make me choose: anonymous asked ⟶ warnette or kanej
She pressed the tip beneath her breast, between her ribs, an arrow to her heart. Then a hand gripped her wrist painfully, forcing her to drop the blade. “Not just yet, Inej.” The rasp of stone on stone. Her eyes flew open. Kaz. He bundled her into his arms and leapt down from the crates, landing roughly, his bad leg buckling. She moaned as they hit the ground. 
“Did we win?” 
“I’m here, aren’t I?” He must be running. Her body jounced painfully against his chest with every lurching step. He couldn’t carry her and use his cane. 
“I don’t want to die.” 
“I’ll do my best to make other arrangements for you.” She closed her eyes. “Keep talking, Wraith. Don’t slip away from me.” 
“But it’s what I do best.” He clutched her tighter.

@sixofcrowsnet heist: alternative covers

Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist. Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction–if they don’t kill each other first.

@sixofcrowsnet heist: fav characters ⟶ kaz brekker

Matthias knew monsters, and one glance at Kaz Brekker had told him this was a creature who had spent too long in the dark—he’d brought something back with him when he’d crawled into the light.

— when Kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes. He could have kicked himself. He’d finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stitch of clothing, and he’d been too worried about ending up on a pike to pay proper attention.

@sixofcrowsnet heist: noncanon ships ⟶ Kaz x Jesper

faith/religion for @sixofcrowsnet ⟶ inej ghafa

“We’re alive,“ he said at last.
     "It seems you prayed to the right god.”
“Or traveled with the right people.”
     Inej shrugged. “Who chooses or paths?” He said nothing, and she had to smile. “No sharp retort? No laughing at my Suli proverbs?”
He ran his gloved thumb over the rail. “No.”

@sixofcrowsnet heist: symbols ⟶ kaz brekker edition

“Why do you wear the gloves, Mister Brekker?”
     “I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.”
“Each more grotesque than the last.”
     Kaz had heard them, too. Brekker’s hands were stained with blood. Brekker’s hands were covered in scars. Brekker had claws and not fingers because he was part demon. Brekker’s touch burned like brimstone – a single brush of his bare skin caused your flesh to wither and die.
     “Pick one. They’re all true enough.”

make me choose: @marvolos asked ⟶ soc or trc and @davyhewitt asked ⟶ soc or aftg

“Has anyone noticed this whole city is looking for us, mad at us, or wants to kill us?“
     "So?” said Kaz.
“Well, usually it’s just half the city.”

make me choose: asked by @azqaban ⟶ “i just want to pretend” or kaz kissing inej’s neck

– her lips parted, whispering his name.

Kazper for Dev @dunyashas ’s birthday, ily

Kaz was usually unshakeable during a job, but now he was on edge, and Jesper didn’t know why. Part of him wanted to ask, though he knew that was the stupid part, the hopeful farmboy who picked the worst possible person to care about, who searched for signs in things that he knew deep down meant nothing — when Kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes. He could have kicked himself. He’d finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stitch of clothing, and he’d been too worried about ending up on a pike to pay proper attention.

@sixofcrowsnet heist: backstory ⟶ Kaz Brekker
He thought of Inej asking, Was there no one to protect you? He remembered Jordie seated beside him on a bridge, smiling and alive, the reflection of their feet in the water beneath them, the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate cradled in his mittened hands. We were supposed to look out for each other. 
They’d been two farm boys, missing their father, lost in this city.