First story, I'm sorry if it sucks. Six of crows fanfic. Set after Crooked Kingdom, but Inej is still in Ketterdam, not on sea. Read this after you read Crooked Kingdom because its based around the major character death that happens. It's mainly about Nina, though all the Crows are in the story. No triggers as far as I can see (apart from dealing with death), but let me know if there is triggering content and I'll add a warning. This isn't going to be very long, just around ten medium-ish chapters. That's all I want to say, as far as I know, so yeah. Hope this is actually decent!

*REQUESTS WELCOME* One shots for Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom. Cover image is not mine. It belongs to the creator. Will mainly contain ships, maybe an x Reader or two. *Many prompts are from tumblr, if I used your prompt, let me know and I'll credit you.*

💥 Gunfire - Jesper Fahey ❤ Rose Bud - Nina Zenik ✋🏿 The Reaper - Kaz Brekker 🐺 Rampete - Matthias Helvar 🔪 Ghosts - Inej Ghafa (No Wylan because I don't make gay people straight.)

Pekka Rollins has returned. He and Van Eck, who is currently in a fine cell in Hellgate have made a deal with the Shu. Pekka Rollins and the Shu will free Van Eck. Van Eck will give Pekka Rollins power in Ketterdam whilst the Shu will have trading benefits. Ravaka's economics will go badly down. Kaz, Inej, Wylan, Jesper must band together with Zoya, Nikolai and Nina to save Ravaka and their beloved city. This is a fan fiction of what happens after Crooked Kingdom. Beware of spoilers for thou hast been warned. Mine's truly gives all characters and places (hence fore all nouns) to the owner and creator of the Six of Crows duology and Shadow and Bone trilogy. Mine's truly does not believe in the creation or consumption of smut. Romantic advances will be warned before hand.

No mourners, no funerals. It passed for good luck. As if every criminal didn't know its true meaning, that they were nothing but barrel rats crawling through the gutter. They said it, as if they didn't know that one day, they would die and the world would not bat a lash. Not a single person would care, mourn or cry. The barrel rats were an infestation, a mass of scrabbling bodies all fighting to survive. They knew better then to let their hopes be high, or their hearts be as soft as their hide. No mourners, no funerals. Criminals have an interesting sense of humor, don't you think, dear readers? Cover and description by @Night_Shadowedcat

"I can't get his face out of my head," Nina grabbed her knees and cried. "I wouldn't either," Kaz said, "No, not when he died. For the last two weeks I've seen him. In Hell. The plaything of... a Man in Black." She gulped. "What?" "Matthias was a man of his faith, how could he go to Hell," she said to herself. "The man. He reminded me of the Darkling." A story about Kaz pulling off the greatest heist ever. Stealing a soul from the afterlife.

one shots because you can never have to many one shots