This Is The Truest Post Abt Kaz No Cap. Me Tho Fr Fr

KANEJ SCREAMING AHHHHHHHH

MY KANEJ HEART 💖💕💖💕💖

Ahem don’t mind me…

This. Is. GOLD 🥇🥇

Trying to name every way kaz and Lockwood are similar. This is probably gonna be a long list

Dead family

They both like the sweetest girls ever but neither of them nor the girls will admit it

THE BANDAGE SCENE

When Nikolai asked kaz about inej in ROW and when Lockwood was questioned about knowing Lucy they both were like “I’ve never met her in my entire life”

Sad emo boys in black coats

“My truama ain’t nonna your business”

“What’s sleep??”

Everyone knows they have a crush on each other and actively ship them. (Kanej /locklyle)

ASSET????? INVESTMENT???

“If I have feelings I will die”

“Feeling things only gets you heartbroken so I gotta decline the feelings” kaz/lockwood

Has a bro that they would genuinely risk their life for. (jesper/George)

Flo’s “I see the way you look at her” and Nina’s “his heart beat jumps every time he sees you”

Inej seeing kaz pass out on the prisoners cart, and lucy seeing lockwood have a panic attack when being chased after the auction

Not kaz/lockwood but both six of crows and Lockwood and co have KABOOM this and KABOOM that

Kaz and Lockwood both being disregarded as stupid teenage boys by the entire industry they work in

Kaz and lockwood being UNHINGED AF

Honestly WHY ARE TEHY SO SIMILAR AAAAAAAA

PAPA'S LITTLE PRINCESS

Hi!

In honour of one whole year of shadow and bone season two being released, I wrote a fanfic about Kaz and his daughter, Adjala.

And Adjala fell in love with Pekka Rollins' son Elijah and Kaz never accepted it so she eloped. And years later he finds her, as it was Inej's last wish, and Adjala's a medick with her clinic and her husband runs a bakery.

And Adjala has twins, Kazim and Nina

That's all the context y'all need to know

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As I sat beside Adjala on the porch, the weight of years of separation hung heavy in the air. She leaned into me, her presence a comforting reminder of the bond that had endured despite the passage of time. But as I felt her warmth beside me, a wave of overwhelming emotion threatened to engulf me, and I couldn't hold back the tears that welled in my eyes.

Adjala turned to me, concern etched in her features. "What's wrong, Papa?" she asked softly, her voice a soothing balm to the ache in my heart.

I pulled her closer, enveloping her in a tight embrace. "You're still Papa's little princess, right?" I whispered, the words catching in my throat as years of pent-up emotions threatened to spill over.

Adjala hugged me back, her touch a gentle reminder of the innocence of childhood that still lingered within her. "Always, Papa," she murmured, her voice filled with a love that transcended words.

As I held my daughter close, a flood of memories washed over me – memories of her laughter echoing through the halls of our home, of her tiny hand clasped in mine as we walked through the streets of Ketterdam, of the fierce determination in her eyes as she faced the challenges of the world.

But amidst the memories, there was a painful realization – that I had missed out on so much, that I had been absent during pivotal moments in her life, that I had let her down in ways that I could never fully make amends for.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I buried my face in Adjala's hair, the scent of jasmine and home wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry, Adjala," I whispered, the words choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry for everything."

Adjala's arms tightened around me, her touch a silent reassurance that forgiveness was within reach, that our bond was unbreakable despite the trials we had faced. "It's okay, Papa," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the darkness. "We're together now, and that's all that matters."

Adjala's words hung in the air, a surprising revelation that broke through the heaviness of our shared confession. She always did have a penchant to ease tension. "Elijah takes Nina on daddy-daughter dates. Like you would take me," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

I couldn't help but choke on a laugh at the unexpected turn of conversation. "Remember our first daddy-daughter date?" I asked, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as memories of that day flooded back.

Adjala laughed, a sound so pure and infectious that it lifted the weight from my shoulders, if only for a moment. "Of course I do," she replied, her eyes sparkling with fond remembrance.

I leaned back against the porch railing, a playful glint in my eyes as I began to describe that unforgettable day. "We went to the park, just the two of us," I said, my voice filled with nostalgia. "You were so small, holding onto my hand with all your might as we walked through the gates."

Adjala nodded, her smile widening at the memory. "And you pushed me on the swings," she added, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the breeze.

I chuckled, the image of her tiny form soaring through the air etched into my mind forever. "And then we had a picnic," I continued, painting a vivid picture of that sunny afternoon. "You insisted on feeding the ducks, even though you were more interested in eating the bread yourself. No wonder you were a chubby little thing."

Adjala's laughter rang out, a melody that warmed my heart and chased away the shadows of regret. "And then we went for ice cream," she said, her eyes dancing with mirth. "I got chocolate all over my face, and you pretended not to notice."

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I recalled the sight of her sticky fingers and chocolate-stained cheeks. "It was the best day," I said, my voice filled with a father's pride and affection.

Adjala's laughter filled the air, a sound so infectious that it was impossible not to join in. "I asked for more funnel cakes, and you asked 'how many?' And I said ten, and you got them for me," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she recounted the memory. "And we ate until I threw up."

I chuckled, the image of her tiny self covered in sprinkles and giggles etched into my mind. "Your mother was so mad," I said, shaking my head with mock solemnity.

Adjala laughed even harder, her laughter ringing out like music in the night. "She was!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with fondness and affection. "But you just laughed and said we could always get more ice cream."

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I recalled the sight of Inej's exasperated expression and my own inability to suppress a laugh at the chaos we had caused. "It was worth it," I replied, my voice tinged with nostalgia. "For that smile on your face."

Adjala grinned, her laughter fading into a soft smile that mirrored her mother's. "I love you, Papa," she said, her words a gentle reminder of the bond that bound us together, through laughter and tears, sprinkles and ice cream.

And as we sat there, basking in the warmth of shared memories and the love that flowed between us, I knew that no matter what life threw our way, we would always have each other, to laugh with, to cry with, and to cherish for all eternity.

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Anyway should I write out Kaz's and Adjala's daddy daughter date?

This is so painfully accurate it hurts

Glad to know I'm not alone

Chat Gpt, you're great, but you failed me

Really, wtf.

This is the best fanfic ever <3

Parenthood by Kaz Brekker

relationship: kaz brekker/his son. a little bit kaz brekker vs his son. kaz brekker x female!reader.

warnings: idon'tknowwhattodo!kaz. iwilldoeverythingformyson!kaz.

legend: y/n -> your name

word count: 1485

authors note: I’M SORRY, OK? if you want to read something riddiculous, abstract and stupid then… well you are in the right place. please don’t kill me, i’ve great fun writing this at 3 a.m.

english is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

Saying that Kaz was worried was understatement. Kaz was totally panicked and for the first time in his life he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t solve the problem with force as usual, right? But, come on this kid was his son, he couldn’t be that bad as others. Kaz wanted to believe in this but for him children were only little devils.

‘Don’t make such a face, Kaz,’ said y/n and took her suitcase. 'This is your son and I’ll be back for three weeks. Bye.’

It took Kaz a moment to realise that previously she had been saying about two weeks not three.

'Wait! y/n!’ He ran after her but she had already gone. 'Fuck!’

'Fuck,’ Kaz heard a childish voice. 

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*INTENSE FANGIRL SCREAMING*

**Me when Inej Ghafa made her first appearance in Six of Crows :^^^

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It's always

"When will fanfic writers update their stories?"

And never

"Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?"

Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they're stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!

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