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🥹 My asshat Gavin from Detroit: Become Human 👉👈

ok this has been done before already (idk who did it first tho-) but

reblog with an f/o (can be multiple as well!) and i’ll assign them a song from my playlists!!

i listen to basically everything so it could get mixed up a lot ! :]

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Umbrella Academy Siblings As Quotes from Real Life Pt 2

(As someone who hasn't seen season three yet, I'm not doing the sparrows.)

Pt 1

Luther: Jeeze that guy can eat a lot of sour cream if he wanted to.

Allison: I could straight up strut up and kill.

Diego: I'm chaotic lawful, but the laws are my own.

Klaus: Three's a crowd. But four's an orgy!

Five: No, you don't need luck, you need fucking Jesus.

Ben: I'm half here, half in my head, and half in the ground.

Viktor: No judgement, just concern

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god i love how pitbulls are like

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so something tells me that part one was fucking around and part two is finding out

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Every one of your stories bring me joy 🥰

—𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔. 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

summary: there is a handsome man at the new years eve party, and you’re just tipsy enough to ask him to be your midnight kiss. little did you know, that this mysterious stranger would someday become the very breath in your lungs.

warnings: brief consensual sex. pregnancy mention. alcohol. lotta fluff! x f! reader. 5.4k words.

notes: this is the last holiday themed fic, and most certainly one of my faves. this story takes place over the span of like five years ugh they’re so cute I love them skjksdlsl!!

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This was so sweet!

SUPERSTAR

Alive!Reggie Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some negative comments. (I think that’s it but if there is anything else, let me know!)

A/N: This wasn’t what I was planning on posting but with the news of the cancellation, I couldn’t help but want to write another best friends to lovers story to lighten the mood 🥰 The song used is ‘Superstar’ By Taylor Swift. Feedback is always appreciated! <3

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I love that Chris is still wearing the police badge XD

Look at these beautiful poeple, I love them.

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I stg you slay me with your words each time I get the chance to read them. I’m so soft. I love this so much 🥺🥺

❆ —𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆. 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

— 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 (𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓) —

prompt: “did you put mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

summary: you had a bad day, but your boyfriend john never fails to comfort you and make you smile. 1.8k words.

warnings: fluff! some angst. x f! reader. 

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🥺 I absolutely adore soft Gavin. This is exquisite

Gavin x Reader (Dreams Come True)

Title: Dreams Come True Words: 10,300 (sorrynotsorry) Genre: Emotional Hurt-Comfort, Fluff, Romance Characters: Gavin Reed x Fem!Reader + Nines (platonically) Warnings: Um, it’s super long, rushed in some places, completely unedited because, let’s be real, who has time to edit? and just chaotically structured writing. Authors Note: Really self-concious of this fic. It didn’t turn out anywhere near as good as I hoped it would. So catch my sobbing at Gavin’s desk. This is for @bring-me-a-coffee-dipshit because she’s been feeling down and no one hurts my baby! Me & my DCPD boys will protecc this gem. Also, I don’t know how to write long fics. Hence the chaotic messy structure of writing. I’m not a professional. I also don’t know how to write short fics either because this was supposed to be written done ‘n’ dusted within a day. And it took over a week! Probs should’ve put in parts. But I’m also lazy so… ENJOY!

Summary: Gavin gets a phonecall stating reader has been admitted to hospital due to fainting from stress. There’s only one thing that can stress reader out to such a point and Gavin is PISSED.

◇─◇──◇────◇────◇────◇────◇────◇─────◇──◇─◇ Nothing ever seemed to feel good enough for anyone. You tried your best, but your best wasn’t good enough. You were in desperate need of a break because you could feel yourself breaking down. It was hard to find the strength to smile, and where you normally would smile, tears threatened to present themselves in the corners of your eyes. Luckily a deep, slow breath and an eye-roll to the heavens as if praying the pain away, seemed to keep those negative emotions at bay. The factor of your stress was the preparation of exams, and understandably so. Exams were always a stressful time for everybody, but it seemed to be the worst time for everything to come crumbling down around you.

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I’m drawn in as always, love!! I’m excited to see where this series goes in the future, and really honored to be a part of it. 🥰

Vacancy

Request: No

Fandom: Battle Egos

Pairings: Battle Egos x Self insert

Warnings: NSFW, blood, cursing, gore, death of character.

A/N: Time to kick off October to a spooky start! Here part one, and two. this is part three of the on going Scream AU with the Battle Boys! hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Collage was made by me!  Edited by @semiproeagle!

       Gale set the air mattress next to Riot’s bed, bringing in fresh blankets and pillows for the both of them. “Alright, remember the door stays open. If you need anything, our room is just down the hall, and the bathroom is right across from it.”

“Thanks, mom. We got it.” Riot closed one of the windows by his bed. “Hey, uh, do you mind if I close the curtains?”

Fluffing up one of the pillows, Kimberly looked over at him, shaking her head. “No, go ahead. I sleep better in the dark anyway. Light just makes me uncomfortable.”

“What are you? A vampire?” Riot giggled at his joke but quickly stopped when he saw his mom glare at him.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get comfortable.” Gale smiles, walking out of the room, making sure to keep the door open as she walked down the hall.

“Your mom’s nice.” Kimberly sat down on Riot’s bed. Crossing her legs, she watched him make the bed he’d be using.

“Yeah well, you haven’t seen her get angry yet. Just you wait, my mom can be a real bitch when she wants to be.” Riot looked up at her, his eyes landing on her blood-stained shirt. “I feel like you could use a clean shirt to sleep in. I don’t think you wanna sleep in that, do you?”

Looking down at her clothes, Kimberly only shrugged. “Yeah, but I didn’t exactly plan on almost being murdered on my first night here.”

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Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

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It is our duty as feminists to protect and respect women in Hijabs

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This is honestly beautiful. I’m crying 🥺🥺

i love you (kaz brekker x reader)

summary: the first time kaz ever tells (y/n) that he loves her.

warnings: nudity (not sexual and not detailed). kaz and (y/n) had been working on his touch aversion and he’s much more comfortable with touching her.

Kaz Brekker didn’t do baths. He could take showers, after all the feeling of droplets falling down his skin to wash away the dirt wasn’t nearly as similar to having water surrounding his body, tides moving back and forth. He had only ever bathed once, when his body was aching and battered and bruised and his leg felt as if it had been broken once more and he thought that maybe the water could soothe the pain. It had only made matters worse; he got pulled back into nightmares, cold water reminding him of the sea, hands pulling him down, bloated bodies and dead faces. He had stumbled out blindly, hand grasping his neck. It felt like drowning all over again.

Yet here he stood, body half naked, eyes looking warily at the water and the bare back of the girl. She was providing the privacy she knew that he needed by having her back towards him. That was something he deeply liked about (Y/N), she was patient and kind, always aware of his needs, never pushing him too far.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” she reassured him, not needing to turn around to know his jaw was clenched and his bare hands were shaking.

“I know,” was his soft reply. He cursed himself for the weakness in his tone. It was moments like this in which he was pulled back to his childhood. The boy that now stared at his lover, hands trembling slightly, was Kaz Rietveld not Kaz Brekker and most certainly not Dirtyhands. He hated he could be reduced to the shell of the man he once was just by the look of an inanimate object that could do him no harm, a stupid bath of all things.

(Y/N) turned around to meet his eyes. She never looked at him with pity, not even after she had found out about Jordie and everything that had turned him into the monster he now believed he was. Maybe it was because she loved him or because she saw more than what laid in the surface of who Kaz Brekker portrayed himself as. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that she knew what it was to be broken down and the pain and struggle that came with rising from the ashes. She knew by experience what it was to evolve and turn yourself into someone stronger, someone who wouldn’t be subjected to broken dreams and broken spirits ever again. Either way he was grateful for that, he reckoned he wouldn’t be able to stand a pitiful look, not from anyone and especially not from her.

Then, she smiled, a smile so bright Kaz thought it might’ve been able to cleanse his soul, to cure the evilness from his spirit. She was powerful that way, in a gentle and kind manner so unlike anything the Bastard of the Barrel was accustomed to.

(Y/N) had accidentally wandered into his life all those years ago and had never once left his side (even when he was hurtful and mean and menacing). She progressed slowly going from being an annoyance to him thinking of her with fondness, somehow she managed to worm her way into his frigid heart.

He had never asked why she’d done it, stayed by his side that is, and maybe that was because he was scared of the answer he would receive. She saw him in a light that no one else did, not even himself. Kaz wasn’t sure he wanted to know exactly what she saw in him— self loathing was something hard to walk away from.

“Take your time, my love. All the time you need, I’m not going anywhere.”

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This is golden. 🥰

snap out of it

Requested by anon: Idk if requests are open but would you be willing to write something with Kaz, where the reader was with him when Pekka and his men threatened him off the job in the show? I think it’s be an interesting concept. If they aren’t open i apologize and you can ignore this. I love all of your stories and think you write Kaz so well.

A/N: Ok, I really enjoyed writing this one. Also, the Lotus is, apparently, the name of the pleasure house where reader was before Kaz bought her out. Yes, I made it up for once fic and now I keep using it, deal with it.

Summary: Y/N vs Pekka Rollins armed with Kaz's cane was never really going to end well, was it?

"You really are a prick at times, you do realise that, don't you?"

Kaz slid the door shut across his secret window that looked into the Crow Club and turned to face Y/N. "She told you."

"Of course she told me, you idiot!" Y/N snapped, glaring at him. "Would you really leave her here?"

"No, of course, I wouldn't," Kaz scoffed, offended at even the idea.

"Then why -"

"I don't know, Y/N!" Kaz yelled. He closed his eyes and all the anger just suddenly left him. "I don't know."

Y/N sighed. "So, what are you going to do? Because Inej can't stay here."

"I know."

"So?" Y/N looked at him and realised that Kaz had no plan. He had no idea. "Kaz..."

"What?" Kaz snapped, glaring at her. "Oh, don't give me that look. I'll work something out."

"Along with working out how to get across the Fold?"

"Do you enjoy pointing out the obvious?"

"When it annoys you, yes."

Kaz rolled his eyes, walking over to his desk. "I have a plan."

"Does that plan consist of more than the words 'I'm Kaz Brekker, don't question me?' Because if not, then that is not a plan!"

"Y/N, leave it," Kaz growled. "It's under control."

"Clearly it is! Inej is downstairs drinking shots, Kaz. She only ever does that when you've royally pissed her off!" Y/N yelled.

Kaz sighed and braced himself on his desk. "Y/N, I have a plan -"

"Constantly saying that you have a plan isn't having a plan."

"Will you stop it!" Kaz yelled. "I don't need your help, I know what I'm doing and I don't need you yelling at me and telling me that I don't know what I'm doing!"

"Because you don't know what you're doing!"

"Sometimes, Y/N, I wish I'd left you at the Lotus!"

Y/N stared at him. She took a shaky breath in and a hesitant step away from Kaz. "You really are a dickhead at times."

Kaz came from around his desk and took a step closer to Y/N. "Look, I have -"

He trailed off as the floorboards near the door creaked. Both of them froze, their argument on pause. Y/N looked at Kaz, silently questioning whether she needed to do something. Kaz subtly shook his head. He moved in front of Y/N and stood in the archway that separated his office from the rest of the room.

Two men wearing dark suits and bowler hats stepped out from the shadows. Y/N's hand subtly moved to the knives that sat at her waist as she waited for Kaz to make the first move.

Over the years of working together, Y/N and Kaz had formed what Jesper liked to call 'secret communication'. Neither one needed to speak for the other to know what was happening or what they were meant to do.

Kaz slightly nodded his head - a movement so subtle no one else would notice.

But Y/N saw it.

As one, they launched forward at the two men. Kaz swung his cane at the first man, stabbing him in the gut with the end of it. Y/N flipped her knife up into the air as the second man came at her, catching it and slicing it towards the man's face, catching his cheek as he dodged back.

He growled and aimed a punch at Y/N's stomach. She doubled over and coughed, her eyes watering as the air was knocked out of her. The man took advantage of her defences falling and kicked her legs out from under her. Y/N's knees slammed into the wood and she awkwardly fell sideways.

The first man grabbed Kaz's shoulders and slammed his head into the desk. Disorientated, Kaz couldn't fight the man off as he pulled his arms behind his back and held him back, restraining him.

Kaz wrestled, trying to get free, knocking a chair over as he tried to free himself. He risked a look over at Y/N, who had been forced to her knees by the second man.

Footsteps came from the archway and Kaz's head shot up. His eyes widened and he felt his heart plummet. Y/N gingerly lifted her head up and swore internally at the man standing above them both.

Pekka Rollins stood in the archway, smirking down at him. "Evening."

Kaz's eyes didn't leave Rollins as he stepped closer to him. His breathing was becoming erratic and he panicked as the ocean began to overwhelm him.

"Mr Brekker, is it?" Rollins asked, standing in front of Kaz. He glanced over at Y/N, a disinterested look about him. "Her?"

"One of his gang members, boss," the man holding Y/N said. He subconsciously put a hand to his bleeding cheek. "Bitch."

Pekka gestured with his hand and the first man threw Kaz's cane to him. Pekka approached Y/N and stood in front of her. She looked up at him with disgust and hatred in her eyes. She knew who he was - what he'd done to women just like her.

He just smiled down at her.

"Evening, gorgeous," Rollins drawled. "Sorry, this is a gentlemen's meeting only."

Before she could react, Pekka swung Kaz's cane and hit Y/N's head. She crumpled to the ground, blood trickling down the side of her head from where the beak of Kaz's crow head cane had hit her.

"There, that's better, isn't it?" Pekka said, sighing happily. He stepped back from Y/N's unconscious body and sat down in a chair opposite Kaz. "Right, where were we, Mr Brekker?"

Kaz didn't move his head as he looked at Y/N. She was still breathing - Pekka wouldn't kill her, not here, - but seeing her so still when minutes earlier she'd been yelling at him was disconcerting.

"- and then we'll be even," Pekka drawled and Kaz suddenly realised he was being spoken at.

"Not even close," Kaz growled.

"Hang on," Pekka said, holding a finger out condensendingly.

Kaz wanted to throw up. He wanted to scream and fight but his energy had gone. He was being weighed down but his clothing as he fought to keep above the water. The smell and sight of his office faded away and Kaz was back on the streets of Ketterdam, his hand in Jordie's. Kaz couldn't breathe as the memories overwhelmed him, even the mere scent of Pekka forcing him down into the darkness.

And then someone shoved him from behind and he fell forward. The door shut as Pekka and his men left and it took all his energy to simply not collapse. Kaz hung his head as he knelt on the ground, trying to get a grip on his trauma.

Kaz glanced to his right and the ocean left him suddenly, only to crash over him again in a tidal wave as he stared at Y/N. His eyes were locked on the blood trickling down her face - the blood that had been caused by his cane. Kaz swallowed and reached out a hand - a hand that he vaguely noted was shaking - and tapped Y/N's cheek. He recoiled as the cold waters rushed over him at the feel of her skin under his fingers, but as Y/N moaned softly, her eyes flickering, he relaxed.

Kaz fell back against the front of his desk, legs crumpled underneath him, and watched Y/N's eyes slowly blink open.

"Ow," she groaned, a hand going to tap the side of her head where the blood was. She pulled her hand away with a hiss of pain and slumped at the sight of the blood. "What happened?"

"Pekka Rollins," Kaz said quietly.

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'?"

"Well, what did he say? What did he want? Kaz, in case you didn't realise, I was unconscious for that whole discussion so if you could fill me in, I'd be ever so grateful."

Kaz winced as he pulled himself to his feet. His body was aching, he was sweating and his hair was a mess. He grabbed his cane off the desk and took a step forward, seeing how bad his leg was.

"Kaz?"

"Get yourself cleaned up," Kaz replied, limping out the room with a surprising amount of speed.

Y/N lifted her head up off the floor and watched him go. He slammed the door behind him and she groaned, slumping back to the floor.

Kaz awkwardly limped down the stairs and stormed across the floor of the club to the bar. Jesper looked up as he approached and frowned at his dishevelled state.

"You alright boss?"

Kaz snatched Jesper's shot off the bar, downed it in one, slammed the drink back on the bar and winced at the alcohol before answering. "No."

Jesper stared in offence at his empty shot - the second stolen shot of that night- but said nothing. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question at Kaz, waiting for him to continue.

"I've been warned off the job," Kaz replied, refusing to meet Jesper's concerned gaze.

"By who?"

Kaz turned to look at Jesper, giving him a pointed stare. "Who do you think?"

Jesper swore softly. "Did he remember you? Like, did he know -"

"If he had remembered me, I'd be dead, Jesper," Kaz replied, pulling his pocket watch out. He clicked it open, the machine ticking rhythmically in his hands. "There's still time."

"For what? We're off the job," Jesper said, following Kaz as he stepped down onto the floor of the Crow Club.

"Never make decisions out of fear, Jesper," Kaz replied. His hands clasped around the head of his cane as he stared down at his kingdom. "Only out of spite."

A pause and then: "Well, greed always worked for me."

Kaz closed his eyes. One day - one day soon - he would probably end up punching Jesper. "Go guard the door."

Jesper's smile faded and he glowered at the back of Kaz's head before sighing and rolling his eyes, reluctantly dragging his feet along the floor of the Crow Club as he headed to the front door.

"Honestly, would it kill him to open up one of these days," Jesper muttered to himself. He stopped by the end of the bar and picked up his hat and jacket, flipping his hat onto his head. "Go guard the door, Jesper," he said, mimicking Kaz. "Do this, Jesper, do that Jes - Saints, Y/N, what happened to you?!"

Y/N raised her eyebrows at Jesper, wincing slightly. "Is it really that bad?"

"No, the blood disguises it nicely."

"Oh, I thought I'd gotten it off," Y/N muttered, spinning to look in the random, cracked mirror hanging on the wall near the cloakroom. She spun a bit too fast for her head to cope with and stumbled back. Jesper took a step forward and caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Steady on now, love," Jesper said, putting Y/N back on her feet. "Come on, let's go outside and I'll fix it."

"Thank you," Y/N muttered, letting Jesper lead her outside the club.

There was some sort of party going on in the street outside the club and numerous tourists and dancers dressed as the infamous characters of Ketterdam were dancing and singing as they passed.

Jesper sat Y/N down on an upturned barrel that had been left empty near the wall. He bought a tiny footstall over and sat in front of her with a bottle of alcohol and a clean handkerchief.

"So, what happened?"

"Pekka Rollins is what happened," Y/N said, wincing as Jesper began cleaning the side of her forehead. "Not to mention Kaz being his usual charming self."

Jesper snorted. "I heard he warned Kaz off the job."

"Oh, so that's what happened," Y/N drawled. "I was there but I was unconscious for the talking part. Pekka's men appeared, roughed Kaz and me up and then Pekka appears, says it's a 'gentlemen' talk and knocks me out with Kaz's cane."

"Oof."

"Oof to 'Pekka knocking me out' or oof to 'being knocked out with Kaz's cane'."

"Both. Although I suspect Kaz's cane hurt a bit more than the other one," Jesper replied, his voice quiet.

Y/N groaned. "Am I that obvious?"

"No, not at all. I've just got a trained eye." Jesper winked at her and Y/N giggled.

"You too, huh?" She asked softly, leaning into his hand as he pressed it against the side of her head, mopping up the blood.

"Yeah... but, you know, he's Kaz. I'm me. It'd never work anyway," Jesper replied. He looked at her, eyes narrowing slightly. "What else did he say to you?"

"Jes..."

"No, don't deflect, Y/N. I recognise that look in your eyes, darling. What did he say?"

Y/N sighed. She looked down at her hands and fiddled with a button on her tunic. "He said that sometimes he wishes he'd left me at the... at the Lotus."

Jesper's gaze hardened. He glanced at the inside of Crow Club and stood up but Y/N reached forward and grabbed his arm.

"Don't, Jesper, just... just don't. It's not worth it."

"Y/N -"

"Yeah, I know, alright," she said, her voice small. "I know. Just, please, leave it."

Jesper sighed but sat back down. "He's a dickhead."

"I know. Yet, here we are," she said, chuckling tiredly. She sighed and picked up the bottle of alcohol. "To being fools in love," she said quietly, smiling down at him. She took a swig from the bottle and handed it to Jesper.

Jesper kissed her hand as he took the bottle and smiled as a smile appeared on Y/N's face. "To fools in love."

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currently thinking about my dangerous f/o warning me that they could hurt me. they tell me that i should run, but i cradle their face and they lean into my touch, closing their eyes. i smile so soft and lovingly. “i love you. i trust you. you won’t hurt me.” and press the sweetest kiss upon their lips.

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Relog if it's okay to send Anons 'from' your F/O!

These could range from platonic, to wholesome, to suggestive! 👀 Tag which of these themes you would like, and even who you are wanting to receive it from; if interested. 😊 ❤

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Excellent. I always love this trope ❤️

better unheard, better unsaid (part one) | k.b.

pairing: kaz brekker x gender neutral!reader

word count: 1.2k.

summary: kaz is in love with you. you think he’s in love with inej.

author's note: you asked, and I delivered. first soc one shot is up!! find part two here!!

“before we start, i have to ask this—even though it’s a simple job and i assume you’re smart enough to understand it—do you have any questions?” kaz’s question is directed to you but his eyes remain on the parchment in front of him, hands gloved and finishing a letter.

“is there really something between you and the wraith?” it’s a simple question, really, but it wasn’t supposed to escape your mouth. you’d thought it, of course you had, but there are some things you just can’t take back. you can’t take back words said to kaz brekker.

words to kaz brekker had to be chosen with care, thought through and carefully considered. you’d heard the stories, the whispers and rumours of dirtyhands in the ketterdam streets. whispers of snapped necks, degloved hands, tales of men at the beginning of their career in one moment, facing the loss of their life in the next. with one wrong move, one toe out of line, even brekker’s most prized investments were thrown to the streets. you’d seen it happen before.

and you were only just hired, it wouldn’t take much for kaz to change his mind and toss you back into the alley he’d rescued you from. his hands stop. his brows lower. his gaze lifts to meet yours. “i beg your pardon?”

the words rush out of you. “i’m sorry, didn’t mean to pry, i’ve just heard rumours that—”

they keep flowing and you can’t stop them as you apologise, apologise, for how stupid could you be? you were meant to be useful. a spy, a thief, a shadow in the night. silent, invisible, not blurting out words in curiosity and a twinge of jealousy. one did not simply ask kaz dirtyhands brekker about such things.

his eyes fall back to his letter, hands working, always working, holding the parchment firm and signing his name. slipping the sheet into an envelope, into the pocket of his coat. slow, deliberate. you shut up when he looks up again, and you gulp at the darkness within. “i don’t believe in rumours. even if there was some truth to the matter, i don’t see why that’s any concern of yours, nor how it might affect your performance.”

“i know, i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking—”

kaz raises a hand, and again you fall quiet. “i don’t care. i didn’t hire you to babble. i hired you for a job.”

“what would you have me do?”

…

you’ve managed to stay on for three months since, finally venturing out of your shell.

jesper’s a hard zemeni to say no to, all charming smile and quick wit. nina’s always a good laugh, the only one who’ll match you waffle for waffle. you immediately grew attached to wylan, your shared experience of a bitter household translating into a bond. matthias was a tough nut to crack, but he caved after nina gave him a few choice words about welcoming you into the group. your initial nerves at meeting inej, the wraith and the love of kaz’s life, faded once she gave you a smile and dagger. “welcome to the crows. thought you might need this.”

and kaz—against his better judgement, against every voice screaming no, not after jordie—began to love you. slowly but surely, you stole his heart, walking through the doors he’d built and past the guards he’d stationed to protect it. you, only you could slip so easily into his heart, his dreams, his every waking moment. you, with your brilliant mind and bright eyes, mouth always one step ahead of your brain.

only your smile could light up the room. only your approval, your pride in him was enough. and it terrified him. how did you capture his heart as if it were the easiest heist in the world? how did he let you?

he’s lost in his thoughts, lost in a newly-forming plan, not noticing his own movements until he looks up and finds himself sitting beside you. you glance at him for a second (was it only a second? it could have been an eternity), that spark of mischief in your eye. then you look back to your hand of cards, breaking the spell, and he blinks.

jesper was in his usual good mood, his smile astonishingly still intact after losing three man bramble for the fifth time. “y/n, dear, tell me. how did you get so good at bramble?”

“i’ve played with you enough times to know when you’re bluffing, fahey. i’ll take my five kruge now, thanks.” with a laugh, you offer your hand, and jesper slaps the bill into your palm with a sigh. you raise the bill to your nose, inhaling the crisp scent of currency. “never does get old, y’know. taking your money.”

“oh does it, now? i’d work on my poker face, but there’s not much to improve on when you look this good.” he leans back in his seat, hand running through his hair, and you make a face at him.

“so you admit there’s room for improvement,” kaz cut in.

“i did not say—!”

your laugh cuts through the din of the crow club. kaz stares at you, eyes surprisingly soft in a rare good mood. was that a smile on his mouth? your eyes meet his, and you take a breath. “now, kaz. just a question. if you could have anything you wished, what would it be?”

you, y/n. you. “to die buried under the weight of my own gold” comes out instead. short, sharp, rehearsed. “what else?”

“not inej?” you’re a fully-fledged tease now, pushing kaz’s buttons and coming close, so close to his limit. it’s just a joke but it stings a little, your heart snagging on her name.

you hope he takes the joke. you hope he says no. but he’s caught off guard, as he always seems to be with you, and the slight flush of his cheeks gives him away. your smile remains but your body sinks a little further into your seat. ah. so it’s true, then.

“i don’t know what you mean by that.” he feigns ignorance but jesper knows, and clasps your hand in agreement. kaz’s eyes flick to your hands, wishing he was the one holding your hand, but his own remain folded in his lap.

“kaz, we’ve all seen you two. we know something’s going on.” jesper cuts the tension with a wiggle of his brows. “hard not to notice the king and queen of ketterdam.”

kaz chokes, jesper smirks, you struggle to maintain a fake smile.

“boys, this has been fun, really, but i’ve got somewhere to be.” your hands are shaking, there’s no way you can disguise them. “if you’ll excuse me.”

jesper, usually oblivious jesper starts to take note of your expression, face falling. kaz notices your hands, the slight tremble in your voice. his eyes search your face, trying to read you, but you’re a closed book. “y/n, i—”

“i really hope you two make each other happy, kaz. saints know you need some joy in your life.” you’re gone not even a second later, slipping into the cold streets of ketterdam.

smoke creeps into your lungs and you cough, curling further into your jacket. heavy footsteps trudging through the wet, bumping into thieves and merchants and fools alike. it’s bustling, busy, crowded.

surrounded by people on all sides, but you’ve never felt more alone.