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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Ok but imagine Freddy heating reader swear for the first time

Cursed : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 1.4k wc based on request of Freddy hearing y/n curse for the first time, fluff

Warnings: a few swear words and some playful teasing, but otherwise fluff

“Are you serious?” Amita laughed, her arm lazily resting over y/n’s shoulder as they approached the rest of the group.

“Extremely” y/n smirked, “but it was super adorable”.

“I still can’t believe that, poor Freddy” Amita shook her head.

“I know, I was trying not to laugh. He felt bad about it but when he saw I was laughing he relaxed” y/n explained, recalling the event.

“Of course he did” she winked, “he’s obsessed with you”.

Y/n laughed, “well, obsessed is a bit much. But I’d hope he’d be interested; we’ve been together long enough by now”.

Amita laughed loudly, “still can’t get over him dropping the cake in front of your flat”.

Y/n shrugged with a smile “was still a good night”

“I bet, what-“ Amita began as they neared the others.

“Are you two finally joining us?” Kit interrupted once the girls were next to him.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “yes Kit, we are finally joining you”.

Kit gave y/n a smug smile, wrapping his arm over her other shoulder.

“Okay, I’m officially out of arms now” y/n chuckled, trying to find a seat that would fit her and the two friends hanging on her.

Freddy smiled over at her and signaled for Ben to scoot down.

He’d saved her a seat already; as he usually did.

By him and Ben sliding down, it allowed kit and Amita to sit next to her.

Y/n smiled and mouthed thank you to Freddy across the circle as she sat down.

He smiled back and nodded silently.

“Sooo, y/n” Ben smirked, making everyone face him.

“Ben Barnes” she smirked back.

He laughed, “I learned something about your boyfriend today”.

Y/n raised an eyebrow and looked over at Freddy who was blushing deeply as he stared at the ground.

She laughed, “Freddy, love? Care to share?”

His eyes lifted to her’s, pressing his lips into a tight line, cheeks still pink, he aggressively shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and looked back to Ben.

“I mean, we all know he’s, what the kids call a simp, for you” he began.

Y/n laughed loudly, “the kids? Ben why are you such a grandpa?!”

Freddy laughed softly in agreement as Ben brushed off her comment.

“But I didn’t realize just how bad he was at it” Ben added with a chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, starting to feel her protective side come out.

As she looked at Freddy from the corner of her eye, she saw him biting his lip.

“Think about it, he told us about dropping your cake the other night, and then the whole ordeal with the flowers from last week” Ben began listing events off as he kept laughing.

Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, glancing over at Freddy who was looking at his feet shyly.

Their other cast mates chuckled along with Ben.

She attempted to interrupt Ben but he kept going.

“And then that time he made you lunch and gave you food poisoning” Ben shook his head, “and-“

“Enough” y/n snapped, glaring at Ben.

She knew how bad Freddy felt about that incident already.

It wasn’t even his fault, there was an outbreak with some of the produce he used and no one knew until after.

Still, he’d stuck by her side the whole time and took care of her, constantly whispering apologies.

As Ben’s eyes widened at her outburst, she took the momentary silence to look over at her boyfriend to check on him again.

He had looked up and gave her a small smile, trying to brush off the whole thing.

She tilted her head ever so slightly and he shook his head softly; silently communicating that he knew she was worried but it was fine.

Y/n sighed softly but gave him a soft smile and faint nod.

Ben’s shock had worn off and he began laughing again, “I’m just saying, it’s adorably pathetic, like he-“.

“Fuck off” y/n said, no longer in the mood to hear him insult Freddy; even if it was in a playful way.

Freddy’s eyes widened instantly and snapped over to his girlfriend in pure shock.

He’d seen her get defensive and protect him or others she cared about before.

But, he’d never heard her curse before.

Not even when singing along to songs, telling an emotional story, venting about something she was mad about, etc.

The others didn’t seem to notice this, but her outburst was successful in getting Ben to stop talking since he realized she wasn’t having it.

Freddy suddenly burst into laughter, nearly falling out of his chair, “oh, my, god!”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she turned her gaze back to him.

He couldn’t make eye contact with her without laughing even harder, tears forming in his ocean blue eyes.

“You good mate?” Kit chuckled, pulling out a tissue from his pocket and handing it to Freddy.

Y/n squinted at him in silence, uncertain what was so funny.

Freddy shook his head, using the tissue to dab the corner of his eyes as he kept laughing.

“I’ve-“ he chuckled more as he looked over at y/n, “god that was soo funny”.

Y/n glanced at Ben who shrugged, also confused.

“Freddy?” Y/n asked, trying to get him to give her an explanation.

“So-sorry love “ he grinned, “it’s just, I’ve never heard you swear before”.

Y/n nodded slowly, “aannndd?”

Freddy took a deep breath, composing himself.

He grinned, his wide eyes mischievously glowing as he stared at his girlfriend, “it was just so funny”.

Amita chuckled, her hand over her mouth.

“You’ve said that” y/n groaned.

“See, failed simp behavior” Ben pointed out, waving his arm in the air between y/n and Freddy.

She glared at Ben but quickly looked back at Freddy.

“You’re just the sweetest, darling” he smiled, his laughter fading, “so you suddenly cursing like that..”

Freddy shook his head, getting up and walking to her, “I’m sorry for laughing at you Angel, it was just so unexpected and precious”.

Y/n scoffed softly, rolling her eyes.

He just laughed at her action, pulling her hand to him, “see, that, I’m used to. You telling Ben to fuck off, that was new”

She blushed and laughed softly, “shut up”.

Freddy shook his head, pulling her up from her seat, his arm moving to hug her.

“Okay, see, I don’t get it” Ben laughed.

“What?” Amita questioned, watching as y/n softly shook her head up at Freddy who just smiled at her.

“Freddy found it cute, I found it frightening “ Ben said, his voice showing his sincerity.

Y/n turned in Freddy’s arms until she could see Ben more.

“See, that” she signaled at Ben, “is the normal reaction to hearing someone curse for the first time when they normally don’t”.

Freddy chuckled, pulling her to his side, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the top of her hair.

“It wasn’t directed at me though” he argued, “besides, it was cute you reacted so protectively that you actually cursed”.

She blushed, smiling softly up at Freddy and shrugging her shoulders.

Turning to see Ben, she smirked, “I’m glad at least you were scared. You should be scared to make fun of him”

Freddy laughed and tightened his arms around her as a thank you.

Ben pouted “you’re not going to apologize for scaring me?”

“Fuck no” she smirked, Freddy laughing loudly again.

“I’m not sorry for anything. I will always defend him, now you know what the response will be” she said smugly, ignoring her cackling boyfriend holding her.

Ben’s eyes widened again and nodded with a laugh, “understood, I will be cursed at”

“Or just cursed” she winked playfully, kissing Freddy’s cheek before slipping from his arms.

“Fuck, okay” Ben laughed, leaning away from her.

Y/n laughed and walked back to her seat.

“Darling, truly, thank you for defending me” Freddy grinned, his lips pressed to her ear as they exited the meeting.

“Mmmhmm, laugh at me again like that Carter and it’ll be directed at you next time” she teased, looping an arm around his lower back.

He gasped, “you wouldn’t”.

Y/n smirked and shrugged, “don’t piss me off”.

Freddy laughed, moving his arm to her waist and squeezing her hip, “it’s insane how cute you are when you curse”.

She blushed and rolled her eyes, laying her head on his shoulder.

Freddy sighed contentedly, his eyes watching her as they walked, “so damn cute”.

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thatdelusionalnerd · 5 months

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fuck off you’re telling me we won’t ever get to see these beautiful people together again?

Literally fuck off Netflix you deserve to burn to the ground

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shadowandbone · 1 year

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Shadow and Bone’s Crows Answer Their Characters’ Most Searched Questions

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stevenrogered · 1 year

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SHADOW AND BONE ↳book > screen

"Stay," he said, his voice rough stone. "Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me." - Six of Crows

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Amita loves to play chess.

#shadow and bone #sabedit #shadowandboneedit #socedit #amita suman #freddy carter #kit young #jessie mei li #ben barnes #gifs #*#gv #sab #grishaverse #grishaverseblr #socdaily #dailyshadowandbone

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helnikskanej · 1 year

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this scene means so much to me. inej apologizing, knowing how kaz feels about physical contact, the second kaz spends enjoying her touch, not riddled by trauma and pain. the way the reality hits him and he jerks away - freddy is phenomenal, the way he tells a story with just his eyes in this scene! amita is outstanding at portraying inej with gentleness and so much care and respect when it comes it kaz <3

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I NEED THE SIX OF CROWS SPIN OFF LIKE YESTERDAY 😩🥹

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the shadow and bone cast being so pressed about their handwritten notes to each other being shared on instagram is killing me

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Speak, she begged silently. Give me a reason to stay. For all his selfishness and cruelty, Kaz was still the boy who had saved her. She wanted to believe he was worth saving, too.

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Hello beautiful! May I request a fic of Freddy taking care of you when you're sick?

Once you're doing up to it, ofc. 💜

Under The Weather: Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 3.6k wc, reader is sick and Freddy goes into protective and caring boyfriend mode as he works to get her feeling better.

Warnings: mentions of being sick, fainting, hospitals, otherwise fluff

“Take 5” the co-director andy shouts, making the cast quickly scatter to maximize their break.

Y/n steps slowly to keep her balance, but each step causes a fresh wave of pain in her head.

As she makes it off the set, she nearly trips stepping down.

“‘ey love, careful” Freddy chuckles, catching her by her arm to steady her.

She blinks a few times and fakes a smile up at him, “oh, thanks”

Freddy raises an eyebrow as he catches onto the fake smile, “love?”

She forces the smile more and nods at him, wincing after from the dizziness, “yeah?”.

“Darling, you’re wincing” Freddy gasps, “what’s happening?”

Y/n grabbed his hand tightly, “I think I just tweaked something”.

Freddy frowns, “during the scene? Where does it hurt?”

“I’m okay Freddy, really” she says softly.

He stares at her questioningly, “y/n, what is-“.

“Alright, places” Andy shouts, interrupting Freddy.

Freddy sighs and squeezes her hand, silently pleading with her.

She gives him a weak smile before she excuses herself to go back to her mark.

“Is she alright?” Amita asks, appearing next to Freddy.

He hesitates but nods, “yeah. She’ll be fine”.

Y/n glances over at him, giving him another tiny smile and shoos him off with her hand.

He shakes his head but gives her a kind smile before walking back to the other stage building for his own next scene.

“Cut” Eric shouts as Kit mixes up his line.

Amita laughs loudly, smacking his arm teasingly.

“It is been not bean Kit” Danielle jokes.

“Obviously” Kit laughs.

“Freddy!” Ben yells suddenly.

Freddy looks up from his phone instantly, the panic in his stomach intensifying; Ben should be in a scene with y/n not here.

“Y/n,” he says, breathing heavy from running.

“Where?” Freddy asks, discarding his characters props on the set floor as he sprints over.

“They’re bringing her back to her trailer “ Ben informs him, turning to follow him out of the room.

“Freddy, what’s wrong?!” Amita calls out from behind them.

Freddy shakes his head, “you’ll need to do a different scene for now”.

With that, he races out of stage 3 and towards y/N’s trailer.

Ben struggles to keep up, “Freddy, slow down mate”.

“What happened?” Freddy responds, not slowing down at all.

“I don’t know” Ben admits, “one second we’re doing the scene, the next she passed out”.

Freddy skidded to a halt, turning to face ben, “she fainted?!”

Ben sighs and nods.

Freddy spins back around and speeds up his journey to her trailer.

He doesn’t bother knocking when he reaches it, instead he barrels inside instantly.

He nearly falls to his knees when he sees Archie and y/N’s manager standing next to y/n as she lies there on her trailer’s couch motionless.

“Is- is she” he breathes heavily, “is she going to be…”

“Yes Freddy, she’ll be okay” Alexia, her manager promises, a soft smile, “she just needs to sleep, she is sick and pushed herself too hard”.

Freddy nods, kneeling next to his girlfriend, her hand tightly clasped in his.

Y/N’s eyes flutter open and she tries to sit up but Freddy holds his hand on her chest softly.

“Sorry for waking you, my love. Go back to sleep” he encourages, brushing hair from her face.

She smiles tiredly at him, squeezing his hand, “What about-what about work?"

He sighs, shaking his head, “you're exhausted, honey”.

She shakes her head stubbornly, wincing as she does, prompting Freddy to give her a knowing look, one similar to that of his character.

“I’ll be fine Freddy “ she argues weakly.

He shakes his head, “no you won’t. You scared me nearly to death! My god baby, y/n, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?!”

Y/n frowns with a guilty stare and shrugs.

Freddy sighs, “it’s alright angel. I’m sorry, I was just so worried. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it all”.

“Freddy, you have work-“ she protests.

“You think I’m going to work right now? You fainted!” Freddy scoffed

She pouts, “but, -“

Freddy cups her face, “no. I’m taking care of you. I'm going home with you. I don't want to leave you by yourself knowing you're feeling this bad."

As she frowns at him, he sighs and kisses her forehead, “stop with that guilty look, you don’t have anything to feel guilty for. Just let me take care of this.”

“They’ve dismissed us for the day” Freddy said, putting his cellphone back down.

She nods slowly, “okay”.

Freddy squeezes her hand, “I’m going to need you to sit up Angel”.

Y/n hesitantly leans forward, Freddy steadying her with a hand to her back and chest as she moves.

“That’s it, good job, my girl” he smiles, “can you walk?”

“Yeah” she said quietly, holding his hand tightly as she pulls herself off the couch.

“Good job,” he encourages, grabbing her bag from beside her.

“We’re going to take it really slow, okay?” Freddy prompts, placing the across over his body, hooking one arm around her waist.

She complies, taking tiny steps at a glacial speed.

“You’re doing great” he promised, turning to kiss the top of her head as she looked up and sighed at the distance left.

“Woah, it’s alright” Freddy says, using his arm that was around her waist to lift her up as her legs start to give out just as they get to the car

“Lean on the car here a moment dear” he says, placing her shoulder against the back door of the car.

He opens the passenger door, guides her to the seat, and buckles her in with a tender kiss to her forehead.

“Oh hun, you’re burning up. Let’s get you home and we’ll find a way to take care of that” he frowns.

“Wait right here love, I’ll grab you some comfortable clothes” Freddy promised, setting y/n on the bed.

He quickly located their basket of clean clothes they hadn’t had the chance to put away yet, grabbing the first set of clothes he could reach.

When he made it back to their bedroom, he saw y/n had fallen asleep in her clothes, on top of the covers, shivering.

He frowned to himself and quickly walked to her, sighing as he gently woke her.

“I promise to let you sleep soon, but we should get you changed and under the covers first” he said as her eyes stared up at him.

Freddy held her up, delicately raising her shirt over her head.

Once he’d helped her remove her work clothes, he slid the new shirt he grabbed esrlier and slid it on over her head and then helped her out her arms in.

“Better?” He asked smiling at her sitting in his shirt.

She gave him a weak smile, “much”.

He let out a sigh of relief, reaching back to tie her hair more neatly so it stayed out of her face better.

“Do you want trousers?” He asked, holding up the pair he grabbed, which just so happened to be his as well.

She looked at her lap, seeing the shirt covering her thighs and shook her head.

Freddy watched as she flinched, holding her head.

He sighed, “no more shaking your head princess, just use your words please”.

“My throat hurts” she countered.

Freddy nodded, “okay… ummm.. okay, squeeze my hand once for yes and twice for no?”

The left corner of her lips curled up as she tried to give him a smile to thank him for coming up with a solution.

Y/n reached for his hand, squeezing it once.

Freddy beamed, pleased his idea would work, “good girl, I’ll make you tea”.

“Love, drink this for me please” he asked, handing her a warm cup of tea.

She began to sip on it, Freddy’s concerned eyes not leaving her as she slowly drank the hot tea with honey.

When she finished she set the cup on her nightstand, lifting her eyes to him and gave him a tiny smile, “thank you”.

He hated the way her voice cracked, but he was pleased to see she drank the full cup.

He nodded silently, leaning over to tuck her back in since she’d moved slightly to drink.

“I'm fine. It's fine. Stop-stop fussing over me” she coughed.

Freddy raised an eyebrow at her, “clearly”.

She laughed a little, causing another cough.

Freddy promptly grabbed the glass of water be brought earlier and held it out for her.

She sipped on it, rubbing her neck a bit when she finished.

As she leaned back into the pillows he stacked behind her, her eyes closed faintly.

“I am going to check the thermostat to ensure the flat stays warm and then make some soup” Freddy told her, towering over her as he felt her forehead, “before I go, may I have a kiss?"

"I'll get you sick if you kiss me” she sighed.

Freddy chuckled quietly, stroking her cheek, “That's alright darling, I'll survive. Besides, better you than anyone else”.

“You’re going to kiss someone else?” She pouted, a weak glare in her eyes.

“Of course not love, I was saying better you be the one to get me sick than someone else” he laughed, shaking his head at her illness-induced confusion.

“Why?” She asked, no longer glaring.

“Because it’ll at least be worth it” he admitted, holding her head softly.

She shut her eyes as she gave him a soft smile. Y/n reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

Freddy grinned, delicately pressing his lips to her’s before pulling back and smoothing her stray hairs away from her skin, “get some sleep”.

“F-“ she coughed, making him turn back to her with concern in his eyes again, “Freddy, where are y-you going again?”

He gave her a sympathetic smile, “to the kitchen dear. I want to make you some soup”.

“I c-“ she coughed, glaring at nothing out of frustration, “I can help”.

Freddy hummed, smiling at her persevering determination to help others, “you want to help?”

She looked and saw she wasn’t in reach of his hand so she tapped her bed sheets once, making him giggle.

“I don’t need help with the soup, but I have another way you can help me” he told her, resting his hand on the blanket over her legs.

She tapped the bed again one time, showing him she’d nod if it didn’t hurt her to do so.

“Stay in bed and rest, for me?" He pleaded, watching as she sighed but tapped the bed one more time.

He smiled at her, “thank you darling. Call for me if you need me. Use your phone if you have to”.

She smiled weakly, tapping the sheet again before letting her heavy eyes close fully.

Freddy watched her for a moment, waiting until he saw her chest rising and falling.

“Th-“ she coughed, leaning her face into her elbow, “this is very good F-Fre-“.

He nodded quickly, squeezing her free hand as she set the bowl down, “shhh, thank you honey”.

Her eyes began to become heavy again, but she looked up at him through them anyways, giving him a small smile.

Freddy moved the bowl from the bed to the nightstand and felt her forehead.

His eyes widened and he glared at his hand, displeased with the temp.

Freddy quickly sprinted to their bathroom, grabbing a clean washcloth and holding it under the sink.

He tried to get the perfect temperature so she wouldn’t get chills but also would cool down.

However, as he heard her coughing again from the other room, he bolted back in there, the cloth in his hand.

“‘ere, try this darling” he said, placing the cloth lightly onto her forehead.

“Is this cloth too hot or cold?" Freddy asked as he adjusted it to keep it in place.

“No, it's perfect” she whispered, tugging the blanket towards her chin as she closed her eyes again.

Freddy relaxed slightly, “good”.

That night Freddy changed in their bedroom, planning on moving his discarded clothes to the hamper in the bathroom the next day as he didn’t want to leave her sight tonight.

He grabbed her phone, sliding the side button down so it would be on silent and not wake her up.

He then did the same with his, plugging it in next to his side of the bed.

Freddy slid quietly under the blankets, watching to make sure she didn’t wake up from his movements.

He sighed in relief as she kept sleeping.

However, when she began tossing and turning, with a clear shiver taking over her as well, he pulled her to his chest.

“Shhh” he soothed, grabbing the remote to turn the tv off before looking back at her, “I’m here, shhh”.

She slowly opened her eyes, staring into his worried blue ones, “you’re too close. You’ll get si-“.

He cut her off with a shake of his head and pulling her closer to him, “you won't get me sick. Well… You might, but I don't mind. Move over”.

She shuffled cautiously, making more room for both of them in the center of the bed.

Freddy smiled as she placed her head on his chest, her arms unconsciously latching onto his frame.

He knew she was right, this distance did leave him at risk for getting sick.

But as she was lying there with her head on his chest, all Freddy could think about was her soft breathing and hair minutely tickling his face.

“Ahhh ahhh, what do you think ‘er doing princess?” Freddy asked, looking up from his book he’d been reading on the couch.

Y/n shrugged, stumbling further into their flat, “I need to get stuff done”.

Freddy shook his head, setting his book down next to him.

“You need to sleep” he argued, briskly walking towards her.

“No, I’m fine” she said stubbornly.

“What is it you think you need to do?” He countered, holding her waist to stop her.

“Empty the clean laundry basket, dishes, work on my l-“ she stopped as she began coughing loudly.

“Stop. I can handle everything else, you need rest” he said firmly, his panic taking over.

She frowned but squeezed his hand once in partial agreement, “after I-“

He kissed her earlier earlobe, wincing at how warm it was, “come on, now”.

She squeezed his hands twice stubbornly before trying to walk away.

“Mmm nope” he smirked, lifting her up.

“You’re getting rest” he demanded gently, cautiously carrying her back to bed.

“I need to be productive” she groaned.

Freddy rolled his eyes, “sleep is productive”.

Freddy walked into their room, frowning when he saw she was awake and holding her head.

“Is it hurting again?” He asked rhetorically as he walked to her.

“Yeah” she whimpered.

“When did you last take some meds?" Freddy inquired, grabbing the medicine bottle from beside her bed.

He’d been out getting groceries so he wasn’t sure how long she’d been awake.

“Last time y-“ she coughed aggressively, wincing as it shook her head.

“Last time I gave you some?” Freddy clarified for her, opening the bottle.

She reached out and squeezed his hand once.

“Then you can have more, come ‘ere” he said softly, dumping the next dose of meds into his palm.

She cooperatively took the medicine and laid her head back down on the pillows.

“I also picked up this” he said, reaching into the bag he brought to their room, “it should help”.

She looked at the cough medicine bottle in his hand he showed her.

Y/n scrunched her nose and shifted away.

Freddy laughed softly, “I know it's minging, but I need you to take it anyway”.

She glared weakly at Freddy, still pouting.

“For me?” He pleaded, holding the cap full of medicine to her.

She winced as she tossed back the liquid medicine into her throat, grimacing at the taste.

“Thank you lovely” Freddy cooed, rubbing the back of her hand.

“Please” y/n whined, despite her eyes attempting to close.

Freddy sighed, “honey, you can't keep asking me to allow you to stay up."

Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly, “why?"

“‘cause you need sleep and I can't say no to that face you make and you know it" Freddy chuckled, tapping her stuffy nose.

She grinned acutely, “read to me then?”

Freddy hummed and nodded, “first we need to get you tucked in more”.

Despite her pretend state of annoyance, Freddy wrapped y/n up in a blanket until her face barely peaked out of the burrito like wrap he made.

Y/n wiggled her way down on the couch, placing herself between his legs as she rested her head on his chest.

Freddy bent his head down to kiss the space between her eyes before he picked his book up off the coffee table.

“Hope is a powerful thing. Some say it’s a different breed of magic altogether. Elusive, difficult to hold on to. But not much is needed” Freddy read quietly.

As he read to her, he grinned to himself as she drifted in and out of consciousness as if debating whether she wanted to listen to him more or sleep.

Freddy paced back and forth in the bedroom as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “please?”

“Come on. There's no need to overreact about this” y/n sighed.

It had been a few days now and she was overall doing better but was very lightheaded still.

“You are literally passing out” he countered, staring at her like she was insane.

“No hospital." She declared and he sighed as he saw the determined look in her eyes.

He knew she wouldn’t intentionally risk her own life just to not go in, but he was worried.

“If you even slightly lose consciousness, I'm taking you to hospital. I don’t want to hear any resistance” he compromised.

“Okay” she agreed, turning on the TV to keep her attention.

Freddy sighed, walking back to the bed so join her.

“You’re driving me insane” he muttered, holding her tightly.

“I’m okay Freddy, there’s not much they can do” she told him, rubbing his cheek.

“You should not be passing out” he complained, staring down at her, his eyes full of fear.

“The doctor said it should be over in another few days. I just over did it” she admitted.

“Yes, you did” he agreed, tightening his hold on her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ she began, frowning at him.

“Don’t apologize. Just communicate that you’re sick next time please” Freddy rebutted.

“Okay, I will. Sorry “ she agreed.

“Stop apologizing to me for this, angel, just keep your eyes open” he said, stroking her hair.

“Ahh, no, eyes open” Freddy said, tapping her cheek as her heavy eyelids began closing.

“Sorry, I'm... I'm really dizzy” she admitted weakly.

Freddy sat up more, holding her face steady between his hands, “am I taking you in now?”

Y/n hesitated, Freddy took that as a yes.

He pulled her up to the head of the bed to lean her back on the bed frame, “sit still baby”.

Freddy rushed to the bathroom, putting on his slippers and grabbing y/N’s.

“Okay,” he said breathlessly, reaching down and scooping her up in his arms, “I’ve got you”.

“I’m sorry you have to car-“ she sighed, her eyes fighting to close.

“No more apologizing, I’m glad you told me” Freddy promised, sitting her in her seat, “just let me handle this”.

After bucking my her in securely, he rushed ti the driver’s side and quickly began to drive to the nearest hospital.

Freddy sighed, relieved as the staff called y/N’s name to bring her back to be evaluated.

“I’m sorry we’re here, I know it’s late and-“ she began to ramble as Freddy pushed her in the loaner wheelchair.

"If you say ‘I'm sorry’ one more time, I'm going to be extra caring until you can't stand me” Freddy smirked, making y/n let out a breathy laugh.

“Right this way” the staff instructed, leading the couple back to the bed they wanted y/n in to be seen by a doctor.

Freddy lifted y/n out of the chair and onto the hospital stretcher.

“I’m sorry you're sick, my love. I wish there was more I could do to help” he cooed, fluffing the pillow before she laid back.

“Freddy” she pouted, grabbing his hand, “you’re doing more than enough”.

He sighed but nodded, sitting next to her, “hopefully they have something to help you”.

“I just need you “ she argued.

“Uh oh, you’re fever must be back” Freddy teased as he felt her forehead, making her laugh quietly.

“Thank you for bringing me in” she said, holding his hand.

“Thank you for dropping the stubbornness and letting me” he winked, relaxing as he knew he was now surrounded by people who would try to help her feel better.

“Let me draw you a bath” Freddy said as they entered their flat.

Y/n hummed in agreement, complying with his desires since he’d gone above and beyond to help her.

While the doctors at the hospital had already made her dizziness better, if this would make him calm, she’d let him do it.

“You're too good to me” she smiled as Freddy lead her to the bath tub that was now full and had Epsom salts in it, essential oil candles lit nearby.

“Not possible” he argued, helping her out of her clothes.

“You really didn’t have to do all of this” she smiled, holding his hand as he lead her into the tub.

“You’ll have to get used to it” he laughed.

“You plan on me being sick again soon?” She teased, relaxing her muscles in the warm water.

Freddy shook his head, his cheeks warming, “no, no. We just were talking about our future the other day and, well, ‘in sickness and health’ you know?”

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ssszlami · 1 year

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i want there to be a kaz vs the darkling fight at least once every season where kaz always wins

and i want them to never actually contribute to the plot. it just happens. kaz puts his cane on top of the darklings cape and he trips. thats the whole fight.

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jwalsana · 1 year

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Freddy Carter unironically just delivered the performance of a life time. Bro ate, left no crumbs and left

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jeansyvesmoreau · 11 months

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gonna fucking cry brb

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Jack, being the newbie, what kind of initiation were you subjected to?

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shadowandbone · 1 year

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Freddy Carter & Amita Suman React to Season 2's Biggest Twists SHADOW AND BONE, SEASON 2

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auroravictorium · 3 months

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anti-hero (k.b.)

i wake up screaming from dreaming. one day i'll watch as you're leaving, and life will lose all its meaning (for the last time).

Summary: reader is awake and heads outside for fresh air. kaz questions whether reader still wants to be with him, and reader begins to heal.

Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship) Word Count: ~4.3k (!!!) Warnings: allusions to reader's recent trauma (kidnapping, torture, severe injuries), mentions of injuries (scars, cuts, bruises), mentions of sibling & parent loss/death, mentions of blood, mentions of kaz's haphephobia, mentions of violence (kaz bashing heads and dangling people of rooftops) Genre: fluffier angst? brief angst then fluff? Author's Note: i really gotta stop with these disappearing acts. anyway, i promised you guys the next part, so here is the next part at a whopping 4.3k. pls enjoy <3 masterlist

The next few days passed in a blur as you fought to recover from what you'd been through. Nothing aggravated you more than the stiffness of your muscles and the pain throbbing throughout your body; just a week ago, you'd been able to jump across rooftops and snatch a pouch of kruge from a man's pocket without any issue. Now, damn near everything ached, though the vertigo and throbbing in your head had eased thanks to Nina's work.

On one of the warmer days, where the snow had melted into the ground to form a muddy slush, you woke up feeling much better than when you'd been carried out of the warehouse. While the rest of the house slept, you slowly made your way out of the room you were staying in and down the stairs. You stuck to the edges, using the banister to support yourself as you avoided potential creaky spots. The house was in remarkably good condition, but you didn't want anyone questioning why you were up and about on your own. You needed to move, to feel the fresh air again.

To remind yourself that you were free, despite everything.

You slipped on your battered boots, your body aching as you hunched over to pull them onto your feet, then stepped onto the front porch, looking over the bleak, icy land sprawling before you. Crossing your arms to brace yourself against the cold, you stepped off the porch and stood in the snow. You let the muddy slush soak the material of your boots, chilling your skin even through your thick socks.

The air stung your lungs as you inhaled deeply, burned through your chest, and then you let it out slowly, the air fogging before you. To be standing outside felt like bliss; in the open air, you could forget the griminess of your captivity for a moment, the sensation of blood sliding down your fingers, the ringing of your ears as your friends had arrived in a flurry of action and chaos.

You gulped down more air to chase away the prickling hairs on the back of your neck as you considered all that had happened. Not now.

You realized then why it was easier to close off, to not think of the horrible things those mercenaries had done, that Rollins and his Dime Lions had done in Ketterdam over the years. Denial was easier than wading through the grief of what happened. Preferable, even.

Snow crunched behind you, but you didn't turn, your eyes still fixed on the empty, slush-covered fields before you. A gloved hand carefully wrapped a worn blanket around your shoulders and lingered for a moment before falling away. Kaz stepped beside you, his coat wrapped tightly around himself; there were dark shadows under his eyes, and his face was a touch paler from exhaustion.

You frowned at him. "You haven't slept."

"Neither have you," he said quietly, sliding his free hand into his coat pocket and looking down at you. He was silent, his icy blue eyes roaming up and down your form as he surveyed you. The look made you shiver, and you turned your gaze away, a blush unrelated to the cold rising to your cheeks.

Out of your periphery, you saw Kaz slide his hand from his pocket, and you felt the brush of his fingers against your arm, loosely wrapping around your wrist. You glanced up at him, and you let him gently turn your arm so that your forearm was to the sky; he pushed your sleeve up carefully, tenderly, and his gaze lifted from the bandages around your arm to your face, waiting.

"Go ahead," you said softly. You didn't want to hide your pain and your scars from Kaz, even though instincts told you to shield it from him. You ached to hide your weakness like when you first arrived on Ketterdam's streets, to settle into denial and rage. But this was Kaz. You trusted him to catch you if you fell.

Kaz undid the bandages with practiced ease, and you wrinkled your nose as cold air hit your wounded tattoo. The flesh was nearly healed thanks to Nina's hard work, but most of the ink itself was destroyed, only a few dark remnants remaining at the edges of what had once been the crow perched on the cup. Shiny scar tissue lined your forearm, and Kaz ran a gloved finger over the skin. The gentlest of touches, but enough to make you hold your breath and look away.

"I'm sorry," Kaz said, breaking the silence with his raspy voice before you could speak. Though he deemed his investigation complete, he didn't release your arm. Instead, he carefully wrapped the bandages again and secured them in place, his leather touches nothing more than a whisper against broken skin.

You shook your head. "It's not your fault," you said, looking up at him. You were startled to find his gaze already on you, and your breath caught as you saw the raw emotions flickering there. Concern, anguish, guilt. A raw mix of vulnerability he would never let anyone else see.

Kaz looked back down at your bandaged arm, still in his hold. Black leather gloves against pale white bandages, a stark contrast that he hated. He'd caused this. He was at fault, whether you would say it to him or not. The moment he'd crawled out of that harbor, determined to make the city pay for taking his brother, taking his name, taking his dreams, he'd set everyone around him on a path to harm.

"Kaz," you said, turning your arm in his grip so that you could grasp his. Your breath fogged in the cold air between the two of you, a warning of the winter storm brewing above that you elected not to heed. "Tell me what you're thinking. Please."

He let out a breath, and he wanted to turn away. Your gaze was intense, reaching deep into his soul and threatening to pull out every word he'd stashed away where nobody could ever find them. Most believed he didn't have a soul, and he liked it that way; it was his treasured hiding place of all the things he wanted to say but never would, because Dirtyhands wasn't tender. He wasn't kind or caring. He was ruthless, selfish, and brutal. He bashed skulls into stone floors and tortured men on rooftops.

Yet you seemed to break down his walls with only a look, stripping away the layers he'd created to become Kaz Brekker. You saw him, the boy who grew up on this farm, who fell asleep every night with the threadbare blanket currently wrapped around your shoulders, who believed in goodness in the world.

He struggled to reach into that hidden, tucked away part of himself, to find the words he longed to say to you. I love you. I'm sorry. I am not the man you should want. I love you. I thought I'd lost you. I am a liar. I love you.

I love you, and I thought I had lost the chance to say it.

"Do you still want this?" he managed to say, the words nothing more than a rasp, the sound of sandpaper against wood. Even as Kaz Brekker longed to take steps back, to fling up those walls and fall back into the comfort and safety of being ruthless and harsh, the ground beneath his feet had him rooted in place. The Rietveld farm, where the ghosts of his father and brother lurked in the house just feet away. They were watching, begging him to do better. To be better.

He could be.

"Yes," you said without hesitation, your grip on his arm steady and your gaze unwavering. "I made my decision a year ago. I stand by it." Your words were firm but not unkind, leaving no room for argument or misinterpretation.

A lot of horrible things had happened in the past week. Kidnapping, torture, interrogation, and scarring you hoped would one day heal. And despite the urge to collapse, to fall and give in, you wouldn't. Your friends wouldn't let you. Kaz wouldn't let you. And you wouldn't let Kaz wade into the guilt he was feeling. You'd haul him out by his coat collar if you had to. You wouldn't blame anyone for what had happened to you aside from those who deserved it; the guilt lay with the mercenaries and with Pekka, left behind in that warehouse.

Kaz was quiet for a few long moments. He let your words play over and over again in his mind, searching for any whisper of deceit, any hint of blame from you that would reinforce the guilt that pressed down hard enough on his lungs that he felt like they might be crushed beneath the weight. When he found none, he pushed a slow breath past his lips, trying to ease that pressure. "Alright," he said.

Because as much as he did blame himself, it was your choice. Your decision to stay with him, despite his belief that you would only get hurt again. And he wouldn't take that choice from you, even as everything he'd taught himself screamed at him to distance himself from you until you changed your mind.

He would be better.

Kaz swallowed, realizing he still held your arm in his grasp. He looked down at it again, his hand gently cradling your injured arm, and he slowly shifted his hold until your hand was held in both of his, his cane resting against his hip so it didn't fall into the slush. He could feel the coldness of your fingers through his gloves, and he trapped your fingers between his palms to try and warm them up.

You stepped closer to him, realizing how cold you actually were, even with the tattered blanket around your shoulders. The heat radiated off him in waves, and soon you were nearly chest-to-chest with him. You tilted your head up to look at Kaz, your heart slamming in your chest as you dared to step into his personal space. He smelled like city smoke, like faint remnants of cologne. Home. Comfort.

"I thought I lost you," Kaz rasped, the words almost inaudible, even as you stood mere inches from him. He almost choked on the words, but he owed it to you to say that. To say so much more. "I thought Pekka had won."

"He didn't," you said quietly.

"I killed him."

"I know."

His breathing turned ragged. "I should have done worse. I should have made him suffer more."

You shook your head, turning your hand in his palms so you could lace your fingers with his. "You did what needed to be done. Nothing more, nothing less. That's all that matters." You tilted your face up, taking in the emotions in his eyes.

"Before you left, you said..." Kaz's eyes slipped shut. Just say it, you fool. Say it. "You said you loved me."

The words didn't burn on his tongue like he thought they would and didn't taste like salty, bitter seawater. It didn't make his teeth chatter or his clothes feel stuck to his skin. It felt blissfully warm, burning in his chest like it might ignite him from the inside out.

You didn't answer, not wanting to interrupt him as he fought to speak. You had a feeling you knew what he wanted to say, why he looked like he was somewhere between keeling over and taking off across the property to disappear into the treeline. So, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze to encourage him, feeling your heart pound as he spoke again.

"I should have said it back," Kaz said. "I should have told you I..." The words stuck in his mouth like the sticky candy he'd shared with his brother on this very property, the sun beating down on their heads. "I should have..." He faltered again, his brows creasing as he grew increasingly frustrated with his inability to spit the damn words out.

Kaz sighed, the breath rushing out of his lungs and clouding in the air before he managed to force out, "I should have told you that I love you." As the words passed his lips, a feeling of peace came over him. The knot in his chest eased, and the heavy weight within his chest became easier to bear. Taking the chance, he continued, his voice quieter. "You could have died, and all I thought about on the ride here was how I didn't say it back. I just turned away like a fool and sent you into the lion's den."

He was grateful for that temporary moment of relief. At least if you stepped away and changed your mind about wanting this, wanting him, the last thing he would remember of the two of you would be this moment of respite with your hand in his and the knowledge that he'd finally told you what he felt. That would be some consolation before the bitter taste of pain rose.

You stepped closer, cutting off his train of thought by pressing his gloved hand against your racing heart, his palm resting just beneath your collarbone. The words he'd just spoken suddenly seemed far away, and his mind went completely blank as he felt the hammering of your heart against his palm. A stark reminder that you were still alive, and he didn't have to think of the 'what ifs' anymore. You had chosen him. You hadn't changed your mind, after everything.

"Don't torment yourself," you said quietly. Your gaze met his, a simultaneous fierceness and gentleness visible there that almost knocked the breath from Kaz's lungs. "Do you remember what I told you? Your pace?"

The words reminded you of an evening that felt long in the past. The two of you, sitting on Kaz's tiny bed in the Slat and working through his fear when you told him you love him and that he didn't have to say it back until he was ready. Your pace, Kaz.

"I remember," he said, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of his breathing as he dropped his hand from your heart and twined his gloved fingers with yours once more. Once he was sure he wouldn't hyperventilate or collapse into the icy mud like a fool, he opened his eyes again.

"I love you," you said softly, giving his hand the gentlest of squeezes. The words felt right, just like every time you'd said them, tasting like shots in the Crow Club and snow falling over the city, like a heady bliss you wanted to feel again and again, as though you might never get enough. Though the words felt right, you realized you started trembling after you said them. From the cold? From the vulnerability strung between the two of you? From the anticipation of his response?

Your fingers were cold between Kaz's, and before he realized what he was doing, he caught both of your hands in his this time, clasping them between his gloved palms to warm them up. Only a few inches separated your faces now, and your tangled hands were wedged between your chests. Selfishly, he wanted to close that distance completely, to remind himself of how your lips felt together. It had been six months, and though he thought about that moment in the alley outside the Crow Club every single day, he found that the feeling had begun to drift from his mind.

"We should go inside," he rasped, despite the thoughts warring in his head. You were freezing; that much was obvious. The old blanket he'd brought to you hadn't done much to keep you warm in this bitter weather, especially as a fresh flurry of snow prepared to blanket the ground.

"I'm fine," you responded, though the growing numbness of your nose and ears said otherwise. You were caught in his gaze, trapped by the heated look in his eyes. You'd seen him angry, distant, and vulnerable at times, but the look he wore now was one you hardly recognized. It was one you'd only seen once before, moments before he'd kissed you outside the Crow Club like he'd die if he didn't get the chance.

"That's what most say before dying of exposure," Kaz deadpanned, but even his response couldn't tamp down the burning in his chest. He didn't recognize it, the looseness in his muscles and the burning in his chest. For once, no terror rose in response to your closeness, ready to shove him away with cold, invisible hands.

You rolled your eyes at him. "I can assure you, the cold won't take me out that easily." Still, you shivered just a bit as a slight breeze kicked up to remind you both of the incoming storm, making your words much less reassuring than you wanted them to be. Traitorous nature. But Kaz (and the wind) was right, the two of you should head inside, even if you wanted to bask in the vulnerability and simmering feel of his gaze for a little bit longer.

Taking a step back, you moved as if you might disentangle your hands from his and head back toward the house. Once again acting before he could stop himself, Kaz caught you, his fingers gentle as they wrapped around your wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice almost inaudible. He took a shaky breath as terror sunk its fingers into his flesh again, making his words come out more unsteadily than he intended. "Can I?"

He could win against his fear again, could push himself past the newfound comfort of holding hands with you. He'd done it once, even though it had kicked an unfortunate series of events into motion. But maybe... maybe that wouldn't happen again. It was just the two of you and the cold. No witnesses, no traitors amongst you except the bone-deep terror that threatened to rear its head every time he dared to challenge it.

Confusion briefly flashed across your face, and then your mind went blank with recognition. The memory of the alleyway, a kiss tasting like bitter liquor and snow, flashed through your mind.

Oh. Oh.

You nodded, just as you had before, feeling your cheeks heat up despite the cold.

As he stepped closer, closing the last few inches of distance, you wanted to ask him whether he was sure. He'd opened up to you so much already; you didn't want him to feel obligated to do so further. But he'd initiated it, and you trusted him and his newfound confidence in his ability to heal.

You were proud of him.

His lips met yours, tentatively at first. They were cold, chapped slightly from the weather, and he waited for the icy terror to yank him to the ground and drown him right there on land. While his legs felt unsteady, pushed and pulled at by his own fear in its twisted form of pale, dead hands in the harbor, he felt like he could keep standing as long as he focused on you.

It no longer felt like the midst of a Kerch winter. As snow fell down and started to kiss your cheeks, you could imagine it was a morning drizzle on a summer day, before the sweltering heat kicked in and was compounded by the smoky air of the city. You felt warm, maybe too warm, and you freed one of your hands to move up and grasp the back of his neck, standing up on your tiptoes to keep the distance between you closed.

Kaz startled at the touch, his hand moving to grab your arm out of instinct as his heartbeat picked up at the feel of your hand on his skin. The touch was foreign, soft, and hesitant, but not unwelcome as he steeled himself against letting his fear take over. He wanted to be able to kiss you, to accept your touch and affection without feeling like he might collapse.

His determination fueled him to press even closer, his hand releasing your arm in favor of cupping your cheek. He brushed his thumb over your cheekbone, pretending he could feel the softness of your skin beneath his touch. You shivered, and a surge of warmth ran down his spine, making goosebumps rise beneath your hand on his neck.

Distantly, he felt his cane fall from where it had been propped against his hip, thumping against the frozen ground. But his focus was on you. You, your lips, your nose bumping against his as you settled into this still-new feeling, your hand on his neck, your other moving up as if to join the other before chancing it, sliding into the mussed strands of his hair that he hadn't bothered to slick back before joining you out here.

You fought the heat running throughout your body and forced yourself to pull back, gasping a bit and looking up at him. "I'm-" you began, already starting to retract your hands. What if you'd pushed him too far? You'd felt how he tensed beneath your touch for a moment, felt him go somewhere else for just a moment. What were you thinking, Y/N? His pace, remember?

"Don't," Kaz said roughly, knowing precisely what you were thinking. He kissed you again, chasing the euphoria of your lips against his. He surprised himself with how hungrily he kissed you. The feel of your lips was better than any liquor. Better than any drug, or high in the aftermath of a successful heist. He liked the feeling of kruge passing into his hands, but this feeling had quickly surpassed that.

You made a noise of surprise but didn't protest or pull away, sliding your hands back into his hair and through the dark, silky strands. There was a bubble of something in your chest, the urge to chase this and press further, but the burning in your lungs and throbbing of your wounds in response to the worsening cold forced you to pull back far sooner than you wanted to.

You opened your mouth to speak, ready to ask if he was okay, or what he was thinking. A million emotions were flickering through his eyes, and you were having trouble pinpointing any of them. Just as you recognized one of them as longing, Kaz's face went neutral, the emotions disappearing before you could blink as the front door to the house creaked open. Your head turned, and you saw Nina, who had just woken up judging by the wayward hair framing her face.

"If you two are done frolicking, I figure I should tell you the storm is about to hit," Nina called from the porch, leaning against the doorway with a smugness on her face that made you blush and take several steps back from Kaz.

Tightening the old blanket around your shoulders, you glanced at Kaz as he grabbed his cane off the ground. His cheekbones were flushed pink, and there was a purse to his lips that gave away his embarrassment at being caught. But as he straightened up, his cane firmly in his hand again, there was a sparkle in his eye as he met your gaze and offered you an elbow to help you back inside.

"Not a word, witch," Kaz said to Nina, eyeing the wicked grin on her face as he tapped his boots against the steps to free the snow and mud from them. He kept his arm extended for you to hold onto as you did the same, noting the winces of pain as the impact sent shocks of pain through the bruises and scrapes on your legs.

Nina gave Kaz an innocent smile. "Of course not." She reached up to pinch his cheek, and he batted her hand away with a sharp glare. "Can't ruin your terrifying reputation, can I?"

"No bickering before breakfast," Jesper groaned from the couch, pushing the blanket away from his face and yawning. "I can't add any witty commentary on an empty stomach." He sat up and rubbed his eyes before grimacing and hunching his shoulders. "Now, will you please close the damn door? It's freezing out there."

You suppressed another smile, stepping into the house and setting your shoes to the side. As Nina and Jesper bickered, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, sharing a brief glance with Kaz as you settled next to the fireplace to warm up. A flicker of something soft passed through his eyes before disappearing as he carefully leaned down to add another log to stoke the flames.

Inej padded down the stairs, putting the finishing touches on her braid as she investigated the commotion. If she noticed the faint blush on your cheeks or Kaz looking anywhere but you, she didn't say anything. Instead, she pushed Jesper's legs off the couch to make room to sit, ignoring his groggy protests.

Though you weren't sure anything other than time could heal what happened, being surrounded by your chosen family was a good start. A warmth unrelated to the fire settled over you, a comfort and security that eased the tension that hadn't lifted since your capture. You would heal. Wounds would scar and fade, memories would become less vivid, and the ink along your arm could be replaced one day.

In the meantime, you'd bask in that warmth, even when your return to Ketterdam inevitably tried to chase it away.

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