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"Four Crow Investigation II: Lovebirds' Outfox" - Kaz Brekker x Reader

[Four Crow Investigation]

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SUMMARY: Nina and the rest of "crow-vestigators" are not as inconspicuous as they think. Being a little too spiteful for your own good, Kaz and you string them along. What the amateur detectives consider "evidence" of an affair is actually a well-thought-out scenario.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2.1k

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You stare with amusement as Wylan, Jesper, Inej and Nina are sitting around the table in a hardly inconspicuous manner. They’re leaning so close to each other, their bodies are covering their faces but you don’t need to read their lips or expressions to know exactly what they’re talking about. Meaningful glances, small nudges, animated whispering - none of that escaped your attention.

Then, you feel Kaz squeezing your hand in an attempt to shift your focus from the gossiping friends back to him. His eyebrows are slightly raised in a silent question.

"Do you think they know that we know that they know?" you ask, cringing at the word salad filled with repetitions.

"No," Kaz answers without hesitation. "Considering how long it took them to notice something so obvious, their observation skills are more underwhelming than I had originally thought."

The two of you glance towards your friends once more, left to only guess what tall tales they were making up. Observation skills, Kaz’s voice resounds in your head. Yes, they are good at noticing things they are desperately looking for, so, maybe, if they are looking for crumbs…

"Actually, I have an idea,” you begin in a hushed tone.  Kaz turns to look at you, his expression hardens the moment he notices your mischievous grin. “Up for a bit of roleplay?"

It’s been a wild week for the four Crows. They sat down at a corner table, across the club from you and Kaz talking about something by the bar counter. Absorbed by the conversation, you’re pouring a drink in a record-long time. Your hand hovers above the rum bottle as you’re closely listening to Kaz saying something. Then, to the surprise of the gossip club, you erupt in laughter.

Jesper frowns. “I’m telling you, there’s two of them. She gets the nice Kaz, we get the mean one.”

“No, the mean Kaz is still inside,” Inej refutes. “The nice one is making an effort to bury him but he’s definitely in there. Saw it myself.”

He turns back towards the group. Jesper puts his finger up in a warning gesture and speaks slowly: “Do not tell me Kaz Brekker is a knight in shining armour because there is no way I’m treating that as anything but a bad joke. I’m barely believing the stuff I’ve seen with my own two eyes.”

“N-no, there is some truth to that,” Wylan interjects. “I didn’t see him get angry,” he quickly adds, ”just… strangely protective.”

“So we can agree,” Nina says with expected giddiness, “there is passion in the perpetually grim Kaz Brekker.”

Jesper squints his eyes with suspicion. “I hate the fact that you used passion and Kaz in the same sentence but at the same time I’m curious why.”

“Oh, you’re going to love it!” She taps the table excitedly. “I’ll go first.”

╚ Nina’s Evidence ╝

You’re pacing around the office, jumping from one leg to another, shaking and fidgeting as much as you can without making much noise. While preparing to fool the Heartrender’s power, you’re ensuring that you look the part:

“Is this obscene enough?” you ask unbuttoning your shirt further. Tugging at your clothing, you’re making yourself look even more disheveled. Even the smallest sound outside the office door makes you jump as you’re impatiently waiting for a certain creek of one of the steps.

Kaz doesn’t answer. His watchful eyes are following your movements as he’s focusing on keeping his attention on the task at hand. That bright mind of his, however, fights relentlessly to memorize your unkempt look instead.

Not hearing him respond to your question, you turn around to look at Kaz. Leaning against the desk, he’s just staring at you with a quite inexplicable intensity. His unspoken passion is only making the voice in the back of your head louder: what if it was Him undoing my shirt?

But you stifle this thought. It’s not the time for this. Searching for distraction, you look at Kaz’s collar - the first two buttons are undone but they make him appear more sleepy rather than caught red handed at a moment of weakness.

“May I?” you ask, gesturing towards his garment.

“Go ahead,” he quietly answers. There’s a lot of trust in his lack of movement and calmness about your closeness.

Carefully, you grab the hem of his collar and open his shirt further, while making sure your fingers do not even graze the bare skin underneath, despite the urge sitting deep inside your abdomen. Then, you take a step back, examining his general state and whether it sets a believable scene. A proud smile creeps onto your face.

“You’re really enjoying this,” Kaz states.

“Actually,” you say as you lean against the table, fairly unaware that because of your disheveled clothing your cleavage is significantly more visible, “I’d be enjoying this little scheme a lot more if we were in fact being scandalous.”

Whether that was your objective or not, Kaz’s heartbeat picks up noticeably, his rogue mind flashing explicit images before his eyes.

A creek of stairs.

You and Kaz give each other a meaningful glance and you push the paperweight off the desk, knowing that Nina can hear it. The door swings open and you’re immediately in character, looking away with the most embarrassed expression you could muster.

Kaz clears his throat. “Is there a reason why you’re barging in?”

Nina looks a bit lost, still piecing together what she might have just interrupted. “I… uhm… I talked with Lizzie Hardy. She’s in, we can count on her.”

“Understood,” he says in a low, firm voice. “Now go. And learn to knock.”

A half-grin enters her face as she gets rid of any doubts as to what the two of you had been presumably occupied with before she entered. With a skip to her step, Nina throws a “You bet I will!” before leaving the office. She’s quite sure no one will have a better gossip than her.

╚ Wylan’s Evidence ╝

Wylan is startled by your yelp of pain, almost dropping the delicate vial in his hands. His focus immediately shifts to you, who is now frowning with your hand raised slightly above your head. A string of curses leaves your mouth as you check the wound again - yes, still there and still bleeding.

Right, bleeding.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a worried tone. Part of you feels guilty for fooling Wylan because of the sheepiness he wears most of the time but, on the other hand, he is part of the gossip girl club. This little scheme is just a consequence of his choice.

“Yeah, no problem. I’m a big girl, I’ll just wrap this and I’ll be fine,” you answer casually.

Pretending to look for something that can work as a bandage, you’re praying that Wylan can’t smell the cranberry preserve slowly dripping down your forearm. There’s an urge deep inside you to lick the jam, almost tasting the sweet and sour fruit in your imagination.

Kaz, who was waiting for the well-played-out yelp, rushes into the room with a grim expression. The moment he’s supposed to notice your injury, he makes a show of dropping his shoulders. He’s not saying anything, only giving short sighs and annoyed grunts as he reaches for a random rag laying around. 

“I’d advise against cutting off your fingers,” he says loud enough for Wylan to hear as he’s tightening the wrapped rag around your palm. "You need to be more ca-" Kaz cuts himself off, suddenly realizing he was about to use an off-limits word. "You need to pay attention to what you're doing."

Looking over Kaz’s shoulder, you see Wylan nervously glancing at the two of you out of the corner of his eyes. Jesper is going to hear world-shattering news in the next hour - on that you can safely bet any number of limbs.

╚ Jesper’s Evidence ╝

Too busy retelling what he had learned while following Lizzie Hardy, Jesper doesn’t notice the tiny signal you give Kaz while the three of you are walking through the streets of Ketterdam.

Air, cobblestone, a lost dog - it doesn’t matter. You stumble over something but ever watchful Kaz manages to grab you by the waist, preventing you from falling. To be honest, until this moment you weren’t completely sure this is going to work out because you never practiced this with Kaz. Well, you did, once, but the two of you got significantly distracted early on. So the plan to outfox Nosy Jesper was a leap of faith - literally and figuratively.

Jesper, the man in question, halted his story as he’s watching the unbelievable occurrence of Kaz having a caring reflex. For a moment he considers whether this wasn’t some kind of miraculous coincidence but on the other hand, the movement looked so natural and purposeful that it simply had to be deliberate.

Standing on your own, you look towards Jesper, who’s still staring at you and Kaz with furrowed eyebrows and his mouth slightly agape. “You were saying?” you coax him to continue as though nothing happened.

“Yes, right, the thing,” he stutters out as he’s trying to remember what he was talking about before seeing something so strange he’s questioning his own sanity.

╚ Inej’s Evidence ╝

Due to the late hour, or rather an hour so late it can be considered early, the club is deserted except for you and Kaz sitting by the bar. He’s silently watching your profile as you’re applying another layer of theatrical paint and makeup.

“Does it look realistic?” you ask for the hundredth time while examining the bruise in a small hand-held mirror.

“It’s good enough.”

You set down the mirror and look at him. To a degree, you know he won’t agree to your proposition but you try anyway, just to make sure:

“Maybe you could hit me?” you suggest. His expression grows colder. “Just for good measure. To really sell this,” you add in your own defense, as though there is a possibility of him retaliating for such a ridiculous proposition. Even when furious beyond imagination, you’ve heard him yell exactly once out of anger.

He leans closer towards you. Paradoxically, it’s you who is uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy but maybe the uneasiness is not due to the proximity but the chilling tension that has sprouted between the two of you. Kaz studies your expression for a moment, his jaw relaxes and clenches over and over again as he’s clearly pondering the earthiest way he can put his thoughts into words.

“I will never raise my hand against you,” his voice is quiet and wavering with emotions, “even if my life depends on it. So don’t ask again. Ever.”

Suddenly, you feel strangely small next to him as though Kaz is but a shadow that quickly grows larger as candlelight dims. “Right, sorry,” you answer awkwardly.

The door to the club opens with a creek and the nervous conversation has to be cut short. You cover your face with hands, having rubbed some chili seeds into your palms earlier. As the capsaicin reaches your nostrils and eyes, forcing yourself to cry is easier than ever. Pretending to be agonizing over something, you keep reminding yourself not to actually touch your eyes or nose.

You can’t see her face but you’re sure Inej is wearing a worried or confused expression and you’re quite correct in your guess - she walks towards you and Kaz with apprehension as though she’s still wondering whether she wants to intrude. Inej momentarily grows anxious, noticing the vibrant bruise on the side of your face.

Then, in a truly dramatic fashion, Kaz gets up from the bar stool and storms out of the club as you had agreed beforehand. While he’s passing Inej, she calls out to him:

“Kaz-”

But he’s quick to cut her off in a harsh voice:

“Not now, Inej.”

The door closes behind him with a slam and considering the state of the two of you, she prefers not to ask questions. It will be easier to sleep at night.

“They’re staring,” you inform Kaz while pouring him a drink.

“As far as I know, they have a reason to,” he answers, taking a sip of the beverage. His eyes are boring into you like his trying to look past your skin and bones, into your mind if not your very soul.

A wide smile brightens your face. You lean on the counter, face close to Kaz’s. Although it’s been some time, it still makes your heart flutter that he doesn’t move away. Perhaps it’s just his unreadable expression or maybe he really is unbothered by the proximity.

“To be honest, I enjoyed our little theatrics.” Smiling at him, your teeth glisten in the dim light inside the club.

“You make an impressive con artist, I have to admit.”

“Ah, forget the con part,” you wave your hand in dismissal. “It was entertaining, alright, but the best part was just spending time with you.”

Kaz almost chokes on his drink.

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[redamancyys]

Three Moments - Kaz Brekker

SUMMARY ◆ Three moments in which Kaz shows his love for you.

WARNING(S) ◆ fluff, implied smut, unedited, me word vomiting.

WORDS ◆ 2k

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You were certain that you were always meant to burn together. To love him was to love the hot embers of a forest fire, pressing your hands farther and farther into the flames no matter how much your body screamed to let go. It was all consuming, a love that suffocated you like smoke and left you burning for days. He was always burning, and sometimes you wondered if you just got caught up in the flames. Heartstrings woven together, not sure if you were the anchor or he was . . . Saints, who were you kidding? He definitely was not the anchor. 

It took him a long time to understand that he needed you. 

He was the bastard of the Barrel, unafraid of getting his hands dirty because he hid under a pair of gloves. On his worst days when he came home, they were caked with dirt, dust, and blood. It wasn’t his blood, he rarely had a cut on him. Most of the times when you stayed up until he returned, he would glance in your direction, give you a small nod, and make his way up to his room at the tallest point in the Slat. The next morning he never acknowledged it. His hair was slicked back, porcelain skin perfectly clean on his face and his gloves were as well. Fine, black leather worn down on the fingertips in the same places he gripped his cane. You wondered why he never let even those closest to him see him in any way disheveled. You didn’t understand the danger of looking weak the way he did. It wasn’t your fault, no one had ever understood what he had been through. Not that they ever could know anyway.

One night you were awake once again, making an excuse that you couldn’t sleep and had to make tea, though many knew that you stayed up until all members of the Crows were back home. You sat in the corner, a favorite book in hand and sipping on some mix of tea when you heard the door open and you thought for a moment your eyes were playing tricks on you. Because there he stood, cuts on his face and parts of his shirt ripped off at the arms. He was beaten, bloody, unlike anything you had ever seen before. He stood there, looking at you, watching as you took another sip and waited for him to go up the stairs like he always did. But this time he kept standing there, watching, as if he was waiting for your attention. He glanced over at the box on the table where you all kept bandages, and then back at you. 

Soon enough you were both sitting at the table, you were reaching for the tiny bottle of alcohol and white wrap up bandages. 

“Who was it this time?” You asked, dumping a cloth in a water bowl to clean his wounds. He looked at you, as if to say, it doesn’t matter. Though you kept pressing on, your eyes peered into his coffee brown ones, eyebrow popping up in question. “I waited up for you, which means you can’t keep any secrets from me, Kaz Brekker.” 

His name seemed to pop him out of his thoughts, pushing him back to reality in which he was there, sitting with you, rather than in the future thinking about plans or in the past pondering about the people he’s lost. Kaz glanced down at his gloved hands and then turned his attention back to you, watching your face carefully. 

“Someone didn’t pay me back for a favor,” He said. “It wasn’t an easy confrontation but it’s over now.” 

That was all you needed. You knew it was all you would get right now. Empty words were his forte that no matter how long you spent trying to read in between the lines of his metaphors and hyperboles, you were left feeling more confused than how you began. It took you so long to understand that it wasn’t about what he said, it was what he did. He never told any of the members of his crew how much they mattered to him, how important it was that they stuck around. In fact, sometimes you wondered if anyone mattered to Kaz Brekker, or if he was destined to keep himself alone, closed off, coldhearted. 

Your hand with the towel came up to his face and he flinched, making you falter for a single second. You waited for him to say something, but it never did, and you finished your motion by slowly wiping away the dried blood from the cut on his face. It wasn’t deep, it wouldn’t scar, and for some reason that made you glad. He would still look pristine in the morning, with a little help from you. You wondered if this is what he did alone in his room when he came back, healed wounds that never saw the light of day. Some part of you wished that he would show this side of him more often, the one that was vulnerable. Both of you stayed silent while you wiped the blood away and bandaged up your arm, though soon enough he was on his way back to his room, leaving you downstairs. 

~

You two took care of each other. It took until a heist went wrong that you saw that for sure. Too many things were against the group that day. Jesper’s guns stopped working when he had to take a critical shot, Nina was almost taken hostage . . . You yourself had suffered a striking blow to the stomach, becoming winded and almost passing out from lack of oxygen. Everyone ran away, knowing to meet up later at the Crow Club when they got the opportunity. You ran into an alley, head spinning, gasping for air as you leaned against a wall. Men ran past, most likely looking for you and your partners, though were not smart enough to look down the dark alley to their right. You could barely walk, knowing that several of your ribs had to be broken. 

“You need to keep moving,” A voice spoke from behind, startling you enough to grab the gun from your belt and aim it in the direction of the voice. Your eyes caught up with your target and realized it was Kaz, able to sneak up on you because he was without his cane for the blown heist. “Guards are looking all over for us.” 

You huffed, shaking your head. You couldn’t do it. All you wanted to do was lay there until you got better, not caring about the dirt and grime on the ground. When you tried to walk it felt like someone was stabbing you in the lungs, you stumbled a little and would’ve fallen if Kaz’s hands hadn’t grabbed you and kept you upright. 

Your vision was spotty as you both stumbled out of the alley, slowly making your way back. “I can’t do this,” You said, tears welling up in your eyes. “It hurts so much, Kaz, it hurts.” You were rarely this emotive, you were the glue of the group, keeping everyone together even through the toughest of times. Everyone always came to you, you’re the strongest one of them all. Every single second you wondered if your caved in ribs would puncture one of your organs and this would be your last day. Your last time with the people you cared so much about. The world was spinning, but Kaz’s arms and touch brought you back to reality, and soon enough you were within feet of the Crow Club and you collapsed, letting the darkness consume your mind. 

It was a few hours before you woke up in your room, opening your eyes to the soft glow of a candle near your bed. The softness of your blanket gave comfort, though the moment of relief that you were alive seemed to wash away as the pain came back to reality, a bandage wrapped around your torso that impeded your motion. 

For the next couple of days you were in and out of consciousness, Inej came to visit you a lot in order to give you food and some company, sometimes Jesper would tell you about his day and about Wylan. But still no sign of Kaz. You hadn’t seen him since he had brought you back to safety. At first you thought nothing of it, though the idea that he was avoiding you began to boil and fester, leading you to question Jesper the next time he arrived in your room with tea in hand. 

“I understand that comfort isn’t his thing, but I thought that Kaz would at least come and visit once,” You stated to Jesper, sucking in your bottom lip whilst moving to sit up, minding the tiny pain in your chest. 

Jesper’s eyes widened, shaking his head a tiny bit in a way that made you think he was hiding something from you. You gave him a puzzled look, urging him to speak his thoughts to you. 

“He’s been sitting outside of your door every chance he gets. I thought you knew.”

~

His kisses were soft despite his tough exterior, but they were not without intention. Every time his lips made contact with a piece of your skin you could feel his want, his desire, like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how hard he tried. It was like you were his church and he was on his knees, praying for forgiveness for his sins, praying to your body that he worshipped unlike all the faceless saints in the world. Your hands collided with his hair, intertwining the soft locks of dark brown and pulling on it, pulling him closer. 

He would only kiss you in the confines of the Crow Club, where others couldn’t see. It bothered you at first, wondering if he didn’t want others to see that underneath all the cold and hard exterior he put towards the world: Dirtyhands could love. But that was just the thing, he didn’t want any of his enemies to come for you like he knew that they would. He didn’t want to put you in the face of danger anymore than you already did for him on a daily basis. To love him was to have a target on your back. 

At this point you knew of his aversion to touch, how his brother died, how it pained him to feel the skin of another upon his own. Instead of pulling away from his scars like he thought you would, you brought him closer, vowing that you understood, that you were sorry, that you would do whatever you could to make him feel better. Kaz thought for so long that he was a monster, and that may be true, but you weren’t a child, you weren’t afraid of the darkness that he had enveloped himself in for so long. You were willing to love him for who he was, no matter how much he tried to hide you from his truths. 

He could handle your kisses, finding solace in your mouth, the way it tasted like warm tea and the softness of your lips. And he accepted your small touches, starting slowly with tracing your fingers across his skin. You felt along his veins, taking extra care with his scars, pressing a kiss on the ones that looked particularly new. His gloves would come off and he would do the same to you. Eventually more clothes came off, more skin against skin. He found solace again in your tiny sighs and moans that left your lips when he kissed there and there . . . and especially there. Neither of you had ever surrendered yourself to another person in this way, it was intimate and sent you both over the moon. It was just you both, alone in either of your rooms, loving each other no matter what. 

After both of you would lay in one another's arms, the glow of the candlelight enveloping both of your bodies. There wasn’t much talking, maybe some if there was something particularly on either of your minds. You idly traced patterns on his skin, comforting him when he flinched, reminding him that you were there. He would be okay. 

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"I'm not arguing with you over killing my father," Wylan says while trying to fight off a grin. "I'd highly prefer it if my boyfriend stays out of jail." 

"As if we'd get caught," Kaz says, sounding almost offended. "Van Eck has countless enemies. It'd take them years to get through the list of suspects, let alone actually figure it out. He's old, too. It'd be easy to make it look natural."

"Have you thought about killing my father before?"

"Haven't we all," Kaz states more than asks, and Wylan can't honestly say no. 

"I haven't," Matthias says after a few seconds of silence. 

"You don't count. You have like… morals 'n shit." Jesper gives Matthias a judgemental look and only gets an annoyed eye roll in response. 

"I have morals," Inej says, and then when everyone looks at her expectantly, she adds, quietly and a little shameful, "I've thought about it." 

"We are not killing my father. We're not." Wylan shoots Kaz a glare when he opens his mouth to complain, and he huffs and looks away. 

"Enough joking about murder," Wylan says, "I just want a calm, peaceful, crime free life, please." 

"You can have a peaceful life with a dead father." 

"Kaz." 

Kaz makes an expression and a little motion with his hands, as if to say Well, it's true, but doesn't otherwise complain again.

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[futurecorps3]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write a Kaz brekker x reader fic. Where the reader has a nightmare and Kaz comforts them if you can please.

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Summary: Req sums it up!! Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Warnings: Mentions of drowning, death, nightmares ofc and I think that's it, lmk if I missed any Word Count: 674. tiny!! Requested: Yes

There it was. That heavy feeling in her chest. Y/N could recognize it anywhere; it was part of her routine now, and she couldn't be more grateful. Kaz's arm pressed tightly against her, guarding her even in her sleep. She smiled contently and opened her eyes after tilting her head to see her lover's hand.

Or so she thought.

A big rock tied with a rope stared back at her, beginning her descent into some large body of swampish water, as if her stare was its cue to stop resisting gravity. She tried moving her hands in a futile attempt to swim to the surface, to try and overpower the force of the rock against the water and her body, but they were also tied.

Y/N watched as the light got further and further away. She was still holding her breath but soon realized that this was the end of her. Kaz came to mind immediately. God, she'll miss him. Will she even be able to miss? Soon enough, she thought, when water filled her lungs, the mystery of existence would be answered.

She hoped whatever awaited her, whether it was a perpetual calm or a realm filled with endless meadows and a place to rest, would be nicer than the life she led before she met him. He was a lifeline. Ironic, isn't it? She probably would've laughed if she wasn't about to die.

Should she pray for a quick recovery for Kaz? It will be hard for him to get back up. They both knew almost by experience that there was no God or Saint, but like, what if, right? She didn't know any prayers, so she did not pray. Y/N really hoped he got back on track quickly, though. After all, routine was everything for him, and now she wouldn't be able to brew him a nice cup of tea every morning like she had been doing for the past five years.

"I hope he can find his cup in the drawer; it's a bit hidden so Jesper doesn't take it," she thought as she sank even further, just like the pebbles she used to throw on the beach with her sister all those years ago. Tears started streaming down her face, and she could somehow feel them, like they couldn't blend in the water that surrounded her. She was scared. She didn't want to die scared.

In all those years working with the crows, Y/N was certain her life was on the line in every single job they performed, but that didn't scare her. If she died during a heist, she'd die surrounded by the man and friends she loved; there were certainly worse fates than a fatal bullet wound. Fates like this one. She'll die cold, wet, and her body would probably never be found. That did scare her.

Then there was an impulse to move that washed over her. To do anything in her power to at least try and get out of this situation. She kept sinking, now squirming and failing to squeeze herself out of the ropes. Desperation came, and she started screaming, her lungs filling up quickly. She started coughing violently, closing her eyes and then a pang to her heart.

"Y/N, wake up!"

The girl was greeted by a pair of concerned, brown eyes that she wouldn't mind drowning in. She immediately noticed she was sweaty under her nightshirt, and her collarbones were also wet, but from the tears that ran down all the way from her eyes to there.

It was a nightmare.

As she composed herself a little, her boyfriend lit the oil lamp they kept on her nightstand and crawled back to her. "Breathe for me, Y/N. Come on," the girl heard faintly, still in a sleepy stupor. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath. Kaz took her hand and placed it over his chest, just like she did when he had trouble similar to this.

It was rare now, but the first nights they spent together were often filled with sweet nothings whispered and labored breaths in an attempt to calm Kaz's racing heart and mind. She blinked rapidly and tried wiping her eyes dry. "It's okay, breathe with me, love," he whispered, rocking both of them back and forth gently as his girlfriend tried to follow his pace.

The Bastard of the Barrel may have dreaded few things in this life, but seeing his girl suffering, at the mercy of her own mind (which also happened to conjure the most beautiful depictions of love, translated in words and acts that warmed his heart), was almost unbearable. He knew the feeling all too well, and to even think she had to go through it all as well made him sick.

So he did what he knew helped.

He stayed there for long minutes, breathing consciously for the both of them and whispering things like "You're doing so good, it's okay" or "You're fine, love. Steady breaths... there you go." Words of affirmation worked heavily on her, and Kaz was very aware, so he resorted to them immediately.

After a long while, the room stopped spinning for Y/N, and she could breathe normally again. She hugged Kaz in an exhausted manner, whispering a small "thank you" that made her sound almost frightened of breaking her newfound peace. Her eyes felt heavier than before when she first got into bed with Kaz, and she just rolled over and lay next to him, turning to face him.

He had this calming aura to him. She couldn't explain it as anything other than magical, and since both of her best friends were Grisha, she wouldn't be surprised if it was. The girl stared at her boyfriend's eyes and felt safe and warm inside; the complete opposite of whatever was happening in her head just moments ago.

"Bad dream?" he asked, stroking her hand beneath the covers. "Yes. A very bad one," Y/N feebly uttered. "Do you want to talk about it before we go back to sleep?" "You worked hard all day, and I don't feel like—" "You know I don't mind." That was true. Kaz had a horrid sleeping schedule, even when she tried to keep him in check, which meant he spent most of his nights reading or planning their next heist. Truth is, he'd stay up listening to Y/N and comforting her rather than buried in piles of blueprints and books.

"I'm drained, w-we can talk about it in the morning. When there's more light," she nodded, smiling a little bit before closing her eyes, not before grabbing her boyfriend's hand and circling it around her waist. "Wait," he grumbled, getting up and checking if her eyes were open again, the bed dipping behind him. She looked at him quizzically, resting her weight on her arms and contemplating murder if he didn't let her rest after that literal nightmare.

"What?" "Your shirt is wet, you might catch a cold if you sleep in that when you get warmer in a while," he said absentmindedly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, dodging Y/N's side of the bureau fully on purpose and grabbed one of his black sleep shirts, walking with soft steps towards the bed.

"Up," he asked, and his girlfriend's heart melted when he carefully replaced the clothing, making sure the fit was right, even when his would be inevitably longer on her shorter frame. "Better?" the Bastard of the Barrel mumbled, looking at her while folding the discarded shirt and tossing it gently over to the loveseat they had at the foot of their bed.

"Never better. T-thank you, love," Y/N smiled, getting back into her position and receiving a peck on the cheek, courtesy of the man who once broke a man's fingers one by one because he wouldn't tell him where she was, followed by a small "Always" before cuddling back.

They talked about her nightmare in the morning over coffee, and the silliness of her ever feeling anything other than safer when Kaz Brekker was around hit her. She had never known such peace before him, and he promised that no matter what, she'd never die on his watch. Y/N was counting on that.

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[frost-queen]

To return to the barrel (Reader x Kaz Brekker)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic,@merlin-dahlia , @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko , @bubblybrianna , @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernameis,  @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampthing07

Summary: Reader left the crows due to an argument with Kaz Brekker up till the point she even fled Ketterdam. Word of your return reaches his ears, making him hasten himself to search for you. When he finds you, he corners you, telling you that he wants you. You who are still wary of how you left things with him ask how he would want you. Driven to insanity, he pushes you against the wall with a steamy hot kiss.

Ketterdam was pouring. Rain falling down in thick droplets on the cobble stone. Puddles of dirty water scattered around. Boys running for safety as their feet made the water splash up. Murmured commotions deafened out by the sound of heavy rain. Droplets like bullets firing down. The heaviest of rain Ketterdam has seen in a few months. A wind from the bay came picking up, changing the course of the rain. Clattering against the window with loud ticking sounds. On the other side of the window was it warm.

A fire crackling in the fireplace. A few candles providing light in the dimly light room. Kaz Brekker, the boy of the barrel, dirty hands staring thoughtfully out of the window. Watching the streets empty, running away from the rain. His hand clenched firmer around the crow’s head. His eyes focused into the distance, his mind zoning out from this reality. Thinking back about a different time. Where the crows had another member before it all went down.

Midday. The sun shining highly and warm. Kaz Brekker’s cane tapping loudly against the cobble stones. His head turned to the side, smirking. You matching his pace, staring fiercely in front of you. The sudden awareness of his heart thumping loudly in chest. Kaz swallowed, moving his gaze forwards. The two of you walked past the menagerie, barely giving it a glance. You moved a bit aside when Kaz came walking closer to you. Frowning he led you to walk more towards the center of the street then the sides.

Away from the menagerie as if he feared something. Glancing upwards you saw a girl peek through the curtains of the upper level. You quickly looked away as there was nothing you could do about it. Kaz reached for his inside pocket, pulling out a paper. He held it out for you to take. You took it, opening it to read. – “This contains a list of requirements I need.” – he said, pointing subtilty with his cane into the direction of an alleyway.

You went along, moving away from the main street. – “Where do I require a frog?” – you asked him bluntly. He smirked. – “You are resourceful. You’ll find a way Y/n.” – he answered. You rolled the paper back up to hide in your clothing. – “I’ll need by the end of the day.”

“You have till the sun sets.” – he insisted making you exhale loud. He chuckled turning around as you had come to a stop. – “Watch the clock Y/n.” – he said smiling. You stared warningly at him. Kaz turned back around as he left. You went a different direction in to require the items of need for him. You first went for the easier tasks such as requiring rope, a few uniforms and knives. The difficult task laid in requiring a frog. For whatever Kaz needed a frog was a mystery to you. The sun was already lowering as the clock was ticking.

Lifting the hem of your dress up, you stepped into the mud. Where mud and water was, there would be frogs. Your shoes squeaked with each step through the mud. Finding it slightly disgusting you knelt down, knee deep in the mud. With your hands you dug through the mud in search for a frog. The icky content smearing your limbs. Not to mention the smell was anything but pleasant. The sudden click of a gun made your eyes widen.

“Look what we have here.” – a voice came through, emerging in front of you. Pekka Rollins. He whistled at you with a nod, making you lift your hands up in defense. The point of the gun pressed hard against the back of your head. Pekka motioned for you to stand as you did, slowly. – “Looking for frogs as well?” – you said jokingly. Pekka chuckled humorously before his smile dropped. – “I’m here for you, little crow.”

You were forced forwards to meet up with Pekka. Stepping out of the mud, already covered. Pekka pulled out a handkerchief to block out the smell coming from you. – “My perfume not to your liking?” – you teased, receiving a blow against your stomach from another employee. You doubled over, reaching for your stomach. Two employee’s grabbed you by the arms, holding you upright. – “I know Brekker has been poking around in my business.” – he told you. – “I’m not Brekker.” – you answered boldly.

Pekka curled up a grin. – “Indeed, but you could deliver a message.” – your eyes widened, knowing what it meant. To be fair you didn’t even know Kaz had been poking around in Pekka’s business. None of the crows knew. You heard the click of the gun getting off the safety pin behind you. Pekka truly was going to have you shot in cold blood. You had to act fast and now or your brains would be laying in the mud.

You elbowed the guy in the guts, grabbing for his gun. He wasn’t letting go as the other two grabbed you again. They started pulling you from him. With a kick, your feet knocked the gun out of his hand. Dropping into the mud. Quickly you shoved some mud over it, so it disappeared through the filth. You received a few hits while struggling to get free.

The third one pulled out a knife, cutting at you. You could avoid it, hands finally released from your capots. – “Kill her!” – Pekka ordered ruthlessly watching from a distance. Keeping a close eye on the three men, you raised your fists. The first one came your way as you elbowed him. Tackling him into the mud. The second one approached as you collected some mud in your hand. Throwing it in his eyes, you blinded him. Seeing him wave his hands desperately around.

The third one came in by surprise slicing his knife against your skin. You called it out, a cut having formed on your arm. Blood turning darker as you pressed your muddy hand against the wound. They were too many for you to take on. A right hand crashed with your jaw, making you fall down into the mud. The filth splashing up. Nearby you heard a frog croak. Seeing the little eyes in the mud. You reached for it, clenching it between your hand, just in time as one of the men pulled at your ankle. You screamed it out, grasping desperately for grip. He turned you around as you kicked him in the face.

Getting up you made an escape for it. Flinching at a gun firing your way. Pekka rollins had drawn his gun, shooting at you. – “You got no where to run girl!” – he said loudly. Panting you disappeared, avoiding getting hurt in the process. You ran through streets, wounded. The frog feeling slippery in your hand. Above you noticed the sun had almost set. Panting loud, you ran to the crow’s club. Driven with loyalty and eagerness.

The doors swung open as you were out of breath. Jesper and Inej jumping surprised up. – “Saints Y/n is that you?” – Inej asked seeing how barely recognizable you were from the mud. Jesper coughed loud, waving his hand in front of his nose. – “Is that smell coming from you Y/n?” – he questioned. You walked up to the bar, dropping the frog in an empty glass. – “Is… is that a frog?” – Jesper asked confusingly as you set something on the top so it couldn’t hop out. – “Where is Kaz?” – you wanted to know. – “The back.” – Inej told you.

You nodded, walking past them, leaving muddy prints on the flooring. You made your way to the back, pressing your hand against the wound on your arm. You found him in the storage room. He smiled upon your arrival. – “I knew I could count on you.” – he said. – “Did you poke in Pekka’s business without telling us?” – you shouted at him. Kaz got startled by your loud voice, catching him off guard. He tensed his jaw. – “What significance does it have?” – he answered. – “It has when it affects us too!” – you stepped closer.

“What do you…” – his eyes widened briefly noticing how you clutched onto your arm. A wetness dripping through your fingers. – “What did he do!” – Kaz wanted to know. – “What did you do!” – you fired right back at him. – “This is on you Kaz!” – you accused him, making him look shamefully away. – “I can’t understand your craving for vengeance with Pekka. Tell me what is going on. It is undeniable you go mental each time Pekka’s name is mentioned. Tell me why you have it out for him.”

Kaz remained silent. – “Anyone who is close to you is in constant danger!” – you moved up to him as Kaz backed away to the wall. – “You would rather burn down cities then release your demons!” – you were infuriated with him. – “The city is burning Kaz, and you are the only one who don’t seem to see it!” – you pushed your hand firmly against his side, startling him. – “Stop this madness now before you get us all killed!” – Kaz’s expression hardened. – “Never!” – he spoke ruthlessly back, gaining back his strength.

“Pekka is mine to deal!” – he made clear. – “If the crows fall it is on you!” – you shouted back. – “The crows know the risk! Just as much as you do Y/n!” – He said loudly making you stumble back. – “I’ll have Pekka burn for all of Ketterdam to see and I won’t stop till I have achieved that.” – you lowered your gaze feeling as if this is a battle you had already lost. – “At what cost? How much more lives will you destroy to have it your way… Tell me what Pekka has done to you. I am hating the secrecy between you and me. I thought we made that clear.” – you said. Kaz held his tongue only staring intensely at you. You took a deep breath, untensing your muscles. – “Then you leave me no choice.” – Kaz barely moved when you ran out. Leaving the crow’s club for good.

Kaz took a deep breath. Reflecting back on that specific day where he pushed you away. If only he had been honest with you, you would still be around. An ache in his heart he can’t deny any longer. He moved his other hand over the one holding his cane, tensing his grip around it. Heart yearning for your presence once more. A sudden strike of pain hit him in the chest, making him press his gloved hand against the window. Breathing loudly at what ached his heart. Your name burning on his lips.

In the reflection of the glass he saw the fire burning of the candles. It made his widen his eyes. Watching the reflection of it flicker on the horizon of Ketterdam. Looking quickly over his shoulder, he couldn’t watch it. He let the city burn at the cost of you. There was a knock on the door, making him straighten his posture. It was Inej taking upon briefly his character. Kaz took a deep breath, brushing his hair back. – “Yes.” – he said coldly. Inej swallowed brief sensing something was tormenting him. – “She’s been spotted in Ketterdam.” – Inej told him as his eyes widened.

“Y/n is back in Ketterdam.” – Inej barely had spoken out the words as Kaz got in motion. He pushed past her out of his office, downstairs. Jesper sat at the bar, quirking his eyebrow up. – “Boss?” – he jumped up when Kaz made his way to the front door. – “Where are you going?” – he called out. Jesper sat down when Kaz clearly wasn’t going to respond. Kaz faced the rain. Making his way through the streets of Ketterdam in search for you.

You were still at the docks, shielding under a clearance for the rain. Your first time back in Ketterdam after months of being away and the weather was already against you. Taking a deep breath you watched as the crew was unloading the last of the ship. You weren’t even sure why you were back in Ketterdam after being away for so long. Whatever madness drove you back to the barrel. From the side you heard loud tapping making you widen your eyes. Kaz Brekker emerging from around the corner standing face to face with you. If he felt gratitude or relief, he barely showed it.

You shook your head, not wanting to have a go at it again. – “No… not you.” – you said backing away. Kaz moved closer, drawing in closer. He wouldn’t let you leave, forcing you against the wall. He cornered you, pressing his hands firmly against the wall beside your head. You sucked in a breath at how close he suddenly was. Kaz staring intensely in your eyes as if devouring you whole. – “I want you!” – he said loudly hearing his heart beat out of control. Pulsating through his veins in his palms.

“And how will you have me Kaz Brekker?” – you responded keeping your stare up. – “As collateral damage?” – you whispered letting your gaze go towards his lips. – “A crow?” – you added wetting your lips. Kaz swallowed nervously, breathing shallow against your skin. His senses itching with hunger for you. – “How would you like me?” – you whispered. Kaz couldn’t hold himself back anymore, tilting his head down till he smacked his lips against yours. Your back pressed firmer against the brick wall. – “I’ll have you as mine.” – he spoke briefly having retracted his lips from yours. Grabbing you by the chin, he forced his lips on yours once more. Kissing them deeply with the burning passion inside of him.

You kissed him back, hotness on your lips. Wrapping your arms around him, you moved away from the wall. Turning around you switched places with Kaz whilst still kissing. Stepping from under the clear, getting into the rain where you immediately got cooled down. The steamy kiss was building up in warmth that took a cooling under the rain, arms moving down to his arms.

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[lunarthecorvus]

Six of Crows fic writers, you can have my soul.

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[quillsthrills]

Masterpost Kanej Fanfics

For those who are interested I have compiled a list of my Kanej-centric fics below. Be warned: I am a sucker for fluff with a side of murderous rage, but I suck at angst. :)

A Life For Us 

Words: 16,447 Rating: M

Post Crooked Kingdom, featuring Captain Ghafa and Kaz Brekker deciding he might as well run the whole show. Fluff factor: High

Notes to Inej 

Words: 2890 Rating: Not Rated

When Inej returns from her first voyage on the Wraith she finds The Slat cold and empty. While waiting for Kaz to (hopefully) return she borrows his coat to keep warm, and in the pocket she finds an unexpected treasure. Fluff factor: Through the roof

The Chink in his Armour

Words: 1233 Rating: Not Rated

Who in their right mind keeps returning to Ketterdam? A Kanej one-shot (my first). Fluff factor: Bunny rabbit

Treasure of my Heart

Words: 50,357 Rating: Teen and up

AU where Inej arrives in Ketterdam to study law, but after a traumatic event her world is turned upside down and she finds herself accepting an offer she should refuse. NOW COMPLETE. Fluff factor: Soft, with a side of simping. Features all the Crows.

#kanej fic #kanej fanfiction #KANEJ #Kaz Brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc fic #leigh bardugo #kaz brekker and inej ghafa #kaz x inej #kaz and inej #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fic #grishaverse #kanej fic rec #grishaverse fic #six of crows fanfic #six of crows fanfiction

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

rubicon

''Crossing the Rubicon"; passing a point of no return./ Inej, Kaz and the Hunger Games (read on ao3 - full trigger warnings in the tags)

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“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.” - "The Hunger Games” by Suzanne Collins

One summer week when Inej was thirteen, she spent every single day in front of a television set. She kept her eyes glued to the screen and her back straight as her mother braided and re-braided her hair, desperate to do something with her hands. And it was Games as usual, but yet it wasn’t - that time, Twelve watched, in astonishment, in terror, and with a hesitant hope, as Kaz Rietveld cut through other kids on the arena with ruthless efficiency. 

His family had used to live in the Seam, one block away from Inej’s.They had been children together; playing in the mud when it had rained, jumping into puddles to splash the water around. He had sat behind her in school, when he had been still attending it, and he had tugged on her braid from time to time, just to annoy her. They had gone to the school dance together - she remembers the ribbons in her hair, his hand in hers. The clapping, the stomping. 

He had eaten a few dinners at her parents’ house, when his Pa had died. Had cried against her arm, in secret and shame, and she never told anyone about it. 

And then, right in front of her eyes, that sweet boy became something else entirely. 

He didn’t linger with his kills, wasn’t overly cruel. But it was still a spectacle, in a way. All the close-ups on his face, pale and twisted with hate, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead from exertion. His hands, dripping with gore. 

Her mama flinched every time the commentator exclaimed ‘’Here he is again, our favorite underdog! Let’s see who he has chosen as his target this time.” 

He’s just a kid, she murmured under her breath, barely a whisper. They are all just kids. 

Nobody quite expected him to win. Their District had only ever had two Victors before, and they both died fairly quickly after their Games - one had succumbed to his wounds and hadn’t even made it to the interview, and the other one had drunk himself to death. Kaz didn’t even have a proper district Mentor, just a Capitol lackey, a nepo baby from the University. When it was down to the final ten and the Gamemakers flooded the arena, her parents exclaimed in terror and Inej resigned herself to waiting for his face to be displayed as one of the fallen ones. The kids from Twelve didn’t know the first thing about swimming. 

His face was not displayed. 

For two full days and two full nights, the cameras kept on coming back and back and back again to Kaz, crammed into a narrow gap, a crevice in-between two ruined blocks of stone. He was stuck there with the corpse of the boy from Eight who got killed instantly when the water poured in - a blow to the head, out in seconds. It took Kaz a while to figure out how to wriggle himself free and every single miner in his district watched his attempts with their hearts in their throats. They all chipped in for the gift to him, but it turned out to be money wasted  - by the time Kaz slipped out, there were only three tributes left and he killed them all in less than a day. Choked the life out of them with his bare hands. Plucked an eye from Two’s socket as if it was a boiled egg. 

Her papa covered Inej’s own eyes when it was broadcasted live, but she saw it many times ever since anyway. The Capitol loved this moment; they played it over and over again, some whistling tune in the background, till it stopped looking real and started looking silly. 

The second-to-last tribute standing pushed him off the stone ledge with his dying breath, and Kaz came back home with a fucked-up leg and a reputation that made people give him a wide berth on the streets. He wore black leather gloves for his post-Games interview and for his Victory Tour and soon enough hardly anyone on the television called Kaz anything other than Dirtyhands. 

He was there, gloves on, face solemn, standing on this damned podium when Heleen Van Hounden read Inej’s name. 

And he is there, with her, every moment since. 

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[tough-n-dumb]

maybe they could try again

Kaz hadn’t planned on holding her hand—not that he hadn’t wanted to. Ghezen, he wanted to touch her constantly. It was a foreign feeling, but one he indulgently let wash over him. Ever since the Geldrenner, the night he walked to what he thought would be his death, he was consumed by the memory of his lips on Inej’s throat, the small swallow he felt her take, the sweat beaded on her soft skin. So, wanting wasn’t the issue. With Inej it never had been.

or, five reunions, and five times of growing together and learning to touch. Post-Crooked Kingdom and all the years after.

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[bi-bard]

The Easiest Way to Steal a Man’s Wallet is to Tell Him You’re Going to Steal His Watch - Jesper Fahey Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: The Easiest Way to Steal a Man’s Wallet is to Tell Him You’re Going to Steal His Watch

Pairing: Jesper Fahey X Platonic!Sun Summoner!Reader (the sun summoner thing doesn't come up in this story)

Word Count: 1,408 words

Warning(s): gambling, mention of theft (?)

Summary: [Pre-Show] Jesper is always confident, he's just not always right. However, he was certain that the game he was playing was his. There was no way he couldn't win. So, when he doesn't, curiosity gets the best of him.

Author's Note: Because why deal with the main plot when I can just write this and show the beginning of cute besties?

MORE OF THIS OC HERE

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It all started with a single game between (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and Jesper Fahey

It was strange to know that such an important part of history could be traced back to something so... simple. Two people sitting across from each other, testing how much the other was willing to through into the pot. Any other player didn't matter. Each one was on a roll, seemingly taking turns on who got to celebrate a victory.

The pair had never met before that night. When looking back at it, neither one would be particularly shocked that they ended up being such close friends. It would have happened regardless of what followed that game. Regardless of the history that would be made on both parts.

Jesper was on his last game of the night. That's what he told himself. If he would have stuck to that promise would remain largely a mystery.

He was confident. A smirk sat on his face. He was certain that he was bulletproof in that moment. He just had to wait. Wait to take his winnings and leave for a night of happiness.

He underestimated (Y/n).

He wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Some extravagant guns you walked in with," (Y/n) said, nodding a bit as some way to indicate to them.

Jesper grinned. "Thanks."

"Important for work?"

"I just like to take care of my things," he shrugged. "You have to treat what you love well. It'll treat you well in return."

"Well, you're obviously going a good job of that," they replied. "And a life lesson. How moving."

Jesper chuckled and took half a second to glance down at the gun on his side. That half-second was enough to be his undoing. Not that he realized that.

No. Jesper wouldn't realize that until the cards were quite literally laid out on the table before him.

His confident smile immediately dropped as he studied the cards in front of him. Both his own and (Y/n)'s. His eyebrows furrowed.

That was impossible. He couldn't have lost. This was the one time that he was certain that such a thing was impossible. And maybe he had said that before and maybe he had been wrong many times, but this time was different.

"What," he managed to sputter out. "How?"

"Lucky day for me," (Y/n) shrugged to him, reaching forward to take their winnings for the night. "See you around... I didn't actually get your name."

"Jesper," he replied, still staring at the cards. "And yours?"

"Ask me when you win a game against me," they smirked before walking out.

Jesper didn't have a moment to question the game. He knew that he needed to. Something clearly wasn't right about it.

He stood up, quickly making his way outside.

They were already gone when Jesper made it through the door. He looked around, quickly scanning the streets to see if he could catch sight of the person.

Nothing.

He wouldn't see (Y/n) until the next day.

He hadn't even been looking for them. He had merely been walking by and caught sight of them leaning against a wall. They were chatting and laughing with some guy that Jesper had seen a few times. He knew the man was arrogant and rarely completely sober. He had been thrown out of Kaz's club once.

He was prepared to interrupt, assuming that (Y/n) was being harassed by some older man that could not comprehend that someone could be polite when they were uncomfortable.

And then, Jesper watched (Y/n)'s movements play out like a finely perfected dance. They reached over and touched the man's arm as they laughed, acting like it was a funny story. Then, their hand moved down, and they expertly slipped something off of the man's wrist. Jesper couldn't even catch sight of what was taken. He just knew that something was gone.

He paid closer attention to (Y/n) after that moment.

He kept himself at a safe distance, trying to observe without ringing any alarms for the thief.

He had seen them steal everything but the clothes off someone's back. Watches, jewelry, money. Anything that could be quickly grabbed and stashed away. These escapades were interrupted by (Y/n)'s tricks going seemingly unnoticed at different gambling joints. No commitment to any place in particular. Just going where the tricks could work best.

The only place not hit was the Crow Club. Jesper made sure to keep that in mind.

Jesper almost admired (Y/n)'s work.

If he hadn't been stolen from, then maybe he would have been.

It was a few days later that he insisted that Kaz listen to him. That he might have someone to pique the man's interest.

Kaz made sure to show that he was far too busy to worry himself with such a thing but listened to Jesper regardless.

The pair stood in Kaz's office. Jesper stood on one side of the desk with his arms crossed over his chest. Kaz stood on the other, shifting through the paperwork that was not nearly as unorganized as it often appeared.

"So, there's this pickpocket," Jesper explained. "Really good. Talented. They run tricks at gambling joints too. Whole sleight of hand act. it's impressive. They could probably be living like royalty if they truly wanted to."

"And you want me to hire them," Kaz concluded. "Based on your word?"

"Not right away," Jesper shook his head. "I want you to consider them."

"What need would I have for them?"

"Someone charming and clever. Who can apparently steal anything without getting questioned because they're simply too nice in the moment for someone to do so. Imagine the doors that someone like that could open."

"How did you learn of this person?"

Jesper was hesitant to admit to that, but when Kaz's glare didn't falter, Jesper's resolve did. "They got me during a game. Tricked me. But I followed them. I know what they're capable of."

Kaz scoffed. It was the beginning of the story that he expected to hear. He had few problems with Jesper's gambling until he lost.

"I'm not saying to just let them join," Jesper argued. "I'm saying we should see if they'd be a benefit because I think they could be."

"And when did you start deciding that," Kaz asked.

Jesper's head tilted as his expression hardened. Kaz showed no reaction to the glare. He knew very well that Jesper wouldn't truly act on any aggression that he may hold toward his boss.

"One chance," Jesper begged. "One chance for them to prove how good they are."

Kaz paused.

Jesper could see every gear working in the man's head. He couldn't imagine the scenarios that Kaz was working through, but he was confident that there were a million of them. That seemed to simply be how Kaz operated.

"I assume you've already offered this person a job," Kaz said.

"No," Jesper admitted. "They don't even know that I know what they're capable of."

"Will they come to a meeting?"

"Probably not," he muttered. "They pretty much ran from the table as soon as I started to question the game."

"So, how do you suggest we offer them a chance?"

Jesper paused for a moment. "I thought that you would come up with something brilliant because you're a great boss."

Kaz let out a sigh like an older brother would. His eyes closed for a moment and his shoulders dropped.

Jesper considered if he could sneak through the window in Kaz's office like Inej did. His conclusion was that he definitely could but would probably break his neck by falling from it.

"I need you to invite them here," Kaz instructed, snapping Jesper out of whatever daring escape plan he had formulated. "I will handle the rest."

"Alright," Jesper nodded. "Tomorrow night."

"Don't get distracted."

"I am not a child!"

Kaz raised an eyebrow at him. No. Not a child. But a very easily distracted man. One sight of a bet and Jesper wouldn't be seen for hours.

"I won't get distracted," Jesper promised after realizing he wouldn't escape the stare-down that he had been caught in the middle of.

Kaz nodded and Jesper abruptly turned around and left the office.

No one in the Barrel could have guessed that the following night would have changed everything for so many people involved.

For the time being, it was all normal.

Then again, who truly knows that they will make history until things start falling down around them?

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[undiscovered-horizon]

"Four Crows Investigation" - Kaz Brekker x Reader

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[Part 2 - Lovebirds' Outfox]

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SUMMARY: After Nina makes a passing comment about Brekker’s heartbeat, three crows join her in an investigation to uncover the true nature of your relationship with Kaz.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.4k

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Sitting around the table, leaning forward in a secretive manner, the four Crows look nothing short of a conspiracy. Their appearance is in no way deceptive - that’s exactly the reason for their meeting. Nina looks between Jesper’s and Wylan’s shoulders, checking whether you and Kaz are in any way suspicious of their gathering. For now, you look a little too preoccupied with each other. Time for the final conference.

The Heartrender leans even further towards her friends, looking between them with a questioning gaze. She seems to be the most excited about this ‘secretive investigation’, as she called it a week ago, but that should not come as a surprise - all of this has been her idea from start to finish. The moment she noticed Kaz’s heartbeat significantly pick up when you showed up in a ball gown in an attempt to mix in with the immorally wealthy crowd at the banquet, Nina simply had to know more. Her friends, although reluctant at first, joined the scheme out of their own meddling.

“So, what did you manage to find out?” She’s trying to keep her voice quiet but the sheer excitement makes it difficult.

“I still don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Wylan stutters out while shaking his head gently. He may be part of a crime syndicate now but spying on his friends, and his boss, just seems too far.

“Because we care about them?” Jesper asks with fake worry in his voice. Then, a devious smile appears on his face. “And we’re morbidly curious.”

“Can’t we just ask them, then?”

“As if either of them is going to say something,” Inej grunts. Knowing both of you fairly well, she never expected a straightforward question to get anything outside of a snarky comment or a side-eye.

Nina impatiently taps her hand on the table. “Alright, who goes first?”

╚ Jesper’s Evidence  ╝

He knows Kaz is going to get angry the moment he walks through the door but, at the same time, Jesper’s kind of out of options. As much as he hates to admit it to himself and definitely will not do it aloud, he’s facing an impasse.

The moment he pushes the door open, your and Kaz’s eyes snap towards him. He makes a note of your shoulders - brushing against one another as you’re standing over scattered papers, a little too close for practicality or for the closeness to be accredited to accident. You’re definitely giving the impression that he walked in at an inconvenient moment.

But Jesper is good at bluffing, never giving away that he noticed the thought-provoking lack of space between you. “Carliogne won’t talk unless he sees the contract you signed with Bruglione,” he informs. “His reasoning is that we’re probably trying to fuck him over.”

Kaz stares at him for a moment with an unreadable expression. “We are,” he finally answers.

“Well, he doesn’t need to know that for now, does he?”

“It makes sense,” you speak up. Pondering, you nod to yourself. “If he sees the contract, he’ll become less cautious and playing him should be even easier. Just wait a second,” you wave your hand at Jesper, “I think I put it in the bottom drawer.”

The moment you crouch behind the desk, Jesper’s eyes catch movement - Kaz is covering the edge of the table over your head with his hand. Considering that he’s looking at papers in the opposite direction, he might not even be aware of this little habit. The gunslinger stifles a smile. Nina is going to love this.

Soon, you stand back up at the protective hand reaches to flip through a wad of documents as though nothing has happened. Extending your arm towards Jesper, you offer him the folded contract between your two fingers.

“Please, don’t get it stained.”

“Can’t make promises,” he says with a cheeky smile as he snatches the paper from you.

Jesper hears your groan right before he closes the door behind himself.

╚ Wylan’s Evidence  ╝

Wylan rarely got ‘field work’ aside from setting up explosives. The out-of-ordinary occasions were stake-outs, when he’d sit in one place for hours on end waiting for something to happen, having only Jesper’s company to pass the time - not that there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, that’s the only part that makes those ‘patrol duties’ bearable.

 Although he feels uneasy creepily watching, he’s supposed to wait for an agreed-on sign to carry out his part in the plan. And with Jesper gone to the bathroom, the responsibility of staying vigilant is his only. Sitting on the carriage bench, he has a good view of the street but most of his attention surrounds a certain table at a boulangerie near the junction. You and Kaz are doing a great job at looking common - just drinking coffee, chatting, completely run-of-the-mill people and definitely not hardened criminals ready to call their companions to action when their prey is in sight.

Wylan suddenly sits up, hardly believing the scene unfolding before his eyes: you offer Kaz your bagel and he just… bites it. No glares, no scowls, he just takes a bite and you continue the conversation. Maybe Nina was right and something is up.

The carriage shakes slightly as Jesper gets back on it. “What did I miss?” he asks in an upbeat voice.

╚ Inej’s Evidence ╝

It’s the middle of the night but Inej rarely works at other times. Only one thing stands between her and the comfort of her bed - Kaz. She’s well-aware that he’s still going to be working at this hour, making her wonder once more: when does he rest?

Kaz seems to be expecting her as he doesn’t even flinch when she barges into his office. He just looks up at her for a moment, only to return to writing something. Inej is about to tell him what Lorenzzo Carliogne had been up to during the day, when her eyes focus on a surprising singularity: the daybed standing in the corner of the office, used as an additional shelf or a desk most of the time, is occupied. First, she realizes that it’s you sleeping on it but then another, a much more interesting detail, catches her eye in the dim candlelight of the room - you’re covered with a coat that undoubtedly looks like it belongs to Kaz.

“I take it there’s a reason you’re here at this hour?” Brekker brings her attention back to himself.

“Yes,” she starts, sparing you one last glance before looking at Kaz, “Carliogne lives with his wife and three children. Staff comes in through a separate pair of doors, only the main chef and butler have keys to it. There’s a rotation in guards during lunch.”

“Good,” he answers. Kaz looks up at Inej but again, it’s just for a moment - his focus is soon directed at the papers in front of him.

A silence falls. The thought to inquire about you, the daybed and his coat passes her thoughts but an instinct dissuades her from doing so. Because realistically, what sort of answer would Kaz give her anyway? It’s better to spare herself the snark and just go to bed.

The four friends look between each other, curious whether all of them came to the same conclusion. Tense excitement hangs in the air. There is a certain aspect of juvenile nosyness that entices them, making this whole over-the-top operation fun and not just a gossip convention.

A pout twists Nina’s face. It would have looked sad if it wasn’t for her raised eyebrows, making her expression more compassionate than woeful. “They’re so in love it’s kind of embarrassing,” she announces.

Three pairs of eyes follow her pitiful gaze to the faraway table where you’re sitting with Kaz, oblivious to the interest the Crows have in you. It looks like you’re retelling him a story, gesturing wildly with one of your hands, while the other is kept on the table, underneath his gloved fingers. Kaz is just nodding along, answering something shortly from time to time. 

“Just look at them,” Jesper says with a sense of misguided pride as though he had some contribution in the makings of the couple. He’s shaking his head with amusement. “How could we ever had any doubts?”

“Do you think they know that we know?” Wylan asks quietly.

Inej shrugs. “I don’t think they care.”

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[redamancyys]

All Around Me - Kaz Brekker

WARNING(S) ◆ smut, piv sex, oral (fem recieving), cursing, unedited.

WORDS ◆ 3.7k

REQUEST(S) ◆ based off of this request, though i did stray a little. basically kaz and the reader have sex for the first time!

AUTHOR'S NOTE ◆ sooooo this ended up being a lot steamy-er than i intended, but i hope that you enjoy it, because i definitely liked writing this one!

To say that the desire was eating you both up from the inside was an understatement. 

Kaz had never wanted a person the way that he wanted you. It was a raw, carnal desire that came from deep within him. He had never been a person who ached for touch until he met you, he wished that he was able to be the man that could grab you by your hips without spiraling into a panic, or could kiss you for as long as you wanted without having to take a break because his internal thoughts were becoming too much to handle. 

You would always explain to him that it wasn’t his fault. 

Hushed whispers, your hands placed ever so carefully on his clothed body, trying to keep him grounded whenever the aversion got too bad. You had seen him at his worst, where he had to put his head in between his knees in order to stop the flashbacks from coming back to him. Though sometimes no matter how hard you tried, Kaz would morph back into that little boy again, feeling his brother's dead motionless flesh against his own as he floated back ashore. He would feel alone, no matter how much you tried to explain that you were here, he didn’t have to worry, he wasn’t there, he was safe.

And what was even worse, he felt like he was somehow disappointing you. He was with you, but you couldn’t even touch his bare skin without him spiraling into a mess. No matter how many times you explained that you were there for him, that you were always going to make sure that he was okay, there was still a piece of him that wished he was different. But Kaz’s wishes never came true, it would never magically go away. He had to face this head on if he was ever going to be able to properly love you, and for you, he was willing to try anything. 

That had been a few months ago, and since then the two of you had worked very hard to overcome his aversion. You went slow, placing bare hands against each other, small kisses, anything that you could think of that would be enough to help but also just enough to not make Kaz feel uncomfortable. It had gotten to the point where you two were able to cuddle with one another, his hands could go up and down your spine and paint small drawings on the skin of your arm and legs. And you could do the same towards him. After a while, you both were able to take your tops off, explore those parts of your bodies, and every time you went farther, the desire began to creep its way into both of your chests. Both of you were aware what the next step was, you both weren’t dumb, but neither of you had the inclination to talk about it. It was like the two of you were dancing around the conversation, doing everything that you could to not bring it up. 

Wylan and Jesper were always talking about it. Well, that was a lie, Jesper was usually the one that would talk about it with you. He always talked about the pining, the excitement of getting to explore your lover's body . . . it was something that you wanted but had never experienced before and before you knew it, you were sitting on your shared bed with Kaz, trying to concentrate on a book while he did his paperwork at his desk. You took a moment to stare at him, watching as his hands pressed against the paper, quill etching sounds into the silence between the both of you. You took your bottom lip into your teeth, sucking in a harsh breath. You could do this. 

“Kaz, I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

You could’ve gone about it a different way, because the moment Kaz stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, there was a hint of worry in his expression. Most of the time when a person told another that they had to talk to them about something, it was bad news, and you were quick to assure him that it was nothing of the sort. “Nothing bad, I promise. I just wanted to bring an idea up to you.” His face immediately softened, one that you knew he didn’t share with many. You took a moment to study his expressive eyes, your own going from them to his lips, the ones that you wished were kissing the delicate skin on your body. Giving him a tiny smile, you said, “I wanted to see what you . . . thought about having sex with me? We’ve been getting to that point for a while now and I just thought that it wouldn’t hurt to ask if you wanted to go all the way?” 

This was definitely something that he wasn’t expecting to come out of his mouth, especially because of the unspoken barrier between the both of you when it came to talking about these types of things. Of course he wanted to, saints, if he could he would take you right then and there but you and him knew that it would take a lot more mental preparation on his end for this to happen. And perhaps for a moment you thought that you had struck a nerve with him, that he would dismiss the idea and you would leave to compose yourself, but that was far from the truth. Instead he set down the quill and turned to face you completely, his gloved hands playing with one another as an attempt to ground. You didn’t move, eyes attentively staring, waiting for him to say something. Kaz eventually opened his mouth to say, “Of course I want to have sex with you.” He said it as though you were dumb thinking that he wasn’t, but you knew that this was his way of trying to guard himself from the actual thoughts that came into his head. “I think I just need a little time to prepare first-” “Yes! I know, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable first,” You cut him off, not wanting him to think that you were going to pressure him. 

Soon enough you two were discussing the logistics, almost as if you were scheduling a business meeting of a sort. It made you chuckle at first, but as the days went by, closer to the date that the two of you planned to finally go the final step, your nerves began to jumble up. 

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You sat down at the edge of his bed, very reminiscent of a few days ago when you popped the question, but instead of Kaz sitting at his desk, he was sitting beside you. His breathing was slightly rigid, he was nervous which you completely understood. In order to comfort him, you placed your hand on his gloved one, looking at him with a look of kindness in an attempt to show him that you were nervous too. 

“I love you,” You said to him. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

One finger at a time, you began to pull his gloves off of his hand, and then the other one, setting the pair onto the bedside table. You held one of his hands with yours while the other one made its way to the back of his neck, pressing soft kisses to his lips. Kaz responded by putting his hand on your waist, eagerly kissing you back. He pulled you closer to him, until you got the idea of straddling his waist, legs on either side of him as you sat on his lap. This kissing went on for a while, semi for comfort but also for pleasure, as you knew that you would never get tired of kissing Kaz Brekker. His lips tasted like honeyed tea and you relished in the notion that you would be the only one who ever got to taste such a sweet thing. 

You were still sitting on his thighs and you needed him more than ever now. That familiar feeling that bubbled up inside of you whenever you two got this far began to resurface, causing the kissing to become even more fast paced, filled with want and need. Though the most enjoyable part was that the two of you were having fun, taking moments to stop and admire one another. For a moment a sly smile came across his lips and you wiped it away with a kiss, going back to the fast pace that had been set before. Your hands came and tentatively went under his shirt, feeling the taut skin of his chest with calm and courteous fingers, not wanting to upset him, though clearly beginning to fog up the idea of being gentle. The thought of him above you with a body like that? It made you falter in your movements. He was beautiful, and you were sure that you would never allow him to forget it. 

Using the break in your concentration to his advantage, Kaz began mouthing along your skin, knowing that your neck was sensitive in a multitude of places and skimming your skin with his teeth ever so gently, hands pulling up your shirt above your head. His eyes scanned your body, raising an eyebrow. “No bra?” He asked, making you shy away and look anywhere but at his face. You didn’t reply, but he seemed to not like that. His hand came and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. You gave a small smile, “I wanted to be comfy.” He hummed, somewhat disappointed in your answer but not disappointed at how compliant you seemed to be with him. Kaz went back to kissing your neck, teeth grazing along your soft skin, making you jump whenever he bit down on a particular spot. 

You were beginning to grow impatient. Perhaps it was with the way that he was worshiping you, wanting to kiss every single inch of you and make you keel into his touch over and over again. Or maybe it was because no one had ever made you feel this way before. You hadn’t been with others before, never trying to get this far with the men of Ketterdam for fear of ruin or awkwardness in the morning. You had only longed for Kaz before. 

His hands found your breasts, squeezing them and kneading them together, fingers coming to pinch your nipples. Your back arched into him and you almost fell over on top of him, using your hands on his muscles to stop you. You reached and decided you wanted to please him, to show him how much you wanted him. You trailed your hands under his shirt and came to the band of his pants, pushing your fingers past it and making your way down. Before you could hit his obvious hard on, one of his own hands came and grasped your wrists, pulling your hand away. You looked up, thinking that you did something wrong. Tilting your head, you gave him a silent what? Maybe you had made him uncomfortable, and he was trying to come up with a way to tell you off. 

Though that didn’t seem to be the case when Kaz’s lips offered a smirk. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” Kaz explained. In one movement he put his hands to your back and flipped you two over, him now on top of you. Your head hit the mattress with a small humph and wondered what he had in store for you. 

You worked with him to shimmy your pants and panties off, throwing them to some side of the room. His hands splayed against your thighs and you watched with an open mouth to see what he was going to do. He gave you a look, a familiar one that reminded you that you were actually here with him, no one else, the two of you were doing this amazing thing together. Your heart swelled with adoration as you thought that this was the man that you loved, the one that you trusted more than anyone else in the entire world. You were also well aware of the slick that was beginning to coat your thighs, body betraying you and showing him how much you wanted him, how you ached for him. Kaz seemed to like it though, bringing his flesh hand to your slit and scooping some of it up. When he brought his hand back up, you could see the way that it glistened on his skin, popping a finger into his mouth and humming sinfully at the taste. He did it again and again, humming every single time your arousal hit his tongue. You looked down with heated cheeks, feeling a little embarrassed that you were getting so worked up over something so small. “You taste . . .” He trailed off, bringing his tongue to your folds and swiping up from your hole to your clit. “Amazing.” 

“It’s all for you,” You said, wiggling your hips and urging him to pleasure you again. Kaz smirked, feeling a sense of pride wash over him at your words. He brought a finger to you and pushed it in, watching your mouth open into a wide ‘O’ at the feeling. He curled it up, making your muscles tighten around him. Kaz built a steady pace and he came back up to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek sweetly as if he couldn’t hear the lewd sounds that were being created when he added a second finger in. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” He said, towering over you. His thumb rubbed against your clit while his fingers fucked into you. “To see you under me like this.” The both of you seemed to have this desire for each other for the longest time. 

You moaned out at his words, thighs clenching around his hand to keep him there. You couldn’t respond, too busy thinking about the steady fire that was building in you. You reached to climb higher, hoping he would grant you some kind of release. He didn’t give it to you though. Instead, whenever you were getting to that tipping point, he would stop all of his movements altogether until you stopped shaking, then repeat the process over and over again. It was making you go crazy, how he had the power to push you towards release but he just wouldn’t do it.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t. As if to test you further, he pushed a third finger into you, making you moan out his name loud and roll your eyes to the back of your skull. His thumb kept rubbing languid circles on your clit. You thought if you stayed quiet you could sneak an orgasm, cut him off guard. But as if he heard your thoughts, his movements stalled and he put his other hand firmly on your hips so you couldn’t even move against his statue-like hand. His dark eyes bore into your own and you squeezed around his fingers. “You make me feel so good, Kaz.” The praise fell from your lips with ease, lava pooling in your stomach as if threatening to burst at any moment. If only he would just rub a little bit more . . .

He pulled his hand away from you. Kaz didn’t even respond to your statement and you wondered if you said something wrong, if he had enough. And he had enough all right, but not enough of you. He wanted to see you cum, just around his cock and not his fingers. But you couldn’t hear what he was thinking, which made you whimper when he pulled himself away fully, standing at the edge of the bed. You opened your legs up to him, the farthest that you could go without hurting yourself and hoping that it would make him come back to you quickly. Your clit was aching from several denied orgasms, almost thinking about pulling your hand down to finish yourself off, though deciding against it when knowing Kaz would never allow something like that. He liked seeing you writhing like this. 

Kaz’s hands shed all his clothing. He wasn’t exactly putting on a show for you but you marveled anyways, watching the way that his muscles flexed when his shirt came off and how you wanted to lick all around his abdominal region and make your way all down to his cock, which was pressed against his stomach and slightly glistening with precum. It was big and felt your insides clench just thinking about it sliding into you. Once he was satisfied with his clothing off, he came back down to the bed and kneeled between your spread legs. 

“Kaz,” You whispered. “Please.” 

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes and it took all of your strength to not roll your eyes. “What do you want me to do to you?” Of course he wanted to hear you say it, to announce what he was inevitably going to do. You couldn’t ignore the way you loved how controlling he was with you, how he ordered you to do some things. And as much as you hated that he didn’t let you cum, you also loved how he would make you cum when he wanted you to, not you. He took his cock into his hands and rubbed the tip against your glistening folds, teasing you in the most sinful way possible.

“Please . . . Fuck me Kaz. Make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.” You just wanted him inside of you so badly, you were going to scream if this went on for any longer. He was right there, denying you both the pleasure. With a nod of his head, he pushed into you in one fluid motion. The feeling of him bottoming out inside of you made you grip onto his bicep, pulling him close so his warm chest was against your own again. He wasted no time moving, the sound of it deliciously sweet in your ears. Kaz took your legs and pushed them upwards, your feet hanging off of his shoulders and pressing your thighs further up until they were almost hitting the mattress. The change in position had you crying out, feeling him hit deeper inside of you. 

You could feel every single scrape of his cock against your walls, increasing that fire in your stomach until you were sure you were about to cum. He kept at it with such loyalty and vigor, his motivation to make you feel the best you ever had fuelling him to a tenfold. He was such a devoted man to begin with, so you should’ve known that he would handle things the same way in bed. 

You squeezed around him. “Please,” You whimpered. 

“Go ahead.” Those two words were all you needed, allowing yourself to scream out as your orgasm ripped through you, built up again and again and now it was finally here and it was amazing. It rippled through you like shockwaves, and made you go limp under him, legs completely boneless. Kaz didn’t let up as he rode through your orgasm, keeping the same pace with you. He was unforgiving, not giving you time to adjust and instantly making you feel the feeling of overstimulation. You were so sensitive to his cock ramming in and out of you that you could feel a second orgasm already building up. The tip of him hit a particularly nice spot in you and you yelled, curling your toes and your hands came to tangle and grip in his hair. You almost stopped for a moment thinking that you were hurting him, but when you looked at his face, you saw only fucked out bliss, white incisors showing in a ravenous grin. His eyes opened and they were almost fully dark, making you shiver. 

“You feel so good,” He mumbled, as though he was talking to himself. He was completely thrown into the pleasure that you were giving him, hot and warm and just perfect , like you were made for his cock to be rammed into over and over again. “Made for me, all for me.” He used your past words, them never losing their meaning no matter how many times he muttered under his breath. 

Time seemed to slow and grow faster at the same time, the whole room disappearing as both of you focused on only each other. You weren’t sure how many times he had made you cum at this point, you took whatever he gave you and took it well. When you got enough strength to crane your neck down, you watched as your hole enveloped his cock, it coming back out slicked with the remnants of your past orgasms. Kaz saw where your eyesight was and a sense of pride washed over him again. “Do you like watching that? Seeing how well you take me?” He asked, egging you on. His hand went to grab your own and placed it on your lower abdomen, and you could feel the skin slightly raising up every time he went into you. You could see it too, sliding in and out. Though, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself, his movements were beginning to falter. He was becoming more sloppy with his hips and you knew he was about to cum. So, to give him what he had worked for, you wiggled your hips up, matching his hips. Your oversensitive clit rubbed against the base of his cock and you were clenching around him, and as if on cue, you were cumming again, feeling weak under him. Kaz wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up, his cock splitting you open until he was spilling inside of you. 

The moans that left his mouth were probably the hottest things you had ever felt in your life. You could feel his cum dripping down his cock, coating your thighs and dripping onto the soiled sheets. He put you down on the bed and followed you, eyes watching your own and kissing your sweaty forehead. He finally stopped moving and stilled inside, not wanting to leave you. He didn’t want to leave this moment and neither did you. 

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[funnyao3]

"What are we here for if you won't tell us what's happening," Nina whines. 

"I wanted to hang out with Wylan," he says with a flat tone that Wylan has already come to learn as Kaz's form of sarcasm. 

"We were gonna do face masks and watch a romcom later," Wylan says, and Kaz's eye twitches as he gives a tiny nod in affirmation. At least he's committed to the bit, no matter how much he undoubtedly wants to glare at Wylan for the terrible addition.

Nina stares at the two of them, bewildered and speechless for all of three seconds. "When the hell did you two become such great friends?"

"We've always been great friends," Wylan and Kaz say at the same time, in the same dead tone.

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[maidenofcrows]

Lil excerpt from another fic I’m having a hard time finishing:

She sat in the window, watching the sun go down, half-hidden behind Ketterdam’s rooftops. She watched the room become bathed in a warm orange glow that reminded her of her parents' caravan. Her mother’s favorite silks. The rich tea blend that her father liked to share. The lighting in the performance tents just before the lamps were lit. Stories shared among aunties, uncles, and cousins around a fire. As she watched, she waited. Listening for a familiar thump-step step to come from the stairs.

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[frost-queen]

When the wave washes over (Reader x Kaz Brekker)

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Summary: Kaz, Reader and Nina are on the move. When you are suddenly hit with a panic attack, bringing you back to your abusive past with your father it turns to the worst. Nina unable to calm you down, you take a run for it; leaving Kaz so worried he goes after you. He tries calming you when you tell him about a bit about the reason of your panic attack making Kaz hug you for comfort. WARNINGS! Abuse, traumatic past

Kaz and you were waiting outside. His grim expression focused on his surroundings. A thin cloud of fog swirling around his legs. You kept your eye out for Nina as you were supposed to meet up. Kaz lifted his head up watching the sky. A flock of birds flying across. – “Nina!” – you called out making him lower his head. He quirked his eyebrow up seeing Nina walk over with a pastry in her hand. Plucking bits and pieces off to put in her mouth. – “Couldn’t make it any sooner?” – Kaz asked coldly watching the pastry in her hand. Nina shook her head. – “I was hungry, and you know I can’t function on an empty stomach.” – she snapped at Kaz. 

Kaz tearing his gaze away from her. – “Were you followed?” – he asked, watching carefully over his shoulder. – “No.” – Nina groaned out, like she was going to be that stupid. You moved your shoulders up when Kaz looked at you with a bothered expression. Knowing how much it sometimes bothered him how the crows acted. You laughed just knowing what he was thinking. His heartbeat spiked up, fighting the urge to curl up a smile. 

Nina stopped munching on the pastry, lifting her brow up at Kaz. She then let her gaze go towards you, smiling sweetly. – “What?” – Kaz commented to her. Nina’s eyes widening with a silly smirk. – “Nothing.” – she muttered out, mouth stuffed. Kaz ignored her turning around. Nina and you followed him through the alleyway. The fog rising as it damped your shoes and clothing.

In the distance rang a bell. A new ship arriving at the docks. It made you look over your shoulder to where the docks are located, catching Nina’s gaze in the process. She smiled sweetly back at you. Looking back in front of you, you noticed Kaz was going on a firm pace. You jogged over to him to catch up, falling into his step beside him. – “Keep your eyes open.” – he told you without acknowledging you. Simply feeling your presence near him. You hummed loud, disappearing from his side. 

He glanced briefly to where you disappeared. Hearing Nina’s steps, he exhaled soft. – “Interesting heartbeat you have.” – she teased. – “That is not a requirement of your job!” – he made clear giving her the cold shoulder. – “Couldn’t help it, it made itself so knowable to me.” – she snickered not able to slip in a tease. Kaz grunted loud, gripping the crow’s head on his cane tightly. Had he truly made himself so known? He glanced up to the rooftops and into alleyways in the hope of catching you. 

“Looking for someone?” – Nina asked tauntingly. Kaz exhaling loud, stepping up his pace. – “Aww did I struck a nerve?” – she dramatically said. She rushed back over, falling in one step behind him. From an alleyway through the smoke of fog joined you, Kaz’s side. – “Hello Y/n.” – he said barely looking. Nina looked to her side, jumping out of her skin at the sight of you.

“Saints Y/n!” – she called out as you removed a boyish hat from your head. Then you removed the boyish clothing you had disguised yourself in over your normal clothing after taking your leave. – “I thought you were someone else for a second.” – she said taking a deep breath. – “It’s called a disguise.” – you told her with a laugh. Kaz smirking. – “Where did you even find those clothing?” – Nina asked as you fell in line with Kaz. You spun around, winking at Nina. – “An artists never reveals her secrets.” – you spun back ready to report to Kaz. 

“Three at the front. Two more on the roof and I counted at least five on the second floor.” – you informed him. Kaz nodding once. – “I also caught a whiff of a new shipment coming in, in two days carrying special cargo. If you know what I mean.” – you added with a wink. Kaz’s heartbeat spiked up once more. Nina clearing her throat behind him, making him aware of it. – “One under Pekka’s name.” – you concluded making Kaz smirk. 

Nina frowned at his blood pressure rising at the name of Pekka. – “If you fancy a snatch from under his nose…” – you suggested, leaving it in the open. Kaz found it tempting leading you around a corner into an open square. Some workers unloading and moving crates and bags into a building. A bag full of grain dropped to the ground with a loud thud, catching your attention. A certain type of laughter, loud and deep filled your ears making you stop.

A flash appearing before your eyes. A dark silhouette shuddering with laughter. The same deep and loud laughter of amusement. – “Y/n?” – It was Nina speaking making you snap out of it. – “Are you okay? Your heartbeat spiked up in an instant.” – she told you, coming to lay a hand on your shoulder. – “I…I’m fine.” – you breathed out, noticing Kaz had stopped to look at you as well. Nina looked up to Kaz with a certain clearance in her eyes. 

The three of you moved on. – “Watch it!” – you heard one of the workers call out, immediately bringing you back to the past. Watch it Y/n!” the loud voice of your father ringing in your ears. Blinking rapidly you were brought back to the present, noticing you had lingered a bit, catching up with them. Swallowing nervously, you were a bit wary of the sudden flashbacks you were getting. Palms getting sweaty as your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ear. 

As if it was the only sound you could hear along side your loud breathing. Blinking quick, you snapped your head to the side, trying to escape another flashback. A dark room with little light coming from underneath the door. The door suddenly swinging open as the dark silhouette of your father emerged. His loud laughter taunting you.

You staggered back from the memory. – “Y/n?” – Nina asked having stopped to approach you. Your head turned to the side, seeing a man step out of the building as your eyes widened. The lines of present and past blurring as it slurred you back into the past. A wave washing over. Suddenly you found yourself locked up again in that dark cold room. Curled up and shivering. Lips dry, stomach empty from being starved for days now. Limbs black and blue from bruises. The door opened as your father entered, his cigarette lighting up his face. Smoke surrounding him. He stepped into the room as it immediately made you crawl back. 

The fear nestling inside of you only made him laugh more. With four firm steps was he at your side. Plucking your weak body up from the ground. Stomach barely growling anymore from the food it was never getting. Your bones sticking out in some places, letting it known how underfed you were. The first blow came without warning. Bruising your jaw. Blood forming in your mouth, making you spit it out. Then a kick came against your empty stomach. Rolling you over on your back. Coughing loud, you moved your hand up. Begging him for mercy with the gesture. He chuckled loud, leaving the room for a moment. Thinking he had given you mercy till he returned and emptied a bucket of Icey water from the lake onto you. A rush of pain moving through your body, making you scream it out.

“Y/n!” – Nina called out worried, grabbing you by the shoulder. Seeing how you were sweating, heart racing and breathing shallow. Kaz stared worriedly at you, knowing the symptoms. He had gone through them again numerous times whenever he was reminded of his past, his brother. You grabbed for your chest, squeezing your fingers into your skin. – “She’s having a panic attack.” – Nina alerted him even though Kaz already knew. – “I can ease her.” – Nina said already bringing her fingers closer to you. 

“Don’t kill her!” – Kaz made clear. – “I’m not going to kill her!” – Nina snapped back at him. – “She’s off value.” – Kaz added taking a step closer to you. Nina brought her fingers together, placing them in the nook of your shoulder. You gasped loud feeling the subtle push of her control over your blood flow and heart rate. Nina pressed her fingers deeper into you, clenching her jaw. – “Nina!” – Kaz bit at her when you started panting loud. Going in and out of your flashbacks. 

Nina tensed her muscles trying to slow your heartrate down, but you seemed too deep in. You sucked in a loud breath, eyes wide as you visioned your father’s face on one of the workers that looked so similar to him. Heart thumping out of control, sweat dripping down your spine. You thought you found a way out, yet here you were pulled back into the past you rather forgot. Never forgotten yet always present in the deepest part of yourself.

“Y/n!” – Kaz shouted out when you took a run for it. Needing a way out. – “Y/n wait!” – Kaz stumbled forwards with his cane too fast. He had to grip on tight to the crow’s head, exhaling loud. – “Y/n!” – he repeated loudly getting in motion again. Quickening his pace to go after you. Over the square into an alleyway where he saw you leave in. You couldn’t think or handle straight. Heartbeat throbbing in the palms of your hand. You coughed loud finding it hard to catch your breath. Body feeling cold and hot at the same time. 

Flashes of the past haunting you immensely. The sight of yourself laying in the dark and cold. Numb fingers. Hallucinating from the lack of food and sleep. Broken and bruised you never thought you’d get over it. Thinking you were at the final station of your life. There was nothing beyond, no one that came to rescue you. This would be the end and frankly you accepted it. Death is a faith far better than life. You couldn’t take it anymore, legs giving away under you. You dropped to the ground, crying at the ache in your heart. The phantom pain of hunger making you grab your stomach. Wave after wave crashing over you with no way of getting back up on your feet.

“Y/n!” – Kaz shouted out of breath coming in sight. He dropped to his knees, letting go of his cane as it clattered to the ground. – “Breath.” – he said seeing you struggled to find it. – “Breath Y/n breath!” – he insisted showing you how it is done. You stared back at him trying to mimic his steady breathing he showed you. It took you a while to steady it a bit. – “I am here…” – he spoke wiping quickly a tear from your cheek. – “Nothing bad can touch you… never again…” – he reassured you keeping a close eye on you. – “I…I… saw him again…” – you stumbled over your words. – “Who?” – Kaz asked concerningly. 

“My father.” – you made clear with a gasp. Body shivering once more from the thought. Kaz tried to sooth you calmingly shushing you. Making it know to you it was alright. – “I was back… back in that room.” – you told Kaz. – “Broken, bruised, starved out and ready to die.” – you cried out. Kaz’s expression softened with sorrow, throwing his arms around you. – “You got out Y/n. You pulled yourself out. He can’t hurt you anymore.” – Kaz wrapped his arms tightly around you, calming you down. 

I’ll make sure of it. The nightmare is over Y/n… you are still here.” – he moved his head to the side, leaving a lovingly kiss on your cheek. You cried louder against chest; arms restless on your lap. Kaz squeezed you tighter when your limbs went lifeless from exhaustion. – “I have you.” – he whispered to you when Nina came around the corner. She softly smiled, taking a step back. Hearing how your heartbeat was slowing down till a normal rate in his arms.

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