Six of Crows One-Shots

Kaz and Wylan

I'm trash for Kaz and Wylan. I'm so sorry. These are some random head-cannon-y things that I'm just throwing into a chapter. Enjoy!

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1: Here, Have a Wylan

Kaz's day was average. Or, as average as one of his days could be. He sent out a few of the Dregs on missions, talked to Inej, maybe he even bathed in front of her, and then he may or may not have stolen some food from a kid.

Average.

Now, he sat in the Slat, occasionally sipping water while he admired one of the crows that perched on his desk.

"K-Kaz?"

He lifted his gaze to the shivering, orange-haired demolitions expert standing before and raised his eyebrows. "Hello, Wylan."

The boy's hands shook even more intensely and Kaz would have pitied him if he wasn't about ninety percent sure that he had no soul left.

"I-I have something i-important to-to tell you."

"On with it," Kaz growled, impatiently tapping his foot.

Wylan's blue eyes grew wide with worry and his face was red with shame. "I didn't run away. My father... kicked me out."

"Why is that?"

If Van Eck was willing to throw his heir out of his house, there was probably a very good reason for it. And Kaz needed to know that man's every weakness.

Wylan refused to meet Kaz's gaze and Kaz swore that tears glimmered in those sapphire eyes. "I... I can't read."

Kaz didn't know if he was surprised or what but it changed nothing. The boy was brilliant and his work with demo was a big help to the Dregs. Kaz silently admitted that the boy was also kind and caring, and Kaz didn't particularly mind having him around.

"So?"

Wylan's eyes snapped up to meet Kaz's. "So? You aren't going to, you know, hit me or-or call me an idiot?"

"Why would I do that?" Kaz asked incredulously. What had Van Eck done to Wylan?

Wylan just shrugged and mumbled under his breath. 

*****

"Kaz?"

He glanced up at Inej as she entered his room. "Yes?"

She gave him a small smile and closed the door, settling on the edge of his desk. "Wylan told me that you were kind to him today."

"I'd hardly call it that," Kaz murmured, brushing the dust off of his desk.

Perhaps it had been kind to Wylan. Kind to not slap him or insult him. Burning hatred tumbled around in his stomach and he wanted to hurt Van Eck for all he had done to him, even if he didn't know the half of it.

Inej shrugged, holding out a hand as a crow flapped in the window. (Kaz's room is definitely a Crow Conservatory. Prove me wrong.) "He's a good kid."

"Yeah. I don't see why Van Eck would just discard him like that."

"Van Eck is cruel," Inej commented, stroking the crow's feathers. Kaz couldn't help but notice how gentle and soothing she was. 

"So am I."

"You didn't throw a poor kid out!"

"I feel like I should do something, you know? I'm having this really weird feeling right now."