headcanons (woh) ─── the boys

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𝕶az Brekker did not feel like he was fatherly material. He, himself, hadn't had a father around since he was nine years old when he and Jordie had to sell the farm and attend a funeral. Then, everything had happened with the bodies and Kaz had never thought about being a father again.

A knee caught his back as someone scrabbled over his body into the double bed.

"Jordie," The body stilled, and Kaz opened one eye to glare at his son, who was grinning sheepishly. "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping?"

"What are you doing in our bed?" Jordie huffed, flopping down on top of his father and pouting. Kaz sighed, forcing down the tremors in his hand as he brushed the boy's dark hair from his face. Much like Kaz, Jordie shared the same dark hair and angular face (despite his chubby cheeks) but he had Stasiaj's eyes. Eyes that Kaz adored. "What time is it?"

"I dunno. I can't read the time," 

"Thank you, smart ass," Kaz poked his son in the stomach, causing the boy to giggle quietly. "Hush. We don't want to wake your mother."

"Yeah, you don't," Stasiaj growled, rolling over to shove her head further into her pillow. "I'll be angry tired tomorrow."

"You're always angry tired," Kaz muttered, before forcing the tremors down further and pulling Jordie into his arms. The small boy wrapped his legs around Kaz's waist, burying his head in his father's neck. "Come on, let's get you into bed."

Jordie pouted, as Kaz picked the snake toy up from the floor and carried the five year old back to his bedroom. With Jordie at this age, Kaz was reminded of Malkus. He had watched Stasiaj haul Malkus around when the boy had gotten tired and was now finding that the past was repeating itself.

Kaz opened the door with one hand.

"Come on. It's a busy day tomorrow and if you don't get a full night's sleep then you're going to be angry and tired," Jordie pouted and Kaz pulled the covers of the boy's bed back, setting him down gently. Jordie curled up, watching his father, as Kaz put the night light on and limped back over to tuck the covers around him. "Auntie Inej is coming tomorrow and I'm sure you'll want to see her."

"I missed her," Kaz nodded, kneeling beside Jordie's bed and pushing the boy's dark hair away from his face. "Why doesn't she visit more often?"

"Ask her that one," Jordie pouted, and Kaz pressed a kiss to his forehead, smiling down at him. "Now, bed time otherwise you won't see Auntie Inej."

Jordie yanked the covers up, and slammed his head into the pillow causing Kaz to chuckle and pat his son on the head again.

"Night Jordie,"

"Night Dada," Kaz grinned again, pride wreathing his heart as he heard his son speak. That was his son, his boy and he'd overcome his trauma enough to have a child.

Kaz limped back down the hallway, slipping back into his bed beside his wife and wrapping an arm around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"You're grinning. I can feel it," Stasiaj muttered, as Kaz's grin widened and he curled into her once more, pressing another kiss to her cheek.

"We have a good kid,"

"Kids. The Vipers will stab you if you forget them," Stasiaj pointed out, before looking at Kaz over her shoulder. "But yes, our children are brilliant. We're good parents for a mob boss and an informant princess."

"You're sentences are weird," Kaz mumbled against Stasiaj's lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them as Stasiaj smiled. "You're tired. Time to sleep."

"Get back here, Bastard, and kiss me properly,"

"Anything for you, Snake," Kaz's grin widened, leaning down to press his lips against Stasiaj's. Instead of thoughts of dead bodies and water filling his mind, he found his brain consumed with images of Stasiaj. "I love you."

"I love you too but let me sleep now," Stasiaj rolled back over, her eyes fluttering shut as Kaz chuckled at her, pressing one final kiss to the junction between her shoulder and her neck, before also allowing his eyes to close and for sleep to finally overcome him.

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As much as Jordie was his son, Malkus would always be Kaz and Stasiaj's first born. Stasiaj had found him when he was a baby, raised him as her own and he had been around Kaz and Stasiaj since he was about four. Now, decades later, Malkus still followed Kaz around like a large puppy and Kaz often found Malkus sitting by Stasiaj's legs, eating toffee, and telling her about what he had done so that he could get her advice.

However, Malkus had changed. He now stood taller than Kaz, closer to Jesper's height, with broad shoulders and a cheeky smirk that made most people want to punch him. Instead of carrying little fangs, Malkus normally had a gun in a holster and a large knife by his side. 

"Dad," Kaz looked over the rim of his glasses, finding Malkus leaning in the doorway. "In your opinion, best way to get someone to talk?"

"Take them to your mother,"

"She said bring them to you!" Kaz chuckled, as the tall boy threw his overcoat over Kaz's and came to sit in front of him. "Dad. Help me. I don't know what to do!"

When Kaz looked up at Malkus' whining, he found the man watching him with large puppy eyes and a pout that reminded Kaz of the time that Malkus convinced Kaz to speak to Stasiaj.

"What do you need?"

"A shallow grave,"

"I taught you better. You know where to dig shallow graves, Malkus!"

"That's what Mum said, but I really don't want to go out to the country. This is a new suit, I'm not getting it muddy," Kaz snorted at the sentiment, folding his glasses and grabbing his gloves. 

When Malkus had turned eighteen, and finally stopped growing, Kaz had taken the boy to get his first suit. He might have been proud when he held his son for the first time, but something about seeing Malkus, all grown up, getting measured for his first suit still brought him slightly more pride (but he wasn't going to tell either of the boys that). 

It's not that he wasn't proud of his son, but Malkus had been one of the first people that Kaz had felt comfortable around, bar Stasiaj and his Crows, so he had a different sort of bond with the boy.

"Come on, let's go find you a shallow grave," Malkus cheered, pulling on his dark overcoat, that matched Kaz's, and impatiently waiting for his dad to get ready. He practically bounced off the walls, a spring in his step as he followed his father down the hallway of the Crow Club and out of the back. 

Just like it was back then, Kaz still had a shadow that followed him around, just now his shadow was taller and just as intimidating as he was.

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Stasiaj Yahontov might also have been Anastasiaj Lantsov, but that wasn't a title she took pleasure in flashing around. Sure, it was a powerful title, however Stasiaj felt more connected to her title of Snake than princess. That didn't mean that she was above using it for manipulation purposes, mainly towards her husband but it did make for some interesting questions from her son, who she hadn't explained the entirety of the situation too.

"Kaz, can you make me a drink?" She kicked her feet up, scratching her hair with her nails.

"Get it yourself, lazy bones,"

"That's princess to you and it's an order," Kaz cocked an eyebrow at her, before smirking.

"Is that how you want to play it, Lantsov?"

"You're on, Rietveld," He chuckled, obviously having had a good day, as he tipped her chin back to press a kiss to her lips. "Drink?"

"Sure. Alcoholic or non?"

"Alcohol," Kaz laughed, causing Stasiaj to beam at the sound, before he left the room and Jordie tugged at the hem of his mother's dress.

"Mama?"

"Yes, baby?" Reaching down, Stasiaj pulled her son up and into her arms, running her hands through his dark hair. "What is it?"

"I thought your last name was Brekker?" Stasiaj paused, before nodding.

"You're right. But my name before I married your father was Lantsov,"

"But Lantsov is the name of the royal family in Ravka," Much like her, Jordie had an extraordinary memory. He could look at a page and remember it in his mind, as Stasiaj could, but that often proved to be a little challenging, especially when he saw confidential information. "You're not royal."

"Well, my older brother is a prince. His name's Nikolai and he helps his wife run a country all the way across the sea," Stasiaj smiled at her son.

"You're funny, Mama. Tell another story," Kaz hid a laugh as he re-entered the room, placing a tumbler of alcohol in front of her. "Daddy, Mama thinks that she's a princess."

"I know," He grinned, before shooting Stasiaj a trouble making wink. "But she's a queen in my eyes."

"I will stab you," Stasiaj warned, her cheeks glowing red as Kaz cackled. "Pest. Your father's a pest, Jordie."

The little boy chuckled, before reaching for Kaz as they left Stasiaj to her work.

It wouldn't be until nearly ten years later when Jordie actually met Nikolai, who had been busy with work in Ravka, that he realised that his mother had been telling the truth for his entire childhood, not just making up a lie.

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Hiya,

Someone requested parent headcanons for Kaz and Stasiaj with Malkus and Jordie, so here you are. Some of these headcanons are from others, so if you have headcanons for this family then let me know.

Requested by professionallsimpp 

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