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Kaz Brekker and His Stupid Nicknames
In attempts to show you some love, kaz reverts to the most boyish and juvenile confession he can manage: name calling.
Idiot
Kaz has no idea what he’s doing. This feeling that you give him is bad. It’s weakness. So he tries to kill by convincing himself that you are nothing. He calls you idiot or imbecile right and left, hoping his brain will understand that you’re of no use to him.
But that’s not true because he thinks you’re brilliant.
Most commonly he uses it on heists. You save his sorry hide and because the phrase “thank you” does not exist in his vocabulary he simply says
“Try not to die, idiot! Don’t wanna drag your corpse outta here.”
Kaz thinks he’s slick. Hiding his silly little crush like this. He’s being a jerk and belittling you. No one would glance twice because he was just being classic Dirtyhands.
Wrong
Nina notices first. It reminds her of the young grisha boys who don’t know how to flatter a girl so they simply yank on fistfuls of hair or scream obscenities.
She thinks it’s stupidly adorable; making jabs at Kaz that he deflects easily. But she knows. She sees it clear as day.
Pest
Flea is a bit too mean but pest implies enough how irritable you make him. It implies that you’re swarming his thoughts and plaguing his dreams.
“You’re such a pest!”
You’re not. You’re anything but. From your stupid face that makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees you to the stupid things you say the awaken butterflies in his stomach. So irritating. So dumb.
Inej discovers next. She notices how Kaz can’t keep his eyes off of you. She notices how his lips twitch every time he calls you a name, like he meant to say something else entirely. She finally picks up on Nina’s jokes. They whisper to each other when Nina feels his heart beat faster.
Dummy
He’s got it down bad.
This term is affectionate. Less cruel than idiot. More teasing. Kaz knows that you know that he believes you to be fantastic. Why else would he keep you around? Why keep sending you on jobs? Why keep you right by his side at all times?
“Right here next to me, dummy.”
He doesn’t proclaim it so loudly anymore. He doesn’t need all of Ketterdam to think he’s parading around a so called idiot crow. It’s for you and only you.
Which is why the ever observant Wylan Van Eck finds out next. He watches Kaz mumble under his breath when he calls you dummy. It reminds Wylan of how Jesper flirts.
Wylan smiles to himself when he ponders the moments he glimpses. Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, a secret softie.
“Don’t want the dummy to get hurt now do we?”
It’s like a romance novel playing out right before Wylan’s eyes. And while he doesn’t make jokes, he chuckles whenever Nina says something witty that makes Kaz’s eye twitch.
Darling
The first time Kaz calls you this it’s a complete accident. He was just minding his own business filling out some paperwork and trying to get you out of his head. You come into his office needing to ask him a few questions about the upcoming heist when
BAM!
“What do you need, darlin’?”
You freeze and moments go by as it sinks in. Kaz is horrified. As it dawns on him his ears and cheeks go cherry red. It was so casual. So easy to say.
You blink at each other and you smile.
“Call people that often?” You’re so bright.
Kaz glowers and lowers his gaze, shaking his head.
“Scram.”
He flicks his hand toward the door and picks his pen back up.
“Not until you answer me.”
So bold of you. Kaz takes a deep breath and rocks back in his chair. This is a weakness. He should stamp it out. But one glance your hopeful face and he’s caving.
“Only you. Now scram, darling!”
This would be when Jesper notices. He overhears Kaz say it just once and that’s all it takes. Kaz calling someone darling. So sweet and sentimental there’s no possible way it’s true.
But when Jesper looks around and Nina and Inej and Wylan giggling and teasing, the pieces fall into place.
Oh
Oh it’s so cute
So fueling to Jesper’s teasing.
Jesper likes to push Kaz by flirting with you. He just wants to watch Kaz marinate in his childish anger and fess up about what’s going on. The only person who doesn’t know is Matthias if Nina hasn’t spoiled it.
Angel
Oh how the hearts swoon. Kaz finally weak in both knees. This name is used whenever you’re about to do something dangerous or during reunions.
Kaz can’t clutch you in his arms like he wants to. Can’t kiss you and drown you in affection like he craves. So he puts it all into one little word and hopes you get it.
“Be safe my angel.” Or “Glad you’re alive, angel.”
He used it pretty sparingly. There’s not many moments where you’re apart anymore so it’s a rare word.
It’s almost a little to cheesy and cliche for him but he uses it regardless because he likes to see you beam.
This is when the team recognizes it as a whole. Including Matthias who was clueless up until he witnessed it first hand.
Dirtyhands soft in the heart.
Last but certainly not least
Honey
This is code for Kaz wanting a domestic moment. Quiet time in the Slat while he helps you clean up after dinner or iron out his button-up shirts.
This is most likely when Kaz would show physical affection.
His gloved hands on your hips as he whispers in your ear,
“Honey, I love you.”
He only says it when he knows no one will hear. It is only for your ears. Only for you to know. Because this word is a dream.
It’s symbolic of the life Kaz wants to give you. Security. Safety. He wants an honest life with you. One you can be proud of. He’d really like to marry you and stay with you forever.
He wraps you in his arms, guarded by the sleeves of his shirt.
It’s hope for the chance at touching without the armor.
He spins you around and kisses your lips. Soft and sweet and slow.
Honey honey honey
It’s his favorite. No other name could compare. Not idiot, not pest, not dummy, not angel or even darling.
Something about the promise of a future warms him and suddenly his weakness doesn’t seem so bad any longer.
Honorable mentions: sweetheart, love, doll, sweet pea, investment
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MY FAVORITES VOL. II🌸
Fics and authors that I highly recommend and think everyone should read
KAZ BREKKER
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graphology by @syllvane
take it slow by @amsgrey
call me what you like by @sophierequests
blood on your lies by @rubysunnday
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silent birthdays by @amourology
SPENCER REID
You Already Said Yes by @dr-spencer-reids-queen
Soft mornings by @gtgbabie0
The guaranteed way to get to sleep by @radiant-reid
Forehead kisses by @michelle-is-writing
Here for you by @weird-is-life
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Growing Pains by @imagining-in-the-margins
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ALONE TOGETHER by @eideticmemory +18
False confidence by @spencerreidswhore187
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Hi! I really like your work and was wondering if you do requests? If yes, I would like to suggest something...like it's more a prompt but idk why I see this with Kaz Brekker, so prolly Kaz Brekker X Reader or anyone you'd like to do
"If you do that again, I'll throw you out of the window you- what are you doing?"
"Checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it"
^this or like a rendition of it or something and you can put whatever you want in it
BUT I JUST READ "HUSH HUSH" AND THE WRITING IS SO BEAUTIFUL, ESPECIALLY THE ENDING
Thank you for requesting. I apologize for the wait.
Kaz Brekker x reader
angst, fluff, Kaz having feelings, hurt and comfort
The gloomy sky hung over Ketterdam like a noose. The filth of the streets complimenting the grungy grey with drip-stained rooftops bridging the space between murky sky and muddled ground.
You stepped onto the dock, legs like jelly from being out at sea for so long. Kaz was waiting for you, scowling and growling about the harbor. His disgruntled stare catches first on the scuffed heel of your boot as you lower yourself onto the tattered wooden planks of the dock. Then his eyes drift up to the gleam of the sunlight in your hair and the redness of your sun ravaged cheeks.
He'd think to call you beautiful but he's so angry right now he can hardly stand still. "You imbecile!" He seethes, teeth clenched and lips drawn back in a snarl.
Jesper drops onto the dock behind you, eyes wide with fright and mouth thinned in resignation. Another day, another job gone wrong. You'd been off your game for a few days now but this last heist put Kaz at his wit's end.
"Easy, Kaz," Inej murmurs as she moves out from behind Jesper. "Everyone did bad today."
You think you catch Kaz's eye twitch subtly. His murderous gaze lands on Miss Ghafa and then moves to Jesper.
"You're lucky we're in public." He turns and begins to limp his way down the dock.
A good sum of money had just gone down the drain. Some jewelry had been taken from a merchant's wife and she'd desperately wanted it back. The merchant offered to pay more than the jewelry was worth pawned and had enticed Dirtyhands into accepting the job. It was an easy job. Simple.
So why had it gone so poorly?
Well, for starters it'd been raining. The rooftops were slick and unfit for climbing. Even Inej had been struggling. Visibility was low which made things difficult for Jesper. The location and party was another thing entirely. An island, hard to get on and off of discreetly, was jammed full of gaudy lads and ladies prancing about a wedding venue.
The jewelry, a diamond necklace and matching pair of earrings all of which were worth your weight in kruge, were the last thing. They dangled from the lobes and clung to the fat throat of the bride. Difficult to procure.
You followed the tacky creature around the venue, trying to get in close enough to nab the items but the damn wedding party blocked you at every turn.
They complained noisily about the rain and about how it would ruin the wedding. Kaz hounded you about obtaining the pieces. You caught glimpses of him everywhere: tucked into an alley, ducking into the kitchens, stalking through the gardens.
You became a target of suspicion. None of the other guests knew you and you didn't have a plus one. Not to mention your constant approaching and then backing away from the bride couldn't have gone unnoticed.
It all came to a head when you finally got in close enough and made a grab for the pieces. The bride was in her dressing room after the ceremony, stripping off the necklace and earrings before slipping behind her the ornate dressing screen to step out of the frilly white dress. You hurriedly entered the room, not wanting to try Kaz's patience, and snatched the jewelry off the vanity.
The bride heard you come in and ripped back the folding screen. She saw you stuff the glittering diamonds into your pockets and screamed "THIEF!" for the whole island to hear.
You grimaced and dashed from the room but it was too late. All the guests were made aware of your juvenile failure at stealing and the struggle to get off the island began. In the hysteria that ensued, Kaz had gotten separated from the team so you returned on two separate boats. Hence his impatient prowl of the docks.
The trip back to the Slat was completely silent. You brooded over your failure. What was wrong with you? Why had you been so stupid?
The crew dispersed upon arrival, locking themselves in their rooms to mull over the mission. Kaz tapped your calf with his cane and nodded towards the stairs. The fix of his jaw and his glowering eyes told you all you needed to know.
You stomped up to his office, already angry because he was going to berate you more than you already had. Kaz slams the door behind you. "What is going on with you? You've been like this all week."
"I know."
"That's all you've got to say?"
"What else is there to say?"
Kaz's face goes red with rage. "You cost us the job! How can you not have anything to say? I should knock your teeth out and cut off your fingers for this! It was easy. How could you possibly have messed up this bad!"
"I'm sorry." You feel tears burning.
"That's not going to fix this. I can't have you on this team if you're going to be inconsistent. A mistake like this could cost us much more. Someone could die and that's on you."
You pull the necklace and earrings from your pocket and drop them on Kaz's desk. His eyes flicker to the diamonds and then back to you. He's upset you. He didn't mean to but all he can think about is if you had been caught. He'd have to go through so much trouble to get you back. And he would.
Gladly.
But what if you got hurt. What if they stuck you in the gallows or shipped you off somewhere he could not reach. But that had not happened. It was not physical pain nor the thought of prison sentence that was making you cry. It was him.
You were both aware of Kaz's feelings. Neither of you said anything but you both knew from the tender brushes of palms and long lasting gazes that something was lurking under the surface.
"Just," Kaz swallows when you turn away from him. "If you do that again-- mess up like that-- I'll throw you out of the window you... what are you doing?"
He watches you cross the room to the window, where rain drips from the soaked wooden window frame. "Checking how high the drop is," You glance back at him, fighting tears and trying to bring on a smile. "see if it's worth it."
Kaz sighs. There you are. Trying to make light of the situation. He looks at the heap of jewels on his desk. You did retrieve what he asked. He'd still get his money. And if he played his cards right he could still have you.
"Come're." He waves you over. The leather of his gloves groaning a little.
You arrive in front of him and Kaz raises a palm to your cheek. He doesn't touch, only lingers over the warm skin. He juggles emotions, anxiety and love hashing it out. He settles for a feather light sweep over your temple and a barely-there kiss to your forehead.
"Try not to provoke me."
"You wouldn't kill me."
"I don't even want to think about it."
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Kaz Trying to Show Affection
Kaz Brekker x reader
⚠️WARNING⚠️: violence, blood and gore, touch aversion, kaz damn near passing out from a panic attack
Enjoy this garbage!
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Mr. Brekker
Dirtyhands
Showing affection
It’s unthinkable
But affection, in some form, is necessary to a healthy relationship
Kaz isn’t stupid, clearly, and he knows he’ll have to either work through or find a way around his problems.
He’s also got too much pride to ask for help from his crew
So he starts with the verbal affection
Phase 1 step 1
“Come sit with me.”
“Come have a drink with me.”
“Help me with these plans will you.”
Invitations without threats
No ulterior motive other than your nearness
No black mailing
No money
This is his way of telling you that he cares for your company.
Whenever he wants comfort, he can’t vocalize it normally. It shows as ‘please’
“Please come closer.”
“Stay with me, please.”
step 2
“Hold my cane.”
“Hold my gloves.”
“Watch my hat so Jesper doesn’t try to swipe it.”
Trusting you with his prized possessions.
His cane especially, he’s trusting you to make sure nothing happens to it and that you get it to him when he needs it.
Then there’s the gloves. You know why he wears them. You understand why it’s hard for him to touch. It’s like he’s putting his heart into your hands.
He also thinks it’s adorable to see you clutching the worn leather gloves to your chest. You refuse the let them out of your hands because they are everything to Kaz and you won’t see them missing.
step 3
“That looks nice on you.”
“You should wear that color more often.”
“You always come through for me.”
Compliments
These aren’t hard for Kaz to think up. He always notices things he loves about you. He just needs practice at pointing them out
He has to do it when no one is around. So it’s less conspicuous
step 4
“Good morning, darling.”
“Sweetheart, have you got my gloves?”
“Come lay with me, my Honey.”
Pet names
Kaz needs you to know you’re special. And not just because of whatever skill set you add to the team, but because you really do mean something to him
He’d love it if you had one for him, only to be used in private.
Kaz also gets used to thanking you
“Thank you, darlin’”
Saying it is odd, he’s had to struggle and claw at everything he’s got. And for you to give something to him without him have to bleed for it
Babe, life is good
But it can get better
step 5
“I—I love you.”
This is the peak of his verbal affirmation. He can’t give you more than this. It’s admitting weakness.
What else do you want from Dirtyhands
Phase 2 step 1
Touching is a whole new battle
Oh how Kaz fights
It starts at his desk, across from each other. He sees your hand splayed on the table. Waiting. He slides his ungloved hand towards yours.
Fingertips brush. Just the tips.
He’s alright
The touch was so small and he trusts you so much
His breathing is deep but even
He leaves his hand touching yours for as the long as he can, which surprisingly is until he finishes studying some maps and a bit of paperwork
He works his way up from there
Clasping the ends of your fingers from about the second knuckle up.
Palms laying on top of each other
And finally, fingers interlocking
This is weeks of work right here
He’s so proud
He’d think to boast but it’s not in his nature
From there taking ahold of your arm or shoulder is pretty easy
He still gets panicky but he can manage
step 2
Kissing
Where to begin
Kaz has trouble breathing when you hold hands
How is he supposed to get close to your face with his and keep from hyperventilating
Oh but he tries
There’s several failed attempts that you both get a laugh out of
He’ll dip forward to kiss you and then chicken out, swaying back and snapping his fingers
He cusses himself out
It’s so cute
He’s giving it his best but Dirtyhands is struggling
One day he comes to and demands, “Just do it!”
You stare at him—wide eyed.
“What?”
“Just—kiss me.”
He’s standing stiff as a board. Fists clenched at his sides. Like he’s asking you to rip a bandage off.
You brag him but the waistcoat and pull him closer.
He closes his eyes, skin paling and shimmering with sweat. He’s already breathing hard.
“Come on.” He grits out.
You lay a gentle peck on his lips.
When you pull back, you pat his chest and he opens his eyes. They’re glossy. “Thank you—“ he breathes.
He’s practically drowning. But he just wanted to kiss you once.
He decides to start by kissing elsewhere first.
Your hand for starters
He’s comfortable with them. Eye contact becomes increasingly important. A way of communicating without speaking.
Next is your shoulder
Preferably when you’re getting dressed, he’ll lay a kiss on the skin before you tug on a shirt.
It’s brief. In passing. Easy.
Forehead comes next. Just above the brow and minimal contact.
Then the temple and jaw.
His lips brush so light they tickle. It’s so sweet to watch him. He often smiles afterwards. He’s triumphant, winning victory after victory.
It’s taken him months, maybe even years to get this far. And he’s so proud, so accomplished.
Your squishy cheeks are next. He actually enjoys nuzzling into the flesh. Planting wet kisses as he enjoys the sensation before the waters close in.
I forgot that he likes to kiss your nose, or tap it *boop* I have a feeling that his inner child always compels him to do it.
Then comes the lips.
Oh goody goody
You gave him that peck but he’s got to do it for himself
He does it as a surprise
He’s got to think of it terms he understands
Heists
He’s stealing a kiss
So into stealth mode he goes
You’re in the armchair reading, Kaz watches for a long time
Hyping himself up
There’s a break between when you lower the book to take a sip of water.
Excellent time to strike
He approaches as you reach for the cup
But then you clutch that stupid book in your hand while you drink
He’s about to have a fit
But no
He’s worked to hard for this
Besides, how many of his heists work with plan A
He stomps over, snatches the book from your hands, and captures your lips.
It’s so quick and messy
But he got the job done
When he stands back up, his lips glisten and he just nods
Congratulating himself
Bastard
The last type of kiss is the hardest
Your throat, when he first met you he wanted to slit it open and now—
Well he’d given anything to touch his lips to it
But this almost always proves too much
I think it’d be the proximity of contact
With every other kiss he can isolate the touch
But when he leans in to kiss your neck, your jaw and shoulder are standing guard
You tilt your head to the side and drop your shoulder but still
This type of kiss never ends well, usually with him scampering off to fight a panic attack
But the feel of his velvety soft lips is intoxicating
Phase 3
Gift giving
Like a crow, if you reward him he will bring back trinkets time and again.
Little snacks he nabs from street vendors
Pretty jewelry he swipes on heists
Your favorite paintings he robs from museums and manors.
Pretty things he finds
All for you
This is simple and easily in his wheel house
He likes to steal pretty hair clips and ribbons, sometimes right out of a girl’s hair, at clip them into your hair himself.
He really likes to play with your hair whether it’s long or short.
He likes to slide rings onto your fingers
Slap bracelets on your wrists
Clip a necklace around your neck
And if you’re sitting down, he’ll lift one of your feet into his lap and slip and anklet around your ankle.
You’ll wake up to tea and waffles at your bedside
He’ll leave his coat draped over the arm of your favorite reading chair on cold days
He’s even allowed you to wear his gloves when he notices that stuffing your hands in your pockets is no longer keeping them warm
Speaking of pockets
Kaz slips stuff in there all the time
You name it, he’s probably stuck it in your pockets at least once
Usually little snacks and small trinkets but he once managed a whole waffle without you noticing
Creeps you out a little bit he’s trying his best
Phase 4 Injury
This hurts kaz the most because he knows you need him and he’s can’t hardly touch you
It kills him inside
But your blood on his hands will live forever in his memory like Jordie
He freezes up
He’s helpless
This is one of the rare times you’ll see him cry
He’s so lost and scared and it actually shows through the cracks of his facade
He watches you bleed and just cries
Once you get treated he’s by your side all the time. Waiting on you hand and foot
Many times you’ve woken up to him holding your hand while he’s dead asleep sitting in a chair next to your bed
He’ll change his bandages, prying away the soiled dressings and applying new ones. It’s his apology for being useless
About that crying, if you bring it up he just shakes his head and changes the subject
He won’t give on that, you are hurt right now and his focus is completely on you
Phase 5 cuddling + hugging
When you’re bothered encumbered with layers of clothing it’s surprisingly easy, he asks you to put your arms around him, so he doesn’t think of his brother’s dead body
He’ll stroke the back of your head and kiss your temple.
When he does get the strength to hug you back, it’s gentle
He just rests his arms on you
Then the coats come off and he has to do it all over again
Laying in bed together takes a long time but once he gets there he wants to try spooning, him being the little spoon
A because when he holds you he gets the sense of floating with his brother Jordie
And B because he likes to be held
Cuddling must be planned
None of that surprise business
He wants to see you coming
Touches must be light for the cuddles to last
He can’t stand being smothered
Now whenever Kaz does hold you, he’s cradling you like a sack of Kruge
Talk about princess treatment
Finally Phase 6 showering and bathing
Note that this portion contains nudity but no actual smut
This arguably takes the longest to get to in the relationship
You didn’t even think to bring it up
In fact it was him who asked you to showering with him
Bare, wet skin
The lights are low, candles burning at their ends.
Kaz has you turned with your back to him. He washes your hair. His fingers ghost over the nape of your neck and your shoulders.
Damn he’s so in love with you it’s not even funny
See you so close to him, so intimately, is nerve racking
He’s got you turned away so you can’t see the panic in his eyes. He’s battling it as watches droplets of water run down your skin.
The water his warm, steam clouds the glass walls. You are warm, so unlike a corpse
For a moment he’s not touch you at all,
And then his lips are pressed to the bone at the base of your neck.
Neither of you say anything
You just let the kiss live in the moment and stay unlabeled
As for bathing
This is a hard one, the submersion, body against body, this is probably the one thing he can never do
It’s to much like the barge. To much like clutching onto Jordie it that awful harbor.
So don’t ever expect a bath with him. You may help him on occasion. When he’s sore from a mission
If you’ll wash his hair and knead his shoulders, he’ll be grateful but there’s no getting in the tub with each other.
Now there’s the stuff you don’t see
We all know about Kaz fingering out some dude’s eye because he stabbed Inej.
But if it were you instead of Inej
Kaz has done unspeakable things in your name
Some bastard looking at you for too long
Kazzle Dazzle is instantly jealous
A good beating ought to do the trick.
If someone were to lay their hand on you, they better say goodbye to that hand
There may be a few people walking around Ketterdam missing one or two limbs
Kaz doesn’t tell you about these things
He prefers you not to know Dirtyhands
If you have guy friends though, you better watch it because them besties may learn a few things from Kaz
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What Does Kaz Brekker do when you cry?
If it’s because you’re injured:
Kaz struggles to comfort because he doesn’t know what it’s like to feel comforted and therefore is terribly inexperienced at giving it.
Especially when you are in pain. What is he to do? What is he to say?
Well, he knows when you get mad about things you either like to brood by yourself or you come sit in his office and rant. Why is it that you come to his office?
Is it because everyone else is somehow busier than he is and can’t be bothered to listen to you? That idea upsets him because he knows his crows and he know they’d never do that to you and live to see another day.
Could it possibly be the proximity to him? Does his presence help you sort things out?
That sounds good. So he pulls up a chair and sits at your bedside if only to be near you. This seems to work a little.
As Nina works on cleaning a cut, you’re struggling to bite back whimpers and groans. He can clearly read the pain in your eyes and the set of your jaw.
Later, when it’s just you and him, he reads quietly as you nap. He’s slouched in the chair, one hand prodding his temple. Then you stir.
You seem to gasp a bit, and then you’re crying. Why are you crying? You clutch at your side where the wound is. And then it clicks. You need some pain medication.
Kaz administers it himself, making sure to give you the proper dosage. He can’t really touch you, but you may feel the drag of the leather tips of his gloves along your cheek as he ticks away strands of hair.
Injuries are difficult because he cannot remove the pain with just his words. It isn’t something you can talk through but rather something a hug and a kiss might help which he can’t give you.
If it’s because he’s upset you:
Apologies are rough for this man. I picture two instances: when he finds you crying, and when you cry in front of him.
Say you have an argument and Kaz says some very unkind things in the Dirtyhands fashion.
If you simply exit his office and leave him to consider his outburst, Kaz feels himself wither. He knows you are now very mad. He’s experienced with people being angry with him, they usually want to kill him and maybe you do which poses many problems for him. But he doesn’t know how to quell anger.
So he sits and schemes for an excruciatingly long time. Too long.
Because when he finally figures something out and leaves his office to attend to you, you’re crying. And he has to redo all his plans.
When you turn to him with watery eyes he just can’t—WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO!?!!!
It’s awkward because the two of you just stand there looking at each other.
Kaz tries to speak. He really does. But he’s no good at this. So he comes to another set of decisions. Pull himself together enough to give physical comfort or suck up his pride and apologize.
He musters up some courage and peace of mind, and steps closer. His gloved hands cup your cheeks and he thumbs away a few tears. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “Didn’t mean to make you so upset.”
Now if you start crying in his office, Kaz just wants to bury himself six feet under. Talk about instant regret. He goes pale as an icicle and starts to sweat.
He slaps himself internally and finds his way out of his desk chair and in front of you. His hands are on your shoulders and he’s budding you look at him. This actually goes a little better than the other instance because he has to work on the fly and doesn’t have time to over complicate things.
He just wants you to stop crying because he hates the idea that he’s made you upset enough to cry.
When he finally chokes out an apology it sounds half-assed but I’m actuality it’s the best he can do because he’s panicking and doesn’t know what to do about anything.
Miscellaneous:
Regardless of the reason that you’re crying, the outcome is the same. You’re met with an awkward and unsure Kaz Brekker.
In his heart he knows that he’s not doing this right and that he’s not comforting you how he should be. But there’s the small matter of his touching issue and his inexperience.
Kaz has never been face to face with difficulties regarding his weakness as often as he has been with you. He wants to do the things that normal people do but alas, he’s not normal.
So while you’re upset, know that he really does care and that he’s trying his best. Kaz would do anything for you within the proper time frame. He will find a way to make things better for you regardless of the situation.
Side Note:
I imagine that Kaz has made himself cry because he made you cry. He just feels so terribly awful about the whole experience and worries that he hasn’t helped.
He’s so overcome that when he catches a moment by himself, he might shed a few tears out of fear and shame.
#kaz brekker x reader#crooked kingdom#shadow and bone#six of crows#yourfellowfandomfiend#kaz#kaz brekker#kaz x reader
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What the Sully Boys do when they find you crying
Neteyam, Lo’ak, Jake,
⚠️WARNING⚠️: crying, talks of injury
Pleas enjoy this garbage
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Neteyam: Distraction
You’re along on the shoreline, crouched in the waves and poking at the sand. Fat tears are rolling down your cheeks as you repeatedly stab your finger into the soft wet sediment. Neteyam has been looking for you for about an hour now. You’d disappeared after dinner, visibly upset and oddly quiet. He was unfamiliar with the island still. He did not know the rocky alcoves or tide pools like he knew the forest. It’s no wonder you’d sought out solitude here. The lay of the land provided perfect little nooks and crannies to hide oneself and find some peace and quiet.
Neteyam does not speak as he approaches; making sure his footsteps are extra loud so as not to startle you. You hardly glance at him. He squat next to you and places a firm hand on the small of your back. He watches your finger jab and carve at the sand for a time. He doesn’t know what’s gotten under your skin and why you don’t want to tell him but he will wait. His fingers begin to trail up your spine.
The smells of salt and fish permeate the air. The waves lap haphazardly in their lazy dance against the shore. Wind is rustling through the fronds and trees. In the distance an ilu whistles to its rider.
“Do you want to go for a swim with me?” He finally looks at your, surveys you year stained face. “I’ve been wanting to practice diving and you’re better than me.”
You nod and straighten up. At least in the ocean he won’t see your tears. Neteyam loops his fingers through yours and begins to stomp through the oncoming waves. You squeeze his warm palm, feeling the scrape of his hard earned callouses.
Neteyam hasn’t known you for too long. Only just meeting you when his family arrived at the Metkayina’s doorstep. He’d caught your eager eyes studying him through the crowd of people gathering on the beach.
You lingered on the azure tint of his skin and the set of his eyes. While you’d known of the Na’vi you’d never met anyone from the jungles and forests. When it came time to teach the foreigners the way of water, you’d diligently set to helping Tsiyera.
The ocean rose up over your knees, salty water licking at your thighs. You school your lungs into sucking oxygen and your body dips forward. Neteyam dives in after you, limbs still a little unsure of the proper stroke. The sandy seabed brushes along your belly as you peel away from the shoreline. The sky is darkening but you can still get in a few dives.
Neteyam trails along by your side, struggling to match your speed. You peer over your shoulder and analyze his technique. You edge closer to him. Fingers and forearms touch occasionally.
You’d always thought he was boyishly cute but recently, his maturity has shown through. He’s more compassionate than you’d have thought and his dedication as a good friend has made you want him to mean something more.
Whether or not he feels the same way is unclear. But he doesn’t seem to mind being alone with. He did seek you out. Minutes ago he’d had his hand on your skin and you could still feel it’s phantom presence.
You’re still bothered. Wanting to cry, still crying. He can see in your downturned expression that you’re shaken. He shifts closer as subtly as he can manage. You slow down as a school of brightly scaled fish rush by. Neteyam’s knuckles brush against yours. He points to the surface. His face looking a little purple. He needs a breath.
The ascent is quick and before long your heads break the waves. Neteyam soaks up the oxygen and his skin returns to its normal shade of deep blue.
“Can I ask why you’re upset?” His arms swing through the water as he treads.
“Just… a little trouble at home. Don’t really wanna talk about it.”
Neteyam tilts his head kindly and nods. His hand catches yours mid tread and he yanks you closer. His arms wrap around you as you both sink. He nuzzled his nose into your cheek and plants a small kiss along the underlying bone.
When you lets you he’s kicking back to the surface so he can prepare for another dive.
“What was that supposed to mean?” You ask him.
“Haven’t you figured out already that I like you?”
“Oh-“ the thought was only a hope and a wish, nothing more than a fleeting longing. But you no longer feel like crying and Neteyam is already disappearing beneath the waves again.
Lo’ak: Confrontation
Your feet dip up and down with the roll of the water as your ilu coasts along the reef. You watch the stars glimmer in the sky. Their light so faint next to the reflection of Jupiter. The wind nips at you skin, skewing your angry tears all across the bridge of your nose and cheeks.
Tsiyera has been impeccably kind to you since you arrived. Helping you out with diving and swimming and other practices around the clan. The others, Aonung and Rotxo and even some of Tsiyera’s close friends, have been doing all they can to chase you out.
Your parents had been killed in the war with the humans. Trampled by the merciless machines and ruthless bastards. Neytiri had grown up alongside your mother, and was kind enough to assist Mo’at in raising you.
You and Lo’ak weren’t exactly best buds growing up. You fought all the time and his attitude always drove you crazy. But you’d become fond of each other in recent years. He talked your ear off the whole way to the Metkayina islands, venting all of his frustrations about his family and the move.
You still bickered on occasion and Lo’ak often said stupid things he didn’t mean. But now he’s made the effort to actually apologize. It’s because he likes you, or so Neteyam says.
The sound of an ilu breaking the surface a feet feet behind you disrupts your brooding. You smear away the tears and straighten up. When you turn to meet the intruder, Lo’ak beams.
“Thought I’d never find you! We’re just about to eat, you should come joi-have you been crying?” Lo’ak’s head tilts to the side as he glances over your face.
No sense in hiding it. Better to change the subject. So you nod, “Let’s go get dinner.”
“Wait,” Lo’ak scoots forward. You adjust the direction you ilu faces and dive. “Wait!”
Lo’ak, ungracefully, dips beneath the waves and trails along behind you. His ilu is faster and he gains ground quicker than you can run. His hand snags your elbow and jerks you upwards. Both ilus tilt to the sky and breach.
When you catch a breath you’re ready to chew him out. But the concern etched in his expression holds your tongue. He’s still clutching your elbow. “Why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing, Lo’ak. I swear.”
“If you’re out by yourself, crying, it can’t just be nothing.”
There’s something in his eyes that makes you wonder if Neteyam is right. Lo’ak brings you closer, grabbing onto your other arm. “You can’t tell me anything. I know I’m an ass sometimes but I don’t ever want you to be upset like this.”
“Just Aonung and his friends. Please don’t do anything stupid.”
“Someone has to stop them.”
“Just— won’t you stay with me for a while?”
Lo’ak freezes up. He wants to hear you ask again and if the situation were different he would tease you. But there are still tears threatening to spill down your sweet face. Killing the chief’s son can wait.
Your ilu squeals unhappily as Lo’ak pulls you closer. His arms wind around your shoulders and his forehead meets yours. His bright amber irises flicker left and right as he watches your reaction.
You reach for him, feeling the lean muscle of his torso under your arms as you leave his forehead and rest against his cheek. You can smell the salt in his hair from the hours in the water. The roughness of his palms against your back. His rapid heartbeat faint between the skins of your chests.
“Next time come to me first.” He whispers, squeezing your shoulders and pulling away. “This way justice can be dealt faster. Now let’s go before mom gets mad.”
Jake:
When you and Neytiri are assigned the job of educating Jake Sulley about the Na’vi, you aren’t happy. This dreamwalker is nothing but an imbecile that Neytiri should have shot when she found him.
But over the weeks of his company, you find the charm in his ruggedness. Jake is rough around the edges. It’s pretty obvious. But he likes to please. For him, learning your ways isn’t a mission anymore. It’s his purpose.
Not because he wants to see your people moved. But because he wants to see you happy. He watches your face light up whenever he gets something right. The smile that spreads across your face brings him some clarity.
Once he realizes he’s competing smitten, he decides he can’t hide it anymore. He needs to tell the clan about what’s coming.
You’re heartbroken to say the least. He lied to you. He’d been lying to you for months. The image of your eyes glazing over with tears is burned into the synapses of his brain. It nearly kills him when you turn away and run.
It’s one disaster after another. He’s kicked out and tied up. The home tree is burned. The people perish. And then it’s all over. He defeats the unites the clans and defeats the sky people. But it all happens so fast.
Your mind whirs. You crawl along the thick vines the link the floating mountains. Seeking a little refuge and peace of mind. An ikran screeches in the distance. You slip into the trees. The ikran call is louder, closer. There’s the familiar WHOOSH of strong wings beating against the air. Jake’s echoes through the foliage. The ikran lands on the vines, squawking and squealing as Jake dismounts.
You hardly been able to speak to Jake since the war. You’re just so jarred with everything and you don’t know what to do. You sought solitude through hunting, giving to your people whatever you brought back. Your ikran had been killed in the war, shot out of the sky.
You remember the fall. The winding swallowing you up as you careened towards the jungle. Another hunter had snagged you. The force of the catch dislocating your shoulders when the talons of the ikran closed around your arms. The pain felt through the bond still resonated in your nerves. You were forced out of the fight.
Looking at Jake now, as he turns to the thicket you’re hiding in, makes the memories come back. The tears come without warning. Choking your throat and stinging your skin.
Jake knows right where you are. He hears the sniffling and choking. His hearts breaks a little more. This is his fault. He’s turned your life upside down and he doesn’t know if he can ever make it right.
“Please, come out.” Jake finds a lump in his throat. “I—“
Can’t go on without you.
Can’t breathe without out you.
You emerge from the bushes, helplessly restraining tears. Jake takes you in his arms, squeezing you so tight.
“Come for a ride with me?” He knows now is not the time to try and smooth things over. You’re too hurt and he doesn’t want to dig. “Just for a bit.”
You bury your face in the crook of his neck. His voice rumbles against your cheek. You nod and allow him to pull you towards the ikran.
The ride is quiet, you sit behind him and rest on his shoulder. His heartbeat thunders in your ear, calming your own and the tears stop all on their own.
#avatar#avatar x reader#jake sully x reader#Neteyam x reader#lo’ak x reader#avatar the way of water#yourfellowfandomfiend
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hi, i recently read your avatar submissions. i would like to request some dating rotxo headcanons with an omaticayan reader. please include things like:
dates
courting
what his friends think (Ao'nung, Tsireya)
what reader's friends think (The Sully kids)
just basic cute fluff
please and thank you
Dating Rotxo as an Omaticayan
Dates
The first time he sees you he’s smitten
Suddenly he’s eager to help the foreigners out if only to talk to you
He’s a little shy and awkward at first
Unsure of how to act with strangers
What if your ways of courting are different than his.
Tsireya has to give him a pep talk and finally convince him to just go for it.
So you start talking
It’s mostly just friendly conversation at first
He’s trying to show you the ways of the Metkayina
He teaches you the hand signs and breathing techniques and how to ride an ilu
Tsireya makes it so
Eventually he’ll ask you to come hunt with him
He knows you’re still unsure of yourself in the water so he takes you to the island’s jungle.
You’ve spent so long learning the Metkayina’s ways that hunting in the jungle feels odd
Still, he lets you do the shooting
He compliments you the whole time, not only because he likes you but because your methods fascinate him
Then he’ll take you home and help you prepare whatever you’ve shot
That’s how your first date would go
After that it’s just going back and forth between showing you his world and taking a gander of yours
He likes to take you on canoe rides or on deep dives
He loves to watch you hunt on land. The way you maneuver through the trees will never cease to amaze him
Courting
For the Metkayina, courting means showing off in attempts to impress
How good are their skills in the water? How much time are they wanting to spend with whomever they’re courting?
Rotxo likes to impress and he’s very good at it
For him, he likes to show how polished his skills are
Maybe he can’t do the most fancy tricks but he’s damn near most efficient
He’s smooth and graceful
Especially during his rites as he journeys to become a man
He’s putting on a show
He’ll introduce you to his spirit brother, the talking is happy to see Rotxo so excited about something
He may even consider matching tattoos further along in the relationship
What his friends think
Tsireya is fangirling
She thinks it’s just so cute
She’s always pairing you two when you are learning
She’s always sneaking glances and winking at Rotxo
When you go on your first date she bubbling over with excitement
Sometimes she’ll round up Lo’ak and the four of you will go an a double date of sorts
Ao’nung is perplexed at first
He can’t fathom that one of his buddies already has someone to spend their time with
He starts to miss Rotxo a little bit because they mess around as much as they did
But once he sees how desperately Rotxo wants to please you, he sucks it up and becomes the best wingman alive
He takes into account that you are Omaticayan and he suggests taking you hunting so you’d be in your element
Once that first date is a success he’s totally on board because he likes to scheme about dating plans with Rotxo
What your friends think
Kiri loves teasing
So once she finds out it’s over for you
Neteyam too
Lo’ak talks a lot with you about dates and lessons
He’s floating in the same boat as you and it’s nice to have someone to talk to about it
Tuk is just excited
You’ve got a boyfriend and she’s always wanting to be in your business
She just thinks it’s really cute and wants to know all the juicy details
Jake is just proud that you’re fitting in well enough and Neytiri is skeptical
But then she remembers Jake is a dreamwalker and she never really says anything else about it
The sullys totally help you out though
Kiri makes sure to braid your hair just right, and talks with you about game plans
What to do when Rotxo does or says this
It’s almost like strategizing your way through war.
Miscellaneous
Rotxo trails you like a puppy
He just… adores you… so much
He’s always staring at you with these lovestruck eyes but when you catch him he looks away bashfully
He drops spices off to your Marui and checks in on you systematically
He likes long walks with you where you can just talk
He especially loves ilu rides
They’re just so easy and fun
He’s a great cuddler too
Of it ever comes down to it, if he gets his arms around dying they ain’t comin’ off.
I could see him learning to prepare treats so he has something to give you whenever he asks you on a date
He’ll occasionally smack your tail with his when you’re walking just so you glare at him and smack him back
It gives him the chills whenever you run your finger along his wide wrist
He knows you’re just looking at the fin but something about it is just so sweet
Cheek kisses too
This man, loves him a good cheek kiss
When he picks you up for a date and drops you off, he’s always sure to land a good smooch on your cheek.
He also loves splaying his hand under yours so that your fingers interlock
Because your shade of blue is darker than his, it creates this really cool pattern that he loves.
Sometimes he’ll hold up his forearm and slide it against yours until the stripes start to match up
He also likes to trace the glowing dots on your skin whenever it’s dark
Especially when they lead him to your nose which he always taps affectionately
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Newt Scamander Relationship Headcanons
If you're a witch/wizard:
I feel like you might know of each other if you went to Hogwarts together
If you're foreign you met because you work as a healer
He comes in one day, the cutiest cutie pie that you've ever seen
He's got a gnarly burn on his forearm that extends up onto his palm and burns are one of your specialities
He comes in, sets his brief case down right next to him, and keeps one hand on it the entire time that you're treating him
He refuses to look into your eyes
You catch him glancing at you though and on one such occasion his cheeks turn pink and the smallest smile graces his lips
One of the buckles on his case flies open and you jump
That's never happened before
Then this small, black, platypus-like creature squeezes itself through the seams of the case
You nearly pass out
"WHAT IS THAT?!"
"So sorry, that's uh, that's a niffler."
He scoops it up and quickly shuffles it back into the case.
As he's doing so a green stick figure emerges from his breast pocket
"This is Pickett." He says once he notices your eyes fixated on the bowtruckle
"What are these creatures?"
He begins to explain...
And then he can't stop
As you fix up the burn, with great difficulty as he begins to wave his hands about animatedly, he describes to all the magical creatures that he's studying
You're endlessly fascinated
The visit ends too quickly and he's hurrying on his way
He comes in again and again
He even requests to be treated by you
A friendship blossoms
Soon after he's wanting to take you to tea
Just a nice little date in a quiet cafe
Once, he lets you inside his case
It's perhaps one of the most magnificent things you've ever seen
You become one of his greatest blessings as you don't even charge him for visits
You're just happy to be with him
He's astonished with all the things you know
He comes in with strange wounds and you've treated each with such care and finesse
If you're a muggle:
You'll meet via the niffler
It literally jumps from his case and into your pocket, trying to snatch your watch
You're both just standing in line at a food stand or a cafe
You feel this weight fall into your pocket and something furry brushes against your wrist
You startle and look down to see an animal trying to cram it's chunky little body into your coat pocket
You freak
Luckily Newt is there to put the niffler away and apologize
He hands you your watch and keeps apologizing
"What is that?" You're trying to stay calm
"Nothing to worry about, really, I am so sorry about that."
And then he looks at you
Like really looks at you
He stares for quite some time before he realizes how awkward the situation is
The next time you meet is when you're at central park
You're sitting on a bench, reading a book
You feel a tugging sensation near your ankle
That same little creature is pulling on the buckle of your shoe
That same man appears, scolding the beast as he shoos it into a brief case
You notice that the brief case doesn't have a bottom
It just turns to darkness
"Good glory!"
By now he seems to have acknowledged your presence
"So sorry... Oh it's you again."
He staring again
"Sorry, your eyes are just-oh nevermind."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, my name is Newt Scamander."
"Hello, Mr. Scamander. Now that we've met twice, so you mind telling me what that animal is? I've never seen anything like that."
"I'm afraid I really can't tell you, it's-it's just a special creature of mine."
You go to close your book, your bookmark a simple sketch you'd made earlier
He sees it and his eyes light up
"Did you draw that?"
"I did, actually."
"Wow, that's really a remarkable drawing." He says
It's just a picture of a dog catching a ball
"You made it look so lively."
"Oh, it's just a quick sketch that I did."
"But it really is quite lovely. How long did it take you to get that good?"
And then the relationship takes off.
He plops down on the bench and listens intently as you tell him about your art and then your other interests
He tells you that he's a magizoologist but corrects himself to zoologist
Magi-zoologist
What is that?!
He asks if you would do commissions for your sketches
You tell him that it's always been a hobby and no one has ever asked for you to draw anythung
He sits still for a moment
Considering something
Then his hand digs into his breast pocket
And out comes a little green leaf-like creature
He calls it a bowtruckle
You're quite literally enchanted with it
You draw it out for him
You meet for a date later that week and things just flourish
General:
He gets back from long trips and will just drape himself over you
Maybe your on the couch or cooking something in the kitchen
He comes up and just leans his whole body on you
Keeps pictures of you all over his case
Just wants you near when he's away
His creature taking a liking to you pretty fast
Except for Pickett
He feels you'll take Newt away
Dougal likes to cling to your shoulder
The niffler likes your pockets (both for change and because they're comfortable
Newt enjoys sitting back on the sofa with, an arm around your, feet on the coffee table
You just talk
Talk about your day and his work
He really takes the stage when you ask about new creatures he's been studying
If you work at the ministry, you and Theseus are good friends
Depending on your department
You may try and help restrict the hunting of magical creatures
Newt appreciates this very much
You also help smooth things over when he gets into trouble
Queenie is always telling you how cute it is inside Newt's head
"I swear, every other thought is about you."
You talk to Bunty a lot
You'll help her out when Newt is busy
You don't go on dates very often
But you spend as much time together as possible
He is literally attached to your hip
Might stick his wand in your pocket instead of his because you're always so close
Is a huge fan of cuddling but doesn't know how to ask
Cheek and forehead kisses
Holding hands
I feel he likes herbal teas
Doesn't strike me as the person who is big on sweets but he might bring you one of Jacob's every now and then
Give him hugs
Give him kisses
He'll never complain
If you fall asleep before he does, he'll whisper about how much he loves you
Trusts you with his case, he knows you'd never do anything to put his creatures in danger
It's always so sweet when he gets back from helping someone and he steps off the train, or the boat, and he smiles so widely when he sees you standing there with his case
He'll hug you so tightly
Even though you're in public
Give a short kiss
And whisper "I love you" as he guides you away from the station
Dear Reader,
Thank you so much for reading. If you'd like to request go ahead. If you just want to talk, feel free to message me. Stay safe and have a nice day. Love you!
-the author
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