Six of Crows One-Shots

Getting Tortured Sounds Fun, Right?

I want this to be canon. Literally. (Because Kaz is a beautyyyy.)

(So pretend that this happens after Crooked Kingdom and someone lets Van Eck out.)

Kaz glared at their captor. Wylan sat by, looking uncomfortable and angry.

Van Eck stood before them, a devious grin on his wrinkled face. "Kaz Brekker and my dear son, Wylan Van Eck." He spat Wylan's name like he would spit jurda on the streets.

"Who do I torture first?" He asked, pacing in front of them, a dangerous knife held in his blistering hands. "Who will break quicker?"

When he stopped in front of Wylan, Wylan was horrified. He couldn't help but shake his head. "Father, please don't. Please."

Kaz glanced at Wylan. "The man before you is not your father, Wylan.

Van Eck growled. "Like you care about my son."

Kaz raised his head defiantly. "I do."

Wylan shifted closer to the raven-haired boy, desperate for his comfort. "He protects me from getting hit, he doesn't hit me."

Van Eck hissed and gripped Kaz's shoulders. "If you care about my son so much, will you protect him from me?"

Kaz didn't even bother to fight against him. It would have been pointless. "You'll have to kill me before I let you touch him."

Wylan's father laughed evilly, then he yanked Wylan to his feet. He cried out, stumbling on his sprained ankle from when he had tried to run away from his father.

Kaz glared at Van Eck. "Don't hurt him. Please."

Van Eck grinned. "Did I just hear you beg, Brekker?"

Kaz nodded, his eyes glowing with determination. "Yes. I'd beg if it meant that you would let Wylan go free."

Van Eck cackled again, pulling Wylan towards a table. Beside it was another table, covered in dangerous looking weapons, such as a surgeon's scalpel and a metal-rimmed hammer.

Kaz shook his head and fell to his knees. "Please, Van Eck. Please, hurt me instead."

But Wylan was now pinned to the table as his father tied his legs and arms down. "Father, please."

Tears dripped down Wylan's face against his own will. His father maniacally gripped the scalpel and held Wylan's head against the cold metal table.

"Such pretty blue eyes. It would be a shame if one of them would be... gone."

Kaz started to scream, but Wylan barely noticed anything, other than his father's cold hand on his forehead, the glint of the blade right above his eye. They were the same hands that had hit him, that had at one point wrapped him up in soft blankets. 

"Brekker, shut your mouth!" Van Eck snapped. Then, Kaz was there, hoisted up by Van Eck and held him beside Wylan. 

Kaz's cheeks were red, his eyes misty. "Let him go, please!"

Van Eck grinned and suddenly, the knife was sliding down Wylan's cheek. Pain shot through him and he screamed. Hot blood bathed his face, the coppery stench gagging him. Van Eck made a similar line down Wylan's other cheek.

"Let's see if your boyfriend still thinks you're pretty after this."

Wylan thrashed, struggling against his bounds. His face hurt and he squeezed his eyes closed, wishing the pain would go away.

He felt his father's hands on his leg before he realized what was going on. Then, he felt and heard the crack. He screamed, tears streaming down his face.