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jahayla-parker · 5 months

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New Chapter : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 4.2k wc, Freddy and his wife welcome their newborn into their lives. Can be read as a stand-alone or as a part two to Pregnant Pause. Fluff, family.

Warnings: pregnancy and newborns and related topics including by not limited to: pregnancy, labor, blood, discharge, accidents, changing diapers, breastfeeding, hospitals, etc.

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“How are ya feeling, love?” Freddy asked as he checked in with his wife for the millionth time. He hadn’t left y/n’s side since they arrived at the hospital, but he was still worried he would miss a sign that she needed him to do something for her. She’d just given birth to their newborn baby and Freddy wanted to make sure she was okay. “You did so great, my darling,” Freddy praised when y/n gave him a tired smile and a weak thumbs up in response to his question. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her still clammy forehead.

“Aren’t they just the cutest?” Y/n mused tiredly as she gazed at the clear roller bin coated with a fuzzy blanket the hospital had their newborn resting in. Her mind and body were exhausted beyond belief. But she hadn’t ever been happier than this moment, here with her husband and their newborn.

“Just like their mum,” Freddy agreed, squeezing y/n’s hand as he admired their baby. “You’re seriously so amazing,” he whispered lovingly as he turned back to his wife. He caught sight of the bashful expression she had after his earlier compliment, grinning as he watched it increase with his latest one. He was so amazed by her, especially after today. “You can sleep darling, I’ll watch over you two,” he promised as y/n tried to stay awake.

Y/n hummed softly and shook her head. “You need to rest too,” she whispered. She sat up, despite Freddy’s protests, and leaned forward until she could gently roll the baby bin towards them. Once she stationed it between them, up by her head, she smiled down at their newborn. “There,” she said, looking up at her husband. “Now, you can sleep too,” she offered.

Freddy grinned and kissed the back of y/n’s hand.

“Oh, let me slide over so you can use the bed too,” y/n suggested. But before she could move, Freddy’s hands clamped carefully over her forearms as he restricted her movements.

Freddy shook his head. “I’m fine where I am,” he promised. “You need to let your body heal, darling, you’ve been through a lot,” he reminded her softly.

Y/n gave him a tired smile, clearly not in a state to argue. “If you’re sure,” she mumbled as her eyes became heavier. Once she saw Freddy was seated back on the cushioned window bench beside her, she fully let herself rest against the pillow behind her head. “But, when we get home, I intend to sleep beside my husband,” she said lovingly.

Freddy smiled and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Of course. Anything you want, darling,” he promised. He watched y/n closely until he was sure she’d fallen asleep. He kissed the back of her hand as he checked on their newborn. When he knew his family was safe and resting, he curled up on the bench and laid down beside them to rest.

Y/N’s eyes flew up upon hearing her newborn’s cry. She groggily leaned up, blinking rapidly to get her vision to clear.

Freddy snapped awake upon hearing y/c/n crying. He jumped up from the bench and reached into the rolling bin crib that was beside him. He carefully lifted the baby up into his arms and rocked them slowly as he shushed them. He gave his wife a loving smile briefly upon feeling her eyes on him.

Y/n watched patiently for a few minutes as Freddy desperately tried to get y/c/n to settle down. He was doing everything right, but their newborn hadn’t stopped crying. “Honey,” y/n whispered, setting her hand on Freddy’s forearm. “I think (s)he needs me,” she explained cautiously. She could tell Freddy was a bit upset that he hadn’t succeeded in calming down their little one. Y/n could also tell he was feeling bad that he couldn’t take care of this for her.

Freddy nodded sadly and passed their baby to y/n.

Once y/c/n latched onto her, y/n laid her head back and looked up at her husband. She smiled upon seeing Freddy beaming down at her and their newborn proudly.

Freddy leaned down and pressed a long lingering kiss to Y/N’s forehead, his hand resting on the outside of her far shoulder lovingly. As his lips left her head he leaned back to take it all in, a blissful look in his eyes. “May I?” Freddy asked, grabbing his camera, “just for us”.

Y/n giggled lightly and nodded. She gazed down at their newborn as Freddy snapped some photos.

“Okay, one with you looking up, please, love,” Freddy requested. He smiled as y/n quickly complied with his request. Once he’d taken the photo of his incredible wife and precious newborn, he set the camer aside and rushed back to y/n. “Okay, sorry,” he gushed as he rubbed her shoulder as their baby continued to nurse, “I’m done”.

“You don’t have to apologize, Freddy,” y/n said with a smile as she turned her head his way.

Freddy gave her an appreciative half-smile. “You’re over here feeding our baby,” he pointed out, “after just having gone through labor for thirteen hours”. He shook his head. “Meanwhile, I’m just taking pictures,” he sighed.

“Freddy,” y/n said. She frowned upon seeing the tears in her husband’s eyes. “Stop,” she ordered, wanting to squeeze his hand but having to settle for a reassuring expression since she was cradling y/c/n as they nursed. “You were by my side the whole time, getting me everything I needed and helping me through as much as you could,” she pointed out with a smile. “You’re an amazing husband and already a wonderful father, please don’t let your tired brain make you believe otherwise.”

Freddy smiled lightly as he tried to blink away the tears in his eyes. He bent his head and kissed y/n’s chapped lips gently as he whispered a thank you. His smile grew when their baby stopped nursing and he was able see their face again. Freddy applied the hand sanitizer beside him and let it dry before putting his left pointer finger against their baby’s tiny soft hand. Y/c/n’s little fist clung onto Freddy’s finger, making both parents smile at them and then each other. Freddy used his right hand to brush some loose hair away from Y/n’s face and gave her another loving kiss. “I’d do anything for our family,” he whispered.

Y/n gazed lovingly at y/c/n as (s)he lay in their crib, sleeping peacefully. She felt Freddy wrap his arms around her carefully, being extremely gentle with her as he knew she was sore. She practically melted back into his embrace as her eyes stayed on their newborn.

They stayed like that for several minutes, just silently admiring their baby and each other.

Freddy was the one to step away first. He placed a tender kiss to y/n’s cheek before unwrapping his arms from her waist. He moved in front of her and took hold of her hands. Freddy slowly and silently guided her towards the rocking chair in the nursery, neither one wanting to wake the baby.

Y/n watched from the padded chair as Freddy quickly made his way out of the room and back. When he returned, he had a y/f/c gift bag in his hand and a smile on his face. Y/n shook her head in disbelief. He’d already gotten so much for her and the baby since finding out she was pregnant.

“Before you say something about how I didn’t need to get you anything,” Freddy whispered teasingly. “First, don’t, because you’ll wake the baby,” he joked with a smirk. “But also, it’s your push gift,” he explained as he passed her the bag.

“Freddy,” y/n whispered, also keeping her voice low as to not wake y/c/n. “You’ve already gotten me, and us, so many gifts that could be considered push gifts, you really-“ she mumbled.

Freddy just shook his head and nodded towards the gift bag he’d set on y/n’s lap.

With a light chuckle, y/n smiled appreciatively at her husband before she opened the gift. Her smile grew ten times as her heart soared upon pulling out the first item. It was a framed heartbeat sound wave of y/c/n from the first time they had heard their baby’s heartbeat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered a shaky thank you. She bit her lip as she also pulled out a beautiful photo album. Inside it were photos Freddy had taken throughout her pregnancy and from earlier earlier today in the hospital. “Sweetheart, this is beautiful,” she cooed.

“I can’t have you forgetting just how incredible you are,” Freddy said as he moved to stand beside her. “You were unbelievable today, my darling,” he said as y/n flipped through the photos from the last 24 hours. When she stared up at him with teary eyes and a prideful smile, he knew he’d chosen the right gift. “Thank you,” Freddy said, echoing his appreciation for y/n giving life to their little bundle of joy.

“Freddy, do you know where the diaper bag went when we got home?” Y/n called out from the nursery.

Freddy rushed in with the diaper bag in hand. As he caught his breath, he placed a hand on y/N’s back. “I’ve got this, love,” he offered.

“Oh,“ y/n smiled, “you don’t have-“.

“I know,” Freddy promised as he kissed y/n’s cheek. “But you’ve done more than enough,” he stated. “Now, please, go rest,” he pleaded, “I’ve got this little one”.

Y/n smiled gratefully at her husband. She pressed her lips against his stubbly cheek for a quick kiss. “Alright snuggle bug,” she whispered to their baby. “Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay?” She cooed, making Freddy grin. She gave Freddy another appreciative kiss before heading out of the room.

“Did you change your shirt?” Y/n asked as Freddy entered the living room. She knew she was exhausted, but she could’ve sworn he was in a blue shirt when they left the hospital earlier.

Freddy blushed and nodded bashfully as he walked over towards where y/n was seated.

“Why-“ y/n began but cut herself off and laughed. “Oh,” she giggled realizing what must’ve happened when Freddy was changing y/c/n.

“I’ll get better,” Freddy promised as he sat beside y/n and took her hand in his.

Y/n calmly shook her head. “Sweetheart, I’m not worried,” she assured her husband. She quickly rested her head on his shoulder as he held her to him. “Is (s)he asleep?” She asked tiredly.

Freddy hummed a soft ‘yes’ as he pulled y/n closer. “We should get you to bed too,” he commented. When Y/n gazed up and over at him, he smiled at her. “The book says you should be sleeping when the baby is sleeping,” he explained.

Y/n grinned and pecked Freddy’s nose. “I love you so much,” she remarked.

Freddy beamed. “I love you too, my amazing superwoman,” he replied sweetly.

“Love, it’s alright,” Freddy said trying to stop y/n from crying more. “It’s just bedding, alright?” As he removed the dirty sheets from their mattress he gazed over at his exhausted wife. “Let me go get the laundry started, and then I’ll come help you in the shower, okay?” He offered.

Freddy’s heart broke as y/n simply cried harder. He knew part of it was surely her hormones and exhaustion after everything she had gone through in the last few days. But he was still worried about her nonetheless. “Love, ‘ey, what’s wrong?” Freddy questioned, sensing there was more at play than what he was noticing so far.

“I made a mess, and we’re both tired, but now I kept us from sleeping, and it’s gross, I’m gross, and-,” y/n rambled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Woah, woah, woah, no,” Freddy argued gently. “Love, you are not gross.” “This is extremely natural. The doctor said this could happen, it’s part of the process,” he reminded y/n. He set the bedding aside for the moment and cupped her face in his palms. “I’m terribly sorry you have to deal with this, but you’re not alone. I’ll be here with you through this as much as I can, love,” Freddy promised. “There is nothing gross about this. Besides, as far as I’m concerned, you can make as much of a mess as you want or need, you just gave birth to our child, do you realize how incredible that is? How much with your body just went through?” He gushed in admiration. “You’re not gross, and don’t worry about my sleep, darling, I promise that’s not a problem in the slightest.” “Come on,” he whispered as he helped y/n stand and lead her to their bathroom. “Can you strip out of these clothes for me while I start the wash?” He asked.

When y/n nodded slowly, Freddy smiled warmly and kissed her forehead. He rushed out of the room to start the laundry. On his way back, he peaked in the nursery to check on y/c/n before quickly making his way back to his wife.

Upon entering their bathroom, Freddy noticed the way y/n was staring at herself in the mirror. She had taken her clothes off and was now just looking at her reflection with a deep frown on her face. Freddy shook his head to himself in disbelief before he walked over to her. “You look beautiful,” he commented casually.

Y/n shook her head. “Freddy-,” she began to argue.

“Yes, you do,” Freddy defended. “I’m still so amazed and appreciative of what you just went through,” he admitted. “And yet, you still look radiant after all of that. I’ll never understand how you do that.”

“Love,” Freddy sighed upon seeing y/N’s tears. He cautiously held her to him, rubbing her back slowly as she tried to calm down. When y/n stopped crying he could see her eyes were once again soft, he smiled down at her. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”

Freddy helped comb through the knots in y/n’s hair that had likely formed during her lengthy labor. He lovingly massaged her shoulders and muscles as he went about cleaning her up after the bleeding incident she’d had in their bed. He had always been careful with her; as if she were glass. But tonight he was extremely cautious around her hips/pelvis, only faintly even touching her just enough to get any blood off. Once y/n was cleaned up, Freddy helped her out of the shower and dried them both off. He led her over to the toilet for her to sit on while he dried her hair. But when y/n winced as she sat, Freddy quickly realized the hard surface was a bad choice. “Shit, one moment, love,” he said as he helped her back up. He rushed out of the room, only returning once he had her hospital bag. He helped y/n step into her postpartum underwear. He then set the folded up blanket on top of the toilet seat lid for a better cushioned seat. Freddy was pleased when y/n sat back down without as much pain showing in her eyes. He quickly blow dried her hair before putting it up for her. Freddy helped her off the toilet seat and back to their bedroom. He guided her as she slowly get into bed, each movement clearly hurting her. “I’m going to get your meds,” he said; hating setting her in such pain.

Just as Freddy had reached the doorway to their bedroom, the baby monitor went off with the sound of y/c/N’s crying. Freddy knowingly whipped his head around to look at his wife. “No,” he said, stopping her as she tried to sit back up in order to get out of bed. “I’ve got it!” He rushed out, slightly panicking. “Just rest, please,” he begged as he darted out of the door.

Freddy sprinted into the nursery and scooped their newborn baby up into his arms. He rocked the baby as he walked to the kitchen to grab y/n’s meds. He knew the prescription was not super strong, as the doctor said there was only so much y/n could take while breastfeeding. But, Freddy still hoped it would take the edge off and help her sleep. He very carefully held the baby to him with one arm as he picked up the pills and put them in his pocket before cradling the newborn in both of his arms again. The baby finally stopped its crying as Freddy whispered lovingly to it as he walked back to the main bedroom.

Freddy smiled at his wife as she watched him enter with their child. “Figured you might want to say goodnight,” he smiled, kneeling down beside y/n with their baby in his arms.

Y/n grinned and reached out to take the newborn. She held them to her chest as she sleepily gazed down at them. “Goodnight my little angel,” she cooed. As her eyes began to get heavier, she looked over at Freddy who seemed to have already noticed.

Freddy smiled and kissed y/n’s forehead as he took their baby back into his arms. “Pills are in here,” he informed Y/n as he turned his hip to her; the bottle of medication visible in his pocket.

Y/n smiled appreciatively and pulled the bottle out of Freddy’s pocket.

“I’ll be back with some water, don’t move,” Freddy said as he walked to their door.

After placing the baby back in the crib, Freddy hurried to the kitchen again to grab a water bottle. He filled it and made his way back to the bedroom. Upon entering, he quickly passed it to Y/n to have her take the pain medicine. He bent down and kissed her forehead before he went to his side to get into the freshly made bed. He scooted over and snuggled up to her, carefully holding her.

When y/n noticed Freddy’s resistant and worried touch, she leaned into him. “Thank you,” she whispered. Sensing his confusion, she continued. “You were absolutely incredible today, I’m really glad I had you,” y/n told him.

Freddy kissed y/n’s head. “Ditto, my love,” he whispered. He turned and ensured that the baby monitor was on before facing his wife again. “Rest my dear,” he advised, smiling as she willingly closed her eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” Freddy scolded as he walked into the living room and noticed Y/n was about to vacuum.

“It has to be done, we have people coming over in-“ y/n argued.

“I know,” Freddy nodded, walking over to y/n. “But, I’m doing it, you’re resting,” he said as he took the handle of the vacuum from her.

“Freddy!” Y/n exclaimed with a sigh.

Freddy simply shook his head. “No”. He leaned forward and kissed y/n’s nose. “You should know by now, I’m not going to lose these arguments,” he grinned.

Y/n shook her head back at her stubborn and protective husband. “That was when I was pregnant,” she reminded Freddy. “The baby is fine, me doing chores isn’t going to risk hurt them,” she promised warmly.

“No,” Freddy agreed as he plugged in the vacuum cleaner. “But, it will risk hurting you,” he argued, glancing up at his wife. When y/n sighed, Freddy moved closer to her. “You didn’t truly think my worry when you were pregnant was only about y/c/n’s well-being, did you?” Freddy shook his head in response to his rhetorical question. “I was always worried about you too, my love.”

Y/n closed the space between her and her husband. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his embrace as he held her. “I love you, Freddy,” she whispered against his chest.

“I love you, darling,” Freddy replied tenderly. “Now please, go sit your sweet little arse on the couch, before I have to carry you,” he scolded playfully.

Y/n giggled loudly and shook her head. “I’ll secede to not vacuuming, but I’m going to go check on y/c/n since the sound will likely wake them up,” she argued. “Plus, I want to change them into that insanely cute bear onesie you bought!”

Freddy chuckled happily as he smiled at the excited state of his wife. He nodded in acceptance, “deal”.

“Freddy!” Y/n squealed, coming out of the nursery, holding y/c/n in her arms. The hood on the bear onesie was resting just about their baby’s eyes. Y/n was smiling widely as she showed her husband how cute their child was.

Freddy smiled back and quickly took his phone out to snap a photo before asking y/n to wait so he could get his good camera. With his camera in hand, he ushed back and snapped a ton of photos; some of y/n and y/c/n, some of him and y/c/n, and then some of both of them and y/c/n.

Presently, the new parents had settled y/c/n on one of their blankets on the couch in order to get some photos of just y/c/n. Y/n was gently playing with y/c/n the whole time as Freddy took the photos of their newborn. As such, they did not hear nor see Freddy’s family enter until they were done with the impromptu newborn photoshoot.

Y/n softly rubbed y/c/n’s tiny little nose as Freddy put his camera’s lens cap back on. She smiled to herself as she looked up to see her husband. Only, she caught sight of a group of people behind him. Before she could even process the fact that she knew these people, she had leapt you from the floor and had y/c/n securely in her arms.

Freddy noticed his wife’s fear and instinctually threw himself in front of his wife and their baby. Once he realized that it was their family, he settled and slowly moved to the side. “Did you forget how to knock?” He teased; slightly.

“We did, honey,” Freddy’s mother teased. She slowly made her way over to the couple and gave her son a hug.

“We worried something happened to you lot when no one answered,” Freddy’s oldest brother, Tom, laughed.

Y/n smiled as she watched Freddy’s side of the family embrace and congratulate him. As they turned to her, so too did her husband.

“Not until you use some hand sanitizer,” Freddy ordered his family as he lifted up a new bottle from the table.

Freddy’s family smiled at his protectiveness and complied with his orders before they made their way to y/n and the baby. They all took turns holding the baby, the others talking to y/n and/or Freddy as they waited for their turn to greet the newborn.

Freddy had been watching his wife closely the whole time and realized she was feeling a bit emotional still and overwhelmed. So, he lead her to the couch, making the others follow. “Your mum should be over any minute,” he explained, having been the one to arrange the timing for everyone’s schedules.

Y/n nodded and leaned against her husband as she kept an eye on their newborn.

Freddy noticed y/N’s behavior and kissed the side of her head before resuming doing the same thing himself.

Both sides of the newborn’s family had hung around for quite awhile, even throughout the countless breastfeedings and diaper changes. It wasn’t too late in the traditional sense, barely having hit 5pm, but Freddy was exhausted and he knew his wife was too. So, he kindly asked everyone to leave so the couple could have some alone time with their little one before bed.

“There are just so many cute onesies!” Y/n gushed as she flipped through the collection of baby clothes in y/c/n’s nursery. “Not that (s)he’s not cute enough on their own!” Y/n added quickly.

Freddy chuckled and wrapped his arms around y/N’s waist, placing his head on her shoulder. “I think (s)he should wear the frog one today,” he suggested, eyeing the fuzzy green outfit.

Y/n hummed and picked up the onesie Freddy had requested, setting it to the side. “Frogs it is!” She grinned. She spun around and smiled as she moved in to kiss her husband. “Time to get this little one dressed!” She said walking to the crib.

“Can I?” Freddy asked quietly as he watched his wife approach y/c/n’s crib with the onesie in hand.

Y/n turned to Freddy, her confusion evident on her face. “What?”

“Can I dress them?” Freddy asked with a bite of his bottom lip.

“Of course, handsome!” Y/n reassured. She walked over and cupped Freddy’s cheeks. “Why do you feel you had to ask?” She wondered.

Freddy shrugged with a light laugh. “Sorry, it’s just all so new,” he explained.

Y/n smiled widely and nodded. “In a good way though, right?” She checked.

Freddy vigorously nodded. “Yes,” he promised quickly. “I love this new chapter of our lives,” He grinned.

Y/n hummed in agreement and passed Freddy the frog onesie. “So do I,” she agreed. She watched from the side in bliss as her husband gleefully and cautiously dressed y/c/n inside the crib. “They’re going to adore the frog onesie,” y/n complimented, “great choice, love”. She smiled to herself as she thought about how their friends would react when they came over in an hour to meet y/c/n and were greeted by an adorable little 3 week old baby in a green frog onesie.

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Calloused Hearts - 4

Summary: Trouble stirs, but maybe it was for the better. Or for the worse.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Kaz’s touch aversion

w/c: 1.5k+

A/N: I'M BACK! And in view of sab ss2 I thought "what better way to start of than by continuing this beautiful fic?" so here I am.

I'm a tad bit rusty, so please sympathize. But here y'all go.

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Chapter 4:

A week.

You’d spent a week getting better, gambling, teasing Jesper and hanging out with the crows.

But most of all, you’d spent a week avoiding Kaz.

Although at this point you couldn’t tell if you were avoiding him or if he was avoiding you. But, it seemed like a mix of the two.

You watched as he made his way down the stairs, your eyes temporarily diverting from the drink in front of you. Jesper cleared his throat next to you, earning a jab in his side from Wylan. “What?! It’s like a full blown romance novel!” Your head spun around, wide eyes landing on your friend. “Cut that out will you? He could hear you!” you whispered. “Well he already knows. ‘Till the tide goes sti-” you clapped your hand over his mouth, sending him a warning look.

Yes.

You’d told him. He’d found it rather amusing. However he didn't seem to understand the fact that it had to remain a secret. You pulled away, still watching him carefully as he held up his hands. “Sorry,” he muttered.

You turned back around to face Kaz, the familiar hollow feeling settling in your chest. He was talking to Inej now, the girl’s body language, a hand on her knives, worrying you.

“Something’s wrong,” you say, watching Kaz’s expression harden even from this distance.

And then his eyes are on yours.

Piercing. Hard. And yet again, unreadable.

His head tilted to the left slightly, the age old gesture causing you to spring to your feet. You pull at Jesper’s hand dragging him along, ignoring his protests about a drink going to waste.

It was weird. No matter how long you’d spent apart, the signal never changed. Your understanding of each other was still rather perfect. You followed Kaz and Inej up the stairs, the other crows following behind.

You couldn’t imagine what it was. What made Kaz call you up here along with the others? If he had to contact you all, why tell you directly? Why hadn’t he told anyone else?

Maybe. Just maybe…you were regaining his trust.

You all piled into his office, Inej sending a worried look your way.

Maybe not.

“Inej picked up on intel. Pekka Rollins is working with the stadwatch and Grisha now.” Kaz said, placing his hands on his desk and leaning over it.

“Why would he do that?” Jesper asked from next to you.

“Because then he hits two birds with one stone.”

What did he mean?

“I don’t get it,” Wylan responded, “ am I the only one that doesn’t get it?”

“No. I’m confused as well,” Nina added.

“He’s heard we’re harboring a Grisha that’s supposed to reward him with nearly 3 million kruge. And with the stadwatch’s help. He’ll take us down too.”

“3 million?” Jesper gawked.

Kaz wasn’t only keeping you away from Pekka. He was protecting you from the Grisha as well.

But he chose to not hand you over? Even if that meant losing 3 million kruge? And Pekka coming after him again?

“I’m sorry, Let me get this straight,” Inej started, “ You’re protecting her,” she said pointing to you, “even with a bounty of 3 million kruge over her head?”

You cowered away. 3 million could help them. Set them straight. Kaz didn’t even know the full story of what had happened to you. According to what he knew, you lived a luxurious life at the Little Palace. So why not get rid of you?

But what Kaz did next sent shivers down your spine.

“And what if I am Inej?” he asked, his tone menacing low.

The 7 of you stood there awkwardly, as you tried to stop your mind from racing.

What was Kaz thinking?

You felt an arm around your shoulders, and you did your best to stay still and not flinch at the sudden contact.

“Even if you’d decided to trade her off. I wouldn’t let you,” Jesper remarked, squeezing your shoulder lightly. He shrugged, “She’s the only fun one around here.”

You smiled at Jesper, catching the others nod from the corner of your eye.

“I don’t mean that you’re not fun to be around,” Inej smiled slightly. She turned to Kaz, “I just don’t understand him sometimes.”

Kaz’s eyes were on yours. His face was blank. His eyes, however, were swarming with all sorts of emotion. He seemed angry, confused, a little relieved and …jealous?

“If you understood him there’d be no point in his existence,” Nina chimed in.

His eyes landed on Nina, sending a glare her way, “I wanted to tell you all to be alert. Nina, see what you can find out from the stadwatch, and Inej, stick to the shadows.”

Both girls gave him quick nods, before leaving. “The rest of you, do your best to act normal,” he said, sorting through stuff on his desk.

“That’s our cue,” Jesper said, using his arm around you to guide you out, your head swarming with the information that had been laid out.

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That night as you made your way to Kaz’s room, you had to remind yourself that there was no other logical explanation.

It had to be done.

Just as you were about to knock on the door, Kaz’s voice sounded from the room, “Come in.”

You closed the door behind you, walking in hesitantly, unsure of how you were going to tell him, and how he would take it.

But you didn’t have to.

“I won’t let you do it,” he said.

He was sitting on a chair, only one lantern illuminating the room, as shadows danced around.

You thought it depicted your heart quite well.

The light was in front of you. Disheveled hair, tired features, and an outstretched leg.

And the shadows were everything that had ever gone wrong in your life.

How much longer ‘till the light decided he was done glowing for you?

“Let me do what?” you asked, voice trembling slightly. You knew what he meant. But you couldn’t believe that he said it.

“I won’t let you turn yourself in.”

There it was.

“It’s 3 million kruge Kaz. That could get you all settled for life.”

“So what?” he asked, leaning forward. He was scarily calm, his face illuminated ever so slightly.

“So what?! So I’m saying that I should go. That I need to go. That it would keep Pekka off of you for a little while longer. Tha-”

“They’re all happy with you here.”

“Kaz-”

“They’ve warmed up to you quite fast. I’m not going to take that away from them.”

You shook your head. “3 million kruge is a lot. Imagine the wonders it would do for all of you.”

“And what about the wonders you do by being here?”

You froze.

“Nina finally has someone that gets her humor. Wylan sees you as an older sister. Jesper thinks of you as a platonic soulmate. You’re the only one Matthias doesn’t want to be all over and can tolerate. And Inej-”

“Doesn’t like me” you cut him off.

He tilted his head to the side. “You’re wrong. Yet again. She admires you.”

You shook your head. “She doesn’t trust me. She admires the fact that you haven’t kicked me out yet, there’s a difference.”

Kaz just watched you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Which I’m curious to know as well. 3 million kruge. PR, the stadwatch and grisha off of your back. What am I still doing here?” you ask, the words finally falling out of your mouth.

Kaz stilled. He looked away from you for a moment, before standing up and walking over to you.

You weren’t short, but Kaz had quite a few inches on you, and as he stood in front of you, eyes boring into yours, you felt your stomach do multiple flips.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered.

Your heart raced. “Why?” you asked, your eyes searching his.

He closed his eyes, and you felt his gloved hand over yours. Not holding your hand, not moving, just there. Your breath hitched, as his eyes opened again.

“Because, you said,” he paused, swallowing thickly as he visibly struggled to keep his eyes on yours, “you said - ‘till the tide goes still,” he looked away, unable to maintain eye contact any longer. Your eyes widened in shock. You didn’t think he’d remember.

“Yes. I did. Why are you bringing that up now?” you whispered.

He looked at you again, his eyes fierce. “You didn’t hear me say it back that night.”

You couldn’t think. It seemed as though, just for a moment, the light in the room was a little brighter. Just for a moment. Because, he couldn’t have meant in the way you had. Could he?

But before you could ask, the door swung open. You spun around as Kaz stepped away from you, both in shock.

A confused, and worried looking Jesper stood in the doorway.

“I’m sorry for ruining,” he waved his arms around, “whatever this was. But, I can’t find Wylan.”

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queenofspades6 · 1 year

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Not an investment - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary: You try to forget Kaz with a man from the Crow Club. Kaz isn’t pleased at all. He finds a way to get rid of the guy, but you caught him. Kaz finally touches you for the first time.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Jealous Kaz.

A/N: I first wrote a draft of this when the first season of Shadow & Bone launched, i finally finished it, and wanted to share! I am so obsessed with Kaz! I might meet Freddy Carter on May, can’t wait but I am so scared at the same time!

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You and the Crows had just accomplished another successful mission, earning each of you considerable money. The Crows had decided to throw a party to celebrate. Even Kaz had agreed to come. When Jesper asked him to join them, Kaz nodded, and Jesper cheered loudly, earning Kaz a grin.

Kaz Brekker had spent the last hour sitting with his arm on the bar, sipping a drink, and keeping an eye on the improvised dance floor. When the party began, Nina was already dancing, earning curious glances from both women and men. Jesper joined her after getting a few drinks. He tried to convince Inej to go dancing with him and Nina.

”You don’t want to go with them?“ You asked Inej, frowning.

”I do, but don’t tell them. Let them try to convince me.”

You nodded and asked the bartender for a strong drink. ”Make it two,” Inej said.

You watched her before glancing at the bartender.

”Tough night?” Inej asked.

You nodded again.

Inej didn’t bother to pry much; she knew each of you had your past. She knew how it felt to live with it, to live with the memories still there, haunting at night and even during the day... She knew better than to ask you about it.

The bartender arrived with both of your drinks. You thanked him and looked at Kaz, who was sitting at the other end of the bar, staring at people dancing and drinking in the Crow Club.

A man approached you. You didn’t see him coming; you were too caught up in stealing glances at Dirtyhands. The man took the seat next to you, and with a charming smile, he said:

“I didn’t take the infamous Ghost of Ketterdam for a drinker.”

You turned toward him, with a serious and almost warning look.

After all, you were the Ghost. If someone had a job to do, you were here. Looking for someone who disappeared? Easy. Stealing? As if you were a beginner. Taking revenge? Already done. Killing? Done. The Ghost was a shadow in Ketterdam. The kind of story that makes kids stay up all night. Rumors were you had no law, no faith and no humanity left. Oh, how wrong were they. If only they knew...

“What if I am?” You replied to the man.

”Even better.”

You grinned at him and decided to play the game.

“What about I offer you a drink?” He questioned, glancing at your body.

“I already have one, but go on.”

The man asked for another round of drinks, and the bartender complied.

”I didn’t think the Ghost was a beautiful woman like you.” He started, his eyes looking at his next prey.

Before, you would have punched that man hard in the face, but tonight, you didn’t care. You just wanted to have fun, and maybe it could involve him.

“Oh yeah? “

”Yes. Do you know how much people would pay to have you in their bed?”

You laughed and crossed eyes with Kaz. He was staring at you curiously. You thought it was a coincidence, but Kaz had been watching the whole time.

“I know.”

”Quite modest, I see.”

“I can be and do many things, you know?” You flirted, your head already spinning.

A little flirt was harmless, right? It wasn’t like it would change something. You stole another glance at Kaz, still sipping his drink in deadly silence. You knew there had always been something unspoken between the two of you, which you both probably wanted, but that was just impossible. Something that couldn’t be. So why not have fun with this silly man, you thought?

”I can only imagine.“ The man replied, his right hand stroking yours on the counter and his other hand on your knee.

”Let’s dance first.“

The man took your hand and complied, bringing you to the dance floor. The man danced with you, sometimes brushing your body. You didn’t care. Alcohol gave you confidence and relief. You danced closer to the man. And even closer. You both moved simultaneously, feeling the loud music and the alcohol in your veins. You could already feel the man’s arousal. But you didn’t care. You were trying to forget. Forget him and his stupid blue eyes. His silly cane. His silly waistcoats. Him. You just wanted to forget.

What you didn’t know was that Kaz Brekker couldn’t look away. His eyes were glued to your form and this man. This Dreg. Oh, Kaz hated the man at this moment. His hand tightened around his cane.

The man touched you even more intimately, placing his hand on your thigh. Kaz was watching it all; his hand clenched in a fist. He couldn’t bear it anymore. He knew you had a few drinks and hated the idea of the man taking advantage of you. Or worse... Maybe you let him...

Dirtyhands whispered something to the bartender, and then a servant rushed anxiously towards you.

The servant asked for ‘Jake’ something and then told him that someone was waiting outside for him.

He nodded.

“Sweetheart, I need to take care of something, and then I am coming back for you. We’ll finish what we started.”He said, a smirk forming on his lips.

You consented, not understanding what was happening.

The man walked toward the backdoor leading to the streets. You took a deep breath and went back towards your seat. You finished your drink quickly and began to think.

‘What was I doing? Seriously? This man? I am the Ghost, for Saint’s sake, I deserve better.’

Feeling shameful, you wanted some fresh air to think clearly. Or maybe you just needed to flee. You rushed toward the door of the Crow Club and opened it.

There was ‘Jake’, his face bloody and bruised, held by the arms of two men taller than him.

What was going on?

That’s when you saw Kaz punching Jake in the face. The man spit blood, and Dirtyhands held his head in his gloved hand.

”If you dare touch her again, you are dead.”

Kaz was going to hit Jake with his cane, but your screaming interrupted him.

”What’s going on?“

Kaz nodded, and his men let Jake go. He didn’t think twice. Without looking at you once, the man flew in as he had arrived.

The men stared at Dirtyhands, waiting for his approval to leave. Kaz gestured, and they left.

”What’s going on? I won’t ask it again.“

“This stupid... man touched you.” He declared calmly, removing the blood from his sleeve.

”Yes, and?”

“He didn’t ask.”

”Because I let him. Do you genuinely think he would have touched me if I hadn’t allowed it? You know what I do and who I am.” You murmured.

Kaz’s blue eyes were avoiding your gaze, looking at the street and holding tightly onto his cane. He frowned.

”Why?“He questioned.

“Why? You dare ask why? You know damn well, Brekker.“

”Enlighten me with what I am supposed to know ‘damn well’.

He clenched his teeth, and you approached him dangerously. You plunged your eyes into his, almost begging him not to let you speak.

”I needed a distraction.”

“A distraction?” He questioned, wonder in his eyes.

“But we succeeded in the mission. We won thousands of kruge, Y/N.”

”I know.”

”Is it not enough for you? What do you need more? What do you need more than what thousands of Kruge can offer you?”

You repressed your tears. You were the Ghost after all, you couldn’t cry even if you wanted to.

“Thousands of Kruge can’t buy me you.” You whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“Me?”

“Your name is Kaz Brekker, no? Or should I say Dirtyhands?“

A small smile escaped his lips, quickly replaced by sadness. He was staring at his gloved hands. What was he supposed to do? Tell you he felt the same, and offer you what exactly? He couldn’t even touch you.

“I was trying to forget you with this man, to forget the times you looked at me like I was an investment, when I came back from a mission hurt badly and you just said ‘good job’.

“What do I have that you might want?” He asked, his voice almost trembling.

Memories of Jordie flooded his mind. The times when they were happy, or at least tried to because they were together.

You didn’t reply, just watched him, the man you love.

“I can’t offer you anything, Y/N.” Kaz declared, approaching you with the most sincere look you’ve ever seen him with.

”I can’t offer you a crown, a throne, or even a palace. I can’t provide you the most precious jewels in the world. I can’t make you my queen, Y/N.”

”How romantic.” You finally spoke, crossing your arms.

”At least I have the decency not to lie to you.” He replied.

”I think I would have preferred you to lie.” You declared, trying to repress your tears again.

”What did you want me to say? That I would make you a Queen even though we live in Ketterdam, and would cover you with the most expensive jewels when we loot every day to survive? You would have wanted me to tell you that I cannot live without you, although touching you is unbearable to me? You would have liked me to tell you that I love you, right Y/N?

Eyes misted with tears, Y/N dared to meet his gaze. When Kaz saw that Y/N’s eyes were shining, he realized the magnitude of his words. He had always thought that by being cruel, he could push people away, keep them away, to avoid doing harm and, above all, be hurt. Things had gone wrong the last time he had loved someone, so how could he really trust his heart anymore?

Jordie.

His name echoed in his head when he looked at Y/N. He wanted to apologize, hug her, and kiss her lips, but he couldn’t.

He tried to take a step towards her to try to comfort her, but when his hand approached her bare arm, he resigned himself to it. He was shaking. Touching someone seemed impossible so how could he ask Y/N to stay? What could he offer her? A life of hidden gazes, impossible caresses, abstinence... Y/N deserved better. She could have had better. Nikolai Lantsov had always wanted her. All she had to do was say yes, and she would become the first Grisha Queen. Kaz had to admit Y/N would make an exquisite Queen. She was fair, and she only hurt when necessary. Y/N deserved a better life than a life in danger in Ketterdam. And if Pekka Rollins learned that Dirtyhands cared about her, he would seek to get rid of her by any means possible.

Y/N gazed at Kaz one last time before turning to the door. She was about to grab the handle when she felt pressure on her arm. Kaz was touching her.

“Don’t leave, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes.

“Is it a command, Boss? You asked, annoyed.

“It’s not.”

You observed Kaz’s face. For someone who didn’t know him, Kaz was emotionless. But at that moment, you knew he was vulnerable. His features were different. He seemed fragile. The bastard of the barrel seemed weak! You laughed in your head.

“Stay, please.” He begged you, the silence in his head unbearable.

You made a small move to get out of his grip. His hand fell against his body. And suddenly, he grabbed your hand. You stared at your hand in his gloved ones. Seeing your reluctance, he pulled his hand away and took off his gloves. Trying to calm his trembling, he reached for your delicate hand. His fingers brushed your skin, knuckles, and wrist, sending shivers down your whole body. Kaz was trying to memorize your hand, the veins in your wrists, your knuckles, to make it familiar, so that he wouldn’t be scared anymore.

“Can I?” He asked you.

You nodded, astonished to see Kaz Brekker asking for permission. He wasn’t one to ask. He always took and took. Never saying please. Never asking for permission. And here he was. All vulnerable in front of you.

He took your hand in his with hesitation and still trembling. Dirtyhands was trying his best to hide his fear in front of you. He was the bastard of the barrel. Everybody feared him, and yet he could not take your bare hand in his. He felt pathetic. He stared at your intertwined fingers for some time.

“What more can I offer you than what you already have?”

Your attention, your time, your love, your skin (maybe not), everything, you wanted to scream but you couldn’t. He was Kaz Krekker after all.

“I can’t make you happy, Y/N. You should go with Nikolai, he’ll know what to do. I can’t even kiss you, Y/N. I can’t, it’s pure torture. I can’t.”

One tear was slowly running across your cheek.

“I don’t want wealth or power. I don’t care about Saints.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Your love.“ You spitted.

Your hands were still intertwined, and that’s when Kaz noticed that while you were talking, he forgot about your hand in his, and for once, it had not disturbed him. It was brief, but he had felt your skin against his, the feeling of coldness and an almost delicate hand. He was staring at your hands with intensity, not knowing where his began and yours finished. The contact with your skin burned him, it was like caressing fire, feeling the unbearable heat against his fingers, against his palm, and yet he didn’t want to remove his hand from your painful skin.

“Kaz, look at me.”

You knew he was fighting his own demons, and it was not easy to hold your hand, and much less for a few minutes.

“Focus on my voice.”

He complied, and you dared take his hand and bring it to your face.

“I am here for you. Since the beginning, I have been here. Since the first day we looked at each other in this street, I knew everything would be different.”

While talking, you held his index finger in your tiny fingers compared to his. It was reaching dangerously for your cheek.

“Do you remember, Brekker, the first day we met?”

Kaz was trying his best to focus on your eyes, lips, on everything other than his fear to feel. It was finally this fear of hurting that made every touch burn. And you knew, you understood.

“I was pulling a dagger from my bleeding shoulder, sitting alone on the street, when you came. And do you remember what you said to me?”

You finally put his index finger delicately on your cheek. Step by step. You knew it would take time. Months and years, probably. But you were never a quitter after all.

Kaz chuckled, remembering this particular day when he thought that the Ghost everybody was scared of was just a little girl. Today, he knew he was wrong.

“You first said to me “Work for me, Ghost, and you’ll never have to pull out any dagger of your shoulders.”

Dirtyhands grinned, and with his index finger on your cheek, he explored your skin, still burning him. You removed your hand and laughed.

“You know, the day I met you, I knew you wanted me to work for you because I was taking all your contracts.”

He laughed again, and a second finger was caressing your cheek.

“I couldn’t let you take all the money.” Kaz replied, with this smirk you loved.”And you said ‘yes’ if I recall.”

“That I did. Though I did pull out many other daggers from my shoulder.” You spoke softly.

Another laugh, and he put a third finger on your face, stroking and trying to control his trembling. Still, he never dared remove his gaze from you.

“I know. I was planning a meeting with you for weeks, trying to find something to make you work for me. But you had no weakness, no secret that I knew of. I didn’t know what you were looking for.”

The tips of his three fingers were still on your skin, learning every wrinkle you would have, every scar, everything, even if it burned.

“That’s what made me so good, back then I had nothing to look for and nothing to lose.”

“And now?”

“Now, I have a goal, something to fight for, that’s what makes me fearsome.” You muttered and smiled at your words because you meant them.

Kaz smirked. He knew there were two kinds of people to fear: those who had nothing left to lose, and the ones who had everything to lose.

With sudden confidence, Kaz reached with one finger for your lips, trying to touch, and caress them. His trembling finger found your lip, he felt it, his deep blue eyes on yours. You were watching him with pride.

Maybe too greedy, Kaz wanted to feel your face with his hand, he tried to place all his fingers against your skin, but the burning was too powerful. Suddenly, he removed his hand, shivering.

“I-I am sorry.”He said, his armor falling back in place.

He saw Jordie’s face again. And he felt the skin of other corpses on his. It was warm. Too warm. It was burning him up. He was screaming, and nobody came.

“Kaz. Kaz! Look at me.”

He heard your voice calling in this ocean of corpses.

You didn’t touch him, but called his name.

“Kaz. You are with me. You are not there. Not anymore. Breathe. You are safe.”

He finally saw your eyes and where he was. In the middle of the street with you. He got up, dusted off his coat, and stared at you.

“Sorry, Y/N.”

He put back on his gloves and resumed leaning on his cane.

He was not only Kaz Brekker at this moment, but also Dirtyhands, and the bastard of the barrel. You smiled and glanced at his form as it left the room.

“The answer is this.”

The Bastard of the barrel turned to you and looked at your face, eyes full of silent interrogation.

“This is what I want, Kaz Brekker, and this is what you can offer me.”

You swore you could see a smirk escaping his lips. And this was the moment you knew you were not just an investment for Kaz Brekker.

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If you loved this story, don’t forget to like, reblog and comment! I’d love to write more Kaz x reader with the OC “The Ghost” if there is enough interest, I’ll write more for Kaz!

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marvellousimagines · 2 years

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Fandoms and Masterlist

HERE is a masterlist with links to all of the imagines on the blog.

The current list of fandoms I can write for: (updated Oct 18, 2023 - added a video game.)

Marvel:

MCU films/Disney+ shows

Agents of SHIELD

Agent Carter

Netflix's Defenders series

The Runaways

Amazing Spider-Man (must specify Andrew Garfield's Peter, otherwise I'll default to Tom Holland)

X-Men/Deadpool films

2005's Fantastic Four

The Gifted

I am also a fan of the comics themselves, so feel free to ask about others, even if they aren’t in the movies or shows~

Some of the comics characters/teams I am familiar with: Young Avengers, Avengers Academy, White Tiger, New Mutants

Shows:

Avatar the Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Castle

Doctor Who (Doctors 9 and 10 and their companions, can wing 11)

Firefly (rusty on this one, but I should be able to get back into the swing of it by watching some clips)

Gargoyles

Grimm

Huntik: Secrets and Seekers

Once Upon a Time (only main series - I stopped watching around the Frozen arc, but I'm still a sucker for Captain Hook and the Mad Hatter especially.)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Netflix)

Stitchers

White Collar

The Witcher (Netflix show only)

Movies:

Birds of Prey/Harley Quinn

Disney (Various - ask)

Into the Woods

Pirates of the Caribbean

Hunger Games

Night at the Museum

Rise of the Guardians

Video Games:

Baldur’s Gate 3

Detroit: Become Human

Pokemon (games especially - Legends: Arceus has some PRETTY characters. I’ve played at least one game for each gen in the main series, as well as both Orre region games and several other spin-offs. For anime, I’m most familiar with the original Kanto arcs and Ruby/Sapphire)

Shapeshifting Detective

Telltale's The Walking Dead (No other TWD media)

Until Dawn

Anime/Manga:

Fruits Basket

Hana-Kimi

Inuyasha

Land of the Lustrous (anime only)

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Spy x Family

Other:

Oxventure (Web show)

Oxventure Blades in the Dark

Tamora Pierce's books

Things I can write for but have extra restrictions:

Shugo Chara - Due to the age of most of the cast, Ikuto is the only character I’ll write as romantic with the reader, otherwise I’ll only take platonic/family member requests.

Undertale/Deltarune - Sorry, no ‘boning’ the Skele-bros. I won’t write any Undertale/Deltarune smut, the most I’m comfortable with (for various reasons) is flirting and fluff.

Actors/Youtubers - My opinions regarding imagines about real people can be found here

Actors from the works in this list

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye

TheRunawayGuys and friends (only platonic/meeting them imagines)

Outside X-Box/Outside Xtra (Very iffy on anything more than platonic, though I’m totally fine with writing relationship stuff with their characters from Oxventure or Blades)

Things I can technically write but have particularly problematic creators so I’m hesitant to still include:

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Harry Potter

Even though Joss Whedon and David Cage are similarly problematic, I’ve not moved their works to this category because I personally feel that they’re far enough removed from their respective works that I’m still comfortable playing with their worlds and characters.

Particularly obscure stuff I can write that I don’t expect anyone to know, let alone request, but please do if you do know them. Or just talk to me/ask me about them if you’re a fan or curious about them.

+Anima (manga series)

Forever (crime drama show that only got one season)

Heaven’s Vault (video game)

Millennium Snow (manga series)

My Time at Portia (video game)

Secret of the Tally (book series)

Sentinels of the Multiverse (tabletop card game/video game with additional lore explained in podcast)

Three Delivery (animated show that aired on Nicktoons Network)

The Troop (obscure Nickelodeon show I got super into)

#Marvel #marvel imagine #avatar the last airbender #the legend of korra #detroit become human #ouran #mcu #white collar #until dawn #the witcher #she ra #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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rues-daya · 2 years

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could you do a freddy carter fake instagram where he and y/n are engaged?? i don't have a preferred face claim :)

ofc!!! hope you enjoy <333

yourinstagram

liked by freddycarter1 , jessie_mei_li and 1,890,987 others

yourinstagram: surrounded by so many sunflowers 🌻

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jessie_mei_li the view is beautiful and no I don’t mean the sunflowers ☺️

yourinstagram oh stop it you ;)

y/nfan09 not me being early to a post after stalking your whole account 👀

benbarnes 🌻🌻🌻

freddyfan08 Freddy can I have your fiancée ??

y/nfan87 HOLD UP FIANCÉE ?

freddyfan08 it hasn’t been confirmed but rumors are swirling like crazy that these two just got engaged

y/nfan87 don’t play with my heart like that lmao

madelame obsessed with you ♥️

y/nfan76 that’s my wife

freddycarter1 🌻❤️

freddyplusy/n

liked by y/nfan76 and 19,432 others

freddyplusy/n: rumors are speculating that are favorite couple is officially engaged 💍

tagged: freddycarter1 , yourinstagram

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y/nfan73 I need a confirmation on this before getting my hopes up 😭😭

freddyfan00 someone tag me when they confirm it pls :)

y/nfan621 you got it ;)

y/nfan87 he makes her happy so I approve even though it’s not me she’s marrying

shadowandbonefan hope this is true

freddyfan33 idk if I want be him or be her or better yet be with him or be with her

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: he asked and I said yes a thousand times! can’t believe I found my forever in you 💍 🤍

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y/nfan56 SHES GETTING MARRIED

freddyfan66 that ring 😍

jessie_mei_li so so happy 🥺

zendaya congratulations beautiful 🥺💍

y/nfan65 that was suppose to be me proposing not Freddy 😭😭😭

freddyfan90 so happy for them! like wow, they found forever in each other

benbarnes congrats you two ♥️

y/nfan86 grew up watching her so seeing her get engaged makes me emotional 🥺

freddycarter1 my forever soulmate 💍😍♥️

yourinstagram love u so much that it’s hard to put into words 🥺🤍

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Desire — Kaz Brekker

(Photo not mine)

Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

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Ketterdam

kaz x reader where y/n is not part of the crows / doesn’t fight. warning: slight mention of blood requested by: @ilovemarvelanne1

- You knew he was a criminal (*plays criminal by britney spears*) but he was also just a human. He didn't kill without reason - in fact, compared to the other traders in Ketterdam, Kaz was fair and he treated his employees with respect. (*cuts to the scene where he doesn't listen to any of them*)

- When you and he started dating, all he had was one condition - never enter the Crow Club, and for love of all the Saints don't tell anyone about their relationship. - He'd be discreet about his visits but Inej, Jesper and Wylan knew who you were.

- When the chaos in the Crow Club gets too much for them, all of them would visit you. You were like a break from the grim reality they lived in.

- Soon, your walls were covered with pictures drawn by Wylan and you had one of Inej's knives under your bed. You didn't fight but Inej insisted you take it for protection.

"I don't know how to stab!" She'd roll her eyes and reply, "Just think it's one of your cakes and instead of slicing it, you're poking it. With force. And red icing comes flying out."

- Kaz gets a bit jealous of how well you get along with others, but he's also happy. Who are we kidding, he's the happiest he's ever been.

- He comes by every night and you talk a lot before falling asleep beside each other. Once or twice, he'll hold your hands and you'll smile, knowing it was another small milestone.

- He protects you with his life and whenever he says something really Kaz-zy like — "The night takes what she can. Do not walk without a weapon, love." — you'll throw a cookie at him to make him shut up. He'd munch on it with a lovable frown.

- Even though you were so different from him, even though you looked so out of the picture in Ketterdam, these people became your unofficial family and you couldn't have asked for more. ----- thanks for reading <3

#kaz x reader #kaz brekker #inej #jesper #wylan #soc #imagines #fluff #headcanons #kaz brekker fluff #grishaverse #freddy carter #x y/n #x you #astoria writes

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aniquasmasterlists · 3 years

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|the image above is for my masterlist, do not repost|

DISCLAIMER: No one has any permission to reproduce my work on other websites in any form or fashion. My work can not be published, reposted, or translated even if credit is given. Failure to comply with this will result in intervention.

ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA

Golden Cages

summary: You have lived isolated from the outside world in a forest for a large portion of your life. One day, a mistake you made causes you to end up with the Darkling wounded in your cottage. Time passes as you both become closer while you nurse him back to health. When it is time for him to return to the Little Palace, you go with him, which puts you on the track of a new part of your life.

Read to Me in the Morning

summary: A rare morning arises where you have the general all to yourself with the chance to remain hidden in between the sheets until the sun set again.

A Secret Garden miniseries

summary: You were forced to stay in the garden that your mother, Demeter, made for you. A mysterious god soon enters without her knowledge and the secret love that you both share becomes something that you no longer want to hide.

A Heart Covered in Thrones

summary: Aleksander went by many names once he created the Fold with his magic and Maleficent was one of them. He cast a spell on your future that he would come to regret when you try to rid the world of the Unsea with your light.

To Be Pretty, Powerful, and Important

summary: All you have ever wanted was to matter. In secret, the general made you feel like it, but it was never genuine. You watched from a distance as Alina Starkov got everything you had ever wanted.

Pencil Case

summary: You and Aleksander are unaware that your pining is mutual, that leaves an opportunity for a lot of situations to transpire in Os Alta’s best postsecondary educational institution”

Care

summary: You’re locked in your room when you refuse to participate in the Darkling’s plans to “change the world.

KAZ BREKKER

Two Faced

summary: The life you led seemed to be what was keeping you from Kaz but he is not sure if it is intentional and by your own malicious doing.

Hover

summary: After being in a relationship with Kaz for a long period of time, he decided to do something he had been anticipating trying for weeks.

If This Was a Movie...

summary: Kaz’s actions sometimes have you feeling like you were the last name on his list, but he is the kind to not even notice sometimes.

MALYEN ORETSEV

The Habit of Forgetting

summary: You struggle to believe that someone like Mal could love you so you make an effort to not get your expectations high.

Golden Cages series

Care

summary: You’re locked in your room when you refuse to participate in the Darkling’s plans to “change the world.”

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Healing Hands

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary: Despite being mad, Kaz helps you with some patching up after a fight.

A/N: I relented and wrote something for him. But, it's my first time writing him and I haven't read the books yet so please don't judge me too harshly if this isn't great or if Kaz is maybe out of character.

Masterlist

"What were you thinking?"

Kaz's voice echoed inside the moving coach, the only other sounds besides his unsteady breathing were the hooves of the horses and the wheels rolling over the dirt path.

It was late at night and Kaz, you, and Jesper were coming back from a simple job. At least it was supposed to be simple, that's why only the three of you went, but things hardly went as planned.

"I was thinking that the guy was holding a knife to your throat... ungrateful bastard," you scoffed back between her deep breaths, trying to focus on anything else but the pain on your back. Your last two words were nothing but a quiet whisper, but Kaz had good ears. They made him tenser, if that was even possible.

Jesper, who was sitting beside you and carefully holding a piece of cloth on your wound to keep your blood where it was supposed to be, was looking back and forth between his two friends. He considered saying something, but he knew better.

After a few seconds of silence, Kaz huffed and turned to look out the window. His hands were tightly gripping his cane, a faulty attempt to keep them quiet. You shouldn't be in danger because of him, and yet you had been.

Later than any of you would have liked, you finally arrived at the Crow Club. Jesper got down from the carriage first and extended his arms to help you. It felt like your whole body was protesting against your movements, but given the hits you took, it wasn't a surprise.

As you two walked inside, Kaz got out, thanked the driver, and went inside as well. The Club was as busy as ever and your beaten-up state was already starting to catch some eyes.

"Too much attention," Kaz looked around with pursed lips. "Jesper, stash away the blueprints," he handed away the papers in his hand.

With a deep breath, Kaz risked a glance at the girl beside him. "Y/N, come with me, there are supplies in my room you can use".

You only answered with a short nod. Kaz broke away from your gaze and made his way to his room.

Jesper's hand lingered on your arm, a questioning look in his eyes. "It's alright," you reassured him with a smile, and turned around to follow Kaz.

Despite your state, you skillfully made your way around the busy Club and reached your destiny. Taking a brief moment to close your eyes and take a breath, you opened the door.

Kaz was inside, just taking off his heavy coat. His eyes roamed up and down your body, they were clouded, seemingly worried. He cleared his throat and steadied his voice as best he could. "Supplies are on the nightstand, you can use the mirror". That was all he said before he averted his eyes again.

"Sure." You had been in his room before, but today there was tension in the air. You prompted your feet to move across the room, reaching the nightstand and taking some antiseptics, gauze, a needle, and some line.

With slow movements, you took off your coat as well. Moving your shoulders hurt like hell but if you were to take care of your wounds, your clothes needed to be out of the way. So with much effort, you were finally only in your bra.

Your breathing was far from even, part of it because of the pain, part of it because you could feel his eyes on you.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, a couple of bruises were forming, you had some scrapes on your face but nothing major. The thing that hurt the most was the deep cut right on your shoulder blade. But you saw it as a win, still. A couple of inches deeper or higher, and you probably wouldn't be standing here.

You started your work by cleaning up the dried blood on the places you could reach; and Kaz didn't want to pry, really he didn't, but his feet stopped moving once he saw your bare back in the dim orange light. His hands fidgeted and his throat suddenly felt dry.

He knew you were beautiful, but you looked like you were glowing, bruises and all.

Kaz blinked and returned to reality, you were hurt. He could already feel his stomach twisting at the sight. The feeling of his heart beating faster than ever before; the sight of the man's knife slicing through your skin was still vivid in his memory. The fear he felt at the thought of that being fatal.

"You'll need stitches," he turned his body fully towards you and it was one of the few times that he sounded genuinely timid. Unsure.

"Yeah..." You breathed out, raising your eyes to look at him through the mirror. "I know," your hands found the needle and you pushed the line through it. "I'll just... ask Jesper to do it for me later".

Kaz chuckled and lightly shook his head, he took slow and tentative steps toward you. "He barely has the stomach to see a deep cut, never mind stitching one". Your eyes never left him. He gulped before his next quiet words left his mouth. "Let me".

Your lips parted and you were already shaking your head. "No, I can do it on my own".

"You won't reach it," Kaz stopped beside you and lifted his hand.

"I'll manage," you grumbled.

"You won't."

"Yeah, I will."

"Y/N..." He sighed and raised his eyebrows at you.

"I can do it, and it's not even that deep," you waved the needle around trying to prove a point you knew wasn't true.

Kaz shot you an annoyed gaze; "stop being so stubborn".

"No, I'll do it. You don't have to," you snapped back. You two were basically arguing now.

"I want to."

Kaz's little confession made you finally turn your eyes to him. You saw nothing but sincerity and care in his gaze.

With a flustered face and a fluttering heart, you finally gave in and handed him the needle.

Both of you were a little tense and holding your breaths until Kaz's gloved hand finally made contact with the skin of your back. Kaz was expecting to feel totally uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly like that. The uneasiness and dread that came with touch for him were a distant feeling in the back of his mind, the thing he felt the most was how warm you felt beneath the fabric of his gloves, beneath his fingertips. He was mostly focused on how close you were, how he could see your back moving up and down with uneven breaths, instead of the fact that he was touching someone.

But then again, this was you, Kaz decided he didn't hate the feeling of touching you.

Your body was tense, the fact of how exposed and bare you were to him right now finally sunk in. You were stealing some glances at Kaz from the mirror, the last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable, but his eyes were tender, just like his touch.

With mostly steady hands, Kaz held your skin in place to start patching you up. "Relax. Take slow breaths". He raised his eyes and met your own through the mirror, he took a deep and slow breath for you to copy.

You could feel the warmth of his breathing hitting your skin, so you copied him and braced yourself for some more pain.

Kaz worked on the stitches as gently as he could, muttering a 'sorry' here and there when you let out a gasp of pain. When he finished his work, he allowed his hand to linger just a second longer on the skin of your back, focusing on the fact that you were there and alive.

Kaz put down the needle while you carefully put on your shirt back. He looked down at the bloodied gauze on the table and clenched his jaw. "You shouldn't have done that".

Even if he wasn't looking at you right now, Kaz knew that you were rolling your eyes at him. "And what was I supposed to do?"

"Not risk your life like that for starters. He was much stronger than you, you could be dead." He turned towards you and took a step forward, raising his hand as if to touch your arm but stopping himself halfway.

"Well, I was quicker," You smirked.

Kaz's eyes held more emotion than you have ever seen him show before, "Thought I was gonna lose you today". And so did his voice. His words were quiet like he was still afraid to admit it to himself.

You gave him a sad smile and imitated his motion from before, reaching your hand towards him but stopping just before your bodies met. "And I couldn't risk losing you."

The truth of your words sent a shiver down Kaz's back. It scared him, but he needed you to feel just how much he cared about you. So he met your hand halfway, first with a feather-like touch down your forearm and then grasping your hand on his with a soft touch. Just lightly running his finger over your knuckles.

The action made you forget how to breathe for a second, your eyes became teary. You knew how big of a step this was for him. "You'll always have me, Kaz. But you're worth saving too."

Before Kaz ended up full-on sobbing in front of you, he cleared his throat and averted his gaze. With a light tug at your hand, he guided you out. "Come on, you should rest".

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x you #six of crows imagine #sab #kazbrekkeredit #shadowandboneedit #fanfic #imagine #freddy carter #freddy carter x reader #fluff #angst #my story

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shawty-writes-a-little · 3 years

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Note: it’s two am and I’ve school tomorrow and it’s my first one shot and I’m a shite writer AND yes that’s it I’m a shite writer bare with me :)

Summary: Cooking with Aleksander

Warnings: nothing just fluff

The evening was just setting in while you were just walking the corridors of the palace on your way back to your chambers after a long day at training. Aleksander’s footsteps followed you from when you walked through the chandelier room and before you could notice he gave a small tap on your shoulder almost jump-scaring you.

“Saints” you sighed in relief “you almost scared me!” you finished.

“My bad.” He said looking back at your with a huge grin on his face. Not a usual one. He looked really contented behind it.

“Someone’s in a good mood” you said raising your brows at him joyfully.

“Theres something I need to show you!” He said grabbing your wrist almost walking too fast for you to keep up. He sure was too excited about whatever he’d meaning to show you.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he just shot back a mischievous smile in reply.

He stopped by the kitchen doors taking the both of you in, there was no one there and he looked at you to see your reaction about it. You weren’t amused. He’d been giving small boyish grins the whole time for the kitchen?

“So?” He asked breaking the silence.

You were not sure what to be excited for “it—it’s the kitchen.”

“Yes!” He looked at you still just as excited though you were confused.

“And what about it—I’ve seen the place kitchen before” you said with an blank huff.

“There’s no one here.....”

You didn’t get what he was trying to imply though you mind went to one place “Aleksander! This is a kitchen—they make food here-the food we eat”

“W-what? Whatever do you mean?” He paused when he got what you thought he meant “wait no y/n—get your mind out of the gutter that’s now why I brought you here.”

“Then?”

“Well we have our own chambers for that if you don’t mi—”

“Aleksander!” You cut him off.

“Yeah i brought you here so we can spend the evening together cooking!”

“Cooking?”

“Yes off course! Remember when you were new here and you were asked about your hobbies and you said cooking.”

“Oh wow did I now?”

“Yeah I thought it’d be nice since we haven’t had a chance to spend some time together since the council meetings, that’s why I got the everyone to evacuate the kitchen so it’s just me and you”

You were really amazed by him even remembering something you’d told him long ago “Aleksander—that’s-really sweet.” You stepped closer giving him a soft peck and when you pulled away he pulled you back in kissing you more.

“Let’s start cooking then” he said waking towards the knives shelf and handed you one of it and à tomato. “You can start off by cutting them. Be careful don’t cut yourself though”

“Obviously not it’s me hoby remeber!” You made that joke to yourself since it’s not your hobby.

When you started cutting it the tomato kept going side to side like a game from the chopping board and you tried to make it still holding the knife like a pen. You tried to slice it forcefully and it just squished and flattened on the board. (The amount of times this has happened to me I swear—)

Aleksander looked at you playing tug of war with the tomato and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Everything alright there?”

“Y-yeah—i think maybe the grip of this knife is quite-blunt.”

He walked over to you to find you holding the knife as we you were to carve on the tomato. He let out a slight laugh and got behind you wrapping his arms around yours and changing your grip on the knife. He placed his fingers around yours holding the knife and made two cuts through the tomato “see that’s how it’s done” he said as his face was almost by your shoulders.

You pulled away trying to make it seem as if you did know that already. “Hah I did knew that-just a lack of practise you know?”

He Hummed in reply “Now you can go watch the soup I got this here.”

***

He walked over to you where you were almost done with the soup and raised his brows to try and ask to taste it. You took a spoon, close to your lips blowing on it a few times to make sure it wasn’t too hot and brought it close to his lips. He tasted it and frowned so hard trying to hold the soup in his mouth. Must’ve not tasted good then.

“What happened? I did just watch it!”

“It tastes—weird?”

“Wh-how? I even added sugar” you asked disappointed.

“You? You added sugar?”

You nodded defensively to show you did do good on your part.

“Y/n, dear—you don’t need to add sugar in a soup.”

“Huh? Ummm—you sure?”

“Y/n—yes obviously, maybe a hint for taste for much did you add?”

“Well—3 spoons?”

He sighed playfully smiling back at you and asked “do you really enjoy cooking?”

“Yes of course I do!”

“But you don’t know cooking?”

“That’s a different case” you said looking around the room.

He burst into laughter. Genuine laughter. Tonight it annoyed you that was laughing at your cooking skills. Laughing had always looked good on him.

“Alright fine! I don’t “know” cooking and I must’ve said it’s my hobby because nothing else didn’t come to my mind”

He finally relived audibly and brought you closer to his chest by your hands. “Ah my sweet sweet y/n if you didn’t exactly know how to cook guy could’ve just said that in the first place.”

“You were really happy about this I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Well you wouldn’t have-now how about you can watch me cook and we can both eat by the balcony in our chambers with a glass of wine hmm?”

“Are you sure you don’t need my help—”

He cut you off kissing you and said “No-no-I for one really don’t need your help-who knows we might end up cooking till dawn?”

You rolled your eyes as he chuckled slightly.

*NOT MY GIF*

#darkling x reader #the darkling #team darkling #darkling x you #darkling imagine #fluff #general kirigan #jesper fahey #mathias helvar #inej ghafa #nina zenik #six of crows #shadow and bone #fluff prompts #ben barnes #freddy carter

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jahayla-parker · 11 months

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I would really love a Freddy Carter drunk fluff fic where he gets super tipsy and finds his Gf, the reader and she helps him. I'd love if it could have lots of hiccups and drunken belches/burps???

Thanks love!!

Drunk In Love : Freddy Carter x Reader

Desc: 4.7k wc, y/n has to help take care of her boyfriend Freddy when he drinks too much. Fluff, Freddy being a simp for reader, comfort, ‘sick’ fic trope.

Warnings: a few swear words, drinking and talks of alcoholic beverages, mentions of hangovers and other side effects of drinking, very minor warnings tbh

“Wherrre issss y/n” Freddy frowned, his hand sliding down from his brother, Tom’s, shoulder as he returned to their table. He couldn’t figure out where his girlfriend, y/n, had went off to. Freddy and y/n had gone out tonight with their friends and his older brother. They’d been at this particular pub for what felt like an hour, but Freddy hadn’t seen y/n since they first got here.

Tom laughed loudly as he noticed his brother’s state. He shook his head slightly, “I don’t know mate, but you might want to take it easy on the drinks”. Tom wasn’t sure how many beverages his brother had so far, but it was clearly enough to make him tipsy.

Freddy furrowed his brows, “whhhaaat drinksss?” His eyes danced around the table, making note of everyone’s empty glasses. “They’re allll eeempty” Freddy argued.

Tom chuckled, “exactly”. When Freddy only appeared to become more confused, Tom rolled his eyes. “Let’s go find your girl, hmm?” He knew Freddy needed to start pacing his drinks but suspected y/n would be better at convincing him of that. Tom placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders as he tried to lead Freddy towards where they’d last seen his girlfriend.

Freddy pouted dramatically as he sloppily sat down at the bar, his brother holding him up with one hand. His eyes slowly dragged across the room in hopes of finding y/n. Freddy slouched against the bar in defeat upon not having found her during his brief search.

“I texted her Fred, she’s headed over” Tom chuckled, once again shaking his head at his brother’s drunken state.

Freddy perked up slightly only for him to burp loudly, having sucked in too much air. He slapped a hand over his mouth as Tom laughed even louder. “Wherrree issss-“ Freddy mumbled, dropping his hand.

“Give her a sec” Tom groaned, rolling his eyes as he sat down beside Freddy.

Freddy merely huffed dramatically before hiccuping. His chest shook as he tried to contain his hiccups. Once they resolved, Freddy resumed pouting as he played with the hem of his shirt.

Y/n suppressed her chuckle as she noticed Freddy’s slouched posture. Even from a slight distance, it was clear he was using the bar counter for support. She took a deep breath in preparation of whatever silly, over the top, theatrics her drunk boyfriend would throw her way tonight. Y/n approached from behind Freddy, placing a hand on his shoulder. She bashfully bit her lip as Freddy lazily threw his head backwards and grinned adorably up at her.

“Hey handsome, you doing okay?” Y/n asked, lifting his head back up before walking to his side. She smiled and nodded at Tom in appreciation for getting her. Had y/n known Freddy planned on drinking this much, she would’ve stayed by his side to keep an eye on him.

Freddy nodded his head, a tiny hiccup escaping his lips. His eyes widened in response before he pressed his lips into a fine line as he moved his gaze back to y/n.

“You're too adorable for your own good" Y/n laughed. She smirked at the pink flush on Freddy’s cheeks darkening at her comment. Y/n tilted her head slightly as she examined the rest of his appearance. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“I’m fiiinne” Freddy dragged out, trying to stand up. He wanted to move closer to y/n and figured he’d walk the few feet to her and then use the bar as support again. Only, Freddy didn’t make it much closer to y/n before he began to stumble.

Fortunately, Y/n was very attentive towards her tipsy boyfriend. She managed to catch Freddy by his arm before he fell. "You are anything but fine right now" y/n commented softly.

“No but youuureee fiine” Freddy smirked crookedly, his dizzy body being held up by y/n. He blinked slowly, his sloppy smirk still on his lips as he tried to wink at his girlfriend.

Tom groaned before erupting in laughter, “oh my”.

Y/n bit her lip and shook her head. “That was really cheesy” she pointed out with a grin.

“Cheeesse?“ Freddy questioned followed by a loud belch. Unfazed by his noisy burp, he glanced around in search of what y/n was talking about. Freddy’s eyes furrowed as he struggled to comprehend her response, not having found any cheese nearby.

Y/n hummed, a lighthearted smirk on her face. “How many drinks did you have?" she asked, sending Freddy a knowing look.

Freddy just stared back at y/n with a dorky smile, making Tom laugh.

“Freddy, babe, how many did you have?” Y/n asked again. When she still didn’t get a response, she glanced over at Tom. Y/n was hoping Freddy’s brother would have some estimate for her. Unfortunately, she was let down when Tom merely shrugged. Y/n turned back to face Freddy.

Freddy had already been watching y/n. So when she turned to him, he answered her earlier question. It had taken Freddy some time to figure out the answer, but now he had it. “Threes two,” he mumbled proudly.

“Three two?” Y/n repeated in confusion.

“I heard thirty two,” Tom commented, eyes wide as he stared at Freddy.

“Thirty two? Shit, I hope not,” Y/n laughed. She knew Tom had to be wrong. Y/n had no doubt Freddy was plastered. But she knew he would never have 32 drinks in one night.

“Nooo,” Freddy whined just before he hiccuped. He focused on y/n with an intense gaze as he repeated himself. “Three,” he hiccuped. Holding up two fingers, Freddy continued, “two”. His last word was followed by yet another hiccup.

Y/n shot a glance at Tom to see if he was having any luck understanding her drunken boyfriend’s gibberish. Upon not getting any suggestion from his brother, she gazed back at Freddy. Giving it her best shot, y/n took a guess at what he was trying to say. “Three OR two?” she clarified.

Freddy nodded his head excitedly. He giggled as he grinned widely at y/n. It was evident Freddy was pleased she had understood him.

“I think you may have lost count honey,” y/n commented softly. “When was the last time you drank water?” she asked, squeezing his hand.

“Doesn’t taste aaaaasssss goood,” Freddy pouted. His pout was broken as he let out a burp. Only for that burp to be accompanied by others.

Ignoring Freddy’s belching for the moment, y/n asked the bartender for a glass of water. She quickly thanked the worker before smiling at her boyfriend. “Hmm, can you drink some water for me?” y/n asked sweetly, pushing the glass closer to him.

“For yooou?” Freddy hiccuped. When he saw y/n nod, he dizzily nodded back. Sucking on some more air after his latest hiccup, he whispered, “okaaayy”. Freddy quickly took hold of the glass and started to chug it.

Y/n had to close her eyes as she resisted the urge to laugh. She was pleased Freddy complied with her request, but since he’d drank his water way too fast, he went back to burping loudly. Y/n squeezed his hand that was resting on the bar counter, “slowly, darling”.

“Naaah uuh,” Freddy argued, shaking his head. His movements caused the glass to slip from his lips, making water drip down his bottom lip towards his chin.

Y/n leaned closer and used her free hand to wipe the water from Freddy’s face. “Why not?” she questioned, lowering her hand.

Freddy’s unsteady hand swayed the glass of water side to side as he answered, “I wanna kiiiiss”.

Y/n and Tom laughed. She smiled and nodded, “hmmm, you can have a kiss if you drink some more water”. As she saw Freddy raise the glass back to his lips in a ridiculously fast pace, y/n added, “slowly!” She visibly winced as the glass smacked against his chin.

Freddy huffed but nodded. He complied with her instructions, sipping on the water in a much slower manner. Yet, he refused to set the glass down at all until he was finished. Once Freddy’s glass was empty, he grinned widely at y/n.

Y/n chuckled lightly, leaning closer to Freddy. When she was close enough, Freddy’s wet lips eagerly made contact with hers. Y/n smiled into his needy kiss, softly kissing him back before pulling away. “I’m going to go tell y/f/n and y/of/n that we’re going to head out, I’ll be back,” y/n explained, looking at Tom to make sure he could repeat it to Freddy if needed.

Y/n smiled at Freddy as she returned to the bar counter. She grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed it lovingly. “Y/f/n and y/of/n are going to finish their drinks and then we’ll head out,” y/n informed Tom and Freddy.

“Am I driving or you?” Tom asked y/n.

Y/n hummed and looked over at her boyfriend to check on his state. “I’ll drive, that way we don’t need to arrange getting his car back from you tomorrow,” she said, nodding her head towards Freddy. Y/n added, “just make sure he doesn’t puke in the back, hmm?”

Tom laughed and nodded, “I’ll tell you to pull over, or maybe just open the door and shove him”.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head, “no scuffing up my boyfriend”.

Tom hummed and pretended to debate the notion. However, he suddenly stopped and stared questioningly at his younger brother; making y/n also turn to face Freddy.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly, having seen the deep pout that was now on Freddy’s face.

"Hooold my haaandd?" Freddy requested, giving her glossy puppy dog eyes.

Y/n giggled and bit her lip. “Freddy, I already am sweetheart,” she explained. Y/n lifted their intertwined hands up to show him when he seemed to doubt her. She couldn’t help but giggle some more when Freddy sighed in relief and smiled contentedly at her.

Y/n noticed the way Freddy’s eyes slowly started to close more and more as they waited. She watched him silently for a few minutes. Y/n made note of how Freddy would only ‘wake up’ to burp or hiccup before his eyes narrowed sleepily again. As adorable and funny as it was, she knew her man needed sleep.

“I’ll be back,” y/n said quietly. “I don’t know what’s taking them so long,” she explained, kissing Freddy’s flushed cheek. “I’ll go check,” y/n alerted Tom, motioning with her eyes for him to watch Freddy for her in the interim.

Y/n had only made it a few steps away from the men when she heard Freddy whine loudly. She quickly spun around but couldn’t see what had caused his outburst. “Love, what’s happening?” Y/n wondered.

Freddy tried to stand, his legs unsteady as he stepped closer to her. Fortunately for him, Tom saw the worried look in y/n’s eyes and stopped him from trying to continue his approach. Having been restricted in movement by his brother, Freddy resorted to pouting again. “Yooou’rrre too far awayyyy,” he hiccuped.

Tom laughed loudly, “you're seriously like a man-child."

Y/n shook her head, “Tom-“.

Tom held up one hand, “I know, I know”. He laughed and more forcefully guided Freddy back to his barstool. “She’ll be back soon mate,” Tom said trying to make his tone sympathetic enough to appease y/n. He glanced over his shoulder at y/n and waved her on, “I’ve got him”.

However, Freddy once again stood up as he realized y/n was leaving his side. His legs shook and Tom’s grip on him was the only thing truly keeping him from stumbling.

Y/n sighed softly, “Freddy”. She walked closer, looping her arm under his armpits for more support. “You should probably sit down,” y/n advised. “I’ll be right back okay?”

Freddy shook his head, “but- but…, first…“.

“Mhmm?” Y/n responded, helping him back into the stool at the bar.

“Can … caaan I steallll your heaaart?” Freddy flirted drunkenly. His hand sliding down y/n’s bicep towards her wrist.

Y/n stifled a laugh and shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not,” she teased, brushing Freddy’s messy hair away from his eyes.

Freddy immediately frowned, his bottom lip starting to tremble slightly. His eyes began to water as he looked up at y/n. “Whyyy?” he complained.

Y/n let out a remorseful puff of breath. She cupped Freddy’s face in her hands and smiled lovingly at him. “You already have it,” y/n reminded him delicately.

“Ohhhh,” Freddy gasped. He smiled crookedly, his eyes thin as he tried to say something else. Whatever Freddy had been planning on saying was cut off as he hiccuped again. Seemingly having caught on to his difficulty speaking, he opted to pull y/n in for a hug.

Y/n smiled to herself as she wrapped her arms around Freddy. She leaned back slightly to place a tender kiss to his forehead. As she pulled back from the hug, she noticed Freddy was wearing a ridiculously large grin. “What are you smiling about?" Y/n hummed.

Freddy’s rosey cheeks flushed deeper as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “Yooou’re sooo preetty,” He slurred before he failed to fight off another hiccup.

Y/n giggled, “thank you Freddy”. She squeezed his cheeks softly. But as y/n went to find their friends, she heard Freddy whisper “kissss me?” She smirked and nodded, complying by giving him a small kiss.

"Your… lips taaaaste liiike… dreams” Freddy flirted, giving y/n a lazy wink.

"That doesn't even make sense,” y/n laughed, shaking her head.

Freddy scoffed, “doesss too”.

Y/n hummed, “okay, sure”. She brushed some off Freddy’s hair to the side and placed another light kiss to his forehead. “Stay with Tom, I’ll be back,” y/n requested.

Freddy’s brows scrunched, “yooou are leaving meee?”

Y/n fought off the urge to giggle. “Only momentary. I have to. But I’ll be back” she promised. Upon having seen Freddy’s reluctance y/n signed. “I'm going to take care of you, okay? I just have to stay away for a moment” y/n told him, “then I’m yours for the rest of the night, kay?”

Freddy grinned and nodded, his eyes closing some as he started relaxing again.

“Nooo y/n isss,” Freddy slurred, glaring weakly at the stranger across from him.

Y/n rose her eyebrows as she approached. “What’s going on?” She asked Tom, glancing at Freddy and the guy he was talking to. “Why does Freddy look mad?” Y/n questioned, watching the stranger closely.

Tom shook his head, “one second”. “Mate, let it go,” he directed towards Freddy. Tom sighed as Freddy shook his head.

“Seeee,” Freddy argued, pointing a wavering finger at y/n. “Beauuuutiful,” he commented, squinting his eyes at the stranger.

“Mate for real, if you insult my girl one more time,” the stranger hissed in warning.

Y/n eyed Tom for an explanation as to what she’d walked up on.

“She,” Tom said, nodding his head towards the random girl beside the stranger. “Told Freddy she liked his hair and, he took it as her flirting,” he explained. As he shook his head in exasperation, Tom continued, “now, he’s on a rant about how much better you are than her”.

Y/n was pleased Tom whispered the update to her, not wanting to further ignite the tension. She walked closer to Freddy and placed her hand on his shoulder, sending the stranger an apologetic smile. “Darling, let’s just go home,” y/n suggested.

Freddy merely shook his head, his eyes still tensely squinting. “Nooo. Heeee’s wrrroonng,” he argued.

Y/n sighed, “Freddy-“.

“Yoou, loove,” Freddy rambled, turning to look at her. “Sooo preetieer,” he complimented causally. “Niiiicccer,” Freddy continued, his ‘c’ dragging out until it formed a hissing sound. He looked back over at the stranger and the girl beside him. Freddy shook his head, “nooot herrrr”.

Y/n frantically lowered Freddy’s hand as he pointed at the random girl. She took a deep breath as Tom moved between the stranger and Freddy. Y/n tugged on Freddy’s hand, “let’s go, Freddy”. “Now,” she pleaded, seeing his reluctance.

Freddy huffed dramatically. “Looove,” he sighed.

“Yoooou arree beeeette-“ Freddy adamantly continued.

Y/n placed her hand over Freddy’s mouth to stop his babbling. She could tell the stranger was getting fed up with Freddy’s behavior. “Baby, can you please shut the fuck up,” y/n pleaded, leading Freddy’s drunk body away from the others so he couldn’t keep instigating an unnecessary fight.

When Tom joined y/n and Freddy outside, y/n lowered her hand from Freddy’s face and turned to Tom. “Never mind what I said earlier,” she began. “You drive, I need to be in the back with him,” y/n declared, “if you drive, you can crash with us tonight, or we can get the car back tomorrow once he’s sober”. She glanced over at Freddy who was clinging to her body and smiling carelessly up at her. “That way I can keep an eye on this one,” y/n hummed.

Y/n tried to get Freddy to get off his phone for the duration of the car ride. Tom was driving and had just gotten done dropping off y/f/n and y/of/n. She knew that meant they only had another fifteen minutes to go until Tom arrived at her and Freddy’s home. In other words, y/n had to keep Freddy from throwing up or doing anything stupid or reckless for at least fifteen minutes before she could put him to bed.

Y/n wasn’t successful in getting Freddy to put his phone down. Nor did she know what it was he was doing since he was childishly hiding his screen from her. But, y/n was just glad he wasn’t typing and therefore it wasn’t likely he was drunk texting anyone. She rested her head on the window as she watched Freddy closely, making sure he wasn’t making himself sick by reading in the back seat while drunk.

Freddy suddenly glanced up at y/n, a crooked smirk forming. “Are yooou,” he hiccuped before pausing to look down at his phone again. “Maade ooout ooof,” Freddy slurred, flickering his eyes up to y/n briefly before back to his phone. “Graapes?” he asked.

Y/n raised her eyebrow at him questioningly. “What?” she asked, sitting up straight. Y/n knew Freddy had been long gone for awhile, but she was truly lost on this conversation. Normally she could piece together whatever drunken thoughts Freddy cared to share, but this one stumped her.

Freddy stared at his phone, his eyes lazily rereading the next line several times. He grinned up at y/n, “‘cause yooou are fiiiinne aaas wiiiiinnne”. Based on the deep dimples on his cheeks, Freddy was pretty proud of himself.

Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Freddy, wha-?” She reached over and took his phone, her eyes scanning the page he had pulled up. Y/n giggled more and locked the device before giving it back to him. “You don’t need to research pickup lines Freddy,” she assured him, playing with the wavy hairs covering his forehead.

Tom laughed loudly from the front seat as he mumbled something incoherent.

“Ohh,” Freddy hummed, “kaay”. He scooted across the seat, moving closer to y/n. “Onlllly yooou,” Freddy mumbled, pointing to y/n’s hand that was in his hair.

Y/n smirked and nodded. “Yeah darling, I’m the only one who gets to play with your hair,” she agreed, her fingers stroking his slightly clammy forehead underneath said hair. “You’re mine and I don’t share, but clearly I don’t need to worry,” y/n teased lovingly, pulling him closer. She smiled to herself as Freddy cuddled into her embrace with tired eyes.

Y/n propped their front door open with her foot as she guided Freddy inside. “I think it's time for bed,” she suggested warmly as she slid her foot past the threshold, letting the door close behind her. Y/n gave Freddy’s shoulder an encouraging squeeze as he leaned against her tiredly.

Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Freddy’s cheek as she walked him to their bathroom. “Sit here,” she encouraged, stroking his cheek as she sat him on the closed toilet seat lid. Y/n quickly dashed to their bedroom to grab some clothing for him to sleep in, not wanting to risk leaving him alone for too long. She’d noticed how unsteady his body was and didn’t want him to topple onto the floor in her absence.

It was hard for y/n to resist a chuckle as she returned to find Freddy trying to sleep while seated. “Hmmm,” she cooed, “almost, handsome, just need to change, okay?”. Y/n didn’t care if he slept in the shirt he had on tonight, but she suspected his jeans would be uncomfortable to sleep in. She helped him stand up, letting Freddy use her body for support as he clumsily tried to change his clothes.

When y/n had gotten her boyfriend into more comfortable, and non-pub-scented, clothing, she cautiously led him to their bed. During her attempts to help Freddy change, she realized he was burping a lot more. There were still a few hiccups, but y/n was concerned by how often he was burping and whether it would cause him to vomit tonight. So she walked very slowly to guide him to the bed, hoping to not upset his stomach anymore than it already had been tonight.

After settling Freddy under the covers, y/n brushed his messy hair from his eyes and gave him a kiss. “Im going to change,” y/n whispered as to not cause him to get up when she stepped away from their bed. However, she’d barely made it to the dresser when she heard Freddy slip out of the bed.

Y/n spun around, watching as Freddy dashed back to the bathroom. He’d turned the fan on, so she had a hard time hearing what was going on in there. But, y/n could make out that he was still belching and hiccuping with only minimal pauses between. Just as she went to knock on the door, she heard the sink running and decided to wait.

When Freddy exited the bathroom with a clammy forehead, even more tired eyes, and a frown, y/n sighed. “Oh honey,” she frowned, checking his forehead with the back of her hand. Y/n let out a breath of relief since Freddy at least wasn’t feverish. “Did you throw up in there?” she questioned concerned.

“Nooo,” Freddy said with another hiccup. Even in his drunken state he could see the doubt in y/n’s gaze. But, Freddy was too out of it, his mind far too busy and buzzing, to explain himself. Instead, he leaned against his loving girlfriend and let her guide him back to bed.

Y/n turned from their bed after having covered Freddy up with the comforter again. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered, this time walking into their bathroom. Y/n quickly looked around, checking to see if he had in-fact thrown up after all.

However, y/n noticed Freddy must’ve just emptied his bladder instead. She sighed in relief that the night was nearly over and he’d so far been able to keep all the liquor down. Y/n flushed the toilet and lowered the lid for Freddy, washing her hands before exiting the bathroom.

Y/n’s eyes softened as she grinned at Freddy’s sleepy face. She watched silently for a few seconds as his eyelashes slowly flittered against his high cheekbones. Despite Freddy’s sharp features, whenever he was resting y/n thought he always seemed so soft and precious. Y/n shook her head to herself as she tried to will herself to temporarily look away so she could finish her last task of the night.

Y/n paused, turning her head to look over her shoulder at the sound of Freddy’s feet pattering across their wooden flooring. “What’re you doing out of bed?” she tsked warmly, smiling at his blanket cladded sleepy form. Y/n had been trying to make some breakfast for him tomorrow, something that should help with the anticipated nausea and hangover y/n knew he’d have in the morning. She also didn’t want the sounds from cooking said breakfast to make his impending headache worse tomorrow. But, y/n feared she must’ve woken him instead by doing it tonight.

Freddy pouted, his face barely peeking through the comforter he’d dragged with him. “Miiissssed yooou,” he whined.

Y/n smiled and stifled a giggle. “I’m coming,” she nodded, putting the meal in the refrigerator. Y/n shut the door and walked over to her drowsy boyfriend. She cupped his cheeks, “let’s go get you back to bed”.

“Misssss,” Freddy hiccuped. “Yoooou,” he added, another hiccup following his whine. Freddy tilted his head to the side as he watched y/n step towards the counter, his pout returning.

Y/n didn’t have to be looking at him to know he was pouting again. She smiled to herself and shook her head lightly. “I’m just getting meds for you for the morning and tonight,” y/n explained, grabbing the cup now filled with water that she’d gotten down and filled earlier. She then pulled over a bottle of medicine from the kitchen counter.

“Yooooou’re my med-medicciinne,” Freddy said, the last word coming out very jumbled and slurred. But his blushing cheeks certainly cleared up any doubt one might’ve had over what he was saying.

“Freddy, take the meds,” y/n chuckled, passing him a few pills and the water.

Freddy shook his head, the blanket slightly restricting his movements. “Nuuuh uh,” he argued childishly.

Y/n sighed and frowned. “Let me take care of you,” she requested, intentionally holding eye contact with Freddy. “Now, take the meds,” y/n repeated kindly, pushing her hands closer to him.

Freddy stared silently into y/n’s gaze for a moment before nodding slowly. “Kaaay,” he hiccuped, grabbing the items from y/n. Freddy dutifully swallowed the pills and slid the glass down to counter towards her.

Y/n thanked Freddy and then rested her hand on the blanket covering his shoulders as she encouraged him to walk back to their bedroom. She saw Freddy had turned on the bedside lamp so she quickly turned off the ceiling light as she followed him in.

Freddy hummed contentedly as y/n helped him back into bed. His tired and lazy eyes watched as she lovingly made sure he was comfortable and that the blanket covered him completely. “Yoooou loooovve meee, rrrighht?” he asked, closing his eyes.

Y/n giggled, “of course I do”. She stroked the side of Freddy’s face with her fingertips, “always”.

Freddy silently smiled to himself, melting into the blankets. Just as he seemed to begin calming down for the night, he mumbled, “waaaait, whaa?”.

As she shook her head softly at Freddy, y/n smiled. “Angel, you asked if I loved you,” she reminded him with a small laugh. “I was saying I do love -“ y/n began to explain.

Only, suddenly Freddy was alert and no longer almost asleep. “Whoooo dooo yooou lllove?” He asked as he sloppily tried to sit up. Freddy’s lips curled downwards due to his jealous state. He tried to huff loudly but it came out as a burp.

Y/n bit into her bottom lip as she laughed. “You, Freddy,” she answered, delicately laying him back down. After tucking Freddy in for the millionth time tonight, y/n cupped his face and kissed his nose, “you are the one I love”.

This seemed to truly settle Freddy as he smiled, suddenly appearing sleepy again now that he realized he didn’t have to be jealous. “Doooon’t leaaaave,” he whined, holding y/n’s hand.

Y/n nodding in reassurance. She cautiously helped Freddy slide back so she could get into the bed from the same side. Once she’d crawled into bed beside Freddy, y/n silently began playing with his hair.

Freddy lazily smiled, his eyes getting heavier as he felt himself drifting off to sleep.

“You’re purring,” y/n commented with an amused hum.

Freddy’s cheeks blushed as he let his eyes close, sleep quickly taking over him.

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By your Side - Kaz Brekker x Reader - Masterlist (Finished Series)

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader

AU: JordieLives!AU

Genre: hurt/comfort & angst to fluff

Word Count:approx. 35 000

Warnings: canontypical violence, blood, Kaz's trauma (-> Mentions of death and grief), injuries, angst, jealousy, alcohol, mentions of (child)prostetution (Inej's past), death (of an enemy), mentions of panic(-attacks), murder

Summary: After you left the ship you spent the last years working on as well as your best friend Jojo, Kaz takes you in and makes you a member of the Dregs. The two of you seem to get closer over time, until Kaz recruits Inej, who you are convinced Kaz is in love with. When Jojo comes to visit several years later, unexpected discoveries are made and tensions arise.

Based on this post by @ilovemarvelanne1

Chapter One - Reader

Chapter Two - Reader

Chapter Three - Kaz

Chapter Four - Jordie

Chapter Five - Reader

Chapter Six - Kaz

Chapter Seven - Reader

Chapter Eight - Reader

Chapter Nine - Kaz and Reader

Picture Sources (edited by me): Canal, Freddy Carter, Ship in Fog, Ship in Harbour, Church in Fog, Sails, Rope

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half promise, half warning | part two the evening

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst, fluff, smut (18+) content warning: cm typical violence, unhealthy relationship & breakup (w/ omc), allusion to abuse, cussing, vomit mention, smoking (lmk if i’ve missed anything!) word count: 4.0k a/n: happy return of the tagging system, folks :’)

<< the morning | masterlist | the long night >>

. . .

There’s an obvious exit strategy for this whole mess. A tiny lifeboat clinging to the edge of a larger, sinking ship. The only issue being, there’s only room for one.

“Sooo,” I nervously drawl, mindlessly twirling my chopsticks in my chow mein. Emily, Jennifer, and I are sitting on the kitchen counter, each indulging in our first real meal of the day. At sundown.

“Is anyone ever going to tell me about Mel and Pattie?” I kick my legs with what I hope to be whimsy and not anxiety-driven restlessness.

I know for a fact the two women share a look.

“Were you close with them?” Emily inquires.

I shrug. “Not really. Some of the girlfriends are super tight, but besides who we date, I don’t really have anything in common with them.”

With her mouth full of fried rice, I think I hear Emily mumble, “Fair enough.”

Realizing her colleague isn’t about to play messenger, Jennifer sighs and explains haltingly, “Since the men were taken to a different location, no one even knew anything had happened until Melanie and Patricia’s bodies were found.”

I swallow thickly. “But didn’t they both have protection in their homes after receiving the, um, the feet?”

“Well...,” Jennifer cautiously starts. From the corner of my eye, I see her nudge Emily, but to no avail. She sighs and continues, “...after Melanie and Carter received the coach’s foot, they had two cruisers watching from outside. Then Patricia and Freddy got Carter’s foot but refused help from the local police and chose to hire private security instead.”

“And now Lachlan and I have Freddy’s foot, and the FBI are here to protect us,” I lamely conclude. “But what happened to Mel and Pattie?”

“They...were both stabbed multiple times. The ME said they probably passed out from the pain or blood loss. The official cause of death is exsanguination.”

“Oh,” I say into my box of takeout. The noodles pinched at the end of my chopsticks jiggle and splatter sauce along the interior of the box. I tilt the container and watch the dark liquid pool together. The sauce is just thick enough to resemble something else. My appetite, already a shrunken and pathetic thing that’s taken all day to muster, vanishes for good. I put my food down.

Trying to appear casual, Emily also sets down her food and grips the counter, peering around Jennifer and me. We both follow her eyes and see what — or who she’s on the lookout for.

“Is it because of what Reid said to you this afternoon?” Emily whispers, angling herself toward me. Unfortunately for Jennifer, sitting in the middle means her space is our space now. I parrot Emily’s movement.

“Kinda.”

Jennifer’s annoyance about the breaching of physical boundaries disappears as she flashes me a dubious look.

“Okay,” I admit, “it has everything to do with that. But in my defense, it’s fucking scary to be told that you’re a dead man walking because you don’t matter.” The last part wasn’t meant to come out as a hiss.

When Emily sympathetically hums in agreement, we return Jennifer’s right to eat, easing out of her space. The fried rice finds its way back into Emily’s hands. Before shoveling a cold spoonful into her mouth, she consoles, “And you have every right to be scared. That was a horrifying thing to say.”

Jennifer, discreetly wiping the corner of her lips with her thumb, adds, “There’s also nothing about the unsub’s behaviour that says he’s targeting any significant others. He’s taking the men alive. Athletic men. It’s risky and requires a lot of energy. He knows that including another person into his fantasy increases the chance of something going wrong.”

I urgently press, “But, including Coach Lee’s new girlfriend, every significant other has been killed, right?”

Emily warily confirms this. “But we believe the reason for that is simply, they were at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

I try not to immediately spill over the idea that’s been lodged in my brain all afternoon. It’s difficult when Emily says exactly what I want to hear.

“What if I wasn’t here then?”

The two of them blink at me, puzzled. That’s all it takes for me to surrender to my own impulses because fuck it, it’s pointless to pussyfoot around.

“What if I stayed somewhere else? Because... b-because IwannabreakupwithLachlan.”

There’s so much more to say, of course, but I anticipate their reactions. They’re both trying to gauge which part of my suggestion should be addressed first: the part where I’m ready to bolt with my tail tucked between my legs, or the part where I want to breakup with my long-term partner in the midst of an investigation.

But when their reactions reach the point of being vocalized, it’s simultaneous.

“What do you mean—”

“You’ll need to say that—”

“She said she wants to breakup with Lachlan.”

Fuck. Fuck. I curse whatever higher power there is. How could three paranoid women — two, who are equipped with guns — miss the casual approach of another person?

Emily deadpans, “Thanks, Reid. We heard.” He misses the occasional social cue, and I hope he piped in because he genuinely thought neither women had heard me. I hope hard because the alternative is that he’s fucking with me.

I hang my head, refusing to look at him.

Quietly, I whine, “Emily, I thought you were on lookout.”

She’s sputtering. “I am! O-or I was, at least. For a second, I did look out! I didn’t know— I didn’t think boy genius here would leave his little cavern of files!”

Might as well get it over with, dignity be damned. I look up.

I’ve never been so aware of all the muscles in my face before. Putting on a neutral expression is an impossible task. Reid’s doing the same, but clearly with less effort because there’s just something mocking about the way he scrunches his lips for a second.

Okay, so he’s definitely fucking with me.

Reid glances past me and smiles. “Hey, JJ.”

“Hey, Spence.”

At least Jennifer has the decency to sound sheepish.

“You three enjoying dinner? Because I ordered the ginger beef, and it was bland to say the least, but did you know—”

I couldn’t care less, and he knows this. I hop off the counter. My palms are pressed together as I interrupt him, begging, “Please don’t say anything to him.”

When Reid furrows his brow with a superficial innocence, his eyes widen behind his glasses and there’s a slight pout. Behind me, I hear Emily and Jennifer snickering. Under her breath, Emily mutters, “Isn’t that his poker face?”

(In response, Jennifer presses close to Emily and explains, “It’s the look he used to get when he lost a game of chess to Gideon. Gideon was immune of course, so Reid’s just learned to weaponize it against us.” She’s just loud enough for me to hear.

“That bastard.”)

Reid tilts his head, teasing, “And why would I ever tell him?”

Half-heartedly, I bite back, “Because you’re a bully who gets off on making me upset.” I don’t mean too much by it, but it’s still satisfying to watch the hitch in his demeanor. With a noncommittal noise, I shrug and say, “God knows I’m used to being collateral damage to someone’s ego.”

The farce drops immediately. He crosses his arms.

I’ve noticed over the course of the team’s stay that everyone’s immaculately dressed in the morning, but as the heat seeps into the afternoon, the team also has a tendency to loosen or strew their clothing around their workspace, making peace with appearing dishevelled — the exception being Agent Hotchner, of course. But Reid, with a blazer folded over a couch and a sweater vest haphazardly stuffed into his bag, is the worst of all; the knot of his tie isn’t even at the base of his throat anymore, but rather, hanging somewhere above his collarbones, which I can almost see because he’s undone the top two buttons of his dress shirt. I momentarily forget about my comment when the slight gape of his shirt reveals a warmth – something so pink lazily colouring his neck.

Reid shifts uncomfortably under my gaze, dropping his arms with what I suspect to be a desire to not appear defensive.

“That’s not fair. JJ said—”

“Nope, Spence, nuh-uh. Do not drag me into this.”

Reid looks like he’s lost a lifeline for a second, but he skirts around it with: “Are you still upset about that?”

I hear the noises of disapproval from behind me. There’s even a flash of regret on his face, but I’m livid at the idea of him immediately surrendering an apology. A genius with such meticulous memory should be more mindful about how sticky thoughts can get. How inviting they are to obsess over.

Brick by brick, a wall gives. Everything that Jennifer soothed and comforted away this afternoon suddenly comes pouring forth.

“Of course I am!” I seethe. “Not just upset either. I’m mostly scared, Reid. Like god-fearing, pissing-my-pants scared. Because of something you said.”

Emily and Jennifer are debating if they should intervene.

“You think I’m doing this because it’s the opportune time, hm? Imagine walking away from a decade long relationship — what it would take, what you would have to feel — and then ask yourself why I’m more inclined to run after your threat rather than a fucking foot in a box.”

At the edges of my anger lingers a dreadful smugness, the kind that many work hard for but few ever appreciate once its theirs. But I’ve been down this path with Lachlan many times before. The feeling is never less awful than how I remember it, which is why I’m thankful (somewhere deep, deep down) for how quickly Reid squashes it.

It’s calculated and low when he tells me, “It’s spineless to pretend like I have anything to do with your failed relationship. You know, I know, JJ and Emily know – everyone under your roof knows exactly what’s about to happen. Don’t blame me if you’re too much of a coward to do it and Lachlan’s too stupid to figure it out.”

I flinch.

I nearly lunge for him.

The counter is vacated, Emily and Jennifer scrambling to do damage control. Reid’s stare is eerily focused while Jennifer rests a hand on his chest, coaxing. If it wasn’t for the persistent flush that darkens his ears, I wouldn’t have the slightest clue that he was bothered.

Jennifer’s scolding, “Spencer, walk away.”

Emily, bless her heart, is tasked with comforting the stranger of the two who are locked at the horns. I assume it’s why she doesn’t touch me, opting instead to make demands. Demands like, “We need to go outside now,” and, “You’ve said your piece, now let’s go.”

I lean over the arm she’s using to cordon me off. “I don’t know what your fucking complex is, Reid, but the answers must seem so simple to you when you think we’re all fucking stupid.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Morgan rapidly approaching, muttering, “what the fuck?” to no one in particular. Reid and I know that once he’s made his way over here, the altercation will be over. I’ll go out kicking and screaming while slung over Morgan’s shoulders. I don’t care.

The collectedness of Reid’s voice is practised. It’s a disadvantage for me to not make a living from hunting and interrogating some of the world’s most dangerous people.

“I don’t think you’re all stupid,” he calmly retaliates. “But it’ll be a lot easier for you when you can admit your boyfriend’s an idiot. And a pig.”

That final statement irks me in a way I can’t place. I know it’s not true, but there’s a twinge in my stomach.

I grit out, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve seen the way he holds you,” he snaps. Something finally gives in his voice. Judging by the way he clenches his jaw, he knows it too. “We’ve seen the way he treats you.”

I’m relieved when Morgan zeroes in on his colleague. However, I don’t escape reprimand; Derek shoots me an exhausted look, but it’s not without bewilderment.

“Don’t!” Reid warns, brushing aside Jennifer and Derek. “I’m going to bed. Wake me up when it’s my shift.”

The four of us watch him stalk toward the stairs, jerking his tie loose and over his head. It swings in his fist as he retreats up the stairs.

And for a moment, I feel out of sync without Reid. Without the rhythm of our back-and-forth. It’s like reeling a racket back, anticipating the communion of plastic strings and bouncing rubber before watching the ball get plucked midair. Nobody wins.

When a door slams upstairs, I understand the appeal of retreating to a bed. I understand because the tension slinks out of my body and I nearly follow it to the ground. Slowly, I rub my hands over my face. It’s a short-lived way to avoid the three pairs of feet that pivot back around with accompanying eyes.

Emily cracks first.

“What is wrong with you two?” Her tone catches me off guard. Even while my eyes readjust to the kitchen lights, I see her figure, blurred around the edges, throw her hands up in exasperation. “How could you two possibly hate each other that much after a few days?”

Jennifer approaches, no longer cautious. She presses a hand above my breastbone. It’s not unlike the way she touched Reid.

“Go get some rest. Please,” she insists. Once again, her love and care for her team are extended to me as she assures, “Don’t worry about the food. It’ll take two seconds to clean.” It’s somehow more devastating than Emily’s outburst. There’s disappointment in the way Jennifer pats my chest to send me off; the motion is too rigid.

I don’t know what I’m apologizing for when I murmur, “I’m sorry,” seeking validation from Jennifer first, then Emily. Derek is less forgiving, but that’s more than acceptable. I’ve been lighting the fuse on their colleague – their friend, all day. It’s not just biting at the hand that feeds me; it’s chomping, gnawing through skin and bone.

I ask the three of them with darting eyes, “Where— um. Where’s Lachlan?” No one answers right away. Their hesitance is justifiably founded in the fear that I’m about to do something utterly foolish and selfish.

Getting the answer from Derek is unexpected. “He was finishing up in the gym. Probably in the shower or in bed by now.” My heart breaks when he offers, “Do you want one of us to go with you?”

I grimace. Lachlan and I have never been physical towards each other. Cruel, possessive, and manipulative, yes. What had Reid said? I’ve seen the way he holds you. We’ve seen the way he treats you. If a mere seventy-two hours is all it takes for a group of people to come to the same conclusion, perhaps our charade as a happy couple is much less convincing than we think.

I sadly scoff, rebuffing Derek’s offer as kindly as possible. “It’s– I’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen.” And when they continue to examine...whatever it is that profilers examine, my shoulders drop in defeat, asserting, “Nothing has ever happened, you guys.”

Finally. They finally find a little confidence in me.

“Good,” Jennifer nods. “Do whatever you need to do, but remember, you can sort the details out after this is all over, okay? I’ll get someone to escort you wherever you need to go tomorrow afternoon.”

Emily reminds me, “If you need anything, there’ll always be two of us down here, no matter the hour.”

“Here,” Derek holds his elbow out for me, “I’m about to switch shifts with Hotch. I’ll walk you up.”

My mouth opens, but it’s without words. Instead, I return a tight smile, embarrassed. Linking my arms with Derek, I wonder what it’s like to be so kind all the time. He pats my arm as we head for the stairs, Jennifer and Emily wishing us goodnight.

“Goodnight, ladies,” Derek croons. He catches the sharp exhale through my nose, a noise of amusement. I think this is the first time he’s regarded me without concern or annoyance. He smiles, questioning, “Something funny?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head. “I like seeing how you all interact. Especially when it’s not about death and dismemberment.”

We ascend the stairs, still joined at the crook of our elbows. I’m always a step ahead to compensate for our difference in height.

“Ah,” I hear from behind me. “Well, we’re family.”

“Obviously. Half the time, Agent Hotchner looks like a father trying to survive a road trip with his five kids.”

“Kids?” he laughs. Our voices lower as we reach the top.

There are a dozen doors leading to guest and leisure rooms along the hall, the master bedroom centered at the very end. I can’t remember how many of the rooms are occupied by resting law enforcement.

“Hotch is good to us though,” Derek muses, “and I’d like to think we’re good to him too.”

We make it down most of the hall before he continues, “But he’s juggling a lot. Our team’s a man down, and now he’s gotta figure everything out with...with Reid.”

Derek waits for a reply, but I really have nothing to say.

“Without getting into it,” Derek picks back up, “the kid’s having a hard time, and it doesn’t excuse his behaviour, but,” he falters. It’s odd to see a man who exudes so much confidence mull over his words. “But like I said, we’re family, and all we can do for each other is extend our support and patience.”

I hum in understanding, but only because there’s a lump, heavy in my throat. After hearing all that, I try to hold the guilt down, mostly because I know Derek had no intention of bestowing it to me. And in retrospect, it makes sense. This was a tightknit group of fiercely generous people with no room for an outlier.

It was easy to imagine Reid differently; a softer man who saw the potential of kindness through his intellect, who knew the personal cost of his career and still threw his whole livelihood into it. Just like everyone else on his team.

We reach the master bedroom. I take a shuddering breath before unlinking our arms.

My voice is weak, but I manage to confide, “I hope you all know how grateful I am for you all to, um, share that support and patience with me.”

It’s nice to see him smile.

He points to one of many doors, saying, “I’ll be in that room. Come get me if anything happens.” Wringing my hands, I thank him again. He doesn’t depart by bidding me goodnight, but instead, “Good luck.”

I shake when I begin to realize the mess I’m about to make behind these doors. Derek’s walking just loud enough for me to know he’s still there in the hallway, watching over me. I swiftly push through the doors and hope he’ll take it as a cue that whatever’s about to happen is beyond his responsibility.

I hear the torrent of water from the bathroom. Doing my best to calm myself, I attempt my nighttime routine. The ritual does little to ease the adrenaline – the rushing in my head and the ringing in my ears.

When Lachlan steps into the room, he sees me perched on the edge of the bed, hair knotted up and changed into a slip. The sheer ignorance of his seductive, “hey,” is baffling. My leg is bouncing and I’ve picked my lips near bloody, but all he can say is hey.

He thinks he’s so slick when he trots to the dresser and drops his towel. Rifling through a drawer, he drawls, “Crazy day, huh? But man, these feds are gettin’ on my nerves.”

“They’re protecting us,” I mumble.

“Like that did Carter or Freddy any good.”

I huff, pinching my thigh to kickstart something. Lachlan doesn’t notice the nuclear meltdown happening on the other side of the room. When I open my mouth, I know it’s a 50/50 chance of either words or vomit. I’m lucky it’s the former.

“Put a shirt on. We need to talk.”

. . .

What’s the saying? The death is quick, but the dying is slow? I can’t remember.

All I know is that the conversation lasts all of thirty minutes, more or less. It’s easy when you both know there’s nothing salvageable. That doesn’t mean Lachlan wasn’t angry though. He was just angry about the wrong things.

I look out the balcony doors and see Lachlan smoking one of my secret cigarettes. The remaining carton goes into my duffle bag. It’s petty, considering I have no intention of touching them. I’ll sacrifice a sweater if it means making space for my spite.

Objectively, I know I’m making the right choice, yet my body is an oversensitive traitor, wracking my entirety with quiet, ugly sobs. It’s the type of crying where cheeks bloat immediately and ears become itchy with heat. I don’t know exactly what I’m packing for the week, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. I zip the bag.

There’s a sudden prick of familiarity, a strange sensation. I look up to see Lachlan twisting his head to stare back at me in the same moment. I’m almost touched to see his swollen eyes. When I give him a single nod, as if to say goodbye, he rolls his eyes and turns his back on me for the last time. From his hand, a flick of orange arcs into the air. I know the cigarette will land in the pool and it will cease to be my problem.

. . .

When I’m back in the hallway, the strap of my duffle cutting into my arm, I quietly hiss, “fuck,” at myself. It’s the middle of the night and I’m barefoot in nightwear. I curse myself once more when I hear Lachlan re-enter from the balcony, slamming the door shut. There’s no turning back.

My pride stops me from doing the easy thing, which is to head down the stairs and ask for the support of those who are more than willing to give. Oh, and maybe a pair of shoes. But no, instead, my pride steers me through the door on my immediate left.

It’s pitch black. The curtains are always drawn because sunlight’s a bitch and will eat away at the pigments and papers that are carefully framed across the walls. I drop my duffle bag with a thud and easily — desperately navigate my way toward the promise of sleep.

What I often don’t tell others is that most of my time in the study is spent lazing about in the daybed that I tucked window-side years ago. Like a cat kneading its claws into cushions, I shaped the space into my idea of perfect comfort by sheer force of will. It seems fitting for me to spend my final night in this mansion sleeping in a corner that I carved out for myself.

Weaving around the armchairs and cherry wood side tables is easy. A path that I’ve committed to memory. When I feel the seam where the coarse antique rug ends and the cloudlike fur rug begins, I know I’m within arms reach. I fall forward, hands eager to sink in with a trust that only people can have with inanimate objects — things without a will of their own.

Or so I thought. It’s another betrayal for the books when something that’s notably not a twin mattress meets my palms.

I let out a throaty yelp. The thing beneath me wheezes, wrapping itself around multiple parts of my body to seize my limbs. Luckily, my one hand breaks free and I throw it toward the window, yanking the curtain open. The moonlight pours through, revealing this terrible, terrible vignette.

“What the fu—!”

“Reid?!”

. . .

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Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

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