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love-strawberry · 2 years

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crestfallen on the landing

summary : he was really grateful that she didn't ask anything of him, but one day, she finally does.

pairing : kaz brekker x reader

warnings : language, angst

author's note : HIIIIIIII!! im so fucking sorry everyone for being so inactive on updating here, i really am. but im here now!! i'll try my best to be on here more regularly :'),,, so kaz might be a bit ooc here and this is pure angst okay?? let me know if u want a part ii,, love u a sm <3 requests are open!!!

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y/n y/l/n had her fair share of regrets in her life.

she had made mistakes—some of which she could never come back from but in the end, if someone were to ask her if she was happy, she wouldn't have thought twice about saying yes.

she hadn't had the perfect life, but in the rundown building, full of life with her closest friends—family was a better word; she knew that it wouldn't get better than this.

but then kaz came along.

it wasn't as if he wasn't there before—he was, but he was just kaz then. kaz brekker, bastard of the barrel, dirtyhands, owner of the crow club, leader of the dregs—an asshole to the ones close to him.

but now, he was kaz.

the love of her life, the man who could talk hours on the hand about the most complex and near impossible heist and she would consider it music. the man whom she had loved more than she had ever loved anything, the one who made the dark alleys of the barrel seem like her home and it was.

her home was wherever he was.

he made the small rundown building with a crooked structure and broken staircase feel like home. just like he made the four walls of his office appear like a paradise to her.

their relationship hadn't really been a surprise to the crows, but still, it was a pretty big deal. curses were thrown around, people were threatened and money was made but the crows had never been happier with these two.

their relationship at first was stolen glances, half quirked lips, small nods and feather like touches on the shoulders. it was searching of the other's eye in a room full of people and it was staying awake till three in the morning, waiting for your other half to come back from a job.

then, it was calm. it was catching your lover's eyes from across the room and feeling your heartbeat slow down. it was looking over your shoulder and knowing that they had your back. it was finding your favourite coffee on the dining table in the morning when you woke up late and it was having your favourite thing for lunch at your desk without asking.

and now, y/n hoped it would be eyes that spoke a thousand words, meaningful glances and a lifelong aggreement on the roof where they had first met.

she hoped it would a lifetime of happiness.

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if there was one thing kaz brekker liked about y/n y/l/n, it was that she never asked anything of him.

she never complained about lack of physical contact, she never disagreed with him on the topic of his job and she never asked him to push more than he could.

she understood and he swore that for a moment, he believed that he could love her.

never in a million years to come, he would've been able to guess that he'd have someone. someone he could truly call his own.

in his mind, his relationship was pretty simple. it wasn't kisses in the dark and hands on her waist, it was small whispers in the alleys before a job and it was the slight touch of his gloves on her hands before he went off on a job.

they were great together, kaz knew that much. and they didn't really have problems in their relationship except for the occasional fight about changing the wallpaper in his office and decorating the slat—something both jesper and nina backed her up on.

which is why, he was surprised when she asked him to meet her on the rooftop where they had first met.

and he was even more surprised to see her sitting with her back to the railing, fiddling with her fingers and tapping her foot rhythmically.

"y/n?" kaz called out, his voice a rasp from the december cold. he was wearing his usual attire but regretted not wearing more layers when y/n told him to.

"kaz—hi!" y/n stood up from her place on the ground swiftly and made her way to where he was standing near the exit with her satchel clutched tightly in her hands.

"you wanted to meet me here?" kaz questioned, trying his absolute best not to let his voice come out all cold and demanding but he knew that y/n wouldn't make anything if it.

"oh, yes—" y/n trailed away and for a moment, kaz thought he saw panic and fear in her eyes but she quickly turned away and kaz decided that it was just a trick of the moonlight. "—one second, it's here. please, saints, don't tell me i forgot it—"

kaz watched her with slightly upturned lips as she looked through her satchel and shook his head to remain more serious.

"what is it?"

"have patience, i almost found it."

"found wha—"

his voice trailed away as y/n sighed with relief and turned to him with something in her hand and kaz almost wished that the moon was tricking him and that it was just a play of light.

"it's a ring?" kaz swallowed as he felt the world grew hot and held his cane a bit tighter.

"it's an antique ring," y/n corrected.

"and—" kaz struggled to say the next words, praying to all the saints that inej believed in that she would just say that she had brought it to show it to him. that's all. "—why do you have it?"

y/n's smile had faded a bit but she she shook her head, smiling more brightly than she was before and held out her hand, a good few inches away from kaz, holding the ring up so that he could see it.

"it's—uh," y/n spoke in a whisper, her eyes flickering across kaz's face in uncertainty, "it's for you."

kaz sucked in a sharp breath and looked down. when he looked up, there was not trace of a smile on y/n's face.

"i—" kaz stopped as he tried to string sentences together in his mind in a way that sounded the least harsh, "don't know what to say."

"you and not knowing what to say?" y/n laughed sadly and kaz wanted nothing more than to take back what had already escaped his mouth and make it right. "i mean—deep down i knew this was a possibility but i—i ruled it out. my mistake, right there."

"y/n—" kaz started but she help you her hand and he grew quiet.

"why—i mean, i know that we're still young but we're almost in our late twenties and i know that our lifestyle is not ideal for having a life full of domesticity but we don't have to do that—" y/n spoke rapidly, sounding like it hurt to speak, "—we can be kaz and y/n, stealing from the rich and living in the slat. why, kaz? why?"

kaz brekker didn't have a reason.

he didn't have a reason as to why he couldn't say yes to her. he didn't have a have a reason why it was so hard for him to finally accept something good and something pure and not tainted in life.

but because he was kaz brekker, he always had to get in the last world but this time, he almost wished saints cut his tongue cause nothing would ever make him forget the look on her face as he spoke.

"because in order to marry someone, you actually have to love them. we don't have that."

it had been a blur after that. there was a door slammed and he could practically hear inej sharping her knives to kill him. it had started raining but kaz took no notice.

guilt blossomed in his chest, regret was wrapping like poison ivy around him and cutting off his breath till he was was choking in the blood of the love that he may had killed.

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for y/n, it had been months since she was not able to tell the difference between the rain and her tears.

she made her way threw the narrow alleys, her dagger out and positioned in her hand like it was meant to kill and on a night like this, it was.

she quickly reached the slat and made her way up the stairs to her room, just wanting to lay in bed and add another regret to her list.

she had just finished changing from her wet clothes when a knock sounded at the door—a rhythmic pattern that she herself had taught the sharpshooter.

"jes, i really don't wanna talk right now," y/n called out weakly, her voice giving out halfway between and she cursed as she knew that he would definitely come in now. "just—close the door."

"hey," jesper peeked out from behind the door, taking in her tear stained cheeks and frowned. "what happened?"

"uh—i," y/n's voiced cracked and jesper instantly took a seat beside her on her bed and placed a hand on her should, "i messed it all up."

"don't say that," jesper protested as he wiped her tears. "no, whatever happened, we'll figure it out. what did he say?"

"he didn't have to say anything for me to know that it was 'no' from him," y/n said as she sniffled, the ring feeling so heavy in her pocket. "it's about what he said after."

"oh no, what'd he say?" jesper's face dropped and y/n almost wanted to smile at how horror struck he looked.

"he said that in order for people to marry, they have to love eachother and him and i don't have that," y/n said and her eyes instantly started to sting as his voice played on a loop over and over again in her head.

"okay, wow," jesper scoffed as he looked away. "i—i cannot be—"

his voice muffled after that as y/n pulled out the ring from her pocket and stared at the initials she had gotten engraved. a small 'k' for kaz and a crow next to it.

she looked over it in her hand and wondered that if that ring was so ugly that it made kaz say no.

"—and to say that—"

"is the ring ugly?" y/n interrupted jesper from his rant as she shoved the ring in his face.

"...what?"

"the ring. is it ugly?" y/n repeated slowly.

"uh—no, it's not," jesper spoke, although a bit confused.

"am i ugly?"

"what?! no, of course not, y/n/n," jesper said seriously, looking at her through crazed eyes. "what made you think that?"

"is there something wrong with me then?" y/n ignored his questions, her head running wild.

"no! no. no, listen to me," jesper started as took the ring out of her hand and placed it on her bedside table, "there's nothing wrong with you. you're perfect and anyone would so lucky to have you. kaz is an idiot who doesn't know what's in front of him and i'm telling you, he's gonna regret it—letting you go, that is.

"now, chin up and get some rest," jesper finished with a soothing smile as he stood up. "saints know you need."

"i'll tell the others in the morning," y/n nodded, moving the stacks of papers on her bed to the floor, "yeah, that sounds good."

"okay," jesper agreed, "but don't feel compelled to do so, alright? tell everyone else on your own accord."

"i will," y/n smiled at her friend gratefully before getting up and hugging him. "thank you, jes. i honestly don't know what i would do without you."

"you won't have to ever find out," jesper said, hugging her just as tightly, "i promise. i'll be here, forever and a day after that."

y/n couldn't say anything but with the way she hugged him with everything in her and whispered a 'thank you', she knew that jesper understood everything she wanted to say.

the two parted for the night and y/n returned to her bed, and stared at the ring in silence.

a moment passed and then another one and before she could stare any longer, she quickly placed the ring in one of the many drawers and turned off the lamp.

sighing heavily, she stared at the ceiling and before she even knew, she was clutching her stomach, and her hand was on her mouth, muffling the heart shattering sobs that slipped out like red wine and tainted her pillow.

her whole body shook as she drew in shaking breathes—or at least tried to. before she could even inhale properly, another sob made its way out of her chest and it hurt all over again.

she felt the pain in her chest, in the stomach and in her head. it was excruciating and painful and the worst of it all was that she believed that it was fine.

it was fine because that was how she had expected it be—loving kaz.

she knew that she'd never have the that love that nina and matthias had or jesper and wylan and she was fine with it.

she had always thought that in that end, it'd be silencing screams and painful words and barbed wired voices. but she never would've thought that it'd be a muted decison, ragged breaths and silences that felt deafening.

as she drew in another shaky breath, she swore that for a moment, she wondered if this was what the poets meant by death by a broken heart.

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goblin-writer · 2 years

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Mid-air Magpie Heist

The gaslights bathed the foggy street in a pale glow. From light-to-light darkness stretched its insidious tentacles. Dark facades loomed above the few figures that were still out and about. If someone were to look up, which would be a nearly futile pursuit with a new moon and fog that heavy they would see twinkling lights sailing determinedly against the stars.

The airship was fitted with everything a luxury liner needed. A ballroom with gilded chandelier and a stage for a band, a kitchen run by many cooks, and a smoking and card room with leather upholstery and the kind of green wallpaper that denoted wealth if not always the best of morals. Most importantly, it was full of passengers. While an airship of the size could be fitted for more, only 30 passenger suites were built. Each was well appointed and the reduction in passenger numbers allowed for more luxuries to be installed. A spa, a library, and for each suite a private bathroom.

The people that sailed aboard the Steamspar were always incredibly wealthy. And so the crew was well picked so that nothing would go wrong. Still, Marguerite and Audrey had managed to get aboard as cleaning crew. Much of their day was spent away from the passengers who preferred to watch the world sail by from the observation deck, or indulge in gossip and game in the card room.

Every day over lunch they would enter the rooms and tidy them for the passengers. If a piece of jewellery or clothing went missing here or there it would not be noticed. The entire heist was in service of one object. A ring, crowned by many stones of various colours and a family crest that travelled in the company of a collector.

That last night found them huddled to the side.

“The ring hasn’t been out of her sight this entire journey. We need to make a play.” Audrey was visibly nervous, slicking back his hair as he looked around.

“It’s not like we can just take it. There needs to be an opening.” They had planned for many eventualities but this one was unexpected. She even slept with the ring on.

“We aren’t going to make a loss if we go without. The other jewels are valuable by themselves.”

“Nothing in comparison to this ring.” A buyer would pay inordinate amounts of money for the ring and she intended to keep some of the other jewels.

“Very well,” Audrey sighed, “How about this?”

An hour later the ship was dark. Marguerite, dressed all in black moved along the hallway toward the collector’s room. Audrey had gone to the cargo bay and prepared their distraction. Her footsteps were muffled by the carpet as she rounded the corner.

The lamps in the halls had been turned off and she made it to the door without issue. With her staff key she had swiped earlier she made her way inside. Much like the hall outside the room was dark, the four-poster bed stood out with its white linens. Stealing up to the bed she saw the collector deep asleep below her. The hand with the ring hidden below the covers.

She knew she could get the covers off without the collector waking but when she saw the fingers curled inwards her shoulders slumped, it would be much more difficult to get the ring. Slowly she peeled the hand open and slid the ring off. Every breath of the collector making her pause.

She managed to get the ring off the finger and replaced the blanket. With the grace of a cat she made her way to the door and into the hallway. Following the way she made it to the cargo hold. Audrey opened the door and gave her a change of clothes back into uniform. Together they pulled the cargo door open and threw out a sack and parachute filled with linens and a few jewels. Marguerite was loathe to see them go but they needed to cover their tracks.

They then stole back through the airship, leaving a trail of silks to the cargo hold. After a long time they collapsed into their bunks. Sleep went to claim them before a sharp shriek woke the ship. The theft had been discovered and there was no rest for the wicked. They needed to find the thief before they escaped.

Thank you @flashfictionfridayofficial for a lovely prompt. Enjoyed writing a bit more about Marguerite and Audrey

#writing #writeblr #original writing #flash fiction #fiction #the magpie crew #they are brother and sister #and partners in crime #only one of them appears in the book I am working on tho #much love delicious reader

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