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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 10 months

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Elope (Kaz Brekker x reader)

Summary: Reader while running away from her wedding runs into the crows, only to find out there is more for her to know regarding her father and that Kaz Brekker just might be the only person who can help her with that.

Warning: Cursing

A/N: This is going to have a few more parts. I am also taking requests but do check out my pinned post for further information 💖

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There was no one word to describe what I felt as I searched my eyes in the mirror for something I was too afraid to admit. Was I afraid though? Or was it anger that had poisoned my being and left me in this frozen state that I didn’t know how to get out of? I jolted as I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see one of my grandmothers whose name I didn’t even know flash a wide smile. “Oh, would you look at that! Our y/n/n is thinking about her future husband.”

All the gathered females giggled and my aunt adjusted my veil. “Our y/n/n is all grown up now. I can’t even wait for my grandchildren."

I let myself slip out of the room even as I sat there in front of the mirror. It was too much to take. Have them talk about my life that wasn’t mine anymore. I was about to be one of them now. Those meek wives that never knew to want for anything beyond what their husbands found within themselves to offer. Those who had convinced themselves that they were happy and that this was all that life had to offer to them.

Except I wasn’t one of them. Not yet at least. I wasn’t happy. No. I felt a wave of pure fire roll within me and felt it being doused as it was replaced by sheer panic. I looked around the room but no one paid attention to me. No, they were too busy planning out my life. I shook myself and let the well-practiced mask fall over. They talked and talked but I found myself lacking any appropriate words.

What was I supposed to do? I didn’t even know the man I was supposed to marry today. All I knew was what was expected of me. The women left my room to look over the arrangement of the ceremony and I finally stood up from my place before the mirror. That wasn’t all that I knew. I knew that there was no way I could endure the suffocating feeling in my throat and chest for the rest of my life. I knew that I wanted to be something more. I wanted to be me.

But the cost. Could I afford the cost? A sharp pain pierced through my throat as my eyes welled up. I knew that I was going to run away the moment they arranged the marriage. But something had stopped me. I couldn’t loose my family. What if they were right? What if I couldn’t survive? I would have nowhere to return to. No. Not after the shame I would bring to my family. Where would I go anyways? Ketterdam was no place for a girl like me. Fragile and delicate. Tended to and brought up like a rose. A pretty thing to look at.

The tears finally became too much for my eyes to hold onto and tracked down my cheeks. I drew in a shaky breathe and looked at the window. There wasn’t much time left. I was lucky that I had been left alone at all today. I looked at the door and then back at the window.

WHAT DO I DO?

My heart leaped into my throat as a shout of joy sounded from what I could tell was right down the hall. My body made the decision for me as it unlatched the window. I looked down. I had never even snuck out of my house but here I was, about to runaway from my unfortunate wedding. I climbed down the ledge and let my fingers grip the wood of the window. I was on the third floor. Climbing down, I would have to avoid being noticed by the guests.

More tears snaked down my face as I felt my dress bunch up. I had taken too long to decide and now I was stuck in a wedding dress.

Good luck getting out unnoticed in your wedding dress, Y/N.

But there was no going back now. Even though I kind of wanted to now. I shook my head and my feet made their way downwards, gripping onto another wooden ledge.

Okay, just don't fall. You can figure out the rest later.

I felt my feet tangle into my dress as my hands slipped and I fell.

Shit!

Pain burst through my body and I wasn’t sure if I broke something or not. Now I was silently sobbing. I was not made for this. I let a few moments pass and then pushed onto my arms. I groaned as I stood up. “Fuck!”

“Fuck indeed!”

I jumped at the sound and my hands wrapped round my waist. This was it. I was done for. I had been caught. My body was stiff and shivered as I looked behind me.

A Zemini man dressed in blinding clothes stood beside a Suli woman dressed like darkness incarnate. The man tilted his head and the hat perched on top of it made him look more funny.

Too bad I wasn’t in the mood of laughing.

“D-Don’t tell anyone…” I tried to keep my voice from shaking but the lump in my throat made itself known.

“Tell them what?” The man asked.

“I just want to leave. Let me go.”

“Well this is interesting. Luck seems to be at my side today. I should probably try it out at the club later.” He smirked and I found myself irritated by his cryptic reply.

I should probably run but the strange pair was blocking my exit.

“Focus Jesper.” The quiet girl finally spoke.

She turned towards me. “You want to leave the wedding?”

I nodded too afraid to speak the words out loud.

“We can help you.”

I narrowed my eyes. Uh-oh. Now that spelled trouble. No one in Ketterdam ever offered help and meant it. Even with my family. There had always been conditions and that was how I had found my way inside this atrocious wedding gown that felt as stifling as my prospective future.

I found my voice. Bullshit always did this to me. “Thank you but no thank you. I just need you to get out of my way.”

“Listen lady, we mean to cause no trouble. Just come with us-” He broke into coughs as the girl elbowed him. Huh. Guess she was stronger than she seemed. The music playing in the hall suddenly came to a halt.

I looked behind me at the house. Shit. Time was running out.

“Just come with us.”

I scoffed trying to wane away the panic. “No, I won’t!”

I was about to run past them when I felt a shadow fall over me and pain hit me at the back of my head and then the world faded to black.

I felt myself jolt to consciousness just as water splashed my face. I sucked in a long breath through my mouth and then blinked my eyes.

“KAZ!” Voices yelled in synch and I winced as my head pulsed in pain at the noise.

It took a few seconds for my memory to finally gather to the forefront of my senses and when it did I felt myself gasp once again. My heart pulsed and pulsed and then I felt it slow down to a comfortable pace. Oh no. A heartrender.

This day just seemed to get better and better. I felt my eyes droop as my breathing slowed.

“Oops! Sorry that was a bit too much there,” a pretty voice as clear as bell sounded.

I felt my heart speed up to a normal pace and sat up on the chair. As I stretched, I found the pain of the fall absent and in its place just a dull soreness. I think I should that the heartrender.

I looked up to see five people standing over me. We stared at each other for a moment till I finally gritted out. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

The group seemed to be searching for words when another figure made its way towards me from the corner of the room. It was a boy. A year or two older than me. He was wearing a black trench coat over his all black clothing and his gloved hands gripped his cane as he limped till he stood in front of the group.

I stared at the cane till I finally made a breakthrough. Dirtyhands. The boy in front of me was no ordinary boy but the top gang leader of Ketterdam. The one who helped arrest Pekka Rollins.

I had heard my father talk about him or more like curse him because Rollins being captured had led to a loss for my father.

“We simply want you.” His raspy voice sent shivers down my spine as I imagined his hands ripping it out.

“W-Why?” I was too afraid to feel ashamed of displaying it.

I had done nothing to him. I rarely ever even left my house. What use could I be of to him? Unless…

“You see Y/N Y/L/N, your father shouldn’t have messed with us.”

The way he drawled out the words, his fingers tapping the beak of the crow head on his cane, just stretched out my despair longer with each passing moment.

Dread netted over my chest like cobwebs that had covered the attic back in my house.

My house. I know I was supposed to prefer it to being taken hostage by Dirtyhands and his gang but somehow the terror of being returned seemed more prominent.

I shook my head to rid myself of this concerning discovery and instead focused on the boy in front of me.

He tilted his head as if trying to make sense of me. Keep trying Brekker and let me know when you do cause I would certainly appreciate some help with that.

I felt my lips curl up into a manic smile. What was wrong with me? I think my rebellion had messed with my head. I felt laughter bubble at my throat as I stifled it. I needed to make this work in my favor and displaying my insanity would not help me make my case to Dirtyhands.

I felt myself sober. I met his gaze once again. “I have no problem with staying with you.”

His head cocked further in confusion or perhaps that was suspicion. “But..?”

“But, I want to know the complete story. What happened between you and my father and what you are planning to do with him.”

“You are acting as though you have an option.”

I arched a brow. He couldn’t be worse than my father, and I knew my father. I had known he often indulged in shady business and that my marriage was one way to cover up his involvement in such businesses but now, I wanted to know how Brekker – Kaz was involved in it.

We stared at each other in silence, He clenched his jaw and sighed. He looked at the other five and then nodded. The group nodded and then walked towards the door. The heartrender and the silent girl who I guessed was the wraith gave me a smile before stepping out and the man with the funny hat winked. The door shut behind them and the room suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

Kaz moved behind the desk and seated himself. Our eyes met once again.

“Well, now remember, you asked me to tell you.”

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 10 months

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*anxiously waiting*

Entirely Unconventional

Part 1: A "Quiet" Curse

It was clear that the second hand was mocking you. With every tick that echoed in the staff room was another reminder that you were on top of everything you needed to have done, and all your patients were stable.

You’d checked on all of the ones who weren’t able to go home overnight before you went on your break, and even before that you’d checked on the meds.

Being in a rural hospital was advantageous in that you didn’t get the overwhelming waves of patients, end on end, however some nights left you incredibly bored. If that hadn’t been a big enough notch in the tree for you then the final mark would’ve been the hospital’s owner refusing electronic charts.

His dislike of computers was well known, leaving you and every other nurse who worked here to chart physically. Still, you had found some charm in the hospital and the quietude, most nights you were able to take more time with your night owl patients who hadn’t wanted to find rest.

“What a night, will it ever end.” You heard the student nurse before you saw her as her voice carried through the door to the staff room, and then she popped her head in. “Hey! I’m just about done with the blankets and then I’m on break.”

You acknowledged her with a small smile and a nod of your head, watching her slink into the room. Something about the way she was standing had tipped you off to some future cataclysmic event she would cause and yet you couldn’t have stopped even if you tried.

”Is it always so quiet here? Will it get busy?” The word that cursed you time and time again had been aired, and your teeth had instantly began grinding your teeth.

The hair on the nape of your neck stood on end, your entire body was flooded with a feeling of dread and aggravation, and you’d imagined that if the head nurse was here she would have have the student a verbal licking. Instead you were here to deal with the ramifications that would surely befall you all.

”Don’t say that word!” One of the overnight lab techs had hissed at her, firing off a poignant glare before he huffed and stalked from the room.

”Shit! Sorry!” She winced, looking distraught for a moment, her face falling.

”It’s gonna be fine. Enjoy your break.” You clapped her on the shoulder and slipped out of the break room while she moved in.

You walked steadily through the empty halls, keeping your highest hopes up that the "quiet" curse wouldn’t affect you. You would wish until you were blue in the face that nothing would upset this otherwise perfect night, and yet…

You had just approached the nurses’ station, reaching for your charting clipboard when the shoe had dropped. The door has slammed open and a familiar face had come into the emergency room bearing half the weight of an unconscious man.

”Em!” You rushed around the front of the desk to meet them, finding your old college roommate slightly panicked.

”I would say long time no see but-”

”There’s no doctor tonight, nearest city hospital is-”

”Please,” she begged you, eyes wide and lips parted, “I can’t go to the city.”

”There’s a room back here.” You turned sharply on your heel and led the two of them back to the open room.

As you stepped inside, the unconscious man had been set down on the bed with a soft thud before he stepped back and you leaned over his body. You reached for your stethoscope and even before you could ask her what happened, she’s given you an answer.

”Accident visiting my family.” You looked back at her, speculating a lie as she was telling it.

It was the look in her eyes and the subtly twitch of the corner of her mouth that led you to catch her. You shared a dorm for four years before she went to the UK to work, and you moved back home.

You knew her, even after all these years, you knew her.

”He’s by husband, Y/N. Please help him.” She begged you, desperate despite there being no doctor tonight.

”I’m going to help him, I promise. I need to chart-”

”No!” She raised her voice, side-eying the man she was with as her bottom lip trembled. Em, your best friend for four years, was desperate. You couldn’t let her down.

”The charting is done by hand, the cameras are spotty at best and the medicine…I can think of something.” You placed the stethoscope against his chest to hear his breath and hear for any fluid in his chest, and as you had concluded there wasn’t anything internal, you stepped back and exhaled.

”You wanna tell me what happened?” You stepped around the end of the bed, moving to the monitor to the right.

”An accident,” she reiterated, her throat tightening as she raised her hand and covered her lips, “it was—”

You studied the man in the bed as he remained unconscious. The sides of his head was cropped short with only a portion of dark hair left long, secured back and tied. There was a scar on his left eyebrow that once had looked deep but healed well. He appeared tall, over 6’0” with good muscle definition that made you think he either worked a physical job or he had been a gym rat.

It appeared as if his wounds appeared to be worse than they actually were, though there was a laceration in his head that extended into the dark hair at the top of his head. There were a few on his chest, cutting through his plain black shirt and scuffing the army green cargo pants he wore.

“It’s okay, we’ll get him patched up.” You cast a look over your shoulder, briefly looking at the other person in the room.

”Thank you!” Em reached for your arm and squeezed, relief radiating off of her.

You stepped aside and excused yourself from the room to grab supplies, just managing to close the hospital room door when you heard your student nurses’ surprised shout.

”You can’t go back there!” Temporarily forgetting the meds, you stepped into the line of view of the events happening by the nursing desk.

She was standing there trying to stop two addition men wearing similar clothes as your unconscious patient, save for their faces being covered by masks. You stood there in shock for a moment, unable to comprehend what was going on until they started coming toward you.

”Y/N!” The student nurse called your name, just as unaware of what to do with them as you were.

”Stop!” You tried the same tactic, scrambling to grab the meds and head back to the door. “You can’t go in there!”

You placed yourself in front of the door, bundle of meds and IV bag in your arms, staring down two men who could have crushed you.

Their eyes were rimmed with dark paint or makeup, and even further obscured by the masks they bore, but their eyes were unnaturally light. Blues and greens that struck you to your soul had aided this stalemate you seemed to be in, with you definitively denying them access, and the two men able to pick you up and throw you.

”Move.” A thick British accent broke the silence, a warning to you. “Now.”

You shook in fear, heart racing but stood strong. “You can’t go in there.”

Time stopped. Tick, tick, tick.

”You can’t go in there.” You were sure, tonight would be the night you took your last breath. “There’s someone in there.”

They stared blankly at you, tension climbing.

The only time you dared to look away was when the door opened and Em poked her head out.

”Y/N, it’s okay. I know them. König, Ghost…” she seemed relived and happy to see them. “He’s in here.”

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