men are different. zoya nazyalensky beats everyone’s ass on the training floors. man, woman, neither, both, she is the strongest person i know.

 

Matthias:

The strongest person in the world is a biological man.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: the strongest person in the world is one person.

Nina: is wylan a protector?

 

Matthias:

Wylan who?

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: wylan van eck

Nina: i forgot you don’t hang around the crew as often as nikolai

 

Matthias:

Oh. Nikolai’s spoken of him.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: well? is he?

 

Matthias:

It depends.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: we’re pausing this conversation because i, a woman, with grisha abilities, have training. alongside my fellow grisha. and her wife. goodbye.

 

Matthias:

Enjoy.

Matthias Helvar




[Crow Club]

 

bangbangbi: who’s in the mood for stroopwafels?

 

knife wife: are you asking because you’re offering to buy stroopwafels, or because you want stroopwafels bought for you?

 

bangbangbi: damn

bangbangbi: caught me, ghafa

bangbangbi: i’m broke 💀

 

nightmare fuel: I am busy.

 

coolest privateer: studying lines :/

 

knife wife: i’m practicing

 

bangbangbi: for??

 

knife wife: :)

 

bangbangbi: and the award for most ominous smiley goes to–

 

inej fan club founder: i have training

inej fan club founder: these conventions have a tendency to be targets for attacks, so the Darkling wants us all on our guard

 

bangbangbi: I STILL THINK THE DARKLING IS CREEPY, FOR THE RECORD

 

inej fan club founder: the record notes it and ignores it

 

bangbangbi: great!

 

merchling: I’m not busy, Jasper

merchling: J E S P E R

merchling: The phone has a mind of its own.

 

inej fan club founder: jasper 💀

 

bangbangbi: wylan i am so offended

bangbangbi: i will not go for stroopwafels with you

 

merchling: Oh

 

bangbangbi: if only there was some way you could make it up to me–

 

merchling: OH

merchling: Jesper can I buy you stroopwafels

 

bangbangbi: IF I WERENT BROKE AND HUNGRY FOR STROOPWAFELS I WOULD SAY NO

bangbangbi: NOT BECAUSE I DONT WANT THEM BUT BC YOURE ALMOST AS BROKE AS I AM

 

merchling: :)

 

bangbangbi: yes you can buy me stroopwafels





[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: inej

guns: inej help

 

roses: what?

 

guns: he’s flirting.

guns: he is blatantly flirting.

 

roses: right now?

 

guns: yes he’s flirting and i’m standing beside him texting NO NOT RIGHT NOW HE WENT TO THE LOO

 

roses: oh

roses: don’t you want him to be flirting?

 

guns: yes?? i think??

guns: but also what if it’s making fun of me?

 

roses: i doubt Wylan is making fun of you, Jesper

 

guns: you’d be surprised




[Wylan, Kaz]

 

Wylan: Kaz I need help

 

(two minutes later)

 

Kaz: On my way. Your location is set as my destination.

 

Wylan: Not like that sorry

Wylan: I’m trying to flirt with Jesper

 

Kaz: Oh.

Kaz: Why the hell did you text me, then?

 

Wylan: I didn’t know who else to text

Wylan: I think he’s finally picking up on it and I haven’t really done this before

Wylan: Not like ever, just since leaving

Wylan: I mean not

Wylan: Shit

 

Kaz: Who taught you to curse? Nina?

 

Wylan: Thank you for making me laugh

Wylan: You’re not saying anything like “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”

 

Kaz: No. There isn’t much I wouldn’t do. The list of things I would do is much longer. Such as beat the everloving shit out of anyone who touched me when I didn’t want them to. Or hurt me.

Kaz: They would not walk away. They would crawl.

 

Wylan: That

Wylan: Was

Wylan: Something to hear in an empty restroom

 

Kaz: My crew is an extension of that, Wylan.

 

Wylan: Got it

Wylan: I’ll let Jesper be then

Wylan: Thank you




[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: oh he’s coming back

guns: bye





[bicons]

 

king: neens

king: sitting in bed with a tub of vanilla ice cream, two spoons, and leftover stroopwafels if you wanna come over

 

queen: SAY LESS, JES

queen: getting an uber rn

queen: or a ride from zoya

queen: she likes talking to inej, i think, is why she’s so willing to drive me over all the time

queen: talk to me tho what’s going on?

 

king: went to get stroopwafels with wylan

king: and he was flirting blatantly

king: and then he was in the bathroom for a bit

king: and when he came back he’d quit

king: entirely

king: wouldn’t even react to my flirting. just. blank face.

 

queen: have you considered the possibilities that either A: he was replaced by a doppelganger, or B: he lost interest after seeing how you eat stroopwafels?

queen: zoya said yes we’re on our way

 

king: don’t mock me nina i’m having a crisis 😭

 

queen: sorry

queen: zoya is ZOOMING

queen: will be there for ice cream and stroopwafels very soon 🫡

 

king: literally the best <3

 

queen: i know <3

Chapter 6: vi

Notes:

thank you all for the kudos!
DragonTune, idkicantthink, Scarlixy, theWorstWitch, AithEriaKaiAi0nia, sunrise_BookNerd, and Hail_Kriz <3

Hail_Kriz, sunrise_BookNerd, Scarlixy, AithEriaKaiAi0nia, and DragonTune, i recognize you all from the Story of Us saga!
idkicantthink, i recognize you from Fever Dreams!

welcome here to you, theWorstWitch! if i'm wrong, and you've interacted with me before, please let me know :) otherwise, it's lovely to have you here, regardless!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[Jazz Hands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Wylan is on his way to your room. I recommend that you make yourself decent.

 

jes: i’m always decent

jes: what’s he doing here at this hour it is obscenely early

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Don’t ask me. Also, it is not obscenely early. It is nearly eleven bells.

Kazzle Dazzle: Did Nina stay over? I did not hear her leave.

 

jes: yeah

jes: we didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re curious about

jes: no need to be jealous, babe <3




[favorites of the grump]

 

roses: get yourself down here, Jesper Llewellyn Fahey

 

guns: first of all, where the hell did you get my middle name

guns: second of all, i don’t really want to

guns: there’s an angry boy somewhere downstairs and i don’t want him breathing fire at me

 

roses: fair enough

roses: you can’t just ignore and avoid your problems

 

guns: watch me 👉👉

 

roses: oh my saints

 

guns: :D




[este + taylor]

 

este: remind me to do sleepovers with jesper more often

este: that was therapeutic

 

taylor: remember to thank zoya for driving you

 

este: i think you did that for me… 😉😏

 

este: i’m sorry

este: too far?

 

taylor: no, i don’t think so

taylor: walking the line, but not crossing it

 

este: ok

este: no but seriously

este: i might’ve also been a bit harsh on matthias

este: nestor stood me up :(

 

taylor: oh. i’m sorry

 

este: he might’ve just forgotten

 

taylor: hear me out

taylor: just… swear off of men

 

este: in the "people are gay, steven" voice; people are bi, inej :)

 

taylor: i know

 

este: zoya didn’t even text me to ask when i’d want to leave

 

taylor: i know

 

este: imagine bringing someone somewhere and then just

este: leaving without them

 

taylor: no, she stayed, too. i was having a bad night

 

este: YOU SHOULDVE TOLD ME IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN ON ABOUT MY BOY PROBLEMS INEJ PLEASE FORGIVE ME

 

taylor: you’re forgiven <3

 

este: thank you 🥰

 

taylor: i keep blocking her and she keeps getting new numbers

taylor: she makes it so to anyone else they read like wrong number texts

taylor: i don’t understand how i’m worth that much to her

 

este: you’d be worth that much to me

este: not like the same way obviously

este: but you would

 

taylor: thanks

 

este: no problem love <3




[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: so i decided to pick up waffles

coolest privateer: and i just so happen to have gotten way too many

coolest privateer: Attachment: 1 Image

 

inej fan club founder: THAT IS A  L O T  OF WAFFLES

inej fan club founder: NIKOLAI LANTSOV I AM GOING TO MARRY YOU

 

coolest privateer: sorry to dash your hopes, darling, but i am not interested

coolest privateer: what i am interested in is bringing this lot of waffles and hanging out with my friends

 

knife wife: sure :)

 

merchling: I’m on my way out, I’ll miss your visit. Sorry

 

coolest privateer: that’s alright

 

inej fan club founder: I AM STAYING HERE FOR WAFFLES

 

coolest privateer: i’m at the door, actually 💀 i knew you’d say yes




[Slat]

 

Dirtyhands: Roeder, go let Lantsov in before you leave.

 

roeder=rider: ok

 

P-I: what’s lantsov doing here?

 

what’s an Ika?: proposing to kazzie

 

Dirtyhands: I will remove you from the rent, Anika.

 

what’s an Ika?: creative

what’s an Ika?: sorry boss

 

Sharpshooter: tell me when wylan’s gone

 

roeder=rider: he’s leaving now

roeder=rider: ooooo he’s talking with lantsov

roeder=rider: they just shut the door

roeder=rider: @Dirtyhands permission to collect information?

 

P-I: you mean spy?

 

Wraith: you say tomato, Pim

 

Dirtyhands: Lantsov will report to me if he cares to have others know his business.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: i assume that by that, you meant roeder is not spying and inej is

 

Kaz: You read my mind.

 


Inej: they’re talking about Jesper, actually

Inej: oh

Inej: basically, the story (from what i’ve gathered) is that Wylan took Jesper for stroopwafels yesterday, flirted back and forth, had a panic moment, and then got warned off by one of Jesper’s friends, so now he’s leaving Jesper alone?

Inej: i think.

 

Kaz: That is correct.

 

Inej: it was you??

Inej: who warned Wylan off of Jesper??

Inej: why??

 

Kaz: It was not intentional.

 

Inej: saints

Inej: i’m coming back in and we are having a conversation. face to face

 

Kaz: K.




[trio]

(Inej, Kaz, Jesper)

 

knives: @camera where did you go, Kaz?

 

camera: Lantsov had something to show me. I’ll be back soon.

 

action: wow ok

 

camera: What?

 

action: choosing cooler friends? 🤨

 

camera: If the shoe fits…

 

action: 😨

 

knives: saints

knives: Nina left with Zoya a bit ago, they have training again

 

camera: Lantsov is leaving soon, as well. There is plenty of room in his car for the crate. Jesper, bring it out here.

 

action: 🫡

 

knives: cleaning up the mess from the waffles right now :)

 

camera: Good. Make sure Roeder helps. I saw him eating some. He is not as stealthy as others that I know.

 

action: as inej

 

knives: as Inej 😌

 

camera: As Inej.

 

action: yup




[Matthias, Nina]

 

Matthias:

Nina,

I would like to drive my car to the conference.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

Nina: rephrase, dear

 

Matthias:

I’d like to drive my car to the conference.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: better

Nina: only if i can drive partway :)

 

Matthias:

Maybe.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: if i can have full music control.

 

Matthias:

Yes.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: then you could drive into the sun, for all i care, i’m singing my favorite songs <3

 

Matthias:

I will not be driving into the sun. But your lack of concern for our destination is easier to handle seven weeks in advance. Thank you.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: that’s a wall of text, love

 

Matthias:

I will not drive into the sun, but I appreciate knowing this early on that you trust my directionality that much. Thank you.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: try once more

 

Matthias:

I will not. But thank you for trusting me this much to get us there safely.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: you’re welcome




[Nikolai, Kaz]

 

Nikolai: are you a photographer?

 

Kaz: Why?

 

Nikolai: idk i saw you as camera in your messages with inej and jesper (by accident i was not snooping i promise) and now i’m curious lol

 

Kaz: I took a photography elective in high school.

 

Nikolai: what sorts of subjects?

 

Kaz: Tatiana Lantsov.

 

Nikolai: noted. the mouth is being closed.

 

Kaz: Good, hints can be taken.




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: jes

elphaba: please tell me what kaz brekker took pictures of in high school

 

galinda: i don’t know 😭

 

elphaba: homophobia at its finest

 

galinda: if i knew i would tell you

galinda: even if it meant my own slow and painful death 🥲

 

elphaba: the tea would be spilled regardless?

 

galinda: yes.

 

elphaba: i am reassured.

 

galinda: good <3

 

elphaba: <3

Notes:

if there's any confusion:
guns is jesper, roses is inej
elphaba is nikolai, galinda is jesper!

pleaseeeee leave comments they are my LIFE FORCE

Chapter 7: vii

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text


[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: @nightmare fuel when should i swing by to pick people up?

 

nightmare fuel: Never.

 

coolest privateer: noted

coolest privateer: @bangbangbi

 

bangbangbi: in like an hour sorry just got out of bed

bangbangbi: since kaz 100% is not going to say it, thanks for bringing waffles yesterday!

 

coolest privateer: yw

coolest privateer: the game plan is, go pick up Milo, drop him off back at the Slat, then go to rehearsal

 

bangbangbi: WAIT I FORGOT WE HAD REHEARSAL

 

coolest privateer: how??

 

bangbangbi: I DON’T KNOW

 

coolest privateer: have you even looked at your script?

 

bangbangbi: don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to, Lantsov

 

coolest privateer: okay, Fahey

coolest privateer: regardless of that, have you even looked at your script?

 

bangbangbi: no 😭

 

coolest privateer: i recommend doing that before rehearsal today

 

bangbangbi: i willllllll

 

coolest privateer: good




[Nikolai, Kaz]

 

Nikolai: jesper’s off

 

Kaz: Jesper’s always off.

 

Nikolai: seriously, kaz. something’s wrong. i’m not sure what it is

[Read]




[Nikolai, Inej]

 

Nikolai: is there a reason you know of why jesper might be having an off day?

 

Inej: multiple

Inej: watch out for him, please

 

Nikolai: 🫡




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: remind me your order?

 

galinda: criminal that youve forgotten

galinda: some friend you are

galinda: but a cookies and cream frappe

 

elphaba: i do apologize

elphaba: i promise i won’t ever forget it again

 

galinda: good

 

elphaba: also, i am getting cake pops.

 

galinda: BET




[Crow Club]

 

bangbangbi: Attachment: 1 Image

bangbangbi: Milo secured <3

 

Coolest Privateer: only took a hoof to the knee, then horns to the back of the skull, and a trip to the er!

 

bangbangbi: medical emergencies arent funny

 

Coolest Privateer: now, to rehearsal!

 

knife wife: actually, to drop your roommate off. he doesn’t look very comfortable here

 

Coolest Privateer: nah he’ll be fine

Coolest Privateer: he’s from colder climates

 

knife wife: never mind he says he’ll walk home

 

Coolest Privateer: great! jesper get out here

 

bangbangbi: im working on it. saying farewell to Milo.

 

Coolest Privateer: let’s play spot the drama kid

 

bangbangbi: 🫵

 

Coolest Privateer: …

Coolest Privateer: accurate

 

bangbangbi: Milo says he’s disappointed

 

Coolest Privateer: milo can come to the show, then. let’s goooooooooooooo pleaseeeeeeeee

 

bangbangbi: what happens if we’re late?? oh, no, petyr might get to play the lead for once…

 

Coolest Privateer: rude

 

bangbangbi: accurate

 

knife wife: i’ll take care of Milo, Jesper. go to rehearsal

 

bangbangbi: fineeeeee




[M&NS]

 

M:

Nikolai,

There is a problem. Call me, please.

Matthias Benedik Helvar




[M&NS]

 

M:

Nikolai.

 


[M&NS]

 

M: Nikolai, please.




[Crow Club]

 

inej fan club founder: @Coolest Privateer come get your roommate.

inej fan club founder: oh never mind zoya’s going to drive him home




[M&NS]

 

{Incoming call: N}




[What is this chat.]

(Kaz, Nina)

 

Kaz: What happened?

 

Nina: i dunno matthias showed up at our door with luda

Nina: she’s one of ours, he said she got jumped or something

Nina: the darkling demanded all hands on deck, she’s not doing well. he’s got ivan and fedyor and koh in there with her

Nina: zoya’s driving matthias back

Nina: kaz, he didn’t just leave her

Nina: he could’ve left, and he didn’t

 

Kaz: I don’t think he would have.

 

Nina: that cult doesn’t think we’re human

 

Kaz: He left it.

 

Nina: fair enough

Nina: i hope luda makes it

 

Kaz: Ask Inej for prayers, not me.

 

Nina: i know

Nina: thanks for caring

[Read]

 


[este + taylor]

 

este: pray for luda, please. the healer matthias brought back after she got jumped

 

taylor: a healer got jumped??

 

este: yeah matthias brought her to the house

este: still don’t know exactly what happened, zoya’s probably going to grill him on his way home tbh

este: he said some of the druskelle were there

este: oh actually the darkling wants me to go with them, since i speak fjerdan. bye

 

taylor: bye




[Jazz Hands]

 

jes: can you come pick me up? nikolais headed back to his place immediately after rehearsal to intercept “zoyas storm”

jes: whatever that means

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Yes.

 

jes: ty

[Read]




[Nina, Nikolai]

 

Nina: if you’re worried about zoya driving him don’t i’m here

Nina: i mean you can still worry but like i’m running interference

 

Nikolai: thanks

 

Nina: np




[Crow Club]

 

Coolest Privateer: who’s going where

 

bangbangbi: i need to get home from rehearsal

 

inej fan club founder: i’m on my way to yours with matthias and zoya, nikolai

 

merchling: For the record I’m at home

 

knife wife: i’m at the slat, so’s Kaz last i checked

 

Coolest Privateer: okay

 

nightmare fuel: I’m on my way to the theater. Jesper, be ready to leave.

(Sent with Voice Assist)

 

bangbangbi: inej was wrong???

 

knife wife: for once

 

merchling: What happened?

 

inej fan club founder: a girl i’m rooming with got hurt and matthias helped her out

 

merchling: Oh

 

Coolest Privateer: okay if kaz is getting jesper i’ll head out

 

bangbangbi: ok




[Zoya, Inej]

 

Zoya: Nina’s staying here for the evening, i’m going to pick her up at some point. it’s a bit far to the House, would you want to get dinner with me?

 

Inej: i would, could you bring some back with you? i get the idea Nina, Nikolai, and Matthias won’t be thinking much about food

 

Zoya: no. Helvar seemed shaken

 

Inej: what does it take to get a healer hurt badly enough that she can’t do anything for herself? Nina’s not the most adept and she still takes care of any minor cuts she gets, bruises and such

 

Zoya: it takes a lot.

 

Inej: point taken

Inej: do you want me to meet you or are you going to pick me up?

 

Zoya: i’ll pick you up

Zoya: should you let your prison guard know where you’ll be?

 

Inej: Kaz isn’t my prison guard, he just cares about whether i’m near where she might be

 

Zoya: close enough




[knife enthusiasts]

 

{Incoming call: Inej}

Notes:

the voice assist/Wylan texting thing... basically, Wylan texts with the microphone button lol. the others (when it says (Sent with Voice Assist)) are using... whatever this universe's version of Siri is. like when Kaz was driving in this chapter, or when Nina's hands were full in chapter two. Wylan isn't typing, he's just not using voice assist

Chapter 8: viii

Notes:

got a bit o' prose here!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: can we do something for lunch tomorrow, or is it not within the budget

Inej: i mean like everyone

[Read]




[Nikolai, Kaz]

 

Kaz: I’m calling in a favor.

 

Nikolai: what favor lol

 

Kaz: The favor of allowing you to remain in the group chat.

 

Nikolai: ok what do you need

 

Kaz: You’re taking the chat out for lunch tomorrow.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Where?

 

Inej: idc

Inej: everyone usually likes waffles

Inej: Kooperom?

[Read]




[Nikolai, Kaz]

 

Kaz: To the Kooperom.

Kaz: Go offer.

 

Nikolai: 🫡




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: are you free for lunch tomorrow?

 

galinda: yeah sure




[Crow Club]

 

Coolest Privateer: we’re all going to the kooperom for lunch tomorrow! (whoever all is free)

 

merchling: I am!

 

knife wife: yes, please

 

nightmare fuel: I suppose.

 

inej fan club founder: nikolai continues to become my favorite

 

bangbangbi: i am so offended rn zenik

 

inej fan club founder: so spend your money on waffles for me and not cards

 

bangbangbi: what a tall order

 

Coolest Privateer: thoughts on matthias coming too

 

knife wife: he can

 

nightmare fuel: I suppose.




[Nikolai, Kaz]

 

Kaz: You owe me again.

 

Nikolai: ok

 

 


 


 


 


    Wylan had had several points in time when he regretted actions–the scars littered across his face, neck, and shoulders could map out most of them. One of the few that wouldn’t be written in physical scars would be his decision to listen to Kaz and back off of Jesper.

 

    Mostly because of the indifference with which Jesper looked at him now, quickly averting his eyes every time Wylan met his gaze.

 

    Wylan had parked and walked in the door to find the others already there, Kaz seated between Inej and Jesper, then Nikolai and his roommate, and then Nina. Six seats, taken, and no seventh.

 

    Wylan nearly turned around and walked back out the door.

 

    Nikolai caught his eye and jumped to his feet, grabbing a chair from another table and pulling it over, finishing whatever he’d been saying to Inej as he moved. Wylan sat down in the chair, saying some semblance of a thank-you to Nikolai as Nina waved the waitress over.

 

    “He’ll have a water,” Nikolai told the waitress, gesturing to Wylan as he sat back down in his own chair.

 

    “How was work?” Inej asked, and it took Wylan a moment to realize the question was directed at him.

 

    “It was work,” Wylan answered vaguely. “Someone came in with a really complicated order that I had to take.” He resisted the urge to scratch at his arms again. “I figured it out.” He’d put it to music, in his head. Then had a breakdown in the back because the last time he’d put something to music like that had been when his father had demanded he read something .

 

    Inej changed the subject. “How’s Luda doing?” she asked, turning to Nina instead.

 

    “Well,” Nina began, and Wylan assumed Luda was the roommate Nina had helped yesterday, “she hasn’t woken up yet. When the Darkling sent for all of the healers and the most skilled of the heartrenders, I was afraid that someone had done similarly to her as someone did to Nisho.” She shuddered, and Wylan averted his gaze, noticing that Matthias paid rapt attention, Inej and Nikolai listened carefully, and Jesper spun his straw in his glass. Kaz’s gaze was firmly fixed somewhere above Matthias’s head, his hands twisting in his gloves.

 

    “What happened to Nisho?” Jesper asked, sounding begrudgingly curious.

 

    “The last conference, some masked men attacked and kidnapped the Darkling. Most of the Grisha who were with him at the time died. The four survivors were the Darkling, a heartrender named Fedyor, Luda, and Nisho. He’s a Squaller.” Nina looked into her glass. “He can’t speak. They tormented him until his vocal cords were destroyed by his own screams. His face is deformed from burns.”

 

    Just then, the waitress brought over his water along with their plates, Wylan watched her set them down. There were seven plates. He looked at Nikolai, who still held his attention on Nina but whose gaze flicked over to Wylan as his lips curled into a smirk.

 

    “Surprised he remembered your order?” Jesper asked, and Wylan turned back to him. He looked amused.

 

    “A little,” Wylan answered, sipping his water and reaching for the flatware.

 

    “It’s Nikolai Lantsov,” Jesper said, as though that explained everything there was to know about their friend. “He makes a point out of remembering everything there is to know about his friends.” He leaned over, lowering his voice. “He’s shown me his notes in his phone. Entirely full of tables of his friends’ likes and dislikes. Kaz mentioned once after a show that Inej was standing too close and Nikolai’s list for him includes the fact that he doesn’t like physical contact. Everyone likes hugs from him. Kaz has never gotten one and I don’t know that he ever will unless he asks.”

 

    Wylan felt his heart rate pick up. He’d known Nikolai paid attention, but to realize that anything he said might get written down and made note of and used against him…

 

     Shut up, he told himself. You’re with people you trust. Nikolai wouldn’t do anything of the sort.

 

     Once the waitress walked away, Nina continued, even as she put bites of waffle into her mouth. “If I heard correctly from Maxim, they tore apart her torso, destroyed the skin of her back with whips. Maxim’s working his ass off, and the Darkling said of it that if necessary they can graft from him, as long as they don’t take so much that he can’t find the people who did this to her.” She looked up from her plate, swallowing. “Which isn’t something he just says. Luda is his weakness. If you ask me, I think the Sun Summoner is jealous.”

 

    Wylan had nearly quit paying attention. The scars on his face and neck were nothing, child’s play. The “expert” his father had brought in, one of the first of the new ones. Declared that all Wylan needed to loosen his mind, clear the block that kept him from reciting the words on the page, was a bit of discipline. Go ahead, Jan Van Eck had said.

 

    Wylan choked, coughing on the water as it got caught in his throat. His ears rang as he pushed his chair back, and Nikolai picked up his glass and moved it away. Wylan hit the floor, scooting forward until he was next to the leg of the table, clinging to it. His lungs shook, refusing to draw in the air he needed. His vision was fading, his father would be furious over him passing out–

 

    The hand on his wasn’t his father’s. It was narrower, the fingers more slender. The skin was dark, rich. Smooth, not wrinkled and blemished.

 

    “Wylan.”

 

    The voice was different, too. Less crisp Kerch, more of a lilt, an accent.

 

    “Wylan, look at me.”

 

    Wylan listened, forcing his eyes to move up the arm–which wore a much more colorful sleeve than the merchant’s black his father always wore–to the face.

 

    Jesper’s lips curled into the hint of a smile. “There, you are.” Wylan felt his own lips turning up in return. Jesper looked funny, crouched as he was, his shoulders hunched forward like a troll in the stories his mother would tell him, his head ducked low so it wouldn’t hit the bottom of the table. “Come on, we’re going back up.”

 

    Wylan shifted back, as Jesper’s fingers gently pried his off of the table leg. Jesper shifted back, too, toward his chair, and Wylan heard the moment his head collided with the table.

 

    “Ow,” Jesper exclaimed, wincing and pressing his hand to the back of his head.

 

    “Are you alright?” Inej asked, and it was then that Wylan noticed the three faces peering at him below the table’s edge. Inej, Nikolai, and Nina. Nina’s hands were moving, too, in circles that looked almost dance worthy, trancelike. Musical.

 

    In time with his heart rate.

 

    She was bringing his heart rate down.

 

    “Thank you,” Wylan mumbled, pulling himself back into his chair and feeling his face burn hot with embarrassment. Nina waved him off, digging into her waffles.

 

    Wylan stared at his own plate as the others began eating, his appetite lost.

 

    The feeling of someone’s eyes on him sparked and grew, and he shifted in his seat, finally meeting Jesper’s eyes.

    “What?” Wylan asked, shoving a fork into his waffle. Anything to wipe that look off of the Zemeni’s face–oddly caring, almost pitying, in a way.

 

    “You’re not eating,” Jesper observed quietly, his voice so low Wylan could hardly believe he himself had heard it.

 

    “I ate a large breakfast,” Wylan lied. “Nikolai didn’t ask before we got here, is all. I wanted the company.”

 

    “Oh,” Jesper replied, then turned back to his own plate.

 

    “So,” Nina began, her mouth full of one of the last few bites from her plate. “This show, the Sturmhond thing. Any chance you need an amazing actress who’s excellently talented with her tongue?”

 

    Matthias choked, and Nikolai lightheartedly patted his back as he answered, “I think we have it covered.”

 

    “I’ll just play the beautiful Shu pirate.” Nina twirled her hair. “I could get Genya Safin to tailor me, I’m sure.”

 

    “She’s cast already,” Jesper interrupted, slightly on edge as he pointed his fork at Nina. “Tamar’s playing her. And you’re too pale to get tailored enough to play Aditi.”

 

    “So rewrite it so Sturmhond’s a girl. Make it queer.” She grinned. “I’d be down to kiss Ta–”

 

    “No,” Jesper snapped, interrupting her as he stood up. “Sturmhond is Sturmhond. Not a fairy tale to be messed around with and twisted. They lived and died and had children and grandchildren and great grandchildren and–” he paused, taking a breath. “I have practicing to do. To make sure I get Neyali’s character right.”

 

    Wylan watched as Jesper stepped aside, pushing the chair back against the table and then walked out.

 

    “Eleven years today,” Nikolai said, looking about as not-hungry as Wylan felt.

 

    “What?” Nina asked.

 

    “Eleven years ago today. Aditi, the woman who tries to save Neyali at the end of the play–” Nikolai paused. “His mother was named for her. And she died eleven years ago. That’s why he’s off.” He locked eyes with Kaz like some puzzle piece had fallen into place. Wylan felt a sinking in his stomach.

 

    “Thanks for lunch,” he said hurriedly to Nikolai, pushing his chair out and getting toward the door before Kaz could possibly stop him. Sometime in the however long since he’d arrived, it had started pouring down rain, and Jesper stood there, just beyond the awning, letting the rain fall all over him as he kept his face upturned and his eyes closed.

 

    “Jesper?” Wylan tried, and when the Zemeni didn’t turn, he tried louder. “Jesper?”

 

    Jesper cracked an eye open, turning slightly until he could see Wylan. “That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” He smirked slightly. “Or do.” The smirk faded quickly.

 

    Wylan hesitated. “My… mother… I thought she was gone. For eight years. She’s the reason I can afford the apartment I’m living in, she sells her paintings and insists on helping me.” Why am I saying any of this. “My father sent her to a psychiatric hospital when I was nine. Had her wrongly admitted.” Wylan shivered slightly, and Jesper shifted, turning until he was looking fully at Wylan with rain still streaming down over him.

 

    “I thought she was dead,” Wylan continued carefully. “So, what I think I mean to say, is I know how you feel? It sucks.” Now that the words were coming out of his mouth, they felt like entirely the wrong ones.

 

    Jesper stared at him for a long moment. “Yeah,” he said finally. “And, about the other day, when we were out for stroopwafels. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He scratched at the back of his neck. “I… I like you, Wylan. And I’ve hung out with you and I was hoping it would just go away because I don’t do well with feelings, romantic ones, and it isn’t. And, Wylan–” he paused, his run of words halting. Wylan found himself staring at Jesper’s lips, slightly parted as they were and waiting for them to keep moving. “If there’s one thing anyone knows about me, Wylan, it’s that I’m awful with silence so please just say something –”

 

    “May I kiss you?” They weren’t the words Wylan had intended to come out of his mouth, nor were they the words that probably should.

 

    But, then again, neither were the words that next left Jesper’s mouth. “Saints, yes.”

 

    Wylan rushed forward, into the rain, his hands cradling just below Jesper’s jaw for a moment, Jesper’s pulse strong and racing against his palms, and then Jesper’s hands were on Wylan’s ribs and their breaths were together, and Wylan took the smallest of seconds to take in the picture before him… before their lips were pressed together and all thought of what Jesper looked like fled in the wake of what he felt like.

 

     Wylan had several scars, visible ones, littered across his face, neck, and shoulders.

 

    He knew, now, that not only would Jesper’s kiss leave a mark, but also that it would most certainly be one that he would never regret in his life.

 

    Perhaps the first of those.

Notes:

so... helnik wound up not actually being the speedrun ship??? unexpected. wesper ftw. shoutout to shadow and bone (tv) for being the inspo for that i suppose?
who all remembers luda?? hint: she was in the show but not the books... plenty of show only characters here, mainly because it helps flesh out the cast better. Anyways, see you all next chapter!
shoutout to my beta for being so very patient with me <3

Chapter 9: xi

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text


[bicons]

 

queen: so

queen: inej says you weren’t at the slat last night

queen: 👀

 

king: she’s a tattletale

king: i rode with wylan

 

queen: you rode with wylan?

 

king: shut up

 

queen: i don’t think the “with” belongs there

 

king: nina i swear if you don’t shut up

 

queen: 😌




[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: INEJ YOU TRAITOR

 

roses: ?

 

guns: YOU TOLD NINA???

 

roses: she asked if you were here and the answer was no? i didn’t tell her where you were

 

guns: like she wouldn’t ELABORATE

 

roses: and if she did that’s my fault how???

roses: also you mean extrapolate

roses: elaborate is explain further

 

guns: SAME DIFFERENCE




[Crow Club]

 

inej fan club founder: @merchling how are you?

 

bangbangbi: nina shut up

 

merchling: I’m alright :)

 

inej fan club founder: a little sore, maybe?

 

knife wife: NINA

 

coolest privateer: nina

 

bangbangbi: nina i swear to saints

 

inej fan club founder: sorry sorry i’ll shut up now

 

nightmare fuel: The last thing I want to read about is how Jesper spent his evening.

 

bangbangbi: rehearsing

 

coolest privateer: HOORAY




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: that’s a lie and Wylan gave me permission to tell you

galinda: i was not rehearsing 😁

 

elphaba: saints

 

galinda: although a bit of light role play never hurt anyone

 

elphaba: i implore you to share less

 

galinda: he’s lovely

galinda: and more skilled than his innocent looks would imply

 

elphaba: TOP TEN LIST OF THINGS I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT WYLAN, JES

 

galinda: 😇

 

elphaba: …

elphaba: did you have fun?

 

galinda: yes.

 

elphaba: good

elphaba: please share less

elphaba: but good for you

 

galinda: thanks :)

galinda: kaz won’t murder me will he

 

elphaba: nah

elphaba: he talks big but he’s a softie

 

galinda: LIAR

 

elphaba: CAUGHT ME

elphaba: just don’t hurt wy and you’ll be fine

 

galinda: like i was going to anyway 🙄




[Wylan, Jesper]

 

Jesper: real names are boring

 

Wylan: Ok

 

Jesper changed Wylan’s name to flute blower

 

flute blower: That’s not

flute blower: I’m a flautist

 

Jesper: wait one sec

 

Jesper changed their name to flute

 

flute blower: Oh

 

flute: too much?

 

flute blower: No

 

flute: great

 

flute changed the chat name to my chemical romance

 

flute blower: That is awful.

 

flute: what’s really awful is the caps that are reminiscent of Matthias Helvar

 

flute blower: They add character

flute blower: What do you mean by caps

 

flute: next time i come over i’m fixing your phone

 

flute blower: My phone is fine but ok

 

flute: you are fine. your phone has a deat h wosh

 

flute blower: A what

 

flute: saints i cant type

flute: death wish

 

flute blower: Oh




[Jazz Hands]

 

jes: so

jes: theoretically

 

Kazzle Dazzle: You weren’t here last night. I know where you were.

 

jes: you make that sound so ominous 😭

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Good.

 

jes: we talked

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I do not want to hear about your sexcapades, Jesper.

 

jes: i wasn’t gonna tell you shit about my sexcapades 🙄

jes: i was gonna say

jes: we talked

jes: and like

jes: #1 he needs a new job

jes: soon

jes: preferably

jes: also i’m pretty sure that yogurt place is putting something funny in their stuff because have you seen wylan’s arms

 

Kazzle Dazzle: No.

 

jes: you should because they’re bad

jes: rashes all over

jes: he needs a new job

 

Kazzle Dazzle: He may have an allergy to ingredients. They are not necessarily putting things in their yogurt.

 

jes: either way




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Find out what you can about Yogurt Palace.

 

Inej: okay




[Wylan, Kaz]

 

Kaz: Do you have any allergies?

 

Wylan: Not that I know of

Wylan: Who have you been talking to

 

Kaz: None of your business.




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: Jes

 

flute: pet names?? 😍

 

flute blower: Did you tell Kaz about my arms

 

flute: uh

flute: maybe a little bit

flute: he has connections ok he can get you a new job where you’re not killing your skin

 

flute blower: I could find myself a new job

flute blower: But thank you

 

flute: yup




[murder (of crows)]

 

#2: i found the Lantsov emerald

 

#3: you what

 

#1: Where?

 

#2: uhhhh

#2: well

#2: …

 

#1: Inej.

 

#2: it’s getting resold fast. it’s like a whole line of buyers. i’m trying to follow the trail and it’s difficult, they’re covering their tracks well

#2: like money laundering, but with the emerald instead

 

#1: Find out where it’s going. Digital, or in person?

 

#2: digital. trying to track down the physical trail and it’s slow going

 

#3: inej we’re throwing a party

 

#1: How are you intending to pay for it, Jesper?

 

#3: with the reward money

#3: or the ransom money

#3: how much is the emerald worth to the lantsovs again

 

#1: I intend to find out.

#1: Ask Lantsov how much the return of the Lantsov Emerald is worth to him.

 

#3: why meeeeeee

 

#2: 🤨

 

#1: Because you are in a performance with him.

 

#3: fair enough




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: quick question

galinda: how much is the lantsov emerald worth to you

galinda: like

galinda: monetarily

 

elphaba: i don’t know lol

elphaba: why do you ask

elphaba: is kaz holding it for ransom 💀




[murder (of crows)]

 

#3: houston we have a problem

 

#1: Who is Houston?

 

#3: it’s a line from a movie, you uncultured swine

#3: sorry autocorrect LOL

#3: meant uncultured bastard*

#3: anyway lantsov knows hwat’s up

 

#2: what’s*

 

#3: respectuflly my mispeling is my perogitive

 

#1: L.

 

#3: KAZ I LOVE YOU NEVER STOP BEING YOU

 

#1: Shut up.




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: absolutely not

 

elphaba: right




[murder (of crows)]

 

#3: crisis averted

#3: 😌

 

#2: ok

Notes:

next chapter will be more talking about things going on, and then we're going to have a couple weeks' time skip :) this is a lot of plot that's all in the span of a few days, and like... it's seven weeks until Matthias and Nina leave for the conference, seven and a half weeks until opening night of the show, and the next main plot things are unrelated but still not within the same few days lol
as always, thank you all for reading, and an extra thanks to my beta! sunrise_BookNerd, who has several works of their own that you're welcome and encouraged to check out

Chapter 10: x

Notes:

the majority of this chapter wouldn't have been possible without sunrise_BookNerd. thank you, my friend!
also, it's longer than most of the others, at about 2,000 words, so... enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: have i mentioned i love theater

 

inej fan club founder: a few times

 

coolest privateer: great well i love theater

 

knife wife: good to know

 

merchling: Why is it relevant now, Nikolai?

 

coolest privateer: i’m so glad you asked!

coolest privateer: it’s relevant because we have a new cast member!

coolest privateer: Attachment: 1 Image

 

merchling: Poor Milo

 

bangbangbi: NO HE LOVES IT

 

coolest privateer: he does! he’s newly cast as a goat in the story

 

knife wife: how did you get a goat into the story of Sturmhond

 

coolest privateer: you’ll see

 

nightmare fuel changed their name to Boss

 

Boss: That image is the new nightmare fuel.

 

bangbangbi: rude

 

Boss: Accurate.

 

coolest privateer: he’s adorable you have to admit

 

Boss: No.

 

coolest privateer: 🙄

 

Boss: Do not roll your eyes at me.

 

coolest privateer: ok father

 

bangbangbi: AY ENOUGH WITH THE PARENTAL ISSUES IN THE CHAT

bangbangbi: TW NEXT TIME

 

coolest privateer: ok sorry 🥲

 

merchling: Don’t worry Nikolai there’s enough for all of us

 

coolest privateer: 💀




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: heyy

 

flute blower: Hi

 

flute: inej’s flowers are blooming

 

flute blower: Can I see a picture?

 

flute: Attachment: 1 Image

 

flute blower: Thank you 🙂

 

flute: yw

flute: they’re the same color as the shirt you were wearing yesterday

flute: and the shoes i was wearing yesterday

 

flute blower: You were wearing a lot of colors

 

flute: true

 

flute blower: Green, blue, a bit of purple, red, and yellow

 

flute: what’s your favorite color?

 

flute blower: Send a selfie

 

flute: …why?

 

flute blower: You’ll see




[bicons]

 

king: hypothetically do you wear shirts for selfies

 

queen: depends

 

king: like should i take it as is bc i’m in my natural state or do i go out of my way to put a shirt on

 

queen: what else are you wearing and who is said selfie going to

queen: if it’s kaz or inej put a shirt on for blackmail reasons

queen: as in, preventing blackmail

 

king: hang on

king: Attachment: 2 Images

king: well see now i’ve gone through all the trouble of putting one on

 

queen: who is it going to

queen: also, thanks for the blackmail

 

king: yw

king: and

king: none of your business

 

queen: it is my business you look hot in both pics, with or without a shirt, so shut up and make a decision

 

king: fine

king: it’s wylan

 

queen: he asked for a shirtless pic??????????

 

king: no he just said to send a selfie

 

queen: right

queen: shirtless fs

 

king: i’m trusting you on this one




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: Attachment: 1 Image




[bicons]

 

queen: you can’t legally sue me

 

king: watch me




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: The color your lips are right at the inner corner of your mouth

flute blower: that shade of pink

 

flute: that’s only one

flute: i said top three

 

flute blower: Hush I’m thinking

 

flute: make me

 

flute blower: I could




[bicons]

 

king: omg stop me take my phone away

 

queen: spill the tea, jes

 

king: he said hush and i said make me and he said he could

 

queen: accurate

 

king: you’re supposed to be on my side?




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: Also, the color in your skin when the light hits it just right

flute blower: and sunshine through your hair

 

flute: lame

flute: that’s two shades of brown

 

flute blower: so sue me




[bicons]

 

queen: on your side is helping you get laid




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: unfortunately my lawyer (kaz) also hates colors

 

flute blower: 😁

flute blower: He and I get along great!

 

flute: great

flute: your turn

 

flute blower: For?

 

flute: sending a selfie




[rich kids]

 

wy: Nikolai

 

lai: Wylan

 

wy: Hypothetically what if someone sent me a selfie and asked for one back but he was shirtless and I don’t know if I should be shirtless or not too

 

lai: do you want to send a selfie back?

 

wy: Yes

 

lai: do you want to be shirtless in it?

 

wy: I don’t know

wy: I don’t think I mind but I don’t want him to expect it from me

 

lai: who’s “him”?

 

wy: Someone

 

lai: if it’s who i think it is

lai: then he wouldn’t mind either way

lai: i personally would be incredibly amused by his reaction to a shirtless pic, i’m sure

lai: it would be a good one.

lai: but also you’re allowed to stay in your comfort zone

 

wy: Well if he does what I did when he sent me the pic

wy: Okay thanks bye

 

lai: what did you do??

lai: NO WAIT WHAT DID YOU DO

 

wy: Nothing




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: Attachment: 1 Image

[Read]




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: ashckeiibcjerkskka

 

elphaba: saints

 

galinda: akchjekdhcukend




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: very nice

flute: thank you




[rich kids]

 

wy: Mission failed

wy: Abort

 

lai: why?

 

wy: He didn’t say I’m a nice color

 

lai: ????????




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: can confirm

flute: i have a new favorite color




[rich kids]

 

wy: Nevermind mission is back on

 

lai: ??




[my chemical romance]



flute blower: What is it?

 

flute: colors*

flute: favorite colors*

flute: you

flute: they’re you

 

flute blower: You is not a color

 

flute: it can be 😌




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: fuck me nikolai i’m dying for a singular shirtless pic




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: but you’re right you are several colors and i like them all

 

flute blower: thank you




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: gay

 

galinda: very.

 

elphaba: don’t worry he panicked too

 

galinda: WHAT DID HE SAY

galinda: HE TEXTED YOU?

 

elphaba: No

 

galinda: WHAT DOD YOU TELL HIM

 

elphaba: nothing

elphaba: i told him to fuck you

elhpaba: you need to get laid

 

galinda: doing the saints’ work truky

galinda: not fixing that

 

elphaba: when do you ever fix your grammar

 

galinda: actually its spelling not grammat thats the problem

galinda: and i dont fix either

galinda: so

 

elphaba: well at first i thought you were calling me a turkey so




[Crow Club]

 

bangbangbi: @everyone i need a place to stay for a few

bangbangbi: for a while

bangbangbi: Attachment: 1 Image

 

Boss: What did you do to my kitchen.

 

bangbangbi: its not my fault i got distracted and forgot to put a mug

bangbangbi: under the coffeemaker spout

 

inej fan club founder: 💀💀💀

 

coolest privateer: 💀💀💀

 

bangbangbi: both of you shut up i didnt ask your thoughts

 

knife wife: they’re two of the three people in this chat who don’t live here, Jes

 

inej fan club founder: you said @everyone????

 

bangbangbi: sorry right nikolai

bangbangbi: any chance theres space for a maytress on the flor

 

coolest privateer: matthias will say no, unfortunately

 

Boss: You’re lucky I am not at the Slat right now, Jesper.

 

inej fan club founder: well you aren’t staying with me

inej fan club founder: my kitchen is messy enough as it is

 

bangbangbi: as if i wanted to

bangbangbi: the grisha house scares me 😬

bangbangbi: it’s like a massive frat house

 

inej fan club founder: rude

inej fan club founder: but accurate

 

merchling: If no one else will take you in I will

 

bangbangbi: thank you very much




[rich kids]

 

wy: What do I do

wy: He’s coming over

 

lai: prepare your place like a hurricane is about to hit it

 

wy: Should I put a shirt on?

wy: probably

 

lai: if you want

 

wy: Is he wearing a shirt? Can you ask him?

 

lai: 🫡




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: jesper

 

galinda: sup

 

elphaba: are you intending to wear a shirt when you go to wylan’s?

 

galinda: uhhhhhh

galinda: should i?

 

elphaba: 🤷♂️

 

galinda: i’m currently wearing one




[rich kids]

 

lai: he’s wearing one right now

 

wy: So I should too

 

lai: should i encourage him to remove it, or is that your job?

lai: i’m sorry that was terrible

lai: 💀

 

wy: No I should remove it

wy: Thanks

 

lai: no problem!!




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: then keep it on lmao

 

galinda: ok




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: i don’t have a ride :(




[Crow Club]

 

inej fan club founder: who needs a ride anywhere.

inej fan club founder: stealing zoya’s car and getting the hell out of here

 

coolest privateer: come to my house

coolest privateer: matthias wants you

 

inej fan club founder: everyone does

inej fan club founder: the darkling’s pissed at everyone right now i’m gonna see if zoya wants to go too

 

inej fan club founder: she says she’s driving

inej fan club founder: which means, we’ll be there in five

 

Boss: She is breaking the law.

 

inej fan club founder: says you??

inej fan club founder: for the record jesper i’m not driving you anywhere

inej fan club founder: insulting my roommates like that

 

bangbangbi: when did i insult them??

 

inej fan club founder: we’re not a frat 💀

 

bangbangbi: oh 💀 a sorority then

 

inej fan club founder: THAT ISN’T COED

inej fan club founder: the grisha house is coed 🙄🙄

 

Boss: So, a cult.

 

knife wife: 💀

 

Boss changed inej fan club founder’s name to Cultist

 

Cultist: rude




[rich kids]

 

lai: you should drive jesper

 

wy: I should

 

lai: unless you don’t want to

lai: i can go get him if you don’t

 

wy: No I want to

wy: Also shoot he texted me and I ignored it by accident




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: I could drive you

 

flute: yay!




[Crow Club]

 

knife wife: someone tell Jesper to quit making so much noise

 

Boss: Jesper, stop making noise.

 

bangbangbi: don’t gag this masterpiece

 

knife wife: right

 

Cultist: that’s wylan’s job

Cultist unsent a message

 

bangbangbi: coward

 

Boss: Wylan, she’s correct. Please work effectively. Do not tell me about what he does in response. I do not want to hear it.

 

merchling: Umm

merchling: Okay

 

bangbangbi: 💀




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: I’m on the way

 

flute: make sure you beat kaz here

 

flute blower: I’ll go one mile per hour above the speed limit ❤️




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

galinda: HE LOVES ME

 

elphaba: gay




[rich kids]

 

wy: Is a red heart too much when promising to break the law?

 

lai: it is not, evidently

 

wy: What do you mean?

 

lai: nothing

lai: it’s not too much

 

wy: Good

wy: Did he text you?

 

lai: maybe




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: I’m here

 

flute: working on bringing stuff out

flute: how big is your trunk

 

flute blower: Average?

 

flute: damn

flute: might take two trips

flute: things will go in the backseat

 

flute blower: You can also put stuff in the backseat




[rich kids]

 

wy: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

wy: Help

 

lai: you flirt




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: you dumbass

 

galinda: thank you

galinda: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

galinda: also help

 

elphaba: go put your damn things in the car and ask inej for help if you need it i’m not there and i need help of my own

 

galinda: you good?

 

elphaba: i’m in a house with three different people and they’re all furious 😐

elphaba: not with me

 

galinda: oof

 

elphaba: luda died early this morning, the healers at the grisha house don’t know exactly why, the darkling’s furious over it, so therefore taking it out on everyone around him

 

galinda: oh

 

elphaba: which means that zoya and nina are both mad about the fact that luda got killed and also that he’s taking it out on everyone, and matthias is upset and silent because he tried and failed to save her

elphaba: so basically i’m currently making a giant vat of hot chocolate

elphaba: go enjoy your date i’ll handle my house’s crises you handle yours

elphaba: no mourners 💀

 

galinda: no funerals




[favorites of the grump]

 

roses: i’ll be down in a minute to help carry things

 

guns: thank you!!

 

roses: np




[Jazz Hands]

 

jes: kaz

jes: kaz kaz kaz

 

Kazzle Dazzle: What do you want?

 

jes: his hand

jes: is on the hump

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Wylan’s?

 

jes: yes.

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Okay.

 

jes: SHOULD I HOLD IT OR

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I don’t care.

 

jes: YOU ARE NOT HELPING

 

Kazzle Dazzle: What am I supposed to say? Yes, hold his hand.

 

jes: thank you

jes: what if he doesnt want me to

jes: what if its distracting

jes: hes driving, kaz

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Then don’t hold his hand.




[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: inej

 

roses: Jesper

 

guns: should i hold wylan’s hand

guns: its on the hump

 

roses: that’s dangerous. he needs two hands to drive

 

guns: he is driving with one hand and has been the entire time i have been in this car.

guns: i feel like its an invitation

 

roses: how about you ask him

 

guns: good idea

guns: im doing it

 

guns: inej i’m holding his hand and he’s blushing and it’s beautiful

 

roses: good :)




[Nikolai, Kaz]

 

Nikolai: wyd

 

Kaz: Your mother.

 

Nikolai: i wouldn’t be surprirsed she’s around a lot

Nikolai: i want outta here 😀

Nikolai: i’m overwhelmed

 

Kaz: Get out of there, then.

 

Nikolai: i don’t like being by myself

Nikolai: jesper’s busy for obvious reasons

Nikolai: also he made a wreck of your kitchen

 

Kaz: True.

Kaz: Meet me at the Crow Club.

 

Nikolai: great

Nikolai: thoughts on hot chocolate?

 

Kaz: I enjoy it.

 

Nikolai: great

 

Nikolai changed the chat name to escape artists

 

Nikolai: because we’re both escaping 😁

 

Kaz: Speak for yourself, Lantsov.




[Slat]

 

Dirtyhands: Clean the kitchen.





[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: I am out with Nikolai Lantsov.

Kaz: You do not need to wait up for me.

 

Inej: okay




[down in flames 😜]

 

fox #2: i’m out with kaz

fox #2: if i haven’t texted by midnight, assume i’ve been mugged and left for dead lmao

 

fox #1: i’m inviting Inej Ghafa into your house and home this evening

fox #1: i am neither leaving Nina alone with this hunk of fur you call a roommate, nor am i subjecting myself to their ridiculously pathetic flirting alone.

 

fox #2: it’s a deal

fox #2: i’ll bring you back a fancy bottle of kvas

 

fox #1: you love me, Nikolai Lantsov.

 

fox #2: and still don’t know why 😁

 

fox #1: bitch

 

fox #2: sobachka*

 

fox #1: 🙄

Notes:

for the record, i decided that zoyalai are 1989 stans, so it's all a 1989 ref. "down in flames" is a reference to Blank Space, "fox #1" and "fox #2" are references to I Know Places, and... yeah.
also, we got the beginnings of kazolai!! and continuation of wesper!! and... yeah.
quick reminder, next chapter will be a Big time skip, a couple weeks into the future (not 100% sure how many yet, but definitely a skip), and jesper's going to live with wylan for a while. does he actually need to? nah, kaz isn't that bad. but it'll be fun

Chapter 11: xi

Notes:

Time Skip Time!!!!!!!!
apparently, in real life and in the fic...
a month. and. a. half.
oof

Chapter Text


[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: is kaz realizing he can’t make rent without me yet

 

roses: you weren’t contributing to rent in the first place?

 

guns: right

guns: lmao




[Crow Club]

 

knife wife: @merchling you’re charging Jesper rent right

 

merchling: …

 

bangbangbi: don’t lie to her Wy she knows everything

 

Cultist: can confirm

 

merchling: No

merchling: I’m not

 

knife wife: tbf idk where he’d get money for rent anyway

knife wife: carry on

 

Cultist: how are rehearsals going?

 

bangbangbi: pretty well

 

Cultist: i should hope so

Cultist: matthias is complaining about you stealing trassel’s crate

 

bangbangbi: still cannot prove that was me, zenik

 

Cultist: yeah sure

 

Cultist added Matthias Helvar to the chat

 

Boss removed Matthias Helvar from the chat

 

Boss: No.

 

Cultist added Matthias Helvar to the chat

 

Boss left the chat

 

coolest privateer added Boss to the chat

coolest privateer removed Matthias Helvar from the chat

 

coolest privateer: petition to add matthias has been made and denied, nina

coolest privateer: believe me

 

Cultist: damn

Cultist: this is heterophobic

 

Boss: The fact that you cannot keep it in your numerous skirts is not my fault, Zenik.

 

Cultist: EXCUSE YOU

 

Boss: Unnecessary.

 

bangbangbi: not the slutshaming

bangbangbi: careful kazzie she’ll like it

 

Boss left the chat

 

bangbangbi added Boss to the chat

 

bangbangbi: ok i’ll quit it

bangbangbi: nina how are preparations for your Big Road Trip going? 😒

 

Cultist: bruh

Cultist: we’re literally going to try to be back for opening night

Cultist: we just won’t be there all of tech week

 

bangbangbi: AND WHERE AM I GOING TO GET MY REFRESHING NINA ZENIK HUGS

 

merchling: I know somewhere you could get decent hugs

 

bangbangbi: STOP BEING CUTE WYLAN I’M BEING PETTY RN

 

Cultist: mood 💀

 

coolest privateer: what am i, a brick wall?

 

bangbangbi: no you’re my costar that’s different

bangbangbi: we’ll be sobbing on each others’ shoulders the whole time

 

coolest privateer: damn right




[bicons]

 

queen: you aren’t actually that upset about the trip right

 

king: no it’s for the lolz

king: if i were i’d be saying a lot more about it

 

queen: ok slay




[carpool]

 

Nina: so i might’ve gone a little overboard

 

Matthias:

?

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: :)

Nina: Attachments: 21 Images

Nina: two rechargeable power bricks, two portable speakers (in case the aux cords break), a spare aux cord, sunglasses, and these snacks

 

Matthias:

That is a lot.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: …

Nina: there’s also this portable wifi router

Nina: Attachment: 1 Link

 

Matthias:

No.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: ok fine

 

Matthias:

My car has a first aid kit, by the way.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: good

Nina: i might cut myself on your sharp jawline 🥵

 

Matthias:

What?

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: it’s a joke nvm

 

Matthias:

Oh.

Matthias Helvar

 

Nina: could you drop the “Helvar”? i know who’s texting me lol

 

Matthias:

By that logic, I would drop the entire sign-off.

Matthias

 

Nina: …

Nina: i mean while we’re making leaps may as well make bounds—

 

Matthias: Okay.

 

Nina: WAIT FR

 

Matthias: Yes.

 

Nina: NO WAY

 

Matthias: Yes.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: found it

 

Kaz: Found what?

 

Inej: the ring

Inej: the Lantsov emerald

 

Kaz: Oh.

Kaz: Where?

 

Inej: the museum

Inej: they’re keeping it in some exhibit about influential families or something

Inej: it was forged information that said the Lantsovs sold it to the curator, and I’ve gotten copies and had other contacts of ours look at them and it’s close enough that, legally, it would be considered legitimate, even if the Lantsovs themselves tried to deny ever having made such arrangements

 

Kaz: Well, that must be terrible for the Lantsovs, then.




[Crow Club]

 

knife wife: @coolest privateer i found your ring

 

coolest privateer: you did??

 

knife wife: yeah whoever stole it fenced it incredibly well and forged information to sell it in the name of the Lantsovs

 

coolest privateer: damn

 

bangbangbi: heist

 

Cultist: heist

 

bangbangbi: heist

 

Cultist: heist

 

bangbangbi: heist

 

Cultist: heist

 

bangbangbi: heist

 

Cultist: heist

 

knife wife: Kaz?

 

coolest privateer: should i be afraid

 

Boss: If you were going to be afraid, Lantsov, the time to do so and back out of association with my Crows would have been when you first joined the group chat.

Boss: Yes, heist.

 

Cultist: YAYYYYY

 

bangbangbi: YAYYYYYYY

 

knife wife: :)




[Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nikolai Lantsov]

 

Kaz: You’re going to the museum this evening, Lantsov. Inej, you’ll tail him. Find out about how they’re keeping your precious emerald safe. What security measures they have in place, guard rotations, the works.

 

Nikolai: first of all, why the museum? second of all, won’t i then be #1 suspect in the theft

 

Kaz: Because that is where your emerald is. And not if you have a solid alibi.

 

Inej: lying. i like it

 

Kaz: He won’t be lying. The time of the heist, Lantsov will be hosting a party. Which is also why Helvar will not be on the job.

 

Nikolai: he wouldn’t be on the job if you paid him his weight in gold, Kaz 😭

 

Kaz: Good to know.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: Attachment: 1 File

Inej: a pdf of the details of the security system

Inej: created word for word as the curator told Nikolai about it

 

Kaz: Good.




[Crow Club]

 

Boss: Wylan, I assume you have headphones with you.

 

merchling: Always

merchling: But also I’m at home so I don’t need them

 

Boss: Just checking.

Boss: Wylan, Jesper, you’ll be taking care of the digital security. Cameras, failsafes, and the lock that engages when the case the ring is in is touched.

 

bangbangbi: lovely

 

Boss: Inej will get you into the security center. Nina will deal with any guards.

Boss: Lantsov, you’ll be the diversion. You’re hosting a party. Get word out. Celebrate your casting as Sturmhond. Whatever.

 

coolest privateer: first of all i was cast a while ago

 

Boss: So celebrate the show week kickoff.

 

bangbangbi: that’s not for another two weeksssssss

 

Boss: Which is the time it will take to plan and execute a heist of this magnitude.

Boss: We’re not stealing candy from a baby, Jesper.

 

bangbangbi: no that would be harder

 

merchling: Depends on the baby and what methods you employ to distract it

 

bangbangbi: damn




[bicons]

 

queen: so have you made it official or are you just sharing a space and sleeping together on the regular (but casually)?

queen: because i’m unclear on that front

 

king: …

king: not that it’s any of your business

king: but i said, mid-show relationships don’t last

 

queen: saints

 

king: IM RIGHT

 

queen: YEAH SURE




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: lets say hypothetically you end up in a confined space with someone you definitely like as more than friends and are in fact screwing on the regular but you haven’t really defined what you are

 

elphaba: this is about wylan, i assume?

 

galinda: 😨

galinda: how’d you know

 

elphaba: i must be psychic

 

galinda: you and everyone else

galinda: i talked to tolya

 

elphaba: did he recite poetry at you?

elphaba: did he reference edgar allen poe, or just the Classics?

elphaba: maybe some irrelevant war sagas?

 

galinda: rude

galinda: he’s actually very good at advice

galinda: also wylan’s audio speech thing is bc he’s dyslexic

 

elphaba: you can’t spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious correctly when you’re auditioning with mary’s part from the song of that name and yet typing “dyslexic” you have no problem with

 

galinda: accurate

 

elphaba: …no wonder you got the role of one of the background rooftop dancers

 

galinda: again, rude.

 

elphaba: :)




[Crow Club]

 

Boss: How good of an actor is your goat, Jesper?

 

bangbangbi: I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

bangbangbi: Attachment: 1 Movie

bangbangbi: we’ve been training him for the show

 

Boss: Good to know.

 

bangbangbi: oh no

 

knife wife: don’t tell me you’re involving Milo, Kaz




[Jazz Hands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: The day of the heist, I am sending Roeder in with the goat as a potential new exhibit. Scope out the attendance for the day and watch the guards on their rounds.

 

jes: saints you’re pulling out all the stops aren’t you

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I am not.




[escape artists]

 

Royal Pain: you know you don’t have to do all of that for me

[Read.]

Chapter 12: xii

Notes:

And now, for a skip backward in time to seven weeks prior to chapter eleven... with a bit of zoyanej. can't sleep rn, as it's storming badly where i live, so i'm editing and posting! who knows, you may get the entirety of what i've written tonight instead of the veeeeery slow updates i have going??

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


Seven Weeks Earlier…

 

[Zoya Nazyalensky, Inej Ghafa]

 

Inej: i heard something from Jesper about some of the people from the Grisha House coming to help fix up the theater from the fire, would you happen to know anything about it?

 

Zoya: I know a little bit. the Darkling is putting together a team

Zoya: he’s got tidemakers, squallers, inferni, alkemi, and durasts on it

Zoya: Ivo, Fruzsi, Nadia, me, Pavel, Polina, David, and Vladim

Zoya: and there are rumors of a heartrender guard accompanying us, but I’m not sure

Zoya: why?

 

Inej: i was curious

Inej: do you think Nina would be on that guard?

 

Zoya: I don’t think so. we have a lot of more experienced grisha than Nina Zenik.

Zoya: I’m not supposed to share word of it, but the Darkling speaks of a conference in several weeks

Zoya: I suspect that with her language talents, Nina will go to that

 

Inej: good to know

Inej: would there be any chance the Darkling could send a different squaller?

Inej: if not that’s okay

 

Zoya: why?

 

Inej: Kaz said I have the evening off. i finished the surveillance work he needed done

Inej: and my project for the english course i’m in isn’t due for two and a half weeks

 

Zoya: understood

Zoya: I’ll see

 

Inej: thank you :)

 

Zoya: you’re welcome.




Six weeks earlier…

 

[Zoya, Inej]

 

Inej: i’m amused

Inej: Attachment: 3 Screenshots

Inej: Jesper’s trying (and failing) to get Kaz to let Nikolai in the chat

 

Zoya: I didn’t realize Nikolai Lantsov had a single enemy

 

Inej: besides his exes?

 

Zoya: as he would say, his exes are more like “former confidantes”

 

Inej: ah

 

Zoya: I take it he has not found a large fan base in your friends?

 

Inej: Jesper? yes. Wylan? yes. Nina? yes. Kaz? not so much for some reason

Inej: update–Nikolai told Kaz he’s rich

Inej: he’s now allowed to stay in the chat 💀

 

Zoya: SO THAT’S WHAT IT TAKES

Zoya: how lucky i am to be but a poor etherealki

 

Inej: locked away within the gated community that is the Grisha House

 

Zoya: with no way except for my numerous modes of transportation and/or calling an uber to leave

 

Inej: how many do you have?

 

Zoya: a little mclaren speedtail (gift from Nikolai) (he does not know how to relationship.), my motorcycle (preferred), the scooter my aunt bought me when i first moved here, and I am close enough to the Darkling that if I had good reason to do so he would hand me the keys to his car.

Zoya: so, a lot

 

Inej: and then there’s my little jeep that’s in the shop for three more days and Kaz’s car that he never lets me drive 

Inej: (rarely lets me drive*)

 

Zoya: ah

 

Inej: and Nikolai would lend me his if i asked but he’s got stupidly good insurance and doesn’t care who drives his anyway so

Inej: oh Jesper gets a death scene in their show lol

 

Zoya: remind me not to attend

 

Inej: and by that you mean make sure you know exactly when it is so you can snag a balcony seat and be out the door before any of them have a clue you were there?

 

Zoya: …

Zoya: mind your concerns, Inej Ghafa.

 

Inej: lol

Inej: speaking of concerns, why is Nikolai roommates with Matthias Helvar?

 

Zoya: that is a story for a time other than today

Zoya: …or rather, not my story

 

Inej: point taken

Inej: thank you for not telling mine to everyone who asks

 

Zoya: common decency.

Zoya: Alina Starkov should learn some

Zoya: i sparred with her and the Darkling chewed me out for beating her

Zoya: all because i tumbled that tracker once

Zoya: some people really need to get a life for saints’ sake

 

Inej: okay




[Zoya, Inej]

 

Inej: i’m going to nikolai lantsov’s to watch the sturmhond movie again 💀

 

Zoya: good luck.

 

Inej: might need it

Inej: additionally, landlord’ll be here tomorrow morning

Inej: Nina’s said she’ll help me clean my room 😭

Inej: i swear she’s an absolute gem

 

Zoya: Enjoy your housekeeping

 

Inej: YOU HAVE BEEN HOLDING OUT HE IS LOVELY

Inej: HE HAS INVITED US OVER AND IS GIVING US EACH A BUDGET WITHIN WHICH TO BUY WHATEVER WE WISH FOR MOVIE NIGHT

 

Zoya: get a new one of the heatable stuffed animals. in case something happens. Then you don’t need to stress about remembering to bring it home

Zoya: Nikolai would keep care of it for you

 

Inej: you are brilliant

Inej: oh Jesper and Nina and Kaz and i are going to the store together

Inej: i’ll text you later :)




[Zoya, Inej]

 

Inej: Jesper has a goat.

 

Zoya: what.

 

Inej: Attachment: 1 Image

Inej: meet Milo

 

Inej: Nikolai’s bribing Kaz to stay and not kill Milo

Inej: I smell greed’s lever turning

Inej: movie night is back on!!!

 

Zoya: good




[Zoya, Inej]

 

{Incoming call: Inej}

{declined}

 

Zoya: working right now, call you back later

 

Inej: ok

 

Zoya: are you alright?

 

Inej: not really

Inej: she texted me

 

Zoya: I’ll fight her. Give me an address and I will right now.

 

Inej: thought you were working?

 

Zoya: and?

 

Inej: :)

 

Zoya: >:(



Inej: i talked to Matthias Helvar

Inej: and petted his dog

Inej: Trassel is a sweetheart

 

Zoya: he is.

 

Inej: Matthias told me a bit about why he’s living with Nikolai

 

Zoya: did he?

 

Inej: yes

Inej: thank you

Inej: for doing that

 

Zoya: I’m not sure I know what you mean.

Zoya: it was coincidence. pure and simple.

 

Inej: okay

 

Zoya: I’m driving Nina over in the morning with waffles. she seems to have discounts everywhere

 

Inej: it’s the flirting she does

Inej: it has an effect on everyone she interacts with

 

Zoya: except me?

 

Inej: apparently

 

Zoya: get some sleep, if you can.

 

Inej: is that an order, General Nazyalensky?

 

Zoya: I like the sound of that

Zoya: yes, it’s an order

 

Inej: goodnight :)

 

Zoya: Sleep well.




Five weeks earlier…

 

[Zoya, Inej]

 

Inej: Jesper and Nikolai have been obsessed with changing chat names and nicknames within them to match the people in the chat, would you mind if i did that here?

 

Zoya: do whatever you want

 

Inej: great

 

Inej changed the chat name to girl power

 

Inej changed Zoya’s name to General Nazyalensky

 

General Nazyalensky changed Inej’s name to Wraith

 

Wraith: surely you can do better than that?

 

General Nazyalensky changed their name to General

 

General: the general and the wraith

General: how’s that?

 

Wraith: that’ll do

 

General: Nina’s talking about you lot going for lunch

 

Wraith: yes, i asked Kaz if it was in the budget

Wraith: i suspect he’s blackmailed Nikolai into paying for it

 

General: Nikolai has more money than he knows what to do with anyway. enjoy

 

Wraith: i will :)




[girl power]

 

General: update on Luda, she’s not doing well. there’s been a rotating shift of squallers and corporalki just to keep her breathing and her heart beating

 

Wraith: that’s not good :(

Wraith: update on my life, Kaz has me looking into the yogurt shop my friend Wylan works at (i think you might have met him)

 

General: once or twice

 

Wraith: also, Jesper got his goat involved with the show.

Wraith: don’t ask me how a goat fits into the cast

 

General: depends on which limb

 

Wraith: …

Wraith: Zoya Nazyalensky.

Wraith: was that a joke?

 

General: I’ll need to do my detox now. make certain all of the humor has left my body

 

Wraith: 💀

 

General: 💀

 

Wraith: my flowers are blooming!




[Zoya, Alina, David]

 

Zoya: Thank you.

 

David: All I did was create the solar dishes to store the light.

 

Alina: IT IS A THANK-YOU FROM ZOYA NAZYALENSKY DAVID JUST TAKE IT




[girl power]

 

General: are they?

 

Wraith: yes

Wraith: Attachment: 1 Image

Wraith: they look better in person

 

General: good to know

 

Wraith: that’s an invitation, by the way. to come over. without bringing either Nina or waffles

 

General: let me check with the Darkling.

 

Wraith: ok

 

General: I’m leaving. so is Nina. Luda’s gone. Darkling is mad at everyone.

General: Nikolai’s house is closer. I don’t want to drive much right now. I will likely just take the bike, rather than mess with the car.

General: besides, “matthias wants to see her”

General: which doesn’t spell secret love affair in any language

 

Wraith: enjoy



General: I’m here. Nikolai and Kaz are going to be elsewhere.

 

Wraith: ah

 

General: you could come here

 

Wraith: okay

Wraith: let me get my keys

Notes:

And now we'll be back at present time. i'm not sure why it stopped at five weeks... tbh i wrote this a w h i l e back, just haven't had time for editing and posting, just writing sometimes.
change of jobs means i might find more time soon! in the meantime, enjoy :)

Chapter 13: xiii

Notes:

For the record, if anyone's coming back anew after nearly a month (last update having been in May...), the last update would've been chapter eleven. if you're here for the first time in a while, you're a chapter too far! start with chapter twelve :)

wow, chapter thirteen didn't take long to edit. i think i did quite a bit of the editing already. additionally, i remember sunrise_BookNerd helping a LOT with this chap, so shoutout!!

Chapter Text


[girl power]

 

Wraith: hi

 

General: hello

 

Wraith: Attachment: 1 Image

Wraith: Kaz takes better pictures of the flowers than i do

 

General: yours are great

 

Wraith: …but?

 

General: but his are better

 

Wraith: that’s exactly what i said 💀

 

General: you say accurate things

 

Wraith: not always

Wraith: what are you up to?

 

General: packing

 

Wraith: oh

Wraith: for?

 

General: some mission the Darkling is sending me on

General: i have to retrieve something from Os Kervo

 

Wraith: by yourself?

 

General: yes

 

Wraith: sounds lonely

 

General: i’ll be alright

General: do you have much going on this week?

 

Wraith: tracking a stolen and fenced thing for Kaz, keeping Jesper and Nikolai from killing one another and not their characters in the show, and making certain Wylan gets plenty to eat

Wraith: so, less than usual

 

General: if you’d like to, you may accompany me

 

Wraith: i’ll check with Kaz

Wraith: someone needs to water my flowers and take lovely pictures of them :)

 

General: i’m sure even if he says no, you can find someone else who will

General: it’s difficult to say no to you




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: can i go on a trip to Os Kervo with Zoya?

 

Kaz: I don’t care.

 

Inej: would you mind looking after the flowers while i’m gone?

 

Kaz: I suppose. How often do they need watering?

 

Inej: depends on the flower. I’ll send instructions before i leave

Inej: the ones on the sill are all three times a day

 

Kaz: I can’t on Thursday. I’ll be on a job.

 

Inej: okay

Inej: what sort of job?

 

Kaz: I won’t reveal too many details over text. But it involves Lantsov.




[favorites of the grump]

 

roses: can you water my flowers on thursday when i’m out of town with Zoya

 

guns: anything for you darling

guns: how much water? don’t want to drown them

 

roses: farmer boy

roses: i’ll ask Kaz to make sure you remember ❤️

 

guns: oh thanks i’d def forget

 

roses: a friend of mine painted my little water pails for me, they’re different sizes but each one holds the amount that the flowers need

roses: want to guess which friend?

 

guns: Wylan?

 

roses: yes

 

guns: i remember him asking me what flowers you had for that

 

roses: i knew someone in the house was in on it.

 

guns: guilty as charged

guns: and my sentence is doing your chores while you’re gone

 

roses: all of them? if you insist

 

guns: uhh

 

roses: water the flowers, make sure Wylan eats, make sure Kaz gets a halfway decent amount of sleep, keep your nose out of the gambling parlors, don’t stab Nikolai and don’t let him stab you, don’t get bitten by Trassel or Matthias, and make sure Milo enjoys rehearsals 🫶

 

guns: i already do all but one of those

guns: guess which one

 

roses: i knew Kaz was looking rested, Wylan was looking fed, and my flowers were a little flooded

roses: which casino?

 

guns: HEY

guns: rude

 

roses: …but?

 

guns: accurate

guns: although i wouldn’t mind being stabbed by nikolai

 

roses: i don’t need to hear about your fantasies, Jesper Llewellyn Fahey




[girl power]

 

Wraith: when do we leave? flower caretaking has been arranged

 

General: tomorrow morning

 

Wraith: 🫡

Wraith: whose car?

Wraith: or the bike 👀

 

General: he’s given me his car

 

Wraith: scandalous

Wraith: what’s next, a specially designed kefta?

 

General: i wish

 

Wraith: if only a raise.

 

General: i find it amusing how similar and yet different our bosses are. Kaz would give you a special outfit if you asked

 

Wraith: but instead he gave me knives 🔪 

 

General: indeed

 

Wraith: my first knife he actually stole from Jesper’s da

Wraith: for the record

 

General: a kitchen knife?

 

Wraith: better–his good pocket knife

 

General: wow

 

Wraith: Colm still doesn’t know where it is

Wraith: but as soon as i could afford it i got him a new one

 

General: good

 

Wraith: how many knives should i bring




[favorites of the grump]

 

roses: i just asked Zoya how many knives i should bring

 

guns: if she doesn’t say “all of them” drop her immediately she doesn’t deserve your friendship

 

roses: 💀




[girl power]

 

General: all of them.

 

Wraith: yes, ma’am.




[down in flames 😜]

 

Fox #1: help

 

Fox #2: ?

 

Fox #1: remember how you got off on my authority?

 

Fox #2: Zoya Nazyalensky.

Fox #2: vividly. and dream of it often.

 

Fox #1: Inej just called me ma’am

 

Fox #2: SAY LESS

Fox #2: marry her

Fox #2: tomorrow

Fox #2: before you leave for Os Kervo

 

Fox #1: no

Fox #1: she’s coming with me

 

Fox #2: IT COULD BE THE HONEYMOON

Fox #2: i’ve always had a fondness for os kervo

 

Fox #1: on a mission for the Darkling?

 

Fox #2: …

Fox #2: you do have a point.

 

Fox #1: actually i shouldn’t judge considering every time you’re let in on a heist for Kaz you freak the fuck out

 

Fox #2: fuck you, Nazyalensky

 

Fox #1: no

 

Fox #2: okay go have your fluffy little gay girl romance enjoy

Fox #2: road tripping.

Fox #2: meanwhile i’ll

Fox #2: request updates on the ring i lost, i guess

Fox #2: imagine having an exciting love life

 

Fox #1: imagine




[trio]

 

knives: i’m. going. on. a. trip. with. zoya.

 

action: gay

action: have fun

action: i should take Wylan on a trip

action: where would he want to go?

action: wait we aren’t even together nvm

action: wait you two aren’t together either

 

knives: you could ✨ ask him ✨

 

action: why would i do that when you know everything

 

knives: …

knives: Kaz defend me

 

camera: All of us lack romantic relationships. Most of us lack sexual relationships. Love will kill you.

 

knives: love hasn’t killed me yet 💪💪

 

camera: Keyword being yet.

 

knives: shhhh




[girl power]

 

General: i’m at the store. do you want any snacks?




[este + taylor]

 

taylor: any recommendations for road trip snacks?

 

este: candy

este: popcorn

este: flavored condoms

 

taylor: 🤢🤢

taylor: candy sounds great. popcorn too

 

este: TBF IT DOESN’T TASTE GREAT WITHOUT A CONDOM

 

taylor: PREACHING TO THE CHOIR, ZENIK




[girl power]

 

Wraith: sure :) popcorn and candy?

 

General: okay







[Crow Club]

 

Cultist: WHY AM I JUST NOW LEARNING YOU’RE TRAVELING WITH ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

Cultist: @knife wife

 

coolest privateer: are you the last to know?

 

Cultist: nikolai before me.

Cultist: i’m beyond offended

 

knife wife: ?




[trio]

 

knives: shoot

 

action: i didn’t tell her

 

camera: Nor did I. I’m assuming Nikolai knows because Zoya told him.

 

knives: i’ll bet he assumed she knew




[Crow Club]

 

knife wife: i didn’t tell him, Nina

 

Cultist: i’d say LIES but you don’t lie

Cultist: i’m still offended

Cultist: but please tell me it’s going well and she hasn’t violated the geneva convention yet

 

knife wife: does she do that often?

 

Cultist: only when nikolai lantsov either gets on her nerves or gets on her nerves iykwim

 

knife wife: blocked

 

coolest privateer: blocked

 

Boss: Blocked.

 

Cultist: inej i’ll beg you not to block me

 

bangbangbi: you can get on my nerves nikolai 😉😘

 

Merchling: Blocked

 

coolest privateer: look what you’ve done now

 

Cultist: who?

 

knife wife: me?

 

coolest privateer: ofc not inej you’re lovely and the best thing that ever happened to Kaz Brekker Himself

 

Cultist: blocked.

Cultist: the best thing to ever happen to kaz brekker was colm taking away the kitchen shears before he could ruin his hair all over again

 

Boss: Not true.

 

coolest privateer: which one isn’t true?

 

Boss: Both.

 

knife wife: the best thing to ever happen to Kaz Brekker was in fact probably movie night at the blond dorks’ house

 

coolest privateer: take it back.

 

knife wife: no 🫶

 

Boss: It wasn’t that, either.

 

coolest privateer: what was the best thing to ever happen to you, then, Kaz Brekker?

 

Boss: Nothing. My entire life has been miserable and that’s exactly how I like it.

 

knife wife: it’s true

 

Cultist: time to brighten it 😈

 

coolest privateer: no

 

Cultist: ??

 

Boss: The only way to brighten it would be if I was the richest man in the world, which I am not. Yet.

 

knife wife: no Nikolai Lantsov has you beat still

 

coolest privateer: he could steal it all

coolest privateer: over the course of several years

 

Boss: Sounds like a fun challenge. What is my prize if I am successful?

 

coolest privateer: did you know that many couples sign prenuptial agreements?

 

Cultist: not the terrible flirting 💀

 

Boss: Marriage would be an easy way to do it. And it provides excellent tax benefits. If you continue to be romantically or sexually unsuccessful I will consider taking you as my husband.

 

coolest privateer: “or” 😭😭




[Theater Kids]

 

elphaba: HELLO?????????

 

galinda: did he just

galinda: congrats?????

 

elphaba: that was a whole ass proposal, Jesper Fahey

 

galinda: i’ve wanted him to ask me that for years 😭

 

elphaba: sucks to suck

elphaba: or not suck, i guess




[este + taylor]

 

taylor: no possible way he just

 

este: 🤯🤯🤯😨😨😨‼️‼️‼️




[Theater Kids]

 

galinda: imagine sucking him

 

elphaba: i do

elphaba: regularly

 

galinda: gay

 

elphaba: bi*

elphaba: but correct





[Crow Club]

 

coolest privateer: inej

coolest privateer: is zoya irritated

coolest privateer: by drivers around her

 

knife wife: …

knife wife: if i say no, what is the likelihood you would realize an earlier statement of Nina’s was false

 

coolest privateer: ???????

coolest privateer: i don’t speak riddles, love

 

Boss: You don’t? You’ve told me you’re good at them. You’ve provided me difficult ones and solved difficult ones I’ve given you. If you continue to lie about your skills you won’t be on jobs anymore.

 

knife wife: the answer is yes she’s very irritated i’m afraid she might strike the next “idiot behind a wheel with one up their ass” with lightning

 

coolest privateer: damn

coolest privateer: uhhhh

coolest privateer: i was joking, inej

 

knife wife: sure…

 

coolest privateer: also here i’ll send you this song she likes it calms her down sometimes

 

knife wife: okay :)

Chapter 14: xiv

Notes:

Content warning for mentions of... exploitation of children. A couple of different times. If this topic would be triggering for you, stop at the ~~~ and skip to end notes. <3

again, last update from May was chapter eleven, so if you're coming back after that, start with chapter twelve!

for any newcomers, hi! i'm Zeldee, and this is my work :)

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[trio]

 

action changed their name to smile

smile: lights, camera, bitch, smile

smile: kaz has both of the middle two covered :)

 

knives: who’s lights? also, that was rude

 

smile: knives rhymes it’s close enough

smile: knives, camera, action

 

camera changed smile’s name to bitch

 

bitch: rude

 

knives changed bitch ’s name to bitch, smile

 

bitch, smile changed their name to smile

 

smile added Nina Zenik to the chat

 

smile changed Nina Zenik ’s name to bitch

 

bitch: i’m honored

 

smile: :)

 

knives: no this is our chat

 

camera removed bitch from the chat




[Crow Club]

 

Cultist changed the chat name to The Tortured Corvid Department

 

bangbangbi: don’t use scientific terms it confuses kaz

 

Boss: Poor Jesper. He forgot how to spell his own name. It’s spelled J-E-S-P-E-R, not K-A-Z.

 

coolest privateer: it is too early in the day for arguments

 

knife wife: it’s never too early in the day for arguments. -Zoya

 

coolest privateer: OI STAY OUT OF MY CHAT NAZYALENSKY

 

knife wife: no. -Zoya

 

Boss: Why do you have Inej’s phone.

 

knife wife: she’s busy -Zoya

 

bangbangbi: doesn’t answer the question of why you have her phone

 

knife wife: if you must know, she has a headache and doesn’t want to try to look at a screen. -Zoya

 

Boss: Thank you.

 

Cultist: kaz?? brekker?? worried??

 

knife wife: how is hanging out with the slab of fur, Zenik?

 

Cultist: HOW

 

knife wife: i have my ways.

 

Cultist: nikolai i’m coming for your children.

 

coolest privateer: i don’t even have any???

 

Cultist: DOESN’T MATTER

Cultist: HANGING OUT WITH THE SLAB OF FUR IS LOVELY AND YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW ANYTHING FURTHER, NAZYALENSKY

Cultist: but if inej wants to know, he picked me up

Cultist: and he has a skylight?? in his car??

 

knife wife: she’s intrigued -Zoya

 

Cultist: gonna go stargazing. it’s decided

 

knife wife: good for you, Nina <3 -Inej (typed by Zoya)

 

Cultist: i never thought i’d see the day. a heart emoticon from zoya. nikolai, write it on the calendar

 

coolest privateer: 🫡

 

knife wife: you don’t get to talk to me or inej anymore. goodbye.

 

bangbangbi: :(

 

knife wife: for the record, it’s because she’s giving me my phone back and going to get food and my head still hurts, not because i’m annoyed. love you all <3 -Inej

 

bangbangbi: :)





~~~


    As she began to wash her hands, Inej let the cool water pool in her palms, then splashed it onto her face and rubbed it into her temples.

 

    The trip had been lovely, traveling with Zoya. Despite her tendency toward road rage.

 

    There had been a car behind them all the way from Ketterdam, that same sickening teal that was the color Heleen wore constantly in any way she could. Accessories, her dress, her silk blouse, a barrette in her hair…

 

    They’d pulled off into a gas station to refuel, and the car had continued on, a person Inej didn’t recognize behind the wheel.

 

    She’d explained to Zoya what Heleen had done to her, the reasons the color and shape of the car caused such anxiety. The way Heleen had threatened that Inej wouldn’t leave the house ever again if she said a word to the social worker or anyone about the men that would come and go, the ones who were there to see Heleen, or the ones who weren’t.

 

    The ones who paid her to turn the other way as they crept their way into Inej’s little room, crawled between her purple sheets and felt beneath her animal printed nightgown.

 

    Zoya had been silent for a long time, then told Inej about when she was fourteen, her mother attempting to marry her off to a rich man, the price he tried to pay for her. The way only her aunt knew of her Grisha abilities, and how her aunt showed up at the judge’s chambers, the Darkling in tow, demanding that Zoya, as a protected minority, be released, or legal action would be pursued. The Darkling had made the shadows crawl, and the man had fled. Zoya’s mother had been furious. Zoya's aunt and the Darkling had just taken her hands and brought her away.

 

    The car found its way back behind them not twenty minutes later.

 

    Inej pressed her palms against the ceramic basin. The door to the hotel room opened and closed. Zoya’s back. She shut the water off, drying her hands and then grabbing another cloth to wipe the water off of her face as she opened the door. “Hey.”

 

    “Hello,” a lilting voice replied. Not Zoya. “What a lovely welcome, little lynx.”

 

    Inej shoved herself backward, flinging the cloth into Heleen’s face. The woman snarled, lunging forward as Inej closed the door in her face, throwing all of her weight against it and locking it. She reached for her phone as Heleen rapped on the door, opening the device and going to Zoya’s contact. The phone rang, once, twice.

 

    Three times, then it went silent, the call declined.

 

    Inej tried to keep her breathing even as she changed to Kaz’s contact.




 

 

   When he saw the name flash across his screen, Kaz dropped Jesper’s script, ignoring the offended noise the Zemeni made as he strode from the room, swiping to pick up the call.

 

    “Inej.”

 

    “Kaz.” Inej was completely silent on the other end of the line for a long moment, and when she spoke next, her voice was nearly a whisper, her S’s a th sound to keep them quiet. “I’m at the hotel with Zoya. I don’t know where she went. She didn’t pick up my call. Heleen’s here.”

 

    “Shit,” Kaz cursed, switching it to speaker phone as he pulled up her location. “I’m working on it, Inej. You won’t be alone for long. Where are your knives?” The phone chimed with her location, a hotel near Ivets. Halfway to Os Kervo already.

 

    “With my things in the room. I’m in the bathroom.”

 

    “Is there anything in that room you can use to defend yourself?” Kaz asked, then frowned. “I’m going to mute myself. Put it on FaceTime.”

 

    “Okay.”

 

    Kaz hit the mute button as the screen changed, a facetime request from Inej. He quickly accepted it, and the view of a hotel bathroom filled the screen. He assessed the room, then typed out instructions to Inej. Ivets. He didn’t know many people there.

 

    Except Poppy.

 

    “Jesper!” Kaz called out, pushing the door open again. “Get Poppy Cox on the phone.”

 

    Jesper lifted his brows. “Poppy hates you.”

 

    “It’s not for me,” Kaz said, gritting his teeth as something slammed against the door to the bathroom and Inej’s breath caught. “Inej is in Ivets. Heleen’s found her.”

 

    Jesper inhaled deeply. “I’ll do what I can,” he said, opening his phone and scrolling to find Poppy’s contact. It rang once before the call was picked up. “Poppy!” Jesper exclaimed, as he put the phone on speaker. “How lovely to talk to you again! Could I ask for a favor?”

 

    “As long as it isn’t giving your crew pointers on makeup again, anything for you,” Poppy replied, his words carefully articulated as though he had fresh lipstick on and was waiting for it to dry.

 

    “Great!”




 

    “Open up, little lynx,” Heleen crooned from the other side of the door, a clicking noise at the handle sounding similar to Kaz’s favorite pastime…

 

    Picking locks.

 

    Inej set her phone down on the countertop, climbing up onto the edge of the bathtub to pull down the shower curtain. It was sturdy, a commercial curtain that would hold on nicely before tearing. She unhooked it from the rail, then reached up and gripped the rail, pulling down on it with all of her weight until it came down with a cracking sound. The doorknob rattled again, and she pulled the curtain back into the tub, running water over it and grabbing the complimentary soaps, lathering the curtain as much as she could and letting some of the excess drain off before laying it down on the floor in front of the door, grabbing a towel and setting it down and then standing on it, the rail in one hand, ready to swing.

 

    The door swung open.

 

    Inej felt a crackle in the air, the hairs on the backs of her neck and arms rising as Heleen smiled cruelly at her. “Hello, lovely,” the woman snarled, beginning to step forward. Two more steps, Inej silently pleaded. It would bring Heleen within range to swing at and to slip on the curtain—

 

    Before she could take a single step, the door to the room swung open, and lightning cracked through the room, thunderous in Inej’s ears as Heleen stared in shock at the hole burned through her chest, the electricity arcing toward the curtain. Inej was suddenly very glad for her towel as Heleen slumped to the ground, Zoya behind her, hands raised in a way that made quite clear Heleen’s cause of death.

 

    “Hello,” Zoya said softly.

 

    There was a sudden rush of noise from the phone on the counter. “What the hell was that?!” Kaz demanded, his face filling the screen as he strained to see. Inej picked up her phone.

 

    “Heleen getting her ass fried,” Zoya replied, blowing across her palms. Her hair was beginning to frizz, and Inej suspected hers was doing the same.

 

    “I’m okay now,” Inej said simply to Kaz, hanging up the phone and planning to send a very long explanatory message later.

 

    In the meantime, Zoya was standing in the doorway, a stricken look on her face. “There were men downstairs who tried to get me to go with them,” she explained, stepping carefully forward over Heleen’s body, then walking painstakingly over the curtain. “I declined your call so they wouldn’t know you were here. One of them mentioned Heleen.”

 

    Inej didn’t need to hear the rest of the story to know what had happened. Zoya had disposed of the men, then rushed back upstairs. When she’d opened the door to find Heleen about to shove the bathroom door open, she’d drawn on her power, doing something she truly should not have, especially indoors.

 

    Summoned lightning, to save Inej.

 

    Inej grasped her hands, pulling her forward into an embrace. Phantom hands clawed at her tunic, her leggings, the empty sheaths where knives should be, the hood of the hoodie she wore beneath the tunic.

 

    Zoya wrapped her arms tightly around Inej, and the hands dispersed, a last angry swipe across Inej’s shoulder.

 

    Inej buried her face in Zoya’s shoulder and wept.

Notes:

Zoya and Inej stopped at a hotel in Ivets on the way to Os Kervo, and Heleen showed up, threatening Inej. Zoya fried her with lightning indoors, which is very dangerous, but worth it for Inej's safety. They talked about their pasts in the car.

Chapter 15: xv

Notes:

dang i'm slamming these chapters out fast...

again, psa about starting with chapter twelve!

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[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: so

bangbangbi: when was i going to get warning that except for anika pim and roeder the slat was empty

 

Boss: What are you doing at the Slat?

 

bangbangbi: nothing, now

 

knife wife: Kaz came to get me

knife wife: i’m not going to Os Kervo

 

Cultist: you mean kaz came to dispose of heleen van houden’s rotting corpse

 

Boss: What I do in my free time is not up for discussion by this group chat.

 

bangbangbi: damn

 

coolest privateer: wait what happened

 

knife wife: she showed up at the hotel Zoya and i stayed at the other night

 

coolest privateer: what.

 

Cultist: dw zoya handled it

Cultist: or so i’ve heard

 

Boss: She could have handled it just fine herself.

 

knife wife: but i’m glad Zoya was there. and that i had your help. thank you, Kaz

 

bangbangbi: now that kaz has left the chat

bangbangbi: nikolai can my da stay with you while he’s in town for the show

 

coolest privateer: i was going to ask if he might stay in your room at the slat but then i realized you probably don’t want him hanging around kaz that much 💀

 

bangbangbi: exactly

 

coolest privateer: i’ll check with nina’s lump of fur

 

Cultist: not mine

 

coolest privateer: oh ok

coolest privateer: i’ll check with my roommate

 

bangbangbi: ty

 

merchling: Why were you at the slat Jes

 

Cultist: wait wylan doesn’t know

Cultist: take the squabble to the dms

Cultist: (but send screenshots later)

 

bangbangbi: SAINTS

bangbangbi: i was gonna do a SURPRISE

bangbangbi: but i guess NOBODY can have secrets in this chat

 

Cultist: what do you think inej is for

 

merchling: Inej is the secret holder

 

coolest privateer: obviously because inej knows them all

 

Boss: And keeps them.

 

knife wife: correction, Kaz

 

Boss: It is not their concern what you do with the secrets you gather, Inej.

 

bangbangbi: it is now

 

coolest privateer: gives them to kaz

 

merchling: Accurate

 

Boss: Accurate.





[M&NS]

 

Nikolai: could colm fahey stay with us while he’s in town for the show

 

Matthias:

Nikolai,

I suppose. I hope he will not be bringing a goat. Trassel would not go in his crate for a week and a half after it had Milo’s scent in it.

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

Nikolai: no he shouldn’t be

Nikolai: i’ll double check

 

Matthias:

Nikolai,

Thank you.

Also, is Milo staying with Wylan and Jesper now?

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

Nikolai: i’m not sure

Nikolai: i think he eats the kudzu out of inej’s garden

 

Matthias:

Nikolai,

Probably. Thank you.

Matthias Benedik Helvar




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: Committing

 

flute: can’t have committing without titties amiright 😎

 

flute blower: No

 

flute: DAMN

flute: too gay for this world, babe

flute: it’s a dawg-eat-kitty world out here

 

flute blower: I’m not even going to try to interpret your gerbil

 

flute: gerbil??

 

flute blower: I said gibberish. My phone misheard me

 

flute: ok but what’s going on you don’t say that usually

 

flute blower: So

flute blower: My sister

 

flute: WHO I STILL WOULD LIKE TO MEET SHE SOUNDS ADORABLE

 

flute blower: Beside the point

flute blower: Alys wants me to spend more time with her, outside the time I spend with both of them

 

flute: sounds like a request for free babysitting

 

flute blower: Except that she’s my sister

 

flute: that you hardly knew existed before van wreck decided that he’d use her as an excuse to kick you out

 

flute blower: She’s still my sister

 

flute: do what you want, but imo it’s a bad idea

 

flute blower: To be fair, you do a lot of things that most people think are a bad idea

 

flute: within parameters

 

flute blower: We have a goat, Jes.

 

flute: exactly




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Cultist: we need to get back together again

 

knife wife: Kaz wants to know if it’s because you’re tired of the Grisha House

 

Cultist: nina wants kaz to know it’s none of his business 🫶

 

knife wife: Kaz wants Nina to know he’s tired of her shit so you’re even in his opinion

 

bangbangbi: we’ll be plus one, apparently

 

Cultist: MATTHIAS FINALLY GETS TO GO ALONG?

 

bangbangbi: plus 2 ig??

 

knife wife: who’s the other extra?

 

bangbangbi: Wylan what’s your sister’s name again

 

merchling: I’m not bringing her

 

bangbangbi: COME ON

bangbangbi: how bad could it be

bangbangbi: she’s like eleven

bangbangbi: when i was eleven i was practically an adult

 

knife wife: Kaz emphatically says you were not

 

bangbangbi: so we’ll be a good influence

 

Cultist: we’ll be a terrible influence

 

coolest privateer: but she’ll have fun

 

merchling: Sweet Ghezen none of you are helping

 

bangbangbi: inej wouldn’t let anybody corrupt her too badly

 

merchling: And neither would I.

 

knife wife: Kaz says he promises nothing

 

coolest privateer: let’s be honest if it was useful in making money there’s a lot kaz would let happen to a kid

 

bangbangbi: i elephantly disagree

 

knife wife: as do i

knife wife: but do you mean emphatically?

 

bangbangbi: that’s not a word

 

knife wife: it is

 

bangbangbi: it’s not x100

 

knife wife: you’re mature

 

bangbangbi: RATED

 

knife wife: saints

 

Cultist: so basically we decided matthias and wylan jr are joining us

 

merchling: She’s not Wylan junior

 

Cultist: wj

 

merchling: No

 

Cultist: WAYJAY

 

merchling: NO

 

bangbangbi: I LOVE IT

 

merchling: I HATE IT

 

bangbangbi: please Wy

 

merchling: GET HER OPINION

 

knife wife: Kaz is being outvoted yes wayjay joins us

 

merchling: her name is Dorothea Alys Van Eck

 

bangbangbi: there’s a mouthful

bangbangbi: wayjay it is

 

knife wife: Kaz says wayjay is an atrocious name

 

bangbangbi: but

bangbangbi: it rhymes with gay

 

Cultist: PERFECT

 

coolest privateer: sticking with wayjay

 

merchling: Or you could call her Thea? Like Alys and Mother and I do?

 

Cultist: WAYJAY

 

bangbangbi: WAYJAY

 

coolest privateer: WAYJAY

 

knife wife: i guess you’re outvoted

 

merchling: Not yet

 

merchling added Matthias Helvar to the chat

 

bangbangbi changed Matthias Helvar ’s name to himbo

 

merchling: Matthias

 

himbo: 

All,

Names, please?

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

Cultist: matty darling kaz will boot you from the chat in an instant if you type like that

 

himbo: Fine.

himbo: What are your names?

 

Cultist: i’m nina, boss is kaz, coolest privateer is nikolai, merchling is wylan, knife wife is inej, bangbangbi is jesper

 

merchling: Opinion on Thea versus Wayjay.

 

himbo: You want mine?

 

merchling: Yes.

 

himbo: It depends.

 

bangbangbi: PICK WAYJAY

bangbangbi: PRONOUNCED AS IT’S SPELLED

bangbangbi: IT RHYMES WITH GAY

bangbangbi: IT’S WHAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND WANTS

 

himbo: I do not have a girlfriend.

 

Cultist: ignore him

 

himbo: I do like Wayjay.

 

coolest privateer: gay matthias lore unlocked

 

himbo: Incorrect.

 

coolest privateer: i’m kidding 😭

 

bangbangbi: WAYJAY IT IS

bangbangbi: Wy you can’t even argue because you asked an outside opinion and he picked wayjay

 

merchling: I’ll fight you all

 

bangbangbi: just consult her next time you see her and bring me

 

merchling: Fine

merchling: Not bringing you, but I’ll ask her

 

bangbangbi: SLAY

 

knife wife: Kaz says he’s kicking Matthias out of the chat as soon as he has access to his phone

 

coolest privateer: but he’s already part of the culture

coolest privateer: i’ll vouch for him with twenty five kruge :)

 

knife wife: Kaz says make it thirty and he can stay

 

coolest privateer: done




[Kaz Enthusiasts]

(Inej, Nikolai)

 

spider (complimentary): when he asks if you’d like to drive after the next rest stop

 

man (derogatory): marry him 💍

 

spider (complimentary): he’s chatty today

spider (complimentary): and that says a lot for Kaz

spider (complimentary): what did you do

 

man (derogatory): um well you see i may have funded bribing of desk clerks, guests, and housekeeping

 

spider (complimentary) CALLED IT

 

man (derogatory): YOU KNOW NONE OF YOUR BROKE ASS ROOMMATES COULD AFFORD IT

 

spider (complimentary): as Nina would say, “you damned sugar daddy”

 

man (derogatory): shhhhhhh

 

spider (complimentary): nooooo

spider (complimentary): saints

spider (complimentary): he broke into the vending machine

 

man (derogatory): i’m not surprised

 

spider (complimentary): and brought me food.

spider (complimentary): he’s forgiven.

 

man (derogatory): he is.

 

spider (complimentary): bye i’m driving now

 

man (derogatory): tell him to text me when you get here i have something for him

 

spider (complimentary): “oh, love, you shouldn’t have!”

 

man (derogatory): more like “royal pain in the ass, i’ll stab your eye out and throw it in the ocean!”

 

spider (complimentary): careful or you’ll make references to his past

 

man (derogatory): no but why would that be low key hot

 

spider (complimentary): 🤢

 

man (derogatory): living up to my chat name ❤️

 

spider (complimentary): exactly ❤️




[Jazz Hands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: She told Zoya about the treehouse.

 

jes: good for her?

jes: what about the treehouse lmao

 

Kazzle Dazzle: The first time she was there.

 

jes: wait when you broke your leg

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Thank you for stating the obvious, Jesper.

 

jes: asking clarifying questions isn’t stating the obvious 😭

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Goodbye.

 

jes: no don’t go i miss you

jes: also i’m at the slat because Wylan’s sick and inej said there was this tea that might help

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Whomp. Whomp.

 

jes: KAZ

jes: STOP MISSPELLING IT

 

Kazzle Dazzle: No.

 

jes: :(

 

Kazzle Dazzle: :)




[escape artists]

 

Kaz: We’re here.

 

Nikolai: YAY




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Boss removed himbo from the chat

Notes:

ugh i love kazolai

Chapter 16: xvi

Notes:

psa about chapter twelve :)

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Chapter Text


[rich kids]

 

wy: What did you do

 

lai: idk what you’re on about

 

wy: 🤨




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Cultist: @Boss why is Nikolai sleeping on the couch

 

Boss: I did not realize a “surprise” and “something for him” were one and the same.

 

knife wife: basically, Kaz doesn’t like having two people in his room burst into a beautiful rendition of “Sincerely, Me” from DEH at 3am

 

bangbangbi: dear evan hansen we’ve been way too out of touch

bangbangbi: things have been crazy and it sucks that we don’t talk that much

 

coolest privateer: don’t get me banished to the couch again, jes :(

 

bangbangbi: mmmmmmmmmmm but it's fun

bangbangbi: plus then i can sleep on top of you

 

coolest privateer: JES

 

Boss: I did not need to know of your extramarital relations, Jesper.

 

merchling: Marital????

 

bangbangbi: marital is a Strong word

 

coolest privateer: 😭

 

Cultist: rip to wylans ill vocal cords for all the "question mark question mark question mark…"

 

merchling: Someone has to care about them 😔

 

bangbangbi: question: what doesn't care about them? answer: this d–

 

coolest privateer: Blocked

 

Boss: Nikolai. You're off of the couch.

 

coolest privateer: HORRAY

 

bangbangbi: horray???????

 

Cultist: you CANNOT be speaking, fahey

 

knife wife: Llewellyn Fahey :)

 

bangbangbi: THIS IS BULLYING

bangbangbi: HARRASSMENT

 

coolest privateer: dead

 

Boss: Gone.

 

Cultist: KAZ BREKKER

 

Boss: What?

 

Cultist: A SWIFTIE????

 

Boss: Inej, initiate operation Uprooting the Rose.

 

knife wife: but i like the rose :(

knife wife: @Cultist i hope i never lose you

knife wife: hope it never ends

 

Cultist: I’D NEVER WALK CORNELIA STREET AGAIN

Cultist: THAT’S THE KIND OF HEARTBREAK TIM COULD NEVER MEND

 

bangbangbi: “tim”

 

Cultist: shut up

 

bangbangbi: make me

 

merchling: Ghezen

 

bangbangbi: 😨

bangbangbi: tfw your person calls you by someone else’s name

 

merchling: Kuwei fr

 

bangbangbi: i-

 

Cultist: MARITAL PROBLEMS OUT OF THE CHAT PLEASE




[gingers(not)]

(Nina, Wylan)

 

red at heart: do i need to murder someone?

 

strawberry: No

strawberry: He apologized and made up for it

strawberry: I just like to nag him about it because it’s funny to do

 

red at heart: if you’re sure

 

strawberry: I am

strawberry: 🙂




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Boss left the chat

 

bangbangbi added Boss to the chat

 

Cultist: you know you love me

 

Boss: You are getting on my last nerve.

 

bangbangbi: i thought your last nerve was a while ago

 

coolest privateer: ooooo burn

 

bangbangbi: ty ty

 

Cultist: it wasn’t even a burn? just commentary?

 

merchling: I’m lost

 

bangbangbi: you’re in the kitchen

bangbangbi: making s’mores with popcorn in the middle

bangbangbi: topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup

 

merchling: I am not.

 

Cultist: BUT YOU COULD BE

Cultist: PLEASE

 

merchling: Get Jesper to

 

Cultist: he won't

 

coolest privateer: i'll make them

 

bangbangbi: I COULD KISS YOU

bangbangbi: PLATONICALLY

bangbangbi: ON THE CHEEK

 

coolest privateer: 😭

coolest privateer: by the way the party is a cast party (+friends and family and kaz)

coolest privateer: so jesper you need to make an appearance at some point (you can be late as usual tho)

 

bangbangbi: slay

 

Cultist: clarification because i totally didn't forget anything but i think jesper could use a rundown of the plan

 

knife wife: i don't know whether that's genuine or an excuse, actually

 

bangbangbi: hey i know exactly what my role is

 

Boss: Regardless. Wylan and Jesper are taking care of the security system. Jesper will take the cameras out, Wylan will watch and make sure he does an effective job, then they will both stay in the security center and keep an eye to let me know if any of the cameras come back online and to take out the emergency lock on the room where the Lantsov history items are. Inej is watching for any physical guards, of which there should not be many, since the first floor will be entirely taken up by Lantsov's party. Nina will have outfits ready to wear to the party so we can blend in after I get my hands on that ring.

 

bangbangbi: see i knew that

 

coolest privateer: kaz i have a surprise

 

Boss: You know I don't like surprises.

 

knife wife: especially after the last one

 

Cultist: Jesper is your voice still gone

Cultist: scratch that it probably is just not from singing 💀 @merchling

 

knife wife: NINA

 

bangbangbi: NINA

bangbangbi: my voice is fine thank you

 

coolest privateer: ignoring you all except kaz

 

Boss: Just private message me, then.

 

coolest privateer: i made the party a masquerade ❤️

 

knife wife: WAY BETTER SURPRISE THIS TIME

 

Cultist: THAT MAKES MY JOB SO MUCH EASIER

Cultist: NO UNCERTIFIED TAILORING ON MY PART

 

coolest privateer: EXACTLY

coolest privateer: oops i was supposed to ignore you

 

Cultist: 💀

 

bangbangbi: YES I LOVE MASQUERADES


Cultist: MASKS ARE SO HOT

Cultist: IN A SEXY WAY

 

coolest privateer: THEN YOU'LL BE ECSTATIC TO KNOW MATTHIAS WILL BE COMING TO THE PARTY AS BACKUP IN CASE SOMETHING GOES WRONG UPSTAIRS

coolest privateer unsent a message

coolest privateer: THEN YOU'LL BE DEVASTATED TO KNOW MATTHIAS WILL BE COMING TO THE PARTY AS BACKUP IN CASE SOMETHING GOES WRONG UPSTAIRS

 

Cultist: blocked.

 

knife wife: 😭

 

Boss: I will leave the chat again if you don't all shut up. The heist begins in three days. Wylan, get better before then or you'll risk alerting security by coughing.

 

coolest privateer: party planning is done :) just getting matthias and a few others to help with setting up

 

merchling: 😔




[escape artists]

 

Kaz: I like your idea. Good job.

 

Nikolai: thank you




[theater kids]

 

elphaba: JESPER

 

galinda: NIKOLAI

 

elphaba: I WONT TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED BUT

GAY PANICKING RN

elphaba: ANYWAY

elphaba:enjoy your close proximity with a person you're not exactly dating but not exactly not dating 🫶

 

galinda: NO TELL ME PLEASE

 

elphaba: I CANT HED KILL ME

 

galinda: oh true he does tend to do that to people

 

elphaba: you just know who it is 💀

 

galinda: who else do you gay panic over

galinda: other than me

galinda: and harrison ford

 

elphaba: matthias helvar on rare occasion

elphaba: harrison ford my beloved 😍😩😚🫦

 

galinda: and they were roommates

 

elphaba: sweet djel they were roommates

elphaba: it's legit only when he's deadlifting Trassel off the table and his muscles are doing the thing and he's wearing that one tank top he never wears anywhere but the house (all of which happen at the same time surprisingly often, actually)

elphaba: ^matthias, not harrison

 

galinda: i'm telling nina

galinda: wait you mean you don't have harrison in your kitchen???

 

elphaba: she'd make some crude joke about asking how he is in bed

elphaba: only the clone i made when i kidnapped him

 

galinda: how is he in bed?

 

elphaba: how should i know??

 

galinda: who hasn't slept with their roommate

 

elphaba: the guy doesn't even take off his outer pants around anyone i've never seen his boxers let alone slept with him

 

galinda: has he seen you pantsless???

 

elphaba: summer of last year

elphaba: he drove me home when i got on some Shit and i don't remember much but he won't talk about it at all

 

galinda: omg

 

elphaba: subject change he's here talking about something and i don't want him reading this conversation

elphaba: harrison ford.

 

galinda: daddy?

 

elphaba: daddy incarnate

elphaba: HELLO??????

 

galinda: we should convince kaz to let us kidnap him next heist

 

elphaba: FR




[Jazhands]

 

jes: kaz

jes: can we kidnap someone next heist

 

kazzle dazzle: We are not kidnapping Zendaya.

 

jes: ITS NOT ZENDAYA THIS TIME

jes: HARRISON FORD

 

kazzle dazzle: Still no.

 

jes: uuggghhhh




[theater kids]

 

galinda: i have to go flirt with one of our roommates

galinda: i won't say whfih

 

elphaba: omg remember when we were roommates

 

galinda: why didn't we ever sleep together

 

elphaba: cause we were both exclusively dating at the time??

elphaba: well i was

 

galinda: i would've had a threesome with zoya

 

elphaba: my dear best friend

elphaba: that was not when i was with Zoya

elphaba: that was when i was with amanda

 

galinda: OH

galinda: right

galinda: okay but now she's with alexei so

 

elphaba: and for the record i would NOT have had a foursome with him

elphaba: No Thank You

elphaba: he's got a mouth on him and uses it for the worst possible things so

elphaba: and that's coming from me

 

galinda: i'm so glad my taste in men has changed

 

elphaba: i am

elphaba: so offended

 

galinda: i still want you daddy 😩

 

elphaba: i can fix him (no really i can) fr

elphaba: BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

elphaba: ^me when kaz makes me block u

 

galinda: you @kaz

 

elphaba: maybe i'll block you myself before he asks

 

galinda: but we were gonna sleep together

 

elphaba: Whomp Whomp bye bye

 

galinda: since when do you copy kaz

galinda: ITS LOVE

 

elphaba: since when do you not mind your business

elphaba: oh wait you never have

 

galinda: rude

galinda: but accurate

 

elphaba: ^kaz in a nutshell

 

galinda: yup




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling: I'm doing better, heist should go well






[bicons]

 

queen: kaz wants to know what the holdup is

queen: more specifically, the problem that has you not taking care of the last cameras

wylan says they're still on

 

king: tell kaz to send matthias up i need someone taller

 

queen: on it




[carpool]

 

Matthias: Nina.

 

Nina: that's my name :)

 

Matthias: Your friends are odd.

 

Nina: i know

Nina: that's why i like them

 

Matthias: To each their own.




[bicons]

 

king: nina darling i fear you have competition

 

queen: who am i expressing condolences to now for their interaction with you?

 

king: matthias helvar

 

queen: here i thought you'd managed to get wylan's thighs on your shoulders

 

king: someday soon, mark my words

king: no there was a camera way up high, and i was like this is a job for a taller person

king: so i called matthias in duh

king: i pointed up at the camera and he came right up ehind me and pressed his big muscly body against my back while he reached up to get it

king: it was like those moments in romance movies yk?

king: and nina

king: NINA

king: HES SO RIPPED

king: I WANT THOSE MUSCLES ALL OVER ME ALL THE TIME

 

queen: i'm not going to entertain allegations no matter how hard you try, jesper fahey

 

king: yk what else is hard?

 

queen: you, apparently

 

king: yup

 

queen: just ask wylan to take care of it

queen: or matthias, apparently

 

king: on a job?? kaz'll kill all four of us

 

queen: accurate

queen: a job on a job

queen: make sure you tell nikolai all about how hard his roommate makes you, jes




[theater kids]

 

galinda: your roommate makes me really hard

 

elphaba: not surprising but keep it professional on the job, jes

 

galinda: sir yes sir

 

elphaba: i haven't networked this hard in a hot minute

elphaba: tell kaz he owes me

elphaba: THAT IS A JOKE DO NOT

 

galinda: too late

 

elphaba: oh well it's my funeral you're planning then i guess

 

 


[Jazhands]

 

jes: nikolai says you owe him a coffee for all the work he's putting into this party

 

kazzle dazzle: Okay.




[theater kids]

 

galinda: he says "Okay."

galinda: so he owes you a coffee, basically

 

elphaba: so he's in love, basically /j

 

galinda: rescind that /j, darling

 

elphaba: nina energy

 

galinda: i'm honored you think so :)




[escape artists]

 

Nikolai: is it alright if i make my way toward you, now you've found your way into the party, or do you want me still keeping my distance and my cover?

 

Kaz: I don't care.

Kaz: It would look odd, though, if you were to ignore any of your guests.

 

Nikolai: hint taken

Notes:

KAZOLAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII prepare yourselves for drunkenness.

Chapter 17: xvii

Notes:

wow it’s been a while. almost 4 months :/
enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


    As Nikolai made his way toward Kaz, he had to force his mind onto the topic of the ring the thief had stolen—not the way the black coat of the Kir-Kodo ensemble Nina had put together for him hugged his waist and chest, while highlighting the curve of his shoulders. Kaz leaned against the wall in a corner, between a glass case with a single glass of whiskey resting on it and a plaque that Nikolai didn't bother to read.

 

    "Good evening," Kaz murmured, and Nikolai ignored the way his eyes were drawn to the one part of Kaz's face he could see beyond the mask–his lips.

 

    "Good evening," Nikolai replied, equally quietly. "How did the job go?"

 

    "Fine. I'm awaiting my paycheck."

 

    Nikolai grimaced. Shit. He genuinely could not remember how much he was supposed to pay Kaz for the ring. Was he supposed to pay Kaz? Had they discussed payment?

 

    Had Nikolai begun to think of their… strange partnership as something other than what it was? Give and take, nothing more, nothing less?

 

    "What?" Kaz asked, an eyebrow raised. Nikolai forced an easy smile onto his own face.

 

    "How much are you being paid for this job?" he asked, rather than answer Kaz's question.

 

    "I don't believe I discussed payment with the person who hired me."

 

    "So he's not simply forgetful?"

 

    "He is not."

 

    "Well," Nikolai began, more at ease knowing he hadn't forgotten what they'd already discussed, "what's the approximate amount one would usually be paid for a job of this scale?"

 

    "A few thousand kruge."

 

    Nikolai nodded. "From the sound of it, that would not be a crippling amount for your employer to pay."

 

    "It wouldn't."

 

    Nikolai edged closer, resting his arm atop the case. "May I see it?" he asked, in a near whisper. Kaz reached into one of his own pockets, lifting a handkerchief from it and leaning forward, depositing the kerchief in Nikolai's palm. He opened it, his gloved fingers moving with practiced ease, then shifted backward once more as Nikolai studied the ring in his own hand. "I doubt it's possible that you've been played for a fool, Kaz," he said, sliding the kerchief and the fake emerald across the case toward him.

 

    "I doubt the possibilities of that, too," Kaz replied, sipping from his whiskey glass. "It's in your pocket."

 

    Nikolai patted himself down for a moment. None of the pockets of the teal coat he would wear as Sturmhond in the show… there. The one pocket in his shirt. How had Kaz managed to put it there? "How did you–?"

 

    "It's Kaz," came Inej's voice from directly beside Nikolai.

 

    "Saints, Wraith," Nikolai jumped, the ring nearly slipping from his grasp.

 

    "I am not any of them," she replied.

 

    Nikolai peered at the ring in his hand, then looked at Kaz. "I'm certain your employer will see fit to have you reimbursed as soon as possible." He nodded to each of them, then stepped back. "Enjoy the festivities, my friends. And have a spot of rum on the house."

 

    "You have a terrible mixture of proper and high seas Kerch for a pirate," Inej announced.

 

    "Thank you kindly," Nikolai replied, then lifted her hands to kiss it before making his way toward other guests… and the open bar the curator had had set up at a Lantsov's request.

 

    The list of people he actually knew personally on the guest list was comparatively short. It was no surprise that the majority of them knew him, whether gleefully recognizing his storm hound's coat or his Lantsov blond hair, Tailored red for the occasion but the color was fading as the night wore on.

 

    The majority of the troupe had made it, even Kovu, with as sour a temper as he could have. Petyr, who was to play Andrei in the show and be Nikolai's understudy, Isaak, who'd play Dima. Tamar and Tolya, Keyen and Kuwei Yul-Bo, even. Adrik had managed to bring Leoni along to the party, though she looked like she might not be staying long. Dominik and Benny, who wouldn't be in the show but would keep behind the scenes running, and the most shocking faces to see that evening were Alexei and Amanda.

 

    Nikolai was cordial, gracious, even, as he greeted them. Alexei hardly looked in his direction, and the most Amanda offered was a tight-lipped smile.

 

    As the night continued, more and more people drifted out the door, until by eleven bells the party left consisted of Alexei and Amanda, Nikolai, Kaz's Crows–as Jesper called the collection of himself, Inej, Nina, and Wylan–along with Matthias, Zoya, Genya, David, the Bataar twins, the Bo twins, Dominik, Isaak, Petyr, and Benny.

 

    At some point, Jesper and Inej had managed to convince Zoya to begin party games, and Inej had gotten Kaz to join in. Nikolai followed whichever person he'd been talking to (he wasn't quite sure anymore…) into the large ring of chairs someone had set up.

 

    "Nikolai!" Jesper called out, just as Nikolai sat down. "Truth or dare?"

 

    "Truth," Nikolai answered, taking another sip of his drink. It was getting low.

 

    "Have you had a wet dream about your roommate?"

 

   Nikolai frowned and considered for a moment. "Current, or former?"

 

   "All of the above?" Jesper asked.

 

   "Current," Alexei said firmly.

 

    "Hey, I asked the question," Jesper interrupted, and Alexei rolled his eyes.

 

    "The answer is yes," Nikolai stated.

 

    "Which roommate?" Nina asked.

 

    "That wasn't the question, love," Nikolai answered. "Genya! Truth or dare?"

 

    "Dare," Genya said, shifting forward in her seat.

 

    Nikolai considered her for a long moment, then inspiration struck. "I dare you to reschedule the Grisha conference so you can come to my show," he said sweetly.

 

    "Unfortunately, I don't control the conference," Genya said. "But I'll see what I can do. Nina, truth or dare?"

 

    "That would be incredibly inconvenient for anyone who's made travel arrangements already," Matthias supplied.

 

    "Truth," Nina answered Genya, ignoring Matthias.

 

    "How many times have you snuck out of the Grisha House for a heist?" Genya asked.

 

    "That is classified information, Ms. Safin," Nina affirmed coolly.

 

    "Which is code for, she can't say in front of Zoya," Nikolai quipped.

 

    Nina took a shot, rather than answer the question, and turned to Tamar. "Truth or dare?"

 

    "Truth."

 

    "Are you in agreement with everyone else who has eyes here that Nadia Zhabin is delectable?"

 

    Tamar frowned, then smiled a little. "Yes."

 

    "Not everyone–" Nikolai began, before Nina slapped him to interrupt him.

 

    "Just because you have no taste doesn't mean the rest of us don't."

 

    "I don't think his taste is all that terrible," Alexei said easily, looking at Amanda, who smiled.

 

    "Your turn, Tamar," Nikolai said, before anyone could decide on a comment to make on Alexei's choices of words.

 

    "Dominik," Tamar said. "Truth or dare?"

 

    "Dare."

 

    "I dare you to sneak a cuss word into your lines during the next rehearsal. If you forget, you owe me twenty kruge."

 

    Dominik smirked. "Deal. Petyr, truth or dare?"

 

    "Truth," Petyr said easily, flipping his mask up to take a sip of his drink.

 

    "Have you ever had a crush on Nikolai?"

 

    Petyr promptly spat out the drink, sputtering slightly. Nikolai hid his laugh with a cough. Petyr Privyet had been one of his best friends since they were little, looking so similar to one another that they'd pulled several prince-and-the-pauper type shenanigans together. "I'm fairly certain I'm the one person in this room that can say 'no' to that. Besides Tolya and Tamar."

 

    Matthias opened his mouth.

 

    Nina shut it for him.

 

    "Truth or dare, Tolya?" Petyr asked, turning to him.

 

    "Truth."

 

    "Have you really and truly never wanted to be with anyone, romantically or sexually?"

 

    Tolya smiled. "I have my axes, my poetry, and my faith. What more do I need? Jesper, truth or dare?"

 

    "Dare."

 

    "I dare you to tune in to what the Saints may be telling you," Tolya replied sagely, pausing for a slightly ridiculous moment before breaking into a grin. "Actually, I dare you to pour a shot of your choice onto your own head."

 

    "Rum!" Jesper cried, hopping up to head to the bar. "For the pirates." He returned with a shot glass of rum, raising it high. "Count me down!"

 

    "Three," Tolya said.

 

    "Two," Nikolai continued.

 

    "One," Nina finished.

 

    Jesper upended the glass over his head, drenching his hair. Alexei scoffed, and Nikolai erupted his own voice into cheers to drown him out.

 

    Jesper grinned at him, then turned to Nina. "Truth or dare, Nina?"

 

    "Dare," Nina said mischievously.

 

    "Kiss the hottest person in here, but only if they consent. If they don't, kiss the second hottest. Until you're stuck with the ugliest, Helvar." Jesper cackled, shaking his head. "I'm kidding, Helvar, you're not the ugliest."

 

    Nina scrunched her nose. "You just dared me that in a room full of hot people, Jesper."

 

    Nikolai puckered his lips.

 

    Nina flipped him off. "Not you, dear." She considered her options for a long moment, then looked hopefully at Zoya. "Zoya, I don't suppose—?"

 

    "No."

 

    Nina pouted. "I'll have to settle, then." She turned, taking hold of Matthias's collar, and pulled him in close. "Matthias."

 

    Matthias stared at her in bewilderment for a long moment. "That… is my name."

 

    Nikolai shifted in his seat, and Jesper looked at the others. "Do we need to switch to seven minutes in heaven?" he asked.

 

    Nina looked Matthias up and down. "I think it would be a bit longer than seven minutes."

 

    Alexei made gagging noises.

 

    "Are you going to kiss, or..?" Jesper queried.

 

    "He hasn't answered yet," Nina replied, and Matthias wrapped a hand around her neck, pulling her close to kiss her. Jesper cheered, and Nikolai joined in. She broke the kiss for a moment. "Truth or dare, Jesper?"

 

    "Truth."

    "Who do you think is the hottest person in this room?"

 

    "Other than you? Obviously Wylan," Jesper replied, winking at Wylan. "Truth or dare, Kaz?"

 

    Kaz ignored him, taking a shot.

 

    "Right. Your turn, then."

 

    "Nikolai," Kaz said drily.

 

    "Yes, darling?"

 

    "Truth or dare?"

 

    "Dare."

 

    Kaz was silent, and Nikolai could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. Considering all options, what might happen if he asked this or that of the prince—meanwhile, his lips remained still.

 

    "Should I take a shot?" Nikolai prompted, deliberately ignoring his own notice of how still Kaz’s lips remained.

 

    "No. That's a coward's move. Call the last person you slept with."

 

    Nikolai felt his ears grow red as he took his phone from his pocket. Who would it have been? Dominik had been his first. Before they'd enlisted, a young teenage fling. Obviously not him. Amanda had been next and temporary, around the time they'd all created the theater troupe. Zoya had been before he'd moved in with Matthias… had it really been that long? He scrolled through his contacts, clicking on Zoya Nazyalensky.

 

    Zoya frowned. "Really? It's been months."

 

    "You should pick up your phone," Nikolai said, bringing his own to his ear. "I think I hear it ringing."

 

    Zoya rolled her eyes, answering. "Hello?"

 

    "Truth or dare?"

 

    "Truth."

 

    "Who's your favorite person in this room?"

 

    "Inej." Zoya hung up with a click. "Inej, truth or dare?"

 

    "Dare," Inej replied.

 

    "I dare you to do an aerial cartwheel."

 

    Inej grinned. "At your service." She moved a couple of chairs out of the way, then took a leading step-hop-thing that Nikolai did not know the name of, before launching herself into the air. It seemed like an eternity before she landed, as graceful as she'd been ten seconds earlier. "Kaz, truth or dare?"

 

    "Truth."

 

    "So you'll do it for her and not for me?" Jesper asked incredulously.

 

    "Yes."

 

    "The question I've been curious about since I first met you," Inej declared grandly. "Are you, Kaz, a fan of Taylor Alison Swift?"

 

    Kaz was silent for a long moment. "...yes."

 

    "I knew it!" Jesper cried.

 

    Inej clapped her hands like she'd just won the lottery. "Your turn."

 

    "Wylan," Kaz said.

 

    "Dare."

 

    "Slap Jesper."

 

    "No, thank you." Wylan reached for a shot glass, tipping it up.

 

    "Aww, Wy," Jesper said, touched. "But what if I begged for it?"

 

    Wylan set the glass down. "That's completely different."

 

    "That's also gay," Nikolai said.

 

    "You're gay," Jesper snarked.

 

    "B-I-S-E-X-U-A-L."

 

    "D-i-d-i-a-s-k-?" Jesper asked, pronouncing the words 'question mark'.

 

    "Nikolai, truth or dare?" Wylan asked, interrupting them.

 

    "Dare."

 

    "I dare you to get me another drink."

 

    "And me," Jesper supplied.

 

    "And Jesper."

 

    "And get Jesper?" Nikolai asked, making his way to the bar to get their drinks. "And here I thought dares were supposed to be difficult."

 

    "You're funny," Jesper said, as Nikolai handed Wylan his drink, then Jesper his. "Thanks, love," he continued, then puckered his lips for a kiss.

 

    Nikolai glanced to Wylan to gauge his opinion, and the tight set of his own lips said all Nikolai needed to know. He touched a finger against Jesper's lips, turning the Zemeni's attention to the drink. "You're welcome. Alexei, truth or dare?" he asked, turning toward Jesper's ex.

 

    Alexei took a shot. "Jesper, truth or dare?"

 

    "Dare," Jesper said warily.

 

    Kaz stared Alexei down in a dark glare as Wylan reached for an empty bottle, setting it down in the center of the circle.

 

    "Oooh, spin the bottle!" Jesper cried.

 

    "I'll spin it first," Wylan said, giving it a twist. It landed on Jesper, who pulled him in, kissing him with obscene sounds that must have made Alexei have a few flashbacks.

 

    "There should be rules," Alexei announced coolly.

 

    "Agreed," Amanda said.

 

    "Spinner spins, spinner asks the person it lands on if they want a lip or cheek kiss, do as they say, then the kissed becomes the next spinner," Jesper listed off, against Wylan's lips, then reached for the bottle and spun it.

 

    It landed on Amanda.

 

    "My condolences, Jes," Nikolai quipped.

 

    "What are the chances he kisses everyone tonight?" Amanda murmured snidely to Alexei.

 

    "It wouldn't be the first time," he replied.

 

    Nikolai found himself halfway out of his chair before Alexei had finished his sentence, rage coursing through him. Insulting his friends constantly at his party. Why the hell had they come if this was how they were going to treat everyone?

 

    "You wouldn't want your sparkling reputation soured the week before your show, would you, Nikolai?" Alexei asked, sickeningly sweetly.

 

    Nikolai frowned, internally fuming. The worst thing about it was the fact that Alexei was right. He sat back down, though not one bit of his mood was smoothed.

 

    Kaz stood. "It would be a shame if your reputation was soured a week before your show, wouldn't it?" he asked Nikolai, then turned to Alexei and Amanda. "I'm afraid you two aren't welcome at this party anymore."

 

    "An un-invitation comes from a host," Alexei admonished, "not some thief off the street."

 

    Kaz strode across the circle of chairs, his steps slightly offset from having been on his feet nearly the entire day. "I don't recall asking for your opinion," he said shortly, grabbing Alexei's collar and pulling him to his feet. "Are you going to walk out with your big boy legs, or do I have to drag you out?"

 

    "Are you going to pick a fight with me, or someone who's as much of a crip as you?" Alexei snapped back.

 

    "I can make you a crip if you'd prefer a fairer fight."

 

    "Just attempting to hold a conversation with you seems to turn anyone mentally handicapped, looking at Jesper, so it seems you won't even have to try."

 

     Kaz was still as a statue one moment, then the next moment his fist was flying, slamming into Alexei's face, then his chest and stomach, sending him falling backward into his chair. Nikolai noted that Nina's fingers flexed, though nothing seemed to happen from it.

 

    Amanda got to her feet, offering Alexei a hand. "Fuck you guys. We're leaving," she said, as she helped him to his feet.

 

    "I could kiss you, Kaz," Jesper announced, as Alexei glared daggers over a bloodsoaked hand covering his nose and mouth while Amanda guided him to the door.

 

    "No."

 

    Nikolai stood up. "Who wants more to drink?" he asked.

 

    "I do," Kaz said.

 

    "Me!" Jesper cried.

 

    "Please," Zoya added.

 

    "Get some popcorn with that, will you?" Nina asked.

 

    "Should I make it the center of s'mores?" Nikolai asked.

 

    "Please," Nina pleaded.

 

    Nikolai returned with drinks, and Jesper reached for the bottle. "Should I spin again?"

 

    "By all means," Nikolai said, finishing handing out drinks and then sitting down.

 

    The bottle slowed, landing on Kaz, and Jesper blew a kiss toward him. "Your turn."

 

    Kaz rolled his eyes and spun it, and Nikolai felt as though it was in slow motion as it slowed to a stop pointed at him.

 

    Time seemed to stop entirely, as Kaz's impassive gaze moved to him. Asking for an out? Maybe?

 

    "Let's spice things up!" Jesper cried. "Seven minutes in heaven. Find a different room," he instructed Kaz, who looked at him, then back at Nikolai.

 

    Nikolai stood. "I love that game." He offered a hand, palm up, to Kaz. An invitation. Please, take it, he pleaded silently.

 

    "Fine," Kaz said, taking it. Nikolai led the way toward the bathroom, opening the door, stepping in, waiting for Kaz to follow, then shutting it and locking it. He hopped up on the counter, waiting, and then realized he still hadn't let go.

 

    And neither had Kaz.

 

    "So."

 

    "So."

 

    "Since the bottle landed on me, I have to ask. Would you rather punch me, or have me kissed by Jesper?" Nikolai joked, hoping to relieve some of the tension.

 

    "Punch you."

 

    "I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing."

 

    "I don't want him to kiss you," Kaz said, his eyes flicking to their still entwined hands. "I don't want anyone to kiss you."

 

    "You'd prefer that I remain romantically and sexually unsuccessful?"

 

    "I would."

 

    Nikolai shifted. "So you can get all the money I have tucked away, instead of just being paid when you do jobs that benefit me?"

 

    "Yes."

 

    "You know what I'd like?"

 

    "What?"

 

    Nikolai hesitated. "When you punched Alexei, Jesper said he could kiss you." He paused again. "Given the opportunity, I'd like to."

 

    "Okay," was all the answer Kaz gave.

 

    Nikolai let the room be still for a long moment. He knew he was more intoxicated than he felt… the question was, how much of Kaz's reception to his advances were genuine and how much consisted of his own projection. "I'm drunk," he acknowledged, dropping Kaz's hand.

 

    "Okay," Kaz replied. "I am, too."

 

    Nikolai cleared his throat, scooting back on the counter some. "My ex is an ass. And it doesn't help that her new partner, Jesper's ex, is, too."

 

    "I agree."

 

    Nikolai frowned. "In the beginning, they weren't. Jesper met Alexei when he worked at that shop with his sisters, and Amanda was a regular patron and we hit it off, and then we all started hanging out and one thing led to another. And then when Amanda and I made it official around when we put the troupe together, Jes got cold feet, and Alexei couldn't handle it and quit hanging out. He dropped out of that show last minute, and then Amanda broke up with me because she said I was too harsh on his ass about it, and now… here we are."

 

    Kaz was silent for a long moment. "Well. In my opinion, you dodged a bullet."

 

    "Who wouldn't want a partner to help them to the door after an intimidating man in black wearing gloves busted their nose?"

 

    "Who wouldn't want someone to bust someone's nose who insulted them and their best friend repeatedly in the same night?"

 

    Nikolai smirked. "It was excellent to witness."

 

    Kaz flexed his fingers. "Good."

 

    Nikolai reached for his hand again. "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

 

    "I'm fine," Kaz answered shortly.

 

    Nikolai began to ease the glove off of his hand, and Kaz—shockingly—didn't resist. The skin was already beginning to bruise, a spot on one of his fingers where he'd likely caught Alexei's tooth or something having torn the skin open. Nikolai reached over, getting a paper towel from beside the sink and running it under the water, then placed it over the bruise. "There."

 

    "There are only two minutes left," Kaz observed.

 

    "So? Like Jesper can't keep a group of eighteen people entertained and not watching the clock," Nikolai replied, then lifted his eyes from Kaz's hand to his face.

 

    Kaz was looking at him, his eyes dark. Calculating. Nikolai felt pinned beneath his gaze, like a moth on a board. Stabbed through completely until his motions grew still. The constant mess of his nerves, flurry of his mind, rushing from one task to the next, fell silent.

 

    "Thirty seconds," Kaz said.

 

    "They can wait."

 

    Kaz stared at his own hand for a long moment, then reached for another paper towel, dropping the damp one in the trash and wrapping a dry one around his injured finger. He grabbed his glove off of the counter beside Nikolai, tugging it on, and reached for the door handle. "Time's up," he said, pulling the door open and walking out.

 

    Nikolai watched him go, then ran a hand through his own hair, checking his mask's alignment in the mirror. Fucking idiot. He'd messed up, somehow.

 

    How?

 

    He slid off of the counter and the floor rushed to meet him, getting much closer than it should've. Shit. Something hard and unyielding met his face, and his vision swam before going dark.

Notes:

can confirm i read “B-I-S-E-X-U-A-L” in full chappell roan fashion <3

Chapter 18: xviii

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: what the fuck happened last night

bangbangbi: @Boss

 

Cultist: shhhh too early

 

bangbangbi: where's kaz???

bangbangbi: not the kitchen

bangbangbi: nikolai's the only one in his room

bangbangbi: and in his bed??????

 

knife wife: you put him there, Jes

 

bangbangbi: i did???????????

 

merchling: Rundown. Amanda decided to call authorities for an assault on Alexei and got Kaz arrested. He said to get Nikolai back to the Slat

merchling: Statements were taken from everyone there but the only evidence was Alexei's injuries and the rest of us wouldn't say anything so

merchling: Surprisingly even Zoya wouldn't make a statement

 

bangbangbi: wild

 

coolest privateer: all of you shut up with blowing up my phone give me a sec to transfer money once my head quits making me want to take a chainsaw to it

coolest privateer: @bangbangbi can i borrow your guns, since i have no chainsaw available

 

bangbangbi: 💪💪

bangbangbi: there ya go

 

coolest privateer: blocked

 

bangbangbi: <3

 

Cultist: NIKOLAI LANTSOV

Cultist: MY THIRD FAVORITE PERSON

 

coolest privateer: :)

 

merchling: Lol

 

knife wife: woooooooow


Cultist: why do you think i said third, darling

Cultist: tier goes first you, then matty, then nikolai

 

Matthias Helvar: 

All,

No one is going to mention Kaz is in jail right now?

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

Cultist: matty we talked about this

 

bangbangbi: psst kaz in jail is just tuesday

bangbangbi: average tuesday

bangbangbi: idk they'll let him go from not enough evidence

bangbangbi: might take a few days maybe a week because they like making his take forever

bangbangbi: but he'll be out

 

coolest privateer: a week?

 

knife wife: yeah it's Kaz

 

coolest privateer: i don't know why i'm surprised tbh

 

 


[M&Ns]

 

Matthias:

Nikolai,

Are you currently preparing plans to go pay them all off anonymously to free him?

Matthias Benedik Helvar

 

Nikolai: maybe

Nikolai: also nina told us of the miracles she worked i know for a fact you can text like a normal person :)

 

Matthias: Darn.

 

Nikolai: there ya go

Nikolai: just missing the curses

 

Matthias: Never.

 

 


[a lack of brotherly affection]

(Nikolai, Vasily)

 

primary annoyance: vasily

 

pain in the ass: nikolai

pain in the ass: what now

 

primary annoyance: no shot we've got extra kruge?

 

pain in the ass: always

pain in the ass: but i didn't say that

pain in the ass: just make sure there's still enough for that Friesian i sent you the link to

pain in the ass: literally that stud's got the blood of a beast i swear

 

primary annoyance: done

primary annoyance: coming to the show?

 

pain in the ass: hell no

pain in the ass: i don't need to see yet another show about a story i've heard a trillion times

pain in the ass: <3

 

primary annoyance: enjoy your 74th horse purchase this month ig

 

pain in the ass: HEY

pain in the ass: it's 64th

 

primary annoyance: crucify me for not paying attention then ig lmao

 

pain in the ass: i'd love to :)

 

primary annoyance: 🖕

 

pain in the ass: 🖕

pain in the ass: by the way i heard about your party last night

pain in the ass: and the fact that you left said party unconscious

pain in the ass: next time you drink till you can't function call Mother's driver instead of getting in the car with some random ass guy your nearly equally drunk "friend" chooses

 

primary annoyance: you don't even know the half of what happened

 

pain in the ass: nor do i want to

pain in the ass: Father just says keep your head out of your ass and ass out of the gutter

pain in the ass: ^my words not his

pain in the ass: obviously

 

primary annoyance: i'll take his advice and opinion with exactly the seasoning it deserves :)

 

pain in the ass: one singular grain of salt 💀

 

primary annoyance: real

 

 


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Cultist: btw nikolai what went down when nobody could see? 👀

 

coolest privateer: not your concern, Zenik :)

 

 


[theater kids]

 

elphaba: what happened.

 

galinda: ?

 

elphaba: last night.

 

galinda: from you getting the ring, from kaz beating the shit out of alexei, or from you and kaz playing seven minutes in heaven while drunk out of your minds?

 

elphaba: what.

 

galinda: what what

 

elphaba: tell me he kissed me

 

galinda: no clue he's not saying a word and you were unconscious 💀

 

elphaba: NO

 

galinda: he says you jumped off the counter and hit your head but idk maybe you kissed him and he cracked you in the skull with his cane

galinda: either one is possible

 

elphaba: throttling you

 

galinda: please?

 

elphaba: whore

 

galinda: and proud of it

galinda: happy june, fag <3

 

elphaba: 😭

 

 


[The Tortured Corvids Department]

 

Cultist: PLEASE

Cultist: whatever be secretive i'll go make out with my bf

 

Matthias Helvar: Nina.

 

Cultist: 😩 say my name again

 

merchling: Sweet gesundheit

 

bangbangbi: THAT WASN'T EVEN CLOSE WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOUR PHONE WYLAN

 

merchling: Rip to my ears

 

bangbangbi: mb

 

coolest privateer: you're all weirdos

coolest privateer: oddballs, if you will

 

Cultist: i will

 

Matthias Helvar: I have a question.

 

bangbangbi: answer pending

 

Matthias Helvar: Excellent.

Matthias Helvar: A friend of mine is asking me to go to a drag show with him. From the sound of his description, he is not referring to drag racing.

Matthias Helvar: What is a drag show?

 

bangbangbi: EDUCATION NEEDED

bangbangbi: NINA

bangbangbi: WE'RE TAKING HIM TO SEE POPPY

 

Cultist: ANY EXCUSE TO SEE POPPY

Cultist: wait what friend

 

Matthias Helvar: Someone who helped me right after I left the Court.

 

Cultist: OH HIM

Cultist: slay you'll have a blast

 

Matthias Helvar: Okay.

Matthias Helvar: I assume "Poppy" does not refer to flowers.

 

Cultist: poppy cox

Cultist: one of my favorite people <3

 

knife wife: you have a lot of favorite people, Nina Zenik

 

Cultist: and yet i am so picky

Cultist: this chat only has six of my favorite people in it!

Cultist: pretty much everyone except kaz, btw

Cultist: <3

 

coolest privateer: okay then

coolest privateer: meanwhile i'm working on getting him out

 

bangbangbi: good luck lmao

 

coolest privateer: thanks, might need it :/

Notes:

guys i love vasily
temporarily

Chapter 19: xix

Notes:

insert warning here about torture and police brutality.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

    Kaz leaned against the bars of the holding cell they'd placed him in, fidgeting with the lock.

 

    It had been a while since he'd been locked up. His head still buzzed from the alcohol, having absolutely nothing to do with the proximity to Nikolai Lantsov.

 


 

    "Jesper said he could kiss you. Given the opportunity, I'd like to."

 

    In his head, Kaz froze. Yes. Please. Anything you want.

 

    "Okay."

 

    "I'm drunk," Nikolai had said, dropping Kaz's hand and moving backward.

 

    Don't go. "Okay. I am, too."

 


 

    Nikolai had talked about his ex, and Jesper's ex, and Kaz was finding himself more and more glad to have beaten Alexei's ass.  He answered appropriately, his eyes involuntarily focusing in on Nikolai's lips as they moved.

 


 

    "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Nikolai was saying, reaching for Kaz's hand.

 

    "I'm fine," Kaz answered, but didn't stop him. The glove came off. Bruises, a split in his skin. Kaz watched Nikolai as he reached for a paper towel, running it under cool water and laying it over the bruises.

 

    "Thirty seconds," Kaz reminded, as Nikolai looked at him.

 

    "They can wait."

 

    The world could wait. Kaz would take hold of Nikolai Lantsov and fucking fly, if he asked. Find a way, regardless of "physics" and "gravity". He stared at his own hand for a long moment, his mind counting down. At fifteen, he reached for a fresh paper towel, throwing the damp one away. By seven, he had it wrapped around the cut finger, and by two he had his glove back on. He reached for the door handle as his mental timer hit zero. "Time's up," he said, pulling it open and stepping through.

 

    Then, there was a thud and crash behind him, and suddenly, he wasn't flying anymore.

 

    In the main room, multiple stadwatch guards were standing, talking to Alexei and Amanda. Kaz yanked the door to the bathroom shut, whipping his phone out to shoot Jesper a text.

 


[Jazhands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Nikolai fell, I believe. Make certain he gets to the Slat without harm.

Kazzle Dazzle: He is still the provider of funds for the job. If I go unpaid, it will be your fault.

 

 


 

    The stadwatch officers turned to look at him as Amanda pointed toward him. Kaz walked forward, deleting the messages from his phone and the entire conversations about the heist. "Hello. What may I do for you?"

 

    "This young lady insists you assaulted her partner," the main officer announced, referring to Amanda.

 

    "I did no such thing," Kaz replied. "If I had, wouldn't there be evidence?"

 

    The officer lifted Alexei's hair out of the way, revealing the incredibly satisfying bruised and bloody state of his face.

 

    "Of me assaulting him," Kaz clarified. "Why, to do so would ruin my hands entirely, especially with as messed up as his face is." He paused. "Or is that his natural state?"

 

    Alexei glared.

 

    "Take his gloves off," Amanda instructed.

 

    The officer looked at her. "That is an invasion of—"

 

    "I'll do it for you," Kaz had announced, gently tugging the glove off of his hand, the paper towel with it. The last bit of bruising faded as he pulled the glove away. "See? I'm innocent."

 

    Nina relaxed her hands, tucking them beneath her skirts once more.

 

    The officer paused, looking at him. "Wait a moment. You're Kaz Brekker. Wanted in connection to a string of crimes in the center of the Barrel."

 

    Kaz frowned. "None of those charges were ever conclusive—"

 

    "Come with me," the officer insisted. "You're under arrest for reasonable suspicion of assault and evasion of justice."

 

    Kaz was silent, considering.

 

    Jesper would play target practice with any one of these idiots if Kaz so much as gave the word, he knew. Nina could have three of them on their knees quickly. Inej would easily get them stuck up like porcupines' predators if needed.

 

    Or he could go along until they inevitably let him go on a lack of evidence. The cameras were still out, his crows wouldn't speak against him (he hoped), and his hands bore no injury, thanks to Nina Zenik.

 

    "Fine," he'd said, and followed the officers to the door. The paper towel he dropped in Wylan's lap as he passed, and the gloves he slipped to Inej. Blood could be found on them, if searched for.

 


 

    Of course, that now meant that in addition to having left Nikolai on his own, Kaz did not have his gloves.

 

    He'd be fine.

 

    Grand, even.

 

    If it weren't for the damned bars of the cell.

 

    He had no way of knowing if the others had made it back to the Slat. I wish I'd kissed him.

 

    Shut up, he instructed himeself. A rap against his fingers on the bars had Kaz pulling them back in.

 

    "Lights out," an officer announced, then shut out the lights, plunging the cell into darkness.

 

    Lovely.

 

    Partway through the night, the officer was replaced by a different one. As they talked, Kaz realized he knew this one. Geels. He wasn't well off in the money department, and he had a girlfriend somewhere on the south side of Ketterdam. Kaz had tried to make a deal with him once, knowing his greed. Geels had managed to convince one of Kaz's seconds to attempt to double-cross him, and it had ended horribly for him.

 

    Of course, that could mean Geels had a vendetta. Maybe he'd placed himself here on purpose, to use his position as leverage to get revenge.

 

    Kaz edged backward, away from the bars. They'd taken his mask, coat, and cane, along with the few weapons he kept on him at all times. He'd swallowed his picks, but they wouldn't do much good with a guard right there.

 

    "Mister Brekker," Geels said, "don't think I've forgotten you're there."

 

    Kaz set his jaw. Of course not.

 

    He heard the creak of a chair as Geels stood, then the sound of his shoes hitting the ground as he walked toward Kaz's cell. "As it turns out, I'm supposed to get a bit of information from you," he said, unlocking the door and then pulling it open. "Put these on." He held out a pair of handcuffs and Kaz nearly laughed. He'd be able to unlock those in two seconds flat. He placed his hands in them anyway, and Geels locked them, then took him harshly by the arm and led him to an interrogation room. The same one he'd been in last time.

 

    Geels locked the cuffs to the table, then put a file down on it and opened it, moving to the other side, putting himself between Kaz and the door. "Let's see. With all of your previous crimes–"

 

    "Alleged. None of which have had enough evidence to convict."

 

    "Right." Geels rolled his eyes. "And with your current conviction of assault–"

 

    "Charge."

 

    "-it would take a lot to get you free right now. However, if you're willing to talk about things, I could make it sooner."

 

    Kaz settled back in his chair. "I could chat all evening. How is Elise doing?"

 

    Geels made a mark in the file. "So the reports of you being a stalker and a hacker are true."

 

    "I was simply curious if you'd found another stupid blonde to pay to spend time with or not."

 

    Geels's nostrils flared.

 

    "Additionally, that is incorrect. I never gather my own information. I have sources, and the internet is literally in the palm of anyone's hand."

 

    "How many people are in your gang? I want names," Geels said.

 

    "Bonnie, Clyde, Romeo, Juliet, and the Three Stooges."

 

    "You're funny. I'll bet those are code names. Who's Bonnie? Juliet? Bet one is your Wraith, and the other your sharpshooter. How many are in your gang?"

 

    "Seventy two thousand twenty three."

 

    "I will find them," Geels snarled. "For now I have to step outside." He stood, moving to the door and opening it before leaving the room entirely.

 

    Kaz considered the cuffs. As entertaining—and easy—as it was to infuriate Geels, he was getting tired of being locked up on terms that weren't his own.

 

    A different officer opened the door. "Mister Brekker?"

 

    "That's the name I've been called by," Kaz replied, looking up and leaving the cuffs alone.

 

    "I have made a call to your place of residence. The person who answered said her name was Zoya, and instructed me to instruct you to 'fuck yourself gently', then hung up."

 

    Kaz didn't let his facial features shift. So Zoya, at least, had gone to the Slat. Which likely meant Inej and Nikolai had as well. "You're dismissed," he announced, and savored the offended look on the officer's face as he turned away and the officer left the room.

 

    When the door opened again, it was Geels once more, a dark blue duffel bag in hand. He shut the door, then set the bag on the table with a heavy thud. "You mentioned Elise."

 

    "I did."

 

    "There has been a string of crimes in the Barrel, Mister Brekker. Including break-ins, robberies, holdups, kidnappings, murders…" Geels listed as the door opened once more. A thin man entered the room, short as well. Kaz recognized him. Oomen, an officer that had long been known for a lack of care for upholding the law. Corruption at its finest, Inej had dealt with him before and left her own mark. Geels stepped back, and Oomen opened the bag, sifting through its contents. "I know you're quite active there."

 

    "I am,” Kaz said drily. “I go for a run at four o'clock every morning.”

 

    "I mean in the criminal circles. Don't think we don't know about the gambling den you run." Geels flipped through the file. "Until now, it hadn't been worth messing with. It's money laundering, same as several other businesses in the Barrel." He paused. "Now, what we had not expected was human trafficking."

 

    Kaz's attention was caught. "What?"

 

    "The last seen place of several people who have gone missing lately seems to be your Crow Club." Geels looked up. "All of them pretty young girls who are simply trying to make a living."

 

    "Girls forced into selling their own skin to survive, evicted from their homes and sent to the streets." Kaz hadn't asked how many homeless prostitutes in the Barrel had been given lodging by the Wraith at the Crow Club, and as long as they were off of the floor in time for grunts to clean up for business hours and stayed out of his shit, he didn't care.

 

    Oomen pulled something from the bag, grabbing hold of Kaz's hair to force his head to the side. Pain instead of brute force, pulling the hair until Kaz's head shifted of its own accord rather than the pressure on the muscles of his neck and shoulder. Oomen pressed something with two prongs against Kaz's neck. "Tell the truth, my friend," he crooned.

 

    "I don't know anything about any disappearing girls," Kaz insisted, then heard a click. His body seized up as electric currents flew through his body, the prongs of the taser disappearing from his neck.

 

    "Elise is one of them," Geels snarled. "I want to know where those girls are."

 

    Kaz forced himself to breathe, though remained silent.

 

    "Where are those girls?!" Geels got to his feet. "Use them all, Oomen, I don't care. Get the location of those girls if it's the last thing he says before he dies." He went to the door. "I'll get the Wraith in here."

 

    "Good luck," Kaz said, forcing the words past lips that didn't want to move.

 

    The door slammed shut behind Geels, and Oomen turned back toward Kaz with a jar that held three rodents of some sort in one hand and a large lighter in the other. He pressed one of Kaz's hands down flat on the table (which was difficult to do, since all of his muscles felt locked and clenched), then opened the jar and pressed the open end into Kaz's palm. "Where are they?" he asked, then turned the flame on and held it to the bottom of the jar. "How much good will Dirtyhands do, how many locks will he pick, when his hands are eaten through?"

 

    Kaz twitched as he felt the scrape of teeth against his palm. Nina can help, he reminded himself. Nina will help.

 

    But could Nina rebuild a mutilated hand? That, Kaz wasn't sure about. There was only one thing he was absolutely sure of.

 

    Inej’s girls would be untouched. And wherever the others were, Elise and the rest, there was a lot he’d do to keep them out of the hands of these men.

Notes:

for the record, i don’t condone anyone’s actions here!

also, i’m so sorry it’s been so long since my last update. i’ve been suuuuuuuper busy. i’ll be in a play in december! a sequel to The Nutcracker, it’s about Clara’s children as they learn to be better to one another and make some lovely friends along the way. i’ll play a jack-in-the-box tiger named Valentina!

Chapter 20: xx

Notes:

hi!
wow it has been a While!
love you guys and love my crows <3
and immense thanks to sunrise_BookNerd for helping out a bunch with this chapter! as always 💀

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    When Nikolai showed up at the stadwatch building, he wasn't sure what he expected. He knocked, and a rather large officer with a badge that said "Geels" opened the door.

 

    "What business?" he asked.

 

    "I'm here to speak with whoever's in charge and to see my client," Nikolai answered, offering a hand to shake. "I'm Mister Brekker's legal advisor."

 

    Geels turned up his nose, stepping aside. "He's busy at the moment. You may wait out here."

 

    Nikolai lifted a brow. "I would like to see my client now."

 

    Geels frowned further. "I would be the person in charge. And I say Mister Brekker is busy, and if you have something to say you can say it to me."

 

    Nikolai stepped into the building. "Lieutenant Geels. I believe I've heard of you."

 

    Geels opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a cry of pain.

 

    Kaz.

 

    Nikolai pushed past him, following the sound to its source. He slammed open the door to an interrogation room and found Kaz curled in on himself with pain as a jar was pressed into his palm. The jar held three rodents, and another officer held flames against the base of it. Heating the air within so the rodents became desperate to escape.

 

    Nikolai felt ill when he realized what that meant they were doing to Kaz's hand.

 

    He charged forward, knocking aside the officer holding the jar. The animals went skittering across the table, and the officer whirled, bringing a fist around to hit Nikolai. Nikolai caught hold of it and shoved his knee up into the man's groin, then shoved him backward against the wall, where he slid to the floor.

 

    Geels stood in the doorway, a look of fury on his face. "Interfering with investigations is illegal, sir."

 

    Nikolai strode toward him, pulling him into the room and shutting the door. "And brutality and abuse of authority are not?" He shoved Geels into the chair opposite Kaz at the table and propped his foot up on Geels's thigh. "Now, we're going to have a civil conversation, and neither of you are going to make a move until we've come to an agreement. I am Nikolai Lantsov. I could snap my fingers and have you both unemployed and in the street in a moment. What I'm going to do instead, though, is offer you each two thousand kruge and the chance to let Mister Brekker go, free of all charges, since you have no evidence to back them anyway."

 

    Geels glared at him. "You don't wanna make enemies of us, young man."

 

    Nikolai leaned in close. "No, sir. You don't want to make an enemy of me."

 

    Geels reached up and took hold of Nikolai's collar, and Nikolai grabbed hold of his wrist, yanking his arm to the side and twisting it backward until his shoulder popped from its socket.

 

    "Seems as though you'll need that two thousand kruge to live from, since you'll be out of work for a little while until your shoulder heals," Nikolai said coolly.

 

    Geels looked as though he might cry.

 

    "Do we have a deal?"

 

    Geels nodded silently and Nikolai stepped back, reaching for his wallet.

 

    "Watch out," Kaz snarled hoarsely, and Nikolai turned to see the other officer pick a taser up and turn it toward him. Nikolai caught hold of the gun, turning it and pressing it against the officer himself as he pressed the trigger. The officer froze, his body jolting with the shock, until he fell back against the wall again. Nikolai heard the clink of glass against metal and turned to see Geels collect the rodents in the jar again, and Nikolai snatched it from him, then shoved him backward and forced the jar into the other officer's hand, pressing it to the floor and setting up the lighter so it would heat up the jar without Nikolai needing to hold it. He turned back to Geels.

 

    "Deal, or no deal?"

 

    Geels nodded, holding out a key. "For the cuffs."

 

    Nikolai reached for his wallet, taking the kruge from it and dropping it on the table. "And for damages, it's nineteen hundred each. Not two thousand." He took the key, unlocking the cuffs on Kaz's wrists, and helped him stand. "Enjoy the rest of your day." He looked in the bag and found Kaz's phone, cane, coat, and mask from the party, in addition to several other instruments of torment, then decided just to pick up the entire thing and bring it with him. He offered Kaz his cane and he took it, leaning heavily on it as he made his way out the door.

 

    Nikolai followed.

 

 


[Kaz Enthusiasts]

 

man (derogatory): he's safe

 

spider (complimentary): good

 

man (derogatory): we're going to the slat

man (derogatory): put his gloves in the kitchen and get nina and jes in there too

man (derogatory): don't let matthias or wylan in

 

spider (complimentary): okay

 

 


Kaz’s POV

 

    When Kaz sat down in the front seat of Nikolai's car, he waited while the dumbass opened every single door and then closed them before sitting down.

 

    "Are you okay?" Nikolai asked, turning and looking him over.

 

    "I will be fine," Kaz replied shortly, his throat still tight from the taser. All of his muscles felt angry.

 

    "Okay." Nikolai hesitated for a long moment. "Can I see your hand?"

 

    Kaz paused, and thinking about the damage made it all rise back to the surface. The tissue burned, and he could still feel the bloody mess, but at least the damn teeth weren't in it anymore. He held his hand out toward Nikolai, glaring out the window in the process.

 

    He felt the light touch of fingertips on his wrist, then felt his hand being lowered, his arm laid to rest on the center console as Nikolai started the car up and got out his phone. "Texting Inej," he explained, and Kaz nodded.

 

    "The Slat, or somewhere else?" Nikolai asked, and it took Kaz a moment to realize he was requesting a destination.

 

    "The Slat," Kaz answered.

 

    The rest of the drive was suffocating silence.

 

    When they arrived at the Slat, Nikolai insisted on carrying nearly everything inside himself, rather than let Kaz carry anything. Nina gave him terse orders to put his hand down on the table, sending Nikolai on a flurry of errands to fetch cleaning supplies and such.

 

    "What the fuck did this?" Nina asked, her nose all but pressed to Kaz's skin as she examined his hand.

 

    "Rodents," Kaz answered.

 

    "Damn."

 

    "They had them in a jar," Nikolai supplied helpfully. "Lit a lighter under it to get them to eat their way out."

 

    Nina exhaled carefully. "I've seen the aftermath of worse."

 

    Nikolai set the things down, leaning over the table.

 

    "Quit hovering," Nina snapped.

 

    Nikolai moved over to the coffee maker as Nina started working on Kaz's hand.

 

    "Nikolai. Take Zoya to get my car," Kaz said. "She may not drive it, so take hers out there and bring mine back."

 

    Nikolai looked sharply at him. "No one drives your car."

 

    Kaz lifted a brow.

 

    "I have," Inej said.

 

    "That was an urgent situation," Kaz told her.

 

    "I still have."

 

    "Go, Lantsov," Kaz snapped, the pain and fatigue getting to him.

 

    Nikolai left the room.

 

    "Inej. What do you know of the girls who sleep at the Crow Club in the hours when we're closed?" Kaz asked, as Nina finished cleaning his hand and set to work knitting the tissue back together.

 

    "I know their names," Inej answered. "I could find out more about them. Why?"

 

    "Are any of them named Elise?"

 

    "One of them. Blonde, short, she got there stick thin like she hadn't eaten enough in a long time."

 

    Kaz tested his fingers one at a time at Nina's direction. "Did she say anything about why?"

 

    "None of the girls offer any information unless they're asked for it, Kaz."

 

    "Good to know."

 

    "Well," Nina interrupted, "you won't be pistol-whipping like Jesper anytime soon, but your hand will be functional."

 

    Kaz flexed his hand, examining it. The skin at the center bore a large, mottled pink scar, and the pain was still there, simply not as intense. "Excellent." He stood. "Where are my gloves?"

 

    Inej took them from one of her numerous pockets. "Here."

 

    "How about a 'Thank you kindly, Nina Zenik, for saving my hand and keeping it from being entirely useless so I could never pick locks or pockets or pocks or lockets ever again'?" Nina quipped, collecting the mess of cleaning supplies as Kaz tugged his gloves on.

 

    "Nina, treasure," Kaz replied in the same tone, "won't you do me the honor of ordering waffles that I will end up paying for, as though you don't do it on a regular basis anyway?"

 

    Nina curtsied. "Now, that's more like it." She took her phone out and, carrying the supplies in one hand and her phone in the other, proceeded to order waffles while putting things away.

 

    "Where's Jesper?" Kaz asked Inej, standing up. She nodded to the corner opposite hers, and Kaz turned. Jesper was still standing there, looking as though all the blood had drained from his face. "What?"

 

    "Why did they do that to you?" Jesper asked, his eyes on Kaz's hand still.

 

    "It was Geels. He's probably still ruffled about the shipyard and Elise was missing. I've found her." Kaz strode to the door. "Lantsov paid him off. If Geels makes another move, I'll go myself to make sure he doesn't so much as breathe again."

 

    "Mind if I tag along?" Jesper asked, grabbing paper towels and dampening them to-presumably-clean the blood off of the table.

 

    "By all means," Kaz said, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf on his way out. "When Lantsov gets back, tell him to get his shit out of my room and get back to his house. Matthias hasn't been sick in days. I want my house back." Kaz didn't wait for an answer before he left the kitchen and forced himself up the stairs to his room, hanging up his coat and cane, tossing his mask on his desk, and getting to his chair.

 

    Happy show week kickoff to Kaz Brekker.

Chapter 21: xxi

Notes:

I have an instagram for my ao3 now! find me at Zeldee_Ao3. the picture is of my cat, Smokey :)

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[theater kids]

 

elphaba: so kaz and i talked

 

galinda: and fucked?

 

elphaba: no.

 

galinda: damn

 

elphaba: more invested in my sex life than the person who volunteered to be my backup plan apparently

 

galinda: help?

galinda: asffjkjdhng what di dyou talk about

 

elphaba: whether or not

elphaba: i

elphaba: should get a dog

 

galinda: …

galinda: Nikolai. Yevgeni. Ivan. Alexandrovitch. Lantsov.

 

elphaba: i knew telling you all my full name would come around to bite me in the ass

 

galinda: i'll bite yo– nvm

 

elphaba: gay

 

galinda: i have a BOYFRIEND

 

elphaba: LABELSSSSSSS

 

galinda: not what i meant

galinda: boytoy just sounds wrong

 

elphaba: you'd love it if he called you boytoy tho

 

galinda: …

galinda: you calling me a bottom?

 

elphaba: you'd love it if anyone called you a boytoy tbh

 

galinda: A WHORISH BOTTOM

galinda: HOW DARE YOU

 

elphaba: <3

 

galinda: </3

 

elphaba: :)

 

galinda: :(

galinda: also kaz was telling me about yesterday and why tf did you open all the car doors

 

elphaba: ??? so people would assume i was a dumbass instead of think i was doing something for him duh

 

galinda: oh

galinda: well it worked now he thinks you're a dumbass




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

coolest privateer: SHOW WEEK DAY ONE

coolest privateer: KILL ME NOW

 

Boss: No.

 

merchling: If we killed you then who would bribe cops to get Kaz out of jail

 

Cultist: help?

 

bangbangbi: see if this were in character my character would GLADLY kill yours but alas

bangbangbi: someone banned roleplay in the chat

 

merchling: You made it weird

 

bangbangbi: yeah so what

 

merchling: Big sigh

 

bangbangbi: womp womp

bangbangbi: also i second the motion to kill the theater kids whose bright idea was it to have rehearsals start at six in the morning during show week

 

coolest privateer: i believe i remember a certain someone insisting "theater from dawn to dusk!", so.

 

bangbangbi: WHY DIDN'T I SAY DUSK TO DAWN

bangbangbi: EVERYONE KNOWS SHARPSHOOTERS ARE NOCTURNAL

 

Boss: Not all of them.

 

merchling: Jesper you are not nocturnal

merchling: You sleep very hard at night

 

bangbangbi: you know what else is hard at night

 

coolest privateer: IM SURE HE DOES KNOW BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU NEED TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS

 

bangbangbi: 💀

 

merchling: 💀

 

bangbangbi: anyways i should get a free pass because i'm exhausted

 

coolest privateer: so is the rest of the cast

 

bangbangbi: BUT THE REST OF THE CAST DIDN'T SPEND LAST NIGHT EDUCATING MATTHIAS HELVAR

 

Cultist: WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND JESPER LLEWELLYN FAHEY

 

bangbangbi: WE WENT TO SEE POPPY COX.

 

Cultist: sounds sus

 

bangbangbi: 🙄




[escape artists]

 

Nikolai: so as it turns out we have technical difficulties

Nikolai: the person who was supposed to record the shows, take pictures throughout dress rehearsals, things like that is out with a nasty stomach bug

 

Kaz: And this is my problem, how?

Nikolai: well idk

Nikolai: i know you used to do some photography stuff but

Nikolai: pretty much i was gonna ask if i could see some of your work and ask a favor?

 

Kaz: To see it is a favor of its own. You would owe me two.

 

Nikolai: done

 

Kaz: Attachments: 15 Images

 

Nikolai: these are so good?????????

Nikolai: i like the twelfth one jesper's so photogenic

 

Kaz: Annoyingly so.

Kaz: Delete those. I'll resend correct ones. Those are not my portfolio.

 

Nikolai: ??? they're good regardless

 

Kaz: I sent the wrong album.

 

Nikolai: who's the one in the ninth one? playing guitar?

 

Kaz: It doesn't matter.




[theater kids]

 

elphaba: Attachment: 1 Image

elphaba: who's this?

 

galinda: WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE

galinda: WHOSE DEVICE DID YOU HACK

galinda: WHAT TIME MACHINE DID YOU USE

 

elphaba: I JUST ASKED A QUESTION SAINTS JESPER

 

galinda: sorry

galinda: but ????????

 

elphaba: who is it??? kaz sent it to me along with other pictures

 

galinda: jordan

 

elphaba: ?? who's jordan?

elphaba: an ex?

 

galinda: nope

galinda: you'd know him as jordie

galinda: my other foster brother?

 

elphaba: THAT'S JORDIE???

 

galinda: yeah

 

elphaba: shit i feel bad now

 

galinda: don't, it's fine

galinda: just don't bug him about the picture

galinda: did he send it on purpose?

 

elphaba: he was sending me stuff because he may or may not be filling in for our photographer

 

galinda: WHAT HAPPENED TO SARA

 

elphaba: SHE HAS A STOMACH BUG

 

galinda: oh

galinda: yeah kaz'll do great

 

elphaba: based on his portfolio, he'll do more than great

 

galinda: lmao he will

galinda: he's got serious talent just doesn't practice

 

elphaba: he does a little

elphaba: just doesn't share them

 

galinda: oh

galinda: how come he told you and not me :((((((

 

elphaba: hell if i know




[carpool]

 

Nina: are you packed?

 

Matthias: I am. Thank you for checking. Are you?

 

Nina: nope lmao

Nina: i wonder if i could convince any strong muscly men to come help me pack all the things i'll need…

 

Matthias: I'll be there in ten.

 

Nina: YAY




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Cultist: so

Cultist: since we haven't talked a lot in the chat

Cultist: new things since the party. shoot. inej first

 

knife wife: i don't have news?? literally just anika and roeder and pim are back i have work to do bye

 

Cultist: ok kaz

Cultist: it's your turn

Cultist: i would never compare anyone to kaz by listing his number, no one has hair bad enough

 

Boss: I will chop yours off in your sleep, Zenik.

 

Cultist: and it would still look better than yours

 

Boss: I have no news.

 

Cultist: oh damn

 

Boss: Except for the fact that Lantsov's troupe has a new photographer, and he owes me double.

 

Cultist: DAMN

 

Boss: Shut up.

 

Cultist: NO

Cultist: nikolai your turn

 

coolest privateer: no news. in rehearsal

 

bangbangbi: yeah neens stop blowing up our phones

 

Cultist: no

Cultist: put it on dnd

Cultist: i'll make sure to send plenty of pictures from the road trip!

 

Matthias Helvar: Everyone in this chat except for Nina, How does she have so many "essentials"?

 

merchling: They probably are essentials

 

Cultist: I'M SAYING

 

knife wife: just go with it that's the only advice we can give about your girlfriend

knife wife: also the only news from any of us in the last two weeks really is that news, nina, so i don't know why you're blowing up the chat for it

 

Cultist: SO I CAN BLOW UP THE CHAT ABOUT IT

Cultist: i'm going on a road trip with my BOYFRIEND and you all should be happy for me

 

knife wife: i am :)

 

Matthias Helvar: I am not half as happy for you as I am for myself, for the company I get to enjoy the entire way there.

 

merchling: Awe Nina keep him

 

Cultist: I WILL

 

bangbangbi: don't fall for it Wy she's just rubbing it in our faces that we don't have partners to go on road trips with 😭

 

merchling: Oh

 

Cultist: Attachment: 1 Image

Cultist: MY LITTLE HELPER

 

Boss: He does not look "little".

 

Cultist: shut up

 

Boss: No.

 

knife wife: dying

 

Cultist: HE JUST LOOKS SO SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE

 

knife wife: POOR MATTHIAS WHEN HE READS THE CHAT

 

Cultist: dw i call him that all the time

 

Boss: Do not inform me of your personal habits.

 

Cultist: you'll just have to imagine them then ig

 

Boss: I will do no such thing.

 

Cultist: shhhhhhhhh

 

bangbangbi: you should cancel your road trip and come to the showwwwwww

 

Cultist: I AM GOING TO THE SHOW JUST NOT OPENING NIGHT WHORE

Cultist: GOODBYE I HAVE PACKING TO DO (ordering matty around to do)

 

bangbangbi: (*matty to do)

 

Cultist: (in my dreams 🤤)

 

Boss: (Shut. Up.)

 

bangbangbi: (make me)

Notes:

for anyone who would like an inventory, current relationship statuses:
Kazolai-homoerotic but not settled at ALL
Zoyanej-official, but secretive
Wesper-complicated? but they're partners of some sort lol
Helnik-possibly official I don't remember but if not they will be soon !

quick reminder about instagram! hoping to get my follower count up :) it's exclusively Ao3 content + updates, as well as commentary on other fics, drum up support for my Ao3 friends. such as sunrise_BookNerd and whynotcherries <3

Chapter 22: xxii

Notes:

happy new year and my gosh it’s been a while
updates are so slow holy moly
enjoy!!

also keep in thoughts and prayers los angeles while they recover from the fires :( both the cities themselves that are in flames but also those struggling with air pollution ❤️

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[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

coolest privateer: @Boss your friend has a problem

 

Boss: I don't have friends.

 

knife wife: :(

 

Boss: Oh, look. There is my friend.

Boss: Inej, what is your problem?

 

coolest privateer: fine your brother has a problem

 

bangbangbi: just say jesper saints

 

coolest privateer: ok jesper saints has a problem

 

Boss: Is he impersonating Alina Starkov?

 

coolest privateer: BLOCKING EVERYONE IN THE CHAT

coolest privateer: look what he brought to rehearsal.

coolest privateer: Attachment: 1 Image

 

bangbangbi: milo has a brother :(

 

coolest privateer: MILO DID NOT NEED A BROTHER BADLY ENOUGH FOR YOU TO BE LATE TO REHEARSAL

 

Boss: He was late?

bangbangbi: by like ten minutes

 

coolest privateer: it was not ten

 

bangbangbi: fine twenty

 

coolest privateer: have you looked at a clock??

 

bangbangbi: FINE IT WAS FORTY FIVE MINUTES

 

coolest privateer: …

 

bangbangbi: two and a half hours isn't that much longer than ten minutes

 

Boss: What were you doing?

Boss: Do I want to know?

 

 


[Jazhands]

 

jes: wylan locked me out

jes: he says it was by accident but man is Petty so idk

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Congratulations.

 

jes: no not congratulations

jes: wylan being petty is not congratulations

 

 


[bicons]

 

king: hypothetically

king: how likely would it be for wylan to take my comment about none of the rest of us having partners personally

 

queen: we're talking about the same person, right?

queen: Very.

 

king: fucking damn it

 

queen: dw he might get over it

 

king: he will?

 

queen: in about seventeen decades

 

king: unhelpful

 

queen: i know

queen: also if you weren't with wylan where were you

 

king: i may or may not have hit cloud cumulus on the way to rehearsal

 

queen: you didn't

 

king: milo has a brother :)

 

queen: idiot

queen: how much of the pay from the museum job did you squander

 

king: only all of it

king: shhhhhh

 

queen: you have a problem ❤️

 

king: i knowwwwwww

 

 


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: my da arrives in two days

bangbangbi: kmn

 

merchling: My sister wants me to take her to the Barrel

merchling: Someone sane in this chat give me good reasons to feed her as to why it's a bad idea

 

bangbangbi: WAYJAY

 

coolest privateer: tell her it's boring here

 

Cultist: ah yes the notorious Boring Barrel

 

coolest privateer: i mean..

 

Cultist: day one of road trip is today

Cultist: why did i choose to do this :(

 

knife wife: because gas is way cheaper than plane tickets

 

Cultist: i could be eating shitty peanuts

 

knife wife: and instead you get time with your lovely boyfriend

 

Cultist: :((((

 

knife wife: :))))

 

bangbangbi: i expect updates, zenik

bangbangbi: until you're back in town

 

Cultist:

Dearest Jesper Llewellyn Fahey,

Day One. The Darkling is wearing the same shades of black that Kaz pulls off marginally better. Matthias is a pain in the ass, a thorn in my side, and a hundred shades of wonderful.

Sincerely,

Your Best and Dearest Friend,

Nina Zenik

Cultist: ^what i'd send when i got to the conference

 

bangbangbi: sobbing

 

coolest privateer: the only compliment from nina zenik kaz will ever get 💀

 

Boss: Good.

 

coolest privateer: goodbye, Nina. enjoy your trip

coolest privateer: and tell Matthias i said drive safe

 

Cultist: will do

 

 


[Jazhands]

 

jes: you're going to shows right

jes: with da?

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Yes.

 

jes: yay!

 

Kazzle Dazzle: However, if they are terrible due to you missing half of your rehearsals because you're back at the tables, I will not hesitate to tell him why.

 

jes: you have a death wish for me

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Maybe so.

 

jes: 😭

 

 


[escape artists]

 

Nikolai: do you want coffee after rehearsal? i'm going to stop at the shop

 

Kaz: Yes.

 

 


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: i need coffee money

 

merchling: Ask Milo's brother

 

bangbangbi: why the fuck would a goat have money

 

merchling: he's more likely to hold onto it even without thumbs than you are, evidently

 

 


[theater kids]

 

galinda: scratch coffee money can i have money for chocolate, raspberries, and flowers

 

elphaba: ??

 

galinda: i owe wylan an apology, i think

 

elphaba: CONGRATULATIONS FOR NOTICING

 

galinda: i'll fight you

 

elphaba: what is this apology supposed to accomplish?

 

galinda: making him not hate me?

 

elphaba: what about your behavior are you intending to change?

 

galinda: i don't know?? but he's mad and it's my fault

 

elphaba: was the comment inaccurate?

 

galinda: not exactly

 

elphaba: are you intending to ask him to be your partner?

 

galinda: hell no

galinda: show season relationships, my friend

 

elphaba: he's not in the show though

 

galinda: nor was alexei

 

elphaba: i don't know if you've noticed but wylan is not alexei

 

galinda: i know

galinda: but still

 

elphaba: and alexei was on the crew which basically counts

 

galinda: i know

 

elphaba: so basically there is no comparison, except that while alexei wanted nothing to do with you except fuck and hang out backstage when you wanted more, wylan wants more now while you're pulling back

 

galinda: i guess

 

elphaba: so

elphaba: if you want to

elphaba: get the man, babe

 

galinda: i don't know

 

elphaba: you could at least talk to him

 

galinda: i will

 

elphaba: good

 

 


[my chemical romance]

 

flute: can i come by please after rehearsal

 

flute blower: yes

 

flute: slay

 

 


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Cultist: entertain me i'm bored

 

knife wife: they're all busy

knife wife: Kaz and Nikolai are having coffee and Wylan and Jesper are doing something

 

Cultist: what are you up to?

 

knife wife: on the phone with Zoya

knife wife: she's about to leave for the airport though

 

Cultist: SO I GET YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION

 

knife wife: soon :)

knife wife: will you want to call? or not distract Matthias?

 

Cultist: we can call and i'll put it on speaker so he can contribute

Cultist: unless you'd rather just text

 

knife wife: he can say hi to Trassel, i'm watching him while Nikolai's at rehearsal all the time

 

Cultist: matty says if zoya doesn't do it he'll marry you

 

knife wife: awwww

Notes:

wesper my loves

also milo’s brother hello

Chapter 23: xxiii

Notes:

here's chapter 23!

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[theater kids]

 

galinda: so i talked to him

 

elphaba: spill

 

galinda: i apologized for saying something that hurt him and gave him flowers, and raspberries, and chocolate

galinda: basically, i walked up with the things, and i knelt down in the doorway of that shitty apartment and asked him to forgive me and he was silent for so long i thought he was about to kick me out but then he pulled me up and kissed me

galinda: and he said more things but those are private and i'm not sharing his story but basically raspberries were the right call and we're going to try to make it work

 

elphaba: 🥹

elphaba: beautiful

 

galinda: right?

galinda: like a fairy tale

 

elphaba: real

elphaba: we got coffee

 

galinda: we did?

galinda: when?

 

elphaba: no kaz and i did

 

galinda: WHAT

 

elphaba: CHILL

elphaba: it's just coffee

 

galinda: NO NOT CHILL

galinda: HE DOES NOT GET COFFEE

galinda: HE DEMANDS PIM BRING IT TO HIM

 

elphaba: well he got coffee with me

 

galinda: W H A T

 

elphaba: I DON'T KNOW




[Jazhands]

 

jes: YOU WENT FOR COFFEE.

 

Kazzle Dazzle: And you've picked up habits of nosing into other people's business.

 

jes: YOU NEVER GO FOR COFFEE

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I do.

 

jes: SAINTS

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I am not.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

coolest privateer: so btw show week so i will not be texting much anymore

coolest privateer: i shouldn't have been texting as much as i did yesterday

 

knife wife: you're good, focus on your show :) i can't wait to see it!

 

coolest privateer: :D

 

bangbangbi: Attachment: 3 Images

bangbangbi: considering switching up neyali's look what do you guys think

 

coolest privateer: i'm going to strangle you.

 

merchling: My job, Captain.

 

bangbangbi: UM

bangbangbi: I HAVE

bangbangbi: AN URGENT APPOINTMENT ELSEWHERE

 

coolest privateer: 😭

 

merchling: 😁

 

Cultist: i hate rain

Cultist: i mean i don't

Cultist: but it's so loud

 

knife wife: real

 

Cultist: omg

Cultist: brb

 

knife wife: ?

 

bangbangbi: you guys

bangbangbi: my da's gonna make jurda stew

 

Boss: Good.

 

knife wife: I WILL KISS HIM ON BOTH CHEEKS

 

bangbangbi: RIGHT???

 

coolest privateer: ???

 

bangbangbi: my dear nikolai

bangbangbi: you are in for a new heaven

 

Boss: For once, I agree with Jesper.

 

knife wife: me too

 

Cultist: he stopped. so we. could dance. in the rain.

Cultist: putting a ring on it fr

 

bangbangbi: SAY LESS

 

Boss: Too many of your stupid Ravkan romance novels.

 

Cultist: SHUT UP KAZZLE DAZZLE

 

Boss: No.

 

coolest privateer: i would legitimately have gotten down on one knee then and there

coolest privateer: tell matthias he's doing it right

 

Cultist: DONE

Cultist: waiting to get back on the highway now lmao

Cultist: zoya's getting an earful when i get to the conference

 

knife wife: not surprised

 

coolest privateer: and then i'll get an earful, i'm sure

 

Cultist: ugh we're headed through a dead zone i won't have service for a while byeeeeee

Cultist: it'll be a lot of dead zones over the next couple days so if i'm radio silent it's not my fault 😭

 

knife wife: you're forgiven 😭





[theater kids]

 

galinda: so good news

 

elphaba: ?

 

galinda: no hard feelings between me and Wy

 

elphaba: slay

 

galinda: except the good ones ofc 😏

 

elphaba: blocked

 

galinda: womp womp

galinda: we had Gay Sex 😌

 

elphaba: good for you both

 

galinda: want details?

 

elphaba: i do not 😭

 

galinda: your loss

galinda: what time's rehearsal today

 

elphaba: ten

elphaba: since too many people were exhausted

 

galinda: praise the saints

 

elphaba: okay




[The Slat]

 

what's an Ika?: at the store anybody need anything

 

Dirtyhands: A healthy dose of sanity.

 

what's an Ika?: they're fresh outta that

 

roeder=rider: how about some sleep meds

roeder=rider: heavens know kaz could use some o' that

 

P-I: roeder

P-I: i'll fight you for texting like you talk

 

roeder=rider: gud for you i'll win

 

what's an Ika?: omg fine i'll just get the usuals

 

wraith: we're almost out of coffee :)

 

sharpshooter: i'm in  r e h e a r s a l

 

Dirtyhands: Why are you still in this chat? You don't even live here.

 

sharpshooter: idk

 

Dirtyhands removed sharpshooter from the chat

 

what's an Ika?: harsh

 

Dirtyhands: He doesn't live here.

 

P-I: yeah kaz is right

P-I: anika get some more chips

P-I: those spicy ones

 

what's an Ika?: on it

 

roeder=rider: get me some ice cream

 

what's an Ika?: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i guess

what's an Ika?: but you cannot leave it on the table to melt again

 

roeder=rider: THAT WAS ONE. TIME.

 

what's an Ika?: so??

 

Dirtyhands: Did everyone else get the message I just received from Haskell?

 

what's an Ika?: yeah

 

wraith: can he even do that?

 

Dirtyhands: Inspections can legally be at any point in time the landlord wishes, as long as there are twenty four hours of advance notice.

 

roeder=rider: good thing jesper's not living here anymore ig lmao

 

what's an Ika?: real

 

P-I: also get butter

 

what's an Ika?: 😭 fine




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Cultist: service test

 

knife wife: hi!!!!!

 

Cultist: YAYYYYYY

 

bangbangbi: SAVE ME NEENS

 

Cultist: ??

 

bangbangbi: :( i'm being bullied

 

coolest privateer: saints it's literally just dominik asking him if he's intending to wear today's hat for the show

coolest privateer: which, not period appropriate, by the way

 

Cultist: me once a month

 

knife wife: i'm saying

 

bangbangbi: it's a beautiful hat

 

merchling: Is it the same one you were wearing when you meant to leave the house?

 

bangbangbi: the third time yeah

 

merchling: Then yes it's a beautiful hat

 

bangbangbi: ^^^^^^

 

knife wife: :/




[escape artists]

 

Kaz: If you would like to bring coffee again after rehearsal, I would not object.

 

Nikolai: and waffles or just coffee

Nikolai: quick question how much substantial food have we consumed today

Nikolai: i think the answer for me is zilch

Nikolai: I HAD RAMEN FOR LUNCH

 

Kaz: Bring waffles.

 

Nikolai: 🫡




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: Zoya and i are going out

 

Kaz: Okay.

Kaz: Lantsov is bringing waffles and coffee by. Please find a reason for Anika, Pim, and Roeder to not be occupying space near us.

 

Inej: i got you

Inej: have you ever wanted to kiss someone

 

Kaz: Is this a trick question?

 

Inej: no

 

Kaz: Yes. I have.

Kaz: Why?

 

Inej: i don't know

Inej: i want

Inej: never mind

 

Kaz: You can tell me.

Kaz: You've kept enough of my secrets, I believe I could handle one of yours.

 

Inej: you handle a lot more than just one 😭

Inej: what would you think if i kissed Zoya

Inej: she's not sweet. she's not kind. but she's

Inej: she's Zoya

Inej: idk it sounds stupid

 

Kaz: It's not stupid.

Kaz: How close are you with Lantsov?

 

Inej: not insanely close but we're friends

 

Kaz: Check with him. Dating a friend's ex does not always go very well, especially behind their back.

 

Inej: yeah

Inej: the whole Jesper/Nikolai/Alexei/Amanda thing speaks for itself on that front

 

Kaz: She seems much better than either Alexei or Amanda. But I have been wrong before.

 

Inej: KAZ BREKKER??

Inej: WRONG???

 

Kaz: I was wrong about you.

 

Inej: woah

 

Kaz: Kiss her, if you'd like. But think it through and don't behave rashly.

 

Inej: thank you, Kaz

 

Kaz: Enjoy your evening.

 

Inej: you too <3

Notes:

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Chapter 24: xxiv

Notes:

second chapter posted in one day! first update today was chapter 23. if you haven't read that, go read it! i don't know how ao3's notifications work, i'm just impatient to post :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: why has this chat been so dead for the last thirty six hours

bangbangbi: NINA COME BACKKKKKKKK

bangbangbi: also the countdown for my da being here is now twelve hours until he arrives

 

coolest privateer: i believe the chat is dead because people are busy and nina zenik is outside cell tower range

coolest privateer: weird that it was overnight tho

 

knife wife: I do not want to know what she was doing that she was too busy to text last night, Nikolai.

 

bangbangbi: i do

 

coolest privateer: well nobody asked you <3

 

bangbangbi: kys <3

 

coolest privateer: do your job, neyali <3

 

bangbangbi: i'm trying stupid seadog <3

 

knife wife: tell me that line is not in the show.

 

bangbangbi: it's not

 

knife wife: good

 

coolest privateer: oh kaz says to get off of my phone and pay attention

 

bangbangbi: ayo?

 

coolest privateer: to my food dumbass

 

bangbangbi: eating his–

 

coolest privateer: blocked.

 

bangbangbi: NO PLEASE






[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: good morning city!

bangbangbi: the sun is shining, the tank is clean~

bangbangbi: gasp

bangbangbi: the tank is clean.

bangbangbi: no news flash actually my da's in town now as planned welcome to ketterdam da

 

coolest privateer: i noticed

coolest privateer: hangovers + greeting guests

coolest privateer: not the greatest combination

 

bangbangbi: with all love and respect womp womp

bangbangbi: use my hangover cure

 

coolest privateer: the one that always makes it worse?

 

bangbangbi: shhhh

bangbangbi: Wy wants to hang out with da while we're at rehearsal today

bangbangbi: omg opening night in two days

 

coolest privateer: !!!!!

 

knife wife: anyone heard from Nina or Matthias?

 

Boss: I count it a blessing that I have not.

 

coolest privateer: yeah i haven't either and my text to matthias about colm arriving didn't deliver




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Question. Two days ago you said you were going out with Zoya. She was aboard an airplane at the time.

 

Inej: that's not a question

Inej: i meant like

Inej: going out-going out

Inej: like officially dating

 

Kaz: Oh. Congratulations.

 

Inej: thanks :)




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: get Wy to do his freaky electronic stuff and find their location

 

merchling: I can't when they don't have cell service Jes

 

bangbangbi: damn

 

coolest privateer: zoya just texted me from the conference, they didn't arrive

 

Boss: Maybe they got eaten by bears. Say a prayer of thanks.

 

coolest privateer: they were supposed to get there at like noon yesterday

coolest privateer: and they should've been well within cell range by midmorning even if they stopped for the night

 

bangbangbi: so wait we're concerned fr

 

coolest privateer: two days until opening night.

coolest privateer: stress holy shit

 

merchling: Anything I could do?

 

coolest privateer: short of making a road trip and finding wherever it is they got lost on the way? not really




[Jazhands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: How mission critical is Lantsov's role?

 

jes: since he plays the lead? very. but there's his understudy petyr, and then there's isaak who knows the part and could stand in decently

jes: as stage manager? idk we could do it without him but it would be hard

jes: why?

 

Kazzle Dazzle: No reason.




[escape artists]

 

Kaz: I have looked over my budget, and if you would want me to, I can afford a road trip in the direction they traveled to find out where they are.

 

Nikolai: you don't have to do that

 

Kaz: Nina fixed my hands to cover my story before I took off my gloves at the party. Her skill is invaluable, and her loyalty is not easily replaceable. It is not only for your peace of mind.

 

Nikolai: ohhhh so you care about your friend?

 

Kaz: I said no such thing. I said I can afford a road trip.

 

Nikolai: right

Nikolai: would you be going by yourself?

 

Kaz: I assume so.




[theater kids]

 

elphaba: question

elphaba: how drastically detrimental would it be if i missed this weekend's shows?

 

galinda: go find them

galinda: we've got it

galinda: plus if we need it i'll get poppy in to help stage it, he knows the story

 

elphaba: okay




[down in flames 😜]

 

fox #1: can i take your bike to go find them?

 

fox #2: Don't crash her, I like her

 

fox #1: how well do you know me, Zoya Nazyalensky?

 

fox #2: See above message.

 

fox #1: yes ma'am




[escape artists]

 

Nikolai: pack light. we're taking a bike. get ready to learn to be a backpack <3

 

Kaz: I regret my decisions already.

 

Nikolai: what is it you and your crows say? no mourners, babe

 

Kaz: No funerals.




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: how's hanging out going?

 

flute blower: Attachment: 1 Image

flute blower: We got ice cream and went to the park with Thea and Alys

 

flute: dude

flute: it's so domestic i might die

 

flute blower: You amuse me

flute blower: Hi from them

 

flute: HI WAYJAY AND DA AND ALYS

flute: TWO OF WHOM I HAVE YET TO MEET

 

flute blower: Just skip rehearsal

flute blower: Thea says if you call her way jay again she won't talk to you ever

 

flute: message received wayjay is dropped

 

flute blower: Good boy

 

flute: careful or i might skip rehearsal

flute: 🫦

 

flute blower: 💀

 

flute: can i join you guys for dinner?

 

flute blower: I suppose i'll allow it

flute blower: Colm's taking Thea to the store for many things she definitely doesn't need so Alys and I can talk

flute blower: He says he's getting ingredients for his stew!

 

flute: TELL HIM I'M GONNA HUG HIM SO HARD WHEN I SEE HIM

 

flute blower: He says he would expect nothing less

Notes:

this chapter's a bit shorter :/

quick reminder about my instagram and the discord server! dm me for access @ zeldee_ao3

<3

Chapter 25: xxv

Notes:

first update today was chapter 23. if you haven't read that, go read it! i don't know how ao3's notifications work, i'm just impatient to post :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

    When the knock on the door came, Kaz smoothed his hair, acting as though he hadn't been watching through the peephole to see Nikolai Lantsov pull up astride one of the finest motorcycles he'd ever seen in his life. Kaz opened the door, his own duffel bag in hand.

 

    "What business?" he asked.

 

    Nikolai held out another duffel bag. "This is for you," he said.

 

    Kaz raised his eyebrow, setting his own bag down and accepting it. "I'm already packed."

 

    "Look inside."

 

    Within the bag were several things–a helmet, designed with black feathers coming from the top, several articles of clothing made of black leather, and… ankle boots? With very thick soles. And laces.

 

    "What's this?" Kaz asked, examining the helmet more thoroughly. The detailing on the feathers was ridiculous.

 

    "Gear," Nikolai answered simply, leaning on the doorframe. "Dress trousers and a suit jacket are not going to protect you from asphalt, Kaz, and I'd rather the road did not tear your clothing to pieces and shred you in the process."

 

    Kaz glared at him. "Fine. One moment." He closed the door, then went back to his room, the duffel bag clutched close. He set down his cane and stripped off his gloves, moving faster than he typically did– to be able to hit the road faster, he assured himself–and changed his jacket and pants for the ones Nikolai had packed into the duffel. He reached for the comb on his dresser and shoved it in his pocket, considering the level of destruction that helmet would likely do to his hair, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

 

    He grimaced. If it prevented him from dying, it prevented him from dying, but the amount of leather did seem a bit tacky. He shoved his feet into the boots, lacing them up, and reached for his cane before going back downstairs, pausing to take a breath before opening the door.

 

    He was wholly unprepared for the sight behind the door. Nikolai had a glove between his own teeth as he scrolled on his phone, then looked up at Kaz and the glove fell. He caught it with his hand, then pocketed his phone, pulling the glove back on. "Have you ever worn a motorcycle helmet before?"

 

    Kaz frowned. "Yes. Do not ask when or why."

 

    "Your business is your business," Nikolai shrugged, putting his own helmet on. He picked up Kaz's duffel and turned to walk to the bike. "Matthias sent me his route as a precaution before he left, so we won't be working blind. Shall we?"

 

    Kaz followed him as Nikolai stowed his bag. "I suppose." He put his own helmet on. "Do you have a license for this thing?"

 

    Nikolai looked at him, then took his cane and tucked it into a sleeve he'd set up on the bike, latching it into place. "Are you asking a Lantsov if he has a license to operate expensive and dangerous machinery?"

 

    Kaz rolled his eyes. "Right. My mistake."

 

    "Most people make them," Nikolai quipped easily, smirking and straddling the bike. "We'll head northeast through town, then hit the highway for a while. Cross the bridge onto Old Ravka's side of the channel. The last location shared from them was Nina's to Inej, somewhere around Tsemna, just past the Shadow Fold."

 

    Kaz frowned. The channel would be difficult, mentally. It wasn't an incredible distance, like a bridge all the way to Novyi Zem would be. He knew the stories–a century ago, the old Council of Tides had been infected with a disease that affected Grisha, vastly improving their abilities to an absurd extent, had worked with some fabrikators to shift the island that had once been Kerch closer to the Ravkan mainland. Now, there was a wide channel between the two that widened further with periodical earthquakes, but it had been two decades since the Bridge of Ivets was built.

 

    A shadow summoner with the same illness had once formed the Shadow Fold.

 

    No bridge had been built across that, yet.

 

    "You know," Nikolai said, interrupting Kaz's train of thought, "despite allegations about Sturmhond, I don't bite. You're welcome to get on."

 

    Kaz rolled his eyes. Again. "Fine." He stepped up, and though he tried to avoid it, he had to put his hands on Nikolai's shoulders to steady himself and climb across, placing his arms around Nikolai's waist as the taller man kicked up the stand and started the engine, revving it slightly.

 

    "You'll need to hold tighter than that," he said, turning to look at Kaz through the visor on his helmet when Kaz didn't shift immediately. "Would you prefer we take a different vehicle? This one is the most maneuverable, but a car can have equal speeds and acceleration if you–"

 

    "No," Kaz cut him off. "Go." He wrapped his arms more securely around Nikolai's waist, suddenly supremely grateful for the extra solidarity of the leather between them. Nikolai set off toward town.

 

    The sound of the engine and the leather reminded Kaz of years ago, back on Colm's jurda farm. Kaz and Jordie had built a treehouse with Jesper, dragging lumber from behind the old locked shed toward the biggest tree on the property. Jesper had insisted they remember to keep clear of the spot where the flowers grew, but he'd never said why. Jordie put the ladder together last, finally letting Kaz and Jesper up into the treehouse, and they'd lain on the floor of the treehouse for five whole minutes before Jesper got fidgety.

 

    "Why can't we step on the flowers?" Jordie had asked quietly, and Jesper got still again.

 

    "That's where my mama is," he answered, finally. Then, he'd told Kaz and Jordie all sorts of things about her. How she used to teach him to shoot, and to cook, and tricks to make cleaning faster so he'd have more time to play. He'd told them about the locked shed and what was in it–a motorcycle that she'd been showing him how to drive, despite Colm's warnings and concerns.

 

    How she'd been taking care of a little girl who was sick, caught the sickness herself, and died from it. How the shed had been locked ever since.

 

    Later on, Jordie had asked Kaz if he remembered the motorcycle their neighbor's daughter used to have, from before they lived with Jesper, and Kaz had shaken his head. Then, the two boys had snuck out, Kaz had picked the lock on the shed, and they got the motorcycle out, with whispers and muffled laughter and a lack of reverence for its history that Kaz now felt only marginal guilt for. They'd secretly bought helmets, and Jordie "borrowed" a jacket from someone (Kaz still wasn't sure who), and they'd ridden–wind in their ears, Kaz's arms tight around his brother, and Jordie whooping as he wove across the empty highway in the dead of night, the thrill of secrets only they shared, Colm and Jesper oblivious in their beds.

 

    Beneath the anonymity of the helmet he wore now, Kaz allowed his forehead to rest against the back of Nikolai's shoulder. As the bike slowed to leave the highway on the Old Ravkan side of the channel, south of Ivets, he felt the lightest touch of Nikolai's fingers on his hand before they disappeared back to the handlebars.

 

    The Fold loomed in the not-so-far distance, a wall of darkness that stretched upward farther than Kaz could see. Nikolai picked his pace back up, and somewhere along the way they stopped at a fuel station to refuel, but Kaz remained in his thoughts and on guard, and Nikolai didn't push for conversation. As they drew closer to the Fold, residences and commercial buildings became fewer and farther between.

 

    On the edge of the Fold was when Nikolai stopped next. He shut off the engine and knocked the kickstand down, then tugged off his gloves and helmet and reached down beside himself to open a compartment, taking a small bag from it and opening it to hand Kaz a sandwich.

 

    "This is probably where reception started getting spotty," Nikolai said, as Kaz removed his own helmet to eat. "We'll be fine in the Fold, since we've got the anti-volcra tech." Kaz knew the Fabrikators in the Grisha House had worked with the sun summoner to develop some sort of technology to harness sunlight digitally, generating uv light so the volcra couldn't get close enough to attack people crossing the Fold. "Since I'm not in the habit of harming any creature unnecessarily, I don't intend for any light to be on but my compass and dimmed headlight to watch for debris," Nikolai continued, checking his compass's orientation, along with the map on his phone, as he began to eat his own sandwich.

 

    "I'll kill any of the monsters in there," Kaz admonished. "Easily." He took a bite of his.

 

    Nikolai smirked a little. "That wasn't the question. The question is whether I want them burning to death from the fabrikators' invention, and the answer is, I don't really want to see that or risk its failure."

 

    "Well, if it does fail, then I'll protect y-us." Kaz cut himself off.

 

    "Thank you kindly," Nikolai answered. "I doubt my mother would be particularly fond of the idea of me dying on the Shadow Fold due to an incompetent backpack." He pocketed his phone, continuing to eat.

 

    "Don't call me a backpack," Kaz interjected.

 

    "Whatever you say," Nikolai said easily.

 

    Kaz finished his sandwich and set his helmet down on the ground, stretching out his leg to ease the cramp that had begun to form several miles ago. "How did you have time to do all this?" he asked.

 

    "There's a lot that can be done very quickly when you pay people the right amount to do it," Nikolai said, finishing his own. "Ready?" he asked, tugging his gloves back on and putting his helmet on. Kaz nodded, doing the same, and Nikolai started the engine back up and flipped a switch that turned the light on the front on low and, presumably, turned on the device to keep the volcra at bay. He kicked up the stand as Kaz wrapped his arms back around him, then they were off into the oppressive silence and darkness of the Fold.

Notes:

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Chapter 26: xxvi

Notes:

kriz this is dedicated to you eeeeeeeeee
(thought you could use some extra e's :)

also thanks to sunrise for cowriting this chap!!!!

Chapter Text


    The darkness on the Shadow Fold was tangible, oppressive.

 

    Silent.

 

    Nikolai found himself thanking saints he didn't usually pray to for the hands clasped in front of his stomach– do not think about that, Nikolai Lantsov. –as he continued their crossing of the Fold. The lack of sun made it difficult to keep track of time without looking, but the clock mounted on the handlebar had a bit of a glow to it, so he could see the hour. Crossing the Fold took a lot of time, Nikolai knew, but the time did seem to fly faster with Kaz behind him, somehow. Even without talking.

 

    Two and a half hours across the fold–according to the clock, the time was now half past three–Nikolai finally saw something that proved to him they were on the right track. He slowed, letting his headlight illuminate the metallic debris near the edge of the road. It wasn't rusted, and the blue of its paint hadn't been grated away by time in the sand. It was warped, twisted, but he could tell it was a piece of a car's hood, both from the color and the Volkswagen insignia.

 

     A piece of Matthias's car.

 

    "Fuck," Kaz hissed behind him.

 

    Nikolai nodded, shifting to go faster again, but clicked his headlight brighter to watch for more debris. There was more to see, but nothing to an extent that suggested a massive wreckage nearby. He saw one of the mirrors, an entire bumper, but each time he saw something with that shade of metallic blue, there was another piece further ahead that proved the car hadn't stopped there.

 

    The only indicators Nikolai had for the edge of the Fold were the compass keeping him on the right track and the clock indicating how much time had passed. He slowed as they approached the edge, bracing himself for blinding sunlight and releasing a breath in relief at the fact that they hadn't been noticed by any volcra so far. They burst through the edge of the shadow, but instead of sunlight, they were hit with pelting rain and awful wind.

 

     Nikolai kept going for about two hundred feet, then swept right and curved around to head back toward the Fold, killing the headlight and idling back in, making as little noise as possible before knocking down the kickstand and turning in his seat.

 

    "What are you doing?" Kaz whispered.

 

    "Checking in," Nikolai answered, matching his tone. "I won't be able to hear shit out there in all that." He paused, considering a moment. "Tap me three times if you see something, five if you need me to stop."

 

    "Okay."

 

    Nikolai took a glove off, taking his phone out of his pocket to double check his map. He tucked it away again, then tugged his glove back on before kicking up the stand and idling to the edge of the Fold. He revved the engine and took off in the direction of the location Inej had given him, the last one Nina's phone had sent her.

 

    At four bells, Kaz tapped him three times, and Nikolai slowed to pay attention. Kaz pointed, and Nikolai followed his gaze, turning off onto a different road to follow another piece of debris.

 

    This continued for a long while. Nikolai searched for debris, trying to find hints of where Matthias and Nina had wound up, until they were both soaked to the skin. The sun had long since set by the time Kaz tapped him five times.

 

    Nikolai slowed to a stop and pulled to the edge of the road.

 

    "It's dark. You're getting reckless." Kaz's voice was firm.

 

    Nikolai opened his mouth to argue, but Kaz was right. He'd end up crashing. Or worse. He took his helmet off so he could speak more clearly, turning in his seat and balancing on his toes. "Do we want to find shelter somewhere nearby, or head about a half hour southeast to Caryeva?" he asked.

 

    "Caryeva. I'm not sleeping under a tree in the rain."

 

    "Fair enough." Nikolai leaned over, shaking some of the newly gathered water from his hair without getting it all over Kaz's visor. Then he put his helmet back on, taking off his glove and taking out his phone to check the map to get to Caryeva. "We should be back within cell range there. I'm intending to get out of the rain before I check my phone once we are."

    Kaz nodded, and Nikolai shoved his phone into his pocket and his hand into his glove and set off again.

 

    He did notice that Kaz hadn't let go of him this time.

 


 

    When they arrived in Caryeva, it took a long while to get a room anywhere. The first hotel they tried was fully booked, and told them to look in a different establishment nearby. The same story happened three times over before they finally found somewhere that had availability, one singular room on the third below topmost floor. Nikolai accepted the keys, handing one to Kaz as he lifted their bags, then went to the elevator and called it. He held the door open for Kaz as he hit their floor number.

 

    "Thank you," Kaz said gruffly as the door shut.

 

    "For?"

 

    Kaz frowned, looking at Nikolai from the corner of his eye. "Going to the elevator. Climbing stairs would be possible, but not in the least enjoyable right now."

 

    Nikolai nodded, then pretended as though he was no longer looking at Kaz even though he very much was. The helmet had given Kaz's hair a mussed-up look that the rain hadn't managed to ruin, the boots had given him a level of height that had him (currently) taller than Nikolai, and the leather.

 

    The black leather had Nikolai wanting to take Kaz by the collar and pin him up against the wall and–

 

    The elevator dinged, and Kaz walked through the door, his cane sinking into the carpet as he moved faster, even, than Nikolai was. Kaz swiped his key, opening the door, then held it as Nikolai walked through, closing it and engaging every lock he could as Nikolai set their things down.

 

    Nikolai took one look further into the room and froze.

 

    The room had one singular bed. No sofa, even, just a bed, the world's tiniest kitchenette that consisted of a counter, a sink, a minifridge, a microwave, one cabinet, and a trash can, and a desk with a chair. Along with one attached bathroom that Nikolai wouldn't be surprised to learn had no lock of its own.

 

    Nikolai shrugged out of his jacket, dropping it on the floor by the door. His mother would have had a fit, but immediately he did not care. "I'll sleep on the floor–"

 

    "No," Kaz cut him off. "You'll sleep on the bed. I'll sit at that desk and work."

 

    "On what?"

 

    "Something. Figuring out how to pay for this room. A new heist. Something."

 

    Instead of arguing over who was to pay for it in the end, Nikolai dropped the subject and Kaz's duffel. "Fine. I'll be right back." Kaz nodded as Nikolai stepped into the bathroom.

 

     His phone was having a seizure from the number of notifications flying in, so Nikolai put it on Do Not Disturb and set it down on the counter to let it recover. He ran hot water in the shower, going through as much of his routine as he could before finally putting on a pair of shorts that were tighter than he remembered them being and a T-shirt that he was fairly certain had been a hand-me-down from Vasily at some point.

 

     Damn, sobachka, he told himself in the mirror, you did not think through this evening when you packed earlier.

 

     He stepped out of the bathroom with his things, setting his bag down on the bed. "I have reception again," he informed Kaz, who was already halfway out of his chair.

 

    "Me too. Excuse me," Kaz said, picking up his own bag and walking into the bathroom.

 

    Nikolai sprawled across the bed, taking his phone out and addressing the longest-ago texts first. Several from Zoya, a few from Genya, one from David, and several from everyone in the troupe, with the exception of Petyr.




[down in flames 😜]

 

fox #2: Genya and David are being disgustingly romantic. Save me.

fox #2: this conference is literally just to discuss the inhumanity with which the volcra are being dealt with

fox #2: I'm not even a durast what does this have to do with me

fox #2: you should get your ass up here and we should find somewhere else to be

fox #2: not in a romantic way, just in an I-want-out-of-here way

 

fox #2: the darkling's vying for a lack of change

fox #2: how funky

fox #2: there's something going on between him and the sun summoner they're not on the same page

fox #2: he's getting angry.

fox #2: holy motherfucking shit Nikolai he's not even listening to anyone else's take

fox #2: putting my phone away you'll get an update later if i have one to give




[hey there good lookin']

(Nikolai, Genya)

 

pretty girl: the darkling has a new weapon

pretty girl: Attachment: 1 Movie

pretty girl: i don't know where zoya and david went

pretty girl: it's chaos i'm letting you know what happened so someone outside does




[adorkable, by genya's description]

(David, Nikolai)

 

David: Merzost.




[theater kids]

 

galinda: going to the hospital. will explain more later

galinda: petyr's in teh hopital not me

galinda: the* hospital*

galinda: prop malfunction

 


 

    The only other texts Nikolai could bring himself to check were the ones from Wylan.




[rich kids]

 

wy: Something happened during tonight's show

wy: Attachment: 1 Movie

wy: The swords got switched

wy: Instead of the collapsible one the sharp one was on the prop table and Jes just grabbed one and scrambled to get onstage

wy: Will send updates as I can

wy: Hope you're back in service range soon

wy: 😟

Chapter 27: xxvii

Notes:

first update today was chapter 26, so visit that first if this is the latest update you see!

Chapter Text


     The flood of texts Kaz had received the moment he turned his phone on was astronomical. He set it on the counter, refusing to so much as smirk at the way his brain filled in Jesper's snicker at the part of the word "astronomical" that said "ass".

 

    He stripped his gloves off of his hands, dropping them on the counter, then dumped the leather jacket in the bathtub, spending a full five minutes wrestling with the damn boots. When his feet were finally free, he rid himself of the soaked leather trousers and dumped them in the tub with the jacket, scrambling for towels, washcloths, anything to rid his skin of the feeling of the cold, wet leather.

 

    If he'd managed to be amused at the word astronomical, he'd come a long way from panic attacks when a car drove too close in the rain and he got drenched.

 

    Leaning over the sink, a hand towel scrubbing his hair to rid his scalp of the moisture before it became too much, Kaz fought his mind to stay in the present. Slipping back was what made it the worst.

 


 

    Colm had taken the three of them north to Ketterdam, to see the city and, specifically, the university district's enormous library. Jordie had been enamored from the start. Each of the boys had found something they liked–Jesper enjoyed the bustle, never a dull thing to see. Kaz had found the street magicians fascinating.

 

    Jordie liked the bookshops they visited, one of which had an owner that told him about the best places to get deals on his favorites. A shop in the Geldin district, for fantasy (the merchers didn't find elves and witches as entertaining, evidently). A shop near the University for used books the library didn't stock anymore. The last one the shopkeeper told him about was a shop in the "Lid", the northern part of the Barrel, which was a den of crime and debauchery but had some of the sweetest deals in the country, due to its clientele.

 

    One of the nights they spent in Ketterdam, Jordie convinced Kaz to sneak out with him. Kaz remembered his leg throbbing as they climbed down from the window of the cheap hotel room they'd stayed in. They'd made their way through the streets, which looked much different and much more intimidating in the dark, until they got to the bookstore. Jordie had gone inside, and Kaz kept a lookout, to make sure no suspicious figures would come around, and when Jordie had come back, he was beaming and clutching an enormous book to his chest.

 

    "I've got a breakthrough, Kaz," he'd crowed, and Kaz had matched his enthusiasm, though he wasn't sure at the time what it was Jordie had. "It's a ledger. This shop is a front, it's not about books. That's why the books are so cheap. It's a front for bringing in people for 'skin trade', and this is a ledger with names in it." He set his jacket down on the rain-soaked sidewalk, then rested the ledger on it, pulling it open. "Look." He flipped through, then got to G. "Who's that?"

 

    Kaz had stared at the page in wonder for a long moment, before answering, "Inej." The girl who'd run away from her adopted mother, hiding away in their treehouse until Kaz had found her and fallen. His leg throbbed again.

 

    "Exactly."

 

    Jordie hadn't been able to get another word than that out of his mouth before he and Kaz were yanked up by their collars.

 

    The rest of the night was a blur that Kaz couldn't remember, but he remembered being cold, wet, hungry, being in absurd levels of pain, and Jordie's silence throughout. Being left alone with just Jordie in one of the alleys of the Barrel, the ledger long gone, slumped against his brother who had been beaten until he was bloody and blue, his tongue cut from his mouth.

 

    Kaz remembered the rain beating down until his brother's body went still, the bloody cough that plagued him the entire time they were in that spot finally going quiet. Being found too late by a stadwatch officer who'd been called about a complaint on squatters. Colm and Jesper showing up at the hospital, Colm's worry over the bill, and Jesper clamoring across Kaz's bed until they were side by side again. The cold and wet finally being gone, until it was there again, on Kaz's cheeks. Panic setting in, because he'd be alone, and he demanded to know where Jordie was–

 

    Jesper wiping away the cold and wet and hugging Kaz until the thrashing quit and they sat in the hospital bed together, with a shared grief over a lost brother.




 

    In the hotel bathroom now, Kaz stared at the cloth in his hand. He'd scrubbed his skin nearly raw, but at least he was dry.

 

     Jesper.

 

    He reached for his phone, opening it and ignoring the slew of notifications to click on Jesper's conversation.




[Jazhands]

 

jes: headed to hospital. am not hurt. it's nikolai's understudy i'll update you asap

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Okay.

Kazzle Dazzle: The number of texts in my inbox is astronomical.

 

jes: lol ass

 

Kazzle Dazzle: 🙄





    Kaz dug in his bag, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that he was fairly certain actually belonged to Inej. He pulled them on, debated doing anything with the stupid boots, then left them in the bathroom, lined up beside one another in front of the bathtub. He opened the door–he'd forgotten to lock it?–and stepped out.

 

    Nikolai was sprawled across the bed, looking visibly exhausted, and Kaz vehemently ignored the effect that the shorts hugging Nikolai's ass like that had on his own mental capacity to function.

 

    "The conference is a disaster," Nikolai stated, without looking up.

 

    "How so?" Kaz asked, spinning the chair around to face him and sitting down.

 

    "They're trying to find a more humane way of dealing with the volcra." Nikolai paused to type out a text, then closed his phone and set it down. "Our favorite dark dictator doesn't seem to think it's the right area to direct efforts. Zoya's on his side, but Alina's furious." The blonde looked up, and Kaz pretended not to notice his gaze snag on the spot where Inej's hoodie caught above his navel. It wasn't his fault he'd had to pack in a rush. Stupid Nina and her stupid Fjerdan, getting themselves lost in a storm. Or a volcra attack. Why hadn't Helvar just fought them off?

 

    "Is she?"

 

    "She is." Nikolai looked down as his phone dinged. "And Petyr's in the hospital. Mixup with props, apparently. Imaging still has to come back. He has the symptoms of massive internal bleeding, but they haven't found the source."

 

    "Petyr is your understudy?" Kaz clarified.

 

    "Yeah. Wylan sent me a clip of what happened."

 

    Wylan had probably sent Kaz a clip, too, but Kaz hadn't paid attention to his other notifications. Shit. What if Inej had texted? He reached for his phone.

 

    "Clip doesn't really show much, if you're looking for it. It was the fight between Sturmhond and Neyali toward the end of the show. Jesper's supposed to get crushed by the sail and land on his own sword, and the mechanism malfunctioned. Jesper lunged, wasn't stopped by the sail, and had the wrong sword."

 

    Kaz felt a flicker of relief that the sail had malfunctioned and kept Jesper from landing on the sword that had caused this much damage to another cast member. He opened the notifications, entering his passcode so that they'd show the previews, and scrolled through. A text from Pim about a job, several messages from several different people involved with the show, and a text from Inej.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: don't worry about things here or at the conference. Zoya has the conference under control (as much as anyone can), and i've got things handled here. find Nina and Matthias. love you

 


 

    Kaz stared at his phone's screen for a long moment, then typed out a reply.

 


 

Kaz: Okay.

Kaz: You, too.

 

Inej: tell Nikolai i said to get some sleep

 

Kaz: I doubt he'll listen.

 

Inej: so tell him you said to get some sleep instead. might work better

Inej: :)

 

Kaz: :(




    Kaz looked up to pass along Inej's order, but Nikolai's head had already fallen to the mattress, his eyes shut and his mouth half open. Kaz shook his head, taking Nikolai's phone, switching it to Do Not Disturb, and setting it on the nightstand, then shut off the light and dug his laptop from his bag. He fired off one last text to Inej before getting to work.




Kaz: He listened.

Kaz: Try to get some sleep, too. No mourners.

 

Inej: no funerals, Kaz

Chapter 28: xxviii

Notes:

sunrise also cowrote this chapter! they played a phenomenal nikolai, while i wrote kaz's actions and dialogue. it turned out beautifully, and i hope you all enjoy it!

the first chapter posted today was chapter 26. go read it!!!!!!!!

or else.

Chapter Text


    When Nikolai awoke, he was flat on his stomach. He and Kaz then traveled further into Old Ravka, past Poliznaya, which had once in ages long past been a military outpost, northeast to Os Alta, the old capital. The epicenter of Grisha power, the place of… something big happening. Nikolai couldn't remember what.

 

    As they approached the old castle, the houses were dilapidated, the once grand city left to rot in ruins. A dark dreariness blanketed the dead city. There were no people in the streets, no cars parked by the side of the roads or toys left out by inattentive children. Silence.

 

    As they passed through the gates into the upper city, Kaz said something, but Nikolai couldn't tell what over the sound of the bike's engine. They went up to the palace gates and went through.

 

    That was when Nikolai saw them.

 

    In the courtyard stood the Darkling, the living shadows flanking him. They looked like an absence of everything, even light–"living" shadows seemed generous. The motorcycle disappeared from beneath them and Nikolai fell to the ground. The Darkling moved forward.

 

    "This is for harboring a Drüskelle," the Darkling snarled, and the shadows raced forward. In their faces, Nikolai saw a flash of blue eyes, a spark of red hair, the glint of light off of glass–purple, blue, red. David. Zoya. Genya.

 

     The shadows passed over him.

 

    The shadows latched onto Kaz, dragging him backward. Nikolai scrambled for a weapon of any sort, but they'd all been taken from him. He shouted, clawed at the ground, begged his friends to reclaim their identity, release Kaz, but it fell on deaf ears. A boot's heel dug into his neck, grinding his face into the dirt.

 

    "You have what you deserve," the Darkling said coldly, reaching down and yanking Nikolai's head up by his hair to force him to watch as the shadows tore Kaz to pieces.




 

    Nikolai jolted awake, still feeling as though his breath was being cut short. He realized the weight on his neck was his own hand and moved it, pressing it into the blankets beneath him.

 

     Caryeva. Hotel.

 

     Kaz.

 

     Nikolai looked up to find Kaz sitting in his chair still, his head turned to examine Nikolai over his shoulder.

 

    "Did I wake you?"

 

    Nikolai frowned. "No."

    "Good." Kaz turned back to whatever he was doing.

 

    Nikolai rolled over to face him fully, watching him work. "Have you slept at all?"

 

    "When I was seven years old, I snuck into my brother's bed and closed my eyes for ten hours," Kaz answered evenly.

 

    Nikolai stared at him for a long moment. "Saints. Tell me you've slept in the last ten years."

 

    "There are rumors, but the jury is still out."

 

    Nikolai smiled a little. "I think you may need sleep, darling." It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that there were not many things Nikolai wouldn't do right now to get Kaz beside him. Anxiety was spiking from his nightmare, and he had to fight to keep himself from yanking the curtains back from the window to check that the Darkling wasn't standing outside, creatures at the ready.

 

    "Do you no longer need to?" Kaz had asked, and Nikolai hadn't yet answered.

 

    "No, I'm alright," Nikolai lied.

 

    Kaz turned to him, considered him, then arched a brow. "Clearly."

 

    "Yeah. Just…" Nikolai hesitated, resting his eyes shut. He was exhausted. "Sleep on top of me. Make it a bunk bed. Unless you want the bottom bunk, in which case you could try to shimmy under the bed."

 

    Kaz breathed out heavily. "If I slept on top of you, you wouldn't be able to breathe."

 

    "Not necessarily."

 

    "Please explain to me how you would not suffocate."

 

    "You don't have to cover my face."

 

    "I'd crush your chest."

 

     And I'd like it, Nikolai thought silently. "I have strong Ravkan bones."

 

    "Do you?"

 

    Nikolai opened his eyes and looked at Kaz. "Come here and I'll prove it," he challenged.

 

    "You're telling me to lie down with you so you can show me your strong Ravkan bones."

 

    "I am."

 

    Kaz silently considered for a long moment, and Nikolai almost thought he'd say yes, until he turned back to the desk. "I'll pass."

 

    Nikolai pouted. "Your loss." My loss. "I bet you have weak Kerch bones. Twink." Wylan would've slit his throat for that, but Nikolai couldn't bring himself to care. Kaz couldn't back down from a challenge and an insult. Alexei had proven it.

 

    Kaz ignored him in silence, until finally he spoke. "I am not a twink."

 

    "Prove it. Let me feel your strong Kerch bones."

 

    Kaz turned and glared at him, then finally stood, shutting his laptop and stalking closer. His features dripped with icy rage, and Nikolai wondered if he'd regret what he'd said.

 

    The level of turned on he was at the look was… mildly concerning, to put it simply.

 

    Kaz reached the edge of the bed, then braced his knee on the edge and caught hold of Nikolai's forearms and slammed them into the mattress above his head, forcing him onto his back and then using his other leg to pin both of Nikolai's legs down. The glare remained, though Kaz's brow quirked up in near amusement.

 

    Nikolai stayed entirely still, a flicker of remembering. The bathroom. The party. On the counter. His mind was still once more, pinned figuratively and literally by the one person who could make it quiet. Even Zoya, as wonderful as she was, had never managed to entirely shut his brain up and let him be here.

 

    "I suppose you're decently strong," Nikolai conceded.

 

    "Who's the twink, Lantsov?" Kaz asked, an uptick in his lip betraying his glare. He was playing. Goofing off. As Nikolai had so often seen from him with Jesper, even Inej, Wylan once, but it was with him.

 

    Nikolai pulled one of his own legs from beneath Kaz and braced it, using it as leverage to shift their weight onto Kaz's bad leg and flip them over. His knees on either side of Kaz's hips, pinning his forearms to the bed. "You."

 

    Kaz stared up at him, silent, his features betraying nothing. Even his heart rate was steady beneath Nikolai's fingertips, but… there. A slight aberration. Evidence of forced ease. The sweatshirt he wore was riding up still further, but Kaz didn't seem to mind much. His breath was steady, in through his nose, out through his mouth.

 

     And if I kissed you, Nikolai whispered in his mind, what then?

 

    Kaz blinked slowly, carefully, then in a voice barely above a whisper, asked, "what did you dream about?"

 

    "You," Nikolai answered, without thinking.

 

    Kaz took another careful breath. "What about me?"

 

    "A lot about you." I dream about you every night. I wish this could be us, for real, not because we're friends having fun but because… Nikolai rolled aside, releasing Kaz, and reached for his phone. "But I dreamt about this." What are you doing. "These." He pulled up the video Genya had sent of the Darkling's new creations. Nichevo'ya, she'd called them. Ravkan for 'nothings' . "Hurting you."

 

    Kaz watched the video for a moment, one hand tucked behind his head and the other taking the phone from Nikolai. Then, he clicked it off. "I have good news for you."

 

    "What is it?"

 

    "I have more sense of self preservation than to get close enough to the Darkling for those things to come near me."

 

    Nikolai let himself smile a bit. "Good. I can't relate, but that's Zoya's fault. And Genya's. And David's. A lot of people, actually." His mind flashed again with the blue eye, red hair, light on the glass, and he shook his head as Kaz spoke again.

 

    "And I'm the one you thought would get ripped to shreds by them?" he asked incredulously.

 

    Nikolai silently cursed himself for being so vulnerable, even as he admitted, "I really don't want you hurt."

 

    Kaz wasn't looking at Nikolai or the phone anymore, the ceiling had caught his attention. "Would you be able to fall back asleep if I stay here?"

 

    Nikolai considered. "Probably. Would you be able to sleep, too?"

 

    "I don't know. Maybe."

 

    "Okay." Nikolai closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Kaz."

 

    "Goodnight."

 

    Nikolai waited a moment, then linked his pinky with Kaz's.

 

    He heard Kaz's voice again a minute later. "We'll find them tomorrow," he promised. "They can't be much further than today's search radius."

 

    "Agreed."

 

    Nikolai stared into the darkness inside of his eyelids as the room fell silent. All that broke it was the beat of his own heart and Kaz's breathing.

 

    "Can I hold your hand?" Nikolai whispered, hardly daring to hope the answer might be yes.

 

    "I suppose." Nikolai felt pressure on his palm as Kaz's hand enveloped his. "I will not take off my gloves," Kaz warned.

 

    "I don't care." Nikolai shifted slightly closer, careful of minimizing the distance between them too much, but the angle on his wrist had been odd.

 

    "What are you doing?" Kaz asked warily.

 

    "Can't help that you're hot and I'm attracted to you," Nikolai answered, then froze. "I mean- I'm cold. You're warm. Body heat."

 

    He heard Kaz's head shift. "Makes sense," he said, and Nikolai figured he must have nodded.

 

    Silence for a bit.

 

    "You're not sleeping," Kaz assessed.

 

    "Neither are you."

 

    "Touché." Nikolai felt pressure on his hand shift as Kaz pulled it above his own chest, then began massaging it.

 

    "That feels nice," Nikolai commented.

 

    "I'll have to change it up a bit, then, to make it excruciatingly painful," Kaz said drily, not changing anything about his movements.

 

    "Sure." Nikolai tried to relax, and the pressure on his hand was certainly helping, but his mind insisted on wandering.

 

    To Nina and Matthias, sleeping on the ground or, worse, with the fishes, but Nikolai wouldn't let himself dwell on that too much. The Grisha at the conference, the Darkling's new weapons attacking them and possibly tearing them apart. Those who weren't Grisha at the conference, such as the hot tracker Zoya had talked about for months.

 

    His cast. Specifically, Petyr.

 

    Nikolai grit his teeth. If he hadn't gone on a last minute trip to Tsemna, if he'd decided the show was more important than fucking off across the Fold with Kaz, it would've been him on that sword instead.

 

    "What's the matter?"

 

    Kaz was looking at him again. Nikolai forced his fingertip to stop tapping, his leg to stop shaking. "Sorry," he apologized.

 

    "I did not ask for an apology. Jesper fidgets a lot. You don't. What's on your mind?"

 

    "All the shit we have to deal with the next few days," Nikolai hedged.

 

    Kaz was silent for so long Nikolai wondered whether he was going to say anything or just look at him. "Zoya is very capable. There's nothing we can do about anything happening in Ketterdam until we're on that side of the Fold again. You cannot drive until you have had sleep. I should not drive Zoya's motorcycle. You should sleep, because regardless of anything else, both of our capabilities for being useful depend on whether you sleep or not."

 

    Nikolai frowned. "Thank you, Kaz." The statement was helpful for motivation to sleep. The trouble was getting his mind to be silent long enough to do so. Ask him to pin you again, a part of his mind that he swiftly shut down whispered. That might work.

 

     His head was on Kaz's shoulder. Shit. "Sorry," he apologized, moving it away quickly.

 

    "You can put your head there," Kaz said, just as quickly. "If… it helps."

 

    Nikolai stilled for a moment, then carefully returned his head to where it had been. "Is this okay?"

 

    "Yes."

 

     Holy shit. My head is on his shoulder and he isn't bludgeoning it. "Goodnight," Nikolai whispered.

 

    "Would you like a bedtime story and goodnight kiss as well?" Kaz asked, his tone holding a level of light mockery.

 

    "If you're offering," Nikolai quipped, his attention slipping already.

 

    "Once upon a time, there was a dumbass who made deals he shouldn't," Kaz began, "made friends with criminals… had a more dumbass brother who kept getting himself into trouble… and went on a motorcycle ride with someone he stupidly trusted not to steal something of great value."

 

    "I'm sure you've stolen something out of my pockets during that long ride. I planted things I wouldn't mind you taking."

 

    "Like what?"

 

    "Like the Fjerdan coins," Nikolai mumbled. "The watch case, that could go with your watch if you decided you were in need of a new watch case. The paper clip, which I understand sounds of little value but it was around some really high quality paper, so I'm sure that's worth something. The pen, and also a clipping of my hair."

 

    "And here I thought you were simply vain enough to keep clippings of your own hair on your person all the time."

 

    "Who's to say I don't?"

 

    Kaz smirked a little. "You're supposed to be asleep."

 

    "You distracted me," Nikolai complained.

 

    "I greatly apologize." Kaz went silent.

 

    Nikolai swallowed. Did he dare?

 

     Yes.

 

     "You offered something else with the story," he reminded.

 

    "Did I?"

 

    "Yes. But I understand if only half of your offer was free," Nikolai hurried to clarify.

 

    "It is only the first half that's free."

 

    "Okay." Nikolai forced any disappointment out of his tone.

 

    "You'll have to drive me around again for the second half," Kaz continued. "I'm considering taking more photographs at further performances of a show I've found interesting, and I need a ride to get there. My car needs to go to the shop."

 

    Nikolai nodded. "The deal is the deal."

    Kaz stayed still for a long moment, massaging Nikolai's palm, then brought the back of his hand to his lips, pressing a small kiss to it. "Go to sleep," he ordered.

 

    Nikolai clenched his other hand into a fist, willing the flurry that had just erupted in his abdomen to go away. He shut his eyes and started drifting off, the lingering feeling of Kaz's hands on his and shoulder by his side keeping his mind present.

 

    Just before he finally drifted off, he was sure he dreamed Kaz whisper, "the dumbass is me."

Chapter 29: xxix

Notes:

wesper my loves

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


    Jesper paced, checking his phone for the dozenth time. Still no more messages from Kaz, though at this point he wouldn't be surprised if Kaz was getting some semblance of sleep for once. Nikolai's location said they were still in Caryeva, and he and Kaz had texted some, but they'd left one another alone afterwards. Jesper told himself not to be hurt that Nikolai hadn't texted back.

 

    Petyr didn't look great. The Grisha in the hospital were at the damn conference, and apparently someone had overlooked making sure there were any otkazat'sya surgeons on staff. Which meant, until imaging came back, they had no clue what was wrong. Jesper was a heartbeat away from picking up old surgical instruments and digging around himself if it weren't for the fact he was afraid he'd make it worse.

 

     The wrong fucking sword.

 

    How had he missed it? The weight was wrong, the hilt in a weird spot. Not aligned with the label on the props table.

 

    He was more excited to get back onstage than to deal with an odd feeling with a prop.

 

     Little rabbit, what have you done? his mother's voice echoed in his mind and Jesper slammed his phone down on the windowsill, raking his hands down his vest and glaring at his reflection in the darkness of the glass.

 

    A knock on the door sounded, then it opened. Wylan walked through, a box balanced on one hand while a bag's handles rested in the crook of his elbow. "I brought stroopwafels," he said softly, letting the door fall shut behind him. "I know you said you weren't hungry, but I didn't want you to be alone. And if I don't finish them, Thea might."

    Jesper shrugged, sitting down on the floor beside the chair while Wylan sat in it. "I can't believe I didn't double check."

 

    "Why would the prop be wrong?" Wylan murmured, leaving the box unopened. "The tables have labels for a reason."

 

    "I still should've checked."

 

    Wylan huffed, running his fingers over Jesper’s shoulders and up through his hair. Jesper melted. Leave it to the merchling to solve all problems with a movement of his damned perfect fingers. Jesper settled against the arm of the chair, staring out the window as Wylan started softly braiding parts of his hair.

 

    "Stop being so reasonable," Jesper mumbled. "It's disgusting."

 

    "Since when did Kaz take over your head?" Wylan murmured, his fingers not pausing once.

 

    "Sometimes I wonder if he's been mind controlling me this whole time," Jesper answered, even though he knew the question had been rhetorical.

 

    "He'd find a much more creative way of stopping the show."

 

    "Last I checked, Kaz loved stabbing people."

 

    "With knives, usually," Wylan argued. "Not swords."

 

    "True. We should add a swordsman to the crew."

 

    "Just get him to hire Nikolai more often."

 

    "I hope their trip is going well," Jesper mused, his mind flicking to Nikolai's location that he'd been stalking until they stopped in Caryeva. As if on cue, his phone cawed.

 


[Jazhands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Lantsov had a nightmare.

Kazzle Dazzle: He is asleep again now. The darkling has new weapons.

Kazzle Dazzle: He dreamed about them.

 

jes: that's concerning

 

Kazzle Dazzle: You're telling me.

Kazzle Dazzle: Attachment: 1 Image

Kazzle Dazzle: Evidence of the trials I am going through right now. Save or share and I will turn your insides into outsides.

 

jes: omg he's on your shoulder

jes: you know what's below shoulders, kaz

jes: nipples

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Blocked.

 

jes: no please

 


    Jesper shut his phone off, setting it down beside himself. "Imagine they had to find a hotel for the night and there was only one bed," he mused, unsure how Kaz and Nikolai could have ended up in one bed otherwise.

 

    "Like Kaz uses a bed anyway," Wylan quipped.

 

    "True." Jesper glanced back down at his phone. "I'm worried about the weather over there. There's supposed to be a nasty storm, and with the volcra and searching in the dark–"

 

    Wylan pressed a kiss to the top of his head, interrupting him. "I think if Kaz and Nikolai can't keep themselves safe, I have deep concerns for the rest of us mere mortals."

 

    "You're right," Jesper groaned. "About everything. How do you do that?"

 

    "A crippling fear of being wrong," Wylan answered, pausing for a moment and then reaching for the box of stroopwafels.

 

    "Good thing you're never wrong."

 

    "Thank you," Wylan said, a smile in his tone. Jesper fiddled with his shoelaces instead of replying, untying them and retying them. Make a bunny, bend the ear, loop the loop, bring up the rear. Pull it tight and be quick, I love you so, little rabbit. Suddenly, there was a fork in front of his face, a bite of pastry atop it. "Can I convince you to eat something?" Wylan asked softly.

 

    "Is that something you?" Jesper asked suggestively, dropping the laces.

 

    "I kissed the stroopwafel before I presented it," Wylan offered, "if that's good enough."

 

    "I suppose," Jesper said, shifting forward and closing his teeth around the bite of stroopwafel. It was good, sweet, with a hint of–

 

    "Good boy," Wylan whispered.

 

    Jesper forgot entirely what he'd been thinking before, the fork falling from his lips as he swallowed. "Careful, love. Keep talking like that and we won't get any sleep tonight."

 

    "We'll be too busy eating stroopwafels," Wylan said agreeably.

 

    "Exactly. Now give me more."

 

    "Needy much?" Wylan asked, offering him more with the fork.

 

    "Only for stroopwafels," Jesper replied, eating the bite.

 

    "...right."

 

     Only for you, sweetheart, Jesper wanted to correct himself, but didn't. Wylan spent a good long while alternating between feeding himself and offering bites of it to Jesper, who accepted and allowed himself to be fed.

 

    "Is it too late to go out and buy more?" Jesper whined, when the last bite had been eaten.

 

    "More stroopwafels?" Wylan asked.

 

    "Yes."

    "Probably." Wylan set the bag he'd been carrying in Jesper's lap. "I brought more than just enough for me, though."

 

    Jesper snatched the fork away, then ate a bite and lifted a bite for Wylan. My turn.

 

     When the stroopwafels were finished, Jesper settled himself against Wylan's leg, allowing his hair to be braided again. "Thank you," he said quietly.

 

    "You're welcome."

 

     Thank you for what? Jesper mused. Existing. Being Wylan. Letting me make stupid jokes like 'flute' and 'flute blower', 'my chemical romance', seeing my faults and not turning around and walking away because of them.

 

     Looking at Petyr, stretched out on the hospital bed, made Jesper long for the nearest table, deck of cards, and set of chips. Kaz would murder him.

 

    But Kaz wasn't in town, and wouldn't be until at least tomorrow.

 

    Tomorrow's matinée would likely be canceled. Jesper had time. He just needed a bit of kruge, even just five would do. He could turn it into more, then Kaz would be ecstatic. His da was in town, Jesper could use his winnings to get them a nice dinner, just the three of them. Him, his da, and his brother. Kaz would smile, the first time since Jordie–

 

    "You need sleep," Wylan interrupted his thoughts.

 

    "I also need five hundred kruge," Jesper replied easily.

 

    "That's a want."

 

    "I want you."

 

     "Well, you know where to find me," Wylan said, kissing Jesper's head again before standing up. The intimacy had Jesper reeling, his mind spinning in a dozen directions. White suits with purple Kerch ties, rings, houses and children– Thea?? –flashing through his head. Wylan walked to the door, opening it.

 

    Jesper got up to follow him, pausing in the doorway. "I don't want to leave him," he said, looking back at Petyr.

 

    "Dominik's on his way," Wylan reassured. "He won't be alone."

 

    Jesper hesitated, then followed. His mind wouldn't stay tethered, wandering as they stopped to talk with Dominik. Wylan gave him details about what little information they had about Petyr's condition, and then they were on their way again, through Ketterdam.

 

    Until they passed the street that would lead to the Crow Club, Jesper's favorite haunt. He paused. "I'll meet you at the apartment later," he promised Wylan. "I'm going to pick some things up from the store first."

 

    "We could go together," Wylan suggested hopefully.

 

    "It's… a surprise," Jesper invented. Why are you lying? he asked himself.

 

    "Oh." Wylan looked slightly miffed, but brightened quickly. "I'll see you when you get home, then."

 

    Jesper nodded, dropping Wylan's hand–when had he begun holding it in the first place?–as the other man continued walking.

 

    Wylan hesitated, then rushed back toward Jesper, going up on his toes and cradling his hands below Jesper's jaw to kiss him soundly on the lips. Jesper froze in surprise for a moment, then his hands were on Wylan's hips, tugging him closer still and lifting him up, until they were up against the wall, bricks scraping Jesper's hands and legs around his waist and hands ruining the braids that had just been placed there and–

 

    Jesper pulled back, just enough to catch a breath. Wylan's pupils were blown so wide there was almost no blue in his eyes. "Come back," Jesper whispered, still as a statue, and Wylan twisted his fingers to pull him in again, then seemed to catch the reality of the bricks at his back and the lack of ground beneath his feet. He scrambled to release Jesper, his feet finding the concrete and his hands frantically straightening their jackets.

 

    Jesper watched him work, then caught hold of his wrists. "I'll be at the apartment," he promised, and Wylan nodded.

 

    As soon as Wylan was out of sight, Jesper's feet took him towards the bustling streets of Ketterdam's criminal underworld–

 

    The Barrel.

 

    His mind spun, barely registering the magnificent metallic crow overhanging the door that seemed to monitor his every step. He stepped inside, letting the buzzing din of voices and shuffle of cards create a melody in his ears that was oh-so-sweet. The clicking of chips against one another.

 

    The clicking grew louder, the din and shuffling becoming overwhelming. The melody wasn't nearly as sweet as any Wylan could play, the crow-like decorations blatant reminders of Kaz's opinion of Jesper being back at the tables again.

 

     "You lost everything once, Jesper, you don't need to lose your life savings again," Jordie's voice rang through his mind like a gong bearing the world's heaviest mallet. "I don't care that it was twenty kruge and the odds weren't steep, Macy shouldn't have been swinging over the creek and neither should you."

 

    He turned back. "It's… a surprise." Damn right, it was. He'd get flowers, chocolate, and maybe even a stuffed bear. Wylan deserved the world.

 

    And Jesper wanted to be the one to give it to him.



Notes:

sorry for the angst guysssss

Chapter 30: xxx

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text


    Nina shoved Matthias backward. "Stop mothering me. You'll make a bigger mess of what's already bad enough."

 

    He scoffed, sitting the seat more upright and sitting correctly in it. “You should let me go find help,” he insisted, for the hundredth time. The fear that flashed in her eyes at the idea of being alone was what kept him here, instead of back up at the road looking for anyone to come and retrieve the wreckage that was his little Jetta. Nikolai had made jokes about the car being too small for Matthias’s needs, considering Trassel’s crate barely fit in the backseat, but he’d been rather fond of it anyway.

 

    “You should find someone with enough height to match your stupidity, since yours is nowhere close,” Nina snarked, then winced. “I don’t mean that.”

 

    “I know.”

 

    Matthias froze. He could hear noise. A motor, specifically. Too nearby to be simply from the highway. “Stay here,” he whispered, tugging the handle and pushing the door open as quietly as he could. The motor cut out, silence taking its place until he could hear voices.

 

    “Looks like a vehicle of some sort crashed through here,” one voice said, and Matthias frowned. He recognized it.

 

    “Blue paint over here,” another voice said.

 

     Nikolai.

 

     “Over here!” Matthias shouted, glancing backwards to make sure he wasn’t out of Nina's sight. “Nikolai!”

 

    Two men moved into his line of sight. Nikolai, and someone with a cane. Brekker? Matthias shifted, waving them over. Nikolai came running forward, enveloping Matthias in a tighter hug than he’d had in a while.

 

    “I told you so,” Brekker said to Nikolai. “Where’s Nina?”

 

    “In the car,” Matthias answered. “Her leg is messed up and there’s something wrong with her hand. She won’t let me close enough to take a look—” he was cut off by Brekker’s abrupt removal of himself from the conversation as he moved toward the car.

 

    “It’s good to see you,” Nikolai said, releasing Matthias. “We spent yesterday looking, and last night we slept in Caryeva."

 

    "'We'?" Matthias asked, watching Brekker open the car's door and talk to Nina. "Did the demon actually sleep for once?"

 

   "He did. Though he'd likely chop my head off for telling anyone." Nikolai looked back toward the road. "I don't think your car can be salvaged. We definitely can't all fit on Zoya's bike. Do you want me to get back within cell range and call someone, or–?"

 

    "You can," Matthias answered firmly. "I'll let Brekker know what you're doing. Go. She…" he trailed off, not knowing exactly what was the matter with Nina. She needed help.

 

    "Okay." Nikolai set off back towards the road, one last glance backward and he was gone. Matthias walked back to the car. Brekker whirled defensively, then relaxed some knowing who it was. "Nikolai is going to get back within range of cell service to call for help," Matthias announced. "We cannot all ride Zoya's bike to get back."

 

    Kaz nodded. "Her leg is broken. I don't know what's wrong with her hand. I can set the bone, but it'll be immensely painful, especially since she can't do anything about the pain." He looked more concerned and careful than Matthias had ever seen. The most emotion he'd ever seen the man wear was the pure rage at Nikolai's masquerade party, when Jesper's ex had insulted all of them.

 

    Nina rolled her eyes, though the grip she had on her upper arm belied her nonchalance. "Get on with it then, helmet-hair."

 

    Kaz sneered at her. "Insult me again and I'll wrench the bone out further, Zenik."

 

    "I wouldn't insult you if you'd get that shit under control," Nina snarked, gesturing to Kaz's hair.

 

    Kaz took hold of her leg, and Matthias averted his eyes as her skirt was forced to ride up further. "One," he counted, and Nina repeated after him. "Two." He tugged, and Nina shrieked as he set the bone, her teeth sinking into her wrist. Kaz looked around for a moment, then sighed, standing and going to the remnants of the trunk. "I assume you packed extra clothes," he asked of no one in particular, then dug through a suitcase until he came up with what looked to be a pair of Matthias's sweats for his morning jogging. Kaz walked back around, kneeling in front of Nina and putting his own cane alongside her leg, wrapping the pants and tying them tightly to create a makeshift splint. "It'll hurt to walk on for a while," he warned, standing back up again with the use of the side of the car.

 

    "I think if the all-powerful Kaz Brekker does it with such ease, the rest of us mere mortals should be able to manage it," Nina said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and laced with pain.

 

    "What can I do?" Matthias asked, part of him annoyed with himself for not diagnosing and setting the injury himself.

 

    "Keep your ass out of the way," Kaz said, not looking at him.

 

    "Get the last of the cheez-its from the bag," Nina spoke over Kaz. "We don't have to save them anymore. Just wait on Nikolai at this point."

 

    Matthias walked around to pull the front passenger door open, digging through until he found the snack. He brought it around, sitting down on the ground and leaning against the car to hand them to her. "Won't you need your cane?" he asked Kaz.

 

    Kaz arched an eyebrow, peering down at him. "I have much more experience with pain."

 

    Nina huffed. "Which is Kaz Dramatics for, yes he needs it, but his crows come first."

 

    Kaz glared at her.

 

    Nikolai came jogging back through the brush, his helmet tucked under his arm. "I talked to Zoya and she's on her way. I also received a call from Dominik, and unless we manage to make it back in time for this evening's show, they'll be short two cast members. We might cancel the show altogether."

 

    "Why?" Nina asked.

 

    "Petyr's down for the count," Nikolai answered, a grimness to his tone that hid devastation. "He’s losing feeling all over. Tests haven't come back in time, imaging hasn't shown enough, Jesper's probably kicking his own ass right now." He shoved a hand through his hair, looking at Kaz. "I…"

 

    "Thank you for coming out here, Nikolai," Nina interrupted. "Don't fucking say it should've been you, because it shouldn't have. Accidents happen."

 

    Nikolai clenched his jaw. "I wasn't going to." Kaz opened his mouth, but Nikolai interrupted him before he could speak. "We need to get back. Apparently Petyr said to keep the show going, even if he couldn't be in it anymore."

 

    "Who'll play Sturmhond?" Nina asked.

 

    "Isaak Andreyev, until I’m back." Nikolai scratched his neck. "There's something going on with the conference, too."

 

    Matthias frowned. "What?"

 

    "The Darkling made an attack on the Grisha who wouldn't side with him. Zoya sent me a list of the Grisha who escaped with her and the sun summoner, but I don't know them all." Nikolai opened his phone, handing it to Nina. "Here."

 

    Nina scanned the list. "This isn't many."

 

    "The others are all either unaccounted for or hostages," Nikolai said. "I intend to alert my father of what's going on when we get back to Ketterdam."

 

    "What's he going to do, sit on his ass and direct Vasily to make bets on horses?" Kaz said coolly.

 

    "Hopefully, he'll do something to get the Council involved," Nikolai replied. "Maybe there'll be another Grisha war."

 

    Nina glared at him. "Not funny."

 

    "Do I look like I'm joking?"

 

    Kaz took a breath. "Regardless. Ketterdam. And finding out what exactly happened to your damned show."

 

    "It's not damned," Nikolai retorted.

 

    "Whatever."

 

    When help arrived, it was in the form of a small caravan of cars. The Grisha, led by Alina Starkov. The sun summoner. Matthias had been supposed to meet her at the conference, on live TV. A beacon of unity, Aleksander had called it, between one who had once feared and hated Grisha and one who stood for all the best hope in the country.

 

    Now, Alina, Zoya, and the other Grisha looked angry, afraid, or both. Matthias stepped back as they huddled around his Jetta, a group of them in scarlet coats talking to Nina, a group in purple examining his engine and the body of his car, and Zoya, her arms crossed, standing between Alina Starkov and a man in plain clothes.

 

    "Nikolai!" Zoya called, lowering her voice again once he was near her.

 

    Matthias felt like an outsider, someone from outside looking in. Nina's laughter, lighter than he'd heard it since before they'd crossed the Fold, rang out through the clearing.

 

    The terrors of those few hours on the Fold were still in Matthias's head, the swooshing of wings and screeching of volcra, the metal shredding apart as their claws ripped through it.

 

    "Matthias." Nina was in front of him, someone's coat around her shoulders and Kaz's cane no longer strapped to her leg.

 

    "Nina."

 

    "Let's go home," she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "You don't need to drive if you don't want to. David's offered to drive–"

 

    "I want to." Matthias didn't want to, but if he didn't put himself back behind the wheel now, he never would again. Nikolai was looking at him, a curious expression on his face, as though he could see right through him. "Get your cheez-its," Matthias told her, lifting her up and pressing a kiss to her temple. Nina simpered. "We're going home."

Notes:

HELNIKKKKKKK

i adore matthias helvar so much

Chapter 31: xxxi

Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: update for the chat

bangbangbi changed their name to merchling's

merchling's changed merchling's name to bangbangbi's

 

bangbangbi's: There's one way to tell everyone I guess

 

Cultist: four days in the wilderness and what did i miss

Cultist: a tear in the space-time continuum.

 

coolest privateer: neens i didn't know you knew how to spell continuum

 

Cultist: shut up nerd

Cultist: allegedly

Cultist: someone

Cultist: may or may not

Cultist: have slept on someone else's shoulder

 

coolest privateer: i don't know anyone who sleeps on shoulders.

 

Boss: Nor do I.

 

knife wife: lol

 

Cultist: saints

 

coolest privateer: wherever you got this information it is FALSE




[Jazhands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: You're dead.

 

jes: i didn't say anything i promise

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Bullshit.




[escape artists]

 

Nikolai: how did she know??

 

Kaz: You cannot share this photo with anyone or you're dead.

Kaz: Attachment: 1 Image

 

Nikolai: you didn't

Nikolai: wait a picture of me

Nikolai: i thought you were simply a fan of sturmhond

 

Kaz: More than Sturmhond.

 

Nikolai: is that to be added to the portfolio or the locked album? :)

 

Kaz: What do you think.

 

Nikolai: burned. kaz brekker has no weaknesses

 

Kaz: It's true.

 

Nikolai: wait you sent it to nina?

 

Kaz: No. Jesper.

Kaz: I didn't know how to feel about the situation. I went to him for solace.

Kaz: It won't happen again.

 

Nikolai: you got a good place to find solace

Nikolai: there's a reason he's one of my best friends

 

Kaz: There's a reason he's one of mine as well.

Kaz: Do not tell him I said that.

 

Nikolai: i would never

Nikolai: someone in this chat knows how to keep a reputation upheld

 

Kaz: I seem to remember a masquerade party, a furious actor, and a street rat bloodying someone's nose.

 

Nikolai: i seem to remember not much

Nikolai: but other people seem to remember a game of seven minutes in heaven and a rather testy mood when the street rat emerged

 

Kaz: Then evidently, it's not me. Someone let our secret out.

 

Nikolai: "our secret" sounds mysterious

Nikolai changed their name to secret keeper

secret keeper: no but would he have told nina?

 

Kaz: I do find it mildly unlikely. I didn't think he would tell anyone.




[What is this chat.]

 

Kaz: Where did you get your information from, Zenik?

 

Nina: ooo mysterious

Nina: well you see when jesper went to send you that saintsforsaken krispie treat recipe i saw a picture in the chat

Nina: you should send it to me fr

 

Kaz: Attachment: Link

 

Nina: NOT THE RECIPE DUMBASS




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Boss: Jesper, why the hell doesn't your phone have the darkened screen protector? There is sensitive information on your mobile device.

 

merchling's: you never bought me a new one after my last phone broke

 

coolest privateer: oh yeah blame kaz for everything

 

Cultist: hush boytoy

 

coolest privateer: i take great offense at that

 

merchling's: DAMN

 

bangbangbi's: Take the gate too

 

coolest privateer: jesper you have a show in four hours i sincerely hope you're prepared to face the wrath of Sturmhond

 

Cultist: subject change is wild

 

merchling's: ofc i am

 

coolest privateer: then use your spare time to get a new screen protector

coolest privateer: sensitive information. scripts are copyrighted, dumbass

 

merchling's: bold of you to assume i don't have multiple pdfs open

 

Cultist: who all's going to tonight's show

 

merchling's: me!

 

coolest privateer: i am!!!

 

Boss: I'm considering attending.

 

bangbangbi's: I'll be there

 

merchling's: my three favorite men 🥰

 

coolest privateer: oh stopppp you'll make me blushhhhhh

 

bangbangbi's: The whole squad in tow. Colm and Alys and Thea and everyone

 

merchling's: you make me blush

 

Boss has left the chat

 

coolest privateer added Boss to the chat

 

knife wife: i'm going. Nina's not sure. Matthias says he'll carry her if she wants to go

 

coolest privateer: tell her she can have a front row seat

 

Boss: Who gave you the power to grant that?

 

coolest privateer: i'm rich, white, male, and an actor i can do whatever i want

coolest privateer: i'm kidding.

 

merchling's: DAMN

merchling's: spread it around a bit i'm few of those :(

merchling's: i'm male and an actor!

 

Cultist: are you kidding tho

 

coolest privateer: i am

coolest privateer: i'm also a minority!!!!!!! bisexual babes

 

merchling's: besides you're also a minority it doesn't count anyways

 

coolest privateer: ONE BRAIN WE SHARE IT JESPER FAHEY

 

knife wife: one braincell*

 

Cultist: 💀

 

Boss: I fear for your shared braincell.

 

coolest privateer: me too dw




[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: what seat in the house do you want?

 

Kaz: In the back.

Kaz: I'll be there.

Kaz: Thank you for taking me to Nina.

 

secret keeper: thanks for not lecturing me about abandoning the show to go somewhere someone else could've gone

 

Kaz: It would have been you on that sword.

Kaz: Watch your props this evening.

 

secret keeper: you make it sound like you switched them the other day lmao

 

Kaz: Yes. While you were busy making jokes about knapsacks and riding.

 

secret keeper: ayo i never said anything about either of those

secret keeper: backpack* and no i never made a riding joke

 

Kaz: Whatever.

 

secret keeper changed Kaz 's name to knapsack

 

secret keeper: perfect

 

knapsack: Okay.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling's: soooooo bad news

merchling's: i have neither a new phone screen nor money

merchling's: but i do have this cool new (ish) set of brass knuckles from somewhere in Shu Han

merchling's: Attachment: 1 Image

 

knife wife: WAIT

knife wife: THOSE ARE

knife wife: Attachment: Link

knife wife: THE KIND THAT HAVE THE

knife wife: KAZ THE ONES WE WERE LOOKING AT

 

Boss: The ones with the switch to put blades out. Bludgeoning and piercing damage at once.

 

coolest privateer: kaz brekker playing dnd

coolest privateer: will wonders never cease

 

bangbangbi's: Just wait until you learn he has any hobbies at all

bangbangbi's: Then you'll be really shocked

bangbangbi's: Jesper why do you have knife knuckles

 

merchling's: all the better to

merchling's: idk i was gonna make a red riding hood ref but i can't decide on one

 

bangbangbi's: Focus on sturgeon

 

merchling's: ????????????????????

 

bangbangbi's: Sturmhond

 

merchling's: RIGHT THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS

 

bangbangbi's: Nikolai if you kiss my partner on that stage then Petyr Privyet won't be the only Sturmhond out of commission

bangbangbi's: 😚

 

coolest privateer: holy shit

coolest privateer: imagine picking sides against your best friend

 

merchling's: womp womp

 

Boss: Whomp whomp.

 

merchling's: STOPPPPPPPPPP

 

Boss: No.

 

coolest privateer: ok guys shhh i'm in the opening scene i gtg

 

Cultist: nooooo bye

 

knife wife: is it bad to say break a leg considering Petyr's condition

 

bangbangbi's: I don't know

 

Boss: No.

 

Cultist: never

Cultist: @coolest privateer break a leg <3

 

coolest privateer: mmmm i'd rather not but you know what they say

coolest privateer: what happens backstage stays backstage

 

Boss: No one says that.

 

coolest privateer: i'll use my privileged ass to get everyone to

 

merchling's: your privileged ass could get many people to do a lot of things babe

 

coolest privateer: awww thanks

 

merchling's: good luck, enemy mine

 

coolest privateer: <33333

coolest privateer: correction

coolest privateer: no mourners.

 

merchling's: NO FUNERALS

merchling's: 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

 

Cultist: 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

 

bangbangbi’s: 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

 

Matthias Helvar: seven? 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

 

knife wife: 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

 

Boss: No.

 

knife wife: please?

 

Boss: …

Boss: 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

 

coolest privateer: 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

Chapter 32: xxxii

Chapter Text


    Kaz stood in the lobby of the theater, watching as people milled about. He could spot several recognizable people, including Tatiana Lantsov herself and several councilmen (though, for Wylan's sake, thankfully not Jan Van Eck. Kaz still wasn't sure exactly what had happened there, but he did know Wylan had hidden from him for four years from the age of twelve to the age of sixteen).

 

    Inej's poking around had revealed long ago that Van Eck had found himself embedded in a series of underhanded schemes, though she hadn't been able to find the source of them. Van Eck certainly wasn't bright enough to mastermind them. The councilman had been removed from the council, sent to "readjust" in the countryside somewhere, and restraining orders had been filed against him by Wylan and by his ex wife, Alys. She'd kept his name, though. And Wylan's half sister, Dorothea.

 

    Kaz edged toward the door to the auditorium as the seats filled. He didn't want too many eyes on him, but he didn't want to miss the beginning of the show, either. His phone buzzed with a text.




[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: in your seat yet, or still considering a mark for your next job?

 

knapsack: Scoping out the area. Checking for potential opportunities.

 

secret keeper: lol




    Kaz stepped behind the door, waiting until the lights went down before seating himself. The very back row, in the center. So Lantsov was good for something after all. The curtain parted as someone in a teal coat stepped through. Nikolai.

 

     "Thank you for coming to tonight's production of Stormbound Hearts. To any of you who attended last night's performance, my apologies for the evening being cut short." Nikolai swept a hand out toward the audience. "Our Sturmhond from yesterday is recovering well, and I will be performing in his place." A cheer from Nina? "With no further ado–or, much further ado–enjoy the show." Nikolai met Kaz's eye, a smirk on his face, then stepped behind the curtain again.

 

    The next time it opened, it was a set that looked eerily akin to the docks at First Harbor, in a time period they met the canal that now ran between Ketterdam and Old Ravka. A voice over the speakers began narrating the story–how Sturmhond trained together with a Shu woman named Mayu Kir-Khodo (played by Tamar), beneath the instruction of a Captain Rohan. The plot continued with Rohan's untimely death, Mayu and Sturmhond parting ways, and Sturmhond's travels as he defeated numerous enemies and saved many people, designed inventions that were the heart of today's military and the reason Ravka had struck such a deal with Kerch in those days. Finally, Sturmhond faced Vezin Neyali, who was played by Jesper. The pirate mocked him, and Sturmhond defeated his crew in battle, nearly losing his life in the process. He removed four of Neyali's fingers, feeding them to his own dog (Milo in a costume).

 

    Neyali escaped aboard a lifeboat that evening, along with his first mate and the prisoner they'd kept. Sturmhond renamed the ship the Volkvolny, Old Ravkan for "Wolf of the Waves" according to the papers in Kaz's hand. Mayu caught up to the ship, boarding it and explaining that Neyali had taken her brother captive. The Zemeni captain had told her to hunt down Sturmhond and bring him, dead or alive, to the pirate's hideout. They came up with a scheme, where Sturmhond and the ship would be turned over to Neyali and Mayu would escape with her brother. She demanded to know how Sturmhond himself would then escape, and he refused to tell, insisting it was a performer's secret. They traveled to Neyali's hideout, and the set shifted from the Volkvolny 's deck back and forth to a cavernous hideaway where Neyali resided, tormenting Mayu's brother (played by Tolya).

 

    At intermission, Kaz stepped out to the lobby once more, checking his phone.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

coolest privateer: you lot have twenty minutes to do anything with yourselves besides keeping your seats warm

coolest privateer: thoughts on the show?

 

Cultist: i'll strangle you

 

merchling's: careful he'll enjoy it

 

Cultist: nikolai watch out tatiana alert she's headed backstage

 

coolest privateer: oh no

 

Boss: You are performing well.

Boss: Jesper, you too.

 

coolest privateer: well thank you i'm trying




    Kaz tucked his phone away as Nina, Matthias, Inej, Wylan, and Thea made their ways over toward him. Inej was saying something to Nina about the plot, but Thea's eyes were fixed on Kaz alone.

 

    "You look like you've been sitting at the gates of Os Alta," the girl said blatantly.

 

    Kaz arched a brow. "I'm sure I appear more put together than a beggar."

 

    "Only a bit." Thea turned to Wylan. "I'd like to get some popcorn," she announced, then looked toward the concession stand. "Mom gave me money for it."

 

    "Okay," Wylan replied. "I'll be right over here."

 

    Thea launched away in the direction of the food. Kaz had met her before, but he was always slightly taken aback by how… blunt she was. Alys was simple, but Thea was nothing of the sort, her mind constantly moving to the next idea, the next thought. It seemed as though social skills were simply not a priority.

 

    Kaz's phone buzzed again.




[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: backstage please

secret keeper: don't be obvious about it

secret keeper: Attachment: 1 Image

secret keeper: i'm in the room i circled on the map

secret keeper: come here please

 

knapsack: Why?

 

secret keeper: isaak's doing the rest of the show instead of me he's getting his makeup and stuff done rn




    Kaz shoved his phone in his pocket, turning toward the exit.

 

    "Where are you going?" Nina demanded. "The show's only half over."

 

    Kaz didn't acknowledge her, ignoring the small huff of Inej's breath as he made his way out of the building. Around the side, there. Backstage access. He glanced around, then slid the picks from the pocket in his sleeve, finally getting the lock open. He opened the door and was met with a flurry of movement, costume racks, a prop table, and finally the room Nikolai had marked. He knocked once, then opened the door, closing it abruptly behind him.

 

    Nikolai was in the center of a black couch, the likes of which Jesper had firmly informed Kaz in high school never to sit on. His head was tucked down between his knees, the only clothes remaining on his body being a pair of black leggings and a t-shirt, likely worn beneath his costume. Which Isaak now wore.

 

    "What business?" Kaz asked coolly, his hands folded atop his cane.

 

    Nikolai's eyes snapped to meet his. "My mother." He looked down again. "She had a message. I'm supposed to go with her tonight, back into Old Ravka. The Lantsovs are hunkering down out of whatever horrid scheme the Darkling concocts, and I'm supposed to go no contact with everyone."

 

    Kaz froze.

 

    Nine weeks. Nine weeks, he'd been actually talking to this idiot. Two and a half months. And yet the idea of not seeing him or talking to him again for who knew how long had his mind scrambling, wanting to tear down every wall of this building and shred the curtains on the stage.

 

    "Show me a picture of Isaak," Kaz said briskly, refusing the rising panic access to his voice. Nikolai opened his phone, swiping through pictures before finally holding it out toward Kaz. He'd do. Not ideal, but if they could get a tailor in with him… "Ask him to go in your place."

 

    Nikolai laughed, until he realized Kaz wasn't joking. "I can't ask–"

 

    "Then pay him to." Kaz wouldn't be above blackmail, but he suspected that level of isolation would be more unpleasant than Nikolai would be willing to blackmail someone into. "You're staying," he said. No questions, no hypotheticals. Nikolai would stay here, even if it meant calling in every deal in Kaz's book.

 

    Nikolai looked slightly baffled, then genuinely considered. "I'd be able to help against the Darkling," he mused, then nodded. "I'll talk to him after the show. I'll buy more time from my mother before we have to leave–before they have to leave," he corrected.

 

    Kaz set his jaw. "Remind me of the rest of the story," he said, glancing toward the monitor that showed what was happening onstage. It had no audio.

 

    So Nikolai did. He narrated, as Mayu turned Sturmhond and the ship over to Neyali. He spoke of parallel torment and despair, as Mayu poured her heart out to her brother about Sturmhond's sacrifice and devotion, and as Sturmhond was locked in Fabrikator-made chains and tortured, the names of his fleet's ships demanded and not given up. Preparing to face his own death, plotting the demise of Neyali, and having saved Mayu's brother, making peace with not being able to see her face again. Neyali challenging Sturmhond to a duel to the death, Sturmhond's acceptance. Sturmhond gaining the upper hand, Neyali's first mate distracting him, and Neyali backing him to the edge of the ship's deck, then piercing him with his own sword.

 

    The sail fell, the rigging having been sliced through, and trapped Neyali. Sturmhond pulled the sail from the pirate's face, delivering a chilling line about vengeance, and then, his wound weakening him still, hauled the sail-wrapped captain to the edge of the ship and hurled him into the sea.

 

    Mayu and Sturmhond faced the rest of the pirates in the stronghold, an axe thrown from above felling the last of them.

 

    Sturmhond collapsed, and Mayu screamed, the sound of it echoing over the sea, through the building. Nikolai shut his eyes a moment, and Kaz prompted him. "What's happening now?"

 

    "Healing." Nikolai stared at the screen. "She's Grisha. She's healing his wound." Sturmhond gasped, his hand clutching hers, and then her brother pulled them to their feet.

 

    "Thank you for saving my life," Nikolai said, his gaze fixed on the stage as he spoke, first as Sturmhond, then an imitation of Mayu's voice. "It was the least I could do. You saved one of the two people I treasure most. It was only fair that I save the other myself." Nikolai's hands twitched, as Sturmhond said something further and the lead characters shared a kiss while the curtain fell.

 

    "Curtain call," Nikolai said softly, as chaos erupted outside the door, then went silent. "They'll all bow."

 

    Kaz moved to the dressing table, leaning his cane against it. "Good." He rested his hand on it, gritting his jaw against the inclination to order Nikolai to get his ass across the room. And do what?

 

    Nikolai stood, shutting off the monitor. "I should get dressed," he announced, then started rummaging through things. His own, Kaz assumed.

 

     Speaking of ass.

 

    Kaz looked away. Who was he, Nina Zenik? His thoughts had taken a concerning turn. Quick, Kaz. Think of anything else. Jesper onstage. Nina that one time she nearly burned the Slat to the ground attempting to make pancakes.

 

    Nikolai was standing in front of him, the leggings covered by a pair of grey sweatpants. "What's on your mind?" he asked, the traces of humor usually coating his every word gone.

 

    "Pancakes." Kaz frowned at himself. The fuck. Who thinks about pancakes at random. "Kruge. How much kruge I could have by selling pancakes."

 

    Nikolai's lips slipped into a smile. Kaz refused to focus on it. "You amuse me, Kaz Brekker."

 

    "Rietveld," Kaz corrected, then snapped his teeth shut. What. The. Hell. The name Rietveld hadn't left anyone's lips in forever, not since Colm had used Kaz's full name in scolding and Kaz had flown into a rage.

 

    "Kaz Rietveld," Nikolai repeated, as though testing the words over his tongue. "I like it. Very Kerch."

 

    "You don't prefer Ravkan, Lantsov?" Kaz said, an edge to his voice that he hadn't meant to put there.

 

    "No. Kerch words frame the movements of one's lips better." Nikolai's gaze flicked lower, then back to Kaz's eyes again.

 

    Kaz became suddenly very aware of the dressing table at his back, the door that was still unlocked that anyone could walk through at any time, the window that was too high up for anyone from outside to see in through but still, and Nikolai.

 

     Nikolai.

 

     Nikolai turned on his heel, marching heavily toward the door. "Sit yourself on the desk, Kaz. Like how I was at… the masquerade." He fumbled with the lock, sliding it home.

 

    "Dressing table," Kaz corrected, not budging.

 

    Nikolai shot him a glance. "Ravkan versus Kerch, treasure. " A Kerch word, from before the dialects became a mixture. An old one. Meaning treasure, precious, the thing you hold closest to your soul.

 

    Kaz wasn't even sure how he'd gotten himself onto the desk, but there he was nonetheless. The window was covered, and Nikolai was in front of him again, his face slightly flushed.

 

    "I think…" Nikolai paused. "I'd like to kiss you," he stated, his chest stilling as he waited for an answer.

 

    Kaz inhaled, his entire body on edge as Nikolai shifted slightly closer. "I think… I'd like that," he said quietly, his eyes darting to the door one more time.

 

    "I sure hoped so," Nikolai murmured. One of his hands rested on Kaz's on the dressing table, the other moving toward his jaw. Kaz's breath stopped in anticipation, and his heart seemed to, as well.

 

    Nikolai's phone rang. They both glared at it, willing it into silence. Kaz could've sworn he heard Nikolai hiss, "Bad timing, Wylan." It went quiet, then rang again. Kaz's phone buzzed and Nikolai stepped back. "He knows I'm either backstage or onstage," Nikolai explained, reaching for his phone. "Something's up if he's calling me twice."

 

    Kaz resisted the urge to rip the phone from his hand and throw it in the canal. He pulled his phone out, checking the messages.





[Jazhands]

 

jes: out here asap. thea's awol

jes: nobody's seen her since intermission, apparently. she said something about going with you and wylan thought she'd talked to you already

jes: did she?

 

Kazzle Dazzle: No.

 

jes: she's 11 yers old how does she just disappear

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Have you met any eleven year olds?

 

jes: oh yeah that was when you'd ride the bike w him right

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Shut up.

 

jes: make me lmao

jes: i don't mean that

jes: wylan's worried the world's worst dickwad may have her

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Empty your pockets, Jesper Llewellyn Fahey.

 

jes: v funny

jes: no im talking about his sperm donor

 

Kazzle Dazzle: That's an impolite way to put it.

 

jes: he didn't do anything better than make wylan exist so

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Fair.

Kazzle Dazzle: Let me know when Inej finds a lead.

 

jes: not me? uwu

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Let me know if any of you find a lead. Inej is the most likely to.

 

jes: real

jes: i swear to saints this show is like jinxed or something

 

Kazzle Dazzle: At least no one was grievously injured this evening.

 

jes: erm actually i have a bruise on my forehead from where one of the loops from the rigging hit me when tamar dropped it

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Whomp. Whomp.

 

jes: RUDE

 

Kazzle Dazzle: <3

Chapter 33: xxxiii

Notes:

chapter 33 already. damn

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling's: good morning to everyone except nikolai :(

merchling's: i wanted to stab you :( not isaak

 

coolest privateer: comforting

coolest privateer: also, it's not nikolai. it's jordan :) get your names right jes

 

merchling's: oh mb

merchling's: you know those darn kerch names always tripping me up

 

Boss: They are not.




[Jazhands]

 

jes: you had him use jordie's name.

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I needed one on the spot. I couldn't very well say "This is…" to everyone, could I?

 

jes: you could've used literally any other name but go off ig

 

Kazzle Dazzle: 🖕

 

jes: creative

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I'm learning from Jordan.

 

jes: ugh tmi

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Shut up.

 

jes: no i'm kidding please tell me more

jes: he told me what happened backstage :(

jes: with tatiana and whatnot

jes: sucks that isaak's stuck there now but at least he's getting paid to sit around

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Is that all he said?

 

jes: yeah lmao

jes: why

 

Kazzle Dazzle: No reason.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Has "Jordan" said anything to you about backstage at the show?

 

Inej: not other than the stuff about Isaak going to stay with the Lantsovs

 

Kaz: Okay.




[Wylan, Kaz]

 

Kaz: What has Jordan said of backstage?

 

Wylan: Not much

Wylan: Why

 

Kaz: No reason.

 

Wylan: Ok




[Nina, Inej, Jesper, Wylan, Matthias]

 

Nina: is anyone getting the vibe something definitely happened backstage at the show

 

Jesper: refer to rule #1 of theater neens

 

Wylan: Wear clothing.

 

Jesper: that's not a rule at all, love

Jesper: rule #1 is what happens backstage stays backstage

 

Nina: THEN WHY TF IS KAZ BEING SO WEIRD EVERY TIME ANYONE BRINGS UP THE SHOW

 

Jesper: wait are wy and me the only ones who got the question about what jordan said about being backstage

 

Nina: what.

 

Inej: no

 

Matthias: I am absolutely lost.

 

Nina: you're in the kitchen, dear

Nina: getting me waffles

Nina: *uses mind tricks*

 

Matthias: Lol.

 

Jesper: saints it's like watching 70yos flirt

 

Nina: rude

 

Matthias: Rude.

 

Nina: what was kaz asking about being backstage???

 

Jesper: no idea

Jesper: well i have an idea

Jesper: but it has to do with seven minutes in heaven and something that kaz would punch me in the face for suggesting

Jesper: so

 

Nina: woah woah woah




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Boss: Jesper. Colm would like you to know that Milo GOATed.

 

merchling's: saints

merchling's: tell da his opinion is valued and appreciated

merchling's: don't tell da his pun was awful

 

Boss: Too late.

 

merchling's: no he'll cry :(

merchling's: one more show to go guys

merchling's: and maybe someone will manage to see Nikolai onstage for once ;)

 

Boss: No.

 

merchling's: WOAH HOLD UP DID NOT NEED TO KNOW WHO'D BE KEEPING HIM OFFSTAGE

 

Boss: Shut up, Jesper.

 

knife wife: shut up, Jesper

 

merchling's: no one appreciates me enough :(

merchling's: oop phone's ringing unknown caller either new friend or new enemy let's goooo

 

Cultist: for their sake i hope it's the latter

 

bangbangbi's: Wow Nina

 

Cultist: :)

 

knife wife: got a lead on Thea

 

Boss: That was quick. Even for you.

 

knife wife: up all night lol

 

Boss: Oh.

 

knife wife: based on witnesses, she was carried from the theater into a car, seemingly asleep. got footage from a couple of small businesses down the road and the car went toward the barrel. i haven't delved much deeper than that but it's not entirely surprising tbh

 

bangbangbi's: Where in the barrel

 

knife wife: i don't know, i'm trying to figure that out

 

merchling's: i may have an idea

merchling's: so phone call is still in fact unknown

merchling's: but

merchling's: so basically what i'm guessing happened was somebody that i'm not in the best graces of saw me kissing Wylan the other night

merchling's: and decided that thea's an easy way to get at me

 

knife wife: oh

 

merchling's: anyone have six thousand kruge i can borrow?

 

Boss: Jordan, don't.

 

coolest privateer: i wasn't even going to say anything :(

 

Boss: Good.

 

merchling's: heist?

 

bangbangbi's: Heist?

 

knife wife: i'll help

 

coolest privateer: time for jordan to prove his worth?

 

Boss: He already has. Yes, heist.

 

bangbangbi's: Thank you

 

Boss: You're welcome.

Boss: Thea seems a valuable asset. I will not allow her to be harmed.

 

bangbangbi's: 😭

 

merchling's: valuable asset my ass kaz just admit you care for people

 

Boss: Never.




[my chemical romance]

 

flute: i'm sorry that she got mixed up in it

 

flute blower: Stop with the gambling please

flute blower: Before someone else gets hurt too

 

flute: i'll try.

 

flute blower: That's all I ask of you

 

flute: PHANTOM OF THE OPERA???

 

flute blower: YOU NOTICED

 

flute: OF COURSE I NOTICED

 

flute blower: 😄

 

flute: <3

 

flute blower: <3

Notes:

phantom of the opera mention?

one of my favorite shows of all time, so, yes.

Chapter 34: xxxiv

Notes:

for the record, i’m aware dialogue jumps around between high intensity and raw emotion vs a more joking tone. having experienced urgent and intense situations very recently, it’s accurate. don’t come after me in the comments, please :(

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

    Nina wasn't sure what she expected to find when she went upstairs to Kaz's office at the Slat. She'd been staying with Matthias since they'd gotten back, and she knew she was late.

 

    She didn't feel bad, considering Jesper was probably later.

 

    The door opened and the sight before her was startling, and yet somehow familiar. Kaz sat behind his desk, glaring at nothing, Inej was perched on the windowsill, Nikolai–sorry, Jordan–was messing with something on a shelf and providing commentary, Matthias was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and looking as though he'd rather be anywhere else, and she was right. Wylan and Jesper were later than she was.

 

    "Could you possibly have taken any more time, Zenik?" Kaz said coolly, interrupting Jordan's commentary.

 

    "I could," Nina replied, closing the door. "But then you might deign to miss me."

 

    "We always miss you," Inej said sweetly, crumbling a pastry for some birds that had landed beside her.

 

    "If you keep feeding them, they'll keep coming back," Kaz informed her.

 

    "I know."

 

    "That's a little bit of the point, love," Nina told him. "You could have taken a bit more time to get ready, I think."

 

    Kaz arched a brow.

 

    "Your hair could have used some more work."

 

    He ran a self conscious hand through his hair. "My hair is just fine," he snarled. "Where are Jesper and Wylan?"

 

    "Probably hurriedly on their way and only half dressed."

 

    Matthias snorted and Kaz glared at him. "Don't encourage her."

 

    "Encouragement is sweet," Jordan announced. "Like the time I was unable to be onstage because of emotional disaster and–"

 

    Kaz's chair whipped around and he glared at him. "Shut up."

 

    Jordan smirked. "My apologies."

 

    Yeah, they'd definitely gotten up to some shit backstage. The question was, what?

 

    The door swung open and Jesper rushed in, Wylan following behind him.

 

    “You’re late,” Kaz said, not even having turned around yet.

 

    “My fault,” Wylan apologized.

 

    “Yeah, for being irresistible,” Jesper corrected. “Although that may just be genetics—”

 

    “Having personally met the individual responsible for supplying Wylan’s genetics,” Jordan interrupted, “it is not genetics.”

 

    "Regardless of Wylan's physical appearance," Kaz said coolly, "Inej got us an address and blueprints." He unrolled them on his desk, and Nina took a step closer.

 

    "Where?" Wylan asked.

 

    "Lower Barrel. One of the warehouses on West Stave. Right beside the Crow Club, actually, if you know where that is."

 

    "I do," Nina said. "Why do you know where the Crow Club is?"

 

    "I've had to drag Jesper's ass out of there more times than I can count."

 

    "Hey," Jesper cried. "I also happen to have a close friend who owns the place."

 

    "Oh?" Jordan turned. "Who?"

 

    "Irrelevant." Kaz glared at Jesper. "We don't need the Crow Club's resources, so your… companion does not matter right now. But I will keep that in mind." He pointed at the blueprints. "We're going in quietly. From the Crow Club's rooftop."

 

    "I thought you just said we don't need the Crow Club's resources," Nina questioned.

 

    "We don't need to talk to the owner," Kaz corrected himself.

 

    "But it's in the lower Barrel. What if the owner catches us and decides to murder us before we have a chance to get Thea out?" Nina chose to ignore the way Wylan's face paled at her words.

 

    "He might decide to murder you before then regardless," Kaz snapped.

 

    "Well, it doesn't matter," Jesper said cheerfully. "Because I'm friends with him."

 

    "I've heard he considers it more of a business partnership," Kaz cut back.

 

    "Tomato, tomahto."

 

    "Farmer boy," Nina snorted.

 

    "Who do you think provides your fancy Grisha salads?" Jesper smirked.

 

    "For one thing, I despise the salads that the kitchen puts together," Nina replied. "For another, the kitchen is closed while the Darkling does whatever shit he's doing. And for a third, not a jurda farmer."

    "So we're going across the roofs," Jordan said, snagging their attention on the plan once more. "Then what?"

 

    "The door on the roof will have a lock. I'll pick it. We kick ass and smash skulls until we get to the basement, where Thea is. Wylan, you're setting up explosives in case we need a speedy getaway. Nina's healing any injuries Thea may have, Matthias is carrying her out if necessary. Inej and Jesper are lookouts from rooftops nearby, Jesper from the Crow Club and Inej from the Meat Shop–"

 

    "You won't need your best sharpshooter inside?" Jesper pouted.

 

    "Jordan is competent with firearms," Kaz said evenly. "I want you on the roof in case someone tries to get out and alert the stadwatch. Snipe them."

 

    "Fine." Jesper grinned. "But can I be on the Meat Shop's roof instead? I might get a glance inside."

 

    "No."

 

    "What's at the meat shop?" Wylan asked.

 

    "It's a pleasure house," Inej said softly.

 

    Jordan's eyes hardened. "Inej on that place's roof and Jesper on the gambling hall's roof, Kaz?"

 

    Kaz gave him a look. "Learn the layout of the Barrel and what happens in it, Jordan, and then get back to me about where you think my crew should be stationed on a heist."

 

    "I miss when the crew was the three of us," Jesper said grumpily.

 

    Nina crossed her arms. "I'm glad you're so appreciative of our help in getting out of the mess you caused."

 

    "He didn't," Wylan defended. "I–"

 

    "Did nothing wrong," Jesper interrupted him.

 

    "Study up." Kaz shoved the blueprints toward them. "I don't want any of us carrying more than we have to. Legally, all information we have should be turned over to the stadwatch."

 

    Nina looked at the prints. "So tell me about this club owner, Jesper. Is he tall, moody, and as terrible at dealing cards as he is at cutting his hair?"

 

    "Yes," Jesper answered. "Really sexy, too. And mean. And super rich."

 

    "Will we be meeting him?" Matthias asked.

 

    "No," Kaz answered.

 

    "I've never seen him," Jordan said. "I used to follow my brother there all the time, they'd run rigged races all the time. He didn't catch on."

 

    "How did you catch on?" Kaz asked, his tone unchanged, but Nina heard his heart rate spike.

 

    "The wins were too inconsistent," Jordan replied. "Like they were unnaturally natural. Timing was too perfect."

 

    Kaz smirked. "Observant."

 

    "Thank you."

 

    "Go get ready for your show," Kaz said, rolling the blueprints up. "We leave for the warehouse as soon as you're both out of your costumes."

 

    Jesper saluted, a glance to Inej before he left the room. Jordan hesitated, then followed.

 

    "Smooth," Nina said, as soon as the door shut.

 

    "Get out."

 

    Nina didn't waste time hanging around.

Notes:

poor wesper

but jesper’s getting his kick in the pants, so…

also if anyone’s confused at all:

isaak went into hiding with the lantsovs in nikolai’s place.

nikolai is now posing as jordan. i don’t remember what i had his last name be right now, but i’ll find it in editing at some point i’m sure if it becomes relevant :)

Chapter 35: xxxv

Notes:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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Chapter Text


    The Crow Club had an enormous, gorgeously crafted crow over the front door.

 

    Instead of listening to Kaz go over the plan again, Nikolai spent the time staring down from the edge of the roof instead. "Do you think a Fabrikator made it?" he asked of no one in particular.

 

    "I've heard there were a couple of them," Kaz answered. "Are you paying attention?"

 

    "Yes. Break in, smash heads, get the girl, get out before the cops show up." Nikolai grinned. "Sounds like high school."

 

    "You were smashing heads in high school?" Nina asked skeptically, smoothing her skirt with her hands.

 

    "Figuratively," Nikolai winked.

 

    Wylan rolled his shoulders, his bag's strap shifting over his chest as he did so. "Can we get moving?"

 

    "Yes." Kaz moved to the edge of the roof, where Inej had fashioned a rope bridge of sorts. "Hendriks, Zenik, Helvar. You're with me." He moved across the bridge, and Nina and Matthias followed.

 

    Nikolai looked at Jesper. "'Hendriks'?" he questioned. I thought we were on a first name basis.

 

     Jesper shrugged, already messing with the equipment he'd brought. "It's Kaz."

 

    "Fair enough." Nikolai started across the bridge.

 

    "Well, I suppose it's just us–" Jesper began, then cut himself off. Nikolai turned to see him facing where Wylan had been. He was already gone, off to set up his explosives, probably.

 

    "Jesper."

 

    "Yeah?" Jesper looked at Nikolai again.

 

    "No mourners." Nikolai smirked.

 

    "No funerals." Jesper grinned, turning back to his work.

 

    Nikolai continued across the gap between the buildings, the drop to the alleyway mildly dizzying.

 

    "You're first down," Kaz informed him, as he picked the lock on a hatch on the rooftop. "Helvar might make too much noise and I don't want the heartrender incapacitated if the drop is too much."

 

    "So, now that I'm not your rich friend who buys everyone dinner at Wafflepocalypse after a show, I'm expendable?" Nikolai quipped, watching Kaz work.

 

    "Exactly." Kaz opened the hatch carefully, listening for a moment and then shining a flashlight down. "Clear. Go."

 

    "As you wish, Brekker." Nikolai braced his hands on the edges of the hatch, lowering himself.

 

    The light on the floor proved that it was a long drop, and Nikolai braced himself, before letting go to hit the floor and roll. He stayed still for a moment, listening for a sign of anyone coming.

 

    "Matthias next," Nikolai called up when he heard nothing. "It's a bit of a drop."

 

    Matthias hit the ground harder than Nikolai had, but he stuck his landing, moving through the joints in his legs to absorb the impact. "I'll catch Nina," he announced, standing beneath the hatch.

 

    "If my skirts come up, Jordan," Nina informed them, as she braced her hands on the ledge, "take a long look. Because it'll be the last one you get." She dropped down, tucking her legs toward herself so that Matthias could catch her easily. Kaz's pale face appeared in the opening. "Set me down and catch him," Nina instructed Matthias.

 

    "I'm fairly sure that would be like attempting to give a feral cat a bath," Matthias answered, stepping out of the way.

 

    "Hendriks. Catch my cane."

 

    Nikolai held his hand out, catching hold of the cool wood of it as it dropped into his hand. "Intending to break your other leg by landing all of your weight on it?"

 

    "No."

 

    "I could catch you," Nikolai offered.

 

    Silence stretched.

 

     I am a disaster bi, Nikolai thought, feeling his heart rate pick up. Of course Kaz would decline. Nina was standing right there. And–

 

    "Fine."

 

    Nina yelped as Matthias nearly dropped her. Nikolai ignored them, setting the cane down by his feet and holding out his arms. "I'm ready," he announced. Like partnering in a show. That dance workshop we did that time. Just brace yourself through the muscles in your back, thighs, and let the strain go there instead of your shoulders.

 

    "If you drop me, I'm killing you," Kaz informed him as he maneuvered himself over the edge of the hatch.

 

    "I won't."

 

    Kaz hesitated, his expression carefully cold, then dropped himself.

 

    Nikolai staggered one step, two, and then he was standing, Kaz so close. His arms moved to Nikolai's shoulders, one brow arching. His gaze was burning, pinning Nikolai in place.

 

    "I didn't drop you," Nikolai breathed.

 

    "Good. Put me down."

 

    Nikolai did, though a small part of himself told him it was too obviously reluctant. He picked up the cane, offering it to Kaz.

 

    "Follow me." Kaz took the cane and turned, leading the way to the door that, based on the prints they'd studied, led to a hallway.

 

    Matthias set Nina down and she followed Kaz, punching Nikolai's shoulder lightly as she passed him. "Nice going," she said suggestively.

 

    "Thanks," Nikolai replied, and he could hear the breathiness in his own voice. Shit.

 

    Matthias swung an arm around his shoulders, dragging him along. Nikolai patted the hand, falling into step with him. The door was rusted shut, and Matthias forced it open. Nina's hands were up as she listened for heartbeats…

 

    The door to the stairwell was locked.

 

    Of course it was. Because exactly what Nikolai needed, in order to focus, was to have Kaz kneeling to work on shit.

 

    Nikolai averted his eyes. "I'm incredibly useful, aren't I?" he whispered. "Matthias smashing doors open, Nina taking out enemies, Kaz unlocking doors–"

 

    "You're eye candy," Nina interrupted, smirking. Kaz glared at her as the door clicked open, and the four of them fell back into silence as they moved down the stairs.

 

    There were a lot of stairs.

 

    "Through here," Nina said, even though there were still plenty more stairs.

 

    Kaz didn't question her. He knelt, unlocking the door, then carefully opened it. The hallway beyond was dark, silent, and smelled strongly of alcohol, whiskey, and blood.

 

    Nina stepped past him, her hands out. Following something only she could sense. Nikolai had always been amazed by Grisha abilities, had found it strange during his time in the army that they'd kept the Grisha separate. He'd managed to convince the head of a Grisha unit stationed near his to work together, and he'd met Zoya Nazyalensky and David Kostyk. And several of those who now performed with his troupe, or had in the past. Keyen and Kuwei, Adrik, Leoni… Though Keyen and Kuwei had traveled back south after the fire. Dropped their student programs and returned to their father's laboratory in Shu Han. Nikolai had been sad to see them go.

 

    Nina eased a door open, then hit the ground as bullets whizzed over her head. Matthias pulled her back, pressing her against the wall and putting himself between her and the doorway. Kaz shoved Nikolai against the wall, taking a pistol from his own jacket.

 

    A man stepped into the hallway, turning and aiming at Matthias. Kaz fired, and the man crumpled, howling in pain. Two more, and Nina reached her hands out, crushing their hearts. Three people, two of whom fired shots at Nina. She dodged the first, but the second struck her in the hand. Kaz shot them, but the third person was already pulling the door to the stairwell open. Nikolai started after her, but Kaz caught his arm.

 

    "That's what Jesper's for," Kaz reminded him in a furious whisper, then paused, listening for anyone else.

 

    Silence, except for Nina's shaky breaths and…

 

    There.

 

    Soft crying, sniffs from inside the room.

 

    "You alright?" Nikolai asked Nina, who already had her good hand pressed to the one that had gotten shot. The wound was knitting itself back together already. She nodded, and Nikolai stepped around her and Matthias, over the bodies and into the doorway.

 

    Thea was in a wooden chair, her hands locked behind her back in the sort of cuffs that held Grisha power at bay. Her hair was a wreck, tangled in the cloths that covered her eyes and mouth.

 

     There was so much blood.

 

    Nikolai assessed her appearance as he moved around her. On the edges of the cloth gagging her, on her arms, on the sides of her face, on her forehead and knees. Bloody and scabbed, as though the chair had been tipped forward with her in it.

 

    "Untie her," Kaz said roughly.

 

    Nikolai stepped closer. "Thea. We're here." The first thing he tried to remove was the blindfold. Her blonde hair, once stick straight, was so matted with blood and tangled that getting the cloth out was impossible, without ripping the hair out of her head. Her shoulders had quit shaking so much, at least.

 

    Kaz had a small pair of scissors in his hand.

 

    "We're going to cut the cloths off," Nikolai informed Thea. "Just the cloths."

 

    She nodded slightly, and Kaz hesitated, his every move calculated. The scissors opened, then closed on the cloth…

 

    And nothing happened.

 

    "It's too thick," Kaz snarled, then snapped his mouth shut as Thea tensed.

 

    "Cut her hair," Nikolai whispered. She needed to be able to see and communicate.

 

    Kaz shifted the scissors, and the only sound in the room was the sound of the scissors closing on her hair. As Nikolai pulled the cloth away, those eyes that were so similar to Wylan's stared at him in horror. Finally, the gag was free, and Thea swallowed.

 

    "Are they gone?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

 

    "Yes." Kaz dropped the scissors. "Nina."

 

    Nina let go of her hand. It was quite evidently not quite healed, but she stepped over to Thea anyway.

 

    Kaz stood, hovering over her shoulder as she worked.

 

    "I can't focus when you're breathing down my neck, Kaz," Nina snapped.

 

    "I don't care."

 

    "Wylan angry is not a sight any of us want to see, I don't think."

 

    "Accurate," Nikolai agreed, glancing at his phone. "Speaking of which, he's probably about ready to storm the place himself. We've been here a while."

 

    "Fine." Kaz stepped back. "Hendriks, with me," he ordered, and it took a moment for Nikolai to realize he was referring to 'Jordan Hendriks' and follow.

 

    "I have a job for you," Kaz informed him, as soon as they were outside of earshot.

 

    "What does it entail?" Nikolai asked, entirely too much of his attention on how he walked. His hands were weird. Should they be in his pockets? No. Too casual. Crossed? No. How did he usually walk??

 

    "Breaking and entering. Stealth."

 

    "I'm good at both." Nikolai finally settled for folding them together behind his back.

 

    "I know." Kaz led the way toward their exit. "I want you getting something from an office in the Crow Club." He described the interior, which office, and– "the boss stole a pocket watch of mine. I want you retrieving it."

 

    "Oh." Nikolai hesitated. "Why aren't you getting it?"

 

    "If you get caught," Kaz answered, "then you get a slap on the wrist. An instruction not to mess with him. If I get caught…" he paused. "Hell on earth." He glanced at Nikolai. "I'm trusting you."

 

     Evidently. The question was, why? "What does it look like?"

 

    "You'll know it when you see it. Don't return hurt. Or with my watch hurt."

 

    "I am notorious for self preservation."

 

    "But not preservation of precious items," Nina intoned, catching up to them as Matthias followed, Thea held tightly against his chest. "Remember our last heist?"

 

    "What do you mean, Zenik." Kaz wasn't asking a question. His voice was full of irritation all of a sudden.

 

    "Retrieving a ring that went missing?"

 

    "I, Jordan Hendriks, had nothing to do with it," Nikolai said confidently.

 

    "The ring was yours that you lost," Nina reminded him.

 

    "I see." Kaz looked at Nikolai. "Don't let the watch get sold to a museum, then."

 

    "I won't." Nikolai grinned. "Trust me." He split ways, heading back up toward the top level where that hatch had been.




[theater kids]

 

elphaba: drop a rope down for me, will you? omw back up to the roof :)

 

galinda: on it

Notes:

Jordan Hendriks!

Chapter 36: xxxvi

Chapter Text


    Jesper grabbed hold of Nikolai's wrist, hauling him up onto the roof through the hatch. The force of it was more than he'd expected and they both went sprawling.

 

    "Whose blood?" Jesper asked, standing up and offering a hand.

 

    "Thea's." Nikolai took the hand and stood. "She's safe now. I have a second job."

 

    "Good." Jesper led the way back to the Crow Club's roof. "What's the job?"

 

    "Apparently, the Crow Club's boss stole something of Kaz's. I'm supposed to retrieve it. From the owner's office."

 

    "But…" Jesper turned, walking backwards. "Never mind. Do you need my help?"

 

    "Since it's been a very long time since I was last hanging around the Crow Club, I would very much appreciate it."

 

    "Of course." Jesper grinned, stepping onto the roof. "Lucky…" he trailed off, staring toward the street.

 

    "What?" Nikolai turned, and his stomach sank.

 

    Thea stood, clinging to Wylan, as a group of individuals clad in dark clothing surrounded them. Her face was buried in his arm, locking his bag against his side. Nikolai couldn't see Nina, Matthias, or Kaz.

 

    "Shit." Jesper scrambled for his gun. "Shit, shit, motherfucking saintsforsaken shit. " One of the people crumpled, a knife sticking out of his thigh. Wylan tried to pry Thea off his arm as two more knives whipped through the air. They missed. Inej was too far, Nikolai guessed. One of the men pulled a gun from his pocket, and Wylan wrapped his arm around Thea's head as he frantically shook his own.

 

    A dozen shots rang out in rapid succession, then four more.

 

    The men hit the ground. Every bullet had struck its target.

 

    Jesper lifted his head, lowering the barrel. Wylan hit his knees, cradling Thea against himself. Nina rushed toward them, Matthias following behind her.

 

    "You were saying?" Nikolai asked quietly. Impossible. Every single bullet had struck. There were seventeen men, one knife, sixteen bullets. How?

 

    "Lucky for us, his office is in the attic." Jesper stood at the edge of the roof a moment longer, then reached for his phone, typing out a message. Nikolai took his own out when it buzzed.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling's: what the fuck was that

 

Cultist: ambush.

 

merchling's: anyone hurt?

 

Cultist: thea's fucking terrified, but otherwise no

Cultist: they're all at least incapacitated

Cultist: @knife wife @merchling's good job darlings

 

knife wife: thanks

 

Cultist: matty collected your knives already

 

knife wife: there were three

knife wife: tell him i said thank you

 

Cultist: he found them dw

Cultist: he says np




    Jesper shoved his phone into his pocket, leading the way toward a different side. "We can sneak in right here." He lowered himself to a ledge, one hand on the roof and the other opening a window.

 

    "Perfect," Nikolai said, following him inside. The room was well furnished for an office, a closet on one wall with what looked to be a cot that folded up against it, a desk in the center of the room that had a simply magnificent looking chair behind it. Other chairs were in the room, two on the side of the desk toward the door, a lounge chair along one wall. There was a wash basin atop a stack of drawers, and shelves of books and ledgers and trinkets, mostly shiny, lined the walls.

 

    "What are we looking for?" Jesper asked.

 

    "A watch," Nikolai replied, poking around on the desk. Jesper moved toward the closet, opening it. "Why would it be there?" Nikolai asked him.

 

    "He could store accessories with his clothing?"

 

    "Who wears other people's watches?" Nikolai said skeptically.

 

    "Kaz."

 

    "Fair enough."

 

    Jesper closed the doors, looking elsewhere. "I wonder why Kaz wants this watch."

    "He mentioned something about it being of sentimental value." Nikolai shrugged, opening drawers and poking through them.

 

    "Kaz? Owning sentimental items?"

 

    "Maybe you don't know him as well as you think you–"

 

    "Of course I know him as well as I think I do."

 

    Nikolai pulled the cufflink that had caught his attention from the drawer. "I recognize this."

 

    "Whose is it?" Jesper asked, moving closer to take a look.

 

    "Mine." Nikolai tilted his head. "First time I wore it was my brother's sixteenth birthday. Second time was the party at the museum. I figured it had gotten caught on something and gone missing."

 

    "Someone's love language is thievery," Jesper quipped.

 

    "So Kaz is the owner of the Crow Club." Nikolai had had his suspicions, but Jesper had just confirmed them. But why am I looking for his watch in his office, then?

 

     Wait.

 

    Over Jesper's shoulder, above the shelf of trinkets. Inventions. Ones he and Dominik had worked on, so many years ago… Nikolai stood, moving to the shelf and examining the things on it.

 

    "What are you looking at?" Jesper followed him.

 

    Nikolai smirked. "These are mine. Not stolen, they're things I designed."

 

    "You gave these to him?"

 

    "No." Nikolai shut his eyes for a moment, the workshop behind the secret door in the attic flooding his mind. "I used to sell them and try to make a bit of extra money for Dominik's family. He helped. Wouldn't accept the money otherwise." Nikolai opened his eyes, looking over the shelf. "Kaz tracked them all down. Stolen or bought, I don't know, but…"

 

    Jesper tilted his head, taking one of the things off the shelf. "Wow."

 

     'Not just Sturmhond' , Kaz had said. Punching Alexei, keeping Nikolai along despite having very few reasons he would be helpful in the warehouse. Backstage at the show. Kaz had looked at him like he was…

 

    Like the stage lights were shining, when the only glow in the room came from the fluorescent bulbs on the ceiling and the light of the stage monitor.

 

    Jesper grabbed something else. "Is this the watch?" he asked, holding it out to Nikolai.

 

    Nikolai stared at it a moment, then burst into laughter, taking it in his hand. Jesper started chuckling, then asked, "what's so funny?"

 

    "It's mine." Nikolai pocketed it, looking at Jesper. "It's been missing since that first movie night at my house. When Inej had an anxiety attack and…"

 

    "You should steal something of his," Jesper advised. "As payback."

 

    Nikolai walked to the closet, taking one of the black suit jackets from it. He took his own shirt off, then switched the two, hanging his shirt in the closet and putting the jacket over himself, buttoning it. "What do you think?" he asked, turning to face Jesper.

 

    "You look supremely sexy," Jesper answered, putting back whatever he'd picked up. "And now maybe Kaz will finally wear some color."

 

    Nikolai grinned. "If I'd known that this would be what it would take, I'd have done this sooner." The jacket smelled like him.

 

     "Trust me when I say I've tried to get him to change for years."

 

    Nikolai switched the watch from the pocket of his trousers to one of the numerous pockets of the jacket, then took his phone out.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

coolest privateer: who wants wafflepocalypse

 

Cultist: ME

 

Boss: Who's paying?

 

coolest privateer: do i look like the type to ask someone out and not pay

 

Boss: I want mine to go. I have work to attend to.

 

coolest privateer: understood 💀 everybody else?

 

merchling’s: please

 

bangbangbi’s: Is Thea allowed to come

 

coolest privateer: if she’d like. i’ll drive her home myself if she’d rather go home, but she can eat with us

 

bangbangbi’s: She wants some

 

coolest privateer: tell her she can have whatever on the menu she wants idc about what alys’s rules are tonight

coolest privateer: also her bedtime is never

 

bangbangbi’s: Her bedtime is 8:30

 

merchling’s: lame

 

Cultist: shhhhhhhhh just get wylan in a better mood over dinner and then we’ll convince him

 

Boss: I will make sure she’s asleep by 8:30 if no one else will.

 

coolest privateer: i thought you said you had work to do

 

Boss: Childcare may be my work.

 

Cultist: who are you and what did you do with kaz brekker

 

Boss: I’m raising her to be a crime boss like me.

 

coolest privateer: see wylan you should put her in our care

coolest privateer: she might steal shit from a rich actor like ehri kir-taban and then where would you be

 

bangbangbi’s: Never mind I’m taking her home right now

 

merchling’s: noooooo

 

coolest privateer: NO PLEASE 9:00 IT IS

 

bangbangbi’s: Fine

 

coolest privateer: tubular

 

Cultist: no one says "tubular"

 

coolest privateer: :(

coolest privateer: i'll meet you all there

 

Cultist: i love you.

Chapter 37: xxxvii

Notes:

shoutout to sunrise for helping with these chapters :)
and putting up with the crap i do to thea
poor girl

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    Kaz leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. According to the hostess stand’s map of the floor, one waitress was behind on tables, her section had the fewest people seated in it, and it had the table they liked. The long booth.

 

    Unfortunately, that waitress was Amanda. Nikolai's ex girlfriend, Alexei's not-so-new partner, and the bane of Kaz's existence. He resolved on the spot to get his food to go and work on transferring those ledgers to the book he'd take back to the Slat.

 

    Wylan was the next to arrive after Kaz, with Thea, Nina, and Matthias in tow. Thea still clung to his hand, but her hair, though much shorter than it had been before, had been trimmed again and the knots worked out of it. The blood had been cleaned up as well, and she currently wore one of what Kaz was sure were Nina's underskirts as a dress.

 

    "Hi, Kaz," Thea said politely, her grip on Wylan's hand turning her knuckles white.

 

    "Hello." Kaz began to ask how she was feeling, but he was interrupted by the door being flung open and the hurricane that consisted of Jesper and Nikolai flying through it. Jesper caught Thea up in a tight hug, then kissed Wylan, and then Kaz entirely lost track of every other thing happening in the restaurant.

 

     Nikolai was wearing his jacket.

 

    "I retrieved what you requested," Nikolai announced quietly, offering the watch. Not a word about who it belonged to, Kaz noticed.

 

    "Good." Kaz accepted it, inspecting it before pocketing it and–there was that damned smirk again.

 

    "How many in your party, Brekker?" Amanda asked, evidently not giving a shit about what she may be interrupting.

 

    "Eight." Kaz sneered at her. "Seven to stay, one to go."

 

    Amanda collected menus, then led the way to their booth. Nina and Wylan took the window seats, Matthias and Thea beside them respectively, then Nikolai beside Matthias and Jesper beside Thea, and finally Inej took a seat beside Jesper. Leaving Kaz to sit beside Nikolai.

 

     Perfect.

 

     "What can I get you all to drink?" Amanda asked coolly, taking a notepad from her apron.

 

    "Orange juice," Jesper answered, without looking at her.

 

    "Water," Wylan said.

 

    "Apple juice, please," Thea said, her eyes on her menu.

 

    "Vodka," Matthias said, and half the table stared openly at him. Kaz almost laughed.

 

    "You heard him," Nikolai said sweetly to Amanda. "And I'll have kvas."

 

    "Water for me," Inej added.

 

    Amanda looked at Kaz expectantly.

 

    "Standard waffles." Kaz was sick of this already. He also, for once, completely understood Matthias Helvar. "To go. I want those out of the kitchen immediately."

 

    "That's a funny thing to drink," Amanda quipped.

 

    Nina leaned her chin on her hand. "I'll have a large coffee with light ice. Two shots of espresso, six pumps of vanilla, two pumps of caramel–no. Scratch that. Five pumps of vanilla and three of caramel, light cream, extra sugar, and be a dear and make sure there's plenty of room for cold foam on top. But not to where it'll overflow. Also, three cherries on the side."

 

    Kaz smirked as Amanda repeated the order back.

 

    "On second thought, make that three shots of espresso," Nina said evenly. Kaz could've kissed her himself. If he'd been even remotely interested in Nina Zenik, and if it wouldn't end in his face being wrecked by a Fjerdan's fist.

 

    Amanda grit her teeth in more of a grimace than a smile. "Lovely. That'll be right up." She stepped away to put their drinks together, and Nikolai turned to Matthias.

 

     "Vodka?" he asked incredulously.

 

    "Tonight has been long enough," Matthias replied.

 

    "Honestly, same." Nikolai shifted back in his seat. "Is anyone else a bit warm?"

 

    "You could take off your jacket," Jesper suggested. Much too casually.

 

     Oh, no.

 

    Nikolai hummed. "A couple of buttons may just be enough." He opened the collar of the jacket, unbuttoning one. Two. Three buttons.

 

    Enough to show he was wearing not one shred of clothing underneath.

 

    Kaz schooled his expression. "Interesting wardrobe choice, Hendriks ," he murmured to Nikolai.

 

    "You should see my accessories," the damned brat retorted, in an equally low tone, studying his menu.

 

    Amanda returned, her gaze lingering quite obviously on Nikolai's chest as she handed drinks around. Kaz noticed his order was not among the items on her tray. "I know the rest of these idiots," she informed Nikolai, "but what's your name?"

 

    "Jordan. And you are?"

 

    "Amanda." She leaned over the table (and Kaz) to look at his menu. "Would you like any appetizers?" she asked, her voice dripping with flirtation. "On the house?"

 

    Kaz stiffened. He knew exactly the game she was playing. His mind flicked back to blatant flirting at the party, death glares in his direction from Amanda, and… "He would not," Kaz said, before Nikolai had a chance to reply.

 

    Amanda ignored him, waiting for Nikolai's answer.

 

    "No." Nikolai glanced at Kaz. "Thank you." His eyes were back on Amanda.

 

    "Are you all ready to order?" she asked, standing up properly again and not perturbed in the slightest by Nikolai's denial.

 

    "I have appetizer requests, actually," Nina stated, and Nikolai sat back and sipped his kvas while she rattled off her order, only pausing when Amanda had to turn the page of her notepad.

 

    Kaz could feel the tension radiating from Nikolai's frame, even as his face betrayed nothing. He was clearly uncomfortable, and Amanda lingering was only making it worse. The others ordered their entrees, Nina rattling off another long order, and then Amanda's attention was on Nikolai again.

 

    "It's a shame you aren't on the menu," she said suggestively, getting a fresh page on her notepad.

 

    "What did you say to him?" Kaz interrupted, shifting forward until he was between Amanda and her prey. Nikolai didn't fucking need this on top of the night he'd already had. Cutting bloody rags from someone's body may have been another Tuesday for Dirtyhands, but even Kaz had been rattled by the state they'd found Thea in, and upper class-born people didn't tend to have the most experience in these situations. Precisely why Kaz had involved Nikolai. Wylan was too close, might have botched the entire operation to get Thea out, but Nikolai would listen to reason.

 

    "I said, it's a shame he's not on the menu." Amanda's eyes weren't on Kaz, they were still fixed on the man behind him. "What would you like to eat?"

 

    "Keep your eyes off my partner," Kaz snapped, sliding an arm around Nikolai's shoulders. Physical contact had helped at the hotel. Maybe it would help now.

 

    Matthias took a big sip of his vodka and proceeded to choke on it.

 

    Amanda opened her mouth, and Nikolai interrupted her. "Are you sure you want to be on his bad side?" He looked her up and down disdainfully, wrinkling his nose. "I've heard about Lantsov's masquerade and things that occurred there."

 

    Amanda snorted. "Then you also know Brekker was feeling up someone else not two weeks ago–"

 

    "Actually," Inej put in, "absolutely nothing happened between Kaz and Nikolai, so you can shove your attitude up your ass and leave Jordan alone."

 

    "Be a dear and run my friends' orders to the kitchen," Nikolai said, before Amanda could speak again. "And make mine to go, as well. Chocolate waffles with strawberry jam." She opened her mouth once more and he shushed her, shooing her away.

 

    Kaz watched her walk away, her frame rigid. Nikolai shifted away, and Kaz reluctantly let go. Reluctantly??

 

    "You didn't have to do that," Nikolai said softly, picking his kvas back up.

 

    "Would you have preferred I hadn't?"

 

    "No." Nikolai dug his keys out, tossing them to Wylan. "Get yourself, Thea, and Jesper anywhere you need to be tonight." He got his wallet, handing it to Jesper. "Tip or don't. Depends on how she treats the rest of you the rest of the time you're here."

 

    "But what if we dined and dashed?" Jesper suggested.

 

    "But then I can't have my mountainous pile of waffles next time," Nina replied.

 

    "Wonderful point, Nina dear."

 

    "How are you intending to get home?" Matthias asked Nikolai.

 

    "I'll walk," Nikolai said with a grin. "Enjoy the scenery and eat waffles."

 

    "I'll get him home," Kaz offered, without thinking. Jesper raised his eyebrows.

 

    "I thought you needed to make sure Thea was in bed on time," Nikolai said skeptically.

 

    "I trust Wylan will."

 

    "Fair enough."

 

    Amanda returned, setting plates down. Still no waffles for either Kaz or Nikolai.

 

    "She's probably coming back with yours," Inej said hopefully as Amanda walked away.

 

    "If she doesn't, I'll punch Alexei again," Kaz said coldly.

 

    "How much are tickets to see that?" Nikolai asked, sipping his drink.

 

    "One thousand kruge."

 

    "Face like yours, should be ten thousand," Nikolai said evenly.

 

    "Fifteen thousand, maybe," Kaz replied, willing his blood to go anywhere but his face.

 

    "Now you're talking."

 

    Kaz stood up, intending to give Amanda a piece of his mind (or his fist, or his cane. He wasn't feeling particularly picky anymore), but she was already on her way back to them, to-go orders in hand. Kaz took his own, handing Nikolai's to him. "We're leaving," he informed his Crows. "Have a nice evening. Goodnight, Thea."

 

    "Goodnight," she said, between mouthfuls of waffle.

 

    The fist bump Jesper and Nikolai shared as Kaz turned his back did not go unnoticed.

 

    Nikolai followed him back to the Crow Club in silence, and Kaz nodded to the bouncer on shift as they entered. He led the way up to his office, and heard the door click shut behind Nikolai.

 

    Kaz set his waffles down on his desk, pulling out the ledger and the book that would go to the Slat. "Will you return my coat?" he asked.

 

    Nikolai set his waffles down, and Kaz heard the buttons leave their slots and saw the coat land on the desk. "Better?"

 

    Kaz looked up. Fuck. "Hang it up."

 

    "The hanger's taken."

    "By what?"

 

    "My shirt." Nikolai smirked that all-forsaken smirk again.

 

    "Why would you hang your shirt in my closet?"

 

    "Because I was putting on your jacket."

 

    "Why?"

 

    "I was advised to steal something in return for your shelf. And the cufflink."

 

     My shelf. "By whom?"

 

    "Jesper."

 

    "Bastard," Kaz hissed, then spoke up. "Fine."

 

    "Should I put a shirt on, or would you prefer that I didn't?"

 

     Cover yourself before I rip more clothes off. "I don't care."

 

    "The closet is a long way away," Nikolai decided. "And I'm hungry."

 

    "Eat, then."

 

    "Thank you for your permission."

 

    They ate in silence for a while, Kaz working on his ledgers and Nikolai… texting?

 

    "What are you working on?" Nikolai asked out of nowhere.

 

    "Spending ledgers."

 

    "What's the deadline on those?"

 

    "Doesn't matter, I suppose."

 

    "Why doesn't it matter?"

 

    Kaz looked up from his work. "I'm transferring information for my own sake. It isn't urgent."

 

    "Is there anything else you'd rather be doing?" Nikolai asked, a strawberry lingering on his lip as he spoke.

 

     You. "No."

 

    "Alright." Nikolai returned his attention to his food and his phone. Kaz inhaled as his own phone buzzed, taking it out of his pocket to find out what crisis had befallen Jesper now.

 

     Screenshots??





[jazhands]

 

jes: Attachment: 2 Images

jes: elphaba is him galinda is me read at your own risk





[theater kids]

 

elphaba: i'm gay

 

galinda: i know

 

elphaba: ughhhhhh i want to kiss him

elphaba: he looks so kissable

 

galinda: do it

 

elphaba: he's busy :/

 

galinda: doing what?

 

elphaba: idk

elphaba: work?



elphaba: spending ledgers apparently

 

galinda: boring. kissing is more fun :(

 

elphaba: real

 

elphaba: :(

elphaba: he said it's not urgent and i asked if there was anything else he'd rather be doing and he said no

 

galinda: suggest something else

 

elphaba: that's redundant though bc he already said no

 

galinda: but he likes you

 

elphaba: ughhhh

elphaba: yk what

elphaba: yolo

elphaba: 🤞






Kazzle Dazzle: I'm going to murder you. Slowly and painfully.





    "Your waffles will get cold," Nikolai said, leaning on the desk.

 

    Kaz's gaze snapped up. "I am eating." yolo.

 

    Nikolai put the last bite of his waffle in his mouth, chewing and swallowing. "My lips will get cold."

 

    "What."

 

    "Your waffles get cold from a lack of your mouth on them." Nikolai smirked. "My lips are feeling a bit chilly as well."

 

    "Get to your point." Please.

 

     Nikolai set his fork and phone down. "My point is, I think you should kiss me."

 

    Kaz considered him for a long moment, then closed the books and put them away, walking around the desk. "You want me to kiss you."

 

    "I do."

 

    Kaz took Nikolai's chin in his hand, turning his head aside. Every thought in his head screamed Wrong. The red hair, green eyes, his complexion was off. Skilled tailoring to keep his identity hidden, but… "Not while you look like this."

 

    Nikolai's face fell. Not in Kaz's hand, but the mirth, the cutting wit, the amusement was gone. Kaz wanted to tear his own mouth apart for speaking words that caused it all to disappear.

 

    Instead, he let go, grabbing his cane. "I'll drive you home," he offered, refusing to let himself look at Nikolai, instead studying the stars that had shown themselves outside the window.

 

    "Thank you," Nikolai replied, and Kaz could hear the cheer returning, and he glanced over again to see Nikolai collecting the trash from their dinner. "Is that why you put Jesper on the Crow Club's roof?"

 

    "What?" Kaz was caught completely off guard by the question.

 

    "So he'd show me inside and answer my questions. Inej wouldn't." Nikolai was carrying the coat to the closet now, rummaging for his shirt. "She doesn't trust people with anything anyone else tells her."

 

    "You're right," Kaz answered, as Nikolai shrugged his shirt on.

 

    "I'm always right." Nikolai grinned, opening the door. "After you," he said, buttoning the shirt.

 

    Kaz resisted the urge to assist him as he stepped past. Nikolai snagged something from the hook beside the door, then closed it and dropped Kaz's hat on his own head.

 

     Perfect, Kaz stopped himself from saying, before getting his car keys into his hand. "Let's go."

 

    The walk and the car ride back to Nikolai and Matthias's house was uneventful and silent, until Kaz slid into park and unlocked the door.

 

    "What you said at dinner," Nikolai began, a hand on the door handle. "About…"

 

    "My partner," Kaz said bluntly.

 

    Nikolai nodded. "I was wondering what exactly you meant by that."

 

    "I'm well versed in charades, Jordan Hendriks." Kaz tapped his fingers on the wheel, letting the silence stretch for a moment. "Colm brought a chess set from the farm. Jesper painted half of it a very long time ago." He looked at Nikolai out of the corner of his eye. "I wouldn't be entirely opposed to having you stop by for a game and a drink this week."

 

    Nikolai's face brightened with a grin. "How about three days?" he asked.

 

    Kaz nodded. that's redundant bc he already said no. "I'd prefer that to bookkeeping."

 

    Nikolai snorted. "Make sure your homework's done before we play, then." He opened the door, stepping out. "I'll see you around, Kaz." He shut the door, turning away.

 

    Kaz rolled the window down. "No mourners."

 

    "No funerals," Nikolai said, blowing a kiss. Kaz shifted into gear, peeling away before the flush could creep higher than his collar and betray anything whatsoever.

 

     yolo.

Notes:

yolo!

Chapter 38: xxxviii

Notes:

i'm so sorry in advance

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Boss removed coolest privateer from the chat

Boss: If any of you happen to see Jordan, give him an impolite “fuck you” from me.

 

merchling’s: ayo?

 

Cultist: ?? what happened ??

 

knife wife: he no showed

 

merchling’s: SO ITS NOT JUST ME BEING GHOSTED

merchling’s: I THOUGHT HE WAS TUMBLING SOMEONE IDK

 

Boss: No. It is not only you.

 

Matthias: I had assumed he was at the Slat and I did not interfere.

 

Boss: Well, he is not and has not been.

 

merchling's: kaz got ghosted fr

 

Boss: Shut up, Jesper.

 

merchling's: WAIT WHAT




[jazhands]

 

jes: WHAT

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I said shut up.

 

jes: NO BUT HE WAS

jes: HANG ON

jes: HE HASN'T REPLIED TO ANYTHING LATELY THO

jes: I ASSUMED HE WAS JUST BUSY WITH YOU OR SOMETHIG I DONT KNOW

 

Kazzle Dazzle: He was not.

 

jes: WELL FIND OUT THEN

jes: BC THERE IS NO POSSIBLE WAY HE STOOD YOU UP BC HE WAS LOOKKING FORWARD SM TO THAT

 

Kazzle Dazzle: You're an idiot.

 

jes: NOPE

jes: NOT LETTING THIS HAPPEN

jes: YOU DIDNT JUST LET NINA DISAPPEAR DID YOU

jes: GO GET UR MAN BABE

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I repeat my previous message.

 

jes: WEAR THE SEXY LEATHER AND RIDE THE BIKE TO DO IT

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Shut. Up.

 

jes: MAKE ME

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Blocked.

 

jes: no wait pls

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Fine.

 

jes: he fr ghosted you??

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Yes.

 

jes: holy shit

jes: also

jes: news

jes: guess who's back from where he belongs and is already wreaking saintsforsaken havoc on everything

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I have not the slightest idea.

 

jes: fucking jan van wreck

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Oh.

 

jes: heist please

jes: with maybe a little bit of murder built in

jes: i mean a murder of crows obviously

jes: totally

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Framing him for something?

 

jes: idk

jes: ooo wylan might be planning something

jes: WAIT HES SO SEXY WHEN HES GOT THE SCHEMING FACE

jes: KAZ I CANT

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Enjoy.

 

jes: I AM

jes: GOODBYE

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Goodbye.




[What is this chat.]

 

Nina: you're not going to believe this

Nina: Attachment: 1 Link

 

Kaz: Jesper already told me about that.

 

Nina: omfg he ruins everything

Nina: no but like how is he out??

Nina: wasn't he busted for like

Nina: so much shit??

 

Kaz: Yes.

Kaz: Jordan and Inej are the ones who blew the case open.

Kaz: I pulled strings to make it actually go forward.

 

Nina: so basically he probably bribed someone

 

Kaz: Yes.

 

Nina: we gotta figure out who then

 

Kaz: Wylan is handling it, I believe.

 

Nina: UGHHHHHHH BUT HEIST.

 

Kaz: Jesper had a similar opinion. Until he caught a glimpse of Wylan's "scheming face".

 

Nina: you have one too, dumbass

 

Kaz: Shut up.

 

Nina: could be hot

Nina: but unfortunately


Kaz: Actively blocking you.

 

Nina: the mop atop the scheming face ruins it

 

Kaz: Goodbye.

 

Nina: its not blocking if u dont actually do it

 

Kaz: It's*. You*. Don't*.

 

Nina: lmao knew thatd get you

 

Kaz: Fuck off.

 

Nina: wtf that's so rude

Nina: calling matty rn

 

Kaz: Ask him for help, then.

 

Nina: i will 😤




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Everyone's lost their minds.

 

Inej: except you?

 

Kaz: No.

 

Inej: that's a first

 

Kaz: Why the hell didn't he show up.

 

Inej: is that genuine or rhetorical

 

Kaz: Both. Find out where he disappeared to. There is no possible way that no one has seen Nikolai fucking Lantsov in five days unless something happened that is not in his best interest.

 

Inej: got it

Inej: i'm sure he's fine

 

five minutes later

 

Kaz: I'm not certain that that sentence is reassuring.

 

Inej: :(




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi's: So basically I have a plan but you'll all need to delete these messages from your phones as soon as you make physical copies that can be shredded of the plan

 

Boss: Seems like overkill.

 

knife wife: or not

 

bangbangbi's: It is not

bangbangbi's: I'll need an alibi

bangbangbi's: A solid one

 

knife wife: oh!

 

merchling's: i'll be your aliBI

 

Cultist: i'll be your aliBI

 

knife wife: woooooooow

 

Boss: So, there are two Jespers now.

 

Cultist: excuse you i am my own person

 

bangbangbi's: SWEET GHEZEN COULD YOU ALL HOLD ON AND LET ME TYPE MY PHONE KEEPS INTERRUPTING ME TO READ ME YOUR MESSAGES AND THEN IT GETS ALL CONFUSED

bangbangbi's: Thank you

bangbangbi's: Ok basically, I need an alibi because he's out and the biggest problem is that while I have my restraining order, Alys can't get one because he did something to get her mental stability questioned like he did to my mother years ago and I can't be around her all the time to let mine work for both of us

bangbangbi's: And Thea is both his daughter and a minor and it's a lot more hassle to get one for her but I wouldn't trust him on the same continent as her let alone anywhere near her

bangbangbi's: So I need an alibi so that when he does inevitably hurt my family I don't get jail time or death penalty for what I may do

 

merchling's: wylan babe you have never been more attractive to me than you are right now

 

knife wife: i'll be your alibi, Wylan

 

Matthias Helvar: As will I

 

Boss: I could stage an accident involving a gasoline "leak" and the engine of his car.

 

bangbangbi's: Loving the energy here

 

Cultist: murder is fun

 

bangbangbi's: Incorrect but the vibes are cool

 

Cultist: omg jes stop teaching him slang it's too funny i'm dying

 

merchling's: you say as though he doesn't teach me slang??????

 

bangbangbi's: Skibidi rizzler ohio sigma

 

merchling's: fuck off and quit taking thea's influence

 

bangbangbi's: Only if you help me 😉

 

Cultist: WOAH WOAH WOAH KEEP IT IN THE DMS GUYS

Cultist: unless you don't want to ;)

 

Boss: Chat, is this real?

 

merchling's: oh it's so real

merchling's: sixsome my place @everyone

 

bangbangbi's: My place?

 

merchling's: same difference darling

 

Boss: I'm leaving the chat.

 

knife wife: no stay i can't handle this bs on my own

 

merchling's: BREAKING NEWS MARK IT ON THE CALENDER INEJ ALMOST CUSSED

 

knife wife: i do curse??

 

merchling's: rarely

merchling's: anyway petition to get matty to cuss

 

Cultist: yesssss

 

Matthias Helvar: nooooo

Matthias Helvar: Also, stop calling me Matty.

 

merchling's: but you like it when nina doies it??

 

Matthias Helvar: Correction. I tolerate it when Nina does it

 

Cultist: kaz liked when i call him waffles

 

Boss: I did not.

 

Cultist: hmmmm

Cultist: the almost-smile on your face tells me differently

 

Boss: I don't exist. I am a figment of your imagination.

 

Cultist: the card hidden up your sleeve said the same thing

 

Boss: Your mother said the same thing.

 

Cultist: yeah to you

Cultist: as did your hairline

 

Boss: Fuck off.

 

Cultist: offering to help?

 

merchling's: WOAH

merchling's: it's just one big semi erotic friendship in this chat be so fr

 

bangbangbi's: Real

bangbangbi's: Girls gays and theys can confirm I'll need to call in that alibi

 

merchling's: fucking hell

merchling's: done, but already??

 

Boss: Which on the list am I?

 

bangbangbi's: Girls are Nina and Inej, gays are me and you, theys are Jesper and Matthias

 

merchling's: woah lore unlocked fr

 

Matthias Helvar: I do not prefer they/them pronouns, Wylan.

 

bangbangbi's: Ok so you're gay or a girl then i guess

bangbangbi's: Mansplain manipulate manwhore queers

 

Cultist: JESPER PLEASE GET AHOLD OF YOUR PARTNER BEFORE HE CORRUPTS THE ENTIRE SOCIAL CIRCLE

 

merchling's: no im too busy making out with him

 

Cultist: manipulation at its finest and manwhore all that's left is mansplaining

 

bangbangbi's: Well actually mansplaining is

bangbangbi's: Gag me Jes

 

merchling's: ask nicely

 

Boss left the chat

 

merchling's added Boss to the chat

 

bangbangbi's: Mansplain manipulate manwhore, gaslight gatekeep girlboss

bangbangbi's: Mansplain is Jesper, manipulate is Nina, manwhore is me, gaslight is Inej, gatekeep is Matthias, girlboss is Kaz

 

Boss: I am less offended by that assessment than by anything else you've said this evening.

 

bangbangbi's: Progress!

 

Boss: ☠️



Five hours later…




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: Lying low for a bit

flute blower: I did it

flute blower: I actually did it Jes

 

flute: slay

flute: i'm glad you kept them and yourself safe

 

flute blower: I was safe

flute blower: Or close enough

flute blower: But thank you

 

flute: my pleasure

flute: i'll stay with kaz until you're back

flute: just let me know

 

flute blower: Will do

flute blower: Don't do anything stupid like go face off against a Grisha or something okay

 

flute: well since you insist

flute: who am i to deny it

 

flute blower: Thank you

 

flute: i'd rather be breathing when you get back, so…

flute: da says alys and thea can go stay with him so they can get out of the city for a while if they want

flute: i'd probably want space, too, if i were them

 

flute blower: Yes

flute blower: You're amazing, Jesper.

flute blower: Don't let however long in close proximity to Kaz's negativity make you forget that

 

flute: me? i could never not be amazing

 

flute: can i call you i have something i want to say but over text seems dumb

 

flute blower: It wouldn't be dumb but sure I'm hands free right now though getting in the car

 

flute: ok




[theater kids]

 

galinda: i don't know if/when you'll see or respond to this since you haven't seen or replied to anything i've sent in a while

galinda: but i told him

galinda: and he has to disappear for a bit, too, just like your family did

galinda: but i didn't leave shit unsaid

galinda: and if there's anything i've left unsaid with you and i don't see you again i'll never fucking let it go so come the hell back

galinda: or i'll drag you back myself

galinda: please



Notes:

they can't catch a break :)

all hail zeldee, the angst queen

Chapter 39: xxxix

Notes:

and here we fast forward about two weeks :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Two weeks of unsuccessful searching later...

 


    Kaz knew something was amiss when he walked into his office and the window was shut.

 

    He eased the door closed, then let a knife slide into his palm, edging further into the room. The floor was scuffed, the varnish on the wood stripped away in a spot near the desk. Something had scratched it, and whoever had caused it hadn't bothered to fix the damage. He walked toward the desk, noting the shadow of the person crouched on the other side of it. A larger figure, maybe Helvar? No. Matthias wouldn't have scraped the floor.

 

    The idea that it was a trap and the person had intended to scrape the floor and have Kaz see their shadow occurred to him, at the very same time as the entire floor rippled under his feet.

 

    "Kaz Brekker," a man's voice said coolly, and the figure stood, turning to face Kaz. His eyes were milky, almost transparent. Blind.

 

    Or tailored.

 

    "What business?" Kaz asked easily, as though he hadn't just been ambushed in the Crow Club. Better the club than the Slat, considering his roommates, but still…

 

    "I'm told this is the last known location of Captain Sturmhond," the man said icily, pressing a hand to the desk. The warehouse door melded to the crates below it, the process so fluid that Kaz could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.

 

    "Sturmhond is a folk story," Kaz snapped, "told around fireplaces and at bedsides. You think any real smuggler would have the balls to be so public about business partnerships with wealthy merchants and politicians?"

    "Do you think any real thief would have the balls to be so close to politicians' families?" the man asked, his tone cool. "Lying Barrel filth. Your little spider isn't here to save you, either. I took care of her already."

 

    Kaz's gaze flicked to the window. Not only shut, he now realized. Melded, as the desk now was.

 

    "I want to know where Sturmhond is." The man stepped around the desk, advancing. Kaz stood his ground. "You're in my way of doing so."

 

    "You're an idiot if you think–"

 

    "You're the bastard of the Barrel," the man sneered. "I've worked out the little bits and pieces of your life, Brekker. You run cons, with your brother and that spider and a few other people. You keep company with thugs and other con artists, and when they turn against you or your crew, you do away with them. I've learned their names. And I'll use them if I must."

 

    Kaz forced himself not to move. Not to lash out with the knife, slamming it into the man's skull. "Who are you?" he finally asked.

 

    "Ludo Yevgeni. Have a seat."

 

    "I think I'll stand," Kaz replied evenly.

 

    "Very well." Ludo dropped to a knee and Kaz shifted, lifting his cane–but it didn't lift. "Stay there, then."

 

    His feet were anchored, wood creaking as he tried to force them to move. A Fabrikator. Obvious from the desk and the window, but the rapidity with which he'd done this–Kaz swallowed, forcing his mind to quiet. To stop the panic.

 

    "So. You can listen."

 

    "I already was listening," Kaz snarled. "We have been having a flowing conversation for the last five minutes. Or are you deaf?"

 

    "The conversation seemed a bit one-sided to me," Ludo replied, a ripple echoing through the floor. A ripple that sent every document flying upward and back down, scattering them through the room. "Too one-sided." He stood, his hand resting atop Kaz's on the cane. "I want answers."

 

    Kaz sneered. "I don't have them." He slammed the knife still clutched in his hand through Ludo's, stopping short before the blade pricked the leather of his glove. "Sturmhond is a rumor. A fairy tale."

 

    The metal bent, the blade retreating from Ludo's hand and wrapping itself around Kaz's. "You'll regret that."

 

    "No." Kaz didn't flinch as Ludo's hand closed around his on the knife, as metal wove between his fingers. "You will."

 

    "How so?"

 

    "Are you aware of my reputation?"

 

    "I don't give a shit about your reputation." The metal pinched. "Everyone can be as ruthless as they like, it just takes a larger asshole to knock them off of their pedestal. Who made your cane for you?"

 

    Kaz didn't answer the question. "No one can knock me off of my pedestal." Except Colm Fahey in a mood over a chicken going missing. Kaz hissed at himself. If he was cracking jokes, he must truly be panicking.

 

    Ludo released his grip on Kaz's hands, the metal stationary. He walked around, and Kaz didn't turn his head, only following the man with his eyes. "Want to bet?" the man hissed, then a swift impact slammed into Kaz's bad leg. His vision blurred for a moment as he caught his own weight with the cane. Another impact and Kaz's knee buckled, the weak joint betraying his determination to remain upright. The wood shifted around his feet as he fell, landing hard on his palm and knees. Another impact, this time to his ribs, and his gaze cut toward Ludo. Kicking him. Over, and over, and over, and… Ludo paused, kneeling again and pressing a palm to the metal wrapped around Kaz's hand, the base of each finger. "You seem fairly down right now."

 

    The metal sank in. Kaz choked on a mixture of bile and his own blood.

 

    "Whether you tell me where he is or not," Ludo sneered, "you can serve as a warning when your bloody body is dumped on your doorstep for Jesper Fahey to find."

 

    Kaz wrenched his hand from the head of his cane, lashing out with a shucking knife he kept in his sleeve. Ludo caught hold of his hair, slamming his face into the floor. Searing, white pain erupted and Kaz whimpered, then cursed himself for it.

 

    Until the door slammed open, and someone was dragging Ludo backward, and someone else was rolling Kaz over, and someone was shouting furiously, and Kaz wanted to swing his cane and tell them all to shut the hell up but there was Inej, and there was Jesper, and Matthias had Yevgeni pinned up against the wall, the palms of his hands bloody and split from knives embedded in them. Nina hit the floor, her hands moving together.

 

    "Kaz," Jesper breathed, and the world faded.

 


 

 

    Nina wanted to destroy the man now pinned to the wall, or better yet rip him to shreds. Jesper, drawing bits of metal out of Kaz's now bare hand, shook with thinly bridled rage. Inej was silent, her face impassive as she stared down the intruder. Nina frowned as she knit the pieces of Kaz back together, the busted nose and the bruised torso. She didn't even dare look at the hand until Jesper was done.

 

     He was Grisha.

 

    And none of them had told her.

 

     To be fair, her name in the group chat. Cultist. It sure seemed like a cult, everyone's fear when the healer whose name no one dared to speak in the Darkling's presence anymore left that very man furiously taking his emotion out on every Grisha in the House. Zoya, not bothering to soothe it, and Alina trying and ending up…

 

    The Summoners' buildings had been oddly quiet for a week in the wake of Alina's attempt to save them all his wrath. Nina had told Matthias that very day that she wanted out. Out of the veiled terror, out of the misery, out of the feigned family. And then the Darkling had asked Matthias to work with him, to be a bridge between the Grisha and those who despised them. A human glimpse into the world of the Drüskelle. Matthias had agreed, and this is where it had left them. Crashed in the woods, outside cell range, her power useless when she needed it most. The Grisha House useless when she needed it most.

 

    Kaz and Nikolai had saved them, had gotten the help they needed. Nina could do this, would do this for him. They'd found her and Matthias when they'd been lost. She'd heal Kaz, and then she would find Nikolai. For all of their sakes.

 

    A small part of her wondered if Kaz's fury would be more fearsome than that of the Darkling himself if the worst happened.

 

    His eyes flew open, panic seizing him as she eased his heart rate. "You're safe," she insisted quickly, frozen as his eyes focused. As he snatched his hand from Jesper's and forced himself to sit up, turning a furious glare to the man pinned to the wall.

 

    "Ludo Yevgeni." The name was unfamiliar to Nina, but Kaz's tone was colored red. Not the cold aloofness that he regarded everything with, but bright and shining fury, a fire burning of hatred and scorn. "If Sturmhond did exist, if he were alive and I did know where he was." Kaz pulled a pistol from his jacket, his hand shaking as he took aim. "I still wouldn't tell shit to the likes of you." He fired, the shot going through the man's throat. The pistol fell to the ground and Yevgeni spluttered, blood gurgling over his lips and a choking noise escaping his lips as he drowned in his own blood.

 

    "Well," a voice said from the doorway, "that was quite the introduction." A red haired man in a teal coat stood there, his features twisted into a familiar smirk. One Nina had seen onstage.

 

    Sturmhond.

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STURMHOND MY BOY

MY PERFECT PRIVATEER

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    Jesper furrowed his brow. There was something familiar about the man in the doorway, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

 

    "Who are you?" Kaz asked coldly.

 

    "What, you don't know me?" the man asked, a smirk playing about his lips. That voice. The accent. It couldn't be. "Maybe in profile." The man turned to the side, striking the sort of pose a hero might in a photo.

 

    Kaz looked at Jesper, veiled confusion written across his face.

 

    "Alright, then." The man turned back towards them. "The name's Sturmhond. And I have a hell of a lot of explaining to do."

 

     Sturmhond. The urban legendary pirate, the one there were countless rumors and stories about. The myth. Or not.

 

    "What is a pirate doing in my office?" Kaz asked, his tone unwavering, as though he were sitting in the Crime Lord Chair and not halfway to being on his back on the floor.

 

    "Privateer. Important distinction." Sturmhond looked toward the body of Yevgeni. "I was waiting for you. Decided three hours was long enough and to catch you some other time. Then, I saw the Wraith rushing toward the Crow Club as though her life depended on it, and the rest is history."

 

    "So tell it."

 

    Sturmhond surveyed the room, his eyes lingering on each one of them.

 

    "Very well." He was silent for one more beat, then closed the door, sliding the lock into place. "If not you lot, who can I trust?" He sank down, sitting on the floor before the door as though they were simply a group of friends. "One of the Darkling's Grisha got hold of Genya Safin, David Kostyk, and nearly got Zoya Nazyalensky, as well as me. Genya tailored me herself before the Darkling could see who I truly was."

 

    "Nikolai," Inej breathed.

 

    "I am not," Sturmhond hissed, then forced his shoulders to relax. "Jordan. Sturmhond. Merzost. Whatever. But Nikolai is not a name I want to hear again until this war is won." He'd slipped into Old Ravkan. It didn't take a fool to remember what the word meant, and Jesper's mother had taught him the meanings of the word. Merzost. Magic. Merzost. Abomination.

 

    "It didn't fool me," Kaz said, his voice and face impassive.

 

    "Then it is a damn good thing you're not wearing the black kefta, isn't it?" Sturmhond asked.

 

    "It is. I am… amazed, however, at how well it hides your true identity."

 

    "It does, doesn't it?" Sturmhond preened. "I miss my hair, though. Red doesn't suit me as well."

 

    "I agree." The admission may as well have been a declaration of devotion, for all the worth that Kaz put behind the words. "Why are you here?"

 

    "To apologize." Sturmhond leaned backward. "For not… being there," he hedged. "That day."

 

    "I do not want your apologies," Kaz snarled. "Make it right. Earn it back."

 

    "Kaz–" Jesper began.

 

    "I'm working with the Darkling," Sturmhond interrupted. Nina looked furious, Matthias scandalized, and Inej still as impassive as Kaz. "For now. I'm supposed to be in Ketterdam digging around for Zoya."

 

    "You won't bring her to him," Inej said. A statement, not a request.

 

    "You're right."

 

    "Prove who you are," Kaz said, a faint line of heartbreak lacing the words that anyone other than Jesper wouldn't have caught. "Prove that you aren't some fucking con man trying to manipulate my crew."

 

    Sturmhond reached up, opening the door and grabbing something from outside the room. He tossed it, and it landed before Kaz. He shut the door and locked it once more.

 

    Kaz stared at it in silence, then finally moved. "Get out," he said, his hand gripping his cane. Nina couldn't help but notice that Jesper had removed it from the floor somehow. "All of you. Nina, put him back."

 

    Sturmhond's face drained of color. "Kaz, I–"

 

    " You belong as you," Kaz snarled. "It was a mistake to tailor you. You should have gone into hiding with them. Instead, you've waltzed into my office after two weeks with nothing more than a fancy coat, yet new tailoring, and my own hat. "

 

    Sturmhond let out a breath. "That's not what I–"

 

    Kaz shut him up with a withering glare, and Jesper understood. The radio silence, the disappearance, it was necessary but so hurtful.

 

    "I said, get out. " Kaz made his way to his chair, his limp prominent. "Everyone except Inej." he fixed Sturmhond with that glare once more as the Crows began to leave the room. "Find Zoya, if you can. Betray her, too."

 

    Something in Sturmhond's face visibly broke. "I won't need the untailoring, Nina," he said softly.

 

    "Fuck off," Kaz instructed him, turning his own attention to the numerous documents scattered about the room.

 

    Jesper paused in the doorway. “You coming?” he asked Matthias, who still stood beside where Yevgeni had fallen. Matthias’s brow was furrowed, his eyes on the window.

 

    The truth seemed to dawn on Kaz at the same time as it hit Jesper. “You knew.” A statement, not a question.

 

    Matthias shifted, his eyes on Kaz. "Kaz." Kaz didn't acknowledge him. "I'm sorry," the Fjerdan said softly, then walked out the door. Nikolai–Jordan? Sturmhond?–looked as though he wanted to say something to Kaz, then changed his mind, turning to Inej.

 

    "I'll need to return to the Darkling soon," he said. "Without Zoya. You'll make sure..?"

 

    Inej nodded. "I'll talk to her," she said, and Jesper could tell it was a dismissal. Sturmhond glanced at him, then left.

 

    Kaz rubbed his hands over his face as the door closed, then winced slightly. "Fuck," he hissed.

 

    "Somehow, I doubt that would help," Inej said flatly. Kaz didn't reply, his breathing increasing in rapidity until she spoke again. "Fix the window," she told Jesper. "Please."

 

    "Of course, love." Jesper moved to the window. Her tone had betrayed more than she'd likely intended. The window was also her way out, her exit and her escape. Based on how the material had grown into itself, it would be very difficult.

 

    "You said Yevgeni was looking for Sturmhond?" Inej asked of Kaz.

 

    "Yes."

 

    "Okay." Inej began gathering the documents scattered around the room. "If–"

 

    Jesper's phone rang, interrupting everything. His breath hitched. Wylan. The name that flashed across the screen. Flute blower. Jesper grinned, swiping to take the call. "Jesper Fahey, hottest sharpshooter this side of the universe speaking."

 

    "Jesper," Wylan breathed, his voice slightly strained. "I'm coming back home. And I had to hang up before I could answer but I…" Jesper held his breath, and Wylan continued. "I love you, too."

 

    Jesper nearly dropped the phone. "Good. Great. I'll… let me know when you get there. Are you going to our place or my da's?" Inej brightened, and Kaz looked up.

 

    "Ours."

 

    "I'll see you there." Jesper felt a tangible weight leave his shoulders. Nikolai was back, even if just temporarily. Wylan was coming home.

 

    "Wylan?" Inej asked quietly.

 

    Jesper nodded, waiting for Wylan to say something on the other end of the line. "Yes," he said finally, "I'll see you there. I love you, Jes."

 

    "I love you, too," Jesper said, and the line went dead. "Inej, I'm–"

 

    "Go," Kaz said firmly.

 

    Permission to leave. Jesper glanced between them once more. "I hope–"

 

    "Get out, Jesper."

 

    Jesper didn't need a third order. He blew Inej a kiss and was out the door, intending to go back to Wylan's apartment and wait for him. Halfway down the stairs, Sturmhond caught up to him.

 

    "Jesper," the captain began.

 

    "Come with me," Jesper instructed him. "Walls have ears. Somewhere more private, then you can explain everything. Wylan's coming back."

 

    "Wylan was gone?"

 

    Jesper frowned. "Yes," was all he said. Wylan could share whatever he wished of his own story.

 

     Wylan.

 

     Jesper felt a smile spread across his own face as he remembered their last phone call, just before Wylan had disappeared.




     "You rang?" Wylan's voice crackled through the speaker, spotty service making it worse, but it cleared up quickly.

 

    "I love you," Jesper said quickly, before he lost the nerve. "I love you, and your music, and your life and your fierce loyalty and love and you fucking terrify me, but Wylan Van Eck, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me."

 

    A short silence.

 

    "I love–"

 

    The line went dead. Jesper's imagination filled in the rest of what Wylan may have wanted to say, and he grinned. He'd said it. Wylan would disappear, but it wasn't left unsaid. And when Wylan came back… Jan Van Eck was gone, his influence out of date. Alys and Thea both liked Jesper, and Colm liked Wylan. And the person whose opinion Jesper valued the most, regardless of his own questionable decision making, had not only created a friendship with Wylan but accepted him into his Crows, had helped him gain the new job at the laboratory where he could make a hell of a lot more money and have time for anything else he wanted to do, whether it be play music or Jesper.




 

     Jesper had missed him in those two weeks. He'd missed Nikolai, too, stressed about what may have happened to him and why it was silent. The Crows had all been strained, hanging out ending in ridiculous squabbles and petty fights.

 

    Kaz had hugged him. Once. Four days after Wylan left, when Jesper had come back from a grocery run with ice cream, marshmallows, and all sorts of other shit they didn't need, Kaz had snatched the bags from Jesper's hands, deposited them on the counter, and yanked him toward himself, burying his face in Jesper's shoulder while the ice cream melted for seven minutes and forty six seconds.

 

    Jesper totally hadn't counted.

 

    Inej hadn't said a word when she'd walked in, simply gathered the groceries and put them away, then put milk on the stove for hot chocolate. They'd sat at the table, mugs before them, and discussed plans for the week–who had which chores, when Anika and Pim and Roeder would be back from their current jobs, and who would make which grocery runs. Monotonous adult shit that Jesper despised, but they'd been almost normal. How they'd been when they first came to Ketterdam, when Kaz wanted to hunt down the men who'd killed Jordie, and Inej wanted to stay near him, and Jesper wanted to get back in the bustle of the city, sick of rural life. Before the others had been looking for roommates, before Jesper had joined the theater, before the other Crows had joined their little circle.

 


    Nikolai had been the first, even though it took a long time for Kaz to warm up to him. Jesper had heard about auditions for a small theater performing Wicked. Jesper had gotten the role of the wizard and had so much fun. Nina had shown up to one of the shows and asked Jesper out for drinks afterward. She'd explained that she'd been followed and needed to find somewhere to go other than home, and Jesper had invited her back to theirs. She'd spent the night in Inej's room, entirely hit it off, and poked fun at Kaz's bedhead in the morning when he'd made his way downstairs to make coffee before actually properly getting ready for the day. It had taken him a long time to forgive Jesper for not giving him warning.

 

    Matthias had moved in with Nikolai, and it had been sudden to everyone else. The Fjerdan had swept in like a hulking tidal wave, suddenly prominent and then washed back out for months, until their movie night when he'd brought Inej back from an anxiety attack. Wylan…

 

    Wylan had been unexpected. A cute guy at the yogurt shop that Jesper had gotten the number of, then spent two days too nervous to text it. Then, in the wake of the fire at the theater, Wylan had been an anchor in the storm, even though Jesper had refused to process how much he meant.

 

    He'd been added to the chat the day he'd punched Kuwei in the face for bringing up the fire again.

 


    Jesper dug the key from his pocket, unlocking the door to Wylan's apartment and stepping inside, holding the door open for Sturmhond. He shut the door, locked it again, and took a breath.

 

    "I'm sorry," the captain said, leaning on the wall. "For not telling you sooner. I got out when I could."

 

    "I'm not upset with you over that," Jesper admitted. "I'm more angry that Kaz has been falling to pieces, and you've been off playing pirate–"

 

    "Privateer."

 

    "Fuck yourself," Jesper snapped, regretting it almost immediately. "So. Sturmhond. Smuggler extraordinaire?"

 

    "Yes."

 

    "Were you ever not?" Jesper asked, then rephrased it. "I mean, how long have you been Sturmhond? Why? How?"

 

     "Since I served on the Shu lines and watched my brothers in arms die around me," Sturmhond said evenly. "I cannot do shit as a celebrity's son. People talk about how they donate to all these great charities, go on trips to help children in war ravaged countries, and none of that is half as effective as what I've done as Sturmhond. I've traveled with the theater elsewhere, and brought supplies and gifts across borders that wouldn't have been allowed otherwise."

 

    Jesper exhaled. "So the theater I've been in is a cover for a smuggling ring."

 

    Sturmhond nodded.

 

    "May as well be. Let's see." Jesper listed off on his fingers. "My partner is a murderer. One of my best friends is a spy. Another is a thief and con artist, another is a smuggler, another is a rogue Grisha, another is a disgraced former Drüskelle. Any more to add to the list?"

 

    Sturmhond smirked. "Well, Zoya's so gorgeous it's criminal."

 

    "Fair enough."

 

    A knock on the door. Wylan. "Say hello and then leave, please," Jesper said sweetly. "My partner is back after two weeks away and I would very much like to ravish him in our living room. Which is difficult to do when there are guests over."

 

   Sturmhond saluted. "As you wish," he said with a small grin. Jesper opened the door and his heart skipped. Finally.

 

     Wylan cupped Jesper's neck, pressing a kiss to his lips. "We have company?" he asked softly.

 

    Jesper pulled him in, closing the door. "Captain Sturmhond, meet Wylan. Wylan, this is a friend of mine."

 

    Sturmhond let out a breath. "Hello. Jesper's welcome to explain as much about me as he'd like. I am now going to get out of your space so you may be ravished."

 

    Wylan stared, incredulous, as Jesper swatted Sturmhond on the arm. "Get out," Jesper said, slipping his arms around Wylan's waist and kissing him again.

 

    The door shut and Jesper slid the lock into place, lifting Wylan up against the wall. "Saints, I've missed you," he whispered, pressing kisses over Wylan's face and neck and anywhere he could reach.

 

    Wylan tilted his head, allowing better access, and grazed his fingernails over the sensitive skin at the nape of Jesper's neck. "I've missed you more," he replied, wrapping his legs around Jesper's waist. "You mentioned ravishing?"

 

    Jesper grinned. "I did."

 

    "Get to it, then."



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WYLANNNNNNNNN

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Notes:

The long-awaited Smut Chapter.

Fair Warning Here.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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    A week later, Nikolai was gone again. Kaz stood in the Crow Club, at the center of the gambling floor. It was empty, no pigeons being plucked, but the slot machines were running, lights on and all. He could hear cards shuffling, chips being tossed, money clinking, but when he looked toward the source of the noise, nothing was moving.

 

     Go to your office, a voice in his head whispered. His own voice.

 

    For some inexplicable reason, he did. Easing his way quietly up the stairs, a knife slipping into his palm. He opened the door.

 

    Nikolai.

 

    The smug bastard was in Kaz's chair, his feet propped up on the desk. Balancing one of Kaz's pens on his nose. He wore the costume he'd worn for the show, looking precisely as he had when they'd been backstage.

 

    "What business?" Kaz demanded, pointedly ignoring the way his stomach tightened remembering the dressing room.

 

    "I'm looking for the Bastard of the Barrel," Nikolai replied easily, catching the pen as it fell.

 

    "You've found him," Kaz replied. He reached to close the door behind himself, but he'd already closed it.

 

    "So I have." Nikolai took his boots down from the desk, leaning forward slightly. "Hello, Kaz."

 

    "Hello." Kaz hung up his cane beside the door.

 

    "I've missed you."

 

    "My condolences."

 

    "Haven't you missed me?"

    Kaz didn't turn, his hand lowering from his cane. "I have."

 

    "Come show me how much."

 

    Kaz cut his gaze toward Nikolai. "How?"

 

    "However you want." Nikolai shifted backward again, the picture of ease.

 

    "I'm angry at you," Kaz said coldly.

 

    "I'm sorry," Nikolai said, his face falling slightly. "I'd stay with you forever if I could."

 

    "I think I'd like that," Kaz admitted.

 

    "I'm here now, though."

 

    "You are." Kaz walked toward him, stepping around the desk. The dressing room still flashed in his mind, the bathroom at the party. "And you're in my chair."

 

    "What are you going to do about it?" Nikolai challenged.

 

    Kaz considered for a moment, then took hold of Nikolai's collar. "This." He pulled him up and out of the chair, pressing him against the desk. Pinning a wrist to his side, the other hand remaining at his collar.

 

    "Now what?" the bastard asked, a smirk on his face. He was exactly where he'd intended to be, Kaz realized.

 

    Kaz pressed against him further, stepping aside to sit down in his own chair. "Now, I have my chair back," he answered with a mirroring smirk.

 

    "So you do." Nikolai stepped forward, ghosting his hands over Kaz's shoulders. Lifting a foot to straddle Kaz's lap. "Now we both have your chair," he said, satisfied.

 

    "So we do." Kaz forced his breath to remain even, reaching up to run a hand through ruddy gold locks. "You're right."

 

    "About?"

 

    "Your hair is better blond. But it is tolerable red."

 

    "Thank you," Nikolai replied, as Kaz moved his hands lower. Touching his neck, shoulders, observing the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed when Kaz ran a thumb gently over it.

 

    "What were you going to do in your dressing room?" Kaz whispered, as Nikolai dragged his own fingertips over the skin at the base of his neck.

 

    "Kiss you," came the blatantly honest reply.

 

    "You could," Kaz suggested. "Right now."

 

    "I could," Nikolai agreed, moving the fingers of his other hand to below Kaz's chin, tilting it up. Kaz swallowed, his hands stilling, watching and waiting until… Nikolai kissed him. He curled his hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Shifting as discomfort in his trousers grew.

 

    Nikolai's fingers wandered, moving down Kaz's neck and gripping his collar. "What do you want?" Nikolai broke the kiss to ask.

 

    "You," Kaz answered readily, then blinked for a moment. "Your hands on me. All over me."

 

    "I can do that."

 

    Kaz shifted back, granting better access to the buttons as Nikolai began unbuttoning his shirt. When he'd finished, his hands were everywhere. Stroking Kaz's sides beneath the cloth, fingernails raking across hard planes of muscle, a fingertip flicking a nipple as Kaz inhaled sharply. Nikolai shifted forward, pressing a kiss to the side of Kaz's neck as he applied pressure exactly where Kaz wanted it. Kaz felt his mouth fall open. He wasn't certain he remembered how to close it. Oh.

 

    Nikolai continued, placing kisses further down Kaz's neck as he rocked his hips subtly. "You like that?" he murmured against Kaz's skin.

 

    "I do," Kaz replied carefully, his grip on Nikolai's shoulder tightening in a nearly bruising way and then releasing. Nikolai licked a line from Kaz's collarbone to his ear, and Kaz sank his teeth into his own lip, his grip tightening further and holding.

 

    "Can't have any of that," Nikolai said mischievously with a hint of pain to his tone. He caught hold of Kaz's wrists, placing them above his head. Metal clicked into place around them and Nikolai brought his own hands back down, caressing Kaz's jaw with one while the other trailed a path down, down… teasing over the button of his trousers. "May I?" he whispered, his breath a ghost over Kaz's dry lips.

 

    Kaz nodded, moistening them, and Nikolai slipped the button free, the zipper rippling. Kaz inhaled as the vibrations rang through him, and then choked on his breath the moment Nikolai's hand was on him. His hands pulled, unable to do anything as Nikolai shifted atop him, capturing his lips in another kiss as he continued to touch and caress him. He slid his tongue between Kaz's lips and grazed the ridge behind his teeth. Kaz's hips bucked, and he bit down on Nikolai's tongue. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to cause discomfort.

 

    Nikolai stopped his hand's movements, his free hand bracing against Kaz's hips to keep them still as the other pulled his cock from his trousers, stroking it lavishly. Kaz's head dropped back as a groan escaped his lips.

 

    "You like that?" Nikolai murmured, the slightest slur to his tone, perhaps nursing the bite on his tongue. He squeezed the tip, and Kaz curled forward, as far as he could with his hands restrained.

 

    "Yes," he bit out, then met Nikolai's eye. Fuck. "Stay here," he pleaded. "Don't go to…" he paused. "Don't go."

 

    "I won't," Nikolai whispered, kissing his neck once more as his hand worked. "I'll never leave you." The seam of his glove caught, and Kaz inhaled sharply.

 

     Fucking hell. "You have to." The metal above him clicked, and Kaz's hands slid free.

 

    Nikolai pulled back to look at him, the pace of his hand slowing. "But I don't want to."

 

    "You're saving the world," Kaz said, his tone icy. A mask. "This isn't…" he inhaled as Nikolai's hand moved again. "It isn't reality."

 

    "Kaz, I…" Nikolai paused, studying Kaz's expression. With lucidity returning, the pieces fell into place. Kaz was dreaming. Not for much longer, he was sure. "I love–"

 

    Kaz shoved him away, cutting him off. "You don't."

 

    He didn't miss the broken expression on the man's face as he startled awake, his gaze meeting nothing but his dark office at the Crow Club. He furiously rubbed at his face, willing himself to believe that the moistness of his eyes was due to sleep. He shoved himself to his feet, limping to the door and grabbing his cane, then went to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. He turned the cold water on, ducking his head under the stream and just letting it run.

 

     Pathetic, a part of him hissed. A wet dream about someone who doesn't want that with you. He doesn't want to stay. He's saving the world.

 

     The other half of him brought to mind the way Nikolai had looked at him when he'd warned Amanda off. Like they had a chance in hell of working, like he'd been…

 

    Kaz slammed his fist down on the counter, then felt his phone buzz.

 

    An unknown number.

 


Unknown Number: hello

 

Kaz: What business?

 

Unknown Number: got a burner cell. moi soverenyi doesn’t want cell phones around, says it fucks up grisha abilities somehow but i don’t buy it. he just doesn’t want outside influence

Unknown Number: this is sturmhond, Kaz.

 

Kaz: Why are you texting me?

 

Unknown Number: someone needs to know what’s happening, and you’re excellent at knowing who it is important to tell things to. unlike other people i know

 

Kaz: Nothing’s been happening.

 

Unknown Number: not anything obvious from the outside

Unknown Number: he’s hunting alina starkov in order to use her to control the fold better, not destroy it. and i’ve learned why he’s searching for zoya

 

Kaz: Why?

 

Unknown Number: she has more power and potential than even she realizes. he’s been fucking around with amplifiers, and figured out that if he kills the animal, he gains access to the power of the amplified grisha

 

Kaz: That makes sense.

 

Unknown Number: there are grisha here who are not loyal to him. i’d like to smuggle them out

 

Kaz: I’m assuming you have a well thought out plan?

 

Unknown Number: i’m unsure what resources i may have access to. my crew cannot do it. if the darkling were to find out that my crew got them out, it would be their lives and any standing i have here on the line

 

Kaz: I suppose I’d be willing to help depending on how much you’ll pay me.

 

Unknown Number: forty kruge per escapee

 

Kaz: Double it for the escape of Nikolai Lanstov. He’s valuable.

 


    The indicator of him typing a reply appeared and disappeared three times before the message arrived.




Unknown Number: Nikolai Lantsov disappeared with the rest of the Lantsovs four weeks ago

 

Kaz: I know.

 

Unknown Number: i’ll see what i can do.

 

Kaz: Good.

Kaz: Why are you awake?

 

Unknown Number: couldn't sleep

 

Kaz: Neither could I.

 

Unknown Number: you typically don't sleep though

 

Kaz: Correction: I was asleep. I was woken up.

 

Unknown Number: me too

 

Kaz: My condolences.

 

Unknown Number: it's alright

 

Kaz: Good night.

 

Unknown Number: goodnight, Kaz




[Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar, Zoya Nazyalensky]

 

Kaz: Meet at the Slat at eight bells. In the kitchen.

Kaz: I have a job for all of you.

 

Zoya: Ugh but I have sitting around and eating ice cream to do

 

Jesper: what flavor?

 

Nina: inej flavored

Nina: i'm kidding btw inej

 

Inej: we'll be there, Kaz

 

Kaz: I'll delete you all from my phone and hire a new crew.

 

Jesper: no pls

 

Wylan: If you type P L S one more time, Jesper, I'll break up with you

 

Jesper: no pls

 

Wylan: 😭

Notes:

don't worry guys i hate myself too

Chapter 42: xlii

Chapter Text


    Inej rushed in the door. She'd slept in. When was the last time she'd done that, third grade? She took in the sight before her: Kaz, relaxed in a chair at the table but with that tenseness to his frame that he had all the time since Nikolai left. Jesper, sitting on the counter with Wylan beside his knee. Nina and Matthias squabbling over the last of a stack of waffles, and Zoya, who snatched it from between them and offered it to Inej.

 

    "Hello," the squaller said softly. A line had formed in her brow, no doubt from worry over Inej's tardiness.

 

    "I'm alright," Inej said, echoing her low tone before accepting the plate of waffles and raising her voice some to Kaz. "I overslept. Do you have an update?"

 

    Kaz waited a beat, his eyes roving over Inej. Not studying her, but tracing her for any injury, any hint of what had caused her to be late. "I have intelligence that the Darkling is hunting Alina Starkov and Zoya Nazyalensky. He has a new way to harness their power as his own, and is using the Grisha who oppose him as test subjects." Nina went silent, her breath catching. Zoya tensed beside Inej, despite already having an idea of the danger she was in. "My contact would like to hire me to smuggle the Grisha out. I need a crew."

 

    "It's a suicide mission," Zoya said immediately. Inej was inclined to agree.

 

    "Kaz's favorite," Nina intoned.

 

    "It's a suicide mission for anyone else," Kaz corrected, glaring sharply at Nina. "We have a crew that's better than average. Nazyalensky, you've recently been to his encampment. I want details. Wylan will draw a map for us." Kaz placed materials to do so in front of Wylan, who looked none too pleased at the prospect of being directly in the line of Zoya's fire.

 

    "Fine," Zoya said, moving to his side. She described the two buildings they occupied, in a town just west of the Fold. The main building was a five story barracks of sorts, a dormitory where the majority of the Grisha resided. A building off of it was smaller, two stories. It had once been a home, but now housed the Darkling's belongings and his prisoners. "Genya Safin and David Kostyk escaped with us from the convention," she explained. "Baghra, the woman who trained the Grisha before, gave us the out we needed to leave. She distracted him and his shadow monsters." She paused. "David was recaptured. Genya went after him. The three of them are being kept at the house, I'm sure. It also holds the… laboratory."

 

    Wylan shuddered, sketching out the last of the details she'd provided.

 

    Kaz stepped forward, studying the prints and a map of the town he pulled from beneath the table. "Wylan and Jesper, you'll wait here," he said, pointing to one side of the main building. "Keeping the way out clear and creating a secondary one if needed." They nodded, and Kaz turned to Nina. "You're our proof that we are to be trusted. We take the Grisha from the main building first. If we can, we get the others from the Darkling's lair. Inej, you're scouting ahead. We don't want attention, and we don't want to alert the Darkling to what we're doing before we're clear."

 

    "What's my job?" Zoya asked, when Kaz didn't elaborate further.

 

    "It's done," he snipped. "You're not going anywhere near the base. If he catches you, it's disaster waiting to happen."

 

    "I'm going."

 

    "My source informed me that you being there could turn deadly for everyone," Kaz said coldly. "My crew is worth more to me than your pride."

 

    "I'm the most powerful Grisha you know," Zoya said, her chin lifting. "And I can distract him if things go wrong."

 

     No, Inej nearly whispered, but Kaz dropped his head, defeated, then looked at Inej, almost pleadingly. Talk some sense into her? No. "If she stays," Inej said firmly, "I stay." Kaz needed her. Needed both of them.

 

    "Fine," Kaz bit out. "You and Nina are both proof that we are to be trusted."

 

    "Ah, yes," Nina snarked. "Hire the angry wind maker to be the voice of comfort."

 

    "It's not comfort," Kaz said.

 

    "What am I here for?" Matthias cut in.

 

    "You, my dear Drüskelle–"

 

    " Ex- Drüskelle."

 

    "Don't interrupt me," Kaz snapped. "You know how to take down a Grisha without Grisha power."

 

    Matthias bristled. "I left them for a reason, Brekker."

 

    "I'm not asking you to go back. I'm telling you to teach the rest of us inferior individuals how to take one down." Kaz waited a moment. "We'll practice on Nina and Zoya."

 

    "No." Matthias's voice was firm, his glance toward Nina telling. Inej silently echoed the sentiment.

 

    "I'll tell you how to stop a Grisha," Zoya said evenly. "Make their hands useless."

 

    "Pressure points," Matthias began.

 

    "I know how to dislocate a shoulder." Kaz stood up. "I want to know how you do it from further away. When you don't have the luxury of the element of surprise."

 

    "By slicing them with the Cut," Matthias said. "Which only the Darkling is capable of. You do not want to see it in action. It is brutal and deadly."

 

    "That's what you said about all Grisha," Nina grumbled, evidently irritated by Matthias's immediate refusal to allow the others to train with her.

 

    Matthias frowned at her. "I–"

 

    " I am not in the business of counseling lovers' quarrels," Kaz cut in.

 

    "You could throw a knife," Matthias said reluctantly. "If it's aimed correctly. If you're going for stealth, you don't want a gunshot."

 

    "I'd rather not be on the receiving end of Inej's knives, thank you," Nina supplied. "Even simply for training."

 

    "You won't." Kaz's frown deepened. "Jesper, if you're being attacked by a Grisha, the job has gone enough to hell that a gunshot won't make a difference. You and Wylan are both supposed to be out of the fray."

 

    "Understood," Jesper said, his feet swinging off of the counter.

 

    "However," Kaz continued, "I need practice. Would you like to volunteer?" he asked Zoya. "Nina can heal you."

 

    "If he manages to land a hit," Nina said cheerfully, and Kaz flipped her off.

 

    "Absolutely not," Zoya answered, echoing the sentiment in Inej's own mind.

 

    "You'd prefer being on the receiving end of Inferni flame than fighting me. Fair. I'll work with what skills I have." Zoya was fully glaring at Kaz now, looking absolutely murderous. "We get paid twice the amount if Nikolai Lantsov walks out," Kaz continued, ignoring her. "He's the highest priority."

 

    "Did Sturmhond offer, or did you barter?" Jesper dared to ask.

 

    "It doesn't matter."

 

    "It does, actually," NIna said. "I want to know how many of our lives you're putting on the line so that your crush walks out that door."

 

    Kaz turned his glare to her, as it turned darker than even Inej had ever seen. "Lantsov is not my 'crush'."

 

    "Right. And your heart rate doesn't fucking skyrocket whenever he walks in the room."

 

    Kaz's glare was furious, the silence tense and riddled with ferocity. Nina met it without flinching.

 

    "This conversation is over," he finally said. "Be ready to move out from here at dawn. I'm renting three vans for the job. We'll arrive at the base near sundown and move forward after dark."

 

    "Kaz," Inej began, but he'd already stormed from the room, slamming first the door to the kitchen, then the slam of his bedroom door echoed through the walls.

 

    "So, all of our lives, then," Nina extrapolated helpfully. Inej sighed. "Should I not have said anything?" Nina asked, swiping a fingertip across the syrup left on the plate and licking it off.

 

    "Personally," Jesper said cheerfully, "I love that you did."

 

    Inej grabbed a packet of hot chocolate from the pantry, emptying it into a mug before putting boiling water in it from the coffeemaker on the counter. She dared any of the others to say a word as she opened the door, closing it behind herself before quietly climbing the stairs.

 

    She listened at Kaz's door for a moment, then knocked. It took an entire minute for the door to open. "What?" Kaz asked, his tone flat.

 

    "I thought you might like company," Inej said softly, holding out the mug.

 

    Kaz looked scornfully at the mug, then less scornfully at her. "I'm fine," he said, his tone not shifting in the slightest. Unconvincing.

 

    "You're not," Inej argued. "Nina got under your skin. Zoya's undermining you and I'm not helping. Jesper's ridiculously giddy over Wylan being back, even though it's been a week since he returned. You're bothered." Stop brushing everything aside until it blows up in your face.

 

    "So what if I am?" Kaz snapped. "I'm trying to get a crew together that doesn't want to work together."

 

    "So encourage them," Inej said, refusing to rise to his challenge. "Remind them who we're doing this for. I know for a fact it isn't about the money. He asked you to, didn't he? Were you going to agree before you were being paid?"

 

    The look on his face told her yes. "I don't need a lecture, Inej."

 

    "Then what do you need?" The same words they'd exchanged the day he'd climbed up and found her in the treehouse, when he'd fallen to the ground and she'd peered over the edge of the trapdoor. Leaped down and offered a hand.

 

    "Kruge," Kaz said. The same as he'd said so many years ago. "Eighty kruge. For bringing Lantsov back."

 

    "Then bring him back." Inej hardened her tone. "But get your crew in the right direction and don't treat them like they're pawns. Don't treat us like pawns. This isn't a chess game. That's what the Darkling got so horribly wrong."

 

    Kaz was silent for a long moment, then stepped aside, a silent invitation into his room. He sipped the hot chocolate, hissing in a breath at the heat still contained within it, and went for the marshmallow stash hidden beneath his desk to drop four into it. "I don't know what I would do," he admitted. "If it did come down to choosing between him and any of you."

 

    Inej set her jaw, ignoring the sting. They were all valuable to him. She knew that. "We won't let it come down to that choice," she said firmly. "You pick your crew for a reason. There is no weak link here."

 

    He nodded, contemplating his marshmallows, then moved to the door, grabbing his cane. "Come with me." He was out the door, already on the landing, when Inej realized he'd left his phone face up on his bed. She grabbed it, intending to bring it to him, and a string of messages…




Kaz: Any news from the front?

 

Nikolai (Burner): not really. the darkling's mad, i've been checking in with genya and david and baghra. he's definitely making plans i'm not privy to

 

Kaz: That is unfortunate.

Kaz: Your favorite Squaller has decided she would prefer facing an army of Grisha to fighting me.

 

Nikolai (Burner): I’d choose the same tbh

 

Kaz: Fascinating.

 

Nikolai (Burner): would you pick fighting me over Grisha?

 

Kaz: Yes.

 

Nikolai (Burner): fascinating

Nikolai (Burner): tell me how you’d disarm me

 

Kaz: It wouldn’t be as disarming if it weren’t by surprise

 

Nikolai (Burner): enlighten me

 

Kaz: It would depend on how many weapons my Wraith observed you donning that day.

 

Nikolai (Burner): today it’s none other than my sword

 

Kaz: I would strike from behind to avoid its blade. A jab to the shoulder and it’s useless.

 

Nikolai (Burner): very wise. then what would you do?

 

Kaz: Restrain your other arm to make certain you could not use it to cause other injuries.

 

Nikolai (Burner): sensible. now that I’m no longer a threat, what will you do with me?

 

Kaz: It depends. In this hypothetical situation, where are we?

 

Nikolai (Burner): in an empty alleyway with no one for miles





    Two minutes, then a reply:




Kaz: Leave you for my Wraith to handle while I finish my job.




    Inej restrained the smile on her face as she clicked the screen off and followed Kaz out the door and down the stairs, back to the kitchen.

 

    "Do you want your fellow Grisha out of that hellhole?" Kaz was asking as she walked into the room.

 

    "I do," Zoya replied, her eye catching Inej's as soon as she was through the doorway. Nina nodded, agreeing.

 

    "Wonderful." Kaz set his mug down on the table. "Nikolai Lantsov isn't only a celebrity. He is a smuggler. He gets supplies to needy communities on the other side of the Shu Han border, across the sea to as far as Novyi Zem and the Wandering Isle." He paused, glancing at each of them. "And… he means a great deal to me. I would prefer that he did not die a gruesome death at the hands of the Darkling or any of his followers."

 

    Zoya pursed her lips. "We'll get him out," she said firmly.

 

    "Good." Kaz looked at Jesper. "You made that shot after we got Thea out of the warehouse. Near impossible, but you made it. If anything does go wrong, get out of their range and then make it rain lead."

 

    "You got it, boss," Jesper replied, saluting and then wrapping that arm around Wylan's shoulders.

 

    "Zoya." The squaller met his gaze. "Don't let yourself get captured."

 

    Something fierce rippled behind her eyes, and Inej understood further why it would be so critical to keep her from the Darkling's hands. More than her power alone was her spirit. She'd been blessed by the Saints with more than anyone else had been given, and she knew it. "I won't," she said, and Kaz looked like he almost believed it.

 

    "Helvar. Stay near her. Take out any Grisha who come her way–"

 

    "I think Inej could do an excellent job playing bodyguard," Nina interjected as Matthias crossed his arms. Kaz's jaw tightened, and Inej laid a hand on his shoulder.

 

    "She could scout with me. Take the air out of any guards' lungs before I would have a chance to draw a single blade."

 

    Kaz's jaw relaxed. "Fine. We split up. The Grisha we're liberating are on the north side of the second and fourth floors. My contact promised to gather them there. Far enough from the door we're entering to not be suspicious, but near enough to not be incredibly inconvenient. Zoya and Inej go to the fourth floor. Nina and Matthias go to the second floor. I'll be in the stairwell, keeping a headcount and making certain that stray guards don't wander into your work areas." He sipped his hot chocolate, keeping it in his hand. "There are twenty Grisha to be retrieved. Twenty one people. Do not attempt to take on the Darkling. That goes for everyone."

 

    "What are you gonna do, leave behind whoever does?" Jesper asked sarcastically.

 

    Kaz just stared at him, one brow arched.

 

    "You do not want to be on the receiving end of any of his attacks," Matthias said. "Drüskelle will take their chances with any number of Grisha. I know several who would take on Zoya Nazyalensky. There is not anyone I know who would go up against the Darkling one on one."

 

    "Except Sankta Alina," Inej murmured, and Kaz rolled his eyes.

 

    "She's no saint," he said. "A sun summoner, yes, but no saint."

 

    "Saint or no," Zoya cut in, "she is going to tear down the Fold. She's been instrumental in the creation of the devices we use to cross it. I may not like her much personally, but any allies we can rally to her side will be helpful."

 

    "I didn't take you for a fanatic," Nina quipped.

 

    Zoya sent a gust of air through the towel hanging on the oven's handle, flying it into Nina's face. "I didn't take you for a skeptic."

 

    "I'm not skeptical," Nina rasped in an imitation of Kaz's voice, flinging the towel back and missing entirely as it hit the wall and slid to the floor. "Simply realistic."

 

    Kaz gave her a look. "I don't sound like that."

    "I don't sound like that." Her tone nearly matched his now.

 

    "Be here at dawn," Kaz said, ignoring her. "Helvar's driving one van. I'm driving one. Wylan's driving one. Zoya–" he was cut off by the towel hitting his face on a gust of air. It slid down slowly, almost comically, before he flung it hard back at Zoya. " You can ride in the backseat of mine. I don't want any distracting of other drivers. If you're nice, maybe I'll let you ride on the front bench while Inej is up front–" the towel hit him again. Jesper snorted. Kaz threw the towel at him. "No detours. No distracted driving." Kaz tossed a key each to Matthias and Wylan, then turned to leave the room. "My phone," he said to Inej. She handed it to him and he stepped past her. "Sunrise," he said, waiting for the rest of them to repeat it before he left the room.

 

    "Saints," Jesper said, amused. "I half expected him to cave in Zoya's head after that."

 

    The towel flung up to hit him in the face a second time.

Chapter 43: xliii

Chapter Text


[Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa, Zoya Nazyalensky, Nina Zenik]

 

Jesper renamed the chat passenger princesses

Jesper changed their name to prettiest

Jesper changed Inej 's name to smartest

Jesper changed Nina's name to hottest

Jesper changed Zoya's name to all of the above

 

prettiest: have i mentioned Wylan's an excellent driver

prettiest: very thoughtful

prettiest: except he won't LET ME HAVE A TURN WITH THE AUX

 

hottest: nuh uh matthias is better he brought me snacks

hottest: and said i can have the aux all day

hottest: so there

 

all of the above: RIP Inej.

all of the above: brekker doesn't share shit

 

smartest: accurate but also he shared his pringles with you two rest stops ago

 

all of the above: he said that he did that so that i wouldn't turn his van into a hot air balloon

 

smartest: he still shared them idk what you're complaining about

 

all of the above: gain better standards

 

smartest: :)

 

prettiest: she has excellent standards imo

 

hottest: i'm tattling to wylan

 

prettiest: I MEAN

prettiest: ZOYA IS OBJECTIVELY ATTRACTIVE

 

hottest: lmao

 

smartest: and subjectively

 

prettiest: woah lore drop zoya's a sub

 

all of the above: I will leave this chat.

 

hottest: SHE DIDN'T DENY IT

 

smartest: saints

 

prettiest: NOR DID INEJ

 

all of the above: your friends are idiots, dear

 

smartest: why do you think my chat name is what it is?

 

prettiest: oh please like your name isn't some variant on "knife" in every other gc you're in

 

smartest: shhhh

 

all of the above: one of those knives may claim you in your sleep if you're not careful, fahey.

 

prettiest: oh shit

prettiest: Wylan says quit turning me on bc that's his job :/

 

smartest: blocked

 

all of the above: blocked

 

hottest: shhhhh no let him cook

 

all of the above: is he making foot stew? evidently it's decent from how frequently he puts it in his mouth

 

prettiest: "evidently it's decent from how frequently he puts it in his mouth" -the name of zoya's sex tape

 

hottest: nvm i'm not hottest zoya's burns are

 

prettiest: excuse you

prettiest: that's incorrect

 

hottest: i don't see the smart one correcting inej's girlfriend

 

smartest: the smart one is…

smartest: nvm

smartest: kaz says to quit driving like idiots and that it isn't a race

 

hottest: tell him he should've had me drive if he didn't want wy and matty to get competitive

 

prettiest: yeah he should've had me and ininininin

 

hottest: bro had a stroke

 

prettiest: nina drive

prettiest: phone locked up 😭

 

hottest: lmao

 

all of the above: i'm surrounded by idiots

 

prettiest: lion king ref??????

 

hottest: objectively that's one of the best movies

hottest: hakuna matata

 

prettiest: hakuna my tatas

 

hottest: you don't even have any jes wtf

 

smartest: it's the man boobs for me :D

 

prettiest: omg stawwwwwwp

 

all of the above: it is not the man boobs for you

 

smartest: no it's yours babygirl

 

prettiest: WOAH INEJ FLIRTING IN THE GC

prettiest: BREAKING NEWS

 

smartest: i'll throw your phone out the window

 

prettiest: no you won't you love me babe

 

smartest: yeah sure

 

hottest: dibs on the handicap stall next rest stop

 

prettiest: ok first of all you can't just call dibs second of all what do you need it for??

 

hottest: my crippling anxiety

hottest: no i'm kidding i just like the space

 

prettiest: calling dibs on the mens handicap stall then

 

hottest: and if kaz needs it? he's actually physically disabled unlike you

 

prettiest: womp womp he can use a different one idk

 

hottest: what do you even need it for??

 

prettiest: i won't be disabled walking in but it'll be hard to walk coming out iykwim

 

hottest: saints

 

all of the above: blocked

 

smartest: jesper get out of the chat

 

prettiest: i made it?????

prettiest: also i'm kidding i think kaz would actually murder me

 

hottest: save it for the trip back that's what i'm doing

 

prettiest: when we've got twenty grisha in tow? i think not i'll just wait till we're home

 

smartest: subject change: who's objectively better, lana del rey or taylor swift? argument happening in my van rn

 

hottest: taylor

 

prettiest: mother.

prettiest: what even kind of question is that

 

smartest: sorry kaz has decided that lana del rey is his hill to die on

smartest: pretty sure it's purely because zoya likes taylor more

smartest: ugh it's like watching how matthias and nina acted at first but without the horny undertones

 

prettiest: help??

 

smartest: now they're arguing over which came first

 

prettiest: next rest stop i'm rescuing you from this disaster, darling

 

smartest: so i can listen to your and wylan's gay subtext? nope no thank you

 

hottest: come be with meeee

hottest: we'll move to the backseat and talk shit

hottest: womp womp to matty he can deal without me for a while

 

smartest: now you're talking <3

 

hottest: <3

 

prettiest: careful and don't steal zoya's girlfriend or she might smite you with lightning, neens

 

hottest: i'll just like

hottest: not get struck

hottest: idk i'll dodge

 

prettiest: smart

 

prettiest changed hottest 's name to smarts

prettiest changed all of the above 's name to hot burner

prettiest changed smartest 's name to lonl

 

prettiest: love of nina's life

 

lonl: saints i just thought you misspelled loml

 

prettiest: when have i ever misspelled anything??

 

hot burner: Nina, provide exhibit A.

 

smarts: Attachments: 120 Images

 

hot burner: exhibit B.

 

smarts: Attachments: 120 images

 

hot burner: exhibit C.

 

prettiest: I GET THE POINT DON'T KEEP SENDING SCREENSHOTS MY PHONE IS LAGGING SO BAD RN

 

hot burner: lmao

 

smarts: saints i didn't know you could laugh

 

hot burner: when i do it does a horrid thing to my complexion

hot burner: splits my face in two and creates lines that i dislike

 

prettiest: surprised you and kaz don't get along better

prettiest: IT IS CALLED A  S M I L E.

 

hot burner: and the reason for all of the capitals is?

 

prettiest: probably to lead nations from but what relevance does that hold

 

smarts: ☠️

 

prettiest: IM GLAD SOMEONE LAUGHS AT MY JOKES

 

smarts: I ALWAYS LAUGH AT YOUR JOKES

 

prettiest: I COULD PROVIDE SO MANY EXAMPLES OF WHEN THAT STATEMENT IS FACTUALLY INACCURATE ZENIK

 

smarts: fair

 

lonl: okay rest stop time Nina and i are going to be ignoring the chat so

lonl: idk mingle or smth

 

prettiest: ooo alone time with zoyaaaaa for meeeeeeee

 

hot burner left the chat

 

prettiest: never mind i guess ☠️

prettiest: see you guys at the base <3

prettiest: nm

 

lonl: nf

 

smarts: nf

Chapter 44: xliv

Chapter Text

    Kaz watched to be sure the others got to where they needed to be. Jesper and Wylan into a gulch beside the road, watching the doors to each house. Nina, Matthias, Zoya, and Inej into the Grisha building. He waited a moment, then slid from the driver’s seat, following them into the building and into a stairwell and waiting at the bottom.

 


Kaz: We’re here.

 

(Burner): cool


 

    He waited as six Grisha moved through the stairwell past him toward the vans. He watched each face, searching for Nikolai’s, Jordan’s, or Sturmhond’s. Nothing.

 


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

knife wife: where’s Nikolai?

 

Cultist: on your level i hope

Cultist: i don’t see him

 

merchling’s: he’s not outside




[Burner, Kaz]

 

Kaz: Where are you?

 

Nikolai: everywhere and nowhere all at once

 

Kaz: Hilarious.

Kaz: Why are you not with the others

 

Nikolai: complications

 

Kaz: Are you at the base

 

Nikolai: yes

 

Kaz: Where

 

Nikolai: i can’t tell you

 

Kaz: Are you in this building or the Darkling’s.

 

Nikolai: darklings

 


 

    Kaz pocketed his phone. Fuck this. He moved from the stairwell, slipping out the door and heading toward the other building.





[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: where’s kaz going?

 

roses: idk?? he didn’t say anything to me

 

guns: he just left

 

roses: did he say anything to you?

 

guns: no

 

roses: i’ll check with Nina




[este + taylor]

 

taylor: any idea where Kaz went?

 

este: no clue




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Cultist: @Boss where tf are you



one minute later

 

merchling’s: i’m going to his spot. not leaving any post uncovered

 

knife wife: ok be careful

 


    Kaz ignored the notifications, picking a lock on one of the windows and climbing over the sill, leaving it open as a fake escape route. The hallway was dimly lit, only a few rooms locked and most of them empty. Kaz listened at one, then slipped his picks into the lock and waited for the soft click.

 

    The door opened silently, and on the other side he found a room that was mostly empty save for two human-sized cages, of the sort Kaz hadn’t seen since he and Jesper had broken into Heleen Van Houden’s apartment once. A redhead crouched in one, shadowy gashes leaking inky blood over her face. The other held an older woman, her white hair tied back in a bun. Kaz shut the door behind him as he stepped into the room.

 

    “Brekker,” the redhead said. Genya Safin, Kaz realized.

 

    “Safin,” Kaz replied, kneeling to deal with the lock on her cage. “I presume she would be Baghra?” he asked, nodding to the woman in the other one.

 

    “Yes,” Baghra replied, as Kaz moved to her lock next.

 

    “Where’s Sturmhond?” Kaz asked, with as much nonchalance as he could manage.

 

    “I don’t know,” Genya replied.

 

    The lock clicked free, and Kaz stepped back. “There are three vans waiting outside that will take you to Alina Starkov. My crew is driving them. Take your pick.” He went to the door, ignoring Genya’s murmured thanks. “Is David Kostyk here?”

 

    “Down the hall,” Genya answered, offering her arm to Baghra as they started toward the door. “Second door on your left. The workshop the Darkling set up. David’s the last one loyal to Alina, I believe.”

 

    Kaz nodded, parting ways with the Grisha as he moved down the hall. The door was unlocked, so Kaz eased it open, keeping low.

 

    The only person in the room was a man in goggles, who lifted his hands in surrender the moment he noticed the door open.

 

    “David Kostyk,” Kaz whispered.

 

    “Kaz Brekker,” the Fabrikator replied, lowering his hands. “Sturmhond mentioned you might be around this evening.”

 

    “Sturmhond was right.” Kaz nodded toward the hallway. “There are three vans outside. Genya and Baghra are already on their way to them. They’re your ticket to Alina Starkov.”

 

    David collected a couple of jars from the desk, placing them in a bag that he slung from his shoulder. “Very well. Where are you going?"

 

    Kaz glanced back out. "I'm finding Sturmhond."

 

    "You're not searching alone." David stepped to Kaz's side.

 

    Kaz glared at him, but he didn't move at all. "Fine." He led the way back to the hallway, checking the other rooms. They climbed a set of stairs, checking rooms on either side of the hallway upstairs, and still nothing. The end of the hallway held a window and that was it.

 

     Where the fuck was Sturmhond?

 

     "Brekker," David hissed, facing back the way they'd come.

 

    "What?" Kaz demanded, then looked. Shit. The shadow creatures–nichevo'ya, Genya had called them–held Sturmhond pinned up against the wall. The Darkling stood in the center of the hallway, his demeanor cold and calculating.

 

    "Hello, Kaz, " the Darkling said. The only way he'd know Kaz's name would be by reading the damned messages. Nikolai's watery gaze was locked on Kaz, something there imploring for him to leave.

 

    "What business?" Kaz asked evenly, his eyes locking on the Darkling and remaining there despite their desperate wish to stay on the captain.

 

    "A trade. Your dear captain for Alina Starkov."

 

    "No." Kaz signaled to David to get out, but the Fabrikator ignored him. The nichevo'ya loosened its grip, allowing Nikolai to breathe.

 

    "You are one of the few people who knows where she is," the Darkling said softly. "I want my Sun Summoner."

 

    "I don't know where she is."

 

    "Bullshit." The Darkling waved his hand, and the nichevo'ya slammed its clawed arm through Nikolai's stomach, forcing a choked sob from the man's lips.

 

    Kaz allowed himself a look at Nikolai, his grip on his cane tightening. "Udova," he admitted. "Lantsov has a property there that he's been loaning out to her and her legion."

 

    "Is this true?" the Darkling asked, turning to Nikolai.

 

    "Yes," he gasped out, his eyes shut against the pain.

 

    The nichevo'ya shifted, allowing Nikolai to slide to the floor. Kaz started forward, unsure still of what he would do, but the Darkling lifted his hand and shadows erupted, pouring from everywhere to surround Nikolai.

 

    "You're not getting the opportunity to warn her," he declared, as tendrils of darkness wound their way around Nikolai's throat, flooding the wound in his core and silencing him completely. Kaz lunged, his cane swinging in a deadly arc, but the Darkling swept his hands up, nearly cleaving it in two. The Cut slashed through the wall and window. "I'll admit I overestimated your mental agility," he taunted, taking the burner cell from his pocket and tossing it to Kaz. "I thought for certain no thief worth his salt would fall for a trap of that sort."

 

    "And no politician worth his salt would show his hand so easily at a conference," Kaz snarled, flinging a knife toward him and then swinging once more with his cane into the Darkling's dodge.

 

    Nichevo'ya swarmed him, knocking him backward and sending the cane skittering across the floor toward David. The shadows crawled on his skin and Kaz flinched.

 

    "What do you know of politics?" the Darkling asked evenly, his injured wrist cradled with the hilt of the knife sticking out of it. Kaz's leg burned as the Darkling's heel dug into the old injury. He scrambled for the pistol in his jacket before his arm was knocked aside, his wrist pinned down beneath the Darkling's other boot.

 

    "It's a shame, really," the man said, gathering power for another Cut.

 

    "What is?" Kaz grit his teeth against the agony in his leg, glaring at the Darkling.

 

    "I would've preferred to leave you alive to lead me to her base. It seems I'll have to burn the entirety of Udova until she gives herself over instead."

 

    "Do your worst." It can't be worse than returning to Ketterdam with Nikolai Lantsov dead.

 

    A screech erupted from the wall as a blur rocketed away from it, crashing into the Darkling and slamming him into the opposite wall. Kaz felt hands on his shoulders, dragging him down the hallway toward the fissure the Darkling had opened in the wall. He hit the grass hard, staring at the sky for a moment, before someone else landed beside him and he felt his cane being pressed into his hand. Kaz shoved himself to his feet, attempting to get back into the house, but David caught his arm.

 

    "Whatever the Darkling did to him, only one of them is walking out of that fight," the Fabrikator said. "There is a good chance, considering merzost and what I have seen of the nichevo'ya and volcra, that he has no idea who or what we are, and may well decide we are his next meal."

 

    Kaz glared furiously at him. "I'm not leaving without him."

 

    "You have to," Baghra declared, and Kaz turned to find her and Genya standing beside them. Her eyes were fixed on the fissure. "My son and his creations are dangerous."

 

    "I don't give a shit."

 

    "Genya," David said.

 

    "I'm not knocking him out," Genya said quickly.

 

    "Don't." Kaz shut his eyes. "Would you be able to work with Miss Starkov on reversing the effects of what he's done?"

 

    "...it depends," David answered.

 

    "On?"

 

    "Yes. I can work with her." David released his arm. "Let's go."

 

    Kaz allowed them to lead the way back to the vans, glancing up toward the window once more. Dawn was approaching, and they did need to get out of here before the other Grisha realized what they'd been doing.

 

    "What the hell were you thinking?" Nina snapped, as soon as they were within earshot. Kaz ignored her, but it didn't stop her from laying into him. "It's a damn lucky thing for you that Wylan and Jesper picked up your slack when you decided to disappear. Without saying a fucking word to anyone."

 

    Kaz continued ignoring her, silently counting heads. "Get in the vans and let's go," he said, glancing back toward the Darkling's house again.

 

    "Where's Nikolai?" Inej asked softly.

 

    "I don't know," Kaz said, dropping his gaze. He'd risk everything, he realized. Run full sprint back in there if it wouldn't endanger everyone else in this damn caravan.

 

    David cleared his throat. "It may well be impossible–"

 

    "Lesson one from Nikolai Lantsov," Kaz interrupted. "When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable."

 

    "Impossible to what?" Inej asked.

 

    "The Darkling shredded the captain's body," David answered, "and perhaps his soul in the process, leaving behind some sort of merzost-fueled dark voice that is, from my own limited experience with it, quite bloodthirsty."

 

    Kaz walked around the third van, climbing up into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut.

 

    Inej followed, pulling it open. "You're not driving," she declared. "Move over."

 

    "I'll do what I want," Kaz replied, starting to pull the door closed and ignoring how petulant he might sound. Inej didn't let it close, and Kaz glared at her for a full minute. She didn't back down, and finally he shoved himself across to the passenger seat.

 

    "You hadn't even clicked your seatbelt," she said softly, climbing up. Kaz clicked his seatbelt, pulling out his phone and ignoring her.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling's: we're getting waffles

 

bangbangbi's: No we're not

 

merchling’s: 😭🥺😔😫😭

 

bangbangbi's: Who's paying for all these Grisha to eat waffles?

 

merchling's: fml

 

himbo: We will drop the Grisha off, talk with Alina, and then I will buy the seven of us waffles.

 

nightmare fuel: Shut up and drive.

 

Cultist: matty we <3 you

 

merchling's: seconded

 

bangbangbi's: Thirded

 

nightmare fuel: You're all dead.

 

merchling's: womp womp

Chapter 45: xlv

Chapter Text


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Get me out of here.

 

Inej: texting under the table is rude

 

Kaz: You're doing it.

 

Inej: bc you started it

Inej: i'll see what i can do

 

Kaz: Thank you.

Kaz: Keep me updated on what is said.




    Kaz sat down hard on the steps outside Alina's base of operations. He had lied to the Darkling, though he hadn't known for certain it was a lie. Alina and her Grisha were in Ketterdam, using a connection of Nina's to hide at the White Rose, one of the pleasure houses on West Stave. Felix had claimed an outbreak of pox, which would harm his business for weeks to come. Kaz would make certain he stayed afloat, since he was one of the few who treated his employees correctly.

 

    Alina, however, Kaz would take a long time to forgive.

 

     "I won't assume the Darkling is dead," she'd insisted. "I cannot turn my attention sideways to deal with Nikolai Lantsov until I know that he is."

 

     Kaz had left. Stormed out of the room like a child in a tantrum, and Jesper would never let him live it down. Fuck.

 

    There was a flicker of blond hair to his right, and Kaz whipped toward it, his knife flicking into his hand, but there he was.

 

    Nikolai.

 

    "Kaz."

 

    "Lantsov."

 

    "Kaz."

 

    "Lantsov." Kaz couldn't process. What the fuck was he doing here.

 

    Nikolai scratched at his shoulder, then shoved his hands behind his back again. "I looked for you at the Slat. And the Crow Club. And my house."

 

    "I would've checked the cemetery for you," Kaz said evenly.

 

    "Well," Nikolai replied with a clear and failed attempt to match his tone, "...I'm not there."

 

    "Clearly." Kaz blinked. "I'm glad you're not," he admitted.

 

    "As am I," Nikolai said, a sharp exhalation that might have been a laugh following his words. Kaz watched his chest. His bare chest . His shirt was shredded, his coat missing entirely, and the wound the nichevo'ya had given him still looked nasty, though at least it wasn't bleeding anymore. "I don't remember a lot of last night," Nikolai admitted. "I came back to myself in your room. I don't know how I got there."

 

    "Sturmhond hired me to get the Grisha out," Kaz informed him. "I convinced him to pay me double to get you out. I don't know if I was successful because you seem to have gotten yourself out. I shouldn't have let him get to you."

 

    Nikolai stared at him, silent for so long Kaz wondered if he'd speak again. "Did you see any of what it was he… did to me?"

 

    "No. Only shadow."

 

   "Damn." Nikolai stepped forward, a pair of stolen black gloves from Kaz's office at the Crow Club covering his skin. "I was hoping you might have some insight into this," he said, tugging a glove off and presenting his hand.

 

     What the fuck. "Does it hurt?" Kaz asked, shifting forward to examine the dark lines spreading upward from Nikolai's fingertips, as though his hand had been dipped in ink and left to dry.

 

    "Right now? No. When I first woke up? Like hell."

 

    "Starkov is inside," Kaz told him. "She may have answers."

 

    Nikolai tensed. "I don't want… too many people to know."

 

    "I don't care what you choose to do about this," Kaz snapped, pulling back.

 

    "Oh." Nikolai pulled the glove back on, looking slightly defeated. "I'll clean the gloves," he promised. "And return them. Along with a bonus for keeping quiet."

 

    "I do like bonuses." Kaz eyed him. "Keep them."

 

    Nikolai nodded, averting his eyes but not going anywhere.

 

    "Nikolai," Kaz said softly. What, Brekker? What are you going to tell him that requires a tone of that sort?

 

     The question didn't need answering. "Udova," Nikolai interrupted. "I need to make certain their defenses are up. I'll have no idea when the Darkling might strike and he thinks that Alina's there."

 

    "You should go, then," Kaz agreed. Don't.

 

     "I should." Nikolai scratched his shoulder again. "I might ask Zoya to borrow her motorcycle."

 

    "You're not getting me back on that thing," Kaz snarled.

 

    "Are you offering to accompany me if I don't take it?" Nikolai asked, looking at him.

 

    "I have work here," Kaz hedged.

 

    "Then I'll take whatever mode of transportation I choose," Nikolai said, a note of pettiness to his voice. He stepped past Kaz, knocking on the door and opening it.

 

    "Wait," Kaz said, standing and catching his wrist. For what.

 

     Nikolai looked at him.

 

    "I…" Tell him. "I can't let you leave."

 

    Nikolai closed the door, silent. "Ask me to stay, then," he said, his eyes glancing toward the hand on his wrist. 

 

     Kaz shifted his grip. "When you left before, I nearly went mad. I don't know why. It bothered me significantly. Now you're here and I feel… calm. I don't like feeling calm. It makes me less vigilant." He paused. "I don't want you to leave, because I'm the least vigilant when you're gone."

 

    Nikolai opened and closed his mouth four times before he spoke. "Come with me. To Udova. They need a warning, and–" he hesitated. "I want you with me."

 

    "If that's what you want." Kaz arched a brow. "I'll have to be compensated, though."

 

    "What sort of compensation?" Nikolai asked, his eyes flicking lower.

 

    "What payment can you offer?"

 

    "Financial." Nikolai shifted his hand to close around Kaz's. "Or in the way of physical contact."

 

    "Both." Wait. "Wait. I… I can't touch. Not a lot, at least." Nikolai knew that.

 

    "I don't need you to," Nikolai said firmly, squeezing Kaz's hand some. He turned fully away from the door, toward Kaz, bringing his fingers up to caress the jut of Kaz's cheekbone. Kaz stopped breathing entirely, but didn't stop him. Nikolai slid his hand forward, tilting Kaz's chin up, then covered his lips with a thumb and brushed his own lips across it. Kaz shut his eyes.

 

    "Choice of compensation?" Nikolai asked softly, and Kaz's eyes flew open to find Nikolai further back, watching him, but his thumb still across Kaz's lips.

 

    "Kiss me," Kaz ordered, his own hand moving up to wrap around Nikolai's throat and pull him back down. The barrier worked. Kaz didn't want it, but he didn't know if he could handle… that. His thoughts flew, full of this moment, and the party, and backstage, and his dream.

 

    "Fuck," Kaz hissed, breaking away.

 

    "Consider the sentiment echoed," Nikolai said, breathless. He wrapped his fingers around Kaz's wrist. "Confession."

 

    "What."

 

    "When I was working with the Darkling," Nikolai said softly, his eyes on his fingers. Kaz didn't move his hand. "The night Sturmhond hired you to liberate the–us. I was having rather a lot of difficulty sleeping due to a dream."

 

    "I had an odd dream that night as well," Kaz admitted.

 

    "It could not possibly be as odd as mine."

 

    "Mine was certainly much odder."

 

    "Agree to disagree?"

 

    "Fine." Kaz hesitated. "Tell me about your dream."

 

    "You were in it," Nikolai said. Kaz internally flinched.

 

    "I hope it wasn't like the last time I was in a dream of yours," Kaz said, remembering the dream Nikolai had told him about with the nichevo'ya.

 

    "No."

 

    "You were in mine," Kaz admitted. Shut up.

 

     "Was I?" Nikolai asked, intrigued. "What did I do?"

 

    "Bother me." Kaz frowned. "In a… pleasant way."

 

    "I thought I was." Nikolai tilted his head. "And then you shoved me away. Literally."

 

    Kaz nodded. "I shoved you."

 

    "Where were we in your dream?" Nikolai asked.

 

    Kaz debated lying. "My office," he said.

 

    "We had the same dream," Nikolai said, a bit of wonder to his tone.

 

    "No, we didn't."

 

    "I still like what I see," Nikolai whispered, and Kaz felt his face flush as the words rumbled against his hand.

 

    "Did we… both end up on my chair?" Kaz asked hesitantly.

 

    "Yes."

 

    "I had to deal with something when I woke up because of you," Kaz informed him, pulling his hand away.

 

    "I could have dealt with it for you," Nikolai said suggestively.

 

    "You couldn't have. You were too far away."

 

    "Teleportation."

 

    "I'd be impressed if you came up with the technology."

 

    "Apparently, you're impressed by the barest hint of my skills," Nikolai said smugly.

 

    "It doesn't matter whether you can teleport or not. We can't ever do that when we're awake." The skin contact, with the wetness of–

 

    Nikolai's hand slid up Kaz's arm to the side of his neck, caressing. "Even like this?"

 

    Kaz suppressed a shiver. "Maybe. I don't know."

 

    "You don't know yet," Nikolai murmured, eyes on Kaz's. "I'd like to find out with you at some point. Not necessarily the near future, but…"

 

    Kaz swallowed. "Okay."

 

    Nikolai was silent, then leaned in closer, his lips brushing his gloved hand instead of Kaz's skin. "Still no chance you'd ride with me, Knapsack?" he whispered.

 

    Kaz shoved him backward. "Only in a limousine."

 

    Nikolai pouted. "But you look so hot in leather."

 

    "No."

 

    "Damn." Nikolai shook his head. "My car it is, then." He paled. "Wait. My car is… somewhere? Would I have driven it last night?"

 

    "I don't know." Kaz resisted the urge to touch him. "We can take mine."

 

    "I'd like that." Nikolai scratched at his shoulder once more. "I want to talk to Jesper before we leave. And I might… consult Alina. Briefly."

 

    "Okay."

 

    Nikolai reached for the door handle again, pausing. "I'm glad you were here when I returned, Kaz."

 

    Kaz looked away. "Don't leave again, or I may not be here."

 

    Silence, then Kaz heard the door shut behind Nikolai.

 

     Yolo.

Chapter 46: xlvi

Notes:

sorry for the short chapter :(

enjoy!

Chapter Text

     "I may not be here."

 

    The echo of Kaz's words chased Nikolai down the hallway inside the building, along with a determination. He would not let anything force him away long enough for Kaz to vanish.

 

    Whatever had happened to him last night, Nikolai found himself glad Kaz hadn't stayed to witness what it was. Even if it left him with very few answers, he himself had escaped with his life, and whatever the Darkling had done to him. That would have to be enough. They'd find the Darkling, and he'd get Alina's help with… whatever this was.

 

   He managed to find a door that he could hear voices coming through, and pushed it open.

 

    Eleven faces snapped toward him, and Jesper leaped from his chair. "Nikolai!" Jesper exclaimed. "I thought you were dead."

 

    "I thought you were in hiding," Alina said evenly.

 

    "That is a substitute," Nikolai said, grabbing Jesper and hugging him tightly.

 

    "You look like shit," Nina said graciously.

 

    "And feel it." Nikolai released Jesper. "Miss Starkov. What do you know of merzost?"

 

    Oretsev tensed. "Why do you ask?" he demanded, before Alina could get a word out.

 

    Nikolai smiled coldly. "That is my own business."

 

    "They all know about the infection," David offered helpfully.

 

    Nikolai ripped off the gloves. "Fine," he said, dropping them on the table and baring his hands. "The Darkling did this to me. What can you do to help?"

 

    Alina was silent for a moment, then stood, walking around the table and taking Nikolai's hands in hers. She examined them, then looked toward the wound that still throbbed in his core.

 

    It should've been deadly. If it hadn't crushed his organs, Nikolai knew, he should've bled out. He'd seen enough similar wounds from Fjerdan rifles. She grazed her fingers over it. "David said this is where the shadows hit you first," she said, her fingertips warming. Nikolai attempted to keep still, but as the light grew, so did the heat. Burning radiated from the spot, blinding sunlight erupting from behind his eyes. 

 

    He wrenched backward, stumbling against the wall and hitting the ground, his chest heaving from the pain. A horrific screeching pierced his ears, until he realized it was coming from him. Alina dropped her hands.

 

    "What the fuck was that?" Jesper demanded, and Nikolai flinched, taking a moment to realize the question wasn't directed at him.

 

    "An anomaly," Alina said evenly. "Merzost. I cannot do anything for him."

 

    "But you will," Nina insisted. "You have to–"

 

    "I cannot," Alina cut her off.

 

    "Then get out," Nina said flatly. "If you can't be helpful, get out and stop hurting him."

 

    Alina and Oretsev both left. The door had hardly shut before Nikolai found himself enveloped in Jesper's limbs, and then more bodies crushed in around him. Wylan. Nina. Matthias. Inej, even.

 

    Someone cleared her throat. "So. The lapdog returns. Back to lock us up again, captain?" Baghra.

 

    "He's not actually working with the Darkling," David said. "Not exactly."

 

    "It was a ruse," Nikolai said. "To infiltrate his ranks and get all of you out."

 

    "And I can plainly see how well it worked." Baghra's tone was scathing. "Your thief now has the emotional fragility of a child, the acrobat was nearly martyred like her saints, the tailor has scars in her face that will never heal, and you bleed shadows." She paused. "So, your exteriors match your interiors, now. Perhaps we should thank you after all."

 

    Genya shoved to her feet, clutching her shawl around her face as she fled the room. David hesitated a moment, then followed.

 

    Inej released herself from the embrace surrounding Nikolai. "And you are a bitter woman who can't bear to see the bright side of a situation. Have you any ideas for how to help him?"

 

    "Shadows whisper, girl." Baghra's gaze flicked to Nikolai. "The ones in him speak of death."

 

    "That's enough," Matthias interjected.

 

    Baghra shrugged. "Very well." She stood, moving toward the door. "I will not help the Sun Summoner with your problem, sobachka . That is between you and her." Old Ravkan. 'Puppy', she'd called him.

 

    "He fought the Darkling to get you free!" Wylan argued.

 

    "I didn't ask for freedom," she snapped, shutting the door harshly behind herself.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Boss: Where is Lantsov?

 

Cultist: asleep

Cultist: he's like

Cultist: dead tired

 

Boss: Not funny.

 

merchling's: agreed actually

merchling's: no matty put him up somewhere

merchling's: i htink alina mightve volunteered her room

merchling's: not with her in it ofc

 

Boss: Reassuring.

 

merchling's: lol ass

 

Boss: Shut up.

 

merchling's: sorry

merchling's: did you talk to him yet?

 

Boss: Yes.

Boss: I talked to him first.

 

merchling's: oh good

 

Cultist: what did you say

Cultist: spill the tea babes

 

Boss: No.

 

merchling's: 😔

 

Boss: Whomp Whomp.

 


[escape artists]

 

knapsack: Let me know when you're awake.

knapsack: If you've retrieved your old cell phone.




[Jazz Hands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Did he get his old cell phone back?

 

jes: idk

jes: maybe

jes: dont test it by calling it

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I was not intending to.

 

jes: great 

Chapter 47: xlvii

Notes:

my beautiful, beautiful crows

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: i'm awake :)

secret keeper: and yeah i got my phone back!




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

Boss added coolest privateer to the chat

 

Cultist: LETS GOOOOO

 

merchling's: good to have you back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

knife wife: notice how neither of them misspelled anything

 

coolest privateer: it’s the nikolai lantsov influence idk

 

Cultist: just like the fact that kaz uses manners sometimes now

 

coolest privateer: he does?

coolest privateer: i haven't seen it

 

Boss: Cute.

Boss: The seven of us are getting breakfast before Lantsov and I leave for Udova.

 

Cultist: TELL ME WERE GETTING EAFFLES

 

Boss: I haven't heard of that.

 

coolest privateer: where are we going

 

merchling's: kooperom if i have anything to say about it

 

bangbangbi's: We always go to the coop room

 

knife wife: because they're decent

knife wife: and Amanda doesn't work there

 

merchling's: exactly

 

coolest privateer: the kooperom isn't even on the way out of town from here

 

Boss: It's close enough.

 

coolest privateer: ok

 

Cultist: GREAT




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: it's for him isn't it

 

Kaz: Would I voluntarily announce a group activity of any sort, let alone a meal?

 

Inej: depends

Inej: is it a heist or a hangout

 

Kaz: You overestimate the value of hangouts.

 

Inej: sure




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling's: i'm late

 

bangbangbi's: We noticed

 

Boss: If we leave before you get here, I will not be saying goodbye.

 

merchling's: noted 😭

 

coolest privateer: you can give me your order i’ll get it

 

merchling's: like you don’t have it memorized

 

coolest privateer: …

coolest privateer: fair shot

 

Cultist changed coolest privateer ’s name to simp

 

simp: uncalled for

 

merchling's changed Cultist ’s name to fjerda’s fave

 

fjerda’s fave: excuse you

 

simp changed their name to coolest privateer

 

Boss changed coolest privateer ’s name to Mediocre privateer

 

fjerda’s fave: oooooh burn

 

Mediocre privateer: fuck you that you even spelled it correctly

 

Boss: Not my fault you failed classes in elementary school.

 

merchling's: bestie the only one learning words like microscope in elementary school was you

 

Boss: That is not even close to mediocre.

 

merchling's: yk what i just let auto commission do its thing sometimea

merchling's: maybe i should change that

 

Boss: Maybe.

 

Mediocre privateer changed their name to privateer

 

privateer changed Boss ’s name to elementary dropout

 

elementary dropout: Inej, do you have your knives on you?

 

knife wife: irrelevant, why

 

elementary dropout: I’ll need one.

elementary dropout: Or seven.

 

privateer: oh saints

privateer: jes save me

 

elementary dropout: “Jes”?

 

privateer: no

privateer: “jes”

 

elementary dropout: Fuck you.

 

privateer: how nicely do i need to ask?

 

 

fjerda’s fave: chat just got real quiet

 

fjerda’s fave changed their name to neens

 

neens: jesper save us from the eye contact

 

knife wife: the tension is murderous

 

merchling's: omw i promise

merchling's: asap

merchling's: also you would not believe the number of times that took to get it to stop saying On my way!

 

neens: only jesper fahey would intentionally counter his phone’s autocorrect to make it stop lengthening his texties

 

bangbangbi's: And only Nina Zenik would call them texties still

 

merchling's: the way he fully said that in the restaurant to dictate it

merchling's: i can hear your voice whenever i read your messages, love

 

neens: never have i ever been so glad to not be a mind reader

 

merchling's: i’m HERE WHY DOESNT THE DOOR WORK

 

knife wife: try the other door

knife wife: they started locking one bc someone figured out it saves like ten seconds when closing

 

merchling's: suing them for damage to my toes :(

 

bangbangbi's: I’ll kiss it better

 

neens: NO





[Jesper Fahey, Kaz Brekker, Nikolai Lantsov]

 

Jesper: someone reply so i know who’s driving and who’s phone i can blow up

 

Kaz: Whose.




[Jazz Hands]

 

jes: perf ty

 

Kazzle Dazzle: You’re dead to me.

 

jes: noooooooooo

 

Kazzle Dazzle: 🖕

 

jes: you heard it here first folks it’s never too late to act on homoerotic undertones

 

Kazzle Dazzle: What the fuck do you want.

 

jes: i wanna know how road tripping is going :(

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Fine.

 

jes: THE WAY YOU

jes: SAINTS

jes: THE VIBES AT THE KOOPEROM

jes: THE TENSION

jes: ITS WORSE THAN FABIAN AND EMILE SOPHKORE YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Sophomore.

 

jes: THATS MY POINT

jes: the two of you just need to effing kiss already

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Shut up.

 

jes: so you agree then

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Shut up.

 

jes: whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

(Read)




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Question.

Kaz: Which you will tell no one that I ever asked.

Kaz: Correction, you may tell one person at your discretion. But that is it.

Kaz: It is about touch and triggers.

 

Inej: ask away

 

Kaz: You don’t like it when any of your friends touch you unexpectedly now, but you do handle touch well.

Kaz: How badly are you normally triggered?

 

Inej: it depends

Inej: on a lot

Inej: but it can be really bad

 

Kaz: What do you do to help yourself not be affected as badly?

 

Inej: not touch anyone, sometimes. or keep layers in between

Inej: or physical barriers

Inej: like sitting in the front seats of my car or separate chairs

Inej: or the arm of a couch

Inej: things like that

 

Kaz: Okay.

 

Kaz: But I want to touch him.

 

Inej: gloves?

 

Kaz: I want more.

 

Inej: wanting and handling are incredibly different

 

Kaz: I want to kiss him.

 

Inej: that i have an idea for

Inej: scarf. handkerchief. napkin, even

Inej: might not all work but one of them might

 

Kaz: But I don't fucking want to fake it

 

Inej: it's not faking it

 

Kaz: Are you sure

 

Inej: yes.

Inej: it's not faking it

Inej: because if it is what the hell am i doing

Inej unsent a message

Inej: it's not faking it.

 

Kaz: Who the fuck are you kissing

 

Inej: my girlfriend.

Inej: partner?

Inej: …kissing buddy

Inej: idk we haven't exactly put a label

Inej: BESIDE THE POINT

 

Kaz: Kissing buddy?

 

Inej: shut up knapsack

 

Kaz: Shut the fuck up.

 

Inej: i will not be doing that

 

Kaz: Aside, I am happy for you that you have Zoya.

 

Inej: thank you

 

Kaz: You are welcome.

 

Inej: mood improved?

Inej: marginally and confidentially?

 

Kaz: Perhaps.

 

Inej: ...so when does Zoya get added to the group chat?

 

Kaz: We would have to remove Lantsov and myself if it's becoming a group chat full of romance.

 

Inej: as if Matthias is ever active

 

Kaz: His few contributions are due to Nina's advances.

 

Inej: so instead i get to be a lone wolf alongside people who have eye sex at breakfast with five other people 😔

Inej: at the kooperom no less

 

Kaz: No. I am sorry. You may add her.

 

Inej: I MEAN TWO PEOPLE WHO HAVE EYE SEX WITH EACH OTHER

Inej: WHILE THERE ARE FIVE OTHER PEOPLE AT THE TABLE

Inej: not seven people who have eye sex

 

Kaz: I know.

 

Inej: although without context it’s entirely unclear who in the group chat i’m referring to by that message honestly

Inej: i need better friends 😔

 

Kaz: Jesper would tell you he's been saying that since the day you met him.

 

Inej: i'm kidding

Inej: also why are you texting me and not making small talk with the person you’ll be in the car with for the next three hours

 

Kaz: Why would I do that?

 

Inej: because he's good company

Inej: and you freaking chose to go to Udova

Inej: be company

 

Kaz: You think I don't know all of that?

 

Inej: no i just think you forget sometimes

 

Kaz: Goodbye, Inej.

 

Inej: ❤️




[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: kms i want him so bad

 

galinda: gay

galinda: and so real, honestly

 

elphaba: we almost kissed again

 

galinda: DO IT

 

elphaba: i can't

 

galinda: WHY TF NOT

 

galinda: DONT IGNORE ME ASKNGJAVNJSKANGKJAHV







[Kaz Enthusiasts]

(Nikolai, Inej)

 

man (derogatory): saints

 

spider (complimentary): real

spider (complimentary): you better not be texting and driving, Lantsov

 

man (derogatory): NO

man (derogatory): …maybe i was a little bit but it was at a red light

man (derogatory): kaz took my phone and threw it in the backseat and now we're at a rest stop and i retrieved it

man (derogatory): BUT ALSO HIS HAND BUMPED MINE WHEN IT CAME BACK AND HE KEPT IT THERE

man (derogatory): WE HELD HANDS, INEJ

 

spider (complimentary): DONT BE A BAD INFLUENCE

 

man (derogatory): WOULDNT DREAM OF IT




[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: because i know he’s not always great with touch stuff

elphaba: letting him take the lead on it, all in all




[Jazz Hands]

 

jes: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

jes: don’t fuck up on me man

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Get the fuck out of my business.

 

jes: ITS HIS BUSINESS TOO HE INVOLVED ME

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Then stop playing a double spy.

 

jes: blocked

jes: i’m done helping you

jes: get your man by yourself

 

jes changed Kazzle Dazzle ’s name to cowardly lion

 

cowardly lion: Fine.

 

cowardly lion changed jes ’s name to Pettiness Incarnate

 

Pettiness Incarnate changed their name to beyoncé

 

beyoncé: same thing

 

cowardly lion: Accurate.

Notes:

I LOVE JESPER LLEWELLYN FAHEY

Chapter 48: xlviii

Notes:

if everyone has a lot of notifications about this fic today, i'm SO sorry. i was changing chapter titles because i got the roman numerals wrong :(

so here's a complimentary chapter instead!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

neens: @privateer @elementary dropout

neens: Attachment: 1 Link

neens: LOOK AT THE FUCKING NEWS ONE OF YOU PLEASE

 

privateer: oh

 

merchling's: WAIT SERVICE ISNT WORKING WRF IS IN THE NEWS

 

neens: THE DARKLINGS BODY WAS DOUND

neens: MAULEDNAPPARENTLY

neens: THE DARKLING'S BODY WAS FOUND. MAULED, APPARENTLY

neens: ASKDDJDJJCJFCN NIKOLAI WHAT HAPPENED

 

privateer: i don't know.

privateer: i'm looking into it more.

 

knife wife: let Kaz know power went out at Wylan's. that’s why Jesper needs cell service

 

privateer: fun

privateer: he’s driving

privateer: he says to make sure his project has the backup cable connected?

privateer: what project???

 

knife wife: …

knife wife: let him know that’s the first thing i checked on

 

merchling's: WHAT PROJECT

 

bangbangbi's: If I had to guess it’s trolling

 

knife wife: we would never

 

privateer: you absolutely would

 

merchling's: canon event

merchling's: remember the koala incident?

 

knife wife: YOU PROMISED NEVER TO SPEAK OF THAT

 

merchling's: shhhh







[Jazz Hands]

 

jes: how is he?

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Better.

Kazzle Dazzle: We stopped. He's deciding whether to turn around or not.




[The Slat]

 

Boss: Clean up the house.

 

what's an Ika?: ok but why

 

Boss: Lantsov is staying with us for a while. He'll be accustomed to just short of royal accommodations.

 

roeder=rider: kaz cussin over text

roeder=rider: i never thought i'd see the day

 

P-I: ROEDER ISTG

 

roeder=rider: scream irl pim not over text

 

what's an Ika?: QUIT FLIRTING IN THE CHAT

 

wraith: seconded

wraith: consider the house cleaned, Kaz

 

Boss: Thank you.

Boss: Drag Jesper over to help. Wylan may help if he likes.

 

wraith: alright

 

Boss: I want it done before we get back. Not because I don't want to work. It is only because I want it done before he is there.

 

wraith: you could drop him off at his house to get his things and his car

 

Boss: I will not.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Someone found out where his family is hiding. The man who pretended to be Nikolai was murdered. Vasily Lantsov was gravely injured, protecting their mother.

 

Inej: oh

Inej: so he'll be here for safety measures

 

Kaz: Yes.

Kaz: Do not say a word to anyone, but also emotional support.

Kaz: Find out if Jesper can make an excuse to stay with us as well. And Zoya.

 

Inej: done




[girl power]

 

Wraith: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

Wraith: care to move in for a while?

 

General: I'll make arrangements

 

Wraith: perfect



[favorites of the grump]

 

roses: dang somebody should change the name of the chat because i don't think we're his favorites

 

guns: nej you could never not be

guns: he adores you

 

roses: oh fair

 

roses changed the chat name to favorite and second

 

guns: okay no that's hurtful

 

guns changed the chat name to favorites of the grump

 

roses: Jes do you want to move back in for a while

 

guns: ???

guns: i just got wy back tho :(

 

roses: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

roses: if you're quiet Kaz might let you both back in

 

guns: ah

guns: i'll talk to wy and get back to you

 

roses: cool

 



Back in Ketterdam again…





[a lack of brotherly affection]

(Nikolai, Vasily)

 

primary annoyance: are you lot alright

 

pain in the ass: well, that depends on your definition of alright.

pain in the ass: sorry

pain in the ass: mother said she tried to call you

 

primary annoyance: i didn’t pick up

primary annoyance: do you want me to come out there?

 

pain in the ass: sure but there isn’t much to see

pain in the ass: unless you want to bring that book that lu got for me and hold it

pain in the ass: typing one handed rn

pain in the ass: Attachment: 1 Image

pain in the ass: fair warning its gnarly

 

primary annoyance: HOLY shit

primary annoyance: what did you do to your hand??

 

pain in the ass: grabbed the gun wrong, barrel was hot and the shot went through my hand

pain in the ass: idk sometimes i’m an idiot but it saved mother, and father wasn’t going to fucking do anything

pain in the ass: he’s useless

pain in the ass: more useless than you

 

primary annoyance: thanks

primary annoyance: wait are you still dating louis?????

 

pain in the ass: idk we haven’t talked in a while

pain in the ass: but he got me that book about the zemeni geldings

pain in the ass: i hadn’t had a chance to read it and it’s too big to pack really

 

primary annoyance: right ofc you ask me to bring the giant book and hold it for you

 

pain in the ass: hey i kept ur mom alive i’m entitled to compensation

 

primary annoyance: you’re entitled alright

primary annoyance: sorry. yeah. i’ll bring it

primary annoyance: where did you actually go, even? also where are you at the moment?

 

pain in the ass: we hid at the old grand palace in os alta

pain in the ass: we’re out there rn

pain in the ass: father’s trying to blackmail some poor healer into doing more for my hand than she can

pain in the ass: kmn

 

primary annoyance: real

primary annoyance: do you care if any of my friends tag along

primary annoyance: it’s a long trip to get there

 

pain in the ass: idgaf tbh just keep them out of my room pls

pain in the ass: i heard the fold’s gone

pain in the ass: you could probably just fly i think

pain in the ass: father might even pay for it if i ask

pain in the ass: mother won't let him say no to me at all 💀

 

primary annoyance: FORGOT ABOUT THAT

primary annoyance: hey while i’m there i have something to tell you

primary annoyance: i won’t text about it

 

[incoming call: pain in the ass]




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

privateer: who wants to travel to os alta with me

 

knife wife: ?????? that’s random

 

privateer: it’s where my brother is

 

knife wife: road trip?

 

privateer: probably flying

privateer: vasily said my mother will pay for our tickets

privateer: she also said something classist and entitled about first class vs economy but

privateer: idk she said she’d get first class or at least business for me and whoever goes with me

 

elementary dropout: I will go with you.

elementary dropout: I will, however, buy my own ticket. I do not need or want handouts from the Lantsovs.

 

privateer: if you insist

 

neens: i for one will never pass up an opportunity to sit in the lap of luxury on a rich white man’s dime

neens: i’ll go & drag matthias

 

merchling's: yeah same

 

elementary dropout: That is a fair point.

elementary dropout: I will sit near you, I suppose.

 

privateer: cool

 

neens: also matty says it's a good thing we're flying tbh

 

knife wife: great it's settled then




[moral compasses]

(Inej, Matthias)

 

pointy end: did you get that playlist i sent?

 

spins for nina: Yes.

spins for nina: I have not had the opportunity to use it, though.

 

pointy end: that's okay i was just checking

pointy end: it can take a while to get back on the road

pointy end: i've never been in a wreck but i know it can be awful

pointy end: and being stuck out there for that long didn't help either probably

 

spins for nina: Correct.

spins for nina: It is not that I have not driven at all, by the way.

spins for nina: I have driven some.

spins for nina: It is simply exhausting.

 

pointy end: i'll believe it




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

knife wife: @everyone carpool to the airport?

 

merchling's: IM MAKING A PLAYLIST

 

neens: NOT IF I DO IT FIRST

 

bangbangbi's: Maybe narcotic gets first dibs on playlist making

 

privateer: HELP

 

privateer changed their name to narcotic

 

bangbangbi's: No please I didn't say that my mic is shit

 

merchling's: get a new phone PLEASE babe

 

bangbangbi's: Never

 

merchling's changed narcotic 's name to privateer

 

knife wife: while we're changing names around

 

knife wife changed merchling's 's name to bangbangbi

knife wife changed bangbangbi's 's name to merchling

 

knife wife: which car/s are we taking

 

privateer: probably kaz's

privateer: imagine having a car big enough to hold eight people

 

elementary dropout: I will not be having six people in the backseats complaining about seat arrangements or worse.

 

bangbangbi: wtf do you consider worse than that

bangbangbi: besides its like 20 minutes to the airport

 

elementary dropout: You and Wylan choosing to unbuckle and grind on one another.

 

bangbangbi: oh fair

bangbangbi: we'd never do that to matty tho

 

neens: damn straight

 

bangbangbi: *damned straight, evil queen

bangbangbi: get it bc mirror mirror

bangbangbi: she's talking to a mirror

bangbangbi: please laugh i'm hilarious

 

elementary dropout: No.

elementary dropout: As for seat arrangements, Helvar gets the front seat, Inej, Wylan, and Nikolai get the center bench, and Jesper, Nazyalensky, and Nina are banished to the back.

 

knife wife: YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH FOR THE ENTIRE COMPANY

bangbangbi: I OBJECT

privateer: OUR GAY FORBIDDEN LOVE MEANS NOTHING TO YOU, DOES IT

bangbangbi: LEGS FOR DAYS BREKKER

neens: AUX AND SNACKS BREKKER I WILL RIOT

bangbangbi: I GET SHOTGUN PRIVILEGES

 

elementary dropout: holy shit

elementary dropout: I am no longer heading up the carpool. Inej, you have the floor.

 

knife wife added Zoya Nazyalensky to the chat

 

knife wife: take a smaller car than the kidnapper van please, like Zoya's. she drives, Matthias gets shotgun, Nikolai rides with them for the vibes and Kaz gets left side backseat because Zoya sits FREAKISHLY close to the steering wheel for how tall she is

knife wife: the rest of us will take my jeep and i'll drive, Jes gets backseat behind me, Wylan next to him and Nina gets shotgun and snack distribution

knife wife: Nikolai gets aux privilege with Kaz and Jes gets it with me bc Nina gets shotgun

 

Zoya: "Jes"?

 

knife wife: that's your only objection??????????

 

elementary dropout: What did I say about lesbians in the chat.

 

neens: only half lesbians allowed <3

 

elementary dropout: Not what I said.

 

Zoya: call me a dyke ffs i'll beat your ass.

 

elementary dropout: No.

 

knife wife: hey better than calling Jesper a faggot

knife wife: Kaz have you done that

 

elementary dropout: I would never use slurs, Inej.

 

Zoya changed their name to dyke

dyke changed elementary dropout 's name to liar

 

dyke: perfect

 

liar: Get out of my chat.

 

dyke: inej added me you would never remove me or you'd risk her wrath

 

knife wife: can confirm

 

privateer: okay here's a link to tickets and stuff my mother just sent me

privateer: Attachment: 1 Link

privateer: we'll fly tomorrow

 

liar changed their name to boss

neens changed boss 's name to second in command

neens changed knife wife 's name to boss

boss changed their name to knife wife

knife wife changed second in command 's name to boss




[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: so i kind of told vasily

 

knapsack: About?

 

secret keeper: the udova trip that didn't go to udova

secret keeper: the kiss

secret keeper: wait was it a kiss

secret keeper: because i feel like it was but also there was my hand and it even had the glove on and it was like literally just like one peck and just

secret keeper: shit that's a lot sorry

 

knapsack: Yes.

 

secret keeper: yes what

secret keeper: that's a vague answer

 

knapsack: Yes, it was a kiss.

 

secret keeper: ok

 

knapsack: Why did you tell him?

 

secret keeper: idk actually

secret keeper: sort of because he is my brother

secret keeper: even if we don't really act like it sometimes

secret keeper: and honestly this isn't a conversation that should be had over text but i never grow the fucking balls to say it in person but i really fucking care about you

secret keeper: and i care about him

secret keeper: and he almost was killed and i was miles away and it feels okay when i'm around you but it feels horrid again when i'm not

secret keeper: and whatever this thing is that the darkling did to me keeps bugging me all the time but it shuts up around you

secret keeper: please don't leave me on read

 

knapsack: OK.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

Kaz: What the fuck do I do.

 

Inej: answer him idiot

 

Kaz: He is under a lot of stress.

Kaz: I don't know if this is coming from where it should.

 

Inej: it is

Inej: i've seen the way he looks at you and the stress is making him finally say it, not make things up that aren't true

 

Kaz: Okay.




[escape artists]

 

knapsack: I will not leave you on read.

 

secret keeper: thanks

 

knapsack: I will be upstairs shortly with hot chocolate.

 

secret keeper: extra marshmallows?

 

knapsack: I don't have any.

knapsack: That is a lie. Yes, I will bring extra marshmallows.

Notes:

AHHHHHHHH i need more soft kaz

also you thought i could just leave you with fluff? no way. maybe the darkling's gone but that doesn't mean angst is!

Chapter 49: xlix

Notes:

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[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: so kaz and i talked

 

galinda: BITCH IF YOU SAY YOURE GETTING A DOG

 

elphaba: no lmao

elphaba: WAIT SHIT YOU DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED

 

galinda: DONT COME YELL IN MY FACE PLS ANIKA IS IN HERE YAPPING

 

elphaba: OKAY FINE

elphaba: you're gonna hate me for texting tea though

 

galinda: i'll hate you more if you never tell me

galinda: did he make a grand declaration?

 

elphaba: no

elphaba: but so basically when we stopped on the way to udova i was stressed trying to figure out what to do and he stopped at a service station that had like a convenience store attached and dragged me inside with him, and then he bought me a fucking large stuffed dog, a water, a ridiculously large can of pringles, and a soda

elphaba: when i tell you this dog is like the size of my torso.

 

galinda: I WONDERED WHERE YOU GOT THAT YOU DID NOT HAVE HTAT WHEN YOU LEFT

 

elphaba: YEAH

elphaba: anyway and then we were talking in the car about whether to keep going to udova or turn back and go back to ketterdam and he was like

elphaba: idk just

elphaba: he existed while i talked it out with myself and then made sense of the useless points i was making and we decided to go back to ketterdam but you know how he like always parks in the back corner of the lot even though it tends to be ridiculously far from the door

 

galinda: yes i hate that

 

elphaba: WELL HE KEPT FUCKING LOOKING AT ME LIKE MY EXISTENCE WAS THE GREATEST MIRACLE ANY SAINT EVER PERFORMED AND IDK WHERE MY BRAIN WAS BUT I SORT OF LEANED IN

elphaba: AND HE DID

elphaba: BUT THEN HE FUCKING STOPPED AND I THOUGHT HED CHANGED HIS MIND ABOUT LIKE EVERYTHING AND THEN HE FUCKING GRABBED MY WRIST AND COVERED MY MOUTH WITH MY HAND.

elphaba: AND FUCKING KISSED MY HAND

elphaba: AND

elphaba: I DIDNT FUCKING KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THAT

elphaba: AND THEN MY FUCKING PHONE RINGS AND ITS FUCKING VASILY

elphaba: BUT ITS NOT VASILY ITS SOME DOCTOR

elphaba: AND BASICALLY THE BEST FUCKING MOMENT OF MY LIFE GOT INTERRUPTED BY SOME OF THE WORST NEWS IVE EVER FUCKING GOTTEN

 

galinda: i'd kms

 

elphaba: also we talked about it now that we're back here and settled

elphaba: should i be concerned that he's fully planning to break into my house and bring my shit here

 

galinda: no it's kaz he won't get caught

 

elphaba: fair

elphaba: he brought me extra marshmallows

 

galinda: gay

 

elphaba: i know.

elphaba: also

elphaba: we did it again

elphaba: the kiss thing

 

galinda: good

galinda: does the dog have a name?

 

elphaba: he fucking called it sturmhond

 

galinda: HE DID NOT




[Jazz Hands]

 

jes: STURMHOND

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I’ll murder a snitch.

 

jes: STURMHOND

jes: ASKNECJBRNCHNCC KAZ YOU ROMANTIC ASSHOLE

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Fuck yourself.

 

jes: NOPE THATS WYLANS JOB

jes: KAZ YOU ROMANTIC ASSHOLE

 

Kazzle Dazzle: You said that already. I am not romantic.

 

jes: YOU FUCKING ARE

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Rich, from the person who named a goat after Wylan's favored brand of flute.

 

jes: i maintain that di zhao is a perfectly reasonable name for a goat

jes: and has nothing to do with the shu man who moved to belendt for flautistry

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Nerd.

 

jes: shut up




[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: jes you'll get me in trouble ffs

 

galinda: nah

galinda: he's a big sweetheart

galinda: like a teddy bear

galinda: or a stuffed dog

 

elphaba: fucking LIAR

 

galinda: shhhhhhhhhh




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

knife wife: someone tell jesper that an airport is not a good place to buy clothing for goats

 

bangbangbi: BUT BUT BUT

bangbangbi: IT SAYS "I'M THE G.O.A.T."

bangbangbi: HOW COULD I NOT BUY A DOZEN

 

knife wife: NOT ALL OF THEM SAY THAT

 

elementary dropout: No one tell Wylan what the others say.

 

neens: but it would be so fun

 

bangbangbi: fyi, i read them all to him and he adored them

bangbangbi: he has better taste than anyone else in this chat

 

knife wife: ??

 

bangbangbi: exhibit A: ur girlfriend hates me

 

dyke: for good reason

 

bangbangbi: HWERE IS THE QUEER SOLIDARITY

 

dyke: IN THE CANAL WITH THE HAIR YOU CHOPPED OFF BY ACCIDENT

 

knife wife: for the record i like your hair shorter

knife wife: it's not the worst change in the world

 

dyke: inej i love you but shh

 

knife wife: no

knife wife: how could you

knife wife: after all we've been through

 

bangbangbi: oh zoyas in ttroubleeeedeeeee

 

dyke: spell anything correctly, jesper fahey. i dare you.

 

bangbangbi: never have never will

 

dyke left the chat

 

knife wife added dyke to the chat

 

knife wife: no don't go

 

dyke: i would stay forever if you'd

dyke: say

 

knife wife: yes.

 

bangbangbi: inej marry her or i will

 

dyke: over my dead body

 

bangbangbi: I DRAW THE LINE AT NECROPHILIA

 

dyke: and yet that he manages to spell correctly

 

bangbangbi: boundaries, love

bangbangbi: they're important

 

dyke: accurate

 

bangbangbi: poor wylan he forgot his headphones

 

dyke: womp

 

elementary dropout: Whomp whomp.

 

dyke: BREKKER I SWEAR

 

elementary dropout: What?

 

bangbangbi: better pick a side, inej

bangbangbi: this could get ugly

bangbangbi: or hot

bangbangbi: idk yet

 

dyke: anything involving me is hot be so fr

 

bangbangbi: ACCURATE

 

dyke: there's your queer solidarity

 

bangbangbi: this entire gc is queer solidarity

bangbangbi: L is zoya G is wylan B is yours truly and kaz and nikolai T is the clownfish in the corner Q is inej and + is nina

bangbangbi: matty is our resident ally

 

dyke: you have a clownfish?

 

bangbangbi: we had a lot more

bangbangbi: but then a barracuda got in the tank and ate all the eggs except one

 

dyke: be done with the sarcasm.

 

bangbangbi: but it's my second best quality

 

dyke: second to???

dyke: forget. i. asked.

 

merchling: Second to my favorite quality

 

bangbangbi: QUEER SOLIDARITY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND BOTH AND NEITHER

 

knife wife: blocked, Wylan

 

dyke left the chat

 

elementary dropout added dyke to the chat

 

elementary dropout: I will not suffer alone.

 

bangbangbi: brekking news: kaz leaves his emo phase

 

knife wife: help 💀

 

bangbangbi: for you, inej? always

 

dyke: watch it



Chapter 50: L

Notes:

very short chapter but i hope you'll all forgive me

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


    When Nikolai walked into the hospital ward, he was expecting two things.

 

    One, that the Lantsovs would have it to themselves. Two, that based on his textual coherency, Vasily would be in relatively decent shape.

 

    Nikolai was devastatingly wrong.

 

    Firstly, Vasily had an entire room to himself, despite the fact that it had six beds. The face that looked back at Nikolai from the only occupied pillow was severely bruised, despite Vasily's description of his hand being what had been injured. The tissue about his nose had swollen, his jaw looked as though it had been dis- and relocated, and the circles beneath his eyes were darker than when the two brothers had dared each other to see how many nights in a row they could stay up through.

 

    "You look a fright," Nikolai said evenly. A severe understatement.

 

     Vasily smiled wryly. "Thank you." He sat up, wincing as he put weight on his bandaged hand. "How was your flight?"

 

    "It was fine." Nikolai took the bag from his own shoulder, hefting it onto the end of the bed and opening it. "I brought that book you asked for. The one about the geldings."

 

    Vasily lit up, reaching forward and dragging the tome toward himself. "Saints. I didn't think you would." He opened it and the smile fell. Nikolai leaned over to read the inked inscription.


     To Vasily,

I know that your heart races more for the thrill of the track than the quiet of the saddle, but in the way you study each horse, I can’t help but see the way you look at the world—sharp, knowing, and full of quiet passion. Perhaps it’s no surprise, then, that I find myself quietly betting on you, too.

You’ve never asked, but in case you ever wonder who’s on your side, even when the odds seem long—know that I am, always. You’re the one I’m rooting for, even if I never have the courage to place a bet you can see.

With more affection than chance can measure,


    Louis


     Vasily snapped the cover shut. "Get out," he said quietly, then more firmly. "Get out."

 

    Nikolai stayed still for a moment longer, then dug his phone out and opened it to his text chain with Kaz, turning the screen to face his brother.




knapsack: Why did you tell him?

 

secret keeper: idk actually

secret keeper: sort of because he is my brother

secret keeper: even if we don't really act like it sometimes

secret keeper: and honestly this isn't a conversation that should be had over text but i never grow the fucking balls to say it in person but i really fucking care about you

secret keeper: and i care about him

secret keeper: and he almost was killed and i was miles away and it feels okay when i'm around you but it feels horrid again when i'm not

secret keeper: and whatever this thing is that the darkling did to me keeps bugging me all the time but it shuts up around you

secret keeper: please don't leave me on read

 

knapsack: OK.

knapsack: I will not leave you on read.

 

secret keeper: thanks

 

knapsack: I will be upstairs shortly with hot chocolate.

 

secret keeper: extra marshmallows?

 

knapsack: I don't have any.

knapsack: That is a lie. Yes, I will bring extra marshmallows.

 


    Vasily studied the screen. "Why are you showing me this?"

 

    "Because you're not the only one with love life problems." Nikolai frowned. " He kissed me , and I wasn't sure about his feelings."

 

    Vasily pushed the phone away. "I'm not unsure about Louis."

 

    Nikolai waited.

 

    "He's made it clear from the beginning exactly what he wants. Not secrets, not a few handjobs when no one would notice my door was locked, he wants to deal with all of the shit that might blow up if it's discovered that both heirs are saintsforsaken fags."

 

    Nikolai looked away. "Just because the person–"

 

    "Shut up, sobachka." Vasily pushed the book away. "We're all despicable, in Alexander Lantsov's eyes. So who the fuck cares about someone being pushed to the front lines of a war?"

 

    "What does that mean?"

 

    "He put Louis on one of the teams rooting out Grisha loyal to Kirigan." Vasily glowered at the book. "I haven't heard from him since. Father wants me to marry properly. Produce an heir, be ready to take over the business, and not be an embarrassment to the Lantsov name when he and Mother are gone."

 

    Nikolai grabbed hold of Vasily's healthy hand, gripping it tightly. "Be you. Stop giving a rat's ass what he thinks. He's bigoted, has an irrational fear of anything outside the normalcy of what he grew up with, and he's frankly the worst role model anyone could possibly choose. Kaz and Louis shouldn't be punished for Alexander Lantsov's shortcomings. My friends are damn good at finding people. We'll find him, and you'll stop pushing him away. Alright?"

 

    Vasily stared at him, his face full of mild confusion that shifted to determination. "Alright."

 

     Nikolai released his hand, picking up the book and pulling a chair over. "My hands are yours for a book stand as long as you need them."

 

    "Thank you."

 

    "Yeah."

Notes:

BROTHERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

i love my trope of perpetuating character development for kazolai's brothers. in sparks fly it was jordie, here it's vasily, and i live for it

sorry sunrise that you don't always share my vision :(

BROTHERSSSSSSSSSSS

Chapter 51: LI

Notes:


……
………

kriz don’t murder me

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text


[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: can you do me a favor

 

knapsack: Most likely.

knapsack: How much will I be paid?

 

secret keeper: depends

secret keeper: so basically vasily has a really good friend that father sent off to root out the grisha still loyal to the darkling and this really good friend disappeared

secret keeper: his name is louis

secret keeper: if you could find him that would be magnificent

 

knapsack: Will I have anything else to work with?

 

secret keeper: tbf there are probably news scandals about them somewhere

secret keeper: i actually don't know his last name

 

knapsack: Lovely.

knapsack: When I manage this, you are taking me to the most high end restaurant in Ravka.

 

secret keeper: deal

secret keeper: as like a date or just payment for the job?

 

 


[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

elphaba: ASDJKKLSFJGLISHJLHBJDKSHFGKLJHALGHSLGHJHSGLS

 

galinda: HELLO

galinda: and sitting right beside ur brother how could you be so scandalous

 

elphaba: eh vasya's asleep who cares

 

galinda: fair

galinda: how'd it go?

 

elphaba: pretty well i think

elphaba: better than i was afraid

elphaba: he's really different from the last time i saw him

 

galinda: near death experiences can do that to a person

galinda: i'd know

 

elphaba: yes

elphaba: idk we'll see how things play out when he wakes up

elphaba: is it weird that i don't want to see my parents

 

galinda: nah

 

elphaba: great

 

galinda: i'll go visit them instead and tell alex tf off please

 

elphaba: no

elphaba: not worth the effort

elphaba: he won't listen anyway

 

galinda: ugh

 

 


[escape artists]

 

knapsack: As long as you don't take that damned motorcycle, a date would be fine.

 

secret keeper: cool

 

 


[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: REMIND ME IF I SHOUT ILL WAKE VASILY AND HE’LL BE IN A BAD MOOD IF I DO

 

galinda: IS IT A DATE

 

elphaba: IT IS A DATE

 

 


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Attachments: 2 Screenshots

Kaz: Did I do this correctly?

 

Inej: YES

 

 


[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: DID YOU

 

roses: DID YOU

 

guns: ASKLJISGHSJKNBJKDHFJKHKJHJ

 

roses: SENTIMENT ECHOED

roses: a date

 

guns: as if the last several months aren't dates of their own

guns: ists bleeding in nikolai's car is a date

 

roses: right

roses: as though seven minutes in heaven and a trip halfway to udova don't count

 

guns: literally

 

 


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: i'm happy for you

 

Kaz: Thank you. Someone should be.

 

Inej: ☠️

 

Kaz: :)

 

 


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

privateer: ok so do i stay here or

privateer: Attachment: 1 Image

 

knife wife: awwwww sleepy boy

 

bangbangbi: aksljgfk saving that for blackmail

bangbangbi: also inej only gets to say awwwww because he's less of an asshole now

 

dyke: i maintain that it must be pain meds

 

bangbangbi: fair

 

privateer: no i think it's legit

 

elementary dropout: If you insist.

 

privateer: none of you are helping

privateer: he's asleep do i stay or do i go

 

bangbangbi: come get food with us and bring some back for him if you want

 

elementary dropout: We are not getting food.

 

bangbangbi: PLEASE

bangbangbi: I HAVENT EATEN SINCE KETTERDAM

 

knife wife: four hours ago

 

bangbangbi: THATS AN ETERNITY

 

privateer: let's get food

 

 


[a lack of brotherly affection]

 

pain in the ass: hey whre'd u go

pain in the ass: where'd*

pain in the ass: you*

 

primary annoyance: went to get food for me and my friends and you

primary annoyance: only place open is mcdonalds

primary annoyance: is that okay or too lowly for a lantsov?

 

pain in the ass: you're eating it how bad can it be

pain in the ass: can't believe there's no waffle place open

 

primary annoyance: there's that shitty dive that we went to once and got food poisoning for a week

primary annoyance: but i'm not really interested in being the fourth lantsov installment at that hospital

 

pain in the ass: fair

pain in the ass: and so fucking real

pain in the ass: i'm sick of being here

pain in the ass: oh i figured out i can prop the book up and turn pages with my good hand

pain in the ass: you don't have to be a book stand any longer

 

primary annoyance: excellent news

 

pain in the ass: also if you wanted to bring this kaz person in when you come back i wouldn't be opposed to making his acquaintance

 

[Read]

 

 


[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: vasily wants to meet you

 

knapsack: And you are texting under the table.

 

secret keeper: yeah

secret keeper: i don't want the others to feel bad

secret keeper: i'll split the 8 of us up

secret keeper: i'm just letting you know i'm not requesting your company for any sordid schemes

 

knapsack: Ok.

knapsack: Sordid schemes sound entertaining.

knapsack: I would not mind a few of them.

 

secret keeper: noted

 

 


[a lack  of brotherly affection]

 

primary annoyance: we'll be there

 

pain in the ass: 👍

 





[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: have you seen kaz

 

galinda: no

galinda: thought he was with you idk

 

elphaba: he was.

 

 


[kaz enthusiasts]

 

man (derogatory): have you seen kaz

 

spider (complimentary): no

spider (complimentary): why?

 

 


[M&Ns]

 

Nikolai: have you seen kaz

 

Matthias: Not since supper.

 

 


[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: kaz i'm sorry

secret keeper: please come back

 

(Read)

 

 


[Nikolai Lantsov, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa]

 

Nikolai: FUCK

 

Inej: could you answer my question??

 

Nikolai: vasily said something stupid and kaz reacted

 

Jesper: yikes

Jesper: what did he say???

 

Nikolai: ok so

Nikolai: when we first got there it was going fine, i introduced them, and vasily started asking him shit about the island and kaz mentioned the barrel

Nikolai: and vasily turned his nose up

Nikolai: and said that that close to the grisha he wouldn't be surprised if their disloyalty had rubbed off. he told me to be careful

 

Jesper: oh

 

Nikolai: i thought it was a joke.

Nikolai: i made a joke back about kaz being in it for the money, not the access to powerful ravkans

Nikolai: and kaz left

 

 


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: where are you?

 

 


[Nikolai Lantsov, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa]

 

Jesper: fuck

 

Nikolai: yeah.

 

 


[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Alone.

Kaz: Intentionally.

 

Inej: ah

 

 


    "How are people supposed to move up in the world without a little extra help?"

 

    Kaz grimaced. Of course Jordie's voice would be back. He glared at the sky, searching for the star he'd declared to be his brother’s in the wake of that hospital stay.

 

    He couldn't find it. One in the midst of a trillion more.

 

    Kaz heard his phone ding again.

 


[knife enthusiasts]


Inej: if you want company i can be there

 

Kaz: No.

 


    The money. Was that actually all Nikolai thought of him? Kaz thought of the bathroom at the party, how he'd brushed Nikolai aside as soon as the seven minutes were up. The hotel room, the nightmare, the video. A premonition.

 

    "I have more self preservation than to get near those things." Hadn't it proven enough that Kaz had charged the Darkling in defense of the idiot? It wasn't about the money. It never really had been. The money was nice, certainly, but the damned emerald ring wasn't even truly about what he could get paid for retrieving it. It was simply that Nikolai had asked for his help. The photography of the show, all of it. Every stupid thing he'd done for Nikolai's benefit.

 

    And yet, the two men much richer than he was would stand there and insinuate that the farmer boy thief would never be more than that. A pickpocket, a liar.

 

    Kaz's eyes burned. Then a pickpocket and a liar, he would be.

 

    But first, Louis.

Notes:

MY HEART

Chapter 52: LII

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

    Sections of different social media posts from Vasily Lantsov's friends (and enemies) flashed through Kaz's mind as he drove down the highway in the dark, traveling twenty minutes from the hospital. Louis's last documented location was heading toward a halfway house designed to help Grisha struggling with escaping abusive situations.

 

    The more Kaz learned about the people Vasily hung around with, the less inclined he was to even attempt to like him.

 

    The posts hadn't featured Louis after the attack. They'd burned the entire structure to the ground, trapping several of the Grisha inside. Claimed they'd all pledged to help the Darkling and that the attack had been for the sake of Ravka. According to the messages from the account Kaz had hacked into, Louis had argued when he learned their destination and been "dealt with". The question was whether he'd managed to survive whatever they'd done to him.

 

    As the gasoline light flicked on, Kaz sighed, studying the sides of the highway ahead for a petrol station. A dingy one came into sight, with a decently low price. Kaz pulled in, then dug in the glove compartment to find out what sort of fuel it took.

 

     Idiot. Vasily didn't even keep the insurance information in the car.

 

    Finally, Kaz found the manual buried in the centre console. He set it up to fuel, pulling the shiny credit card he'd found in Vasily's things from his pocket. He locked the doors, then walked inside the station to decide which sodas he would buy on the Lantsovs' dime. He was just debating between a root beer and a Coke to bring back for Jesper when he felt the barrel of a gun at the back of his head.

 

    "I'm thinking you've got some serious cash on you, hot shot," a voice behind him said. In the reflection in the cooler's glass, Kaz could see a black leather jacket, dark denim jeans, and a lit cigarette.

 

    "You might, too, if you spent less on poison." Kaz whirled, slamming his cane into the man's knee and then upward into his jaw. The cigarette crunched, falling to the ground. The stranger followed it with a thud.

 

    Kaz grabbed his sodas, choosing one of each for Jesper and a Red Bull for himself. His hand lingered over the line of blue Fanta for a moment before he caught himself. Nikolai could buy his own damned soda.

 

    As he walked up to the counter, the employee avoided eye contact entirely. Jazz. "Jazz" scanned his drinks, eyes out the window and then landing on the screen again. "That'll be twenty four vlachki."

 

    Kaz swiped the credit card and collected his drinks, turning toward the door.

 

    "Hey," Jazz said, and when Kaz looked at him, he was looking at him properly. "That car looks an awful lot like one that came through here a couple of days ago."

 

    Kaz stepped back toward the counter. "Does it?"

 

    "Yeah." Jazz studied him for a moment. "What are you here for?"

 

    Kaz dug his phone out and pulled up a picture of Louis. "Louis. He's a friend of a friend and went missing a couple of days ago." Jazz paled slightly. "Know anything about it?"

 

    "Yeah." Jazz bit his lip. "My dad owns this place and a halfway house at the next exit. And all the land in between. A few guys came in here with that guy and were joking around about getting matches and filling canisters of fuel. They left without him. My father's been searching the property, but–"

 

    Kaz set the drinks down hard on the counter, cutting Jazz off. "What's your father's name?"

 

    "Piet Hoede."

 

    "He worked with Jan Van Eck before he went to prison, correct?"

 

    "Yes."

 

    Kaz tilted his head, watching Jazz. "You're lying to me. Louis is not missing."

 

    "I'm not–"

 

     "Don't try me." Kaz stepped closer to the counter. "Where the fuck is Louis?"

 

    Jazz's eyes flicked to the man on the floor, then back to Kaz. "Here." He dropped a key on the counter. The keychain had a large tag attached that clearly read restroom. "Around the side of the building. Two doors. One says out of order. Take him, it's not my business. Just don't say I had anything to do with it."

 

    Kaz picked up his drinks. "I think you'd better accompany me," he said, tossing his cane and catching it further down on its shaft. Jazz appeared sufficiently intimidated as he picked up the key and walked around the counter, leading the way out the door. Kaz stopped at the car to put the nozzle back on the pump and to put the drinks in the backseat, then followed Jazz around to the restroom doors.

 

    As the door clicked open and the light was flicked on, Kaz noticed first the bruised and bloodied state of Louis's face. Then, he noticed the way the man curled into the corner, not acknowledging their presence other than to get as far from them as possible.

 

    Kaz dug in his wallet, pulling thirty vlachki he'd taken from Vasily's and handing it to Jazz. "Carry him and put him in the passenger seat of my car. Keep any information about me to yourself. If you don't, I'll be back, and you won't have a tongue to talk with anymore. Understood?"

 

    Jazz nodded carefully, following Kaz's instructions to the letter. Louis didn't even try to fight him, simply let himself be lifted and moved across to the car as Kaz made his way to the driver's door. The doors shut, Kaz locked them, and the engine purred to life. As he made his way toward the entrance to the lot, Kaz felt Louis's eyes on him.

 

    "Who the hell are you?" the Ravkan asked, his voice hoarse.

 

    "Brekker."

 

    "What are you doing here?"

 

    "Saving your ass."

 

    "Why?"

 

    "Who the hell knows?"

 

    "Did Vasily send you?"

 

    Kaz's attention snapped to Louis. "Why would you assume that?"

 

    "Because I'm sitting in his fucking car, Brekker."

 

    "Right." Kaz returned his attention to getting back on the highway. "I'm Brekker. I'm being paid to bring you back to the Lantsovs, and then I'll be gone. Part of the deal was that I could use Vasily's car to remain less conspicuous."

 

    "Vasya's car is about as conspicuous as you can get," Louis muttered, running his hands over the interior.

 

    Kaz grimaced. Vasya. It was nearly as stupid a nickname as sobachka.

 

    And yet.

 

    Kaz stared out the windshield, tuning out Louis's mostly incoherent ramblings about Vasily. His eyes flicked down to the phone stand as his phone lit up, Nikolai's name flashing across the screen.

 

     "Nikolai!" Louis had grabbed the phone before Kaz could stop him, swiping on the message to reply. Kaz's hand left the wheel, scrambling for the phone. "Please, I want to talk to Vasily!" Louis slurred, holding the phone just out of Kaz's reach. The car swerved, and Kaz slammed his hands back onto the wheel.

 

     "No."

 

     "Yes. They smashed mine when they smashed my face." Louis tried to type away on the phone, and Kaz grabbed it back. "Please."

 

    "No. We'll be at the hospital in fifteen minutes."

 

    Louis grabbed at the phone again, and the car skidded. Kaz scrambled to regain control as the steering locked, crunching sounding all around as they crashed through vegetation and the headlights went dark. The phone left Kaz's hand as something slammed hard into his face, filling the cab with smoke as the car lurched backward again and came to a stop.

 

    Kaz's ears rang as he struggled to regain his breath. The airbag sagged in front of him, the dashboard a disaster. He couldn't even feel his bad leg, and his good leg throbbed badly.

 

     The doors had collapsed inward.

 

     Louis groaned, and Kaz turned toward him, squinting to assess his passenger's state in the dark. Nothing was visible, and Kaz couldn't even find his own cell phone in the dark.

 

    Something came noisily toward him on his side, and Kaz blinked as a light shone in his face.

 

    "I saw what happened," a voice shouted, and the light shifted to reveal a person of medium build with hair shoved back into a neat ponytail at the back of their head. "I pulled off up ahead and called first responders, they're on their way. Are you able to get out of the car?"

 

    Kaz blinked at them. "No. The doors are caught."

 

    "Alright. Sit tight, then."

 

    Kaz held himself back from rolling his eyes. What the fuck else was he supposed to do?

 

    "You're friends with Nikolai, then?" Louis grunted, shifting slightly and groaning when he did.

 

    Kaz looked at him. "Of a sort."

 

    "I was friends with Vasily." Louis held a hand to his own head, and Kaz suspected the talking was to keep himself awake. "And then I fucked up. Kissed him, at his sixteenth birthday. Jasper Hoede and Nikolai saw and I fucked off like a thief." He looked at Kaz again. "He came after me and convinced me we'd be alright, that his brother and Hoede idolized him and we'd be fine. And we kept sneaking around. Closets and his house and my house and the Hoedes' and Caryeva, once. That trip was two months ago. And I got him this huge book about…" Louis trailed off. "Geldings. From Novyi Zem. And I wrote an inscription, and everything, and gave it to him and said that I didn't give a fuck about what the news might make up about me. And he ghosted me."

 

    Kaz leaned forward, resting his arms on the depleted airbag. "Sounds like a shit deal. And sounds like the Lantsovs."

 

    Louis snorted, then broke into a coughing fit. "You talk like you have experience."

 

    Kaz spotted the corner of his phone's screen glinting with starlight on the front of the dashboard. "I do." He pulled himself forward with the steering wheel and nearly passed out at the pain that shot through his bad leg. He slumped back into the seat, his eyes burning and his breathing stopped entirely. "Fuck."

 

     Louis lunged forward, nearly hitting his head a second time as he stretched for the phone.

 

    "Let it be," Kaz hissed. "We're going to the same fucking hospital anyway."

 

    "What's your damage with the Lantsovs?" Louis asked, sinking back into his seat with a sharp inhale.

 

    Kaz stayed silent for long enough that Louis began humming. "Nikolai and I were supposed to go on a date. Then he called me a gold digger to Vasily."

 

    Louis grimaced. "Vasily called me that once. He was joking, of course, but it still stings."

 

    Kaz crossed his arms and glared forward, refusing to let his vision fade the way it wanted to so desperately. "Yes. It does."

 

    "You get over it, though." Louis hummed again for several seconds. "You have a conversation, establish lines that jokes don't cross. Have a kiss and then some damn good sex to make up for it." He turned an impish grin toward Kaz. "I've got no saintsforsaken clue why I'm telling you all this shit."

 

    "An ear after two days of being locked in a dingy toilet, maybe."

 

    "Maybe."

 

    Louis's humming turned to a distant ringing as Kaz's vision faded. He felt, more than heard, the door being pried open, his mostly limp body being lifted from the car as he clutched his cane to his chest with every ounce of strength he could muster. The only thing left to register was that the fireman who held him close as they neared the ambulance didn't have quite as firm a muscular structure as Nikolai did, before the world blinked out of existence.

Notes:

turning into dobby the way i'm bashing my own head against the wall. slamming my ears in the oven door. tf you mean i wrote this shit.

sunrise, my love, i'm sorry.

kriz...

come and get me hoe

Chapter 53: LIII

Chapter Text


    Kaz blinked his eyes open, though he was still exhausted. Everything around him smelled sterile and felt lifeless, and the sight wasn't much better. Blinding white, one little clock on the wall that informed him it was eleven bells, and the moon was shining in the window, which meant it had been nine hours since he'd stopped at Hoede's. Nine hours. And yet he still felt as though he could sleep for a month.

 

     He groaned and turned his head, registering the collection of items on the table beside his bed. His things, the stupid plastic bag with the drinks, his shattered phone, his cane, his gloves, his jacket. All just out of reach. A small styrofoam cup, full of a brown liquid. Hot chocolate, gauging from the marshmallows bobbing in the top. Jesper had been here, then. And left.

 

    A whistling from outside his room caught his attention and he slumped back against the pillows, shutting his eyes tightly and feigning unconsciousness. The whistling stopped, and Kaz heard Nikolai speak.

 

    "'Kaz Rietveld'. Like Kaz. How many people in the world are named Kaz, I wonder?"

 

    There was silence, and then the door opened so abruptly Kaz was surprised not to hear it slam against the wall. "Kaz."

 

    Kaz prayed for literally anyone else to have opened the door. At least Jesper hadn't told Nikolai he was back. Colm could be here instead. Kaz would almost prefer it. Except that his foster father would likely sit and berate him for crashing Vasily Lantsov's car.

 

     Fuck. I crashed Vasily Lantsov's car.

 

    The door shut, and Kaz heard the chair beside the bed creak. Then, cloth wrapping around his hand. Nikolai had grabbed him. "Fuck. Kaz. I'm so sorry."

 

    Kaz glared silently at the back of his own eyelids, then let out a breath, turning his glare to Nikolai. "Good." His voice grated on his throat worse than it usually did.

 

    Nikolai squeezed his hand, and Kaz resisted the urge to yank it back. "Was it what I said about the money?"

 

    "You're perceptive, for a blonde."

 

    "I try."

 

    Kaz rubbed his free hand over his face, forcing himself to sit up. The intensity of that motion alone nearly had him vomiting over his own legs, but he managed to reach over and snatch up his gloves, clutching them to his chest. He ignored the hot chocolate, pulling his hand from Nikolai's and yanking his own gloves on. The room was too small, blanket too coarse, the sympathy in Nikolai's eyes too much.

 

     This was not the Ketterdam hospital, but Jordie's absence was more apparent than it had been in years. The fucking ledger that had cost his brother his life and begun Inej's leap into studying knives so intensively, the same one that had led him to Jakob Hertzoon's bookshop–

 

    "Kaz?" Nikolai asked softly. Kaz ignored the fact that his hand still rested hopefully on the bedspread.

 

    "I found it." Him. Not it. Forget the ledger. "I found him."

 

    "I know." Nikolai shifted in his seat. "He insisted on seeing Vasily as soon as he woke from surgery. Thank you."

 

    Kaz forced himself to think about Louis, the severity of his state when he'd been found and his relative incoherency in the car. "How is he?"

 

    "He's alright. He was malnourished and had some fairly severe blunt force trauma, but he's alive and awake. They put him in Vasily's room. Apparently, a word from a Lantsov can get you fairly far."

 

    Kaz tightened his fingers in the blanket. "You texted me," he said, finally looking Nikolai in the eye. "I didn't read it, and now my phone's shattered. What did you say?"

 

    Nikolai hesitated. "I said I missed you. I'll buy you a new one."

 

    "I don't want you to buy me a new one," Kaz snapped.

 

    "Then I won't," Nikolai conceded, but Kaz didn't miss the way his hand slid from the mattress.

 

    Silence. Nikolai stood and began to pace. Kaz watched from the corner of his eye. If Nikolai preferred to leave, he would have the decency to say as much, even if in an aggressive tone.

 

    "I apologize for wrecking your brother's vehicle," Kaz finally said.

 

    "Don't. He acted bitchy about it, but I shut it down. He has three others."

 

    Kaz arched a brow. "No charges, then. Excellent. He also has a book full of horses." And an inscription to read. "Tell him to stop hanging around those friends of his. They locked Louis up in that run-down station Piet Hoede owns, so he couldn't stop them from burning that halfway house."

 

    "I've tried." Nikolai frowned. "Maybe he'll finally listen to me now that all this shit has happened."

 

    "He'd fucking better." Kaz sifted through the time he'd spent at Hoede's store, trying to recall any other details through the haze of exhaustion. "I saw something at the station. A man attacked me. He had a leather jacket with a red laurel pin."

 

    "We can look into it once you're healed–"

 

     "No." Kaz leaned toward him. "I'm not bringing it up because I want revenge. Van Eck. Random people don't walk around with Van Eck's emblem on."

 

    Nikolai studied him. "Alright. I'll speak with the authorities and have his correspondence at Hellgate monitored. We'll look into it personally when you're healed."

 

    Kaz considered, then finally nodded. Nikolai's answering smile was bright enough to light up a room on its own. "Good. You're welcome to borrow my phone until you get a new one, by the way."

 

    "Noted."

 

    "Can I get you anything?" Nikolai offered, and Kaz remembered the hot chocolate on the table.

 

    "A new leg," Kaz replied drily, reaching over to pick up the drink and sip it as Nikolai stepped closer once more and opened his phone.

 

    "We could consider a leg operation. Worst case scenario, we amputate it and you get a prosthetic. The cons there are phantom pains and skin irritation–"

 

     "No." Kaz yanked the phone from Nikolai's hand, swiping out of the search engine and finding messages instead, searching for Inej's number.

 

    "Alright. Anything else I can do for you?"

 

    Kaz felt his lips twitch, his brows arching upward. "'Kaz Enthusiasts'?" he read off the screen.

 

    "We're both enthusiastic about you," Nikolai said, a note of embarrassment to his tone. Kaz continued to scroll through, interested in the other chat names.

 


[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: have you seen kaz

 

galinda: no

galinda: thought he was with you idk

 

elphaba: he was.




[kaz enthusiasts]

 

man (derogatory): have you seen kaz

 

spider (complimentary): no

spider (complimentary): why?




[M&Ns]

 

Nikolai: have you seen kaz

 

Matthias: Not since supper.




[escape artists]

 

secret keeper: kaz i'm sorry

secret keeper: please come back

 

(Read)

 

secret keeper: hey i know you took some stuff from vasily's room and that you took his car. i think you're going after louis. don't do anything stupid, please. i miss you. come back.





 

    Kaz shoved the phone back at Nikolai, not texting Inej after all. He'd been worried. Kaz had the intense urge to kick the blonde out for being such a fucking fool, and an equally dire inclination to tell him to get up here and join him on the bed. Possibly do something utterly stupid that would leave Kaz regretting every decision he'd ever made.

 

i think you're going after louis. don't do anything stupid, please.

 

i miss you.

 

    "Tell Jesper I want him to come here," Kaz ordered, suddenly grateful that his voice was already gritty, rather than Nikolai noticing the hint of emotion to it. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Please."

 

    Nikolai grabbed his phone, typing out a message. "Can I stay with you until he gets here?"

 

    "Yes."

 

    "Alright."

 

    Kaz found his eyes wandering, anywhere but Nikolai's face, as he sipped his not-so-hot chocolate. A marshmallow hit his lip and he pulled it into his mouth, chewing it. Hospital marshmallows were shit.

 

     Or maybe it had been sitting on that table for six hours.

 

    Kaz set it aside, then looked at Nikolai again. "Tell him to knock."

 

    "Why?" Nikolai asked suggestively, though his thumbs were already rapidly tapping on the screen. "Do you have nefarious plans for while we're alone together?"

 

    Kaz waited for him to be done typing, then grabbed him by the collar with one hand as his other pressed against Nikolai's lips. He kissed his own hand, which despite what Inej had said was still slightly weird, but Nikolai seemed incredibly into it as his hands cupped Kaz's elbows and his knee shifted up to the edge of the bed.

 

    Kaz let go. "Incredibly nefarious. I stole twenty kruge from your wallet."

 

    Nikolai gasped. "No. How could you?"

 

    "You said it yourself," Kaz replied drily. "I'm in it for the money."

 

    "I wouldn't have it any other way." Nikolai tilted his head slightly. "I lo- like you for all of your thieving ways. And all of your other ways."

 

    "Good." Kaz frowned. "Now, get off of my bed. I prefer my space."

 

    Nikolai glanced down at himself and nearly immediately settled back into his chair. He sat still for a long moment, then stretched out his hand, a hopefulness to the gesture that Kaz couldn't answer with his own.

 

    Nikolai dropped his hand.

 

    When the knock finally sounded on the door, Nikolai stood, catching hold of Kaz's hand for a moment to brush his lips across the back of it before letting go and meeting Jesper at the door. The pair had an exchange quiet enough that Kaz couldn't hear before the door shut behind Nikolai.

 

    Kaz shifted aside, gasping as agony shot through his bad leg. He yanked the blanket off and hiked the stupid gown upward, staring in horror at the reopened scarring all over his leg. Alongside new scars and swelling. And a saintsforsaken splint.

 

     "They got you into surgery pretty quickly," Jesper said cheerfully, settling himself on the bed beside Kaz. "Your leg was in atrocious shape after that wreck. Lots of fractures, a hell of a lot of bruising, and no cast because the swelling's so bad."

 

    Kaz pulled the blanket back into place. "I didn't ask."

 

    "But you wanted to know anyway." Jesper beamed. "Hey, you drank the hot chocolate I brought!"

 

    "I did."

 

    Jesper slung an arm around behind the pillows and behind Kaz, settling into the confined space with an ease comparative to his height that Kaz envied. "So. What's the prognosis on the romantic front?"

 

    Kaz glared at him.

 

    "Hey." Jesper held up his hands in mock surrender. "You asked for my company. Through him. What else am I supposed to ask?"

 

    "I should be furious at him." Kaz returned his glare to the door.

 

    "Why?"

 

    "He called me a gold digger. And he worries too much. And he presumes things. He offered to buy me a phone."

 

    "He texted me when you first disappeared." Jesper tightened his arm, just slightly, and Kaz suspected it was so that he could shift away if he wanted. "He asked about you, of just about everyone, and he's worried that you'll dump him."

 

    "I saw the messages." Kaz shifted closer.

 

    "He really likes you. I think you should let him buy you nice things. Your love language is expensive shit, right?"

 

    "He also likes dogs."

 

    "Another point to the Lantsov brat!" Jesper crowed, then turned more serious. "It wouldn't kill you to be a bit less defensive."

 

    "That's the definition of not being killed."

 

    "Not when it comes to love," Jesper said wistfully.

 

    "I'm not–" Kaz interrupted himself. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said, glaring daggers at Jesper.

 

    "I do." Jesper rested his hand on Kaz's shoulder, curving his arm around him. "I might be shit at figuring out my feelings, but I can see you both like each other a hell of a lot. Go on that date. It'll be good for you."

 

    "He told you?" Kaz asked, incredulous.

 

    "Yes." Jesper grinned. "And you told Inej."

 

    "Traitors." Kaz glowered at the door, but didn't move away as he felt his eyelids droop.

 

    Jesper laughed. "Please give him a chance. You deserve someone who'll treat you like he will."

 

    "I deserve to rot in Ketterdam's harbors," Kaz muttered, then realized he'd likely not said it as quietly as he'd intended. "But it's not what I want."

 

    Jesper leaned against him slightly. "I disagree. You saved Inej, helped Wylan, hell. You did shit for Vasily even though you hate him. You saved me. " Jesper shook his head. "I didn't deserve that."

 

    Kaz sank against him. "Jordie saved Inej. I just fell out of a stupid treehouse."

 

    "Yeah. And now you have your sexy cane. All the guys are obsessed with you."

 

    Kaz froze, then found himself laughing. Laughing. The bruises around his mouth and nose hurt, and he elbowed Jesper hard. "That hurts."

 

    "No wonder you never laugh."

 

    Kaz glared at him.

 

    "What?" Jesper asked innocently.

 

    "It doesn't always hurt."

 

    "Good."

 

    "Stop twisting my words." Kaz sank against him further as his eyes drooped more. Safe, he repeated to himself.

 

    "Never." Jesper wrapped his arms tightly around Kaz, and suddenly he was nine years old again, in a Ketterdam hospital, and it was him, and his brother. Hurting, grieving, and safe.

 

    "Go to sleeeeeeep," Jesper sang.

 

    "I don't sleep," Kaz mumbled.

 

    "Rest your eyes, then."

 

     "How much will I be paid?"

 

    "A good night's sleep?"

 

    Kaz shook his head. "I want at least two hundred kruge."

 

    "I'll borrow some from Nikolai."

 

    "Don't get yourself in more debt, Jes."

 

    "I won't."

 

    "Good."





 

    When Kaz woke up next, the clock on the wall declared that it was six bells. The lack of blinding sunlight told him it wasn't the afternoon. He'd slept… seven hours. A ridiculous amount, combined with however much he'd gotten post-op yesterday.

 

    He looked to his side, surprised to see all of them. Inej was curled up in one chair, Nina, Matthias, Jesper, and Wylan had put together a nest of sorts out of linens they'd scrounged up, and Zoya stood imperiously at the window, staring out at Os Alta. Nikolai wasn't there.

 

    "He's with his brother," Zoya said quietly, then turned to face him.

 

    "I thought visiting hours would have been over sometime yesterday," Kaz said.

 

    "Amazing, the strings a Lantsov can pull. Alexander Lantsov may be a good for nothing creep, but at least he managed to keep this room to just you. Jesper said it might be particularly bad for you if you had to share with someone."

 

    Kaz made a mental note to throttle Jesper for sharing that later.

 

    Zoya stared him down, then stalked closer. The quiet of her step was reminiscent of a cat, her gaze as dangerous as a thunderstorm. "I've watched you, Kaz Brekker."

 

    "Are you recommending that I charge for the privilege?" Kaz asked drily.

 

    "No." Zoya stood still. So motionless she might have been a statue. "You're a thief, a con artist, and a manipulator. You change plans that involve other people on your own whims. You're selfish and spiteful."

 

     I know all of this. "Your point, Nazyalensky?"

 

    Zoya was silent. "You refuse to get close enough to Matthias Helvar for him to inform you of the circumstances of his living with Nikolai, and Nikolai would never betray his confidence. I owe nothing to former Druskelle.

 

    "When he was four years old, Matthias's family's house caught fire. The entire building burned down. His mother barely escaped with him. She died of her injuries days later, entrusting him to her brother, the Druskelle leader. Matthias was raised with certain ideas, such as the touch of a Grisha tainting you permanently, that homosexual unions were unholy and violated the marital sanctity of a Djel-blessed ceremony. He became friends with Nikolai, somehow, in secret. Nikolai worked on peeling back the social barriers keeping everyone else from knowing what was happening within the Court, and Matthias learned more about how people lived and existed beyond the walls.

 

    "Then, a Grisha was brought into the Court to make an example of. To show the newest recruits what they were working toward. An eradication. They beheaded him." Zoya wasn't looking at Kaz anymore, but further, toward his crows' nest. "Matthias ran to Nikolai's, and I helped to hide him. Nikolai risked his reputation and his life to help him escape." Her gaze landed on Kaz again, quiet. "Inej has told me of what you did for her when she escaped Heleen Van Houden. Nikolai is brilliant. He is overwhelmingly affectionate, and he has more integrity in his little finger than many people in this city have put together. Matthias is strong in his faith and stronger in his humanity. Jesper is lawless, except for his loyalty to you. Wylan is steadfast in his determination to do what's right. Nina is… complicated. But her heart is good.

 

    "You gather people around you who are as ominous as possible. But they're all… good. You take care of one another, and you've quite literally dropped everything for one another. Hell, you went to jail rather than have Nikolai tarnish his reputation." Zoya studied him for a long moment. Kaz wasn't sure whether she expected a reply or not.

 

    "What's your point?" he asked bluntly.

 

    "He's good, is all." Zoya pushed her hands into the pockets of her kefta, clearly out of her depth but in need of saying these things. "Don't ruin him. I nearly did. He deserves better than either of us, but if he wants you, I won't be the one to deny him."

 

    Kaz felt his lip twitch. "And Inej?"

 

    He watched her lips curl in the moonlight. "Inej's soul is worth a thousand more of his. I would sooner toss myself from the highest roof than hurt her."

 

    Kaz was silent for a long moment. "If you do, I expect a personal invitation to do the tossing."

 

    "Should it be in courier new, or arial?"

 

    "Only a Grisha would have to ask." Kaz shifted his leg, suppressing a wince as his muscles agonized. "Take a business class."

 

    "I'll leave it to those who are less capable of miraculous wonders." Zoya grinned sharply. "I'll consider telling Nikolai you're awake," she continued, going to the door.

 

    "Tell him I expect hot chocolate with decent marshmallows."

 

    Zoya flipped him off. "If you ask nicely, I might instruct him to get you plain black coffee."

 

    "Please, sweet Squaller, would you beseech His Highness, Nikolai Lantsov, on my behalf, to acquire for my desolate self some sweet beverage?" Kaz pleaded drily as the door shut behind her.

 

    Ten minutes later, Inej and Matthias were both awake when Nikolai appeared, hot chocolate in hand and a tentative smile across his face.

 

yolo.

Chapter 54: LIV

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text


[Nikolai Lantsov, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar]

 

Nikolai: okay i need help because kaz gets discharged tomorrow and i want to do something nice

 

Jesper: the date.

 

Nina: get him a fancy hotel room and video his reaction

 

Wylan: With roses.

 

Matthias: He likes hot chocolate. That is all I know.

 

Inej: if you're going to get roses do not get red ones

 

Wylan: Those are so romantic though ☹️

 

Inej: askghdlkngjkahgh Wylan have you met Kaz

 

Jesper: black roses everywhere and also hot chocolate on the bed (packet not the liquid)

Jesper: do they have any hotels around here that have those bathtubs with the accessible doors?

 

Wylan: Yes

Wylan: When my mother was ill we stayed here for a while to see a doctor and used one of those

 

Jesper: great get him one

Jesper: and a suite

Jesper: so we can all pile in and make a mess of it

 

Nina: PLEASE




[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: that went so much better and so much worse than i expected

elphaba: who fucking told madraya about the show?

 

galinda: shit

galinda: she asked about it and i told her how it went

galinda: why?

 

elphaba: she thinks it's maddening that i was only in one and a half performances.

elphaba: and that she didn't get to see me onstage

 

galinda: oh real i'd kms

 

elphaba: ok yk what i spent time backstage with kaz so

 

galinda: fair

galinda: but you spend time with kaz a lot that's not worth missing half a show for

galinda: imo

galinda: sorry im not trying to argue with you

 

elphaba: no you're good

elphaba: seriously though she won't take no for an answer

elphaba: she told me she's rented out the theater so we can redo the show

elphaba: and she knows somehow that tamar and tolya are gonna be out of town

elphaba: she's fucking hired somebody to come in and play Kir-Khodo, jes

elphaba: she said something about an actress named ehri?

 

galinda: EHRI KIR TABAN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

 

elphaba: sounds right

 

galinda: HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE JUST DROP MONEY ON SHIT LIKE THAT

 

elphaba: ????

 

galinda: ehri kir taban. sister of makhi, the queen of shu han. don't be daft

 

elphaba: wait seriously that's who that is?

 

galinda: yeah no shit

galinda: under cultured pampered brat

galinda: she's like seriously damn good talent

galinda: how the fuck did your mother afford her

 

elphaba: lantsov money idk

 

galinda: give me some ffs




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: Do whatever research you can into the disappearance of Jasper Hoede.

 

Inej: okay




[Jazhands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Jesper.

 

jes: at your service

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Ehri Kir-Taban. I suspect Tatiana Lantsov is attempting to play matchmaker.

 

jes: OH SAINTS YOU HEARD ABOUT THAT TOO

jes: KAZ I COULD MEET EHRI KIR TABAN

jes: wait aren't you on the date with nikolai

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I am being discreet with my texting.

Kazzle Dazzle: He just asked if I would be jealous if his mother did try to set him up with Ehri.

 

jes: askhghfdjksnvja;glgdjsa say yes

 

Kazzle Dazzle: No.

Kazzle Dazzle: Goodbye.




[favorites of the grump]

 

guns: inej

guns: inej

guns: inej

guns: inej

 

roses: WHAT

 

guns: hi

guns: im outside your window let me in

 

roses: you horrify me

 

guns: YOU DO IT ALL THE TIME TO ME AT HOME

 

roses: I NEVER SAID I DIDNT

roses: i'm the wraith i'm supposed to be horrifying

 

guns: right




[Jazhands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Help

 

jes: ?

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I don't know what happened

 

jes: me neither

 

Kazzle Dazzle: We were kissing. He bit me

 

jes: HELLO???????????? KINKY MF??????

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I stopped kissing him. He said it was his fault. He lost control over the shadow thing

 

jes: ohhhhhh

jes: wait fuck

jes: that sucks

 

Kazzle Dazzle: The date feels ruined.

 

jes: i'm so sorry

jes: is he still acting weird and out of control? or dazed?

 

Kazzle Dazzle: No

 

jes: hmmmmm




[theatre kids]

 

galinda: are you kinky, a liar, or both

galinda: because you fucked shit up




[Jazhands]

 

jes: wait ask to go to the bathroom

 

Kazzle Dazzle: This isn't kindergarten. I'll go when I please

 

jes: go now

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Why. I do not need to relieve my bladder

 

jes: omfg

jes: so that nikolai texts me

 

Kazzle Dazzle: I hate you.

 

jes: i know




[theatre kids]

 

Incoming call: galinda




[Jazhands]

 

Kazzle Dazzle: Fuck you why did you call him

 

jes: to give you a play-by-play of our convo

jes: N: no shit i fucked shit up

jes: J: was it actually the shadow thing?

jes: N: …i don't know. i don't fucking bite people, jes

jes: J: like as a defesne mechanism or when you're having sex

jes: N: either both also we weren't having sex

jes: J: was it a bite bite or a nip

jes: N: a nip how much info did he give you?

jes: J: just that you bit him and said it was teh shadow's fault and that the date feels ruined

 

jes: oh shit

jes: hold on

 

Kazzle Dazzle: What the fuck.




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: I'm breaking up with him.

 

Inej: why?

 

Kaz: One fucking date and it's already been ruined. It's not meant to be. I knew I should remain single forever.

 

Inej: or maybe he's just bad at romance

Inej: doesn't he have like six exes?

Inej: i'm kidding

 

Kaz: Three.

Kaz: So it's his fault. I should kill him.




[down in flames ]

 

fox #2: i fucked up

fox #2: remind me why you broke up with me

 

fox #1: You're too much all the time. I needed someone calmer

fox #1: what'd you do?

 

fox #2: bit him

 

fox #1: How? Where? Why?

 

fox #2: with my teeth. in the backseat of my car. because i fucking can’t think with anything but my dick, apparently.

fox #2: his thumb

fox #2: he did that thing where he covers my mouth and kisses me

 

fox #1: So you were just trying to make the kiss more intense. But he’s Kaz, so it went poorly. Did you apologize?

 

fox #2: yeah

fox #2: sort of

 

fox #1: I really don’t see where the problem is 

 

fox #2: idk it’s weird

fox #2: the vibes are off

fox #2: it started with stress in the car which is understandable considering the reason he was in the hospital in the first place but fucking saints zoya idk what to do here

 

fox #1: Talk about boundaries I guess and figure out if he still wants to pursue this

 

fox #2: well yeah but i don’t know how to go about that because touch is weird with him

fox #2: sorry i’m not trying to bother you

 

fox #1: You’re not bothering me

fox #1: Have a fucking conversation 

 

fox #2: okay

fox #2: thanks

 

fox #1: You're welcome




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: Jes says he'd be mad if you killed Nikolai

 

Kaz: Why the fuck would I care?

 

Inej: idk

Inej: also the disappearance of Nikolai Lantsov would cause a stir

Inej: so be careful

 

Kaz: That guy who stood in for him is dead. I can cover it

 

Inej: as long as you have a plan i suppose

Inej: but keep in mind Matthias might go for revenge

 

Kaz: No he won't.

Kaz: Inej.

Kaz: I don't want to break up with him.

 

Inej: then don't break up with him. talk to him

Inej: if something happens and you need a ride, i’ll be on my way in five minutes

Inej: which yes would mean stealing someone’s car but idc

 

Kaz: You do not have to do that.

 

Inej: good

Inej: but consider me on standby

 

Kaz: Alright. Thank you.

 

Inej: np ❤️




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: He dropped me off at the hotel. He is still in the parking space.

Kaz: He got entirely down on the floor to apologize. He called it "groveling".

 

Inej: STOP THAT'S SO LOVELY

 

Kaz: Also, the waiter congratulated us on something and gave us free dessert.

 

Kaz: Wait.

 

Inej: omg he thought nikolai proposed??

 

Kaz: I am going to murder everyone in that restaurant.

 

Inej: nah it's sweet

 

Kaz: I don't want him to leave.

 

Inej: ask him to stay then

 

Kaz: How. It will imply sex.

 

Inej: no it won’t

Inej: well

Inej: maybe. clarify then

 

Kaz: How?

 

Inej: “do you want to come inside for a while? i do not want sex”

 

Kaz: That’s unemotional. 

Kaz: I am normally unemotional. 

Kaz: However, this feels like a different situation.

 

Inej: you’re the king of unemotional

Inej: ^-Jesper

Inej: fair

 

Kaz: You have been helpful. I appreciate you, Inej. 

 

Inej: i appreciate you, too

 

Kaz: What if I want him to spend the night. But not in my bed.

Kaz: Why wouldn’t I mind giving him my bed. 

 

Inej: you could ask if he wants a repeat of the last time you crossed the fold, minus nightmares

 

Kaz: That was an interesting evening. 




[escape artists]

 

knapsack: I can get room service wine, if you would like to come in.

 

secret keeper: i have to drive :(

 

knapsack: Don't drive, then.

 

secret keeper: i don't have any overnight things with me

 

knapsack: I thought you said you were innovative.

 

secret keeper: i am



secret keeper: i'll be right there




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Kaz: I'm jumping off of the balcony. And it'll be his fucking fault for getting me the nicest fucking room in this place.

Kaz: Attachment: 1 Image

 

Inej: i talked him down from one with a rooftop balcony

Inej: so

Inej: not the nicest

 

Kaz: I appreciate that.




[Nikolai Lantsov, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar]

 

Inej: Attachment: 1 Image

Inej: Attachment: 1 Screenshot

Inej: great work everyone

 

Jesper: DAMN NIKOLAI WHY'S YOUR ASS SO FINE WHEN YOU'RE PICKING UP ROSE PETALS OFF THE FLOOR

 

Wylan: Excuse me?

Wylan: No I agree Nikolai that isn't fair

 

Inej: "I want to do unspeakably horrible things to him."

Inej: "Not murder for once."

Inej: "Or torture."

 

Jesper: damn kaz has game




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: go do unspeakable things then

Inej: like drink some hot chocolate

Inej: i bet he'd be great at that game where you fit as many marshmallows as you can into your mouth

 

Kaz: I will not be caught dead playing that game.

 

Inej: food for thought




[Nikolai Lantsov, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa, Wylan Van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar]

 

Nikolai: cause i exist to be objectified <3

Nikolai: making hot chocolate and stealing marshmallows goes so hard

 

Jesper: give me some :(

 

Nikolai: NO these are his

Nikolai: ok bye it's ready




[kaz enthusiasts]

 

man (derogatory): i am Drunk

man (derogatory): an dhe is sexy

man (derogatory): and he kished me

man (derogatory): with no hans between

 

spider (complimentary): HE WHAT

Notes:

KAZOLAI MY LOVES

also the crows scheming goes so hard :)

Chapter 55: LV

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

bangbangbi: @coolest privateer how many times has kaz threatened to sue the hotel for noise disturbances so far?

 

coolest privateer: shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the screen's too brihgt

 

elementary dropout: You have dark mode on

 

coolest privateer: exactly

 

knife wife: how much did you drink?

 

dyke: knowing Nikolai? a lot.

 

bangbangbi: asknkclnjdngjnvkjcnkvngfjkd




[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: he Kissed Me

 

galinda: you said as much

 

elphaba: on the mouth

elphaba: with his mouth

elphaba: not my hand

 

galinda: holy shit

galinda: how drunk was he????????????

 

elphaba: drunk.

elphaba: he mixed hot chocolate and wine

elphaba: v good combo

elphaba: v good for getting v drunk

 

galinda: damn

galinda: hope you know i'm def trying that now

 

elphaba: moderate !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

elphaba: bye i'm going to bury myself in darkness and cry about my headache

 

galinda: real

galinda: i can bring gatorade if you want

 

elphaba: i can get room service but ty

 

galinda: just saying




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: HELLO

 

Kaz: I do not need capital letters. They have too much energy.

 

Inej: I JUST READ JESPER'S DMS OVER HIS SHOULDER

Inej: sorry i'll leave the caps alone

Inej: a kiss??????????????

 

Kaz: I do not know what I was thinking.

 

Inej: okay buddy

Inej: have you talked about it?

 

Kaz: I didn't know he remembered.

Kaz: He was drunk.

 

Inej: asknjcknfnjkhgkahnv

 

Kaz: …

 

Inej: okay fine

Inej: are you going to do anything about it?

 

Kaz: We have a list.

 

Inej: of?

 

Kaz: Things this relationship will entail.

 

Inej: oh saints only you

Inej: fair tbh

Inej: what does it look like?

 

Kaz: Dates. Other things. He suggested decking of exes. If I see Amanda again, I may be tempted. Zoya's face is also rather punchable.

Kaz: He told me he is illegitimate.

 

Inej: what

 

Kaz: He does not have any Ravkan bones, let alone strong ones.

Kaz: His father is Fjerdan.

 

Inej: oh

 

Kaz: I'm going to blackmail his mother into leaving Ehri Kir-Taban out of the production.

Kaz: Do you know any other women who are Shu and could accurately portray Mayu?

 

Inej: uhh

Inej: not who are good at acting

 

Kaz: Damn.

 

Inej: wait

Inej: what about Alina Starkov?

 

[Read]




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

coolest privateer: jesper zoya can you talk to alina for me and see if she'd be interested in being onstage

 

bangbangbi: at your service

 

dyke: how much will i be paid for this?

 

coolest privateer: five kruge plus gas

 

dyke: sold

 

bangbangbi: but ehri :(

 

elementary dropout: But, not having Nikolai set up romantically with some woman none of us have met.

 

bangbangbi: the sacrifices we make

bangbangbi: ehri's so pretty tho

 

merchling: Should I be concerned

 

bangbangbi: no i'm never gonna meet her

bangbangbi: consider it done boss

 

merchling: Good

 

coolest privateer: tbf we don't know for a fact that mother was going to set us up

 

elementary dropout: I will not be playing games.

 

dyke: get it barrel ho

 

elementary dropout: Nikolai, reference the list.

 

coolest privateer: NOT THAT EX

 

elementary dropout: Damn it.

 

dyke: ???????

 

knife wife: you don't want to know

 

dyke: okay




[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: he's leaving

 

galinda: ?????????

 

elphaba: he stole my keys :(

 

galinda: giving kaz

 

elphaba: literally

elphaba: no he said he's got errands to run

elphaba: it's not personal

elphaba: but also my hangover cure did its thing

elphaba: so

elphaba: wait holy shit i just got a text from vasily

 

galinda: the fuck does he want




[a lack of brotherly affection]

 

pain in the ass: how is your boyfriend?

 

primary annoyance: well we haven't actually put a label on it

primary annoyance: but he's alright

primary annoyance: sore and grateful that the hotel he's staying at has elevators, but alright

 

pain in the ass: good.

pain in the ass: i heard about the taban thing

pain in the ass: for the record, i think taban girls are way too pretty for you

 

primary annoyance: thanks i'll have ehri sent your way instead

 

pain in the ass: WOULD YOU

 

primary annoyance: SHES NOT EVEN YOUR TYPE DUMBASS

 

pain in the ass: SHE IS A HOUSEHOLD ICON FOR ACTING, NIKOLAI

pain in the ass: I DON'T CARE THAT SHE'S NOT MY TYPE

pain in the ass: I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HER LIKE THAT ANYWAY

 

primary annoyance: 💀




[theatre kids]

 

elphaba: he's asking after kaz

 

galinda: why tf

 

elphaba: "how is your boyfriend?"

 

galinda: CALLING KAZ A BOYFRIEND WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD THIS YEAR

 

elphaba: thanks

 

galinda: wait you fucking told vasily first.

 

elphaba: we're not properly labeled, jesper

elphaba: he made assumptions

 

galinda: ah

galinda: i was going to say

galinda: you better not tell vasily first

galinda: i've been trained well

galinda: they'll never find your body

 

elphaba: oh trust you'd be the first to know

elphaba: unless inej read kaz's mind

elphaba: which i'm not convinced she can't do

elphaba: think she'd give lessons if i asked?

 

galinda: never in a million years

 

elphaba: damn

elphaba: insane that he knows who ehri is

 

galinda: anyone who's anyone knows who she is

 

elphaba: it's rude of you to be exclusionary

elphaba: he doesn't even like theatre

 

galinda: question nikolai if i were to bet on horses how would i do it without being stupid

 

elphaba: you'd have to find a somewhat reliable bookie, not a lot of them exist, and you have to do research into what breeds tend to race well

elphaba: i could send you links if you need them probably

elphaba: i subscribe to the philosophy that if someone is going to make dumb choices they should be educated in those dumb choices

 

galinda: i don't want to bet on horses

galinda: but if you're allowed to know so much about them, shouldn't he be allowed to know about theatre?

 

elphaba: stop being philosophical my brain's too hungover for this lmao

elphaba: he doesn't care that much jes

elphaba: never has

 

galinda: idk i just find it interesting that he asked you to come to os alta and find lorie

 

elphaba: louis

 

galinda: my poiiiiiint




[kaz enthusiasts]

 

spider (complimentary): question

spider (complimentary): if i were to go looking for evidence of certain scandalous trysts, where might i find it? if it were to exist, that is. hypothetically.

 

man (derogatory): the love letters i referenced for the plot of stormbound hearts between the captains would be found in the old Lantsov manor in Os Alta.

man (derogatory): there's a secret entrance (formerly a servants' corridor) that takes you from one of the gardens up to a workshop off of the attic. there are six large bushes lining the gardens at the back. the second one towards the west has a door behind it. that's the entrance. it shouldn't be locked

man (derogatory): but if it is the key should be in a container i attached to a rock six paces away from the door

 

spider (complimentary): it's almost too easy

spider (complimentary): how did you not have a lot of break-ins

 

man (derogatory): luck

man (derogatory): and the sight of Alexander Lantsov's hideous face kept them at bay

 

spider (complimentary): saints

 

man (derogatory): you've met him you know exactly what i mean




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

elementary dropout: Blackmail successful.

 

dyke: bitch i haven't gotten an answer from alina yet

 

bangbangbi: plot twist yes you did

 

dyke: SHE FUCKING ANSWERED YOU FIRST

dyke: I'M GOING TO ELECTROCUTE YOU

 

bangbangbi: i'm already electro cute

 

dyke: .

dyke: wylan get your man out of here

 

bangbangbi: no wait

 

knife wife: babe you're so pretty when you're murderous

 

dyke: why do you think i have a knife kink? ;)

 

bangbangbi: AYE KEEP IT IN THE DMS

 

dyke: you hate gay people

dyke: it's a FACT

 

bangbangbi: i HAVE a BOYFRIEND

 

dyke: i don't see him around

 

bangbangbi: HES BUSY

 

dyke: ok then

 

bangbangbi: ZOYA N…………. SOMETHING

bangbangbi: horrified to admit i've forgotten your name

 

dyke: zoya nightmare fuel

dyke: zoya nefarious

dyke: zoya nikolai

 

coolest privateer: i'm offended that you lumped me in with nightmare fuel, nefariousness, and yourself

 

dyke: correct yourself.

 

coolest privateer: kaz where's the list

 

elementary dropout: Is it time for decking?

 

coolest privateer: if you want

 

dyke: try it, barrel rat

 

elementary dropout: Bet.

 

knife wife: 🍿

 

bangbangbi: can i have some

 

knife wife: 🍿🍿

 

bangbangbi: i love you.

 

elementary dropout: Alina Starkov is the new Mayu Kir-Khodo. Who will you have play her brother?

 

coolest privateer: YOU REMEMBERED?

 

elementary dropout: You would not shut up about Sturmhond for two hours last night. Yes, I remember.

 

coolest privateer: that's not as cute

 

elementary dropout: I do not do "cute".

 

dyke: idea

dyke: get kuwei to do it

 

bangbangbi: kuwei yul bo has not been in one of our shows since he nearly burned down the fucking theater zoya

 

dyke: so?

dyke: ask him to come back

 

coolest privateer: the fire was ruled an accident

 

bangbangbi: well yeah




[cast & crew]

{Nikolai Lantsov, Jesper Fahey, Petyr Privyet, Tamar Kir-Bataar, Tolya Yul-Bataar, Benny Kyev, Dominik Vertov, Adrik Zhabin, Leoni Hilli}

 

Nikolai: so since the bataars are going to be out of town we've had strong suggestions to invite alina starkov to portray mayu

Nikolai: thoughts on inviting kuwei back to be reyem?

 

Dominik: Bad idea but if the theater's paid for we need someone to play him

 

Tolya: You would need a new costume. He is a lot smaller than I am

 

Nikolai: somehow i think that might be easily handled

 

Benny: sure imo




[Nikolai, Kuwei]

 

Nikolai: random question

Nikolai: would you be interested in being onstage with us again?

 

Kuwei: Jesper's still there, isn't he?

 

Nikolai: yes

Nikolai: he's playing neyali

 

Kuwei: Why do you need me?

 

Nikolai: basically tatiana lantsov wants more shows and so she rented out the theater but it's the weekend the bataars will be out of town

Nikolai: we've cast a new mayu but we need a reyem

Nikolai: i'd pay for your travels to return

 

Kuwei: Alright.

Kuwei: I'll come back.

 

Nikolai: thanks

Notes:

for the record, the group chat is not the entire cast and crew. i just didn't want to invent an entire cast and crew :( i've gotten away with it since the beginning of the fic you can't come after me now

Chapter 56: LVI

Chapter Text

    Kaz fought the fog that blanketed his brain, trying to figure out where he was and how he'd gotten here.

 

    His crows had been going to travel back to Ketterdam aboard the next flight. He'd gone to the restroom, and… nothing.

 

    He couldn't remember anything further.

 

    He shifted his fingers, assessing his restraints. Nothing over his eyes, but his hat was gone. The cuffs on his wrists were complicated, but not beyond his escape. He opened his eyes the slightest bit, taking stock of what he could see. A metal desk, wooden floor, covered in dust.

 

    Finally, he lifted his head. A gun cocked somewhere to his left, but his eyes caught on the ruby laurel pin on the man's lapel. Van Eck.

 

    Wylan's father. The scum merchant who'd run his sugar business into the ground, blaming it on his wife's mental shortcomings and shipping her to an asylum, then married a girl half his age. Had a daughter with her, attempted to drown his son, and fled, only to be captured by authorities and spend six years incarcerated.

 

    Kaz started working on the cuffs.

 

    "Good morning," the merch said cheerfully, and Kaz nearly spat in his face.

 

    "What business?" he asked instead.

 

    "Well." Van Eck shifted in his seat. "I have a job for you."

 

    Kaz narrowed his eyes. "I don't take jobs from shitstains of your sort, Van Eck."

 

    "You don't even know what I'm offering." The merch stood. "I'm in need of a crew. You see, in six days, there is a Shu scientist who is supposed to leave Shu Han with two mercenaries guarding him."

 

    Kaz's mind flew. Was that the job the Bataar twins had been hired for?

 

    "The trouble is, he won't be leaving Shu Han in six weeks. He left two days ago. In the hands of Druskelle."

 

    Matthias's ex cult.

 

    "They brought their wolves and their strongest boys. It was an estimated group of about fifty. Only ten of them made it back across the border." Van Eck nodded to the guards, and they left the room, the lock of the door clicking shut. As though that would stop Kaz. "I need a crew to break into the Druskelle compound and get the scientist back."

 

    "What do the Druskelle want with a scientist?" Kaz asked skeptically.

 

    "Allow me to show you."

 

    The door opened, and six guards returned, one carrying a weeping child and the other dragging a woman in cuffs. Upon a closer glance, Kaz could see that the child only had one arm, the stump of his shoulder trickling blood and swamped in shadow where the guard pulled bandages away.

 

    "Heal him," Van Eck ordered the girl.

 

    She hardly looked at the boy before the arm was regrown before Kaz's eyes. The shadows swarmed, then dissipated, leaving nothing but black bruises all over the boy's fingers, but no further up his arm. The girl looked at Kaz, as though hoping she would get a chance to operate on him next.

 

    “He lost his arms in the expansion of the Fold,” Van Eck explained. “The attack by the Darkling. The scientist in Shu Han, found a way to reverse the damage he caused with drugged Grisha.”

 

    Kaz’s stomach dropped. There was a cure for Nikolai’s problem.

 

     “What’s the job?”

 

    “To break into the Ice Court and steal the scientist back.” Van Eck sat back in his chair. “I’m prepared to offer monetary compensation.”

 

    “No money is enough to make it worth breaking into the Drüskelle base, Van Eck. I’m not stupid.”

 

    “You have allies who were present at the Darkling’s attack. I suspect some of them were injured. You would be granted access to this cure.”

 

    “I know of no person affected by the Darkling.” Kaz crossed one leg over the other, forced ease into his posture. “You cannot sway me."

 

    "Nikolai Lantsov was present at the time of the Darkling's death." Van Eck opened a paper file on his desk. "Under the guise of Sturmhond, he worked with a crew to free the Grisha captives and take him down. Evidence of this is found with DNA proving that the man in hiding who is now deceased was not Nikolai Lantsov. There was blood belonging to Nikolai found at the scene, as well as sightings of a shadowy figure fleeing afterward. There was no sign of Nikolai until he mysteriously showed up in Ketterdam, hours later." The mercher looked up. "I do believe I have found a victim of the Darkling, Mister Brekker. The crew was yours. I'll give you access to the drug when the scientist is free from the Druskelle, as well as ten thousand kruge."

 

    Kaz felt frozen. A cure. "I want an advance."

 

    "Of course." Van Eck opened a drawer, removing a stack of money.

 

    Kaz launched himself across the desk, snagging a letter opener on his way and pressing it to Van Eck's throat. He searched the man's pockets, tossing aside the tiny pistol he'd carried. Stupid rich men. Even after years in prison, he doesn't know to keep a better eye on Dirtyhands.

 

     "Do you think I would be imbecilic enough to have it on me?" Van Eck asked scornfully.

 

    Kaz grit his teeth. "Where is it?"

 

    "The last of it produced was tested on my estate. More doesn't exist until the scientist is free." Van Eck gingerly held out the wad of cash. "Enough to procure materials for the job, plus a little treat for your dog. Will you take the job or not?"

 

    Van Eck was dead. Wylan had killed him.

 

    Unless either Wylan had been wrong, or this wasn't Van Eck.

 

    Kaz's mind flicked back to Jasper Hoede's disappearance. "You're Hoede."

 

    The merch's eyes flickered. "Don't presume things you know nothing about, boy."

 

    Kaz pressed the letter opener in harder, relishing in the bit of blood that trickled over the pale skin, the desperation that filled the man's eyes. "Tailoring does nothing. I am Dirtyhands. I see all."

 

    "They murdered my son!" he stammered. "Jasper mentioned seeing you at the station. They killed him for taking their bargaining chip. They were going to use Vasily Lantsov's pet against him to get Lantsov funding for their–"

 

    "Who."

 

    "I don't know. Some activist group, maybe. From Ketterdam. Jasper said they got the Lantsovs' location from the man they were holding there. They killed Jasper for letting him get away."

 

     Louis. The assassins had gotten to the Lantsovs through Louis. And it would be Nikolai dead, not Isaak, if Kaz hadn't convinced him to stay.

 

     Fuck.

 

     "I'll take the job." Kaz released Hoede, dropping the letter opener on the desk. At least his phone had been on Hoede's person and he wouldn't have to dig around for it.

 

    "Here." Hoede extended an envelope. "The information about the scientist."

 

    Kaz took it and left.






[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

elementary dropout: Nina, inform Matthias that I will need all of his information about the Ice Court.

elementary dropout: New job. We will be convening in my office as soon as we return to Ketterdam.

elementary dropout: @coolest privateer put in an order for a replacement hat for me.

 

coolest privateer: manners, anyone?

 

elementary dropout:

Dearest dangerous Sturmhond,

 

Would you be so kind as to request the nicest silk headwear in the classic fedora style for my acquisition?

 

With utmost sarcasm,

 

Kaz Brekker

 

coolest privateer: consider it done

coolest privateer: enjoy your flight home in economy

Chapter 57: LVII

Notes:

these two chapters are somewhat short, and they are all going to be a bit short leading up to the end of the fic... sorry, guys :(

in other news, we're almost to the end 3

but in good news, uhhh, i'm in love?

Chapter Text

    "Jasper Hoede was murdered," Kaz announced, as soon as his crows were all in his office.

 

    "I suppose that explains his disappearance," Nikolai said.

 

    "Whoever it was that abducted Louis killed Hoede for letting me take him."

 

    "How do you know?" Inej asked from the windowsill.

 

    "Because his father has a job for me." Kaz set the money on his desk. "The Druskelle stole a scientist from Shu Han. Hoede wants me to steal the scientist back for him."

 

    "Stealing from them is suicide," Matthias announced.

 

    "That's where your map will come in handy."

 

    "I did not make a map." Matthias set a piece of paper on the desk. "I made a list. I'm not good at drawing–"

 

    "Describe it to Wylan."

 

    Wylan glanced at Jesper. "I don't think–"

 

    "Those fancy tutors must have been good for something." Kaz glared at him. "Draw the map."

 

    Wylan glared back, then sighed and picked up a pen and paper.

 

    "The scientist's name is Bo Yul-Bayur. He is as brutal as he is brilliant." Kaz opened an envelope and pulled papers from it. "He has two sons. One of them disappeared from Shu Han the day before the Druskelle arrived. The other is imprisoned with him, as far as Hoede can figure."

 

    Inej tilted her head. "Does Hoede want him and his son, or just Yul-Bayur?"

 

    "We get a bonus if we bring them both." Kaz's eyes glinted.

 

    Matthias leaned over Wylan's paper, thinking. "The compound is large, with a high wall around the perimeter. It's circular. There are three sectors to it, and then a frozen river surrounding the White Island."

 

    "It looks like a cake," Jesper commented, peering over Wylan's shoulder.

 

    "Sort of." Matthias looked critical. "It's built–" he paused, digging his phone from his pocket and tapping the screen. He set it down on the desk, and Kaz could see photos of the compound. Old ones, taken of Trassel and several other large dogs wrestling in the snow with a group of blond boys. "It's built like an old castle, honestly. An imitation of the capital in Djerholm. The walls are unscalable, and the northern road is the only way to get in. Just like the true Ice Court.

 

    "The outer circle is split into three sectors. The barracks, the stables and kennels, and the…" Matthias paused, glancing toward Nina, then murmured a word in Fjerdan.

 

    "Dungeons," Nina translated. 

 

    "I thought Fjerdans were too vanilla for dungeons," Jesper interjected with a smirk.

 

     "No," said Nina, "they're regular dungeons. For the Grisha they kidnap and maim. The ones they don't choose to murder in the street."

 

    "Yes." Matthias returned his attention to the map. "That would likely be where your scientist is."

 

    "He's not dangerous." Kaz studied the map. "At least, not in that way. I don't think they'll keep him locked up with–"

 

    "I think they'll keep him in a grave," Matthias said bleakly.

 

    "Operate on the assumption that he isn't dead."

 

    Matthias was silent for a long moment. "There's a vault on the island, as well as the chapel and a garden of prayer. And the… block."

 

    "The block?" Wylan asked.

 

    "Djerholm once burned alive the Grisha they found guilty. The Ketterdam Druskelle simply behead them."

 

    The room went silent.

 

    "The vault, then." Kaz tapped the paper. "That's where he'll be."

 

    "Then we may as well quit now while we are ahead. The vault has hydraulic hinges holding it shut, along with an entire system of monitors and failsafes."

 

    "Leave the hinges to me. Are the monitors wired or on a network?"

 

    "Wired. Brum is afraid of them being hacked."

 

    "Perfect." Kaz grinned. "In two days, we–"

 

    "The show," Nikolai interrupted.

 

    "What show?"

 

    "Sturmhond." Nikolai looked at Jesper. "We've already recast the Khodos, Privyet is still bedridden, we can't afford to lose more actors."

 

     Good. You'll be far from the Druskelle and their dangers. "Stay, then." Kaz looked back at the map. "We're going to scale the wall."

 

    "They're unscalable–"

 

    "I have Inej Ghafa and a powerful Squaller." Kaz lifted his eyes to Matthias at the glaring interruption. "They are scalable."

 

    "Are we going to pose as Druskelle?" Wylan asked.

 

    "The only ones here who speak Fjerdan are Nina and Matthias," Kaz answered.

 

    "I speak Fjerdan."

 

    "Schoolroom Fjerdan?" Jesper asked. "Old Fjerdan? The Fjerdans in Ketterdam likely have nearly their own dialect by now, they've been here for decades."

 

    Wylan sighed. "How are we getting in, then?"

 

    "Hringkalla," Matthias said.

 

    "Bless you,” Jesper interjected.

 

    "No. It is a festival. There will be actors, musicians–"

 

    "Musicians?" Kaz asked.

 

    "Yes. It is for the initiation ceremony of the new Druskelle." Matthias looked rather ill.

 

    "Lovely." Kaz looked at Inej. "Get me a list of these performers' names. Nina, work with her on finding new identities for us. Matthias, prepare your dog for travel. Zoya, find something useful to do. You're all dismissed."

 

    Wylan glanced at Jesper. “What do you want us to do?”

 

    Kaz leveled his gaze at them. “Stay out of trouble until you're needed."

Chapter 58: LVIII

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Chapter Text


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

knife wife: Nikolai, Jesper, if you don't keep us posted on how the show's going i'll have your heads

 

bangbangbi: RUDE

bangbangbi: only wylan gets my head

 

elementary dropout: I did not ask for you to be texting obscene things while we are trying to work.

 

bangbangbi: fine

bangbangbi: i'll keep it in the dms

 

elementary dropout: No, you will refrain from texting my employee until after the heist, considering he cannot quietly reply.

 

merchling: I can swipe and have voice assist read to me so I do not have typos

 

bangbangbi: headphones baby they're the light of my life

 

merchling: Rude

 

coolest privateer: dang someone's in trouble






    The plan was supposed to be simple. In and out in four hours. Inej, Wylan, and Kaz onto the wall. Inej would scout ahead, Wylan would get to the command center and watch the cameras, Kaz would unlock the kennel door and let the others in.

 

    The door was electronic, and Wylan couldn't get it open himself, let alone Kaz's picks. They'd split up, he'd found the command center, Kaz and Inej had figured out some sort of rope contraption to pull the others onto the wall, but they'd already lost an hour in doing so.

 




[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: How is the show going

flute blower: Because the heist is shit

 

flute: oh saints what's happened?

flute: alina isn't making for a great love interest

flute: her portrayal of mayu is all wrong

flute: but at least i don't have to pretend to be in love with her lmao

flute: they're onstage rn it's the part where theyre trying to figure out how to get her brother back from neyali

flute: say hi to kuwei

 

flute blower: I would rather die

 

flute: ☠️

flute: what's wrong with the heist?

 

flute blower: I'm supposed to be watching with the cameras

flute blower: First I couldn't find any person other than the crows let alone a shu man let alone a scientist

flute blower: Zoya's been captured but I can't do anything about it because it would blow the rest of their covers

flute blower: They properly know who she is and everything too

flute blower: They're having a meeting to discuss what to do with her but at least it looks like they think she's working alone

flute blower: I've lost sight of Kaz and Inej, but at least Nina and Matthias are doing what they're supposed to be doing

flute blower: This whole thing is going to shit







    Jesper's eyes were on his phone when it happened, but Kuwei pinned him against the side of the ship, covering both of their faces with cloths as the auditorium's air filled with dust. He could hear coughing as the theater fell silent, and fought against Kuwei's grip to look onstage. Alina had collapsed, Nikolai crouched at her side in worry.

 

    She burst forth with a searing, blinding light, and Jesper saw for a moment the outline of a winged, clawed creature before he slammed his eyes shut, tears welling up at the burning feeling surrounding them. He hit his knees, trying to pull the cloth from his face as Kuwei held it there.

 

    "Don't breathe," Kuwei hissed, pulling Jesper with him somewhere. His eyes refused to work properly. What the hell had happened? "It's jurda parem, " Kuwei explained uselessly. Jesper knew half of that. Jurda. The floral stimulant. "A drug my father developed. It's deadly to normal people. It empowers Grisha." Normal people. Nikolai.

 

     Jesper fought harder, pulling the cloth from his face. It didn't help his eyes. He stumbled, feeling the ground rushing to meet him–until it didn't. It steadied him, staying beneath his feet and shifting with his weight. Redistributing it. "What the fuck did you do?" he demanded.

 

    Kuwei was silent at first. "What I had to. They have my father and brother, Jes. All I had to do was cause the distraction. It isn't deadly–"

 

    "To Grisha." Jesper whirled toward where he'd heard Kuwei's voice from. "People who aren't are worthless to you, then? Were you hired to burn the theater in the first place?"

 

    "No." Kuwei had moved again. Jesper cursed. "You don't understand. I kept you safe. The others aren't here–"

 

    "The entire cast is!"

 

    "Your friends aren't here. The Lantsovs will be fine. It was in the theater, not backstage. There are people getting the rest of the cast out–"

 

    Jesper's mind flew. How did Kuwei know the crows weren't here? How would he know the Lantsovs would be fine? Who was he working with?

 

    And why the fuck had he let Nikolai convince him to trust Kuwei again?

 

    He could hear it when the car pulled around, could hear the whispers. He could hear Nikolai's shaky whimpers in the backseat before Jesper himself was shoved into the passenger seat, his wrist cuffed to the handle over the door. The door shut, and Jesper wished he could see whether Kuwei was in the car or not as it pulled away. He wished he could see at all.

 

    "Nikolai was hurt," the driver explained. His voice was slightly familiar, though Jesper couldn't quite put a finger on it.

 

    "Who are you?" Jesper demanded, as lights began to appear. Finally. His sight was still blurry, but he could see lights.

 

    "Jesper?" Nikolai asked.

 

    "I'm here," Jesper replied, gritting his teeth. He couldn't do anything stupid, then. Whoever the hell this was had Nikolai there, too. Evidently incapacitated in some way.

 

    "It's gone."

 

    "What's gone?"

 

    Vasily Lantsov spoke behind him. "It would appear that whatever Alina Starkov did onstage, it removed the blight from within my brother."

 

     Empower Grisha.

 

     Alina had been dosed with jurda parem, whatever that was. And had cured Nikolai of the demon.

 

    And blinded Jesper in the process.








     Inej froze at his side, staring up at the man in the bookshop. "Hertzoon," she whispered, still as stone. She seemed to vanish, a vacant look to her face that Kaz hadn't seen before.

 

    Kaz took her hand. "Jordie can talk to him," he said, pulling her with him out of the shop. "We don't have to stay here."

 

    She flinched at his touch, then her fingers wrapped around his as she followed. Kaz felt the man's eyes burning into their backs as they reached the door.

 

    "Saskia, bring the children some tea," the man instructed a little girl who'd just poked her head around the stairs. She disappeared, darting back upstairs.



     Jakob Hertzoon, Kaz later learned, ran cons and schemes all over Ketterdam. He would hire children from their parents and use them as the job needed, returning them in whatever condition the job left them in. Inej had been one of those children.

 

    Inej herself had never told Kaz exactly what Jakob Hertzoon had had her do, but the job itself had been a scheme against a merchant, blackmail and trafficking. She'd been unable to find Hertzoon herself, until that day in the bookshop, alongside Kaz and Jordie. He'd been the one to sell them out, to catch Jordie with the books and leave him bleeding and tongueless on the sidewalk, beaten half to death and unable to cry for help over the storm.

 

     Jakob Hertzoon would pay.

 

    The man who looked back at him now was defensive, haggard, and looked as though he hadn't eaten in a week.

 

    "What business?" he asked, as though he'd invited Kaz into his own office, and Kaz hadn't found him imprisoned in the Druskelle compound.

 

    "Jakob Hertzoon," Kaz snarled.

 

    The man's eyes flickered with vague recognition. "Rollins, actually. Pekka Rollins. I haven't gone by Hertzoon in years."

 

    Kaz could feel himself shaking. He wasn't twenty three, he was nine years old again, trembling with cold as his brother dug around Hertzoon's office. Huddling in the rain as Jordie looked at the ledger and found Inej's name. Curling into his brother's side as he choked to death on his own blood.

 

    "You killed my brother," Kaz tried to accuse, but it came out more like a question.

 

    "Who?"

 

    Kaz felt icy fury claw its way through his chest. "We visited Ketterdam with our family, and you murdered him in cold blood on the street."

 

     Recognition flashed in Rollins's eyes. "The Rietveld boy."

 

    "Yes. The Rietveld boy." Kaz inched forward, hate curling around his throat. "You carved his tongue from his mouth and left him to drown in his own blood."

 

    "I did not." Rollins leaned leisurely against the wall. "He dug around in Heleen Van Houden's holdings. I simply happened to be a client once. She hired the men."

 

    Kaz knew Inej was there before she spoke. "It doesn't matter who wielded the knife. The damage was done."

 

    Rollins looked afraid for a moment, and Kaz relished it before he lunged forward, letting every bit of anger and grief pour through him. Every bone crunched beneath the swing of his cane, until Rollins was screaming in agony, before Kaz stepped aside. Inej stepped forward, colder than Kaz had ever seen her. She'd vanished, her eyes vacant, but a wrath shone through that he'd never seen from her before. Gently, she worked a knife between his teeth, and Kaz found himself pinning Rollins's head still as his tongue was forced back, silencing his screams.

 

    Drowning him.

Notes:

guys i'm watching the MCU rn and on guardians of the galaxy

hot take, Thor's movies are boring until they finally get the plot moving, and also hot take, Captain America is the best Avenger

don't kill me

Chapter 59: LIX

Chapter Text

    Wylan tapped his fingers anxiously, watching the monitors. Kaz and Inej hadn't shown themselves, Nina and Matthias had made their way into the vault, and Zoya's situation was looking more dire by the minute. A movement on a different monitor caught his attention, and he watched as a car pulled up to the barracks entrance. He couldn't tell the identity of the person who climbed from the driver's seat, but as he walked around the car to open the passenger door, someone walked out the door to meet him.

 

    Wylan's stomach dropped. Piet Hoede.

 

    He fumbled with the monitor, turning the volume up.

 

    "Thank you for being so patient," the driver said quietly, his hand on the door handle. "Unfortunately, some people get cold feet and worry over extraneous loyalties."

 

    "Just give me Fahey and be on your way," Hoede snarled, and Wylan stared in horror as the driver pulled Jesper from the car. Jesper looked to be conscious, but something was wrong. He was staring, his eyes wide open, at nothing at all. Unfocused. Drugged? The driver climbed back in the car to leave, and Hoede dragged Jesper indoors.




[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling: Jesper is here

merchling: Kaz Inej where are you both

 

neens: kanej are missing??

neens: also wtf is jesper doing here

 

merchling: I don't know

merchling: I see them now

merchling: They're in the vault with you

 

neens: ok

 

merchling: Piet Hoede is coming your way with Jesper

 

neens: why

 

merchling: I don't know





 

    Zoya hadn't expected her end to be like this. Fighting beside the Darkling, maybe. Some assassin aiming for Nikolai and missing, perhaps. But forced to kneel in the center of the Druskelle holy garden and lay her head atop their blood-crusted beheading block was not on the list.

 

    As the cold metal brushed her neck, a shout rang out through the silence of the wolf mask-wearing gathering, and she could hear footsteps as the group of boys parted. Someone was speaking about how she hadn't been working alone after all.

 

    Jesper spoke. "She was working with me. I was supposed to be the other half of the team. Sorry for being late, love."

 

     That bastard.

 

     Zoya glared down below her. The Druskelle considered Grisha blood to be impure, not worth touching and cleaning. Evidently, this even applied to their executions, as below her was a channel that led to an underground system of some sort. She could feel the air below the ground–

 

     Oh.

 

     It led to the moat. An underground fluid system that led to the moat. Her body would be dropped, she could see the seam of a trap door now, a massive marble configuration. She would be dropped and washed out into the moat, for her body to decompose. Jesper was still babbling, but she'd seen what he could do with those guns. No one could make that type of shot if they weren't Grisha. A Fabrikator, she'd wager. If he tried, he could likely operate whatever mechanism opened the trapdoor with his own power. The man who'd broken up the crowd was arguing with the Druskelle now, in Fjerdan. Money changed hands, and the garden emptied.

 

    The man who'd brought Jesper stepped forward, gripping her collar to haul her up to her feet. "I should have let them kill you first," he said. "I didn't need the both of you."

 

    Zoya spat in his face. "Free my hands and fight me yourself, coward."

 

    "No." The man gripped her arm and pulled Jesper with him, toward the chapel's door. Zoya fought as hard as she could, but the man knocked Jesper to his knees and sliced into the skin of his throat with a knife as a warning. He opened a door, and from Zoya's recollection of Wylan's map, it would have led to the vault, but it didn't look like any vault she'd ever seen. The walls were lined with six doors, with a seventh on the end of the hallway. The man shoved her into one of them, shoving her hard to the floor before taking the Grisha cuffs off of her and locking the door in her face.




 

    Nina whirled, shoving her phone in her pocket as the door behind them opened. A man stood there, holding a knife to Jesper's throat.

 

    "Hands in the air, witch," the man said.

 

    Nina slowly lifted her hands.

 

    "Step into that cell," the man continued, nodding toward one in particular. Nina inched toward it.

 

    "Why?" she asked, considering ways to get her hands close enough to one another to put him down.

 

    The man smiled, and Nina felt her blood run cold. The man's smile was empty, but scheming. "My son is in there," he said, "and you're going to bring him back to life."

 

    "Two things. One, I'm not a Healer. Two, threatening some random person–"

 

    "I have it on good authority you lot are fairly close," the man interrupted. "You all flew to Os Alta with Nikolai Lantsov, didn't you? His whore's involvement is what led to my son's death. Only natural that your power would be what brings him back."

 

     Her power. Right. "I'm not a necromancer."

 

    "You could turn into one." The man sneered. "The scientist you're after, Bo Yul-Bayur. He's developed a drug that amplifies Grisha power. It kills normal people. Otkazat'sya, as your leader calls us."

 

    "The Darkling has no affiliation with me." Keep him talking. Give someone enough time to get here. Wylan could burn this place to the ground. "And, if you hadn't heard, he's dead."

 

    "Doesn't make a difference to me." The man looked past her, at Matthias. "You'll be glad to know your roommate is safe. The test that Yul-Bayur's son did of the drug worked as a distraction and to cure him. The blight that the Darkling left is gone. Alina Starkov removed it."

 

    The door behind Nina, at the end of the hall, swung open. She didn't dare turn, not with the knife digging in harder to Jesper's throat, but the sharp click of Kaz's cane on the ground was a welcome relief. She didn't have to do the puzzling out of this shitstorm.

 

    "Hoede," Kaz greeted, as though the man didn't have a knife to his best friend's throat. "I'd like you to meet my new friend. Keyen Yul-Bo, son of the durast who developed the drug jurda parem ."

 

    Hoede tightened his grip, making Jesper wince. "What have you done with the scientist?" he asked urgently, stepping forward. "We had a deal."

 

    "That deal was before you decided to take my associates hostage. Yul-Bayur will be fine, if you play by my rules."

 

    "Hurry up and do as I said, Heartrender, or it won't only be my son in need of healing."

 

    Nina took one more step, waiting for Kaz's say-so.

 

    "I hope you're not looking to dose her," a new voice said. Keyen, if Nina's memory served. He was Kuwei's brother, he'd been in the show that the theater had burned during, and she hadn't seen him since. "The drug has a nasty side effect that my father didn't know about. It drains and kills."

 

    "I don't care," Hoede snarled. "My son is dead. If some Heartrender's life is what it takes to–"

 

     "No!" Matthias exclaimed.

 

    "Drop him or kill him," Kaz said evenly. "There's no good that this stalemate will do you."

 

    Hoede tightened his grip further. "I'm not letting go of my leverage."

 

    Kaz probably shrugged. "Your choice. But if he's not released one way or another, the scientist doesn't walk out of this vault."

 

    Hoede glared at him silently for a moment, then eased his grip on Jesper. He jabbed his newly free hand into a pocket, taking a pistol from it and cocking it. He pointed it at Nina first, then Matthias, then past them both. Kaz, maybe Keyen. "Get a move on, Heartrender, before i blow Brekker's smart head off."

 

    Nina inched toward the cell again. Maybe once she got into it, she could manage to crush his heart in his chest before the door closed. Kaz wasn't stopping her. He had a plan, right? Hoede walked forward, dropping Jesper like a lead weight as he did. Matthias's heart was racing, Nina could hear it. He'd take a bullet for her. She knew that. Would Kaz? Was the ridiculous payout for this job worth her life to him?

 

    She didn't want to know what was in his brain right now.

 

    Her eyes landed on Jesper for a moment, and she realized he was fumbling for the door handle. If she timed it right, she could make it so her door greatly outmatched his in its loudness, and give him a chance to get out. Escape or get help, who knew, but at least one of them would make it out of here. As his hand closed on the handle, she pulled the cell door open, and slammed it behind herself as Jesper made it through.

 

    The white walls were bare, the room empty except for a drain in the center of the floor, the smell of rotting flesh, and a table along one wall that held a body, perfectly composed in cold death. Jasper Hoede, she assumed. She took one breath of clean air and held it, praying to saints she didn't believe in that she could keep it long enough for the drug not to get to her.

Chapter 60: LX

Notes:

24 hours to pride month. (EST)

9 chapters to the smut.

happy june, fags <3
(^a reference to Shipmates and Stalemates, Chapter 18)

AHHHHHHHHHHH

Chapter Text

    Wylan could see them in the cameras. Inej was trying to find another way out, to get them all out, but even from here and with a photo of the map in his hands Wylan knew it wouldn't work. There was one way out, through the vault door back into the chapel. Which was blocked by Hoede and a door. The moment Jesper was through the door and back into the hallway Zoya had been locked in, Wylan clicked on his contact and watched him fumble for the 'accept' button.

 

    "Wy."

 

    "Jes." Wylan kept his voice low, hoping to Ghezen it wouldn't echo through the hall. "Are you alright? I can see you."

 

    Jesper hesitated a moment, then exhaled shakily. "No. I'm not. I can't see. They dosed Alina with parem and she flooded the whole theater with sunlight, Wylan, and she's done something to Nikolai, and he's with Vasily and my head hurts. And all I've got is a feeling of where solid things are around me, I can't see anything."

 

     Wylan felt his breath catch. "You can feel it? Like the marble? You know where it is?"

 

    "Yeah. It's how I haven't fallen on my face." Jesper inched his way toward the door again. "Listen, they need you. Hoede's got them with a weapon, and he's trying to dose Nina with that drug. It's based on jurda. Those flowers my da farms."

 

    Wylan ignored what he said about the Crows. He could see from the monitor that Hoede and Kaz were arguing. Bartering, maybe. Nina was safe, for now. "The third door on your left is Zoya's cell. If you can get her out and get her free, she can handle Hoede."

 

     "What door?" 

 

    Wylan guided him, painstakingly, through the hallway, coaching him in avoiding the brass knobs that, now that he considered it, probably controlled the air in the chambers and whether the drug was released or not. Jesper fumbled with the handle for a moment, Wylan guiding him to unlocking the door, and then it was open and Zoya was through it.

 

    "Thanks for saving my ass," he heard her snarl, with more sincerity than she likely meant.

 

    "Don't mention it," Jesper said. "Stay on the line, Wylan. Be my eyes." He took the collapsible sword from the inside of his coat, extending it and keeping it in his hands. On the monitor, Wylan could see it become almost more solid as he charged after Zoya back into the hallway. Hoede turned in surprise from the brass knob he'd just pulled as Zoya's palms rubbed together, her hair crackling with friction as Matthias gasped.

 

    Lightning struck Piet Hoede, and the monitor went dark.

 

     Well, fuck.

 




    Zoya hadn't meant to strike out all of the lights, but Hoede's fried corpse had the unappetizing smell of burnt roast, and as Jesper stumbled toward one of the doors in the near pitch-dark, she found it fascinating that the marble somehow held its glow despite the fluorescent light being gone. He wrestled the handle until Kaz shoved him aside with more grace than Zoya would've warranted, even if he was sightless at the moment, and picked the lock. Matthias yanked the door open, warping the hinges in the process.

 

    Nina stood in the room, the glowing marble casting eerie shadows about her. Whatever system carried the drug must have been short-circuited by Zoya's blast, too, since she couldn't feel any new pollution to the air. Still, Nina's pupils were dilated, an odd confidence about her that even Nina Zenik herself didn't usually carry.

 

    "Well?" Kaz said simply. "You're a durast and a squaller, right? Get it out of her lungs."

 

    Zoya sneered at him, and Jesper looked like even he didn't have a reply to that. "What if we take it into ourselves by accident?" he asked, a note of fear to his voice.

 

    "Split it between yourselves. Maybe it will be less potent." Kaz stepped out of the doorway, heading in the opposite direction from the chapel. Zoya and Jesper looked at one another for a moment, then moved into the room. Nina didn't exactly fight them, but she had an intensity about her that kept her quiet, as well.

 

    "Wait," she said, and Zoya felt an irresistible urge to do so. "Come here," she told Jesper, almost seeming to guide his steps as he obeyed. She put her hands on his face and he gasped.

 

    "I can see."

 

     "I know. I don't want it gone," Nina admitted. The drug. They were supposed to be removing that.

 

    "Please, Nina," Matthias said from the doorway. "It'll kill you."

 

    "What a lovely way to die, though."

 

    Zoya grit her teeth. If she could just get control of herself–

 

    "Very well." Nina sighed, and it was almost like a grip on Zoya was eased. Zoya lifted her hands, pulling the air from Nina's lungs before she could say another word and convince them otherwise. Jesper moved in, presumably doing whatever it was that durasts did to mess with particles, and Nina collapsed against him, shaking, as Zoya allowed cleaner air to enter her lungs again.

 

    "Enough with the dramatics," Kaz said shortly. "We need to get out before we have company."

 

    "What about the scientist?" Jesper asked.

 

    Kaz glared at him. "That's not your concern." His cane clicked against the marble as he made his way back toward the door to the chapel. The crows glanced at one another, then followed, Nina's weight supported between Matthias and Jesper. Zoya was relieved to feel the quiet presence of Inej at her side. So that had been what was so critical to Kaz that he hadn't stuck around to ensure Nina's recovery.

 




    Wylan wiped the evidence of their existence, though at this point it was more a precaution against legal ramifications than concern over being caught. He wasn't even sure if the Druskelle leader would dare to use any of this footage in court, considering the severity of what they'd been about to do. Trying to murder a woman in cold blood, for something she couldn't control.

 

    Wylan knew a bit about that.

 

    He stared at the monitors as Zoya and Jesper argued in the garden, willing the crows to make a decision about how to get out. The Druskelle had left in a hurry, but who knew how quickly they'd be back?

 

    Finally, a text from Kaz,

 


Kaz: Find your own way out. Zoya has an idea. Meet us at the car.

Kaz: Jesper is alright.




    Wylan hadn't expected the second message, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. He shut the monitors down, making his way as stealthily as he could through the Court. He went back the way they came in, taking a deep breath before lowering himself as quietly as he could with the rope the others had used. His hands gave out four feet from the ground and he landed hard on the marble, wistful for Zoya's air cushion. He limped back toward the thicket where they'd left the car, leaning against the hood. He pulled his phone back out.

 


[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: I am at the car




    It seemed like almost no time passed before the others were there, too. Kaz hardly waited for Jesper to be settled in the backseat alongside Nina before laying into him.

 

    "Where the fuck is Nikolai, if you're here and showed up half blind?"

 

    "With his brother. And whoever the fuck drove us here. Kuwei betrayed everyone." Jesper looked exhausted. Wylan felt the inexplicable urge to grab him and shield him from Kaz's onslaught.

 

    "He hasn't replied to any of my messages," Kaz fumed. "His location is off. He–"

 

    "Maybe he doesn't want to be found," the Shu kid that had followed them offered.

 

    Kaz whirled, and Wylan flinched backward. The rage in Kaz's face was incredible. "You're of no use to me unless you can recreate your father's work in a fashion that won't leave people dying." He paused. "Or, unless you can recreate it at all."

 

    "I'm not–"

 

    "Then shut the hell up." Kaz turned back to Jesper. "Where's Nikolai? Where's the Sun Summoner?"

 

    It dawned on Wylan at the same time as it seemed to dawn on the others. No wonder Kaz hadn't cared that Hoede was dead. The money didn't matter this time.

 

    It was the mark. The same drug that had so empowered Nina.

 

    "Kaz–"

 

    "I don't need your preaching, Helvar. We've seen what you're preaching from."

 

    "That's not fair," Jesper protested.

 

    "Life's not fair," Kaz snarled.

 

    Wylan put a hand on Kaz's shoulder, refusing to budge at the burning glare cast his way when he did. "We'll find him, Kaz."

 

    Kaz shook him off. "Like hell we will." He looked at Jesper. "Work with this clown and try to find a way to make the drug again. I'm finding Nikolai." He tossed the keys to Wylan, then stalked back in the direction of the Court.

 

    Inej followed him.

 

    Wylan then realized that he still hadn't asked Kaz and Inej what the fuck they were doing when they were where the monitors couldn't reach, but he had a strange sense that even if he did, they wouldn't be telling him. Inej's company would have to be enough. The two of them had survived long enough on their own, he'd wager, they could handle themselves. And besides, there were only five seats. And Nina needed help.

 

    "Nikolai's okay," Jesper was whispering, his eyes shut tight.

 

    "What?" asked Matthias.

 

    "Nikolai. Alina was dosed with parem. She got rid of the demon. He has to be okay. Vasily said so. Before they… before Hoede took me."

 

    "Vasily gave you to Hoede?"

 

    "No. Vasily was there. In the car. And Nikolai. They were both in the backseat."

 

    Wylan's stomach dropped. "Who was the driver, Jesper?"

 

    "I don't remember." Jesper looked down. "He sounded like he was from the continent. Eastern. He probably crossed the Fold after the Darkling died. Vasily seemed completely at ease with him, though," he added, a note of irritation to his voice.

 

     "Vasily did?" Wylan had been thinking it might have had something to do with the attack on the Lantsovs in Old Ravka, but if Vasily was at ease–

 

     "Yeah. And he sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. And he was acting nice to Vasily. And Nikolai, sort of."

 

    Wylan looked at Zoya. "Keep tabs on Inej and Kaz's locations. Everyone get in. We're going home. Inej will call if they need something."

 

    He hoped.



Chapter 61: LXI

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    Kaz cursed himself for having had Wylan wipe the monitors. Maybe he could've gotten a look at the license plate. As grateful as he was for Inej's presence, they were fresh out of leads, and the look Inej had on her face made it very clear that she'd been triggered in some way by their encounter with Rollins. Well, she could go get in the fucking car, then. I can't lose him again.

 

    The Ice Court loomed, but Kaz was interested in only one thing. A little sports car he'd seen parked near it. Apparently, one of the good little Druskelle boys was indulgent. He picked the door open, clicking the unlock button inside for Inej as he knelt and started working on hotwiring. He needed to be more careful. He hadn't hotwired a car since high school. He'd stolen Vasily's, of course, but that had been with the brat's own keys. Finally, the engine purred to life, and Kaz slid into the seat, slamming the door shut and adjusting mirrors and why the fuck was his phone buzzing.

 

 

 

[What is this chat.]

 

Nina: ok i'm making this short and sweet bc i don't feel like texting much

Nina: but basically nikolais ok

Nina: alina starkov got dosed and got rid of the demon & hes with vasily too wherever he is

Nina: kaz pls reply before i vomit from trying to text rn

 

Kaz: Noted.

 

 

 

    So Nikolai was defenseless, wherever he was. Without whatever this dark possession was to keep him from being murdered. That helped.

 

    He shoved the phone in the cupholder, already regretting the time he'd spent looking at it. How much time had he wasted beating Rollins senseless? How much of that time had left Nikolai in worse shape? Who had him?

 

    Vasily. That was a lead.

 

    "Find out what you can about the people Vasily Lantsov hangs about with," Kaz told Inej shortly, pulling away from the Ice Court. He'd seen enough of it to last him a lifetime. She complied, pulling her own phone out. Kaz stared at the road for a minute, maybe two, before he realized he had no idea which way the car had gone.

 

    "Zoya says you're going the right way," Inej said softly. "She asked Wylan for me. They went north."

 

    Perfect. "Thank you," Kaz bit out, less sincerity than he'd intended behind the words.

 

    Inej hummed.

 

    It had been a long time since he'd worked with only Inej, and not some combination of Crows. They'd been inseparable, once, Kaz climbing up to the treehouse constantly, even while the doctor had made Colm promise to keep him out of it. It wasn't Kaz's promise, so therefore he hadn't needed to keep it.

 

    It had been about a year since he and Jordie had gone to Colm Fahey's farm, three since they'd seen their own father be pulled under the plough. Even now, he grimaced, though at the time he hadn't known what had happened, just that there was a lot of blood and that Jordie had told him to go in the house and call emergency services. Then a flurry of adults whose names it had been hopeless to try to remember, "When's Da coming home", an entire summer spent wishing he and Jordie had been placed in the same home, until finally they were placed with Colm. He and Jordie had refused to sleep in separate rooms, sneaking down the hall to clamber into one another's beds and sneaking back again before the sun rose, until Kaz had been too tired to get up that early one morning and Colm had simply moved his things over. Jesper was chaotic, but the Rietvelds kept to themselves for a while.

 

    Then Inej showed up in their treehouse, and Kaz broke his leg, and Jesper settled down long enough to read adventure stories with him while he was bedridden. And he'd been well again, and found Inej to be a fascinating puzzle to figure out, and then he and Jordie had, they'd gotten names and information and searched for more. Jordie tracked the names down to a shop in Ketterdam, they'd visited, and then…

 

    Well, Kaz's life had been split up so many different ways; before his father's accident, after, in that horrible unknown that he didn't ever like to think about, living with the Faheys, and after Jordie was gone. Within those sections, they tended to fade into gray unless he focused, or something brought a memory surging to life, so real it would leave him gasping for breath, heaving his last meal onto the floor. Jesper had understood, had mopped up vomit and cleaned Kaz's sweat-damp forehead more times than he could count. Inej had vanished, and Kaz had let her. More consumed with his own vengeance, with his own righteous fury, than he had been concerned for her wellbeing.

 

    Clearly, she didn't mind. But she should. And to take his own fury with himself out on Jesper when he'd been blinded and Kaz hadn't even asked how…

 

    Oh.

 

    Kaz knew how.

 

    A surge of light, strong and catastrophic enough to eradicate the shadow demon. Blinding in its blaze. Sunlight. Jesper had been stumbling around like a drunkard because he'd seen Alina Starkov's display.

 

    If the jurda parem didn't kill her, Kaz would.

 

    "The only social interactions I can find lately are with the cast and crew," Inej said, breaking him from his thoughts. "And I'm guessing Nikolai got through to him when we visited them in Os Alta."

 

    "Vasily Lantsov is a thickheaded prick," Kaz bit out. "How do you mean he 'got through to him'?"

 

    "He's gone public about his relationship with Louis Petrov."

 

    Kaz nearly blew the next light. Louis. 'Vasya'. Ghosted him, for a while, after the damn book. 'Damn good sex to make up for it'. Would it be a stretch to wonder if Louis felt as possessive of Vasily as–

 

    He wouldn't go there. Not possessive. Aggressively fond.

 

    If Louis was as furious over Vasily's endangerment as Kaz was every time Nikolai got injured, was it much of a stretch to wonder if he'd been scammed? If he was as stupid as he'd have to have been to trust people that jumped him so easily the moment he'd had a dissenting opinion, wasn't it believable to think maybe he'd put his faith in the wrong people?

 

    Or, the right people, Kaz supposed, considering so far he'd gotten exactly what he likely wanted. Vasily, safe, from prying eyes and from whatever other assassins might be after the Lantsovs. Nikolai healed of the blight the Darkling left. If Louis and Vasily had gone public, Hoede might have approached him, as someone who could get close to a Corporalnik.

 

    No. There had to be more to it.

 

    Kaz. Hoede had hired Kaz to break into the Court, hadn't he? To steal the scientist. Used Louis to ensure Kaz's end of the deal would be upheld by bringing along someone Kaz couldn't afford to lose. Jesper or Nikolai, it wouldn't matter. Either of them were plenty plainly linked to him. Nina was the Corporalnik to save his son, and Kaz's crew had waltzed into Hoede's trap.

 

    What had Rollins been, then? Insurance? Distraction? Neither Hoede nor Louis could possibly have known enough about his life to guess at what an encounter with Rollins might do to his focus. Had he been a bribe to the Druskelle, then? Someone so corrupt, that likely had fucked the Druskelle over, in exchange for Hoede's free passage on the property.

 

    He'd likely figured it out, then. The only problem that none of it solved was where the fuck Louis was taking the Lantsovs.

 

    And what the hell he intended to do with them when he got there.

Chapter 62: LXII

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    Fight him. Get up over the headrest and fight him.

 

    I can't even move my claws properly, and my wings are trapped against the seat with something that the boy insists is a seatbelt. For safety, he says. Vasily stares at me.

 

    I want to speak. I know him. I know that the operator is not safe, I know that we should not have given Jesper to that man, I know many things that the boy tells me. We share. But I do not know how to make my teeth form the words. I know how to bite, and how to consume, but to speak is not in my nature.

 

    Not that I am natural at all.

 

    I stare as things move past us much too quickly. I may fly this fast, but on the ground there are many things that get in the way. I did fly faster than this, once, in search of Kaz that night. I did not know his name, but I knew to find him. His smell, his face. He looked at me as if I was not a monster. He saw me.

 

    I want to find him again. I do not want to be here.

 

    I stood no chance against the sunlight. She was bright, blinding, beautiful. She tried to get rid of me, but instead I am here, and the boy is, too. He is saying something to Vasily. The words feel odd on my tongue, but I listen.

 

    "Where are we going?"

 

   "Family estate in Udova," Vasily answers, staring at us.

 

    I want to know what we look like.

 

   "I want to see myself," the boy states, more coherently than I can.

 

    "When we get there," the operator answers. I do not know his name. He is Vasily's partner, which does not make sense. Vasily's Kaz, however, does. I stare out the glass. I do not like this. We were separate before. We did not think together, we did not speak together.

 

    I was simply hungry. I did not think. And now, I do. I think many things. The discomfort in this seatbelt, I am afraid for Jesper, I am afraid that I will not see Kaz again. I am afraid that we will share forever. I am afraid of the driver, even if the boy knows him. Does the boy have a name, I wonder.

 

    Nikolai.

 

    Pretty.

 

    Thank you. I was born with it.

 

    He is being funny.

 

    Glad you think so. Those wings aren't very comfortable.

 

    I know.

 

    Should we get rid of them?

 

    Absolutely not.

 

    Alright.

 

    He was being quiet, before. He was letting me experience my thoughts. Now he speaks back about them.

 

    Didn't know you could hear me.

 

    I can.

 

    Great.

 

    We're going to get Jesper back.

 

    Okay.

 

    And we are going to see Kaz again.

 

    Promise?

 

    Promise.

 


 

    We get to the place we are going. I get chained. I do not like it.

 

    He's just trying to keep everyone safe. He does not trust us.

 

    Why?

 

    We hurt people.

 

    Oh.

 

    I let him take us inside. He clamps cold chains around my wrists and I panic. I struggle against them, I pull and fight, snapping at him and at Vasily, until the chains are so tight my hands cannot move. He is looking at me. He is afraid.

 

    Good.

 

    Not good.

 

    I slam down on Nikolai's consciousness with everything I can. He is afraid of himself. I am not. I will keep us alive, I will get us to Kaz, and Vasily's partner will not stop me.

 

    He tries, though. Desperately so.

Chapter 63: LXIII

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    Jesper sprawled on the floor before the couch, scouring the internet for any trace of them. A random fan, having caught a glimpse and a picture of Nikolai or Vasily Lantsov. Something. Anything. He'd spent six hours doing this, even though his eyes were sore and the light hurt so terribly.

 

    He couldn't shake the feeling that it was his fault, somehow. If he hadn't trusted Kuwei, if he hadn't let Kaz's jealousy over Tatiana Lantsov's determination for matchmaking get the better of their cast, if it had just been Ehri instead of Alina, none of this might have happened.

 

    But then, that was always the plan, wasn't it? Get Alina nearby, get hold of the drug, dose her with it, cure Nikolai. Get Alina, use the drug, cure Nikolai. That had been Kaz's plan from the beginning. Since he'd met Hoede.

 

    Would it always have turned out this way?

 

    He heard voices in the hall, but his eyes couldn't focus on much anyway. Exhaustion kept his lids heavy. The door opened, and he could feel Kaz's steps, Matthias's, Zoya's, and hear their voices arguing. Kaz and Inej hadn't found anything, then. Six hours of driving and nothing to show for it.

 

    Jesper sat up abruptly, and all three of them went quiet. "I'll be in the kitchen," he announced to no one, finding his way to the door and down the hall by memory. He forced his eyes to focus in on his phone. Midnight had long since come and gone, apparently. As had three messages from Wylan.

 


[my chemical romance]

 

flute blower: My parents and Thea were at the show. I'm going to check in on them

flute blower: If you need anything from me let me know

flute blower: I love you.


    Great.

 

    Jesper trudged into the kitchen, not bothering to turn the light on. He opened the door to the fridge, squinting at the shelves, before finally just picking up one of Matthias's stupid protein shakes and draining it in just a couple of sips. He shut the door, coming face to face with his own reflection.

 

    "Hello," Inej said, lowering the knife.

 

    "Welcome back," Jesper said flatly.

 

    "You're in a jovial mood."

 

    "You, too."

 

    "I'm actually faring decently," Inej said, slipping down off of the counter she'd been sitting on.

 

    "Right." Jesper narrowed his eyes, focusing in the moonlight at the objects in her hands and the blades scattered across the counter. "Sharpening knives at five in the morning is a hobby, then?"

 

    "Yes." He felt her arms wrap around him tightly, and he returned the embrace. "I'm afraid for him, Jesper."

 

    "Nikolai? We all are."

 

    "Kaz." She squeezed tighter, then let go.

 

    "Me, too." Jesper studied her for a moment, curious as to whether she'd continue.

 

    "How are your eyes?" she asked carefully.

 

    Evidently not. "They hurt, but they work. Kind of." He felt her hands on his face, and he forced his eyes to focus in on hers, offering a smile. She didn't return it.

 

    "Did you see him?"

 

    "Who?"

 

    "Nikolai. When Alina… got rid of it."

 

    "I didn't." Jesper pulled away, tossing the protein shake's container in the garbage. "I couldn't see." He started toward the doorway, but his phone rang. Wylan.

 

     Kaz's face appeared in the doorway as Jesper answered the phone. "Hello?"

 

    "I need to talk to you and Kaz. And anyone else who's around."

 

    "You've got us, Wy. What's up?" Jesper put it on speaker, setting it down on the table. Kaz turned back toward Zoya and Matthias, jerking his head for them to join the others in the kitchen.

 

    "Thea saw Nikolai." Wylan was quiet for a moment. "He was getting into a car with Vasily. He had wings and claws made of shadow, she said, and the driver was a dark haired man with a scowl. My mother thinks she might have been seeing things, overactive imagination or the same problems that Alys has. I don't know where they went. But Nikolai's alive, and it sounds like he's in control."

 

    Kaz was staring at the table, his scheming face finally back after the coldly contained panic of earlier. "Inej, search online for any paranormal sightings since the show and where they might lead."

 

    "Why didn't I fucking look up paranormal sightings–" Jesper started, and Kaz interrupted him.

 

    "Because the paranormal sighting relevant to everyone else in Ketterdam is Alina Starkov's light show."

    "You need sleep, Kaz," Matthias said. "Let one of us chase the lead–"

 

    "Like hell I will," he snarled, walking out of the room.

 

    Jesper picked up his phone, taking it off of speaker. "How are they doing? Was anyone hurt in the attack?"

 

    "Alys was knocked unconscious when someone tried to push her aside to get to the exit," Wylan answered evenly. "She knocked into Thea, but Thea and my mum are alright. I'm going to stay here, if that's okay."

 

    "Of course it is." Jesper dragged a hand down his face. "I love you. I'll see you soon."

 

    "Don't go after him, Jes," Wylan pleaded suddenly. "Let them. Stay with Nina, or–"

 

    "He's my best friend."

    "Jesper."

 

    "Wylan. My eyes are working just fine." A lie. "I'll be more useful helping get him back than I would be as a nursemaid."

 

    Silence.

 

    "Look, Inej won't let me do anything too dangerous, alright?"

 

    "She's being dangerous enough. How much has she slept tonight?"

 

    "How much have any of us slept?"

 

    Silence.

 

    "I love you, Wylan."

 

    "I know. I love you, too." Jesper could see in his mind's eye that pinched expression, when he was doing something he knew was stupid and Wylan knew he couldn't stop him. Resignation. "Just… come back to me."

 

    "I will."

 

    Kaz returned, keys in hand, and was studying Inej's phone screen with her. "Udova," he said quietly. "Those are all along the route to Udova."

 

    "And four hours old," Inej added. "He could be anywhere by now."

 

    "But he won't be." Kaz tucked his cane under his arm, starting toward the door. "In Udova, there's a large estate that belongs to the Lantsovs. Would've been a duchy back when their ancestors held the crown of Old Ravka. That's where he's taken them."

    "And if you're wrong?" Zoya asked. "Your ratty ass car will not make it to Udova."

 

    Kaz looked at Inej, ignoring Zoya. "Are you coming?"

    Inej was quiet for a moment. "She's right, Kaz. It won't make it."

 

    "Nor would yours. I'll steal one, I don't give a fuck. Are you coming or not?"

 

    "My bike would be much faster," Zoya said evenly.

 

    "It doesn't seat three," he snapped. "And I'm not riding behind you all the way to Udova."

 

    "Go alone, then."

 

    The room went quiet. Jesper frowned at the implication. Was Zoya offering Kaz use of her motorcycle?

 

    Kaz dropped his key on the table, then walked out of the room. Jesper heard his steps on the stairs as he disappeared into his room.

 

    "The rest of us will take my car," Zoya announced. "Helvar, you'll stay with Nina?" He nodded. "Good. You'll keep your hands to yourself, Fahey. Don't touch anything in there."

    "I would never."

 

    "Right."

 

    Kaz returned, a feathered helmet tucked under his arm, a leather jacket draped over it, and not only leather pants but motorcycle boots on his feet. Jesper whistled as Kaz held his hand out for the key.

 

    "Glad you're feeling better," Kaz snapped at Jesper, as Zoya handed him the keys.

 

    "Crash my bike, and I will strike you with lightning."

 

    "I do have some experience." Kaz's hand lingered for a moment, then he offered his cane, hilt first. "I'll assume you're intending to follow. Bring that."

 

    "I'll be right behind you," she replied, taking it.

 

    Kaz turned and left the room, tugging the helmet on and strapping it.

 

    "He gave you his cane," Jesper said, almost reverently.

 

    Zoya stared at it for a long moment. "Yes. Let's go."

 

    Jesper and Inej exchanged a glance before following.

Chapter 64: LXIV

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    Nikolai came to with a start. His back hurt. As if it had been carved to pieces. The room was silent, dark, and he stared into the shadows as though they would speak.

 

     Kaz, they chanted. Anger, fear, pain. Vasily. Nikolai, please. Kaz.

 

    He needed these chains off. The cuffs at his wrists, the clunky metal clasped around his neck. All of it. The shadowy claws dug into his palms, but that was all that they could do. He tried to pull his hands in, to work on the cuffs with some level of autonomy, but as his muscles flexed pain raced through his skin and he hit his knees.

 

     Well, he came close to hitting his knees. The chains held him up, straining his back further. He could feel tears streaming down his face, and a horrible shriek echoed around the room. He shut his mouth as he realized it was coming from him.

 

    The door opened, and he locked eyes with Louis. Some part of him scrambled to get as far as the chains would let him, pressing against the wall and pulling frantically away from his touch.

 

    "Fear." Louis stared at him, fingers tightly locking Nikolai's jaw in place, pushing him against the wall in the chains' grasp. "Vasily was afraid, Nikolai. You have to understand. You tried to fly at him, to attack him. I had to do this. You understand, don't you? To keep Vasily safe."

 

    Nikolai couldn't breathe. The wall was bare and rough against the gaping wounds in his back, Louis's proximity was overwhelming the demon with fear and hunger. Get away.

 

     "Kaz would understand," Louis said knowingly. "If it were Vasily that had to be chained to keep you safe. He would not hesitate. Vasily wanted you here, safe, with us. There will be more attacks, you see. The Grisha do not appreciate what your family has done to oppress them. They're going after your family. The Lantsov name traces back to before Kerch's island was moved. They caused the outbreak in the Grisha. That was a primitive version of the drug Alina Starkov was dosed with, you know. It flooded you. There is no longer a difference between you and the shadow beast. I tried to cut it away, but there is too much throughout you." He let go of Nikolai's face, stepping back. "When the Grisha come to search, you will be here. I cannot move you. I will be taking Vasily to safety." He sighed, almost sounding sorry. "They will be led by the Starless Saint's most loyal priest. Perhaps he will do something for your affliction." He turned to leave, and Nikolai could see, hanging over the window, blocking any light that might come through.

 

    His own wings, carved from his muscles and draped like tapestries.

 

    He curled forward and vomited, choking on the chain at his throat. Kaz. Please.

 

 



[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

elementary dropout: There is nothing outside. The car is not here. I will check indoors, but Inej, tell Zoya to continue on. Find out if there are any hints of them farther north.

 

knife wife: alright





    Kaz left his helmet on the bike as he walked up to the huge double door of the manor. He pulled it open, staring at the massive entryway that greeted him. Directly ahead was a staircase that split at the center, with the largest chandelier he'd ever seen hanging over it. Many doors led off from the entryway downstairs, and it seemed as though twice as many were upstairs. He internally chided himself for not having at least one of the others stay behind to search with him, perhaps gotten his cane from Zoya, but let it go and stepped to the first door, knife in hand.

 

    A screech echoed through the manor, and Kaz raced up the stairs to the room it originated from. He yanked the door open, staring into the gloom. The sun had risen, but the heavy curtains kept any light from coming in. He fumbled for a light switch, and as the room flooded with light, he started forward.

 

    Nikolai knelt in a puddle, a bat between his teeth. Chains held him up by the neck and wrists, and as Kaz looked more closely, he saw that the puddle was a disgusting mixture of sick, blood, and ink. Nikolai pressed backward against the wall as Kaz moved closer, whimpering as he picked the cuffs open. As soon as he was free, he'd streaked past Kaz so quickly he was almost a blur, the bat disappearing into a corner.

 

    Nikolai stared at him, eyes wide with terror.

 

    "Kaz," he whispered.

 

    Kaz didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer. He stepped closer, and Nikolai backed away, through the doorway. Kaz raced forward, wincing at the pain in his leg, as Nikolai hit the railing and nearly fell over it. Kaz caught hold of his wrist, yanking him away from the edge. Nikolai’s eyes flooded with dark rage for a moment, then faded, staring hopelessly at him.

 

    “I’m here,” Kaz said firmly, tightening his grip.

 

    Nikolai blinked, then spoke, his voice hoarse. “Is he gone?”

 

    “Who?”

 

    “Louis.”

 

     Of course. Kaz yanked his phone from his pocket.


[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

elementary dropout: Nikolai’s here

elementary dropout: You’re looking for Louis and Vasily

elementary dropout: They’re not here





    “I think so.” Kaz put his phone away. “I brought my clothes with me,” he added, bringing Nikolai downstairs with him. The first room he’d seen had been a kitchen of sorts, with a large sink. That would have to do. “You’re not wearing that to get home.” The Sturmhond costume had been scorched by Alina’s rays, torn by the shadow creature, and soaked in bile and blood. And that ink.

 

    “Okay.” Nikolai allowed himself to be brought down the stairs, watching the water run in silence.

 

    Kaz dug around until he found a cloth in a drawer, stripping his gloves off. “Take off the clothes,” he instructed, averting his eyes as Nikolai obeyed. As if it was anything he hadn’t seen before. He stepped closer, dampening the cloth and…

 

    Offering it. He couldn’t stand to touch right now. Not with so many fluids that needed cleaning off, not if he wanted to— comfort him?

 

    Kaz Brekker, you’ve gone damn soft.

 

    The fact of the matter was, Kaz couldn’t bring himself to touch Nikolai right now. Even with the damp cloth as a barrier. Perhaps especially with it. Nikolai finished cleaning himself, reaching forward to rinse the cloth again and Kaz gripped the counter hard.

 

     His back, the entirety of it, was streaked with ribbons of blood, still streaming from the horrific wounds at his shoulder blades. Where his wings should have been.

 

    Kaz forced himself to take the cloth, gently wiping away the blood. Nikolai was silent, but his shoulders shook with repressed pain.

 

    “I’m going to get you home,” Kaz promised quietly. “I have Zoya’s bike—”

 

    “I can’t drive,” Nikolai forced out.

 

    “I’m not asking you to.” Kaz kept pressure on the wounds, thinking through how to bandage them enough to keep his arms functional, to make him able to hold on long enough to get home. “How do you feel about handcuffs?”



Chapter 65: LXV

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[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

knife wife: no sign of them, Kaz

 

himbo: Kaz says to come back, then. Nikolai is here.

 

knife wife: Okay

 




    It had been the shock of Matthias's life, quite frankly, to watch Kaz pull up with Nikolai handcuffed to him. He walked outside as Kaz unlocked the cuffs, propping the door open. He hoped the breeze wouldn't go through and put out the fire he had going in the living room.

 

    "Take him," Kaz ordered, letting Nikolai's weight drop from his back. Matthias hurried to catch him, lifting him easily. Kaz parked properly, pocketing the key and walking past him. "Set him on the couch. Where's Nina?"

    Matthias followed. "Still in bed. She is recovering–"

 

    "Not anymore." Kaz rapped on her door, and Matthias winced. He could hear their arguing, though he couldn't make out the words, as he went to set Nikolai down. The moment his friend's back brushed the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around Matthias's shoulders, pulling himself as far from the couch as he possibly could.

 

    Matthias opted for seating himself on the couch and letting Nikolai cling to him, supporting him without touching his back.

 

    Kaz returned, his expression stormy. Nina trailed after him, her eyes landing and staying on Nikolai. "I can't even hear his heartbeat," she insisted.

 

     "Fix him."

 

     "I can't!"

 

    Kaz dug around in a cabinet, emerging with bandages, ointments, and all sorts of things Matthias hadn't seen the likes of since he'd been in the Ice Court. "Come here," he ordered Nikolai, who carefully shifted himself away from Matthias and onto his feet.

 

    Matthias only then realized that Kaz's shirt, soaked with blood, was wrapped and tied tightly across Nikolai's back.

 

    The pair of them sat down in front of the fire, as Kaz peeled the shirt away and started properly caring for the gaping wounds on Nikolai's shoulder blades. Wylan had mentioned wings, but evidently they were not there anymore.

 

    "I want to see Vasily," Nikolai said pathetically, his voice so rough it was hardly audible.

 

    "Vasily isn't here," Kaz said firmly.

 

    "I need to apologize."

 

    "What the hell do you expect to apologize to him for?" Kaz snapped.

 

    "I scared him."

 

    Kaz was silent for a long moment. Matthias felt like an intruder, almost, but didn't dare move, lest he startle Nikolai and cause him more pain. When Kaz did speak, his words were gentle, his voice soft, but there was a dangerous edge of malice that Matthias didn't miss.

 

    "I'll pass the message," Kaz said, his lockpick's fingers so careful. He pulled his gloves back on. "There is ointment for your bruises. Helvar or Nina can help you with it, if you need them to."

 

    Nikolai took the small box, turning around and leaning sideways against the bricks of the fireplace as he gingerly opened the ointment and began to apply it to the bruises around his wrists. "We'll have to change our nicknames," he said.

 

    "What?"

 

    "In the chat." Nikolai looked up through his lashes, a small smile on his face. "Escape artists. You're not the only knapsack anymore."

 

    Kaz stiffened.

 

    "But, to be fair, you can't be secret keeper." Nikolai looked back down at his hands, closing the box. "That's my job."

 

    Matthias averted his eyes as Kaz reached forward, taking hold of the hand that had the ointment on it to move it up to put it on the bruises on Nikolai's neck. "I can keep secrets," he said softly.






[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

merchling: Alys is doing better. I'm coming home

 

bangbangbi: YES

bangbangbi: someone help me convince zoya to stop for waffles

 

himbo: I will pay for them.

 

bangbangbi: FUCK YEAH SHE SAID YES

 

himbo: If I had realized that would be all it would take, I would have offered sooner.

 

bangbangbi: matty if you put up a standing offer to buy us all waffles i would kiss you

bangbangbi: with tongue

 

merchling: Try it and die

neens: try it and die

 

bangbangbi: hot

 

himbo: Nina, I love you.

 

merchling: Nina how are you

 

neens: feel like i got hit by a truck

neens: kaz is mad i cna't fix nikolai

neens: so the usual

neens: can't*

 

bangbangbi: ninaaaaaaaaaa i miss you

 

neens: you just saw me yesterday

 

bangbangbi: yeah

bangbangbi: but we've all nearly died since then

bangbangbi: anyway what's the eta on kaz's rage

 

himbo: I do not know. He has not slept. Nikolai has slept on the floor in front of the fire.

 

neens: saints matthias you could give him the couch

 

himbo: He gets cold too far from it.

himbo: I suspect there is a problem related to the shadows still there.

 

bangbangbi: damn so kaz is just ignoring the chat i guess

 

himbo: He is.

 

neens: half the time i wonder if he has it muted

 

elementary dropout: I do not.

elementary dropout: My condolences if I have more pressing concerns than whether Zoya will purchase waffles.

 

bangbangbi: sorry kaz




[bicons]

 

king: waffles are here

 

queen: i love you.

 

king: also i'm here

king: and the platonic love of your life

 

queen: how dare you call inej platonic

queen: she is my goddess

queen: she'd say that's blasphemous

 

king: yes she would

king: you're right tho

 

queen: i know i am 😌




[knife enthusiasts]

 

Inej: do you and Nikolai want any waffles?

 

Kaz: Maybe.

Kaz: Would you mind bringing a plate with some fruit ones?

 

Inej: ofc

 


 

    That evening, Nikolai woke at the sound of the door opening to find himself barricaded in the living room by several slumbering people. Matthias and Nina were stretched across the couch, Jesper sprawled in the chair under the window, Inej and Zoya had made a nest of sorts, and Kaz had slumped against the brick of the fireplace, the leather of his jacket bunched up where he'd slid slightly and his cane clutched tightly between his hands.

 

    "Did I wake you?" Wylan whispered from the doorway.

 

    "No," Nikolai lied, forcing himself to his feet and repressing the shiver that stole through him as he moved away from the fire. "Just needed the toilet."

 

    Wylan looked at him for a long moment, silent.

 

    "I'm sorry I didn't do more," he said, eyes flicking to Kaz. "I saw the car. I was so focused on Jesper, I didn't even consider–"

 

    Nikolai waved his hand. Shut. Up. Please. He stumbled to the doorway, narrowly avoiding stepping on Zoya's ankle. "Nothing to apologize for." Vasily. Things were starting to return. Vasily's terrified face, the way Louis had blown up when Nikolai scratched his brother. His claws, out of control, the hunger, forcing the demon down, Louis forcing him down, chaining his throat, the cleaver hacking–

 

     Wylan's arms tight around him, helping him down the hall to the toilet, where he heaved and spat and nothing came up. His chest ached, where the Darkling had stabbed him and flooded him with shadows. His wings throbbed, his claws dug into the ceramic, and his face was so wet. Why the fuck was it wet.

 

    A tissue came and wiped the wetness away, before it was replaced by more. When he'd quit heaving, Wylan sat down on the tile, pulling Nikolai against himself. He wiped the wetness away again, stroking his fingers through Nikolai's hair and that feels good.

 

     The demon was talking again. But it was calm, curling into Wylan's embrace in the cold bathroom. Nikolai felt a rumble in his throat and let it be there, felt Wylan's amusement before he spoke. "Are you purring?" Wylan asked incredulously.

 

    Nikolai shrugged.

 

    Wylan laughed, lightly, and Nikolai winced at first as it shifted the bandages, then relaxed more.

 

     Home, the demon purred. Kaz. All the others. Here. Home.

 

     Nikolai was inclined to agree.

Chapter 66: LXVI

Notes:

Seven hours until Pride.

three chapters until smut.

shake me by the shoulders if you'd like :)

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[escape artists]

 

knapsack: Where are you.

 

secret keeper: bathroom

secret keeper: wylan's here too

 

knapsack: Okay.

knapsack: Do you want to be by yourself, do you want me there, or do you want to be done in there?

 

secret keeper: idk

secret keeper: hang on






    Kaz gathered the first aid items that had scattered, watching anxiously as Nikolai made his way back into the living room alone, easing himself back down in front of the fire. Inej stirred, but otherwise the others all stayed asleep. Wylan did not join them.

 

    "I would like to re-bandage your shoulders," he informed Nikolai, who grimaced.

 

    "I would like you not to," he replied, but shifted to allow him anyway.

 

    The wounds were healing faster than they should have. The bandages were still soaked in the bloody ink as Kaz changed them, and he frowned, looking closer.

 

    It wasn't ink. It was living shadow. Kaz grimaced, continuing to bandage them.

 

    "I think I bit Vasily," Nikolai whispered, horror in his voice.

 

    "He probably deserved it," Kaz replied.

 

    "Not that." Nikolai reached up, and Kaz's stomach dropped when he realized his claws were at a trajectory to itch at the bandages. He caught hold of Nikolai's wrists, pulling him against himself without a second thought. Nikolai's breath stopped for a moment, then resumed as he relaxed further against Kaz.

 

    "I'm going to find Louis," Kaz promised.

 

    "Good." Nikolai sank into him further, and Kaz realized he was still wearing the stupid motorcycle jacket.

 

    "Is the zipper bothering you?" he asked, not sure what he'd do about it if it did. His shirts were all upstairs, after all. He might be able to shift the jacket to where it would be just between them, not letting the zipper dig into Nikolai's skin, but then his back would be bare and if someone brushed against him–

 

    Nikolai had spoken. Kaz had not heard him at all. "What?"

 

    "It is not," Nikolai repeated, looking up at him. "Are you alright?"

 

    Kaz scoffed. "I'm fine. I haven't been temporarily blinded, or tortured, or hit with drugs, or nearly had my head cut off, or…" He shut himself up. "I'm fine."

 

     Nikolai stared at him. "Okay," he finally agreed, but he didn't stop looking.

 

    "What are you looking at?" Kaz asked, his tone harsher than he intended.

 

    "You." Nikolai sounded almost reverent, the shadows bleeding away from his fingers, from his eyes, until it was just Nikolai, eyes bluer than the sea and his hands looking as though they'd been dipped in ink, but they were his hands. Not the claws of the shadows, just his hands. His nails as carefully manicured as he'd always kept them before the Darkling's attack, the veins outlined in shadows but clearly his. Scars, but not affliction.

 

    Kaz knew he could end up across the room, vomiting into Inej's dracaena, but for some reason he brought Nikolai's hand to his lips anyway, gently brushing a kiss across each knuckle.

 

    "You found me," Nikolai whispered.

 

    "Yes."

 

    "You came for me."

 

    "Yes."

 

    "You brought me home."

 

    Kaz was silent as Nikolai's hand curled against his cheek, almost caressing in its touch. "I lied."

 

    "What?" Nikolai's hand froze.

 

    "I'll always be here." Kaz looked away, into the flames. "I told you not to leave again, that I might not be here when you returned. I will. I'll find you, and you'll be back here."

 

    Nikolai sat up, twisting around, then there were hands at Kaz's collar, and he was sober, and there was a breath against his skin, before the gap was closed and it was Nikolai's lips against his, Nikolai's hand cupping his jaw, Nikolai's tongue coaxing his lips open, warm and alive and nothing like the chill of a rainy night.

 

    Kaz shivered as Nikolai's tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, Nikolai's teeth tugged ever so gently at his lip, and fuck.

 

    He pulled back, his head reeling. There was a reason for it. Nikolai's face was flushed, his eyes bright, and Kaz could not for the life of himself remember why he had pulled away.

Chapter 67: LXVII

Notes:

6 hours until Pride.

2 chapters until Smut.

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    Wylan woke up to the noise of someone knocking on the front door and found himself deeply regretting the way he'd slept, propped up on the floor of the bathroom with his head against the counter and his shoulder wedged between it and the wall. He hauled himself to his feet, shoving a hand through his wild curls before making his way to the front door before whoever it was woke those in the living room.

 

    The last thing he'd expected to find was Jesper's father standing on the front steps.

 

    "I'm here to see my sons," Colm said firmly, peering past him. "Where are Jesper and Kaz?"

 

    "Inside," Wylan answered, observing the hat twisted harshly between his hands. "I'll get them for you–"

 

    "No need," Kaz said stonily from behind Wylan. "I'm right here."

 

    Colm rushed past Wylan, and in a move that would've landed anyone else knocked unconscious by a crow headed cane, enveloped Kaz in a deathly tight hug.

 

    Kaz looked like he might either be sick or murder someone, but he didn't pull away. "I'm fine," he said coldly.

 

    "I saw in the news that a Grisha in Stormbound Hearts cast had been drugged," Colm said rapidly. "I wasn't sure who–"

 

    "It was Alina Starkov." Kaz extricated himself from Colm's embrace, smoothing his jacket. "Was that all?" He ignored Colm's attempt to continue, turning toward the door to the living room. "Excellent. I have things to attend to. I'll send Jesper to speak with you." Wylan heard a thump and Jesper's muffled protest as Colm turned to face him.

 

     "I want to know what happened," Jesper's father said severely. "Not the fabricated, watered down version they're about to try to give me. I don't want it right now, but soon."

 

    Wylan looked away, avoiding the fatherly anxiety in Colm's gaze. "They'll tell you the truth, sir."

 

    "Some of it, probably." Colm grinned as Kaz returned to the hallway. "I know my sons."

 

    Kaz looked murderous, as though he were about to say something to the contrary, but seemed to think better of it as he turned to climb the stairs and Jesper appeared.

 

    "What are you doing here, Da?" Jesper asked, blinking in the light from the hall lamp.

 

    "I got on a plane as quickly as I could," Colm said evenly. "I heard you visited the mainland."

 

    Jesper went pink. "I–"

 

    "I know why." Colm walked into the kitchen, dropping his hat on the table. His hair was grayer than Wylan had last seen him, anxious lines having carved their way into his face. Wylan found himself feeling remorseful about Colm's apparent worry as the man put water on to boil, digging milk out of the fridge and setting packets of hot chocolate and marshmallows on the counter from his own coat. "But I'd love for you to tell me."

 

    Jesper and Wylan exchanged a look. Jesper sank into one of the chairs, staring silently at Colm's hat.

 

    Wylan wondered at how the Faheys had gotten so caught up in such dangerous circles. Honestly, it had likely begun when Inej had joined their little group. Jesper had told Wylan about it, how Kaz and Jordie had been their own world, interacting with Colm when they had to but otherwise keeping to themselves, until the three of them had built the treehouse with lumber Colm got for them. Then, Inej had appeared, and it was the four of them, even though sometimes Jordie and Kaz would go off and do their own things, Jesper and Inej stuck near each other, the boys giddy for the secret. Jordie had found a lead on Inej's problems in Ketterdam, Kaz had sweet talked Colm into taking a trip north, and it had all gone sideways. Inej and Kaz had done a secret stakeout, finding Jakob Hertzoon, and then Jordie and Kaz had broken in.

 

    Jordie had been murdered in the street for trying to protect Inej, and Kaz seemed to have taken it upon himself to be the heir to the duty, taking on more and more people to watch over, filling the Slat and his life, yet keeping himself distant from all of them. He'd found Anika, Pim, and Roeder, though Wylan thought he'd heard from someone that they'd gone on a trip of some sort. He'd found Nina and Zoya, Grisha who so vehemently disagreed with their former leader that they'd risked dying to his shadow monsters rather than stand by him. He'd found Nikolai through Jesper's theatre exploits, a brilliant idiot with a heart of gold, and he'd found Wylan.

 

    What could Wylan say of himself? He couldn't read, he'd murdered his own flesh and blood, he couldn't even stay here because holy shit, Jesper had nearly lost everything, including his life, and all Wylan had done was pick up the phone and steer him about like a horse on a lead.

 

    Jesper started from the beginning and told Colm everything, as his father prepared and served the hot chocolate. From the fire Kuwei might have started, to the attack against that Healer, to the emerald heist and the party (he omitted a lot of details), Nina and Matthias's disappearance and the accident that nearly killed Nikolai's understudy, Thea's kidnapping, Nikolai's undercover operation (though Jesper did not mention that Nikolai was Sturmhond), the attack by the Fabrikator who'd tried to kill Kaz, Nikolai being swallowed by the nichevo'ya, their trip to Os Alta, Kaz locating Louis, the jurda parem job, what they'd gathered about Piet Hoede's and Louis's intentions, Kuwei's betrayal, and Nikolai's current state.

 

    Colm looked grave. "I believe I met Dr. Yul-Bayur," he said, eyes on his drink. "He attended one of the shows your group put on. When his sons were in the cast and crew. He asked me to work with him on a way to use jurda not only as a stimulant, but as an enhancement, like the amplifiers the Grisha used before the sickness."

 

    Kaz picked up one of the hot chocolate mugs. Wylan hadn't even noticed him enter the room.

 

    "How is your work going?" Colm asked evenly.

 

    Kaz shrugged.

 

    "He's trying to find out where Louis took Vasily," Jesper supplied helpfully, ignoring Kaz's glare.

 

    Colm changed the subject. "How is Inej?"

 

    "She's fine," said Kaz.

 

    Silence.

 

    "I brought some things from home," Colm said quietly. "I could make jurda stew–"

 

     "No." Kaz's posture went rigid, his glare sharp and directed at Colm now. "No jurda."

 

    "Did someone say something about jurda?" Nina asked, walking into the kitchen with forced ease. She looked exhausted.

 

    "No."

 

    Nina pouted. Colm offered her a mug, but she turned her nose up, staring at them all for a moment longer before sighing. "Inej is awake. She'll be in here in a moment. Welcome back, Mr. Fahey." She didn't wait for a reply before leaving the room.

 

    "Is she alright?" Colm asked Kaz.

 

    "She was dosed with the drug, too," Kaz admitted into his hot chocolate. "My focus slipped. I made the wrong call. They all worked to get themselves out of it."

 

    "While you were at the Druskelle base," Colm observed.

 

    "Yes."

 

    Silence.

 

    When Inej sat down in the chair beside Kaz's, Wylan truly felt like an intruder. It was Colm and his children, his concerned expression for their wellbeing.

 

    Colm sighed and set his mug down. "How many more times are the three of you likely to nearly get yourselves killed before I reach my own grave?"

 

    Jesper grinned. "A lot, I hope. It's exciting."

 

    Kaz shrugged. "Depends on how soon you die."

 

    "Stop deflecting by being morbid," Inej scolded quietly.

 

    "Have you met Kaz?"

 

    So this was what a family looked like. Battered, bruised, missing pieces, but healthy. Loving. Close enough, at least.

 

    They'd stayed in the kitchen the rest of the morning, talking and researching and scouring the internet for any trace of Nikolai's brother. Wylan felt like a ghost throughout the rest of the week, moving between his mother and sister at the hospital, the living room where Nikolai slept like the dead, Nina's room where Matthias stood sentinel and Nina pleaded nonsense for something she couldn't have, and the kitchen, the table scattered with papers and electronics and maps and photos.

 

    He drove by the theater, once, on his way to the hospital, his curiosity getting the best of him. When he walked into the building, ducking under crime scene tape and slipping kruge to the officer on duty, his stomach dropped as he looked through the double doors into the auditorium.

 

    The curtains were burned away, the color bleached from the set and stage. Even the figurehead from the Volkvolny, the beautiful wolf that Wylan had painted himself, had lost all its color and was nothing but white wood, as though it had lain in the sun for fifty years.

 

     Alina Starkov. Considering Nina's current state, Wylan wondered how Alina herself fared. Whether the tracker sat at her bedside like Matthias did, or if she had found a way to get her own fresh dose of the drug. Wylan shuddered, wondering what might have happened if Jesper had taken any by accident.

 

     Or on purpose, he reminded himself. Nina took it willingly, to save the others. Maybe Alina knew.

 

    Looking at the devastation here, Wylan couldn't imagine how someone could bring themselves to be the cause. Except, hadn't Kuwei done this before? He'd been implicated as the cause of the fire that had cut Demon in the Wood short. He'd been dismissed from Nikolai's troupe once, for nearly this exact thing, and what he'd done when he'd returned…

 

    Wylan made a decision. The others could focus their efforts on Louis and Vasily all they wanted, but he would find Kuwei Yul-Bo. The image of his father's face, contorted with surprise and pain as Wylan's chemical weevil ate away at him until there wasn't even a body to be dug up, flashed in his mind. That had been quick, but Kuwei's cruel grip of fear that had latched onto the Crows' hearts would need to be removed. Cruel, Jan Van Eck had once called him, when he'd said one word about his father knocking up a girl his own age. What do you know about love?

 

    You failed to teach it to me, Father. I was dealt a cruel hand. Time to play it.

Notes:

YESSSS MURDEROUS WYLAN

"we could wake them up?" MY ASS BE YOUR BEAUTIFUL COLD CALCULATING SCHEMING SELF

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Chapter 68: LXVIII

Notes:

one hour until pride

one chapter till smut

happy june, fag <3

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Chapter Text

    After that first night, Nikolai found a sort of routine. Sleeping by the fire at night, days spent anxiously awaiting the return of the demon, hoping it wouldn't choose to hurt one of his friends when it did. The Faheys and Inej searched for any trace of his brother and their captor, Wylan was present for some time but gone longer to visit his family in the hospital, Zoya sat in turn at Inej's side at the table or astride her bike, chasing leads, and Matthias nursed Nina back to health.

 

    Kaz hovered. Staring over Inej's shoulder, sitting at his desk in his office to plot things he wouldn't tell any of them about, taking apart a watch Nikolai was certain had been stolen from his own pocket and putting it back together again.

 

    The eighth time Nikolai had woken, hardly able to move for the pain in his joints, Kaz had caught him by the shoulders, Colm his backup.

 

    "Sleep in a bed," Kaz had snarled. "You're treating your body like shit to sleep on the floor all the time."

 

    "Offering yours?" Nikolai had smirked, with energy he hadn't known he could muster. Colm didn't look nearly as horrified as he'd expected.

 

    "If that's what it takes."

 

    So they shared Kaz's bed. Ridiculously small, endlessly practical. Nikolai had plenty of time to observe the details of Kaz's room, of which there weren't many. A dresser, his desk, a shelf (with more inventions, Nikolai noticed, that he'd thought had gone missing in years past), and a small wardrobe, undoubtedly for storage of the damn pressed suits he insisted on wearing.

 

    Kaz slept in sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt, Nikolai noticed. He'd ditched his gloves, surprisingly, and even more surprisingly he was actually sleeping. Nikolai found the soft sound of his breath immensely endearing. Nikolai would wager it was the comfort of having the Faheys and Inej safely within the same space, though Colm was staying in a motel a few blocks away at night. They were here, and Kaz didn't have to shoulder all coordination himself.

 

    He knew they'd talked about more than just his brother's disappearance. Kaz and Colm had spent four hours up here, one time, while Jesper and Nikolai sang along with Taylor Swift in the kitchen, sick of the fruitless digging and unable to sit still. Inej had fought a smile, Nina had crept downstairs to find out what the fuss was about, and Matthias had begrudgingly supported her in singing harmonies. When they'd returned, Kaz looked stony, but Colm's gaze landed on Nikolai with a level of intrigue that suggested he might know more about Nikolai's chaotic life than he'd cared to share. Nikolai had turned away to finish the song, face to face with Kaz as he sang,

 

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

And long, long live that look on your face

And bring on all the pretenders

One day, we will be remembered.



    Nikolai still hadn't fucking slept.

 

    The room felt small. The corners were too dim to see into well, and the only light came in through the window from the moon, which itself was just a sliver. Something felt as though it lurked, and the bandages still on his back itched, though the wounds didn't feel as painful to put pressure on. He stared at the small patch of pale moonlight on the ceiling, ignoring his heart rate's increase as Kaz shifted in his sleep, tucking himself further into the blanket as he rolled onto his side toward Nikolai. Barely a breath away from touching.

 

    His face was drowning in shadows, the moonlight barely touching the tips of his hair.

 

    Nikolai hit the floor, his breath in short gasps. He wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing tightly to try to stay quiet. Don't wake him. Kaz hadn't slept for shit in months, no need to keep him from getting decent sleep now. Nikolai's fingers dug into his own ribs, wrapping more tightly, reaching further, until he finally could reach the itch from the bandages. He pulled himself to his feet, forcing himself to get to the door and open it quietly, glancing back at Kaz once.

 

    Kaz's arm had reached across the empty space where Nikolai had been, his bare hand grasping at nothing.

 

    Nikolai shut the door behind himself as quietly as he could, slowly descending the stairs and going down the hallway into the kitchen, flicking lights on as he went. He refused to think about Kaz, reaching for him in the dark, or the stains he'd left on the side of the bed as he leaned against it. He dug through the refrigerator, tearing open and eating whatever smelled good.

 

    It wasn't until he held the empty package in his hand that he realized he'd eaten–-and enjoyed –raw chicken.

 

    He threw it in the direction of the trash, dragging his hands over his face. He stared into the fridge for a moment longer before shutting it, leaning his forehead against it. His stomach rolled as he covered his mouth, his fingers digging into his cheek as he kept himself from spilling everything he'd just eaten. What a waste.

 

     We are waste?

 

     No.

 

     Why did we leave Kaz?

 

     Because I cannot stand the dark.

 

     I am the dark.

 

    Can you stand me?

 

     Nikolai ignored the demon, sinking down in front of the fridge until it gave up on its questions and went silent while he stared up at the light, the song they'd sung in this room playing in his mind still.



I said, "Remember this moment"

In the back of my mind

The time we stood with our shaking hands

The crowds in stands went wild

 

We were the kings and the queens

And they read off our names

The night you danced like you knew our lives

Would never be the same

 

You held your head like a hero

On a history book page

It was the end of a decade

But the start of an age

 

Long live the walls we crashed through

All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made"

And bring on all the pretenders

One day, we will be remembered

 

I said, "Remember this feeling"

I passed the pictures around

Of all the years that we stood there

On the sidelines wishing for right now

 

We are the kings and the queens

You traded your baseball cap for a crown

When they gave us our trophies

And we held them up for our town

 

And the cynics were outraged

Screaming, "This is absurd"

'Cause for a moment, a band of thieves

In ripped up jeans got to rule the world

 

Long live the walls we crashed through

All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made"

And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid

 

Long live all the mountains we moved

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

I was screaming "Long live that look on your face"

And bring on all the pretenders

One day, we will be remembered

 

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

 

Will you take a moment?

Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

 

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children someday

When they point to the pictures

Please tell 'em my name.

 

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope. They. Shine.

 

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

 

Long, long live the walls we crashed through

How the kingdom lights shined just for me and you

And I was screaming, "Long live all the magic we made"

And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid

 

Singing, "Long live all the mountains we moved"

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

And long, long live that look on your face

And bring on all the pretenders

One day, we will be remembered



Notes:

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Chapter 69

Notes:

OBLIGATORY SMUT WARNING
THIS CONTAINS SMUT
IT IS HEATED AND AHHHH
KAZOLAI
KAZOLAI KAZOLAI KAZOLAI SMUT

anyway happy pride happy june be gay do crime all that bullshit i LOVE YOU EVERYONE WHO'S BEEN WITH ME THUS FAR ON THIS BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY and thanks to sunrise_BookNerd for helping write like half this fic

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    Kaz stirred, rolling into the cold, empty space in his bed.

 

    It shouldn't have been cold and empty.

 

    He startled awake, staring blearily into the dark. Fuck, he'd slept hard. Better than he'd slept in weeks, actually. Nikolai wasn't in the room anywhere, but he could see light under the door. He hauled himself from his bed, pulling the door open, and staring down the brightly lit steps to the kitchen doorway, where yet another light was on. He made his way down, holding on more tightly to the railing than he would've admitted to anyone, then finally stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

 

    The first thing he noticed was the empty chicken container on the floor beside the trash can. The second thing was Nikolai, still shirtless and bandaged, staring at the light with bleeding marks on his cheek. His arms were wrapped tightly around his torso, the shadow creature–

 

    Evidently, the shadow creature had taken hold of him again. One eye was entirely flooded with darkness, and anywhere his veins were near his skin Kaz could see shadows filling them. The claws had returned, digging into the bandages on his back, and he was humming. Long Live. Fuck him, fuck him to hell, Colm wasn't right, and he could take his Kaelish platitudes and–

 

    But this wasn't about Colm. It was about Nikolai, afraid of the dark and not waking Kaz. It was about Nikolai and the creature both staring up at the light, searching for a savior that had failed them both. Alina Starkov, my ass. They'd have to settle.

 

    "Nikolai," Kaz said finally, startled when Nikolai snapped to attention, his eyes clearing but none of the rest of the shadows receding. "Why are you on the floor?"

 

    "To fuck up my back more," Nikolai replied drily.

 

    Oh. "Wonderful. Thank you for leaving more space in my bed for myself to spread out."

 

    "You're welcome."

 

    Kaz stared at him. Nikolai's claws twitched, and Kaz wanted to take the words back. They'd been a lie. "I suppose if you're intentionally fucking up your back, I should not tell you to stop scratching your wounds."

 

    Nikolai pulled his hands free, his eyes returning to the light. "I was trying to be quiet," he said softly.

 

    "Sound did not wake me up." Truth.

 

    "I succeeded, then."

 

    "Yes." Kaz couldn't make himself stop staring. Why had he left?

 

     Nikolai looked at him again, curiosity in his face. "What did wake you?"

 

    "I was already awake." Lie.

 

    "You're an incredibly talented actor, then," Nikolai said, clearly unconvinced.

    "Thank you." Kaz studied him. He looked exhausted, but more energized by this conversation than he had since the Ice Court. "Why are you awake?"

 

    Nikolai was silent. Kaz waited. He wasn't sure how much time had elapsed by the time Nikolai next spoke. "I'm hungry," he admitted.

 

    There hadn't been any dishes anywhere. "Was the raw chicken not sufficient?" Kaz asked.

 

    "I was hungry," he corrected.

 

    "So why are you sitting on the floor and not back in bed?" A genuine question. Why the fuck was he here?

 

    "I didn't want to wake you by turning on the light."

 

     Fuck you. "Too late," Kaz said, stepping forward as he reached for the drawer with dishcloths in it. "I'm awake. Stand up." He ran the cloth under warm water, wringing it out and letting Nikolai have relative privacy as he got to his feet. "Come with me," he instructed, waiting until Nikolai was in the hall with him before he reached back to turn off the light in the kitchen. He made his way upstairs, waiting until Nikolai was in his room and turned the light on before switching off the stair light. "Sit."

 

    Nikolai sat down on the edge of the bed, watching apprehensively as Kaz approached him with the cloth in his hand. He gently wiped the blood from Nikolai's cheek, outwardly ignoring the shadows' recession but internally celebrating.

 

     Kaz Brekker, celebrating. There's a sight.

 

     Nikolai's hand hesitantly moved toward Kaz's face, and he let it. Nikolai's mouth opened, his gaze softening, then he promptly snapped it shut.

 

    "Thank you for lying to me," he said instead of whatever shit he'd been about to say.

 

    "Which time?"

 

    Nikolai smirked. "When you said you wouldn't be here."

 

     Oh. "You're welcome." Kaz resisted the urge to lean into Nikolai's touch, minding the claws that had been there just a few minutes ago. "You should go to sleep."

 

    "I don't want to."

 

    "Why?"

 

    "The others aren't around," Nikolai whispered, looking slightly embarrassed.

 

    Shit. "Are you lonely?" Kaz asked. Of course he would be. A week in the living room, in front of the fire, whoever all coming and going because none of them slept correctly.

 

    "No." Nikolai looked away for a moment, then back at Kaz, more assertively. "You… ignore me, a little bit, when they're around. If being awake now is when I have your attention, I would prefer not to be asleep."

 

    Easier for him to say. He'd been with Amanda. One of the most obvious people about her affection and attraction that Kaz had ever met. Zoya? Very vocal, comfortable with public displays of sexuality, affection aside. "I don't want anyone to see us… closer than normal." Colm. He'd asked enough questions as it was, uncomfortable ones Kaz didn't want to answer. About safety. Kaz had spent enough time in Ketterdam he was pretty sure he could give him a lecture about safe sex, and he hadn't even participated – Nikolai had dropped his hand. Shit. "I don't want them staring."

 

    "They all have their own problems," Nikolai said. "They're not likely to stare. Matthias even quit making an odd face when Wylan and Jesper kiss around him."

 

    "It's still weird and it makes me uncomfortable," Kaz reiterated. What was it Nikolai couldn't get? He'd seen enough animals go at it in Lij, he saw plenty more than he wanted to any time he had to be on West Stave, he'd learned way too much finding evidence against some of Inej's attackers. He didn't need other people thinking about what he might be doing.

 

    "It's not weird," Nikolai was saying defensively. "I'm sorry I make you uncomfortable by being affectionate. I've seen people just short of fucking in public, I assure you that the friends who trust you enough to sleep in the same room as you are not secretly thinking being queer is disgusting."

 

    Oh.

 

    Oh, shit.

 

     "All physical affection is weird," Kaz clarified. "I don't care who's doing it."

 

     Nikolai's eyes widened. "I thought… I'm sorry."

 

    "What did you think I meant?" Homophobia. noun. Dislike of or prejudice against gay people.

 

     "I thought you were having reservations about a… homosexual relationship."

 

    "Are you bothered by being in a homosexual relationship?" Kaz asked. Fuck.

 

    "No," Nikolai said emphatically.

 

    "Okay."

 

    Nikolai was silent, but Kaz could see the thoughts stirring behind his eyes. "Louis said you'd understand," he said finally.

 

    "Understand what?" How had they gotten to the subject of Louis?

 

    "His actions. Chaining the demon and cutting my wings away to keep my brother safe from it. If it were reversed, if he had to be chained for my sake."

 

     Fuck Louis Petrov. But Louis had a point. Having met Vasily, there wasn't much Kaz wouldn't have done to keep Nikolai safe from him, had the need arisen. "I do understand," Kaz said coldly. "Unfortunately for him, he misunderstood what would happen to him once I found you."

 

    Nikolai put his hand back, and this time Kaz didn't resist the urge to lean into his touch. "Spare his life," Nikolai pleaded. "For Vasily's sake. Please."

 

      No. "He mutilated you and called it protection, when you had put yourself on the line to ask me to find him. I didn't give a shit about Vasily's sake then, and I don't now. I found him for you, and he chose to ruin that. He aided in stealing my chance to cure you. He gets no mercy from my hand."

 

    Nikolai stared up at him, and this time, Kaz had no wish to take his words back. He'd say them again, and again, if only Nikolai would look like this for one more moment.

 

    "Does it bother you that they know we… kissed? Inebriated or not? Would it bother you if they knew I'd kissed you sober?"

 

     Yes. "Louis could use one of us against–"

 

    "I mean the Crows." Nikolai looked away. "Of course Louis's knowledge bothers you. It bothers me. The demon made the connection of Louis being 'Vasily's Kaz'. You're mine, he's his, and the demon knows. Louis's knowledge worried me the entire time I was chained."

 

    Oh. The shadow creature thought of him as–

 

    "It bothers me a little bit."

 

    "Does it bother you when they don't know?"

 

    "Yes. Because they imagine the things we aren't doing."

 

    "Would it be so terrible if we were doing those things?" Nikolai asked, shifting forward slightly. How had they gotten so close to one another?

 

    "No. But I don't want them knowing."

 

    "Contrary to popular belief, I don't tell my friends every detail of my life. I'll keep any secrets you would prefer that I keep."

 

     "Everything relating to me."

 

    "It might be a bit late for that. You already told Inej about the hotel."

 

    "Everything you're going to learn by continuing a relationship with me," Kaz amended.

 

    "Which things will I learn that I don't already know?"

 

    "I'm not sure."

 

    Nikolai dropped his hand, catching hold of Kaz's. His skin was smooth where it had scarred, like silk. He brushed his fingertips over the inside of Kaz's bare wrist.

 

    Kaz forgot how to think.

 

    Nikolai lifted their hands, brushing a kiss over that spot. "Things like this?" he asked.

 

    "Yes."

 

    Nikolai stayed still for a moment, then used his grip to pull Kaz even closer. "I want you to kiss me," he said quietly.

 

    "Do you?"

 

    "Yes. I also want you to want to kiss me. Every time we've gotten close, or our lips have met, it's been at my initiation."

 

    Someone needed to kill this boy for how disgustingly romantic he could make the most vulgar things sound. "I do want to," Kaz admitted.

 

    Nikolai tilted his chin up, exposing his throat. A dare. Prove it, he said silently. Kaz eyed the shadowy scars in his skin, weighing the odds.

 

     yolo.

 

     He grasped Nikolai's throat gently, pressing their lips together. Anywhere that the kiss in front of the fire had been sweet, this was burning, needy and heady. If that had been fine wine, this was cheap whiskey, scorching and raw and worth every penny Kaz hadn't paid. Kissing and touching anyone, he figured, was like picking a lock or a pocket, or playing poker. Learn their tells and pick them apart, then learn them well enough to put them back together. Nikolai needed this, whatever this was, so fuck anyone who might think Kaz wouldn't let him have it.

 

    At least, as much as he could give.

 

    So, he pulled from memory. "Once upon a time, there was a dumbass who made deals he shouldn't," he whispered against Nikolai's lips, "made friends with criminals, and went on stupid motorcycle rides."

 

    "And who looks damn good in leather," Nikolai continued, grinning.

 

    Kaz nipped him, and Nikolai's hands flew to his waist, caressing him like the finest silk he'd ever touched. Nikolai broke the kiss to catch his breath, and Kaz was surprised to find he was equally winded.

 

    "Is that what you wanted?" Kaz asked.

 

    "Yes."

 

    "Good." Kaz pulled back slightly, holding Nikolai where he was with the hand at his throat.

 

    Nikolai's grip tightened at his waist, exactly as Kaz had hoped, then let go. Damn. 

 

    "Do you want it again?"

 

     "Please."

 

     Kaz gripped his throat and pulled him forward to kiss him intensely, catching him slightly as he nearly fell to the floor. Kaz pulled back. "You need to move," he observed.

 

    "Or you do," Nikolai replied snarkily, grabbing Kaz's hips to pull him closer until they were nearly flush against one another, Nikolai's fingers teasing over his skin. "Things feel different with the scars."

 

    "I noticed."

 

    "I shouldn't have left in the first place," Nikolai said. "It was stupid and self-righteous."

 

    "I agree."

 

    "You shouldn't agree with me so often. It's a sure fire way to disaster."

     Fuck you. Kaz glared at him. Nikolai smirked. Ugh.

 

     "Shut up," Kaz said finally, pressing him backward enough to kiss him again. Nikolai's fingers moved more, caressing and touching, and Kaz's hips moved of their own accord, grinding against–

 

     Fuck. He pulled back, breathing harshly.

 

    "What's wrong?" Nikolai asked, his hands moving away immediately.

 

    "Nothing."

 

    Nikolai was silent for a moment. "I'm willing to go as far as you can," he said bluntly.

 

    "Sexually?"

 

    "Yes."

 

    Kaz's imagination flashed with the knowledge he held, the idea of Nikolai pressed against his desk, being worked open–

 

    "I still think we need to move," Kaz said, interrupting his own thoughts.

 

    "Would you prefer a chair, like in the dream?"

 

    Kaz refused to believe they'd actually had the same dream. "Yes."

 

    "Go sit, then." Nikolai seemed to be forgetting his fear of the dark, and the fact that he was supposed to be going to sleep, but Kaz didn't feel inclined to remind him of either fact as he released Nikolai and moved to where he'd directed, aligning the chair as it had been in the dream.

 

    "I recall you were astride my lap," Kaz observed, as Nikolai approached him.

 

    "I recall cuffing your wrists," Nikolai replied, that damned smirk back on his face. "Do you want me to be entirely true to the dream?"

 

     Oh. Kaz considered it more sincerely than he'd meant to. "No. Not in that aspect."

 

    Nikolai reached for a pair of Kaz's gloves from the drawer in the desk, kneeling as he had in the dream. Kaz pulled his gloves on, trying to ignore the nerves in his stomach as Nikolai gripped the collar of his sleep shirt, pulling him forward to kiss him. Every crude word Kaz thought of that might come across as sexy flew out of his mind as Nikolai's fingers returned to the waistband of his pants, teasing under the edge of it. Kaz attempted to distract himself from Nikolai's touch by kissing him more firmly, trying to get his teeth on his lip again, but Nikolai stopped him from doing so by kissing over his jaw, working his fingers under the hem of his underwear.

 

    "Nikolai–" Kaz began, not even certain what he'd been going to say.

 

    Nikolai backed off, concern in his features. "Too much?"

 

     "No."

 

     "Good." Nikolai kissed his throat, his fingers brushing Kaz's cock, and he saw stars.

 

     Kaz tried to keep himself quiet, mortified at the sounds which escaped him as Nikolai's fingers worked. Nikolai kissed his throat, and Kaz closed his eyes. "Fuck."

 

     "That would be the point, treasure."

 

     Treasure. Kaz felt his hips shift involuntarily, dropping his head back. Nikolai's lips closed on his throat and he sucked, then shifted upward to kiss him and muffle the noise it elicited. Kaz bit his own lip, wishing he had more space to move in as his blood pounded in his ears. Please. No. Yes. Fuck.

 

      "Cum for me," Nikolai broke the kiss enough to whisper, and Kaz gripped his hips more tightly as he did. Nikolai's fingers never stopped moving, and Kaz chased the kiss Nikolai stole from him, panting as the wave crested and washed over him, realizing only as the high faded in intensity that Nikolai was chasing his own, his hand working and his face buried in Kaz's shoulder, teeth digging in through the fabric of his shirt.

 

     "Kaz," he whimpered against him, his muscles tensing and the shadows pulsing as he shattered, sinking against him as he finished.

 

    Kaz watched him, bringing a hand up to thread through his hair. "Perfect."

 

    "What?" Nikolai asked, muffled.

 

    "You."

 

    Nikolai sat up slightly, so much affection, admiration, and something else in his face that Kaz could not allow him to speak. He kissed him.

 

    And immediately regretted it. The mess on his skin, the sweat on Nikolai's face, all of it, was so much. Kaz pushed him away, managing to steady Nikolai on his feet first before tucking his head between his knees, trying desperately to keep himself from being sick.

 

    A moment later, he could feel Nikolai's hand firmly pressed into his back, rubbing circles. The idea was so preposterous it actually helped. His other hand appeared within Kaz's line of sight, the warm, damp cloth he'd brought up from the kitchen in his grip. Offered.

 

    Kaz took it, and somehow he got the soiled clothes off, himself cleaned up, and Nikolai cleaned himself up, and they were in bed and Kaz was content.

 

     "My apologies for nearly vomiting on you," Kaz said to the ceiling.

 

    "That's not the worst post-coital experience I've had."

 

    Kaz looked at Nikolai. "What?"

 

    Nikolai flushed. "Well, when you experiment with things and they go wrong–"

 

    "What sort of things were you experimenting with that vomiting was less bad than the aftermath?"

 

    Nikolai looked at him for a long moment. "I tried some really intense scenes with Amanda. I got really zoned out and she didn't know how to handle it." He shrugged, a bit of a smile on his lips.

 

    Kaz resolved to do more research. "Alright."

 

    Nikolai kept looking at him, long enough that Kaz became slightly uncomfortable.

 

    "If I allow you to put your head on my shoulder like in Keramzin, will you go to sleep?"

 

    Nikolai considered. "If you also tell me something."

 

     Anything.

 

     "What did you and Mr. Fahey talk about when we were all in the kitchen and you were upstairs?"

 

     Anything but that.

 

     "He wanted to be certain I was being… safe." Kaz grimaced, shifting to allow his shoulder to be at the right height for Nikolai to put his head on. "And to ask me about a theory one of the others had." Why not tell Nikolai? Apparently everyone else knew. "I wasn't planning to give Yul-Bayur to anyone. I was planning to use his drug to amplify Alina Starkov's power and rid you of the shadows."

 

    Nikolai was quiet, his breathing the only indication of whether he was still awake or not.

 

    "And he wanted to ask me about my inclinations toward you," Kaz admitted. "He thought Inej and I… he thought we would be romantically involved, at some point. He was surprised to be wrong. And he wanted to know about our relationship. I did not tell him much." He'd told Colm more than he'd intended to. About the coffee dates that hadn't technically been dates, about the road trips, and about the–

 

     No.

 

     "Like Vasily," Nikolai murmured. "I told him some, but not everything."

 

    "Exactly." Kaz tapped his fingers against the sheet. "Some." More than Nikolai told Vasily. "Goodnight."

 

    "Night."

 

    Quiet.

 

    "Kaz?"

 

    "Yes."

 

    "I'm glad I'm rich."

 

    "Why?"

 

    "You weren't going to allow me in the group chat if I wasn't."

 

    That wasn't true, not entirely, but Kaz didn't correct him before Nikolai drifted off to sleep.



Chapter 70: LXX

Notes:

So... it's been a while. an impromptu five month hiatus was not in the plans for this fic, but oh well!
how's everybody doing? i've been better.
but i'm back to torment your favorite gays in honor of halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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[The Tortured Corvid Department]

 

himbo: Did anyone see the news?

 

knife wife: as if anyone else is up this early

 

merchling: I did

 

elementary dropout: All of you, shut up.

 

himbo: No.

 

elementary dropout: I'll murder you in your sleep, Helvar.

elementary dropout: Nikolai is asleep, for once. Properly. I've put his phone on silent.

elementary dropout: News?

 

himbo: Alina Starkov went missing from the hospital last night. Suspicious persons were seen loitering outside, but no further information is available.

 

elementary dropout: What do you expect me to do with this information?

 

himbo: You wanted to know where she is.

 

elementary dropout: A week ago. Her power is useless to me now.

 

himbo: So much for "healthy skepticism".

 

elementary dropout: I saw her power myself. Nina has lost her power in the wake of this drug. It's safe to assume the same fate befalls Starkov.

 

himbo: We are not even going to do anything to find her, are we?

 

elementary dropout: I have neither the resources nor the time.

 

neens: what does nikolai think

 

elementary dropout: I will not be allowing you to wake him for curiosity's sake.

 

neens: it's not curiosity it's concern for my friend

 

elementary dropout: Then he can be consulted when he wakes up.

 

himbo: Correction. Alina is here. She wants to see you, Kaz.

 

elementary dropout: Tell her I will speak with her in the hall. She will not be allowed in this room.

elementary dropout: I'll be down in a minute.

 




    Kaz stood from his desk chair, glancing toward Nikolai one more time before going to the door and stepping into the hallway, carefully closing it behind himself. Alina practically appeared in front of him, looking as exhausted as Nina. Her skin looked sunken into the spaces between her bones, and her hair was white as snow, flat against her head. He was pretty sure she'd looked vastly different before the final show.

 

    "I heard Nikolai was hurt in the–" she began, and Kaz cut her off.

 

    "He is fine."

 

    She shut her mouth, quiet for a moment. "I've lost my power entirely," she admitted.

 

    "Good."

 

    "I didn't do it on purpose," she whispered, looking down. "I didn't mean to hurt him. The power was so rich, and it didn't even feel that way when the Darkling…"

 

    Kaz felt his heart skip a beat. "When the Darkling did what?"

 

    "He chased a fairytale," Alina said. "Went after Morozova's firebird and found it."

 

    Who the fuck was Morozova and what did the firebird have to do with anything?

 

    "He hunted it down and killed it," she continued, pulling the cuff of her shirtsleeve up to reveal bones, thin and dainty, that shifted with her arm. Attached to the bones of her wrist. "He attached its bones to me to amplify my power. To steal my power. He couldn't get his own control of it, after I reached through the connection to take his. All he could use the amplifier for was to keep me from using mine. I managed to regain my control over it after the Fold was destroyed, but now that the drug hit…" she trailed off again, her eyes vacant.

 

    Her craving. She craved the damn drug. "Now that it hit?" Kaz prompted.

 

    "I can't use my power. I feel sick with craving when I attempt." She met his eyes again, lifting her hands. "What I can do is this."

 

    The shadows in the corners of the hallway raced toward her, pooling in her palms. Kaz took an involuntary step backward. She released them, dropping her hands again.

 

    "So."

 

    Kaz couldn't look away from her hands, now empty. If she had control of shadows, and the affliction... "You have his power."

 

    "I have a ghost of it." She reached into her pocket, withdrawing a tiny, very worn book. "A friend of mine gave this to me. He worked closely with the Darkling, until the attack at the conference. It's an ancient Ravkan book…" Kaz tuned her out as he studied the page before him.

 

    A man stood barefoot on the shore of a dark sea. He wore the scraggly remains of a purple robe, his arms stretched out and his palms turned up. His face looked content, even though he was enveloped in irons, a collar at his throat and cuffs on his wrists whose chains hung broken at his sides. At his feet was a stag the color of ivory, in the sea behind him the white serpent that was the basis of several tales Kaz had heard as a child.

 

    Above his left shoulder were mountains, an arch, and a beautiful white bird, burning with sunlight, circling it. The firebird, the one whose bones she now wore like a trophy on her wrist.

 

    "The Darkling found the first of Morozova's three amplifiers and put its bones around my wrist," she concluded.

 

    Kaz cursed under his breath. "The Darkling was insane."

 

    "I know." Alina shut the book. "I want to find the other two."

 

    "You are equally insane," Kaz began. "Destroying Nikolai before was not enough for you? Now you need to chase more power and destroy the rest of the world?"

 

    "I need it," she snarled, her eyes burning. "I need my power. Grisha die if they don't use their power, Brekker. I cannot find more of the drug, and Mal won't help me find the amplifiers. He says it's too dangerous. But if I had my power back, if I were as powerful as Morozova, I could get rid of Nikolai's curse. Without the loss of control the drug caused. I could be that powerful again and be in control."

 

    She looked crazed, the mad glint of a critical level of addiction shining in her eyes. She didn't care for Nikolai. She wouldn't concern herself with his curse.

 

    But it wouldn't be up to only her. Nikolai was in the other room, hardly able to sleep properly for the damage to his back (caused by Louis.), and here was something Kaz could do about it. Find the amplifiers for Alina. Get her to fix Nikolai, with a level of power she hadn't had before.

 

    It could save him, or it could cause a rift larger than the Shadow Fold. Kaz shouldn't take the gamble. It would be stupid, idiotic. Imbecilic, even. The other creatures, if they even existed, should stay where they were, how they had been before the Darkling had disturbed the firebird.

 

    Kaz felt Jordie's weight against his shoulder, the cold damp of Ketterdam's streets that night washing over him. His stomach rolled, and he held out his hand. "Give me your phone," he found himself saying. "I'll work on finding them and get you details."

 

    Alina handed her phone over, and Kaz entered his number, saving himself under Dirtyhands.

 

    At least, if he was being an imbecile, it was to keep what had happened to Jordie from happening again. Nikolai was good. He helped people, he smuggled things to people who couldn't get them themselves, he worked with charities and fought against the Darkling and crossed the Shadow Fold on a motorcycle because two of his friends had gone missing. Nikolai was good.

 

    He deserved whatever chances of freedom Kaz could find for him.

 


 

    Later, while Kaz sat at his desk again and tried to find out what he could about Ilya Morozova, he heard Nikolai shifting. He glanced over to find that Nikolai had put himself on his front, the muscles in his back tense where the bandage didn't cover them.

 

    "I've had a thought," Nikolai said finally, muffled against the pillow.

 

    "What is it?"

 

    "You were, in fact, right." Nikolai shifted to look at him. "My back is much better having slept on a bed than on the floor."

 

    "Good." Kaz turned back to his laptop as Nikolai got up, digging through Kaz's dresser. Kaz resisted the urge to sigh.

 

    "Have you been downstairs this morning?" Nikolai asked.

 

    I'm busy. "No."

 

    "I'm going to see if Jesper's made coffee," Nikolai said cheerfully, his voice muffled again as he presumably pulled a shirt on. "Do you want some?"

 

    Oh. "Yes." Kaz looked at him. "Please," he added, registering the fact that Nikolai was wearing one of Kaz's shirts. Nikolai grinned, and Kaz felt blood rush to his face. Nikolai had been so very close to him last night, his beautiful fingers–

 

    Shut up.

 

    Nikolai went downstairs. Kaz returned to his research, not paying attention to anything outside of his computer until the coffee mug landed beside his elbow. "Thank you," Kaz murmured, taking a sip.

 

    "Did I get it right?"

 

    "You could have filled the cup more," Kaz said, simply to be picky. Nikolai reached forward, tipping his mug until some of his coffee poured into Kaz's mug. "Now you've ruined it," he snipped. "Yours is much too sweet."

 

    Nikolai smirked. "I made mine the same as yours." He leaned in slightly, his hair mussed from sleep. "I'm not in the mood for sweet."

 

    Oh.

 

    Nikolai sipped his coffee again, his eyes glancing toward the screen. "What are you up to?"

 

    "Nothing." Kaz resisted the urge to snap the laptop shut.

 

    "You're never doing nothing." Nikolai leaned in further. Kaz shifted aside to allow him. "Who's Ilya Morozova?"

 

    "He was a Grisha," Kaz answered. "His experiments caused the Shadow Fold. The same type of power the Darkling used to create his shadow monsters. Then he contracted the illness that nearly killed him."

 

    Nikolai studied the screen over his shoulder in silence. "The Grisha Plague." Nikolai turned Kaz's chair to make him look at him. "When the Durasts and Tidemakers moved Kerch."

 

    "Yes."

 

    Nikolai stared at Kaz, his expression puzzled. "You're still trying to get rid of it, aren't you. Alina's power didn't work, so you're moving to the next option."

 

    Kaz looked back at the screen. "Correct."

 

    "So what's the plan?" Nikolai asked, much too cavalier for the concern Kaz knew he held. "To resurrect that plague?"

 

    "No." Kaz sipped more of his coffee. "I'm mimicking it. Working with your Sun Summoner."

 

    Nikolai's fingers landed on the back of Kaz's chair. "Has she had the same problems as Nina?"

 

    "She isn't a Heartrender."

 

    "She's Grisha."

 

    "So?" Kaz closed the laptop. "It doesn't matter. The drug didn't do what it should have. New plan."

 

    Nikolai's breath beside him stopped. "Kaz. You didn't."

 

    Shit. Kaz ignored him, reaching for his phone to send the link to Alina.

 

    "Did you have anything to do with the drug hit?"

 

    Kaz set his jaw. "What do you take me for?"

 

    "Someone who wouldn't risk the lives of everyone in that theater for an experiment, I would hope."

 

    Kaz looked at Nikolai. "What if it had worked?"

 

    "It didn't." Nikolai looked stricken. "Did you know what it would do to them?"

 

    "I knew Starkov would have more power once it took hold."

 

    "What she had was sunlight at her fingertips. It wasn't a parallel to the Darkling. He used merzost, power he shouldn't have touched. She was exalted because he made her exalted. Her power wasn't even as strong as Zoya's." Nikolai stepped back. "Did you know what the drug would do to her?"

 

    Kaz glanced toward his phone.

 

    "Did you care?"

 

    "No," Kaz said finally. "Did you know that she was amplified already? The Darkling hunted Morozova's amplifiers, found one, and amplified her power. Her power was stronger than most Grisha. She hid it well, but she was amplified."

 

    "You're not one to chase fairytales, Kaz."

 

    There's a first time for everything.

 

    "Don't kill her."

 

    Kaz looked at Nikolai and was surprised by the brightness in his eyes, the excitement. His countenance was grave, his brows furrowed in worry. But.

 

    Kaz had learned his tells. When he was anxious, when he was afraid, when he was happy, and when he was so hungry for Kaz that his breath came in short bursts. He wasn't upset. He was worried for his friends' safety, but he was breathless with anticipation.

 

    Anticipation of what Kaz might do for him.

 

    "I make no promises," he said vaguely. You are my profit, he declared in his mind, my treasure. I will do whatever I must to keep you.

 

    Nikolai set his coffee down, then flexed his shoulders. Still sore, then. He studied Kaz for a moment.

 

    "Your stubbornness will be the death of you," he said softly.

 

    "As long as it is not the death of you," Kaz replied, picking up his phone.




[Dirtyhands, Unknown]

 

Unknown: this is Alina Starkov

 

Dirtyhands: Attachment: 1 Link

Dirtyhands: This is a site run by a historian studying the old monuments and cathedrals dedicated to the Old Ravkan Saints.

Dirtyhands: Be careful. She has been getting threats lately from a group who insist she add modern saints to her compendium. Do not allow your information to be collected by them.

 

Unknown: thanks :)

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Notes:

ah, yes, some good old-fashioned Zeldee angst to turn back the clock. welcome back, everybody