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[swans-recs]

Aw this was so cute ❤️ I love fluffy Kaz where he's in a good mood but not cuddly-kissy, those two are rarely in the same fic (probably because S1 of the show showed only the brooding side of Kaz, the showrunners said he's gonna be more book Kaz in following seasons though so maybe his humor follows).

And yeah now when I've been reading SoC (I've almost finished it, baaaahhh 😭), I've snorted a lot of times on stuff Kaz has said 😄 Though one of my favorite things has been the mental picture Inej created, about Kaz looking like a priest going to preach to a bunch of circus performers 😂😂😂

(Sorry for taking so long to reblog, I've been feeling discouraged to do anything and I feel like I can't think of good feedback properly either)

Hi! Could you do a Drabble with “Wait, you think I’m cute?” with Kaz please?

: ̗̀➛ 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐝𝐨𝐠 (kaz brekker x gn!reader)

a/n: i had something much more fun in mind idk what this is im sorry

features: 3rd person gn!reader (they/them)

wc: 700

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𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 worthy of the name must have among its ranks a master of disguise. A shadow who glides through the crowds in broad daylight, who can be grafted onto any skin and fills it seamlessly. Kaz Brekker knows this—and he knows even better that as far as Ketterdam's camouflage swindlers go, Y/N Y/L/N is the very best.

And Kaz Brekker only surrounds himself with the best of the best.

Once again, he called upon his favorite actor to play the role of the inside connection. It's almost too easy for them, and they play it up; Y/N watches their nails nonchalantly, then Kaz with feigned disinterest, and purrs that it looks like Dirtyhands can't get enough of them.

But Kaz knows that Y/N's arrogant indifference is only a facade, and that they will always come back with haste to work at his side. By lure of gain, by love of adrenalin, or by, and he shudders to think of it, but does not allow himself to consider it too long, sincere affection for his company.

"What am I to do this time?"

"Obey orders."

A click of the tongue. "That's not what I'm used to doing."

"Not mine."

"Even worse."

"I need a pair of eyes inside the Exchange, and an unassuming, docile runner to gain the trust of its merchers. Your papers are already done—you are Ghezen's newest little recruit. You will pass on everything you see, everything you hear, the slightest crack in the floor to me through Nina Zenik."

Y/N's ears perk up at the outline of the plan, curiosity piqued and shameless grin creeping on their lips.

"The Exchange? You're either planning the heist of the century, or the remainder of your life in prison. Kerch will never forgive you for the affront to her idol."

"I have no forgiveness to ask of anyone. Are you in?"

Y/N's entire frame sizzles with ardent greed. They already imagine the riches with which they will cover the sills of each of their windows and pave the crumbling stairs of his building, the hot, mold-free meals they will be able to share with the Dregs; the spark of pride they will read in Kaz's eyes as they faithfully report each piece of information in the palm of his glove.

"When have I not been in?"

Y/N spots a flame of esteem dancing on Kaz's beaming face. He doesn't try to hide it at all, for once. He surrenders himself completely to the glory of a dream, of a smile, of a hand that he unintentionally extends. Toward Y/N.

"Perfect. There was no one better suited to play the role of a mercher's cute little lapdog."

"I'll take it as a... wait, you think I'm cute?"

When your head shoots up at Kaz, you find him chuckling to himself, casting glimmering lights onto your every pore. He is a sight to behold, unabashed and drenched in careful humor, something like an eclipse.

"You only ever hear what you want to hear."

A joke falling from his lips, effortless and candid, is like discovering a speckle of pure gold in a mountain of rubble. By Ghezen, does it drive you crazy.

"Isn't that what you hired me for? To hear the secrets that the unwary drop?"

Like a scene lost to Ketterdam's smoky haze, Kaz swats Y/N's shoulder lightly, stifling a laugh, and the leather of his glovers glides on their forearm without care, halting their heart for a split second. The next, before they can catch a glimpse of Kaz's earnest gaze, the touch is gone, and so are the sparks.

"Nina got you the guards' uniform. You start tomorrow morning. Don't disappoint me."

"I never do."

Kaz nods, the ghost of a memory tugging at the corner of his eyes. Then, like all that is worth saving in Ketterdam, it is gone, swallowed by the mist and soot.

tagging: @softeninglooks @maybanksslut @alexxavicry (all my writing) @retvenkos @lettersoftroy @janesofia7 @swanimagines @sassyscribbler @noesapphic (grishaverse)

[swans-recs]

CINNAMON GIRL

THIS PIECE IS NOT MINE!!! I was asked to reupload this by my friend @jexnrey as she no more wishes to be part of the writer community but she still wants people to be able to read this. PROOF

DO NOT ASK ME FOR PART 2'S FOR THIS OR THE SORT, BECAUSE I DID NOT WRITE THIS AND THE REAL WRITER DOESN'T WRITE HERE ANYMORE!!

If you're interested in my Kaz stuff, it can be found here. pairings: kaz brekker x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of abuse and brief spoilers of kaz’s backstory.

summary: everyone had their own dark history that formed them into a foreboding person, and kaz was no exception; he had his fair share of demons, but he was itching to discover about yours and why you loathe the feeling of touch as much as he did but seek solace from him.

author’s note: kaz with my favorite lana song?? yes please!! do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

word count: 3.1k

KETTERDAM IS NOT a pleasant and welcoming city. In the filthy, morally repugnant, and dangerous place, battered and wounded individuals on the verge of death, criminals, thieves, and sinners were discovered. The city had corrupted the people with its savagery, where compassion and benevolence are seen as vulnerabilities, and it was irredeemable, tainting the citizens with the city's unrighteousness.

The Crows were no exception. They were also impacted by the darkness that Ketterdam had plagued them with; regardless of how young they were, whether a girl or a boy, they would be painted with the city's malice. Everyone had their own demons, something dreadful had occurred to them—it didn't matter what it was, for the demons and the city had shaped them into a person with a dark heart and a desire for cruelty.

Kaz had personal knowledge with this. He had been altered, like so many others, by the vile city's relentless brutality. With his sinister demeanor, or his lethal cane, where he might break a leg, or change a man's fortune, he was known as Dirtyhands. People feared him, and some had always wondered what had happened to Kaz Brekker to make him so merciless.

Of course, everything remained a mystery since no one dared to cross Kaz, including the Crows who were usually with him. They didn't want to meet death by Brekker's gloved hands just yet, even though they were plainly intrigued about the cunning yet deadly thief. The tragedy that transformed Kaz into the person he is today remained hidden, and others speculated that the city had done nothing to him and that he was born wicked.

They were not corrected by Kaz.

Matthias refers to him as demjin, which means demon in Fjerdan. It didn't bother Kaz; they could call him whatever they wanted; at the very least, they'd know he wasn't someone to tamper with. After all, he had a reputation to uphold, and if people feared him, then so be it. Kaz enjoyed the feeling of authority and domination among fools, and he relished seeing people's terror whenever he was near.

He was certain that he was born with a terribly malevolent nature. That perhaps the shadows had been there all along, seething inside only to become stronger when the feeling of vengeance overwhelmed him after a life full of treachery and violence, after Jordie's death and everything else that had made Kaz miserable before. He had his own darkness, but it was at odds with yours. How did you wind up with him and the Crows in Ketterdam?

Kaz remembered the day he first met you as if it had been scorched into his mind. Your hair was escaping out of its hair tie, framing your face in a frenetic and wild yet compelling way. You appeared to be running, your movements swift and efficient; you seemed to be young, similar to Kaz's age, yet there was still a youthful simplicity in you, one that he had lost a long time ago, buried in the waters and deepest depths of it.

He might have gone about his business; after all, the last thing on his mind was a girl, agitated and wounded amidst the city of Ketterdam's well-known lack of morality. To Kaz, it's a common sight, one that would even amuse him, but when he first saw you, there was something unusual about you. He didn't feel sorry for you but you seemed to be a fresh face, and Kaz Brekker must know everyone in the city. He needed to keep a watchful eye on everyone, especially any potential enemies.

On a dreary night in Ketterdam, where Kaz could hear the same rattling noises and smell the foul stench of blood and sins outside, he focused instead on the kruge on his table. He was counting everything carefully and silently, and when he heard the familiar faint footsteps, he didn't stop. Kaz didn't look up at the person, instead continuing to stare at the kruge as if it were about to vanish from his grasp. After a brief pause, he finally looked up.

He wasn’t surprised to see her. “Hello, Inej.”

Inej approached Kaz, who was standing behind the table, and gave him a distinctive nod as he looked down and arranged the kruge on the table. Her movements were light and stealthy, like the Wraith she was and Kaz suspected she had something to tell him. Inej only came to his office when she had something important to tell Kaz.

“I'm hoping you're not here to waste my time,” Kaz remarked, his voice flat and uninterested as usual. “Any valuable information?”

“It’s about the girl,” Inej started.

Kaz made a gesture of paying attention to her, but he was still gazing down at his money. “Girl?”

He could hear Inej's footsteps getting closer until she was directly across from him. “The one you said I should look into to find out who she is.”

For the first time since Inej went to his office, Kaz looked up with a gleam of pure interest in his dark eyes. “I’m listening.”

“She's a fresh face in the city—I once followed her on her way and discovered she lived near an elderly couple's bakery. She is new here in Ketterdam, and I hadn't heard about her until you told me to keep an eye on her,” Inej stated passively. “But, she is skillful. She was in a frenzy as she realized I was following her, so she became alarmed and attacked me.”

Kaz became increasingly intrigued. “Tell me you didn't kill her.”

Inej's dark eyes were frowning, but behind her mask and the darkness, Kaz couldn't see her entire face. “I didn’t and I wouldn't,” she said bluntly, as if the answer was self-evident. “She's brilliant, and despite being new to Ketterdam, she's already proven her potential.”

“What is her name?”

“Y/N L/N.” Inej replied. “Why the sudden interest in her?”

“Always be cautious of new people; they are unaccustomed with the ambience of Ketterdam, and it is wiser to get to know them before they identify themselves,” Kaz counseled. “She may be destructive, but based on what you said, she's entirely harmless.”

Inej shook her head, disbelieving. “Did the word 'skillful' escape your notice?”

Kaz wore a vacant smile. “I heard you just fine.”

“Kaz,” she said, her voice warning. “What are your intentions with her?”

“I won’t kill her, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Inej's eyes glowed with understanding, and Kaz battled the impulse to roll his eyes; why did it take her so long to realize?

Inej remarked, “You’re recruiting her in the Dregs.”

Kaz only wore a pleased expression.

You had adjusted well once you were recruited in the Dregs. Kaz remembered how, to his astonishment, a gun greeted his temple when he walked inside a small, cluttered space that he knows you call home. He followed Inej's directions, and your small abode was definitely close to the bakery run by an elderly couple. He could still remember the smell of the lingering pastries even in the middle of a wretched place you called home.

Kaz could see the survival instinct you implemented in your small home where there was collected foods, knives placed on the couch, and a blanket applied as a cover for the windows, and he observed his fascination with your cautiousness. You only let go of the gun after he assured you that he meant no harm and that he had a proposition for you.

That's how it all began. When Inej indicated you were competent, she was right. With the jobs Kaz had given you, you were swift and clever, as well as flawless. Perhaps your accomplishments were a way of repaying Kaz for providing you with a secure place to sleep and have a modest shelter. Not only that, but you'd formed close friendships with the Barrel's employees, particularly the Crows.

You were particularly fond of Inej. The one-time attack and brief fight against one another became a laughing memory as you both reminisced about it whenever you had the opportunity. There was no scorching animosity between you two, and you became inseparable as the days passed. Kaz remembered you blabbering your apologies to Inej after stabbing her in the leg when you realized she was following you. Inej could only chuckle heartily.

Matthias seemed to like you, much to Kaz's great shock, and he could see how you both chatted and spoke about things after each heist. Nina had mentioned that it was mundane at job when it was just her and Inej as the girls, and you were a wonderful addition. She had been pushing Kaz to make you a Crow for a while, but Kaz thought you weren't ready. You were only needed on occasion, not every time they pulled off a job.

You bonded well with Wylan as well, but Kaz sensed your apprehension towards Jesper. Kaz was initially perplexed; Jesper was a naturally cheerful person, and everyone seemed to enjoy his company. Not that you dreaded it, rather Kaz could always recall your laughter whenever Jesper cracked a joke—a laugh he grew terribly fond of.

Jesper, on the other hand, is far too friendly, and Kaz would be lying if he said he didn't notice the dread expression on your face whenever someone came close to you or when Jesper put his elbow on your shoulder.

Kaz began to observe you more intently after seeing that, as if he hadn't already. He believed he had made the right decision in recruiting you. You were special, enthusiastic, and the light of the Barrel. Kaz didn't think you'd fit in well with the city's grim environment at first, and he didn't want you to get further corrupted by the violence.

But Kaz had entirely overlooked and dismissed what had transpired to you and how you had landed up in Ketterdam.

Every day, Kaz's inexplicable fondness for you grew stronger. You and Kaz have a contentious relationship; unlike the rest of the Crows, you didn't necessarily converse and blabber to him, nor did you laugh and tease with him like you did with Inej and Jesper, but there was a wordless distinctive connection between you and Kaz.

Your patience and presence were the attributes he admired the most in you. Kaz wasn't easy to talk to or even tolerate–he's closed off and harsh–but whatever nonsense Saints Inej believed in seemed to bring you to Ketterdam to soften his roughness. In his world of darkness, Kaz didn't believe in miracles or light, but you were there, proving that there is still some good in the world. Kaz had intended to fire you at that time.

He had questioned Inej about your misfortune and how you ended up in Ketterdam. Inej only shook her head and mumbled something about your past being none of her business. You were shut off as well, but unlike Kaz, you shine with gentleness and radiance, masking whatever darkness you may have. Matthias would grumble under his breath whenever you greeted Kaz in the morning with a big smile.

Matthias had once growled, “The demjin doesn't deserve such pleasant smiles.”

You only shook your head, as delicate and gentle as you were. “Even if it's seldom or undeserved, everyone deserves a little bit of decency.”

That's when Kaz realized you were mistaken. He didn't deserve such remedy from you—you and him had a routine where you'd read a book in his office or simply admire the moon and stars at night, the moonlight shining in your face and making you look stunning. There was no talking, just stillness. Kaz was always busy making plans and would occasionally glance at you.

Your very presence made him feel calmer, and whenever you came to visit his office, which had previously been dark, was replaced with a strange sense of peace. Kaz was hesitant to make you a Crow for a reason, selfish if it was. He didn't want to expose you completely to his enemies, risking you being wounded or worse, killed. He knows you're talented and all, but he let his vanity get the best of him, and to his horror, his worry.

He valued your tranquility, but he also sought your voice—he wanted you to talk excitedly about anything, and if your silence had soothed him, what more could your voice possibly have done? But maybe it was all one-sided, and you're only there with Kaz because you owe him courtesy, and maybe you've never liked him, and you're just doing this benevolence to him to act with integrity.

Kaz wouldn’t blame you.

Kaz despised weakness, and he knew he couldn't just have you rot in the streets, no matter how he felt—and he questioned why he was feeling anything at all. He was ruthless, but he didn't want to hurt someone who had been nothing but pleasant and selfless. He didn't want to take away your friendship or the comfort you found in the Barrel.

He did not want you to go.

Kaz was disturbed by the thought.

Everyone was fast asleep, exhausted from the job they had just completed, so they chatted and ate waffles—Nina’s suggestion—to calm their anxieties before retiring to their various rooms. Only the Crows were required for the job, and Kaz had assumed you were probably sleeping in your room as he lingered at the table with Jesper, who was elated from the successful completion of the job.

To Kaz's relief, Jesper yawned and stood up, but before walking away, he stopped and beamed even brighter and exclaimed, “Y/N!”

Kaz took a look around and spotted you. You approached them with a relieved expression on your face, a book in your hand, and no indication of drowsiness on your face. You gave a small smile as you met Kaz's gaze, which had not left yours, and then turned to face Jesper.

Jesper shifted his gaze between you and Kaz, then back to you, and Kaz swore he glimpsed a smirk on the Zemeni's face. “I'll talk to you tomorrow, gorgeous,” he says, “I'm exhausted, goodnight.”

Kaz watched Jesper approaching you and saw him about to hug you before deciding against it and giving you a wink before passing you by. It made Kaz frown.

“Aren’t you tired?” you began as you sat across from him, helping yourself to the last waffles.

Kaz noticed this was the start of a conversation - he expected you to be silent as you eat and enjoy each other's company, but you spoke to him, and to his chagrin, a tightrope in his stomach loosened and made him feel relaxed.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Your eyes squinted when the topic shifted, but you shrugged it off. “I wasn't tired.”

“That makes it both of us.”

Kaz sat back and enjoyed your chuckle. The sounds it made were like a stack of kruge tumbling from his table. He was trying to memorize the cadence of your laugh. He shook his head, hating the thoughts that overwhelm him, but he couldn't help himself—it was only you and him, in the middle of the night, and there was no silence.

“No one got hurt?” you muttered as you bit into your waffle.

“We're fine,” Kaz said, pleased as he saw your eyes brighten. “The job was successful.”

Kaz has a keen ability to read people and can tell you were worried, which could explain why you weren't asleep. You had been waiting for their arrival. Or maybe it was just the other Crows and not him and Kaz didn't realize he was staring until you said spoke.

“I know questions are etched on your face,” you said, implying that he wasn't the only one who can easily read people. “What is it, Kaz?”

He was taking a risk, but he couldn't help but ask the question that had been nagging him since the first time he saw you. “How did you end up in Ketterdam?”

You remained silent for a moment, staring down at your waffle, before speaking softly enough for Kaz to mistake it for a faint hum. “I... wanted a way out.”

He almost laughed. “What could be worse than Ketterdam?”

You raised your eyes to Kaz, your expression solemn, the brightness that had warmed him faded. “Believe it or not, Ketterdam has seemed like home to me—it's the closest thing I've ever felt to refuge here, despite the fact that it's brutal. It was the first time I felt secure.”

The first time? Kaz thought.

“The people, too,” you continued, “Inej, Nina, Jesper, Matthias, Wylan. And… you Kaz.”

“What happened to you, Y/N?” Kaz struggled to hide his uneasiness in his tone. “Has anyone ever treated you with such safety and tranquility?”

“No,” you said softly and unsteadily. “You were the first who ever did.”

Kaz noticed tears threatening to spill from your eyes and decided he couldn't bear you being so vulnerable—it wasn't like you. “Talk to me, L/N.”

“When my mother left when I was six, my father became sorrowful, unhappy, and enraged, and he let all of his aggression out on me,” you explained, your voice strained. “He does things to me that no parent should ever do to their child.”

Kaz was filled with a searing and inexplicable rage. But he kept his cool by clutching his cane tightly in his hands, as if striving to maintain composure. He listened intently as you spoke, satisfied that you had put your trust in him to speak about something that had been a lingering memory. He observed you playing with your hands at the table, the waffle long forgotten.

His voice was like a promise of violence. “Why?”

You shrugged, a small, pained smile on your face. “People end up doing things they don’t want to do, but sometimes they can’t do anything to stop it. My father had no one else to release his frustrations on, so he did it to me, and after that, he’d apologize and hug me while crying.”

Kaz felt compelled to say something to you since you had put your trust in him, and it was only fair that he reciprocated it. “I had never been treated with kindness and tenderness by anyone. You were also the first one who did.”

“I owe you, Kaz.”

“You owe me nothing,” Kaz immediately responded.

“You saved my life,” you said.

Kaz locked his gaze on you, seeking to grasp the details of whatever it was he was enamored of. “I'd do it all over again. I can't guarantee you peace or liberty, but you will never be treated the way your father treated you. I won’t let it happen.”

It was then that you both realized that when the day ended and night came, you would seek one other's solace. Two souls that had their own painful memories and had never known serenity before connected and shared it.

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And again, this piece is not mine! It was written by my friend, read the info above the fic. Do not ask me for part 2's or ask to be tagged into my Kaz taglist etc, I did not write this and the person who did wishes to not be part of the writer community anymore, but the original piece has been deleted with her deactivated blog so she asked me to reupload.

[swans-recs]

INFLICTED DESIRE

THIS PIECE IS NOT MINE!!! I was asked to reupload this by my friend @jexnrey as she no more wishes to be part of the writer community but she still wants people to be able to read this. PROOF

DO NOT ASK ME FOR PART 2'S FOR THIS OR THE SORT, BECAUSE I DID NOT WRITE THIS AND THE REAL WRITER DOESN'T WRITE HERE ANYMORE!!

If you're interested in my Kaz stuff, it can be found here.

pairings: kaz brekker x fem!reader, platonic!nina zenik x fem!reader

warnings: the normal six of crows shenanigans.

summary: you were simply a crow and nina's closest friend, but kaz doesn't understand why he feels the need to be near you or protect you when you can protect yourself; he is closed off and unreadable, and he couldn't articulate his feelings properly, until you were hurt on the job.

author’s note: kaz is so hard to write—forgive me for this i tried so hard 😭 i read soc carefully & read fanfics about kaz to take some inspo, but enjoy this trash cus i don’t! do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

word count: 2.1k

KAZ BREKKER DID not make mistakes. He was a thief, not a fool, the Dregs’ leader, and Ketterdam’s most notorious man. He had a sharp intellect and was astute; no one ventured to cross him out of fear, or they were rational enough not to.

His plans were meticulous, and if something went wrong (which was unlikely), he had hundreds of backup plans ready to go. And everything went well, but there was a glimmer of realization that Kaz had made the biggest mistake of his life. It was bothering him, and he had a nagging feeling of uneasiness.

If he had merely noted when he met you—charming and intriguing—when he visited the House of the White Rose to inform Nina about a job; he should have simply ignored you when you passed him in the hall without a second glance, but Kaz had been effectively intrigued.

Nina told him that you were her closest friend and the one person in the White Rose who kept her sane. Nina was cautious, with a guarded gleam in her eyes and a reluctance that could get you killed in Ketterdam, when Kaz inquired whether you had any skills.

Nina had given Kaz a sharp gaze and said, “Recruiting her in the Dregs is dangerous.”

“Nina dear,” Kaz drawled. “It’s dangerous everywhere in Ketterdam. And I think your friend would appreciate getting out of here every now and then.”

Nina told Kaz about your bewitching qualities with a little more trepidation. You were charismatic, a pretty face and a cunning smile that could tempt wealthy merchants to give you kruge and a wise convincer. Nina also mentioned that you had good combat skills. Kaz Brekker had smirked at the time, his thoughts racing. He was well aware that he needed you on his team.

That was his very first mistake. You were good at your work—you did a brilliant job and Kaz knew you were a terrific addition to the Dregs—but as the days passed, he began to have an underlying feeling inside him that he quickly dismissed whenever you were there. Kaz often wondered if he should have heeded Nina’s advice about not recruiting you in the Dregs, but he’d been blinded by his curiosity, and he bitterly regretted it.

He recalled one mission in which they were meant to spy on a handful of Pekka Rollins’ men. Kaz remembered how meticulously he had prepared for this; he had gone over blueprints over and again until his eyes were weary, but he would not rest—never. Kaz was scrupulous with his plotting especially since it involved Pekka Rollins.

When there’s a lovely girl around and they’re inebriated, men are simple to seduce. So, of course, your main task was to play the inquisitive girl, allowing men to reveal their drunken secrets while you sat, looking pretty. Despite the fact that you were skilled in this vicinity, Kaz didn’t like the plan, but he needed Inej on the roofs and Nina by the door, so you were left as an option.

As he saw you woo one of Rollins guys, he felt a prickling sensation inside him. You were dressed in a velvety white dress that accentuated your contours; you stood out in the darkness of Ketterdam, and you shone brightly. Kaz may not believe in Saints, but he was convinced you were one by the radiance of your smile and dress.

He despised seeing you sitting on a drunk Dime Lion man’s lap, and Kaz noticed you looked uneasy, so he fought the impulse to smash the man’s head with his cane until his skull cracked satisfyingly. He reminded himself that this was a job, and he needed to do his part. Despite your unsettled expression, he could see your ears perk up, and that’s when Kaz recognized the man had begun to speak.

Kaz watched you giggling and touching the man’s forearm while drinking your drink; you were playing your part wonderfully as usual. And it all happened very quickly; when the drunken man leaned close to you, another man approached him to stop him, and Kaz realized the man knew who you were.

The man had said something to the inebriated man, and the latter had suddenly sobered up, and Kaz realized chaos had occurred. Because of the drink you drank, you appeared tipsy, but Kaz could see how your eyes flared in terror and your gaze immediately darted to him.

Kaz had set out on foot to get you, but Nina had beaten him to it. Nina had grasped your wrist and pulled you away in alarm before the man could grab you. Shots were being fired, and Kaz could see Jesper rousing his revolters to fire back at the men who were shooting at you and now at Jesper.

Kaz was so concentrated on the men and the bullets that he missed you limping in Nina’s arms as he pulled his own gun. Nina wore a worried expression on her face and was essentially bearing half your weight. And Kaz could see it: there was blood on your abdomen that was obvious and evident through the white of your dress. As Kaz focused on you, gunshots faded into the background, and he was startled out of his reverie when Jesper told them to leave.

He didn’t normally listen to Jesper because he was the one who gave the directions and commands, but now his feet followed Jesper’s, his leg jerking in pain as he hobbled, yet his step was swift. He remembered the blood on your adobem, the way Nina’s eyes widened, and he was filled with dread. It was terrifying. Since Jordie, he hasn’t felt like this in years.

Kaz knew Inej was close behind him, quiet and concealed like the Wraith she is, as his Crows hurried to the Slat. As you limped beside Nina, Kaz could see you being held by her, and he turned to Jesper, a sensation inside him that he didn’t want to convey.

“Run after Nina,” Kaz ordered coldly. “Help her with Y/N.”

Jesper didn’t need to say anything else as he ran to Nina, and when he caught up with both girls, he grabbed your waist and helped half of your weight as Nina and Jesper carried you to the Slat. Kaz despised hearing a hint of fragility in his voice, but Jesper didn’t seem to mind.

···

It didn’t matter to Kaz if Nina could hear his rapid heartbeat. Kaz saw that the others were watching him as his eyes swept you laying on your bed with Nina mending your wound. Even though your face was pale and your breathing was unsteady, you were alive, Kaz was not soothed. Despite her concerns, Nina had been firm, requesting medical equipment from Matthias, who had followed orders.

Kaz isn’t concerned about the Rollins information right now; all he wants is for you to be alright. He remembered your eyes widening in panic and searching for his first. He swallowed a lump in his throat and shook his head, focusing on you instead. And there was so much blood, Kaz gripped his cane tightly in his fist.

“Heal her,” he murmured.

Nina gave him a cold stare. “I’m trying, Kaz, but there’s just too much blood.”

“I don’t care,” Kaz said icily, his gaze matching hers. “Zenik, heal her.”

Inej had left, but not before praying to her Saints for you to be well. Jesper walked away as well, noticing the gloom in Kaz’s voice and Nina’s gaze. Matthias was retrieving more medical supplies, creating a tense atmosphere with only a feverish Kaz, an anxious but indignant Nina, and an alive yet barely Y/N.

“You should leave, I’ll get to you once I’m done,” Nina remarked as she resumed working in your wounded abdomen.

Kaz stood firm in his position. “I’m not going anywhere.”

With a shake of her head, Nina replied, “Your heartbeat is distracting me.” Kaz noticed her hand quivering. “I can sense your nerves, Brekker, and it doesn’t help that I’m worried about her as well.”

He was terrified; he had shown vulnerability, and Nina had noticed. She knew he cared about you, and he had never experienced anything like it with anybody else. When Inej was stabbed, Jesper was shot, or Matthias, Wylan, and Nina were hurt, Kaz’s heart didn’t rush as rapidly. It was always you who made his heart race with nerves and a need to protect you if you were harmed.

When Kaz glanced at your hand, palm up, he felt compelled to grasp it. Not Jesper, who had brought you to the Slat, or even Nina, who stroked your hair away from your face every now and then, but he should be the one holding you and aiding you. But Kaz knew that idea alone was impossible; he couldn’t think about it without shivering with distaste, so he stayed, a safe distance away, with a tremendous desire to hold you.

Nina fixed her gaze on him. “I assume she’ll be a little hazy when she wakes up, so don’t ask her any questions about the information.”

“I don’t give a damn about the information,” Kaz remarked indifferently.

Kaz despised the mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she shot him a shocked glance. “Kaz Brekker not caring about the information that’s about Pekka Rollins? Somebody pinch me.”

He gave her a skeptical look as he rolled his eyes. “Keep her alive by doing your work, Nina dear.”

Nina shrugged her shoulders, but her eyes were gloomy. “She’s not dead Kaz,” she said with a shake of her head. “Since the blood loss, she’ll be unconscious, but she’ll be fine—she usually is.”

Kaz nodded in agreement. What Nina said was right; it was not uncommon for someone in the Crows to be hurt—it happens all the time, especially during heists and jobs—but the jobs were mostly successful, and Kaz had been blunt in assigning you the safest task (charming people) because a selfish part of him wanted you to be in the middle of the job so he could keep an eye on you.

But, despite his composed demeanor, he seemed to crumble everywhere around you. Perhaps you had charmed him, as you had charmed so many others, by bewitching him with your entire being, causing his black heart to seek you out. When you were around, there was always an inflicted desire within Kaz, which he had always disregarded until now.

Kaz wanted to kill the man who had touched you, as well as track down the person who had shot you. He remembered your bright eyes dampening in fear and a brief tremor of despair as you realized you’d been caught, then blood splattering across your white dress and Nina’s worried expression as she carried your limping weight.

Nina snarled, “You’re doing it again.”

With his dark eyes, Kaz looked at her. “What?”

“I know you love her and all, but I need to focus, and your heartbeat is incredibly distracting right now,” Nina rambled.

Kaz stilled as he heard the word he didn’t want to associate himself with. “In Ketterdam, love is neglected; it is reserved for the weak.”

Nina surprised him by laughing. “What are you doing right now? Whenever Y/N is hurt, you appear weak—you’re in your vulnerable form.”

Kaz wanted to kill Nina by saying things he knew were true, but he was ignorant and stubborn to accept it. Nina gave him a knowing look as she cleaned, healed, and wrapped a cloth around your wound before kissing you on the forehead and leaving Kaz alone with you.

Kaz strolled over to where you were laying after a few moments of contemplation. He examined your flawless face, which, despite seeming pale and near death, was nonetheless lovely. Kaz paused for a while before raising his gloved palm to your cheek and tucking the errant strand of hair away.

He sat down near your bed, putting his disgust aside. Despite the strong temptation, he did not grasp your inviting hand. Kaz had stayed by your bedside the entire night, never leaving your side. Nina had stopped by every now and then to change your bandage, but she had said nothing about Kaz’s overstaying or even asked him to leave.

When Nina was treating your wound, she had said, “You should rest, Kaz.”

Kaz gave her a sidelong glance. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Nina may have been right, but she was also wrong. Kaz did not believe he was capable of love, yet he had a great desire to be with you. To be in your company, to receive your gorgeous smile, and to simply be in your presence. And this time he wasn't going to ignore it.

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And again, this piece is not mine! It was written by my friend, read the info above the fic. Do not ask me for part 2's or ask to be tagged into my Kaz taglist etc, I did not write this and the person who did wishes to not be part of the writer community anymore, but the original piece has been deleted with her deactivated blog so she asked me to reupload.

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Ahahaha aww, Diego x a boxer reader would be awesome!! And you seem to have really similar viewing of what I imagined it could be after reading the banner. Them fighting and then connecting and him being flustered when Y/N flirts with him, imagining it makes me smile.

Reading this is a good way to start the day 🥰

Requested By: @wandamayday​

Imagine being a boxer and flirting with Diego when he cleans the gym

You’d been going to the gym only a few years before Diego had started working there. There’d been other gyms before and there might have been other gyms after, but you needed a challenge and you were promised to get it. Boxing meant needing to anticipate the opponents next move, never wanting to take a hit and always wanting a punch to land. When Diego started, the challenge became not just training in general, but keeping focused and not trying to make Diego as flustered as he could be.

When he first began working and staying at the gym you tended to ignore him, focusing on your training and prepping for upcoming fights. It wasn’t until he offered to spar with you when your opponent was sick that you really started to connect with him. It wasn’t that you hadn’t known who he was, it was that you didn’t really care that he’d been part of the Umbrella Academy. That first fight had changed how each of you viewed one another. That first fight was what made the comments start flowing.

Of course your trainers hated this, hated the fact that you’d pause in your training simply to tell Diego that he looked cute when he was focused. Or on more than one occasion, to tell him that the whole ‘angry and brooding thing’ was working for him. You’d even stolen one of his knives, handing it back to him before making a point to say that a good first date would be him teaching you how to use them in the same manner, even if part of his using them was based on a power.

You liked to see him flustered, you liked it when his words slipped and the stutter returned just a little. There was something nice about being able to affect him in such a way. Diego might not admit but he found it nice as well.

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I'm just sitting here reading this and wondering how beautifully you use words, like omg!! Show don't tell at its finest and a little bit extra too!

Kaz taking the reader in and being interested about reader's reasons to be reserved is exactly what we talked about the other day, a small sign of Kaz caring about the reader and making readers of this squeal because Kaz caring about someone that way is equal to an upcoming potential love story. I just sat here with a big smile even through reader telling about her traumatic childhood because KAZ CARES and then him saying that the reader is the first one who has treated him with kindness and hshgfsahfösjfal that's equal to a kiss from his mouth 🥰

Loved this so much, it was such a wonderful read while setting up my own little Kaz piece for tonight 💓

𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋.

pairings: kaz brekker x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of abuse and brief spoilers of kaz’s backstory.

summary: everyone had their own dark history that formed them into a foreboding person, and kaz was no exception; he had his fair share of demons, but he was itching to discover about yours and why you loathe the feeling of touch as much as he did but seek solace from him.

author’s note: kaz with my favorite lana song?? yes please!! do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

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KETTERDAM IS NOT a pleasant and welcoming city. In the filthy, morally repugnant, and dangerous place, battered and wounded individuals on the verge of death, criminals, thieves, and sinners were discovered. The city had corrupted the people with its savagery, where compassion and benevolence are seen as vulnerabilities, and it was irredeemable, tainting the citizens with the city's unrighteousness.

The Crows were no exception. They were also impacted by the darkness that Ketterdam had plagued them with; regardless of how young they were, whether a girl or a boy, they would be painted with the city's malice. Everyone had their own demons, something dreadful had occurred to them—it didn't matter what it was, for the demons and the city had shaped them into a person with a dark heart and a desire for cruelty.

Kaz had personal knowledge with this. He had been altered, like so many others, by the vile city's relentless brutality. With his sinister demeanor, or his lethal cane, where he might break a leg, or change a man's fortune, he was known as Dirtyhands. People feared him, and some had always wondered what had happened to Kaz Brekker to make him so merciless.

Of course, everything remained a mystery since no one dared to cross Kaz, including the Crows who were usually with him. They didn't want to meet death by Brekker's gloved hands just yet, even though they were plainly intrigued about the cunning yet deadly thief. The tragedy that transformed Kaz into the person he is today remained hidden, and others speculated that the city had done nothing to him and that he was born wicked.

They were not corrected by Kaz.

Matthias refers to him as demjin, which means demon in Fjerdan. It didn't bother Kaz; they could call him whatever they wanted; at the very least, they'd know he wasn't someone to tamper with. After all, he had a reputation to uphold, and if people feared him, then so be it. Kaz enjoyed the feeling of authority and domination among fools, and he relished seeing people's terror whenever he was near.

He was certain that he was born with a terribly malevolent nature. That perhaps the shadows had been there all along, seething inside only to become stronger when the feeling of vengeance overwhelmed him after a life full of treachery and violence, after Jordie's death and everything else that had made Kaz miserable before. He had his own darkness, but it was at odds with yours. How did you wind up with him and the Crows in Ketterdam?

Kaz remembered the day he first met you as if it had been scorched into his mind. Your hair was escaping out of its hair tie, framing your face in a frenetic and wild yet compelling way. You appeared to be running, your movements swift and efficient; you seemed to be young, similar to Kaz's age, yet there was still a youthful simplicity in you, one that he had lost a long time ago, buried in the waters and deepest depths of it.

He might have gone about his business; after all, the last thing on his mind was a girl, agitated and wounded amidst the city of Ketterdam's well-known lack of morality. To Kaz, it's a common sight, one that would even amuse him, but when he first saw you, there was something unusual about you. He didn't feel sorry for you but you seemed to be a fresh face, and Kaz Brekker must know everyone in the city. He needed to keep a watchful eye on everyone, especially any potential enemies.

On a dreary night in Ketterdam, where Kaz could hear the same rattling noises and smell the foul stench of blood and sins outside, he focused instead on the kruge on his table. He was counting everything carefully and silently, and when he heard the familiar faint footsteps, he didn't stop. Kaz didn't look up at the person, instead continuing to stare at the kruge as if it were about to vanish from his grasp. After a brief pause, he finally looked up.

He wasn’t surprised to see her. “Hello, Inej.”

Inej approached Kaz, who was standing behind the table, and gave him a distinctive nod as he looked down and arranged the kruge on the table. Her movements were light and stealthy, like the Wraith she was and Kaz suspected she had something to tell him. Inej only came to his office when she had something important to tell Kaz.

“I'm hoping you're not here to waste my time,” Kaz remarked, his voice flat and uninterested as usual. “Any valuable information?”

“It’s about the girl,” Inej started.

Kaz made a gesture of paying attention to her, but he was still gazing down at his money. “Girl?”

He could hear Inej's footsteps getting closer until she was directly across from him. “The one you said I should look into to find out who she is.”

For the first time since Inej went to his office, Kaz looked up with a gleam of pure interest in his dark eyes. “I’m listening.”

“She's a fresh face in the city—I once followed her on her way and discovered she lived near an elderly couple's bakery. She is new here in Ketterdam, and I hadn't heard about her until you told me to keep an eye on her,” Inej stated passively. “But, she is skillful. She was in a frenzy as she realized I was following her, so she became alarmed and attacked me.”

Kaz became increasingly intrigued. “Tell me you didn't kill her.”

Inej's dark eyes were frowning, but behind her mask and the darkness, Kaz couldn't see her entire face. “I didn’t and I wouldn't,” she said bluntly, as if the answer was self-evident. “She's brilliant, and despite being new to Ketterdam, she's already proven her potential.”

“What is her name?”

“Y/N L/N.” Inej replied. “Why the sudden interest in her?”

“Always be cautious of new people; they are unaccustomed with the ambience of Ketterdam, and it is wiser to get to know them before they identify themselves,” Kaz counseled. “She may be destructive, but based on what you said, she's entirely harmless.”

Inej shook her head, disbelieving. “Did the word 'skillful' escape your notice?”

Kaz wore a vacant smile. “I heard you just fine.”

“Kaz,” she said, her voice warning. “What are your intentions with her?”

“I won’t kill her, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Inej's eyes glowed with understanding, and Kaz battled the impulse to roll his eyes; why did it take her so long to realize?

Inej remarked, “You’re recruiting her in the Dregs.”

Kaz only wore a pleased expression.

You had adjusted well once you were recruited in the Dregs. Kaz remembered how, to his astonishment, a gun greeted his temple when he walked inside a small, cluttered space that he knows you call home. He followed Inej's directions, and your small abode was definitely close to the bakery run by an elderly couple. He could still remember the smell of the lingering pastries even in the middle of a wretched place you called home.

Kaz could see the survival instinct you implemented in your small home where there was collected foods, knives placed on the couch, and a blanket applied as a cover for the windows, and he observed his fascination with your cautiousness. You only let go of the gun after he assured you that he meant no harm and that he had a proposition for you.

That's how it all began. When Inej indicated you were competent, she was right. With the jobs Kaz had given you, you were swift and clever, as well as flawless. Perhaps your accomplishments were a way of repaying Kaz for providing you with a secure place to sleep and have a modest shelter. Not only that, but you'd formed close friendships with the Barrel's employees, particularly the Crows.

You were particularly fond of Inej. The one-time attack and brief fight against one another became a laughing memory as you both reminisced about it whenever you had the opportunity. There was no scorching animosity between you two, and you became inseparable as the days passed. Kaz remembered you blabbering your apologies to Inej after stabbing her in the leg when you realized she was following you. Inej could only chuckle heartily.

Matthias seemed to like you, much to Kaz's great shock, and he could see how you both chatted and spoke about things after each heist. Nina had mentioned that it was mundane at job when it was just her and Inej as the girls, and you were a wonderful addition. She had been pushing Kaz to make you a Crow for a while, but Kaz thought you weren't ready. You were only needed on occasion, not every time they pulled off a job.

You bonded well with Wylan as well, but Kaz sensed your apprehension towards Jesper. Kaz was initially perplexed; Jesper was a naturally cheerful person, and everyone seemed to enjoy his company. Not that you dreaded it, rather Kaz could always recall your laughter whenever Jesper cracked a joke—a laugh he grew terribly fond of.

Jesper, on the other hand, is far too friendly, and Kaz would be lying if he said he didn't notice the dread expression on your face whenever someone came close to you or when Jesper put his elbow on your shoulder.

Kaz began to observe you more intently after seeing that, as if he hadn't already. He believed he had made the right decision in recruiting you. You were special, enthusiastic, and the light of the Barrel. Kaz didn't think you'd fit in well with the city's grim environment at first, and he didn't want you to get further corrupted by the violence.

But Kaz had entirely overlooked and dismissed what had transpired to you and how you had landed up in Ketterdam.

Every day, Kaz's inexplicable fondness for you grew stronger. You and Kaz have a contentious relationship; unlike the rest of the Crows, you didn't necessarily converse and blabber to him, nor did you laugh and tease with him like you did with Inej and Jesper, but there was a wordless distinctive connection between you and Kaz.

Your patience and presence were the attributes he admired the most in you. Kaz wasn't easy to talk to or even tolerate–he's closed off and harsh–but whatever nonsense Saints Inej believed in seemed to bring you to Ketterdam to soften his roughness. In his world of darkness, Kaz didn't believe in miracles or light, but you were there, proving that there is still some good in the world. Kaz had intended to fire you at that time.

He had questioned Inej about your misfortune and how you ended up in Ketterdam. Inej only shook her head and mumbled something about your past being none of her business. You were shut off as well, but unlike Kaz, you shine with gentleness and radiance, masking whatever darkness you may have. Matthias would grumble under his breath whenever you greeted Kaz in the morning with a big smile.

Matthias had once growled, “The demjin doesn't deserve such pleasant smiles.”

You only shook your head, as delicate and gentle as you were. “Even if it's seldom or undeserved, everyone deserves a little bit of decency.”

That's when Kaz realized you were mistaken. He didn't deserve such remedy from you—you and him had a routine where you'd read a book in his office or simply admire the moon and stars at night, the moonlight shining in your face and making you look stunning. There was no talking, just stillness. Kaz was always busy making plans and would occasionally glance at you.

Your very presence made him feel calmer, and whenever you came to visit his office, which had previously been dark, was replaced with a strange sense of peace. Kaz was hesitant to make you a Crow for a reason, selfish if it was. He didn't want to expose you completely to his enemies, risking you being wounded or worse, killed. He knows you're talented and all, but he let his vanity get the best of him, and to his horror, his worry.

He valued your tranquility, but he also sought your voice—he wanted you to talk excitedly about anything, and if your silence had soothed him, what more could your voice possibly have done? But maybe it was all one-sided, and you're only there with Kaz because you owe him courtesy, and maybe you've never liked him, and you're just doing this benevolence to him to act with integrity.

Kaz wouldn’t blame you.

Kaz despised weakness, and he knew he couldn't just have you rot in the streets, no matter how he felt—and he questioned why he was feeling anything at all. He was ruthless, but he didn't want to hurt someone who had been nothing but pleasant and selfless. He didn't want to take away your friendship or the comfort you found in the Barrel.

He did not want you to go.

Kaz was disturbed by the thought.

Everyone was fast asleep, exhausted from the job they had just completed, so they chatted and ate waffles—Nina’s suggestion—to calm their anxieties before retiring to their various rooms. Only the Crows were required for the job, and Kaz had assumed you were probably sleeping in your room as he lingered at the table with Jesper, who was elated from the successful completion of the job.

To Kaz's relief, Jesper yawned and stood up, but before walking away, he stopped and beamed even brighter and exclaimed, “Y/N!”

Kaz took a look around and spotted you. You approached them with a relieved expression on your face, a book in your hand, and no indication of drowsiness on your face. You gave a small smile as you met Kaz's gaze, which had not left yours, and then turned to face Jesper.

Jesper shifted his gaze between you and Kaz, then back to you, and Kaz swore he glimpsed a smirk on the Zemeni's face. “I'll talk to you tomorrow, gorgeous,” he says, “I'm exhausted, goodnight.”

Kaz watched Jesper approaching you and saw him about to hug you before deciding against it and giving you a wink before passing you by. It made Kaz frown.

“Aren’t you tired?” you began as you sat across from him, helping yourself to the last waffles.

Kaz noticed this was the start of a conversation - he expected you to be silent as you eat and enjoy each other's company, but you spoke to him, and to his chagrin, a tightrope in his stomach loosened and made him feel relaxed.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

Your eyes squinted when the topic shifted, but you shrugged it off. “I wasn't tired.”

“That makes it both of us.”

Kaz sat back and enjoyed your chuckle. The sounds it made were like a stack of kruge tumbling from his table. He was trying to memorize the cadence of your laugh. He shook his head, hating the thoughts that overwhelm him, but he couldn't help himself—it was only you and him, in the middle of the night, and there was no silence.

“No one got hurt?” you muttered as you bit into your waffle.

“We're fine,” Kaz said, pleased as he saw your eyes brighten. “The job was successful.”

Kaz has a keen ability to read people and can tell you were worried, which could explain why you weren't asleep. You had been waiting for their arrival. Or maybe it was just the other Crows and not him and Kaz didn't realize he was staring until you said spoke.

“I know questions are etched on your face,” you said, implying that he wasn't the only one who can easily read people. “What is it, Kaz?”

He was taking a risk, but he couldn't help but ask the question that had been nagging him since the first time he saw you. “How did you end up in Ketterdam?”

You remained silent for a moment, staring down at your waffle, before speaking softly enough for Kaz to mistake it for a faint hum. “I... wanted a way out.”

He almost laughed. “What could be worse than Ketterdam?”

You raised your eyes to Kaz, your expression solemn, the brightness that had warmed him faded. “Believe it or not, Ketterdam has seemed like home to me—it's the closest thing I've ever felt to refuge here, despite the fact that it's brutal. It was the first time I felt secure.”

The first time? Kaz thought.

“The people, too,” you continued, “Inej, Nina, Jesper, Matthias, Wylan. And… you Kaz.”

“What happened to you, Y/N?” Kaz struggled to hide his uneasiness in his tone. “Has anyone ever treated you with such safety and tranquility?”

“No,” you said softly and unsteadily. “You were the first who ever did.”

Kaz noticed tears threatening to spill from your eyes and decided he couldn't bear you being so vulnerable—it wasn't like you. “Talk to me, L/N.”

“When my mother left when I was six, my father became sorrowful, unhappy, and enraged, and he let all of his aggression out on me,” you explained, your voice strained. “He does things to me that no parent should ever do to their child.”

Kaz was filled with a searing and inexplicable rage. But he kept his cool by clutching his cane tightly in his hands, as if striving to maintain composure. He listened intently as you spoke, satisfied that you had put your trust in him to speak about something that had been a lingering memory. He observed you playing with your hands at the table, the waffle long forgotten.

His voice was like a promise of violence. “Why?”

You shrugged, a small, pained smile on your face. “People end up doing things they don’t want to do, but sometimes they can’t do anything to stop it. My father had no one else to release his frustrations on, so he did it to me, and after that, he’d apologize and hug me while crying.”

Kaz felt compelled to say something to you since you had put your trust in him, and it was only fair that he reciprocated it. “I had never been treated with kindness and tenderness by anyone. You were also the first one who did.”

“I owe you, Kaz.”

“You owe me nothing,” Kaz immediately responded.

“You saved my life,” you said.

Kaz locked his gaze on you, seeking to grasp the details of whatever it was he was enamored of. “I'd do it all over again. I can't guarantee you peace or liberty, but you will never be treated the way your father treated you. I won’t let it happen.”

It was then that you both realized that when the day ended and night came, you would seek one other's solace. Two souls that had their own painful memories and had never known serenity before connected and shared it.

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Hi yes I love this.

You wrote Kaz incredibly and I could see and hear him being just like in this fic, don't worry about him not being in character because this is one of the most fics in character of him where romantic feelings are in the game I've seen lately!! Oh gosh Kaz needs more content like this, touchy and smutty Kaz has been popular lately and I personally don't enjoy such content.

Nina teasing him while healing Y/N somehow made me smile so hard 😂 And he'd just glare at her and be like "shut up, you're wrong" but at the same time he knows it's true and and and asdjöugkfygluiihljl I'm grinning so hard.

Loved it so much, and I'm so glad after seeing the reblog section to hear there's more Kaz coming, definitely looking out for them!

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄.

pairings: kaz brekker x fem!reader, platonic!nina zenik x fem!reader

warnings: the normal six of crows shenanigans.

summary: you were simply a crow and nina's closest friend, but kaz doesn't understand why he feels the need to be near you or protect you when you can protect yourself; he is closed off and unreadable, and he couldn't articulate his feelings properly, until you were hurt on the job.

author’s note: kaz is so hard to write—forgive me for this i tried so hard 😭 i read soc carefully & read fanfics about kaz to take some inspo, but enjoy this trash cus i don’t! do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

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KAZ BREKKER DID not make mistakes. He was a thief, not a fool, the Dregs' leader, and Ketterdam's most notorious man. He had a sharp intellect and was astute; no one ventured to cross him out of fear, or they were rational enough not to.

His plans were meticulous, and if something went wrong (which was unlikely), he had hundreds of backup plans ready to go. And everything went well, but there was a glimmer of realization that Kaz had made the biggest mistake of his life. It was bothering him, and he had a nagging feeling of uneasiness.

If he had merely noted when he met you—charming and intriguing—when he visited the House of the White Rose to inform Nina about a job; he should have simply ignored you when you passed him in the hall without a second glance, but Kaz had been effectively intrigued.

Nina told him that you were her closest friend and the one person in the White Rose who kept her sane. Nina was cautious, with a guarded gleam in her eyes and a reluctance that could get you killed in Ketterdam, when Kaz inquired whether you had any skills.

Nina had given Kaz a sharp gaze and said, “Recruiting her in the Dregs is dangerous.”

“Nina dear,” Kaz drawled. “It's dangerous everywhere in Ketterdam. And I think your friend would appreciate getting out of here every now and then.”

Nina told Kaz about your bewitching qualities with a little more trepidation. You were charismatic, a pretty face and a cunning smile that could tempt wealthy merchants to give you kruge and a wise convincer. Nina also mentioned that you had good combat skills. Kaz Brekker had smirked at the time, his thoughts racing. He was well aware that he needed you on his team.

That was his very first mistake. You were good at your work—you did a brilliant job and Kaz knew you were a terrific addition to the Dregs—but as the days passed, he began to have an underlying feeling inside him that he quickly dismissed whenever you were there. Kaz often wondered if he should have heeded Nina's advice about not recruiting you in the Dregs, but he'd been blinded by his curiosity, and he bitterly regretted it.

He recalled one mission in which they were meant to spy on a handful of Pekka Rollins' men. Kaz remembered how meticulously he had prepared for this; he had gone over blueprints over and again until his eyes were weary, but he would not rest—never. Kaz was scrupulous with his plotting especially since it involved Pekka Rollins.

When there's a lovely girl around and they're inebriated, men are simple to seduce. So, of course, your main task was to play the inquisitive girl, allowing men to reveal their drunken secrets while you sat, looking pretty. Despite the fact that you were skilled in this vicinity, Kaz didn't like the plan, but he needed Inej on the roofs and Nina by the door, so you were left as an option.

As he saw you woo one of Rollin's guys, he felt a prickling sensation inside him. You were dressed in a velvety white dress that accentuated your contours; you stood out in the darkness of Ketterdam, and you shone brightly. Kaz may not believe in saints, but he was convinced you were one by the radiance of your smile and dress.

He despised seeing you sitting on a drunk Dime Lion man's lap, and Kaz noticed you looked uneasy, so he fought the impulse to smash the man's head with his cane until his skull cracked satisfyingly. He reminded himself that this was a job, and he needed to do his part. Despite your unsettled expression, he could see your ears perk up, and that's when Kaz recognized the man had begun to speak.

Kaz watched you giggling and touching the man's forearm while drinking your drink; you were playing your part wonderfully as usual. And it all happened very quickly; when the drunken man leaned close to you, another man approached him to stop him, and Kaz realized the man knew who you were.

The man had said something to the inebriated man, and the latter had suddenly sobered up, and Kaz realized chaos had occurred. Because of the drink you drank, you appeared tipsy, but Kaz could see how your eyes flared in terror and your gaze immediately darted to him.

Kaz had set out on foot to get you, but Nina had beaten him to it. Nina had grasped your wrist and pulled you away in alarm before the man could grab you. Shots were being fired, and Kaz could see Jespers rousing his revolters to fire back at the men who were shooting at you and now at Jesper.

Kaz was so concentrated on the men and the bullets that he missed you limping in Nina's arms as he pulled his own gun. Nina wore a worried expression on her face and was essentially bearing half your weight. And Kaz could see it: there was blood on your abdomen that was obvious and evident through the white of your dress. As Kaz focused on you, gunshots faded into the background, and he was startled out of his reverie when Jesper told them to leave.

He didn't normally listen to Jesper because he was the one who gave the directions and commands, but now his feet followed Jesper's, his leg jerking in pain as he hobbled, yet his step was swift. He remembered the blood on your adobem, the way Nina's eyes widened, and he was filled with dread. It was terrifying. Since Jordie, he hasn't felt like this in years.

Kaz knew Inej was close behind him, quiet and concealed like the Wraith she is, as his crows hurried to the Slat. As you limped beside Nina, Kaz could see you being held by her, and he turned to Jesper, a sensation inside him that he didn't want to convey.

“Run after Nina,” Kaz ordered coldly. “Help her with Y/N.”

Jesper didn't need to say anything else as he ran to Nina, and when he caught up with both girls, he grabbed your waist and helped half of your weight as Nina and Jesper carried you to the Slat. Kaz despised hearing a hint of fragility in his voice, but Jesper didn't seem to mind.

It didn't matter to Kaz if Nina could hear his rapid heartbeat. Kaz saw that the others were watching him as his eyes swept you laying on your bed with Nina mending your wound. Even though your face was pale and your breathing was unsteady, you were alive, Kaz was not soothed. Despite her concerns, Nina had been firm, requesting medical equipment from Matthias, who had followed orders.

Kaz isn't concerned about the Rollins information right now; all he wants is for you to be alright. He remembered your eyes widening in panic and searching for his first. He swallowed a lump in his throat and shook his head, focusing on you instead. And there was so much blood, Kaz gripped his cane tightly in his fist.

“Heal her,” he murmured.

Nina gave him a cold stare. “I'm trying, Kaz, but there's just too much blood.”

“I don't care,” Kaz said icily, his gaze matching hers. “Zenik, heal her.”

Inej had left, but not before praying to her saints for you to be well. Jesper walked away as well, noticing the gloom in Kaz's voice and Nina's gaze. Matthias was retrieving more medical supplies, creating a tense atmosphere with only a feverish Kaz, an anxious but indignant Nina, and an alive yet barely Y/N.

“You should leave, I'll get to you once I'm done,” Nina remarked as she resumed working in your wounded abdomen.

Kaz stood firm in his position. “I'm not going anywhere.”

With a shake of her head, Nina replied, “Your heartbeat is distracting me.” Kaz noticed her hand quivering. “I can sense your nerves, Brekker, and it doesn't help that I'm worried about her as well.”

He was terrified; he had shown vulnerability, and Nina had noticed. She knew he cared about you, and he had never experienced anything like it with anybody else. When Inej was stabbed, Jesper was shot, or Matthias, Wylan, and Nina were hurt, Kaz's heart didn't rush as rapidly. It was always you who made his heart race with nerves and a need to protect you if you were harmed.

When Kaz glanced at your hand, palm up, he felt compelled to grasp it. Not Jesper, who had brought you to the Slat, or even Nina, who stroked your hair away from your face every now and then, but he should be the one holding you and aiding you. But Kaz knew that idea alone was impossible; he couldn't think about it without shivering with distaste, so he stayed, a safe distance away, with a tremendous desire to hold you.

Nina fixed her gaze on him. “I assume she'll be a little hazy when she wakes up, so don't ask her any questions about the information.”

“I don't give a damn about the information,” Kaz remarked indifferently.

Kaz despised the mischievous glimmer in her eyes as she shot him a shocked glance. “Kaz Brekker not caring about the information that’s about Pekka Rollins? Somebody pinch me.”

He gave her a skeptical look as he rolled his eyes. “Keep her alive by doing your work, Nina dear.”

Nina shrugged her shoulders, but her eyes were gloomy. “She's not dead Kaz,” she said with a shake of her head. “Since the blood loss, she’ll be unconscious, but she'll be fine—she usually is.”

Kaz nodded in agreement. What Nina said was right; it was not uncommon for someone in the crows to be hurt—it happens all the time, especially during heists and jobs—but the jobs were mostly successful, and Kaz had been blunt in assigning you the safest task (charming people) because a selfish part of him wanted you to be in the middle of the job so he could keep an eye on you.

But, despite his composed demeanor, he seemed to crumble everywhere around you. Perhaps you had charmed him, as you had charmed so many others, by bewitching him with your entire being, causing his black heart to seek you out. When you were around, there was always an inflicted desire within Kaz, which he had always disregarded until now.

Kaz wanted to kill the man who had touched you, as well as track down the person who had shot you. He remembered your bright eyes dampening in fear and a brief tremor of despair as you realized you'd been caught, then blood splattering across your white dress and Nina's worried expression as she carried your limping weight.

Nina snarled, “You're doing it again.”

With his dark eyes, Kaz looked at her. “What?”

“I know you love her and all, but I need to focus, and your heartbeat is incredibly distracting right now,” Nina rambled.

Kaz stilled as he heard the word he didn't want to associate himself with. “In Ketterdam, love is neglected; it is reserved for the weak.”

Nina surprised him by laughing. “What are you doing right now? Whenever Y/N is hurt, you appear weak—you're in your vulnerable form.”

Kaz wanted to kill Nina by saying things he knew were true, but he was ignorant and stubborn to accept it. Nina gave him a knowing look as she cleaned, healed, and wrapped a cloth around your wound before kissing you on the forehead and leaving Kaz alone with you.

Kaz strolled over to where you were laying after a few moments of contemplation. He examined your flawless face, which, despite seeming pale and near death, was nonetheless lovely. Kaz paused for a while before raising his gloved palm to your cheek and tucking the errant strand of hair away.

He sat down near your bed, putting his disgust aside. Despite the strong temptation, he did not grasp your inviting hand. Kaz had stayed by your bedside the entire night, never leaving your side. Nina had stopped by every now and then to change your bandage, but she had said nothing about Kaz's overstaying or even asked him to leave.

When Nina was treating your wound, she had said, “You should rest, Kaz.”

Kaz gave her a sidelong glance. “Don't tell me what to do.”

Nina may have been right, but she was also wrong. Kaz did not believe he was capable of love, yet he had a great desire to be with you. To be in your company, to receive your gorgeous smile, and to simply be in your presence. And this time he wasn't going to ignore it.

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Excuse me this is the cutest fic of Kaz I've read lately.

Especially their discussion about "the guy" and both being confused about each other's replies was so funny but at the same time it was so fricking wholesome!! 😍

So I loved this ❤️

Congratulations on 2.5k!!

Can I request a 🖋 with Kaz Brekker, where the reader normally spends every evening in his office. One time the reader isn’t there so he goes and looks for her. He finds her drunk at the bar and it leads to a confession from the reader

thank you so much, darling! i loved this request and I hope you like it! warnings: mentions of being drunk

He didn't care

Kaz was sitting on the edge of his chair, drumming his fingers on the wood of his desk. In front of him lay this month’s numbers, ready to be worked through and put with the rest of them. But they had not been read or even glanced at for the last half hour as Kaz contemplated what to do.

He didn’t care. Really, he did not.

Kaz bit the inside of his mouth, trying to ban out the thoughts that were interrupting his logical sense. It was just that you never not showed up without telling him first. Most nights you were right there with him, doing something else but still there. Sometimes you would have a book with you, reading aloud the quotes you thought were memorable.

Without wanting to, Kaz’s eyes fell to the bottom drawer of his desk, where he held a notebook with the lines you read to him. It was locked away, the key locked behind another lock, but it was there nonetheless. He only took it out after you were gone, wrote down the quote, and immediately put it back. He hadn’t actually looked at it in forever.

Other nights you would entertain Kaz by telling stories of the Dregs and the stupid things they had done. Or you would annoy him until he paid attention to you. He was sure that you didn’t know you always already had his attention.

He didn’t care.

Sure, having you in his office had grown such a custom to him that he found it hard to concentrate when you weren’t there. He missed someone he could look at as he thought, someone who would grin when he met their gaze, someone who would laugh at his concentrated face. He found out long ago that he needed that to keep him sharp and you had been the only someone who did that to him.

But that did not mean he cared. No, that just meant that he had grown used to something. It wasn’t even necessarily a bad thing, because he could still do his work when you were not there. Although, admittedly, he had not even looked at the work that was waiting for him.

You always told him when you would not be around. And when you were late, you were never this late. Kaz worried something had happened to you.

Wondered.

He wondered if something had happened to you. But if it had, he had to make sure you were alright. Not because he cared, but because you were working for him. If he thought another Dreg had gotten hurt, he would have checked them too. Right?

Ignoring the voice that was screaming denial to that in the back of his head, Kaz got up from the chair. He reached for his cane and hesitated for a moment. Maybe you were avoiding him. Maybe you had deliberately stayed away from him. Of course, he could always have done something that had offended you. Though he always tried his best, it would not be the first time. But usually you still came to him. Furious and demanding an apology, but you still came.

Sighing deeply, Kaz grabbed his cane and marched to the door of his office. Whatever it was that had happened, he would search for you. To make sure you were unharmed or to let you yell at him. In the end, it didn’t really matter. He just wanted to find you.

Maybe he cared a little bit.

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It did not take long for Kaz to spot you in the club. You were sitting in the middle of the bar, drink in your hand, drunken smile on your face. You were talking enthusiastically with the person on your left and Kaz stood still and watched you for a while.

So you weren’t hurt. Nor did it seem like you were angry at Kaz. You had just chosen getting drunk over spending another night in Kaz’s dull office. He couldn’t blame you for that, but it did not soothe the heavy feeling in Kaz’s belly.

At last, he walked closer. He wasn’t even sure why. His brain wanted to turn around and go back to the work that was waiting for him, but his feet moved without listening. Sooner than he liked, he was standing closely behind you, able to hear everything that you said.

“Like I will ever admit it,” you said, your voice grave despite the smile that Kaz had seen on your face before. “Can you imagine how he would react? I don’t even know if he likes me—I think I just annoy him. How could I ever confess… whatever it is I’m feeling?”

You shook your head. “No, he would just laugh at me, I am sure.”

Kaz frowned, the heavy set in his belly only growing heavier. You had feelings for someone? He wanted to laugh. Of course, you were bound to like someone. Just because you spent your nights with Kaz, did not mean that you had no life outside of that. Frankly, it was quite selfish of him to think that just because you spent some time together he meant something important to you. In the end, he was just the person you were working for.

Painfully aware of his own thoughts, Kaz wanted to turn away and pretend like nothing had ever happened. Before he could, however, the person at your left noticed him and it was too late.

“Kaz!” you said, your eyes wide upon seeing him behind you. You put down your drink and stared at him for a moment. Then some sort of understanding flickered behind your eyes and your pinched the bridge of your nose. “I am so sorry! I forgot the time and then… well, I forgot everything all together.”

Though everything inside Kaz was in conflict, he had to bite his tongue to hide his smile at your adorable state. Cursing himself for even thinking that, he closed his eyes momentarily and shook his head. “It is fine, really. We never promised anything.”

The words came out with difficulty. You did never promise anything, that was true, but the turn of phrase was like a fist to Kaz’s stomach.

“No, that’s not fair,” you said, standing up from your stool. “I’ll go with you now, no point in that.”

“You don’t have to.” Kaz watched you intently, wary of the way you were swaying on your feet. “I have work to do anyway.”

“I want to.”

You spoke with resolution and in the end, Kaz did not even try to fight it. He just nodded curtly and turned around, not caring if you followed him or not. Well, not not caring.

You did follow him, however, and closed the door behind you in his office. While Kaz sat behind his desk, the same place he had made the terrible decision to look for you, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“I like the smell of your office,” you said, taking a seat across from Kaz.

Kaz finally grabbed the papers on his desk and began to read them, but his eyes kept trailing to you, as you looked around the office as if you were there for the first time.

“Why?”

You fixed your gaze on Kaz. It was surprisingly clear compared to how you had acted down in the club. “It smells like you.”

Kaz froze. That was not the answer he had expected. Not from you, not ever. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to speak. “I suppose it does, considering it is my office.”

You squeezed your eyes at him, but Kaz quickly turned back to the paper in his hand. If this was how it would be the entire night, he was not sure he could make it through.

Luckily, you stayed silent for a while and Kaz tried quickly to do his work. The truth was that he kept staring at you and after half an hour he was still no further from when he had started. Sighing, he threw the paper on his desk and rubbed his hands over his face.

You looked up and cleared your throat with a small smile. “You heard me at the bar, didn’t you?”

Kaz, who had been expecting you to make a comment on his tired state, frowned. He thought about lying, but figured that he might as well hear the whole truth now. Get it over with. “I did, yes.”

“I guess you have some questions then.” You had turned away from Kaz, instead staring at a little thread on your sleeve.

“Why would I?”

You frowned. “You don’t have any questions?”

“I don’t see why I would have.” Kaz ran a hand through his hair. His throat was dry. “If you—If you genuinely like this guy, I do not think he will laugh at you.”

“Just like you are not laughing at me right now?”

“I am not laughing. Why would I laugh?”

You opened and closed your mouth and then you shook your head. “I suppose you’re not.”

Kaz stared at his hands that he had laid on the desk. His fingers were clasped together, squeezing tightly to take away the strange feeling in the rest of his body. He didn’t know why this was bothering him so much. Had he not proven that he did not care?

You said nothing else as you kept staring down. For a long time it was silent, with nothing but the noises of the club from downstairs.

“Can I ask you something?” Kaz eventually asked. “Why do you think you annoy this guy?”

“Do I not?”

“I don’t know.”

You looked up. “Well, do I annoy you?”

“No, you do not.” Kaz shook his head. “But why does it matter what I think?”

You kept staring at Kaz, biting your bottom lip. Then you said softly, “Kaz, you do know that ‘the guy’ is you, right?”

Kaz went rigid and his mind stopped working for a second. He blinked once, twice, and looked at you with wide eyes. “What?”

You let out a small laugh. “You said you overheard me! I was clearly talking about you!”

“I did not hear everything!”

Kaz’s tongue felt twice as big as normal. He didn’t know how to react. He didn’t know what to do with the light feeling in his stomach. Didn’t know how to put his own feelings to words. How could he when he had only just realised their meaning?

“I…” he started but stopped. You leaned forward in your chair, watching Kaz with wide pupils. “Do you… I also…”

You raised your eyebrows. “You also?”

For a long time, Kaz looked at you and finally he nodded. “Yes.”

You tutted with your tongue and leaned back in your chair. You seemed just as unsure as Kaz of what to do.

“So you are really not laughing at me?”

“I am not.”

“And I do not annoy you?”

Kaz could no longer bite down his smile. Though his cheeks hurt, his hands were trembling, and his head was whirling with a million thoughts, it felt right. “You could never.”

He did really care, after all.

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SoC taglist: @is-it-really-a-secret @mrs-brekker15 @dandyylions @xxinvisiblexx

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I have a very faint memory of having a short-lived crush on Mr. Tumnus when I first watched the movie as a 10-11yo 😄 Great to see an imagine for him, I don't think I've seen anything for him before... but on the other hand, I haven't really looked for them.

This was a cute little piece! I can't copy my fave sentence on phone, but the sentence that begins with "sun shone brightly" was beautiful for some reason!

And yes please, I'd love to have a cup of tea at his place and listen to him play his flute (non-lullaby songs though please 😂).

Requested By: @groovy-lady​

Imagine befriending Mr. Tumnus

The first time that you entered Narnia was a shock, your home one moment and entire world the next. Sun shone bright casting light across the ground, over every flower and tree. You would have thought that you were dreaming yet you knew for a fact that you hadn’t been asleep at all. Not to mention after wandering through the woods for some time you had met a particularly friendly faun who took the time to explain just where you were.

That had been the beginning of your friendship with Mr. Tumnus. He’d offered you tea during that first visit, made sure you were comfortable rather than frightened, and engaged in pleasant conversation. You hadn’t known where you would go from there, what you would do in the world you had found yourself in, but you felt at least that you had someone you could rely on.

Over the years everything and nothing had changed. Narnia had become your home, the other world but a passing memory. In all the time that you had been there still you had not forgotten Mr. Tumnus, visiting him any chance you had and going to his for tea nearly every weekend. And if not his home, then waiting for him to visit your own for the same comfort and conversation you had received upon your first meeting.

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Honestly

YOUR DESCRIPTION SKILLS

ARE

DIVINE

Honestly your text is always so beautiful and I somehow feel like being in a fairy land or something when I read your stuff 😍

Aaahhh this was so sweet ❤️ Reader kissing his cheek and him blushing, I always love that thing in reader inserts for some reason 😍

halcyon | p.p.

requested by @scvrllet​ The Chronicles of Narnia — Peter Pevensie x Reader, fluff

word count: 562 prompt: love language - acts of service A/N: it’s short and sweet! i really miss peter pevensie, actually, and what i would give to study with him at Professor Kirke’s

Summary: The day is beautiful, but you’re stuck inside.

Outside each dusty window, the world was almost angelic.

The sun had risen that morning like it hadn’t in weeks - bright and glorious, illuminating each flower and blade of grass one by one, coaxing the most beautiful of hues out of each plant with a honey-sweet smile. The birds had enjoyed that, and they sang and gossipped in the ripened fruit trees and hadn’t stopped, all these hours later. A butterfly had just flown by a moment ago - it perched on the bluebells growing in the windowsill and drank its nectar - delicate wings fluttering, its fragile beauty dancing on the gentle wind. You couldn’t help but stare beyond the glass; the beauty of the late morning reminded you of the halcyon days in Narnia - those sunspots of joy that couldn’t be erased from your memory.

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Omg-

This gave me so much serotonin. I'm sick maybe once in 3 years (last time was in February 2020) but these were oddly comforting. Well, Kaz isn't comforting but that's understandable, given his past.

Great job OP 🤩

soc hc request — how'd they react to you being under the weather? 🥺

since i’m feeling very not goodly today, it’s the perfect time to write this request! ❤️

fandom shadow and bone / masterlist coming soon / library blog: @dollsgrisha-library

featuring kaz brekker x reader, inej ghafa x reader, jesper fahey x reader, nina zenik x reader, matthias helvar x reader, wylan van eck x reader

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning mentions of illness, reader is as gn as i could, but i usually write with fem!readers in mind.

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

when you’re sick, you sometimes wonder who suffers more— you or Kaz.

he has an extremely hard time dealing with your sickness, especially if you’re bedridden.

Kaz becomes a walking nightmare, not only to the other Crows, but to anyone who gets in his way, when you’re ill. he’s on a razor’s edge, angry all the time, looking for any chance given to hit something or get hit himself. it’s his way of coping.

he most likely will only come to see you once or twice, usually late at night, in hopes that you’re already sleeping so you won’t see how distressed he is.

it hurts him to look at you, so forgive him for keeping his eyes averted while he’s there, standing across the room, and staying relatively quiet. even if you talk to him, there’s a chance he’ll only answer in grunts or nods.

guilt eats away at him, an irrational guilt that tells him he should be able to fix you, but he can’t.

to keep from worrying, Kaz will try to focus on whatever current job he has in the works.

to anyone else, it seems as though you’re the last thing on his mind, but he shifts his focus to keep from going mad with silent worry.

he will look up from a sea of plans and papers on his desk when either Jesper or Inej return from visiting you. he doesn’t have to ask how you are, they’ll offer as much information about your healing progress as possible.

he’s incredibly impatient over your recovery, claiming that he needs you to get better because they can’t do the job without you, when in reality he’s the one that needs you to get better. he needs to know that you’re okay. 

Jesper becomes even more annoying (affectionate) when you’re sick.

he will spend every waking moment by your side, and he will not shut up.

when you’re resting, he will try his very best not to wake you. however, there’s a good chance you won’t get much sleep while he’s around.

since Jesper is already restless, confining himself to one room with you is enough to have him feeling a bit trapped, so his anxiety will spike. he’ll ask if you need or want anything (which he will promptly fetch if the answer is yes).

he can’t sit still for very long, so he’ll pace around the room, fiddle with things, hold his hands on his revolvers, kick his boots against the floor, anything he can do to keep his body busy.

Jesper will tell you stories about growing up on a farm (while simultaneously making the dumbest jokes you’ve ever heard about himself), describe to you what a Novyi Zem sunset looks like, and make lots of promises to show you once you’ve healed.

“When you’re feeling better, I’ll take you there, and you and me can watch the sunset in person. You’ll love it.”

he’ll even teach you some Zemeni words and phrases, just to take your mind off of being sick.

he won’t want to pull off any jobs while you’re bedridden, but if Kaz demands it, he won’t have much of a choice.

“I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can, okay? Stay here and rest, and for saints’ sake, don’t you dare get any prettier while I’m gone. My poor heart won’t be able to take it!”

Inej is a quiet and constant presence when you’re sick, never leaving you to be by yourself.

she’s probably the easiest out of all of the Crows to be around if you’re not feeling well.

she won’t talk your ear off, but she is worried.

climbing in through your window after dark, she’ll bring medicine and any sweets she knows to be your favorites.

after she’s ensured you’ve been properly medicated, she’ll perch on the edge of the bed and eat with you, rolling her eyes when you ask after the current job.

“Always concerned about the job,” she purrs, a hand reaching to hold yours, “when everyone else is worried about you. Even Kaz. Focus on getting better.”

you would pout and grumble something about Brekker finding someone else with your particular talents, and her dark eyes would cut to you like the sharpened knives strapped to her.

“He wouldn’t dare.” she assures, voice pulled tight like violin strings. “If you go, I go. He knows this.” before her expression would soften, and her hand would caress your feverish cheek. “Not another word about Kaz or the job, rest. Please.”

you’re never seen your beefy Fjerdan so submissive, until you got sick for the first time.

he’s the first one to notice you’re not yourself, even if you try to hide it, and he very abruptly demands you rest.

easily the only one to butt head with Kaz over job importance, claiming that your recovery is worth more than all of the money in the world.

he refuses to resume the job until you’re well enough to do your part, which infuriates Kaz, but he doesn’t care.

Matthias spends all of his time at the foot of your bed, keeping a close eye on you, occasionally bringing a basin of warm water to soak and rub your feet.

“I like you this way,” you tease, weakly, “big and strong and yet, you’re giving me puppy dog eyes and rubbing my feet.”

“I am not giving you puppy dog eyes.” he protests, a bit embarrassed, but his azure gaze has a concerned twinkle.

“You are! Big, cute, puppy dog eyes. Look at me like that more often, it makes me want to do unspeakable things to you and that beautiful face, Fjerdan.”

“Djel have mercy,” he scoffs, turning a lovely crimson in the cheeks and averting his gaze, “you’re ill, can you at least act like it? You shouldn’t say such vulgar things when I… can’t make good on them yet…” but you can see the tickle of a smile on his lips, which causes one to creep up on your own.

being sick around Nina has made you loathe the taste of waffles, by how many she’s tried to force down your throat.

“The sooner your appetite returns to normal, the sooner I stop force feeding you.” Nina would pout, seated beside you on the bed on her knees, with a plate full of all her favorite sweets. “And the sooner my sweets stash becomes mine alone again.”

“Nina, are you sure chocolate is the best thing for me to have right now?”

she would be offended by the words alone, puckering her lips, “Chocolate is always the answer, and I made these chocolate chip waffles very special for you. So eat, or I’ll pinch your cute, little nose until you have to open your mouth and I’ll shove them down your throat.”

the worst part is that you know that she would.

she spends a lot of her free time making you as comfortable as possible, keeping your body cool and battling the fever, her soft hands are always on you. soothing you.

but her mouth is running constantly, complaining about how badly she needs you to be better.

“I miss having you beside me at the table with the lot of them,” she grumbles, running soothing circles over your sweat sheened, clammy cheeks, “and I miss being able to kiss you whenever I’d like. So, you’d better recover soon, because I can’t wait to devour you again.”

“Nina!” you laugh, hoarsely, your heart rate picking up. she was always so good at making you blush, causing your heart to fire rapidly like an engine, and she can feel it.

“Good to feel your strength returning.” she coos as you pull her on to your lap, both hands gripping the expanse of her bum.

you have to take care of Wylan when you’re sick, not the other way around.

he absolutely refuses to leave you.

keeping a close eye on your fever, and making sure you’re staying as hydrated and full of food as your feeble stomach will allow.

“Eat some more, if you can.” he urges, holding out another ladle full of steaming broth.

curling up with his head on your chest so he can hear the raspy, shallow breaths and the faint beating of your heart.

you run your fingers through ginger locks tentatively, whispering fondly, “Are you sure you should be so close? What if I’m contagious, baby?”

Wylan would pout, furrowing his brows, “Well, then I guess I’m getting sick, too. I don’t want be separated from you a single inch until I can tell you’re getting better. I—“ tears may even prick his big eyes when he whimpers, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Lose me?” you ask, incredulously, “Like this? I don’t think so, Van Eck.” you scoff, and pinch his cheek, “Gonna take a lot more than a fever to take me away from you. You know that, right?”

he would look up for you, somewhat unconvinced, but nod. so you’d make him repeat that you’re going to be fine over and over, until he believed it.

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I swear I've never squealed on any pieces which aren't for my personal crushes.

But this made me almost squeal?? I'm still not crushing on Matthias but this was so cuuuute and a great piece to wake up to!! Needless to say at this point, but loved it ❤️❤️

Stoic Soldier ⎯  Matthias Helvar Blurb

Pairings: Matthias Helvar x Heartrender!Reader Fandom: Grishaverse MASTERLIST Warnings: Cursing?

Sassy #13: “Hmm. So you do have feelings.”

A/N Writing Matthias feeling any awkward/uncomfortable emotions is Such a treat<3

Matthias Helvar was the definition of a good soldier. He did as he was told and he did it well–for the most part.

With you, he found it hard to stay on the right path; the–ironically enough–righteous path. Something about you made his heart stop and wait a second to decide if he could bear any possible embarrassment of you hearing (more like feeling) his heartbeat.

And by djel did he hate the effect you had on him. It was unbearable. It made him feel like some idiotic lovesick teenager whenever you came around. Kaz Brekker often found a use for a heartrender like yourself.

With you came Matthias’ one source of insecurity. With the Druskelle it was easy, eventually, with the Crows it was easy. Then there was you. An obstacle he didn’t have the ability to climb over (yet).

You’d always made sly comments and take subtle digs at his competence. He often choked up in your presence which prompted you to ask if he was just dumb or chose to be silent. That made him turn as red as Nina’s lipstick.

It wasn’t like you were unaware–it was quite hard not to notice how he changed once Matthias became aware of your presence. And honestly, it was kind of hilarious what one joke could do to his ego.

“You can stop staring now, Helvar.”

He blushed and averted his gaze quickly, the motion awkward and obviously genuine surprise. “I was not staring,”  He lied.

“I felt your heart skip a beat when you lied,” The blush deepened and spread down his neck, you tried to fight the smirk that grew on your face. “Oh, I see.” Matthias tensed his jaw when you set a hand on his arm, “It wasn’t the lie that made your little heart sputter, was it?”

He didn’t answer, which only proved your own point further.

“Hmm. So you do have feelings.”

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#jealous

Seriously this is beautifully written 😍 Also a cute little scene, love this.

secret paradise | aragorn

aragorn x reader

requested — by anon with the prompt secrets kisses and “i can’t believe you’re mine.”

warnings; mentions of war, death, fluff.

word count; 400+

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“This is bad of us,” you whispered above the swaying of trees and distant laughter of drunken men, celebrating a battle won.

“We are living in the moment before death,” Aragorn said lowly in your ear, a statement that should have frightened you, but the baritone of his voice masked the seriousness of the statement.

“All the more reason to be with the rest of the company,” you tried to protest, letting him push you out of the light and against a stone wall nearby in darkness.

“They already suspect,” he said nonchalantly, “Should we not give them something real to talk about?” he raised an eyebrow, kissing your neck so softly it left you wondering what it would feel like had he pressed his lips just a little bit firmer.

“You are trying to ruin me?” you laughed, shaping his face with your hands.

He looked at you almost pleadingly, his eyes growing softer the more he dared to look into yours. His body lifted off yours, like an apology, but you had not meant what you said. From his face, to his shoulders and down his toned arms, all the way to his waist your hands travelled just to pull him back to you. The action itself felt too daring, but you’d lost resolve the moment you made him believe he’d gone too far.

“I am teasing,” you whispered against his lips.

He laughed quietly, still cautious. “I cannot believe you are mine,” he brought his forehead to yours and closed his eyes.

You were so in tune with him, you felt as if your thoughts and his were mingling as your skin touched, becoming one. Together, your mouths tilted upwards and caught each other so gently it startled you. When you opened your eyes, he was waiting.

“You needn’t ask,” you breathed a shallow breath, inviting him in.

A smile crept up upon his lips and as they reached yours, you could feel it, and the happiness that was intertwined. His lips were soft and his hands were rough and his hair slightly tangled, but he was the very image of gallant. Though he had expressed his wonder of the reality in which you were his, you were repeatedly astonished to be faced with a reality in which he was yours.

Neither of you could pull away from the embrace, despite the fear of being caught and the fear of shadows approaching so closely. It was your moment of utopia before riding into a war where the odds laughed in your face. It was the calm before the storm.

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Hehehehe I know I promised to read this wayyyy earlier and now I'm a month late-

Aww yaaasss, Jesper and Kaz coming for rescue!! The whole "escape plan" thing was so well written and also, I didn't say this in my last comment but you managed to make Liesel seem like a "full" character, and I know that such stuff is hard.

ADSFKASLÖJDOLJJOHL the ending!!! THE ENDING!!! I'm smiling so hard 😍

This was such a great twoshot!! I really loved it 💓

illicit affairs - part 2 l Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary: What is about the consequences of clandestines meetings in front of lack of freedom and happiness

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Merchant Daughter!Reader

Warnings: death, captivity but not the psycho kind - at least, I think so. some anxious symptoms.

Words count: 2,574

A/N: I am sooo happy about all the likes and replies in the first part! I surely didn’t expect it to go well, it is nice to see this kind of return. So this is the second part of this piece so, I suggest if you didn’t pass by, do it, it will be good for some context and plot. Writing this one was as thrilling as the first part. I love writing things by lyrics and aesthetics of songs. Apologies for any bad vocabulary or grammar, English is not my first language.

So let’s go to it, hope you all like it :)

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(This is @swanimagines 😄)

SO YOU WERE THE PERSON WHO THE ANON TALKED ABOUT A WHILE AGO 😂

An anon gave me an idea for the preference thing and told me that "someone did Freddy's character preferences last spring but then she quit" and asked if I'd be willing to try it myself. Haha 😄

Aw Ellis ❤️❤️ I haven't watched and will not watch The Convent because I get nightmares from horror movies but built a picture of him based on clips and summaries I found.

Pin is my fave horse boi and yes I definitely agree, if he was real and I was 10 years younger I'd definitely be drooling after him (well I still drool after him but Freddy was 23-25 at the time of filming so it's allowed).

Tom: YOU TOO??? I just made a mention on my preferences that a therapist/psychiatrist could do a lot?? Haha yay 😄

Also glad to see we have the same impression about Jason 😂 (Even though E7 Jason reminds me of Jerome Valeska who was my boyfriend in 2016 so yeah... fell for him)

Kaz, even though I love hugs and cuddles, I still would gladly be his girlfriend if he'd have me...

This was cute ❤️ I'm not reading the how they are in bed thing because full sex stuff makes me feel awkward but I'll check out the proposal thing too a bit later.

Which Freddy Carter Character Should You Date?

*Note, this is all in good fun.

Ellis- Would look for you to the ends of the earth and be there for you even if you turned out to be a demon. Sweet boy with a hidden badassery, a bit naïve but textbook romantic. Willing to face supernatural beings for you and die for you. Problem is, he is so in love with you that reason may go out the window and he’ll get himself in so much trouble because of it. 8/10

Pin Hawthorne- Quiet and misunderstood Mr. Cheekbones, he comes across as standoffish, but deep down is a sweetheart. It may take you some time to chip away his protective layers, but he’s loyal as fuck. Plus, he becomes the duke and you can get to live in a sweet ass castle with him with all the horses you want. 10/10

Tom- He’s got some gambling, anger issues and possible drinking problem, but you feel slightly bad for him since his family is so fucked up and he genuinely seems to want to be loved. He may steal your most valuable things along with your heart, that is, when he isn’t going around killing people. A good therapist is highly recommended. 6/10.

Jason Ripper- Dude is disturbing and a bit on the stalker side, but hey, you know that he is really into you if he is willing to cut a man for you. If you are really into bad boys, then you hit the jackpot. He can be a bit of a coward who hides behind his family name, and has a habit of joining Satanists but the aesthetics, man. Recommend fling only and then maybe leave the country. 4/10.

Kaz Brekker- Dark and troubled past? Check. Cheekbones and wit that can cut like a knife? Check. Undying devotion and willing to harm anyone that even looks at you wrong? Check! He isn’t the most vocal about his feelings, may even try to downplay how he feels for you, but even he can’t deny how much you’re wormed into his heart. The angst, man, the angst! Keep working on him, he’ll eventually come around to holding your hand. 9/10.

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Aww yes!! I mean in real life I'd be frozen in place if I'd be a bridesmaid buuuut I can fantasize being able to do it 🤩

Wonderful job as always Trish!! 😘

Can I request a drabble for Cinderella (2015) where the reader is Ella’s closet female friend when Ella starts living at the Castle with Kit, and when Ella and Kit start planning their wedding, Ella asks the reader if she would like to be the bridesmaid at the wedding, which the reader is delighted at. Please and thank you! 👑💖🌸

REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED!!

Character: Ella

Fandom: Cinderella / Disney

Tags: Platonic, fluff

Word Count: 406 words

Title: Bridesmaid

You exited the carriage, looking up in awe at the beautiful castle before your eyes. Just as you were admiring it, the big doors opened to reveal a familiar face.

“Y/N!” Ella excitedly called your name. “You’ve arrived!”

“Ella!” You smiled, running to meet her in a friendly hug. “It’s so good to see you”

“Thank you for coming” Immediately upon pulling away from the hug, your friend took you by the arm and eagerly walked you inside. “I couldn’t wait to see you!”

You grinned, listening to her every word even as your eyes traveled across the spacious halls and high roofs of the castle. There was beauty and luxury wherever you looked. Ella allowed you to take everything in, pausing until she could catch your attention.

“How are you, Y/N?” She kindly asked, fondly squeezing your arm.

“Wonderful, and you?” As you peered at her, you already found the answer to your question plastered in her bright smile. “I must say, you seem happy”

“I am elated” Ella admited, her very voice oozing joy. “All the more so now that I have you here”

“That’s wonderful!” Watching her fondly, you lovingly patted her hand resting over your arm. “I am so happy for you, Ella”

After everything she had gone through, your friend deserved a happy ending. She deserved to live with her love, with someone who appreciated her and treated her well. And Kit seemed to be that very person, someone who could truly make her happy.

“I have everything I could wish for” Ella’s smile turned playful. “Except one little thing”

“Well, what is it?” You urged her, shaking her a bit. “Tell me!”

“You know I am to marry Kit soon” Her voice shook with badly contained excitement. “And I would need a bridesmaid, will I not?”

You gawked at her, slowly understanding what she implied by that.

“Are you asking me to be your bridesmaid?”

“I am! Will you?”

“Yes, of course!!”

The two of you leaped for joy, screaming in excitement as you held on to each other. That feeling was infectuous and exhilarating, and it took you several seconds to calm down. As soon as you did, you held on to Ella’s arm once again.

“Tell me everything, I want to know every single detail about the wedding!”

And so you two walked the big halls of the castle, cheerfully talking and discussing the preparations for the ceremony.

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Aaaahh I'm always glad to see other people who write for even one of my "weird" fandoms, makes me feel less weird XD But loved this!! It's well written and feels realistic, you captured the essence of the movie and I could see this happening had Mark had someone else with him while on Mars c:

Requested By: Anonymous

Imagine growing potatoes with Mark Watney on Mars

Never had you thought or prepared for the idea that you’d be alone on Mars. The mission was always meant to run smoothly and the idea that a major sandstorm would effectively render you potentially deceased to the rest of your crew was not a scenario to train for. It was terrifying waking up and believing yourself to be alone and while the situation of being left behind on Mars still sucked royally, it was made better by the fact that you weren’t actually alone, that Mark was there with you.

With limited rations the two of you knew that unless you found a way to grow food then you’d most likely starve. Mark being a botanist and with you on Mars was pure luck that you were grateful for every day. The task of setting up the ‘greenhouse’ as you thought of it, was grueling. You also tried your hardest not to think of the source of the soil your potatoes would be growing in. They were potatoes, they were food that you’d be able to keep eating if the rations ran out, that was the positive.

The other positive was working on your plants with Mark, hearing him joke and genuinely be invested in what you were doing. While it was survival it was also scientifically revolutionary as it would confirm that plant growth could exist on Mars. Jokes and stories were told while watching the potatoes grow and it became a way for the two of you to get to know one another even more. Build a friendship over a scenario that would only ever be experienced by the two of you.

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Oh this was really good!! Honestly I'm a little bit afraid to read pieces for Kaz from writers I haven't seen before because a lot of times they don't seem to know about how Kaz is and what is his backstory but this was so good, I really enjoyed reading this!!

“I think I will inherit everything and just let you ‘steal’ it. You think I can act surprised?” She looked at him. “Oh, father. The worst happened, what a shame!”

Kaz hold a laugh but she saw the sight of a smile on his lips. She always likes when one of jokes got him containing himself, made her feel close than ever to Kaz and how he was really – without the Dirtyhands name on him.

I could imagine the situation perfectly and Kaz smiling made me smile too 😄

I don't know if I have any constructive criticism, I mean I saw some typos, at least "crow can" in that flashback scene and a few lines later "Ketteram" but it's not the worst thing out there, everyone makes typos sometimes and especially if you don't have a beta. I've read some of my pieces months later and only then spot a typo or a grammar error even though I've read that piece over a dozen times, so it's normal and I'm not coming to hunt you for that.

I'm bad at giving any "proper" feedback but if you can and have motivation to, I'd LOVE to see a part 2 😍 This kept me in its grip all the way through and I could finish it without any problems.

illicit affairs l Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary: What is about illicit affairs and escapades from your house to meet Kaz Brekker.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Merchant Daughter!Reader

Warnings: death, weapons

Words count: 3,331

A/N: So, I got a little excited about this one. Of couse I got inspired in illicit affairs by Taylor Swift, and wrote this one. So, I finished it kind of longing for a part 2 but I wanted to figure out how to do it better so, if you like it just give the feedbacks and I think I will come back with the second part. Hope you all enjoy! :)

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