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Sleepless Nights. «James Potter»

James Potter x fem!Reader; Marauders Era; oneshot

SUMMARY: James looks after you when you have trouble falling asleep.

WORD COUNT: 845

NOTES: No, this is not me procrastinating and writing short oneshots because I can’t figure out how to finish my hulking WIP

You were tired. So, so tired. That should have been enough to send you off to dreamland, and yet here you were, staring into space, willing yourself to just go to sleep already.

Every little noise set your teeth on edge. It was like you could hear everything in the universe all at once. An owl hooting outside, the wind blowing against the windows, Lily’s snoring — though you never quite had the heart to wake her up and ask her to stop. You rolled onto your side, aggressively fluffing your pillow to try and make it more comfortable, but the damn thing just didn’t want to cooperate — it was driving you crazy. And you had classes tomorrow. And a test.

Tears of exhaustion and frustration began to well in your eyes. You needed sleep for tomorrow and it was already well past midnight. You would be exhausted. You would fail the test. You would be falling asleep in class. All because your brain hated you and just wouldn’t let you go to sleep.

With an angry huff, you swung your legs out of the bed and walked on socked feet out of the dorm, down the stairs, and into the common room. Nobody else was down there. That was to be expected, though. Sleep often evaded you even when everybody else in the castle was comfortably resting. Except for Dumbledore, perhaps. For some reason, you couldn’t picture him ever sleeping.

You paced the common room, hoping that it might do something to tire you out. When it didn’t feel strenuous enough, you added in the occasional hop or star jump here and there.

“What on Earth are you doing, love?”

You whipped around to see your boyfriend at the bottom of the staircase in a singlet and pyjama pants, hair messy and glasses nowhere to be found. James squinted tiredly to try and see you more clearly but still seemed too alert to have only just woken up. He watched you rather fondly as you did star jumps in the common room, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to even be embarrassed. You were too tired for that.

James had a sheet of parchment clutched in his hand, which logic told you was the map he’d made with his friends. He held it up. “Saw you pacing around down here. Having trouble sleeping again?” he asked sympathetically.

You nodded, eyes still glistening. “Yeah.”

James frowned, holding out his arms towards you. “Oh, darling. C’mere.”

As if pulled towards him by magnets, you fell into his arms and he instantly started stroking the top of your head, pressing soft kisses along your hairline.

“I’m so tired,” you said weakly.

“Come on, I’ll sneak you up.”

You went to follow him up to his dorm as you had already done a few times before, but instead, James placed one arm behind your back and the other under your legs and lifted you up. Your head fell against his chest as he brought you up the stairs and when you got to the door, you reached out and opened it for him.

The dormitory was dark and quiet when he entered, and you closed the door shut behind him quietly so you wouldn’t wake the other boys. James lowered himself onto his bed with you still wrapped up in his strong arms and he settled you to lie on top of him, one of his legs on either side of you, and pulled the blankets up around you both.

In the dim moonlight that came in through the windows, you could see Sirius on the bed next to James’ with a leg and an arm hanging over the edge of his bed. He scrunched his nose up in his sleep and appeared to mutter something to himself, though you could not hear it.

“He’s probably dreaming about chasing down the postman,” said James. You bit your lip to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble out.

“Alright, let’s see what we can do here. Just relax for me, lovebug,” James mumbled against your head. He started running his hands through your hair, nimble fingers lightly scratching at your scalp every few seconds. You could already feel yourself melt against him, tension seeping out of your muscles like magic.

“Did I tell you about Quidditch practice the other day?” James asked. Of course he had; he’d spoken about it at length, and he knew it, too.

“Tell me about it again,” you said, nestling even further into his warmth.

He spoke quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake the others, but his smooth voice sent comfortable vibrations against your ear and throughout your body. After a little while, your breathing evened out and you were falling asleep. Even after he was certain that you were out like a light, James kept running his fingers through your hair and gently kissing the top of your head, just in case you started to stir again, and he was more than happy to do so until he fell asleep himself.

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the nerve of them — poly!marauders

includes: angst ig? a huge fight, slapping, degradation, reader not being into it while the rest are clueless, leading up to smut, but obviously no smut.

An unwanted straggler with no home or a family.

A big mouthed child trapped in the body of a fucking oaf.

And a loner that clung onto a faux aura of mystery to hide how lonely he truly was.

These three were the people spewing insults at you all at once, degrading you to the point of no return. It was an enjoyable kink for the most part, but now your patience was wearing thin.

Who were they to call you such names? One look in the mirror should have granted them enough self awareness as to know who should stay silent and who should be the one in control.

Being in a relationship with the three of them was a dream, but it was quickly turned upside down in moments like these. Maybe it was because you had a shitty day, which was partially caused by your boyfriends. You started off the day like normal, heading off to breakfast with a cup of iced coffee in your hands.

Your peaceful walk to class was turned into a nightmare the second you felt someone pull up close to your ear and whisper, “are you really that much of a whore? Wearing these short skirts around and flaunting what is mine?”

The delivery was so sudden and harsh that not only did you spill your coffee all over your sweater, but you quickly turned around to almost spit in the face of the offender. It was Sirius. Of course it was Sirius. One of the harshest and horniest doms you had ever come in contact with. Angry to the point of seeing red, you snapped at him. “Get the fuck out of my face, what’s wrong with you?”

The asshole mistook your genuine anger as brattiness and soon ⅓ of his gang followed. Remus took in the scene before him and let out a sigh. His disappointment only sent you further down your road of rage, not understanding why he was sighing like a grandpa off his inhaler when he was clueless to the context of the situation. “What happened?” Remus asked Sirius. He completely ignored your presence making you feel like a child about to be scolded by their parents. “She’s being a brat Rem.” Sirius borderline whined as he said this, but of course Remus being the dick rider that he was, didn’t call him out on his bad behaviour.

Turning his glare onto you, he demanded you apologize at once. You tried letting your side of the story be heard. Sirius had snuck up on you, called you a whore and effectively ruined a perfectly good morning. There was no point in you trying to be “good” for them anymore seeing as they would go to the ends of the Earth to create problems where there weren’t any.

You had an ego that was not willing to be stomped on today for the sake of two arrogant boys with their heads stuck too far up their own asses to see sunlight. Instead of saying sorry, you splashed the remnants of your coffee all over Sirius’ white shirt. Drowning him in the brown coloured liquid, just like he did you.

The looks on their faces made you feel a lick of satisfaction. Remus had his eyes blown wide open, ready to fall out of his head. Sirius on the other hand was standing frozen with his mouth slightly agape.

He slowly used his fingers to wipe the drops of cold coffee that splashed onto his face and then his frighteningly cold gaze was turned onto you. Before he had the chance to say something you made your exit, turning on your heel and leaving where you came from. The boys made no move to follow and you were relieved.

Thankfully, your schedule for today was set up in a way that allowed you to spend more time away from them. This is what you needed, some peace and quiet. Of course you weren’t completely off the hook considering that you had your last class with James, who would by now know of the events that took place in the morning. It made you shake uneasily, knowing to expect some taunting remarks about your “bratty” behaviour.

That entire class was spent with James making you worry about the punishment they had in store for you later. He was mocking you, playing with your head and telling you just how much trouble you had gotten yourself into.

You steadily ignored him. Treating James’ consistent blabbering as white noise instead of something legible was the smartest move. The clock moved faster than you had wanted it to and soon you were being led up the boys dormitories by a grinning James. He found amusement in your plight.

As soon as you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Remus and Sirius laying on the shared bed in a nonchalant sort of matter. You knew they were playing it cool to make you nervous, but instead you felt rage.

Clearly very poorly concealed rage seeing as soon you were on sirius’ lap as he squished your cheeks together. The boy went straight to mocking you as finding no point in playing nice. You were to be punished, in his opinion. Not listened to, or understood. In this moment you were to be spanked and fucked until all coherent thoughts left your brain.

“You fucking slut, did you really think you would get away with all that?” he spat, eyes turning dark. He was a sight to see. All furrowed eyebrows and harsh lines. Lips turned down in a scowl as he regarded you with nothing but, what in your irate state was, hate. “Fuck you.” you spat back equally as harsh. Remus scoffed and James quirked an eyebrow at your tone. Sirius was fed up and you saw his hand raise to smack you, but you beat him to it. A hard slap was delivered straight to his cheek, stinging your palm.

There were three harsh intakes of breath from each respective boyfriend as your actions sunk in. Sirius’ head was snapped to the side at your display of aggression. Finally you were giving him the same medicine he often feeds you. The silence ended as you reiterated your previous statement. “I said Fuck you.”

“For someone who claims to be as smart as you do, you really are a lost little boy. What are you? Fucking stupid? Huh, Sirius? I’ve told you, the three of you actually, time and time again today that I am not in the mood. The fact that you daft whores still haven’t understood that yet is just...beyond me.

Spilling coffee all over me to degrading me instead of apologizing like a normal person would. This is what you’re “punishing” me for? Go fuck yourselves the lot of you.

If you’re going to insult me at least, attempt to sound mature about it. I feel like I'm talking to a bunch of horny 12 year old boys who just learned how to curse. If you can’t fuck me nice, please try not to sound so ridiculous when you’re degrading me. God, can you ever do anything right? It’s embarrassing at this point.”

Your outburst was finished as the three of them stared at you in silence. Sirius was lightly clutching his slowly reddening cheek, serves him right, as your chest heaved. It was clear to them how much they fucked up. Communication being something that was basically non-existence during this entire ordeal up till now.

Before they could utter a rushed apology you packed your shit and left. They could chase you and beg if they really wanted your attention that bad. It never was your style to let stray dogs in just like that. You preferred to make them work for it.

Imagine: Being in a Poly Relationship with Harley and Joker:

Harleen’s Intern Part 1

“Ok y/n. You can do this. It’s no big deal, you’ve been trained for this. Plus you won’t be alone. Dr. Quinzel promised she’d be there the whole time. Breath.” You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’ve been giving yourself this pep talk all morning. Today was the day. The day you would finally get to work with the clown prince himself. You’d spent weeks preparing yourself, reading and re-reading the Joker’s case files. Last week Dr. Quinzel informed you that you were ready to sit in on a few of his sessions. You were incredibly nervous but also excited to finally be working with a client. You’d woken up early as a result of a sleepless night but you didn’t mind. You used the extra time to actually eat a decent breakfast and take an extra long shower. You had finished putting on your makeup and you were feeling confident. It was time to go and you were ready to take on the world. Or at the very least a very psychotic criminal. You arrived at Arkham earlier than usual. Dr. Quinzel was waiting for you behind her desk when you entered her office. “Hello y/n. You’re early.” She said with a smile. “I know. I’m nervous.” You replied with a nervous grin.  Dr. Quinzel stood up from her desk. “ That’s perfectly normal. To tell you the truth I was nervous my first time too.” She winked at you and headed for the door. You followed behind and felt your heart rate increase with every step you took. “Deep breaths y/n. Don’t let him know your nervous. He feeds on that.” Dr. Quinzel advised. You nodded your head and took a few deep breaths. Before you knew it the only thing that separated you from the clown prince was a door. Dr. Quinzel placed her hand on the door knob. “Are you ready?” She asked. You tried to control your breathing but you were failing.  "As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose.“ You gave a weak smile that Dr. Quinzel returned as she opened the door.

There he was a man with vibrant green hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. He was already seated at the table wearing his straight jacket. There were two chairs positioned across from J where there would usually only be one. J never took his eyes off of you as you crossed the  room. As you sat down J smiled. “Well what do we have here?” You remained silent while Dr. Quinzel answered for you. “This is y/n, she’s going to be joining us for a few sessions.”  J tilted his head to one side. “How exciting.” He replied his smile growing wider. “How about we get started.” Dr. Quinzel said gaining your attention. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at J this whole time. Well that can’t be good. So much for not attracting unwanted attention to yourself. You quickly refocused your eyes on Dr. Quinzel. Prior to entering the session you had planned on asking your own questions as Dr. Quinzel had encouraged you to do. But somewhere along the way you lost your nerve. Instead you sat quietly as Dr. Quinzel asked J a series of questions. He answered some and ignored others. After ignoring several of her questions, Dr. Quinzel decided to address his silence. “Mister J you seem distracted, What’s running through your mind right now?” She asked leaning back in her chair. J continued to stare at you as he answered. “Well Doctor.” He grinned. “ I was just imaging how it would feel to be between y/n’s legs, hearing her moan my name, begging for more.” Your eyes shot up darting from J to Dr. Quinzel. She tries to quickly put a stop to the situation. “Mister J I-” she’s cut off by J’s maniacal laughter. His eye locked with yours as he spoke again. “Tell me y/n, would you like that?” Dr. Quinzel stood up. “Enough. We’re leaving. Y/n come with me.” She stayed surprisingly calm.  You on the other hand couldn’t be more flustered. What had she said? Don’t let him make you uncomfortable? Yeah about that. Your cheeks were bright red someone on Mars could tell you were uncomfortable. You got up and followed Dr. Quinzel, you heard J let out an angry growl and heard him yell before the door fell shut. “I want an answer doll!”

The walk back to Dr. Quinzel’s office was silent. Well that session definitely didn’t  go as planned. So much for all that confidence. Now you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to face him again. As you entered Dr. Quinzel’s office she gave you an apologetic look. “Y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t think something like that would happen.” You gave her a half smile. “It’s ok. You couldn’t have known.” she walked to her desk and sat down. “Please don’t let this deter you from sitting in on his sessions. Just come back tomorrow and show him it hasn’t affected you. Maybe you should go home early today and relax before tomorrow’s session.” You nodded thankful you were able to return home. “Ok. Yeah thanks I’ll um I’ll do that.” Showing him he had not affected you however, was going to be a challenge. You returned home and changed into some comfy clothes and lounged around a bit. You spread out on your couch lazily as you replayed the events of earlier over and over again in your head. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut into a world of dreams. ‘You were back in that small white room sitting across from J. You were alone with him. Where was Dr. Quinzel? “Answer me doll.” You heard J growl. Your eyes darted back to his figure sitting across from you. His arms free of his straight jacket. This isn’t right. J stood up from chair and circled around the table leering at you. What was his question? “Tsk tsk tsk. It’s a simple question. Yes or no princess?” You didn’t know what you should say. So you simply whispered “yes.” And prayed it was the right answer. J seemed pleased as a smile had formed on his lips. He held out his hand to you and you took it. You stood and walked towards him. J grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. “Say it doll. Say it.” He slid his hands downward gripping your ass tightly trailing light kisses down your neck and biting when he reached your collarbone. What did he want you say. Then it hit you. The question you never answered. You were just about to answer when you heard your phone go off. That’s strange, you shut your phone off when you’re at work’ You woke up still on your couch noticing your phone lit up on the coffee table. You had a message from your mom. ‘Hi sweetie!! I was just checking on you, I know today was your big day! How did it go?’ You had been asleep for a few hours and it took your eyes a few minutes to focus. You texted your mom back with a short and sweet message. 'It went great mom! Loved it!’ There was no need to worry her with what really happened you knew she would freak out. You were still pretty tired and it was late enough that you could justify going to bed early. You climbed into bed and spend the rest of the night in a dreamless stupor.

You returned to Arkham the next day and went straight to Dr. Quinzel’s office. She greeted you with a smile and seemed to be on her way out. “Hi y/n. We’re seeing Mister J a little early today, hopefully that’s not an inconvenience for you.” Your felt your stomach jump at his name and remembered the events from yesterday. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face him. “Dr. Quinzel, if you don’t mind i’d like to sit this one out. I’m not sure I’m comfortable going back in there just yet.” Dr. Quinzel gave you a sympathetic smile. “I understand, it’s ok.” She continued walking towards the door but turned around before exiting. “You know y/n, you can’t let him get to you. I understand if you need time but I would like you to continue coming to his sessions in the future.” You nodded a slight smile on your face and she walked out. You sat at Dr. Quinzel’s desk going over some case notes to keep yourself busy. You were surprised to see Dr. Quinzel return not 20 minutes later. You thought that was odd since mister J’s sessions usually lasted an hour. Whatever the reason she was back so soon, it couldn’t be good news. “Well you’re back early.” You said stating the obvious. Dr. Quinzel looked frustrated. “Mister J refused to talk about anything unless you were present.” She answers sounding a bit annoyed. You were stunned. Why would he want you there? “W-why would I need to be there?” You questioned a little hesitantly. Dr. Quinzel answered carefully. “Well, er, you see sweetie sometimes Mister J gets fixated on something. Or someone.” She paused for moment trying to find the right words. “When this happens.” She continued. “He begins to act out in order to get what he wants.”  Dr. Quinzel walked closer to her desk sitting on its edge. “I really hate to ask this of you, but it’s extremely important I get him to talk to me, will you please attend his next session?” You had a million questions running through your head but couldn’t find words to ask them. You nodded your head indicating that you would join Dr. Quinzel at the next session. She reached over and squeezed your arm a wide smile on her face. “Thank you so much y/n, I know this isn’t easy but I believe together we can help him.” She stood up getting ready to leave for another session. She was to the door when you finally found your voice. “Wait.” She turned back around. “Dr. Quinzel, why would he become.” You paused a moment and continued, using her words from earlier. “Fixated on me.” Dr. Quinzel shook her head. “I’m not sure y/n. But we have to do our best to get him unfixed. Otherwise…” She trailed off before speaking again. “Anyways don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll catch up with you later to discuss our next session with mister J.” She waved with a smile and shut the door behind her.  What the hell was happening. He was fixated on you. You had read his case notes, you knew it wasn’t unusual for him to become obsessed with things, or people. But you never thought you’d be one of those things. And being one of Mister J’s obsessions absolutely terrified you.

Imagine being a hero but Joker getting obsessed with you and trying to seduce you. Resulting in killing a man who disrespects you to prove his point.

“Why must I attract all the crazy guys?” you sighed, throwing your phone on the table and leaning back in your chair.

“Wait-” Diana looked at you with a frown “Didn’t you to use to be in a relationship?” she motioned between you and Bruce and you shrugged.

“Exactly what I meant.” you mumbled as Barry snickered and Bruce gave you a look.

“Not funny.” he mumbled, his attention back on the big screen in front of him.

“What crazy guy is it this time though? Do we know him?” Diana asked again and you chewed on your lower lip.

“Probably the craziest of them all.” you mumbled “Totally insane.” you whispered mostly to yourself, and oh how right were you.

“Insane” you whispered to yourself as you took a step out of the car and stared right in front of you “This is totally insane.” you breathed out staring at the familiar club’s sign.

“I must have gone insane too.” you mumbled to yourself, but you shook your head and decided to take the remaining steps to the front entrance.

You didn’t bother to stay in line and wait, instead you walked up to the bodyguards in the entrance. You didn’t know what their reaction would be, knowing as most people recognized and knew you as the superhero that would save them on a regular basis, and this was a place for criminals. They would surely not let you as easily, right? Well, wrong. The two men shared a look, the one mumbling something to other before they opened the way for you.

“Please, do come Miss (Y/l/n). Mr J has been waiting for you.” the one of the two said and they let you in as if you were some high class VIP. You couldn’t say that was the best thing considering you were talking about the one and only Joker and his minions.

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can you write about dom!poly!marauders x sub!fem reader with them like outside of the bedroom with casual dominance? i hope this makes sense. i love your writing!

cw: fluff, casual dominance, creepy guy touches you near the end

“C’mon, up.” Sirius patted his thigh as he knelt, and you planted your shoe atop his leg. He tied the black laces of your ankle before patting your ankle, telling you to lower your foot. He stood, brushing his pristine slacks.

His hand returned to yours, fingers entangled as he pulled you along through Hogsmeade. Remus had a hand on you, too, right on your lower back. James settled for walking nearby, within arms length. They liked to be touching you at all times, for safety they would say.

Sirius held the door for you as James helped you over the threshold to The Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere warmed you instantly, lanterns illuminating the tavern and hearth glowing. The four of you took your usual seats in the back.

“Bangers and mash for me, and she’ll have apple pie, and a butter beer, please.” Remus ordered for you, giving the waitress a small smile. Of course you could order for yourself, but you never wanted to. The way they would take control for you made you feel small, protected.

When your hair fell into your face, James was quick to pull your hair back, holding it for you while you took a bite. The entire time, Remus kept his paw steady on your thigh, squeezing every once in a while.

After your meal, they took you into Honeydukes for a treat. You browsed the aisles of candy, landing on a box of peppermint toads. Happy with your decision, you went to find your boyfriends. But then, another sweet caught your eye. The brightly colored box of fizzing whizzbees beckoned you forward, hand reaching out to pluck the box from the shelf.

You were only allowed one item, you knew that. So, when Remus denied you, you turned to James. Giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes, you silently pleaded with him. James was strong in his will, crossing his arms with a stern look, telling you no wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance, returning the whizzbees to the shelf.

“That’s our good girl,” Sirius cooed as he paid for your candy, handing you the small bag. “Thank you, Si.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, placing both hands on his shoulder. You reentered the brisk, fall air, the cool breeze chilling your nose. You looked up, watching the smoke that billowed from the chimneys above.

When you looked back down, you realized you were suddenly unaccompanied in Hogsmeade. The boys having wandered off into a nearby shop, leaving you by your lonesome. A boy from your class approached, “Y’look lost, sweetheart.” You blushed uncomfortably at the pet name. “O-oh no my, my-”

“It’s okay,” he slipped a hand around your waist. “Why don’t I help you find your way back to my dorm.” His tone was all too suggestive for your liking, and you knew it wouldn’t be good if-

Sirius snaked a hand beneath your hair to grab your neck. “Is he bothering you, puppy?” Remus, James, and Sirius had returned to your side, crowding around you. Remus removed the unwelcomed hand that graced your skin, squeezing so hard you feared Remus might break his bones. The boy watched as Sirius’ fists clenched by his sides and James’ jaw tightened. He stepped back, strides faltering as he stuttered, “I-I think I’ll just be going.”

“That’s a great idea, mate.” James called out as the boy turned, running back to the castle. They wouldn’t tell you what they were planning on doing to the poor boy later, but when you were passing by the hospital wing one day, you figured it out.

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Sirius x Reader

Prompt: 10. Where’s your shirt?

Warnings: light smut?

“Y/n baby please, I’m desperate,” Sirius begged and you let out a laugh.

“Yeah well what else is new,”

“Ooh, she got you there Padfoot!” James hollered from a few feet away in the common room, to which Sirius ignored.

“Please I need your help, or I will fail this herbology test!”

“Alright, only because you asked so nicely,” you said with an eye roll.

“Thank you y/n, you’re a goddamn angel! Heaven on earth really,” Sirius said grabbing your hand kissing it. You couldn’t help but blush, and so you turned away.

“We should work someplace quieter, I’ll meet you in your dorm in 5 minutes.” You called over your shoulder, heading as quickly as you could up to your dorm to grab your books (and collect yourself).

You couldn’t see but Sirius didn’t take his eyes off you until you were out of sight. On his face was the giddiest smile. Meanwhile, you were trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. Calm down! It’s just Sirius, you joke around all the time! It’s not like anything is gonna happen between you guys, Sirius hits on anyone with a pulse, it doesn’t mean anything. Right?

You walked into his room, textbook in hand, to find Sirius leaning against his wall completely shirtless. You always thought he was cute, but quidditch had done him well. His lean body was now toned, with strong arms that were often covered under rolled up robes. You could see his deep v line poking out from his pants. His eyes lit up as you walked in and he smirked seeing you in the doorway.

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“Hi, baby,” James murmurs, attempting desperately to meet your wandering gaze. 

“Hi.” You chirp fidgeting anxiously with the fingers in your lap, specifically Remus’ as your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Was I good? Good for you?” 

“So good, angel. So good.” Sirius croons from behind you, pulling a pair of boxers over his hips as he saddles up behind you. “Took us so well, yeah?” 

You shake your head, releasing your hold on Remus’ appendage before your fingers travel up, tugging anxiously at your hair as a lethargic haze shrowds your line of vision and lulls you forward until you’re all but collapsing into James’ embrace. “Just a little toy...” You whisper in your inebriated state, malleable in James’ hold as he pulls you from the mattress. “Just a little plaything...” 

“No, you’re not, kitten. You’re so much more than that, hmm? You’re our darling y/n. Come back to us. Come back fo’ me.” James reminds you, Remus darting to the bathroom to draw a warm bath for your aching limbs. 

Languid tears dance on the precipice of your eyelids, and you fall forward, forehead smearing against James’ clavicle. “No ‘m not! Just a little cock slut. N-Nothing more...” You pause for a few seconds. “I did good, right? I did good, right daddy?” You turn your head to catch Sirius’ gaze. 

“‘M not daddy anymore, poppet. S’just me. S’just Sirius.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over the apple of your red-tainted cheeks, lips curling into a pout at your blissful nature. 

“Daddy..” You babble, watching as Remus returns from his trip to the bathroom to hook his hands under your armpits and pull you up into his embrace. “Mooonnyyyyyy.......” You sing with laughter, curling your arms around his neck as your head lolls against his muscled shoulder. 

Chuckles rumble from the base of your captor’s chest as he dips down, gently placing you in the porcelain basin and crouching down beside you. James enters right behind him, dipping down to sponge his lips across your brow. Warm water is still spilling from the faucet, splashing against your heated limbs and pulling feeble cries from your lips. 

“S’too much!” You sob out as the water laps at your overused cunt, and you’re bounding up on trembling legs, attempting (albeit not very well) to escape. 

“Shh...” Sirius soothes from behind you, hooking his forearms under your arms once again after he’s slipped off his boxers for the second time that night, and he’s stepping in after you, slipping under your body and seating you across his muscled thighs. 

“That’s a good girl..” James praises from his position at the side of the tub, cupping water in his large palm and pouring it over your perspiring hairline. Sirius smooths his own palms over the expanse of your thighs, careful to avoid your oversensitive bundle of nerves as he tries to pull you back to reality. 

Remus leaves quietly, only to return moments later with a warm cup of hot cocoa that he manages to coax past your swollen, parted lips. 

You’re still babbling incessantly about being the good girl you’ve aspired to be five minutes after, but the boys soothe your woes with gentle kisses along your hairline, and you grow accustomed to the warmth that sinks into your feeble bones. 

“Sirius?” You murmur after a few moments of silence, head dropping back so you can meet his gaze. You’re coming back, that much he can tell. 

“Yes, angel?” His voice is soft as to not disturb the air of bliss that has settled over the four of you. 

“Was I good?” 

“So good, darling.” Remus is the one who answers for his friend, massaging circles into the palm of your hand before he presses his lips against your knuckles. “Best I ever had.” 

He’s not lying. 

You nod, eyes slipping shut as the water begins to cool. Before Sirius can even attempt to get out, James realizes you’ve succumbed to your exhaustion (thankfully) and he bends down to pull you from the tub.

He wraps you up in the fluffiest towel he can find, bringing you back to their dormitory to then dress you up in some spare pieces of clothing he found in his trunk. 

They make sure you’re comfortable in Sirius’ bed as he slides in beside you, curling you into his chest as they all find their own mattress and fall asleep themselves. 

Don’t worry, they make sure to take turns with which bed you sleep in.

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Days Journey // Sir Gwaine

Can you do a gwaine imagine where the reader joins the knights on a quest and maybe Arthur and the others are flirting with the reader which makes gwaine jealous, so he admits his feelings for the reader? 

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 1,218

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“Lady Y/N.”

A gentle smile fell on your lips at the sound of Sir Leon’s voice, your head turning to the right where your eyes met his. He glanced down at you with a charming smile, and you noticed he had one arm tucked behind his back.

“Sir Leon,” you exclaimed, eyes twinkling with delight as you turned your body slightly, so your back was facing the other knights and Merlin, who sat in front and beside you. It was only mid-day, but since you were in no way a rush, Arthur thought it appropriate to let everyone take a small break. “Is there something you needed?”

Leon moved so he was crouched on his knees, instead of bent over, as he shook his head. “No, Lady Y/N,” he said softly, “I merely just wanted to give you this flower.”

Your eyes widened a fraction when you saw the flower Leon spoke of. It was a beautiful lily, the colour a bright, angelic white. You’re not even sure where Leon had managed to find the lily, given that you hadn’t seen any during your days travel.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!”

“I hoped you’d think that.”

Taking the flower, gently, in your hand, you smiled brightly up at Leon. “Wherever did you find it?”

“I found it along the way,” he explained shortly. “Couldn’t help but think of you when I did.”

You raised your hand, taking the flower and tucking it behind your ear. “I will cherish it,” you grinned, cheeks warming lightly as you stared up at the night. “Thank you, Sire Leon.”

“Anything for you, Lady Y/N.”

And as you sat there, smiling to yourself as you played with the flower in your hair, you never even noticed Gwaine from afar. Staring at you, his eyes narrowed, before glaring at the back of Leon’s back.

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“Here.”

You blinked, looking to your left where you met the eyes of Elyan. He was smiling brightly at you, not unlike Leon from earlier in that day, as he pulled a particularly long tree branch out of the way for you.

With a bright smile, you slowed your horses pace somewhat, stunned by his chivalrous. “Thank you, Sir Elyan,” you exclaimed, voice delighted. “How very kind of you.”

“Anything for the Lady Y/N,” Elyan nodded, his eyes never wavering from you as you steered your horse past him.

You picked up the pace the minute you were past him, that delighted smile of yours never wavering. And as you passed Gwaine, offering him a little smile and a nod in greetings, you never once noticed the distant look in his eyes and the way his shoulders dropped with defeat.

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“Allow me to help you, Lady Y/N.”

“Well,” you stated, allowing your hand to slip into that of Percival’s. “Don’t I feel like a princess.”

“That’s because you are, my lady.”

“Oh, rubbish,” you teased, waving your free hand. “I’m no princess, but I am thankful you think so highly of me.”

Percival chuckled at your comment, holding your hand as you swung your leg over, gracefully, so you could easily hop off the side of your horse. The moment you were situated, Percival set his hands on your waist, squeezing gently to make sure he had a good grip, before you jumped off.

With his help, you landed perfectly and steadily on your feet no problem. 

“Thank you very much, Sir Percival.”

“It was my pleasure.”

As you allowed Percival to lead you over to the camp Merlin was preparing, you never noticed Gwaine staring from afar, his body tensing.

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“Are you cold, my lady?”

Your hands paused, left grabbing each arm as you turned your head to the right, finding the King staring at you. You blinked, surprised, before you registered what the man had asked. “Only a little,” you shrugged, offering him a small smile.

You turned your head back to the fire, trying to lean in closer for it’s warmth. But a moment later, you felt something fall upon your shoulders, and turning your head, you saw red, before realizing that it was Arthur’s cape that he’d wrapped around your shoulders.

“I hope that will suffice.”

With your lips parted, you met Arthur’s eyes, before your hands came up, grabbing the cape and pulling it closer around yourself.

“It’s more than enough,” you smiled, “thank you, sire.”

“What kind of King would I be if I left a beautiful woman, such as yourself, to freeze?”

Once again, and possibly for the last time, as you laughed and conversed, you never noticed the way Gwaine looked at either of you.

It was only when he suddenly stood, turned, whipping his own cape behind him and stormed off did you noticed that something was so clearly wrong with Gwaine. His actions caused the attention of everyone there, but while everyone looked off in confusion, you only found yourself deeply concerned.

“If you’ll all excuse me,” you spoke quietly, pushing yourself up to your feet. You never waited for a reply before you begun running after Gwaine, holding Arthur’s cape close to yourself for protective from the wind.

“Sir Gwaine!” You called, hoping to gain his attention. “Gwaine!”

Said man stopped, almost in a huff, but he never turned to look at you. Instead, he kept his back to you as you slowed to a stop behind him, before gently setting your hand on his arm, gently guiding him to face you.

Panting slightly, your cheeks reddened, you blinked up at the knight. “Whatever is the matter?”

“That,” he snapped, gesturing back to the fire, wherever everyone else was sat.

You blinked, glancing back before meeting Gwaine’s eyes with furrowed brows. “I’m afraid I do not unde-”

“I mean,” Gwaine begun, his voice harsh, “them. The way the look at you. The way they talk to you. The way they shamelessly flirt with you.”

“Flirt with me?”

“You cannot tell me you have not noticed.”

Biting your lip, you paused, rethinking the events of the day. Gwaine was quite right, you had noticed how kind all of the knights had been to you, even Merlin, but you had just believed it to be chivalry. “Oh, well they were just being kind,” you shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation.

“I know what flirting looks like, and that, was flirting.”

“Okay,” you agreed, slowly. “Well, if it’s flirting, why does it bother you so much so?”

Gwaine blinked, as if not expecting to be asked such a question. He felt lucky that you couldn’t see his cheeks warm in the darkness of the night, as he tried to find the right words.

“Gwaine?” You pressed.

“Because I like you…”

Your eyes widened, realization flooding you. It was obvious enough, but you never would’ve expected that Sir Gwaine, Knight of Camelot and renowned Lady’s Man would ever like you.

Biting your lip, you smiled gently. “Well, it’s a good think it was just flirting then.”

Gwaine blinked, “huh?”

“Because then I couldn’t do this.”

Leaning forward, you pushed yourself up, pressing your lips against Gwaine’s. It was just a short, chaste kiss, but you pulled back with a bright, naive smile, meeting Gwaine’s eyes who looked absolutely stunned.

“Did you just…”

“Kiss me?”

Gwaine nodded.

Smiling, you nodded yourself, “I did.”

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Get Out Of Jail Free Card

Summary: Felix always get you out of trouble and slowly you start to fall for him.

Pairings: Felix x reader 

Warnings: mild swearing

No matter the weather I would always find a way to piss off Pan, but I didn’t do it to see the reaction on Pan’s face, I did it in the hopes of Felix stepping in to save me.

Did I know why he would save me from getting into trouble all the time? No, but did I like seeing him laugh at all the stupid thing I do? Yes.

I stood on top of a caracole coloured rock that peered over the crystal clear, mermaid infested waters, Mermaids were beautiful, but deadly, if I ran into one then that would be game over, they would drag me down into the depths of the sea and I would never return to the surface again. 

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Becca’s Babysitter

Pairing: Dilf!Bucky x Babysitter!Reader

Word Count: 1540

Warnings: Fluff? Implied smut

A/N: PLEASE RE-BLOG; my blog is suddenly wanting me to flop. anyway, it’s okay if u actually don’t want to. if u read my work u mean the world to me <3

Summary: Bucky and his daughter like you a lot.

Bucky felt bad. When he apologetically texted you that he'd be an extra hour at work, he wasn't really sure what your reaction would be. You were already staying until 11, and Bucky was sure that you had other things to do. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, he didn't get a reaction. Had you missed his message? Surely you'd let him know if you were leaving the house before he was home.

Meanwhile, you shifted uncomfortably in your jeans, tired of watching "Bubble Guppies" with Becca. You loved Becs, but, Jesus, could she really drain you. As soon as you got here, you regretted wearing skinny jeans to play with her. Your eyes were practically drooping and you needed to bring Becca upstairs to sleep. For an eight year old, you thought 9:00 was a pretty sweet bedtime, but apparently Becs didn't think so.

She begged, and begged, and begged for you to let her stay up for another 15 minutes. You did. You always gave in. The last 15 minutes before Bubble Guppies consisted of chocolate and vanilla swirled cookies and icing that read "For Daddy!", which Becca could claim as her own handwriting. You made Becca brush her teeth after eating those, and slowly, she grew tired out as well.

"Thanks for taking me to the mall today, Y/N. I had lots, and lots, and LOTS of fun!"

"Anytime, Kiddo." you ruffled up her hair a little bit, making her giggle.

Just then, you remembered that you should probably hide all of the shopping bags away from Bucky. Anytime you got a single thing for Becca, he'd find a way to pay you back. Most of the things you bought for Becs were bought because you wanted to buy them for her.

"Will you stay will me until the monsters go away, Y/N?"

You sighed, rubbing over your temple, and searching for your phone, only to find that it had fallen out on the couch, where iCarly was now playing on the TV.

Bucky brushed his hair back with his fingers, finally closing up his briefcase, and wiping his tired eyes. Staring at a computer screen for 13.5 hours was not fun, but the blue light glasses you recommended did help.

As fast as he could, Bucky shoved himself into his black Mercedes, remembering that Becca wanted a less flashy car, and turned on the seat heater. He flicked through radio stations until he found a podcast that he wouldn't really be listening to.

The ride home was fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, but to Bucky, it felt like hours. There wasn't even traffic this late at night, so what was the need for so many stop lights?

When Bucky opened the door, he fully expected an irritated Y/N to be waiting in the sunroom, but you were no where to be found, and neither was Becca. The TV was left on, on the main floor. Now Danny Phantom was spying his way through some kind of laboratory.

Leading his way to the kitchen, there was no mess, as per usual. He did, however, notice a couple of loose sprinkles by the fridge's water dispenser. Next to it, a Tupperware filled with the cookies you made that he loved so much, and one placed on a napkin on the top, neat cursive printing "For Daddy!" He smiled widely at the writing, knowing that it was your's.

By now, Bucky had supposed you went home. Maybe your phone died, and you hadn't gotten his message. Or maybe you were keeping an eye on Becca from afar, and by afar, he means across the street. Convenient babysitting, huh?

Bucky trudged up the stairs, eating the chocolate and vanilla cookie, getting ready to brush his teeth, when he heard a buzz. It came from the living room on the main floor, a ringtone he'd heard before followed.

"Must've left her phone here." he shrugged, shoving the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

Before going to bed, he thought he ought to check on Becca, to make sure that she was sleeping okay.

His eyes first caught on the shopping bags, ones he couldn't help but sigh at. They were tucked neatly behind her door, just small plastic handles creeping out. Bending down, he checked the receipt. $100.

"Jesus." he rolled his eyes.

They stopped halfway in their trail, and his breath hitched when his eyes were stuck on you. Becca's arms tugged on your torso, while she was drooling all over your shirt. You, however, had your lips pursed, slow, gentle breaths falling out of them. Bucky couldn't help but coo at the sight.

Searching through his work pants, he finally stumbled out his phone, snapping a picture. It didn't occur to him that the flash was on, even in the pink, lit room. "Daddy?" Becca grumbled out of her sleep, rubbing her head on your tummy as you shifted around.

"Daddy!"

"Hi, Baby! Shh. We don't wanna wake Y/N. She's very, very tired." he shook his head with a finger over head lips. Shortly after, he spread his arms wide for a bear hug from his daughter. He twirled her in a circle before putting her back in bed.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Is Y/N staying forever?"

"Well, I don't know about forever, but she can certainly stay the night if she'd like to."

"What about tomorrow? And the night after that? And after that? And that? And that? And—"

"Okay, okay, Becca. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. I like Y/N too, but we're just gonna have to wait and see what happens, okay?"

"Okay..." Becca pouted like a five year old. "We made you a cookie. The rest are our's though."

You stirred in your sleep, taking in a deep breath, and sighing it all out again.

"Becca. Y/N needs an adult bed. Now, did you make her stay here?"

"I didn't do anything! She was making all the monsters go away!"

"Hey, you stopped caring about the monsters ages ago. Now tell Daddy the truth."

"... Fine. I wanted Y/N to stay here."

Bucky meant to discipline his daughter, he really did, but the confession was just too damn cute. He swept you off the bed like you weighed twenty pounds, and carried you like a bride. "Go to bed, Sweets. It's my turn to babysit."

"Goodnight, Daddy."

"Goodnight, Baby." Bucky waved, closing his daughter's door, so he could carry you into his own bed.

"Such a good girl." he praised both you and his daughter in one statement.

When your head fell onto his chest, he couldn’t help the audible chuckle of adoration that escaped his mouth. He loved the way you treated his daughter. More so, he couldn’t seem to get enough of you.

Laying you gently onto his bed, Bucky brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, stroking his thumb over your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, his lips grazed your cheek, Bucky’s way of saying goodnight, before he went to sleep on the sofa.

It must’ve been an hour before you woke up again, dark walls encompassing you. It smelled like oranges and mint; Bucky. You glanced quickly down the hall to Becca’s room, before sneaking down the hall and staircase.

“Mornin’.” Bucky croaked, having been woken by your steps on the hardwood.

“Bucky—I’m so sorry! I promise, I didn’t mean to—I didn’t know—”

“Y/N, don’t worry about it. Becs is happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Okay.” you sighed, trying to rub your eyes back to sleep. “Thank you so much, Bucky.”

“Stay the night.”

The command caught you off guard, and you found yourself wondering if you were still dreaming. You pinched your arm just to be completely sure.

“You did so much for Rebecca today. I’d love it if you would stay the night. You must be tired.”

“Thank you... but I couldn’t possibly do that to you.”

“Please? I’m asking you to.”

“... Well, alright.” You gave into those sharp blue eyes that always carved holes into your heart, then put it all back together with a hug.

“Amazing. I’ll put on the kettle.”

“Becs really likes you, you know. Tellin’ me she wants you to be her new mommy.”

“I-I didn’t mean to overstep.” your face got heated, rosy blush covering their surface. It make Bucky want to giggle.

“You didn’t. I’d be happy for her to have a mom like you. I mean, her’s left without a second thought.”

“Selfish bitch.” you muttered under your breath, hoping Bucky didn’t hear—he did. “I can’t understand how someone could leave Becca like that. Or you for that matter.”

If it were at all possible, that was the moment Bucky realized his situation. He’d fallen in love with his neighbour, his daughter’s babysitter, and the kind girl across the street who brings over Sunday’s dinners.

Without thinking another thought, he crashed his lips into your’s and you responded almost immediately with your tongue. You scratched at his fluffy, but well-kept, beard with your fingers, and got yourself lost in his lips.

“Becca has to go to school—” Bucky checked his watch. “—in eight hours.”

“P-plenty of time.”

Baby Sparrow

Summary: The reader is on the run from the police because she is the daughter of a pirate.  What happens when she hides on the Black Pearl.

Warnings: Mention of character death, and maybe some blood, and kidnapping, that’s it…..I think

A/n: AT the begging of the story you are 15 or 16 years old. Might make this into a series  

Word Count: 3,608 words

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“GET BACK HERE!!”

Redcoats were chasing after you for a very good reason.  You were the daughter of a pirate.  Your mother had a one night stand with some drunk at a bar, nine months later in the middle of the ocean you were born.  Recently your mother was caught and hung and you were crying internally, but you had to run to escape the same fate. 

You ran past coaches and climbed ladders but you couldn’t shake them.  Now salty air began to fill your nose.  ‘The Docks!’  Developing a plan to hide in a ship could either go amazing or get you in worse trouble.  It was that or swim out to see.  Ships it was.

As you ran on the wooden planks, your eyes scanned the area.  Mostly trade ships and military boats.  That's when a massive ship falls into your line of sight.  It was black as the night sky and no one was on deck. “BINGO!" 

Urging your legs to carry you faster caused you to bump into sailors, one of them caught your attention.  His black hair was in dreads, a red cloth tied above his forehead, at his side was a sword and a pistol, to top it of a hat of a captain.  'Pirate’ ran through your head as you realized why he dressed like that.  As you rushed past him, you kicked a table of spices over which sent powder into the air making a colorful cloud of exotic smells and colors.

The threat falling behind only edged you on.  As you approached the ship you leaped over objects and skipped onto the plank of wood that let you on.  Once on board, you hid in a bushel of barrels which smelled of rum.  Now you needed to wait.

An hour had passed before you dozed off.  You dreamt of adventures you had gone on with your mother.  Looting from trade ships, pillaging small towns, and one time robbing a governor.  Each left a smile on your face. Until you were awoken.  

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A/N: Let us kick off autumn season with everyone’s favourite pirate! This Imagine is based on requests from @manymanycupsoftea and two anons. This is probably not entirely historically accurate or more than a fluffy piece of even more fluff but… Have fun! 🎃😋

Words: 1913 Warnings: fluff, anxiety (fear of thunderstorms)

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A/N: Jack really needs a hug. (I volunteer!)

3rd October: Bonfire night. 🔥 | feat. Captain Jack Sparrow

Words: 1337 Warnings: none

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Imagine #313

Imagine Jack is destroying the pirates ship, who tried to kill you

May you give some tips on how to write about the whole castles, royalty, peasants, knights type of story? Hehe thankies!

How to Write About Medieval Europe

The Medieval times play a huge role in many forms of media today, from TV shows to books to movies. It’s often romanticized and glamorized to make for a good plot, and sifting through what’s real and what’s fake can be a daunting task. 

Not to mention that the way of life in the Medieval times is vastly different from our lifestyles now! There was a lot more rules, a lot more pomp and circumstance, and a lot more death!

In this post, I’ll mostly be covering a time period around the 1400s to 1600s, with all of the classic knights, nobles, and kings and queens that everyone has come to know and love!

So how exactly do you write about medieval times?

1.Know the People

The Medieval times attached a lot more importance to titles and wealth than we do today. The number of names and titles can get a bit confusing at times, so please try to bear with me.

All of these are ordered from lowest rank to highest rank. 

Category One- Lower/Middle Classes (Could be collectively called Peasants)

1. Slave

Slaves are bought and sold, usually owned by nobles but sometimes purchased by some of the wealthier peasants to help out with farm work. 

They are seen as property and nothing more, and their masters can do with them as they please. 

There is rarely a penalty for killing or harming one’s own slave, but one may be punished for destruction of property if they killed or harmed a slave that wasn’t theirs.

2. Serf

Not a slave, but not free, either. 

They live on the property of a noble’s manor and are bound by the feudal system to pay rent in shares of their crops. 

They must ask the nobles permission to marry and to leave, but are overall left to their own devices. 

Their lives were still hard, however, and often they starved or fell to sickness. 

They remained serfs, however, mostly because they needed the protection of the nobles’ knights from barbarian invaders.

 If the manor of the noble was sold, the serfs came along with it.

3. Peasant

Peasants may be poor, but they are completely free. 

They often live in villages together and made their livings as masons, blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, farriers, carpenters, and much more. 

If they were particularly good at their craft, they may just earn enough money to be considered a noble; social mobility is not as rigid for peasants as it is for serfs and slaves.

Category 2- Knights

Knights are  in an entirely different category from the peasants and the nobility, though they are more closely associated with the nobles and garner just as much/if not more respect as them.

1. Squire

Essentially a knight in training. 

They accompany a knight on their travels and serve as their attendant, learning from the knight’s ways while polishing their armor and being their cupbearer.

2. Knight

Addressed as “Sir (Firstname)” for a man or “Dame(Firstame)” for a woman. 

Knights were hired to protect and are sworn to the code of chivalry, which is a set of rules that dictates behavior on and off the battlefield. 

For instance, knights weren’t permitted to fight an unarmed man or to kill someone whose back was turned. If an enemy was disarmed during a fight, the knight is supposed to wait for them to retrieve their weapon before resuming.

 Knights were required to be expert swordsman and bowman, as well as good riders. They also needed to be good at supporting their super-heavy armor

Category 3- Nobility

All of the nobility classes can have overlapping jobs; their titles vary on account of how much land they own. 

These nobles are given a fief, or a plot of land, by the King/Queen. They are then expected to pay taxes to the ruler and provide soldiers when needed.

1. Lord/Lady

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.”

2. Baron/Baroness

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.” 

Usually the spouse of a baron/baroness does not share the title and is simply referred to “My Lord/My Lady” unless they’re a baron/baroness in their own right.

3. Viscount/Viscountess

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady”

4. Earl(Also known as Count)/Countess

Addressed as “Earl of (Place name)/Countess of (Place name)”

5. Marquis/Marquise

Addressed as “Marquis/Marquise of (Place name).

6. Duke/Duchess

Addressed as “Your Grace.”

Owns the most land out of any of the other nobles

Princes and Princesses can be granted titles of Duke and Duchess.

Category 4- Royalty

1. Princes/Princesses

Addressed as “Your Highness.” 

In traditional medieval Europe, the heir to the crown was usually the firstborn son. In the absence of a son, the crown will be given to the firstborn daughter.

They can also be granted other titles such as Duke and Duchess if their parents/siblings who come into power offer them land

A lot of squabbles/dramas caused by heirs; some killed by siblings in order to assume the throne

2. King/Queen

Addressed as “Your Majesty” or “Your Grace.” 

These rulers own all of the land in the kingdom and simply “rent out” property to the nobles, which can be revoked at any time. 

They levy taxes and have their own personal army to protect and wage war against other kingdoms. 

The nomenclature of Kings and Queens can be quite difficult, especially when marriage becomes involved, so I’m going to try my best to help:

When a King inherits the throne: If he marries a woman, she becomes Queen. If he marries a man, that man becomes a Prince.

When a Queen inherits the throne: If she marries a man, he becomes Prince. If she marries a woman, that woman becomes Princess.

2. Do Some Research If You’re Unsure

If you need help figuring out all of the dynamics and certain duties of all of these people, it can help to surf the web! Researching kingdoms such as England, France, and the Holy Roman Empire might help, though be careful; France had emperors and empresses at one point! 

There are very specific differences between different kingdoms, and you have to make sure you take those into account, especially if you’re writing historical fiction!

 3. Some Recommendations that May Be Helpful

Lucky for you, there are a TON of other books, movies, and TV shows that you’ll be able to draw inspiration from! Here are some things that I recommend!

Just a note, many of these aren’t necessarily medieval or focus a lot on fantasy, too, so I’m sorry if some of them aren’t exactly what you’re looking for!

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Game of Thrones on HBO

The Crown on Netflix

The Witcher on Netflix

Reign on Netflix

Victoria on Amazon Prime

The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

Elizabeth (1998) and Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007)

Mary Queen of Scots (2018)

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

ways kaz brekker shows affection

request: kaz headcanons where he tries to kinda show affection towards the reader? that would be awesome

a/n: i did it in heacanon form so i could do a bunch of different ways i hope you don’t mind <3 and im not just making it physical affection mwah 

affection was something you and kaz worked on consistently 

physical affection was an obstacle for multiple reasons 

but even other things were a challenge 

but kaz wasn’t about to lose you 

he tried so hard everyday to be the man you deserved 

and to show you, even through the little things, that he loved you 

kaz’s affection wasn’t obvious 

it wasn’t a wet kiss on the cheek like nina gave matthias 

or jesper’s very public teasing that always made wylan red 

his love for you was subtle and it was personal 

it was something the two of you shared 

he showed his affection through novels he left on your nightstand 

he never mentioned leaving them 

never told you where he found them or what he thought of them

one minute the book wasn’t there and the next it was

you suspected inej helped with this particular task

you’d read the book 

and you always loved it 

without fail 

and you’d come into his room and sit on his bed 

he ignored you and waited for you to speak 

when you didn’t he’d go 

“well?”

“i loved it” you said before leaving the book on his desk 

he didn’t answer but his lip quirked to one side 

he also let you hold his cane 

and you knew 

everyone knew 

this wasn’t a random act 

this was an act of total intimacy for kaz

he’d hand it to you when he didn’t need it at the moment 

or let you borrow if you hurt your leg during a job 

it was the same situation with his gloves 

when ketterdam got cold

and you forgot your winter gear 

he’d grab your shaking freezing hands and slip his own gloves on them 

“it’s no big deal,” he rolled his eyes. “can’t let my girl freeze” he’d whisper, hoping you hadn’t heard 

he learned your favourite flower 

very quickly 

kaz brekker noticed everything 

so he notices the way you lingered at the smell of roses 

and when he knew this information he made sure to order a whole bunch of them 

for the slat 

for the crow club 

for the little desk in your room

everyone was confused at the sudden excess of flower 

“god it smells like cupid threw up in here” jesper had commented 

wylan punched him in the arm for that 

“do you like them?” he’d asked you one day out of the blue 

“yeah” you smiled, you already knew he was referring to the flowers 

he seemed pleased with himself the rest of the day 

even though physical contact was difficult it wasn’t impossible 

it was easier for kaz when he could control the movement control the touch

so it was easier for him to touch you than for him to have you touch him 

he almost never wore his gloves around you 

the two of you would be sharing an intimate bit of eye contact 

and he would cup your cheek 

and rub your cheekbone lovingly 

his touch was sometimes so rare that you shivered under his hand 

and though he was shaky afterwards he was also grinning

“happiness looks good on you kaz” 

“shut up y/n” 

and he’d learned to love sitting close to you 

when he didn’t feel like touching explicitly 

he would press his shoulder against yours 

or bump his foot against yours when the two of you were sat at the table 

he held your pinkie a lot 

it was less intense as full on hand holding 

once he kissed your forehead and you almost passed out from happiness 

when he wants to be close to you without holding you 

he grabs your jacket sleeves 

or the pocket of your pants 

to get your attention of course 

not because he wants to be close to you or anything 

everything kaz did to show you he loved you

you appreciated with every fiber of your being 

The Spider. «Kaz Brekker»

Kaz Brekker x Reader; Shadow and Bone [Netflix]; oneshot

SUMMARY: Having Kaz Brekker nearby comes in handy when a spider invades your room.

WORD COUNT: 960

NOTES: Pretty sure there’s no mention of reader pronouns, so can be read as gender neutral; can be interpreted as platonic or otherwise, that’s up to ye. First time writing for this fandom 🤞

“Kaz? Are you busy?” you asked as you nudged the door to his office open.

Kaz’s permanent scowl softened just barely when he heard your voice, but the subtle action spoke volumes. If anyone else had entered without knocking, he wouldn’t be as quick to brush it off.

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked.

“I need your help.”

Hearing the nervous way you were speaking, seeing the way you fiddled with your hands — Kaz’s mind immediately travelled through all the possible issues one of his Crows could have found themselves in. This was the Barrel. There were several flavours of ‘worst case scenario’ that he could think up on the spot.

“Are you in trouble?” Kaz asked seriously, eyes darkening.

“Well, not exactly. It’s sort of embarrassing.”

Kaz just stared at you, his gaze intense as always, silently imploring you to get to the point.

“There’s a…a spider.”

Kaz blinked. “A spider?” he said slowly.

If you hadn’t known Kaz Brekker as well as you did and known not to expect such a thing, you might’ve thought he was about to burst out laughing.

“I know it’s silly! But I really hate them, okay? And it’s so — saints, Kaz — it’s massive! I can’t hear myself think knowing that thing is crawling around in my room somewhere but I can’t get rid of it myself.”

Kaz raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘are you kidding me?’, but he grabbed his cane and pushed himself up to stand anyway. The chair screeched as it slid across the floor and Kaz left the room at a leisurely pace, his cane thumping alongside his footsteps all the way to your room. He did not hesitate to enter it, but you lingered outside the door.

“Where is it?” he asked, sounding completely done with this task already.

You poked your head in to look around the room, clutching the doorframe. The beast was last seen scuttling around somewhere near your desk — that’s when you finally realised you had no hope of facing it on your own and had fled to enlist the help of the one and only Dirtyhands.

Movement caught your eye. There it was, over on the floor by your bed, crawling around like it owned the place.

“There it is!”

Kaz followed your pointed hand and took three steps forward before raising his good leg.

“No!” you cried.

Kaz’s movements halted before he could bring his foot down to crush the spider.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked. He did not even turn around.

“You can’t kill it,” you said. “Just put him outside.”

“I’ve seen you stab a man through the eye with the pointy end of a hairbrush. But this is too much violence for you now, is it?” Kaz looked back at you and gestured in the general direction of the spider.

You crossed your arms and frowned. “That’s different. That guy had it coming but the spider is just minding its own business. I don’t want to kill it, I just want it to…mind its own business somewhere far, far away from me.”

Kaz turned back around before you could see the corners of his lips begin to turn upwards slightly, and he ran a hand through his hair. Nobody, including you, would ever find out how easily you could get Kaz to do something for you — he would make sure of it.

With a small mutter to himself that you could not hear, Kaz crossed the room to your desk, emptied the pencil holder, and grabbed a random sheet of paper. The spider had started to crawl up the opposite wall, and Kaz was quick to stalk over and trap it against the wall. He managed to manoeuvre the paper under the cup; then, with the trapped spider in one hand and his cane still in the other, he went to the window.

Now that the spider was in custody, you had the courage to finally enter the room. You joined Kaz at the window and opened it for him, the crisp evening air brushing against your arms.

“Alright, now don’t just throw him out into the open air because it’s a long drop. Just put him…yeah, put him there,” you said.

Kaz shook the spider out of the glass and onto the windowsill where dried leaves had collected. The second that Kaz had pulled his arm back inside, you yanked the window shut with the speed of lightning.

“Let’s hope we never have a job that might pit you against a spider,” Kaz said dryly as he returned the pencil holder and paper to the desk.

“You’re making jokes now? Did you hit your head?” You smiled and followed Kaz back to the door.

“I think you’re the one who’s hit your head,” he said, pausing in the doorway. “You said the spider was ‘massive’. That was easily the weakest spider I’ve ever seen.”

“Spider size aside, thank you for taking care of it, Kaz. That was very sweet of you.”

It should have been an oxymoron to say that somebody could glare affectionately at another person, but that was exactly what Kaz did.

“It wasn’t sweet. If anything, it’s a business transaction. You take out my enemies, I take out your spiders.”

“Right. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that I’m your favourite person in this place,” you teased.

Kaz turned away from you and began walking down the hallway with surprising speed right as Jesper appeared, headed in the opposite direction.

“And because we’re best friends for life!” you called after Kaz.

“No we aren’t!” Kaz said, turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

“Yes you are,” Jesper whispered loudly to you with a wink as he passed.

behind enemy lines - k. brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x reader.

genre/warning: just fluff!

words: 1.3k.

summary: in which to anyone else, you are supposed to be enemies. however, behind closed doors, it is with you that he feels the safest.

“Fraternizing with the enemy, Brekker?” Per Haskell’s voice ran through the office as he stared down at Kaz. Somehow word had gotten out about the little visit he had paid you, and if there was one thing that moved quickly through Ketterdam, it was rumors. Well, that and stray bullets.

To be honest, Kaz hadn’t exactly been trying to hide, and he didn’t feel like he owed anyone an explanation, especially Per Haskell. However, the old man liked to feel like he could still control Kaz and he figured he could grant him one lecture to make him feel better about himself. He knew there wouldn’t be consequences for him, anyway.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but want to laugh every time someone referred to you as the enemy, or a target, or -his personal favorite- dangerous. Don’t get him wrong, he was well aware of the fact that you were one of the deadliest criminals currently roaming the city, but you weren’t a lost cause. Not like he was, anyway.

He hated it when people compared you to him, you weren't unhinged, you weren’t evil, you were just… self-serving. Yeah, he decided, that was the best way to describe you. You didn’t really follow a moral code, you just did what benefited you the most, and while sometimes you had to do things that most people would consider amoral, no one could blame you for trying to make a living in the hell hole that was Ketterdam.

“I wouldn’t call it fraternizing, I was just conversing.” he wasn't. He was definitely not just conversing.

“I don’t give a shit what you were doing, I want the threat gone.” Kaz almost snorted at that.

Sure, you could kill a man in less than five seconds using no more than just your bare hands, but he wouldn’t consider you a threat, not to his gang anyway. You were more of an annoyance, a rock stuck in one’s shoe that you couldn’t really shake and remained there the whole time you walked, but never a threat. You actually were the person he felt the safest around, and while that did make you a threat, it didn’t make you the kind of threat everyone thought you were.

Kaz didn’t say all this, for obvious reasons, and instead settled for a simple: “Of course, sir.”

The old man waves a hand at that, and Kaz took it as a sign of dismissal. Without wasting a single second, Kaz was out of there as quickly as his leg allowed him to, and as he slammed the door, he used a bit more force than he usually would.

The only person who had noticed he wasn’t spending as much time in his office anymore was Inej, and if anyone else had, they didn’t dare ask him why.

It hadn’t been that difficult to convince him to stay with you, the office held nothing but bad memories and it was rarely quiet. Kaz used to think he liked the noise, he liked hearing the screaming from downstairs and feeling like the city never slept, he thought it granted him a sense of comfort - until he met you. With you, he realized he didn’t need outside noise to distract him from the mess inside his head, he just needed your laugh and a smart comment that forced him to suppress a smile of his own right after. He didn’t need to keep up an act to make him feel like he was in control, he could let his guard down and he could share the control of the situation, knowing you wouldn’t take advantage of his vulnerability.

Most importantly, he felt like he could actually be himself around you, never on edge and actually relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever.

He quickly came to realize he didn’t just like your apartment because of its location, it’s height or it’s view, he didn’t care about the building or where it was located, he liked it because he liked you, and he was sure any room you set foot in would immediately become his favorite room in the city.

As he stepped into the apartment, he couldn’t smell the scent of freshly baked cookies, he couldn’t hear the sound of music coming from any room, and he couldn’t find you reading on the couch like he had heard most people found their significant others when they stepped into their homes. Instead, Kaz could see dirty knives on top of the kitchen table, previously blood stained clothes that had been recently washed hanging from the closest window, and an old ripped vest of his disregarded on top of the couch.

The only light shining on the apartment was the soft glow of the moon that painted shadows on the walls, and the only sound that resonated through the house were his own words once he spoke them. “Honey, I'm home.” His words were laced with sarcasm and they received no response from you. At this, he checked the main room and there he found you, asleep with one of his old shirts on, sleeping on his side of his bed like you always did when he hadn’t been home in a while. Looking at you, he couldn’t believe anyone would ever consider you a threat. The thought almost made him laugh: the most dangerous criminal in Ketterdam, wearing his shirt to bed and hugging his pillow.

He went to the closet first and opened the drawer in which you had told him to put his clothes, and changed into something more comfortable than his armor before slipping into the bed beside you, still keeping a distance.

You felt the bed sink beside you, and spoke to him without opening your eyes. “You’re late.” you said.

“Sorry ma’am.” he replied and you smiled, opening only one eye to take a look at his handsome face framed by messy hair.

“Was it the visit you paid me at work last week?” you said knowingly, he nodded. “I warned you.”

“Couldn’t help myself.” he shrugged. “Missed you too much.” you actually opened your eyes fully at the sound of that

“You big softie. What would the city say if they knew the bastard of the barrel had such a soft side?” you smiled.

“Thankfully, they won’t find out.” he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Maybe I'll tell them.” you teased.

“I won’t let you.”

“You can’t beat me in a fight.” you challenged, knowing that would get a rise out of him.

“Wanna bet?” He raised his eyebrows, almost smiling at you.

“I would, but you have nothing to offer me, I already have all I want.” you shrugged, as if what you said carried no real meaning behind it, but he knew better.

“Now who’s the one going soft" he said, as one of the corners of his mouth quirked upwards.

“Oh, shut up.” you say with a smile, closing your eyes and missing his own smile just by a second.

Moments later, he felt your pinky finger wrap around his own. Kaz’s aversion to touch hadn’t completely healed, for it was not something that would just go away overnight, no matter how much you meant to him. You didn’t mind, and you both had come up with ways of feeling close to each other without actually having to show physical affection.

However, one thing he found he was okay with, was you hooking one of your fingers around one of his own. In his mind, it was a child-like action, it made him feel like a little boy again and he hated that he couldn’t do more, but you loved the little tradition you had created, and you planned to carry on doing it until he was ready for more, not caring when that would be.

You had time, and you had each other. Everything else could wait.

a/n: requests are open for any soc character (and some s&b characters)!

kaz brekker shares his clothes with you

request: ok but hear me out,,, kaz letting his s/o wear his clothes as a form on intimacy over touching and the crows start picking up on it-

a/n: ANON U ABSOLUTE GENIUS this is relatively short because i couldn’t expand it but here

you realized early on that kaz really loved his clothes 

of course he did 

they say more about him than he says about himself sometimes 

but you also realized that he liked you in his clothes more 

you’d been sitting on his bed, reading a book 

you had looked at the time and realized it was probably time for you to head back to your own room

it was part of your routine 

though you and kaz worked together to help him overcome his fear of skin on skin contact 

you hadn’t been able to sleep in his bed yet

kaz looked up from his place at his desk 

he looked 

disappointed 

that you were leaving 

you had given him a small smile, making your way to the door 

“wait” he said, as your hand turned the knob 

“yeah kaz?”

“um i was wondering if you wanted this”

you looked back at him 

and he was holding a way too large black t-shirt 

with a white little crow embroidered in the corner 

“it was a gift and now it’s too big and i don’t want to throw it away because someone could take it so i was thinking maybe you-”

“yeah kaz i’d love to have your t-shirt”

his whole face had been red as he handed you the t-shirt 

it quickly became your favorite sleeping t-shirt 

one t-shirt turned into two and then a pair of boxers 

and suddenly you had more of kaz’s clothes than your own 

nina was the first to notice your new wardrobe 

the heatrender and you were eating waffles together, catching up 

“is that kaz’s jacket?” she gasped randomly 

you looked down at the black leather jacket you’d taken from kaz last week 

you blushed profusely before slowly nodding you head 

“y/n! this is important information! kaz brekker does not share clothes, he must really love you.”

nina has happily teased you the rest of your breakfast date 

jesper and wylan were next to notice 

but for fairy obvious reasons 

the four of you were sitting in kaz’s office

brainstorming out the next job for the dregs 

you made a move to grab kaz’s hand 

just for the comfort of it 

like you did sometimes

but it seemed that day was particularly difficult for kaz 

because he pulled his hand away, flinching 

you tried to hide your disappointment by quickly going back to looking at the papers in front of you 

you didn’t want to make kaz feel bad for setting his boundaries 

after a few seconds you felt a tap on your shoulder 

you turned and saw kaz holding out the hoodie he was just wearing 

for you 

his eyes said something like ‘here, a sign of peace’

you put it on and kaz looked pleased, going back to his work as well

you looked at wylan and jesper then, having forgotten they were there

the two of them stared in utter disbelief between you and kaz 

“that was weirdly cute” wylan had smiled 

“merchling, that was fucking adorable why lie.” jesper responded, holding a hand over his heart 

you snickered and stole a glance at kaz 

who was already looking at you 

the next was inej 

you were alone in your room 

reading a novel 

when the suli girl made her way through your window silently 

you only realized she was there when she was right in front of you 

“hey inej, what’s up?”

you expected an update on a mission or her asking to hang out in your room 

instead she held out her hand, holding one of kaz’s beanies 

that he almost never wore but always smelled like him 

“kaz told me to give this to you”

she had a knowing smile on her face

you blushed and grabbed the hat from her hand 

“thank you inej” you whispered 

before she left her room she turned to you 

“kaz has his own way of demonstrating his love, im glad this time it isn’t violent gestures” she laughed and slipped out of the room 

matthias was the last to notice the advancement in your relationship with kaz 

you and the crows were sitting playing a board game 

you were wearing not only kaz’s t-shirt but his jacket 

matthias had been starting at you for a while, his eyes narrowed 

you let out a sigh

“matthias why are you staring at me, you can’t kill me with a glance you know?” you teased the druskelle 

he looked at your eyes and then at the other crows who were now paying attention 

“kaz wore that shirt yesterday”

you nodded and bit your lip 

“so you wear kaz’s clothes now?” he asked 

everyone else said “yeah” in unison, not even letting you answer 

matthias looked around shocked 

“so everyone knew but me?”

nina put a comforting hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder 

“yes you big beautiful idiot”

all of you laughed 

everyone went back to playing the game 

but you looked for kaz’s eyes

and he was already looking for yours 

you shared a knowing glance 

you liked wearing his clothes too 

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kaz x mute reader headcanons!

summary: kaz dating a mute reader

warnings: none!

A/N: this was such a neat request & I hope I’m on point with this one - I have a mute cousin so I feel like I’m going in the right direction with this

Okay, to start things off - Kaz wouldn’t think anything of it

He’s not a guy that would worry about how it would impact a relationship

Throughout his entire life, he’s been insanely quiet - only speaking when need be. And that’s something that drove a lot of people away

So with you, he feels like he can be himself

It makes him feel safe & comforted, and he wants to provide those same feelings to you

He priorities communication, wanting you to feel heard & recognized

So the first thing he does is places a notepad and pen on the corner of his desk

You both spend most of your time there, Kaz quietly working while you organize all of his papers filled with chicken scratches

When he’s deep into his work, it’s hard to snap him out of it

So the paper is there for you to write down things to communicate with him

Kaz eventually becomes trained to snap out of his work when he hears your pen against paper

It’s like Pavlov’s dog salivating when the bell rings

His head immediately snaps up and he stares at you until you’re done jotting down the message

It becomes a running joke among the Dregs how Kaz continues to snap to attention when someone starts writing on paper

“You’ve got him trained!”

Another thing he does is beginning to craft your own custom sign language

He becomes immediately concerned that someone could “intercept” the messages when you two are signing back and forth while on heists

So he creates an entire custom language, specially fit for heists

Long phrases that would have needed multiple signs now only needs one

There’s a sign for “go, now”

Another for “meet at rendezvous point”

Even one for “Jesper is late”

You of course help in the creation, advising him to base the new signs roughly off the old ones - so it’s not entirely foreign

He loves your input and it helps to tone down his mind that literally races with ideas

Once you two master it, it’s so fun having a secret language all to yourselves

Eventually all the other Crows begin learning it and they find its far easier to sign to one another rather than mouthing words

It becomes a second nature for all of the crew

jester

platonic!crows x reader - jester

summary: things go awry when kaz loses his cool

warnings: profanity, excessive drinking

word count: nearly 1.2k

“Kaz, are you really sure you want to go that way?” Y/N questioned, leaning forward in her seat until she was looming over the map splayed across the wooden surface. “I mean, yeah, the guards will probably be stationed there - but this is really risky.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Kaz snapped, practically spitting venom at the girl sat across from him.

He’d had his fill over her - the doubts, the questions, the are you sure’s. To put it simply, it was annoying. There was no place in a functioning crew for someone so outspoken - so brazen as to question the leader.

But here she was, gazing up into his eyes as she blatantly questioned his careful planning. Did she think he wanted them to fail? For the plan to go awry? It sure seemed like it with how she picked through every detail, giving her unneeded opinion. And yet, he still liked her - found himself craving her company, her irritatingly funny jokes. He both loved and despised the way she was a little slice of sunshine, the one bright thing lighting up the Barrel.

“I’m just trying to help,” she offered, leaning back in her chair. “I’m sure being the genius is tiring.”

“You know what,” Kaz snapped, the final thread holding his temper in place fraying. “Get out.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, staring at him as though he had just said something entirely unreasonable. Inej dropped her chin to her chest, carefully trying to look anywhere other than the cat fight happening in front of her. Resting his head in one hand, Jesper exasperatedly watched, partly enjoying the show.

Kaz pointed towards the door firmly, arching one eyebrow, daring her to defy him. And that’s exactly what Y/N did, staying firmly in her seat and crossing one leg over the other. A smile graced her face as she desperately tried to hold in the giggle that surfaced in response to Kaz’s furious gaze.

“You think this is funny?” Kaz barked, “I already have one jester named Jesper - I certainly don’t need a second.”

Y/N abruptly stood from her chair, which clattered to the floor behind her. “I’ve had enough. Enough of you treating me like a rug to wipe your filthy feet on.”

Without waiting a moment, she spun on her heel and strode out of his office, slamming the door behind her with a deafening bang.

As the sun set, Y/N didn’t return and it set all of the Dregs on edge. A person not returning was typically a dreadful omen - one of death, injury, kidnapping, torture. It certainly wasn’t good.

Kaz couldn’t ignore the hateful glances that were shot in his direction as he picked at his dinner, appetite absent. Inej and Jesper were silent, careful not to utter a word after Kaz’s outburst. But the other Crows weren’t so careful. Especially Matthias, who didn’t mind stomping on DirtyHands’ toes every so often.

“Confrontations can be done in a tactful way,” he advised while cutting a waffle into bite sized pieces for Nina.

Kaz huffed, “Another proverb of yours?”

“If you listened, you might find the wise words of Fjerda helpful.”

“Of which you are an endless fount,” he bitterly replied, stuffing a piece of waffle into his mouth which was dressed in copious amounts of butter and very little syrup.

“Don’t take it to heart darling,” Nina cooed, laying her head on Matthias’s shoulder and lovingly gazing up at him. “Kaz just doesn’t have your way with words.”

Wylan nervously checked his bronze pocket watch and glanced around at their ensemble. “Guys- what are we going to do? Leave her out there?”

“If she wants to leave, she’s free to do so,” Kaz chirped, but to the dislike of everyone else.

“No,” Jesper argued, standing up from the table and straightening his back in a confident pose. “We’ll go find her.”

Together the four boys went tramping through the dimly lit streets of Ketterdam, dodging pigeons heading back to the tourist boats and arguing about where Y/N could have gone.

“She has to have gotten dinner!” Wylan exclaimed, gesturing north to where several dingy diners were open.

Matthias stubbornly crossed his arms, “No- she likely went to the harbor. Running water always cools off angry people.”

“Or,” Jesper drawled, “she went to a club - drinking and gambling.”

Everyone turned their direction to the boy who was anxiously fiddling with his guns, spinning them back and forth before reholstering. “What? It’s what I would do.”

As the boys gazed at one another, a silent agreement passed over them. That yes, Y/N would do that too. Her and Jesper were the stereotypical wild child - never backing down from a dare, never refusing a party.

So together they took off, splashing through the streets in search of a club. They took turns, peeking their heads inside various establishments, calling her name.

Kaz now stood in the middle of the street, both gloves hands clutching the head of his cane as he waited for Jesper to return. And soon enough, he appeared toting Y/N along, her arm thrown over his shoulders. She stumbled along, nearly falling over her own feet as she maniacally giggled. Jesper struggled to keep her upright as she tipped forward and backwards.

“You are the most wonderful friend,” she cooed before another giggle erupted as she tripped over a cobblestone.

Jesper simply laughed and hauled her along until they neared the rest of the crew. Wylan tried his hardest not to laugh at Y/N’s drunken state, clapping one hand over his mouth.

As Y/N focused on the group of friends, her gaze immediately fell upon Kaz. Letting out a long groan, she threw her head back and nearly fell over. “Not you.”

“Oh yes… me.”

With a nod from Matthias, they all headed back home to the Slat. But Y/N kept stumbling by their side, slurring her speech as she spilled out confessions.

“I love you all, I hope you know that.”

Jesper and Wylan immediately fawned, literally awwing aloud. “We love you too,” they chimed in sync.

A Fjerdan saying was spoken in Matthias’s thick accent. Half the words were beyond their comprehension of the language, but they gathered that it alluded to platonic love.

Despite his better judgement, Kaz found himself smiling at his makeshift family - this band of brothers and sisters he’d managed to form. Sure, they were all broken, damaged goods in one way or another. But when they were together they were whole - they patched up each other’s wounds and healed the past.

“Even you, Kaz,” Y/N rambled on, clearly out of her mind. “When you get past the glares and shitty attitude, you’re a nice guy way way way deep down.”

Without a second thought, overwhelmed by those warm feelings of home and family, he admitted, “I love you all too.”

“Well look at that,” she exclaimed loudly, throwing her arms into the air and nearly toppling face first onto the dirty cobblestone road. “The Bastard is a softie!”

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Can you write a kaz x reader where reader has the habit of stealing the crows clothes and one day starts shamelessly stealing kaz's clothes? Like she starts out small and then works her way up to his hat and coat?

Sure thing, here it is. I think it didn't work out as I planned, but here we go. I hope you like it? I'm quite sure I really suck at this request thing tbh, but maybe I'll get better at some point hopefully:(

It started with stealing Jesper’s shirts and it was understandable – Jesper was your best friend, so you let yourself take his clothes. But then Wylan came along, so you took a respectful step back as you wanted him to be the one wearing Jesper’s clothes. Spoiler: Wylan didn’t really get it at first, so you had to explain it to him very carefully and when he blushed furiously, you only laughed and helped him steal Jesper’s clothes.

Time for Nina’s clothes came around then. You started stealing her dresses and skirts because they were very comfortable. Sometime later you discovered that Inej’s clothes were very comfy, too.

And when Wylan started wearing Jesper’s clothes daily, you started sneaking into his room to steal his big sweaters, too.

Jesper sniggered at you: “You made him steal my clothes, so you could steal his? Clever, buttercup, clever.”

You only shrugged your shoulders, it wasn’t like your stealing was a real thing. It was just something that calmed you and brought a comfort with itself. Crows knew you were an orphan, so their presence was something that affected you deeply. You had your own family finally. You weren’t alone and scared and beaten up in some filthy corner of evil Ketterdam. but sometimes you had to remind yourself of it.

So Crows weren’t really mad about it. Sometimes they just teased you and bet which one’s clothes you would be wearing the following day.

But you weren’t brave enough to steal Kaz’s clothes at first. He was your friend and family, too, but he was also your leader and boss, so you decided to keep your distance.

Kaz’s presence brought a little bit of comfort, too. He was the one who took you in and offered a job. You were an excellent thief, you could pick any lock that you came across.

But something changed after one particular heist when you almost got yourself killed. You tripped while running and one of the guard, who was patrolling the building you and the Crows broke into, swung his sword at you and you were completely sure this was your sad end.

But Kaz appeared and knocked guard out with his cane. He nudged you then with it and urged you to stand up and run.

So you were a little shaken up and you couldn’t sleep, so you went down to the Slat’s kitchen to drink some milk and calm yourself down.

You were siting by the table, shivering. It was cold. Damn Ketterdam.

You didn’t want to go back to your room yet.

But the closest thing you could wear was a black jacket of Kaz Brekker. It was hanging lonely on the one of the chairs.

You heisted at first but after a while full of shivering you decided to slip your arms into sleeves of the black jacket.

It was nice, thick, smooth and it smelled just like Kaz. Scent of burnt wood, cedar and… almonds? hit your nostrils. You were home again. You calmed a little bit.

“Are you comfortable?” You almost jumped out of your skin. You turned around. Kaz was standing in the doorway.

“Saints! Kaz! Why are you sneaking on me like this?!” When he didn’t respond, you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Right,” you mumbled. “Sorry about the jacket. I just… I was cold and it was here, so I just grabbed it. And it’s very comfy!” you added, trying to grin.

Kaz grunted: “Whatever. You may have it as I don’t like it anyway. And the next time, try not to trip over your feet, your skills are too valuable to be wasted.” And like that Kaz Brekker was gone.

This was harsh and cold, but you knew it was the way Kaz Brekker actually said that he cared about you. So you let yourself smile a little.

It was easier for you to grab something of Kaz after that night. You wore it a little and then returned it to him.

You thought you were sneaky and that he didn’t notice.

But he actually could smell fresh scent of your perfume on his belongings. He didn’t say anything though. He was kind of amused by your “sneaky” behaviour, you were a thief for saint’s sake and you made this stupid mistake?

One day you had to run some errands real quick, but it was cloudy and cold, so you wanted to dress properly, but your coat was in hamper ready to get cleaned. You cursed and then… then you noticed Kaz’s long, woollen coat hanging next to the door. You grined to yourself, took it and went out.

And you went in full shameless mode of stealing Kaz’s clother after that day.

Some piece of his clothes was always in your wardrobe.

“At first you had a little bit of decency not to do it so openly at least,” Kaz grumbled at you. “Stop fooling around. Don’t you have your own clothes?”

“But it gives my comfort. I promise I won’t ruin it!” you always said then.

So Kaz only sighted and rolled his eyes. It was true though, you were always very careful with Crow’s clothes.

And to be honest, Kaz liked seeing you in his clothes deep down. It made him realise that you belonged there, in Slat with Crows and with him.

And one day it was raining heavily and Kaz couldn’t find his coat. He immediately knew it was you doing.

And he wasn’t wrong, because when the Slat’s door opened suddenly, there you were.

Wrapped tightly in his coat, with his hat on your head, rain dripping over your frame. And when he saw your hair tucked under the collar of his woollen coat and your cheeks that cold wind coloured with pink, he felt himself actually blushing.

So he only grunted: “You’re being ridiculous right now. Give it back, I have to go out.”

You grinned innocently and handed him his garments.

“Sorry, Kaz, I just had to do something really quickly outside.” He knew you weren’t sorry. You just came to like teasing him.

“Ridiculous,” he grunted again and went out, not looking back at you and hating himself of how much he actually liked your lingering scent on his clothes.

“Ridiculous,” he repeated.

oops, I did it again

Summary: Three times Y/N saved Jesper’s life and one time he almost didn’t save hers

Jesper was regretting approximately three things: His choice of drink, his choice of game and the fact he’d pissed Y/N off enough that she wouldn’t be coming to bail him out.

“Alright, listen, I do have your money,” Jesper said, standing up and slowly backing away from the table. “It’s just not on me right now.”

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the fjerdan & the kerch

kaz brekker x reader - the fjerdan & the kerch

summary: kaz and matthias butt heads over someone they both care for

warnings: roughly follows parts of the ice court plot, matthias x childhood best friend!reader, fjerdan!reader

word count: 2.5k

“Lucky for me, I’ve got another Fjerdan to confirm your information.”

As Y/N climbed the stairs to the deck, her palm sliding along the wooden railing, she could hear Kaz’s gritty voice booming from above. She’d joined the job at the last moment after a last ditch effort of begging Kaz to allow her to join. Of course he was hesitant bringing along someone so fresh, new and untested, but relying upon the intelligence of a Fjerdan fugitive was not something Dirtyhands wanted to do. And so here Y/N was, on a bobbing ship bound for the country she left so long ago.

“Don’t you trust me demjin?” The question was a snarl, one of an animal bound and caged, silently fearful of there being no escape in sight.

As Y/N stepped onto the main deck, light pouring over her form, she felt as though she were basking in the feeling of home. That rough accent traveling on the high sea winds was a jolting reminder of home, of the family she once had. Of the small village she’d once lived in, just a few miles from the coast, wedged between frozen rivers and thick pine forests. She could nearly smell the pine sap in the air, the chilling breeze seeping into her bones.

And as she opened her eyes, she swore she was hallucinating for a moment. Squinting at the blond burly man, she allowed her gaze to roam over his face. Those features were foreign yet so familiar. On the outside was a war hardened soldier, fighting for a country he blindly pledged loyalty too. Fighting too young. But underneath, Y/N could still peer at the little boy she had grown up beside. The lopsided grin on the squarely set jaw, now clenched so tightly he looked like he might snap his own teeth off. Ignoring the shaven head, she could still remember the wavy blond locks he’d had, that seemed to shine like gold during the summer months.

It was Matthias and somehow at the same time, not him at all.

Y/N stood frozen, simply staring at her childhood friend who stared back with a sense of disbelief. All she wanted to do was run to his side, fall to her knees, and hug him until her arms gave out. But she couldn’t. They weren’t little naive children anymore, running through a field of snow as reindeer migrated through the village. Their grubby hands no longer sought out freshly baked cookies on the countertops. She no longer braided her hair like her mother had done, no longer placed a ruby red ribbon in the braid like the one Matthias had given her.

Deep inside, Y/N knew they both changed that night the Grisha had struck their village. An eye for an eye seemed to be the one thing shared between drüskelle and drüsje. When her father had been struck down, heart stopped in his own chest, her mother had fled with Y/N’s hands in hers. Running far far away from that quaint village. Away from their cozy patchwork quilts, made of whatever pieces of spare fabric could be found at the time of their making. Away from the tiny cabin that had been their home, that had provided shelter during blizzards, warmth during the winters. Away from her father lying dead on the ground, eyes blankly staring up at the sky. Away from Matthias, wherever he was.

Staring into his eyes now, she knew something horrible had happened. The blues within his eyes had once reminded her of the spring melt, when clear blue water came streaming down from the snow-capped mountains. It was the sign of new life, of rebirth in Fjerda. Those soft blues were like the little tiny wildflowers that would sprout over the tundra, only to be grazed by horses or livestock. But now, there was no hint of softness in those blue irises. They were hard. Solid like ice that could run for miles underfoot. No matter how long you chiseled away, it was ice. Endless ice. That pale, nearly white, blue - unrelenting to any outside force.

“Y/N,” Matthias breathed out, barely audible over the howling winds.

But Kaz heard that single word, his hawk-like eyes flashing between the two Fjerdans. His jaw was set tight, muscles twitching every few seconds. “You two know each other?”

Nodding, Y/N took another step forward until she was standing by Kaz’s side, whose long coat flapped wildly in the wind like a large black sail, pushing them towards the icey country.

Matthias’s eyes stirred with something Y/N couldn’t quite place her finger on. Was it concern, a longing for their childhood, happiness over their reunion? And when she glanced at Kaz, she couldn’t describe his expression either. His dark eyes, like billowing storm clouds, seemed to swirl with anger, resentment… jealousy even.

“We grew up together in Fjerda,” Y/N clarified, reminiscing with nearly a smile upon her face. “His house was just a few down from mine.”

“How do you know this demjin?” Matthias’s gaze bore into hers as he questioned her in Fjerdan, voice heavily laced with concern.

Heart thudding in her chest, Y/N fumbled over her own words. It felt wholly impossible to describe whatever her relationship was with the Bastard of the Barrel. It wasn’t friendship yet it also wasn’t more… just that odd inbetween. Mutual appreciation?

In Fjerdan, she mumbled, “I met him in Ketterdam. He’s taught me the ropes.”

Scrunching up his nose and crossing his arms, Kaz harshly snapped, “I am right here, you know.”

But the two Fjerdans pointedly ignored him, now in the midst of a silent argument, staring at each other with fiery eyes as they did as children.

“He is not good for you.”

Y/N scoffed as her hands fell into place on her hips. “And you think you know what’s good for me? Years after we went our different paths.”

“He is an evil man,” Matthias snarled. “I can see it in those soulless eyes.”

“Don’t you even start!”

“I was imprisoned, Y/N! All because his Grisha pet claimed me a slaver.”

The last word of Matthias’s proclamation was spoken in clear Ravkan, as perfect a pronunciation as the Fjerdan man could muster. It was a clear message to Kaz as to the topic the two were discussing in their native language. Matthias’s eyes gazed at hers, eyebrows slightly furrowed as though he were begging. Begging for her to see his side, to understand why he was so concerned.

But Y/N simply shook her head, glancing at Kaz and speaking in Ravkan, “There must have been a misunderstanding.”

Matthias’s face grew red, the shade of beets her mother had harvested in the summer months. Standing up, he furiously reached towards Y/N fumbling to grab ahold of her wrist. “These Ravkan and Kerch people are horrible.”

“That is quite enough from you, Helvar,” Kaz snapped once more and with a swing of his cane, brought it roughly down upon the Fjerdan man’s shoulder.

The first day had been rough, taut tension rippling through the air between the Fjerdan and the Kerch as Y/N now liked to call them. The two men that marked the two different lives she had lived. Matthias with the naive girl who not once even wondered of a life outside her little Fjerdan village. The girl who made sticks into swords and rocks into cannon balls. And they’d played on those snowy fields, each commanding their own invisible army and conducting their own duels. Of course, like the little gentleman he was, a quiet and reserved boy, far too timid for the games the other boys played, Matthias had always let her win.

And now there was the current version of her, the one whose life was marked by Kaz. That naive little girl had no clue what to do when arriving upon the docks at Ketterdam, her mother gravely ill from the tedious journey. And when she was left all alone, stranded and lonely, not a person to turn to for comfort on those grimy streets, was when Kaz appeared. Practically a knight in shining armor, someone to guide her through the city that rode that fine line between life and death.

In a way, he’d saved her. Silently directed her along the easier path, placing a few kruge in her pocket when she needed it. Whatever she needed, he provided some way, somehow. That was when her loyalty turned away from Fjerda and it’s gleaming snowy fields, her mind turned away from Matthias. And after that, it was Kaz… just Kaz.

Now as the ship cut through the harsh waters, ever heading more north, she could hardly stand the two men glaring daggers at each other. Part of Y/N thought, if given the chance, they’d willingly throttle each other to death. It would simply be a matter of who could throw the other overboard first. And as mildly entertaining as it sounded, that was one thing she did not want to witness.

By her side, Kaz fidgeted with a large padlock, tossing the rusted object between his hands as he worked those fingers, picking and relocking it. He liked to think he was a figure of confidence going into a job, the commander standing proud at the front of an army, head held high and shoulders pinned back. But really, he was a bit of an anxious mess. Everyone around just pointedly avoided the topic. Kaz always had his thing going. Something to work with his hands, something to exercise his brain.

“Can you show me?” Y/N found herself asking. For the longest time she admired the ways he could work a lock as though it were an extension of himself. How with just a few gentle clicks, like a puppet master pulling strings, anything would open to do Kaz’s bidding.

Kaz nodded, one corner of his lips turning up into what could resemble a smug smile. Outstretching her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the padlock he’d dropped into her palm. The metal was smooth under her touch, polished but tarnished by the rough patches of rust. It was like a little secret held within her hand.

Matthias, whose head was turned towards the churning waves, staring off into the distance for any sign of the icey coastline, chirped sarcastically, “In Fjerda, breaking into locked places is a crime. Is it not that way in Kerch?”

Y/N sent a scathing glare in his direction, just like how she used to when they were children. A smug grin sprouted upon Matthias’s lips, the same boyish look he had as a child. Even back then, they butted heads - the type of friendship anomaly where both were so different, yet so frustratingly alike. A sudden urge rose inside Y/N to poke her tongue out at the boy, but she didn’t. Instead, she rolled the padlock in her hands, cradling it like a precious jewel.

“Picking locks is an art,” Kaz began, folding both gloved hands in his lap as he learnt forward. “It takes time and practice, but it’s all in the hands. Locks are no different from people. With just a nice, light touch, a flick of the fingers, you can bend the object to your will.”

Gazing up into Kaz’s eyes, she thought he was more like the locks than anything else. Vehemently guarded and yet, the softness was still there. Way down beneath the tough exterior, vulnerable secrets held closely to the heart. If only she could scratch away at that, expose the truth beneath so she could know. Know Kaz for who he truly was, not this scary legend around him. But rather the true Kaz, the part of him that reigned over the motivations, the values, the reasons why he did what he did.

That was all she wanted in the world. To get to know Kaz. To learn the secrets of his trade, model herself in his image. To be talented enough to pick locks, twirl guns, and throw knives. To be someone worthy of being a Crow.

Each of the members of their group took turns peering through those glasses to examine the prisoner wagon rattling along the road on its way to the palace gates.

“This is genius,” Jesper breathed out, his eyes wide as he stared through the glasses.

All of them were jittery, adrenaline running through their veins that was nearly as cold as the Fjerdan ice. It chilled them to their core, but also stirred something inside. A deep wanting, a desire to make this whole job a success. To walk out of Fjerda in one piece, return to Ketterdam where their hands would be full of kruge.

“This is idiotic,” Matthias grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. His nose wrinkled up in disgust at the rather unappealing food placed in front of him, but Y/N would be willing to bet her life, some of that disgust was also meant for Kaz.

“How so?” Inej inquired as her thin frame practically leaned over the railing, staring at the prisoner wagon that slowed to a roll by the guard’s station.

“It would be,” the Fjerdan man admitted. “If Kaz knew everything about the Ice Court.”

An icey silence fell over the group as Matthias looked happily smug, a devilish grin upon his lips as he stared at the high walls of the Ice Court. The Crows all glanced at one another, fear sparking in their eyes at the thought of the Fjerdan destroying their heist.

Clenching her fists, Y/N sat up higher in her seat as she stared down her childhood friend. “Matthias if you don’t tell us, I swear to Djel I’ll-”

“He’s bluffing,” Kaz casually announced, wholly unbothered by Matthias’s little drama show.

“What?”

“Your dear Matthias wouldn’t risk withholding information to put you in danger. And he’s certainly not clever enough to think of blackmail.”

“Demjin,” he muttered under his breath, not daring to glance at Kaz’s face.

“Can you two just stop it?”

Both men practically jumped in their seats like nervous rabbits, staring at Y/N, and everyone else curiously watched the confrontation.

“I can’t go on with the two of you at each other’s throats,” Y/N begged, glancing between both of them. Matthias shifted uneasily in his seat, glancing back yet again at the large stone walls lying just down the road.

“A truce, please? You don’t have to like each other, or even think of one another as friends. But please just stop snapping.”

Tense silence hovered in the air as Kaz and Matthias both eyed one another, their jaws tense and heads held highly with confidence as if both were Kings on a chessboard. But ultimately both nodded, giving in to Y/N’s plea for the same reason - to please her. Neither wanted to see her upset, eyes wide and voice wavering as it was now. They both treasured the times when she smiled so widely that her eyes sparkled. Both aimed to see her happy, as carefree as a butterfly crafted of the most intricate hues and patterns fluttering in the wind.

Perhaps the Fjerdan and the Kerch weren’t so different after all.

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you did what?

kaz brekker x reader - you did what?

summary: bruises mottled over y/n’s body makes kaz concerned

warnings: fluff, pre-existing relationship, softer ooc kaz

word count: nearly 1.1k

A/N: i’m crawling my way through a writing block so i’m sorry this is so horrible and short

Y/N had a problem. No, it wasn’t a problem like the ones the other Crows had, problems fueled by trauma lurking deep beneath the surface. Y/N’s brain and body simply just didn’t want to cooperate in tandem.

It was like there was a lag in the cues. Her brain said step and her body tripped. We’re too close to the doorframe, her mind thought but the body continued trudging on, slamming the shoulder against the doorway.

The clumsiness was chronic, a day to day thing impacting every aspect. Some days were better than others and she didn’t do something entirely stupid. But on others, it seemed like her body was a magnet for bruises.

Carefully, Y/N walked up the stairs to Kaz’s room, exhausted after a day full of falling and bumping. Softly pushing open the door, she peeled into the dimly lit office.

The room always humorously reminded her of a dungeon, a low ceiling hanging over their head and candlelight flickering across the walls like jumping flames. Kaz was hunched over his desk, shoulders rolled forward and spine bent in a horrible posture. Even in the heat of the Kerch summer, he wore that heavy grey woolen jacket with sharply tailored lines accentuating his shoulders.

Over the years, the two had fallen into a routine they followed like clockwork. Kaz worked all morning long, then went out in the afternoons to bark at people until his voice became hoarse, and then worked in silence the rest of the evening. Y/N toiled in the Crow Club during the day, but when the sun began to set, she trudged up to Kaz’s office to pull him away from his work.

The best way to describe the man was unhealthy. His sleep schedule hovered anywhere from ruined to nonexistent, regularly skipped meals on accident, and had zero balance between work and life. But Y/N changed that.

When others saw a powerful man, someone with a dark legend swirling around him, taking on a life of its own, they tended to leave that person alone. No one dared poke the dragon hiding away in its lair. But Y/N did - she always did. She’d bother him till he’d eat a bit of food, until he’d hydrate himself with water in the place of pitch black coffee.

Creeping across the office to where Kaz’s nose was buried in paperwork, she began to pick up stray books and store them in their proper place. Her fingers brushed over the spines of the bound books, dancing over the gold embossed letters.

“All work and no play makes Kaz a dull boy,” she commented teasingly, glancing over her shoulder with a bit of a smirky smile.

Without looking up from his work, nose buried in spreadsheets, Kaz responded plainly, “Oh really?”

“You’re not even listening.”

“I am,” he looked up instantly. “I’m always listening to you.”

Y/N’s heart softly fluttered at how he looked at her, a sort of desperation in his eyes as though she were a lone raft in the midst of a churning ocean, keeping him safe from the biting waves. His gaze was so intense that it felt like a grazing caress along her skin, leaving little patches of goose flesh behind.

Under his stare, a red warm flush began to creep up Y/N’s face, forcing her to turn her gaze away. “Well c’mon then, put it away. You know the rules.”

Behind her back, Kaz roughly shuffled through the various papers and folders littering his desk, building up like a mountain full of snow bearing an avalanche.

“Work goes away at nine bells,” he repeated in a sing-song voice, mocking her voice.

“Don’t mock me. I love you and want to spend time with you - sue me.” Y/N turned on her heel, a sarcastic scowl splayed upon her face as she shook a scornful finger.

Kaz stood from his chair, stretching his arms over his back very slowly. “I could. You borrowed 20 kruge from me a week ago and you haven’t paid it back.”

“Really?” Y/N paused for a second, incredulously appraising Kaz who was so stoic as usual, not a hint of a grin on his face. “Oh Saints, you’re serious.”

Waving one hand in a dismissive manner, Kaz shrugged off his coat. “I’d only sue Jesper.”

“Of course, just your best friend, a man who’s saved your life multiple times. No biggie.”

Crossing the room, Y/N shuffled through Kaz’s desk, rearranging the mess. Kaz was messy to say the least, his desk was as cluttered as his brain. And yet, the clutter and chaos left him grouchy and irritable in the mornings when he returned yet again to the towering pile of paperwork.

As she lumped together papers, stowing them away in drawers, Kaz froze, the air in the room growing tense to mirror his body language. Stepping forward, he allowed his gloved hand to hover over her arm, black and blue bruises right underneath. That single action made everything change; it displayed the affection he could show without the use of touch.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was ice cold, a stern tone that made any sensible person freeze in their tracks.

“Myself.”

“No you didn’t, don’t lie. Was it Jesper? I’ve told him he can’t be bouncing around like a rabbit, hopping off the walls.”

Y/N bit her lower lip to keep from laughing, her lungs squeezing in temptation. Kaz just looked so serious, like she’d been fatally wounded. But she shook her head no to answer.

“It was Matthias then. What’d he do? Club you over the head like the caveman he is?”

“Kaz, he is your friend!”

“Acquaintance,” he simply corrected.

“Well it wasn’t Matthias or Jesper. I fell down the stairs.”

“You did what?”

Y/N drew in a deep breath, mentally preparing to explain the bout of clumsiness afflicting her. “Well I was walking up the stairs and I don’t know… I tripped, and went falling down the entire flight.”

Kaz stared at her incredulously, mouth slightly dropped open from either shock or disbelief - Y/N couldn’t tell which.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Absolutely not.”

A wicked grin kept onto Kaz’s face, the little quirks of his lips in one corner. It was mischievous, dangerous even. That smile was always the precursor to something snarky dropping from Kaz’s lips. But Y/N loved it, it drew her in like metal to magnet.

“What do I need to do? Wrap you in pillows?”

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not tagging anyone because this is too short

Not What It Looks Like ii

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like ii

summary/request: part two of not what it looks like - i don’t know what else to say lol

warnings: profanity, shamelessly fluffy

word count: 2k

READ PART ONE HERE

Once again, months after that first night, Y/N found herself trailing up a staircase behind Jesper. This certainly wasn’t the staircase at the Slat, but rather one at a Ravkan inn.

They’d been traveling across western Ravka for weeks, attempting to track someone they’d been paid to kill. They weren’t necessarily assassins, more like thieves, but that didn’t stop Kaz from accepting the incredibly high paying job. So now their crew had been spending their days roaming across the country, hitching rides in stolen carriages and sleeping in barns. Certainly a far cry from the life they had lived in Ketterdam.

As Y/N drug herself up the stairs, her body ached for a good night’s sleep. The past week they’d been riding in a carriage all through the day and night. She could still almost feel the rolling and sharp jerking of the carriage rattling deep in her bones. The thought of a soft, warm bed felt like heaven, regardless of whether Jesper was even in the room.

Their relationship since that night had been utterly confusing. She had initially assumed that Jesper too, shared feelings for her. But as the weeks flew by, she began to doubt that assumption. They were purely professional, two crew mates, and Y/N tried to keep her thoughts as professional as possible too. But dreaming of waking up in Jesper’s arms didn’t exactly fit that definition. So she pushed the feelings aside, tactfully burying them into the deepest corner of her mind. The words, “he’s a crew mate”, were constantly repeated in her mind, echoing over and over again like a mantra.

But people who were just crew mates didn’t allow their gazes to linger for a dangerous amount of time on the other. They didn’t allow their head to roll over onto the other’s shoulder during a long, exhausting ride as they gave into the temptation of sleep. They didn’t allow the magnetic gravity-like pull to overtake them.

But Y/N allowed all those things, allowed her mind to be completely consumed by everything Jesper. And every inch of her prayed that a Saints was listening when she hoped that Jesper felt the same way.

Y/N leant heavily against the wood paneled wall as Jesper pulled a silver key out of his pocket, the key Kaz had given him. For some Saints forsaken reason, the boy had thought it was a smart money decision to make the two room together.

She could still hear his irritatingly smug voice, “Inej and I both need private rooms. You two have stayed together before - why not again?”

Inej had practically been forced to lay a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, silently urging the girl to not attempt to wipe the shit-eating grin off of Kaz’s face. Kaz wasn’t nearly as slick or as clever as he assumed he was - Y/N knew what he was doing. She wasn’t blind to how Kaz went out of his way to pair her with his friend.

As Jesper swung the door open, Y/N was pulled from her thoughts and a sharp sense of deja vu washed over her. In so many ways, the cozy inn room reminded her of Jesper’s back at the Slat - a window facing the sea, a dresser with a mirror, and a bed, admittedly far larger. And of course, the room was clean - no dirty clothing or discarded items in sight.

With a deep thud, Jesper dropped their bags to the floor, rolling his sore shoulders and stretching his arms wide like an eagle. “I would kill for a hot bath.”

“I think all of us would,” Y/N stated, kicking off her muddy boots and flexing her incredibly sore feet. “We’ve been traveling for ages, I think anyone would feel grimy.”

She collapsed on the bed and rubbed at her sore muscles, willing them to relax. Jesper chaotically flitted around the room like an anxious mother hen, putting their things away and shrugging off his brown jacket. Tension hung heavily overhead like a dark cloud, but neither acknowledged it, keeping to themselves.

The sound of trickling water filled the air as Jesper poured a pitcher into a large stone basin bowl. He then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the dirt caked skin beneath. Y/N didn’t envy Jesper’s job of caring for the horses. Being the only one with equine experience, he had been assigned the job of picking dung out of hooves and harnessing the horses every morning.

Occasionally, Y/N had joined Jesper in the stable, offering assistance when she could, mostly as an escape from Kaz’s angry morning rants. She’d pet the horses a few times, running her fingers over their velvety muzzles. But everytime she withdrew her hand, her skin was covered in dirt, even packed under her nails. It amazed her how the seemingly clean horses always tended to have dirt caked into the coat.

But most of all, she admired how Jesper treated them. In his eyes they weren’t tools, only used for pulling the Crows across Ravka. She knew he saw them as pets, even big dogs perhaps. Jesper always had a certain twinkle in his eye and a grin upon his lips when he spent time with the animals. Y/N always noticed when he slipped an extra apple or carrot into his pocket, a treat to share later with his friends.

“How’d you get so good with horses?” Y/N blurted out suddenly, ruining the peaceful silence that had filled the room.

Jesper paused scrubbing at his arms and dropped the washcloth back into the basin, “Grew up with them.”

“Really?”

“Hard to believe a pretty face like this once mucked out stalls?” Jesper glanced over at her as a smug smirk graced his face.

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head softly as she gazed at him with nothing other than adoration. “You turn everything into a compliment.”

Jesper’s rolling laugh filled the room as he dried off his wet arms. Y/N had grown to love that sound, happiness quite literally bouncing off of the walls. It always made her grin like a fool as her heart flipped violently in her chest.

“Come here, doll.”

The pet name knocked the wind from Y/N’s lungs, leaving her breathless as she stared at Jesper with shock. He motioned her over to the basin, a goofy grin playing upon his lips. Slowly, she shakily rose to her feet and crossed the room, cursing her heart that behaved like a bird, beating its wings in her chest in a bid to break free.

Jesper’s steady hands gently gripped her left arm and rolled up her sleeve, then repeated the process with her other arm. Each touch was gentle, but laced with the confidence that Jesper always exuded. Despite her heart leaping into her throat, Y/N remained still, shamelessly allowing her gaze to follow Jesper’s hands.

Picking up the cloth, he ran it over her forearm, washing away the dirt and grime, washing away the trials of their travel through Ravka. The numbing chill of the water was sharp, nipping at her skin, yet still a welcome relief. After completing one arm, he dunked the cloth back into the basin, gently repeating the process. It felt splendid to have the filth washed from her arms, but she could hardly focus on that feeling. Instead, her mind was wholly distracted by Jesper; how close he was to her, how his gaze always fluttered to meet hers, how his fingers grazed her skin. Each sensation was all so overwhelming, reminding her sharply of how she felt trying to fall asleep with Jesper’s arm around her.

“Better?” Jesper questioned, passing her a dry towel and dropping the cloth back in the basin.

“Much,” she replied with a smile, trying to redirect her focus away from the intimacy of the moment.

A mischievous grin darted across Jesper’s face, a meager warning, before he quickly splashed water at her. The cold droplets sprayed across her torso, soaking through her shirt.

Gasping, Y/N jumped back, playfully glaring at Jesper. “How dare you!”

Laughter escaped both of them as she slapped the water, sending a wave flying towards Jesper. His eyes glittered like jewels as he sent a fresh batch of water spraying in Y/N’s direction in return.

“Jesper Llewellyn Fahey!”

“Can’t handle a bit of water?” Jesper jeered, reaching out for her.

Y/N danced away, just beyond Jesper’s reach and giggled, “No!”

Together they flew around the room like two birds, dancing and fluttering in circles around one another. The entire time, they foolishly grinned at one another and laughter filled the air.

It all came to a crashing halt when Jesper’s long fingers finally wrapped around her wrist, pulling her to a stop. Before Y/N could even react, he pulled her into his chest and held on tightly.

“I’ve caught you,” he teased, warm breath fanning over Y/N’s face in waves.

Y/N stared up into his eyes, allowing her breath to catch. They were like tantalizing pools of swirling liquid gold, pulling her in deeper.

Raising one eyebrow, trying to regain her composure, she questioned, “Is this how you woo everyone? Terrorizing them with your antics?”

For a second, Y/N swore his gaze flickered down to her lips before roaming the rest of her face. “No, only you - you’re special, my love.”

Those few simple words sent her heart and mind racing in tandem, lurching towards the outcome she so desperately wanted - that Jesper liked her back. But she stood there, gaping like a fish, fumbling for the words to say. Jesper didn’t seem to mind her shocked silence and instead, swooped down to capture her lips with his own.

It felt ridiculous to think about, but giving into the feelings she had so desperately held back felt like heaven. An invisible weight upon her shoulders lifted as she kissed back, pouring her heart and soul into that moment.

Kaz had lectured them seemingly a million times about how love was a weakness, the thing that would eventually lead to your downfall. But right now, Y/N thought love was the farthest thing from a weakness. Drowning in the feeling of Jesper, she felt it was a strength, a motivator even, urging her to be the best possible her. To be someone worthy of Jesper’s affection.

Jesper was the first to pull away, his face seemingly alight with pure sunlight even though their room was dark. He practically glowed with that flawless smile that glinted at her.

“So I’m assuming we feel the same way?” He finally questioned after catching his breath.

Y/N, still breathless and reeling from their moment, simply nodded, a wide smile gracing her face.

Softly, Jesper’s hands migrated up to her face, framing it between his large hands. “I always thought we’d end up like this.” His voice was heavily laced with arrogance as he smugly smiled.

“Oh really?” Without a second thought, she leaned into Jesper’s warm touch, relishing in how his callused hands felt against her face.

“Who wouldn’t fall for my handsome face, brilliant mind, extraordinary gun slinging skills?” He raised his head just a bit higher with pride.

Y/N lightly slapped one hand against his chest, “Oh don’t start in with your gloating. It’s annoying!”

Jesper only devilishly grinned at her and offered, “Annoyingly charming?”

“Stop it! The last thing your ego needs is compliments!” Y/N complained, feigning displeasure in her voice, but that task was nearly difficult. Everything about Jesper made her want to grin from ear to ear, to laugh and never stop.

“Oh really?”

“Yes!”

Jesper huffed and pressed little kisses to her cheek, slowly sliding his lips down until they met her jawline and then her neck. In between each featherlight kiss, he murmured, “I don’t know about my ego, but I know what I need.”

“What?” Y/N prompted, slightly tilting her head back as she completely surrendered.

“You.”

Y/N gasped for air as the kisses peppered across her skin felt like electric shocks, sending shivers through her body. Her mind immediately began to wander towards what their companions would think in the morning. Kaz and Inej weren’t stupid - they’d see that the fleeting glances filled with pining had suddenly transformed into something far more complicated.

At that moment, Y/N wasn’t sure what the future would hold but she knew one thing for certain - it was now exactly what it looked like.

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bloody hands | k.b

A/N: this is my first time writing for ye old kazzle dazzle and i'm terrified, lol (i'm also shit at summaries)

Summary: Kaz never feels the need to explain his entire plan. He knows that, whatever happens, it will inevitably go according to plan. But when his plan goes wrong and Y/N is injured, Kaz is suddenly forced to comprehend with the skeletally hand of death once again.

"So, was the gunfire part of the original plan?"

Kaz shoot Y/N a withering look - one that would have anyone in their right mind turning around and running. Y/N just beamed at him.

"No, it wasn't," Kaz replied, glowering at her. "Jesper shouldn't have started so early."

"He's on time," Y/N reminded him.

"For Jesper that's early."

"True."

Y/N and Kaz ducked back behind the wall as bullets whizzed past them smashing into the houses behind them.

"So, we are being fired at because you couldn't be bothered to explain the full plan," Y/N said, trying not to glare at Kaz.

"No, we're being fired at because Jesper's timing is horrendous," Kaz snapped.

Jesper, as if summoned, suddenly appeared at Y/N's side, sliding to a stop on the slippery cobbles. "Right, that's that, then."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "What -"

She was cut off being a tremendous explosion from inside the warehouse they'd all just being chased out off. Smoke billowed into the air and flames rolled up into the sky. The men who had been firing at them all exclaimed and ran off to the warehouse, leaving the alley empty.

"Well, you could have done that sooner, Jes," Y/N muttered stepping out from behind the wall.

"Well, of course, but then what's the point, love?" Jesper asked, winking at her,

Y/N began to laugh but was cut off as a more gunshots echoed through the street. She ducked and Jesper pulled her behind a barrel as he fired back at the lone gunman, hitting him in the shoulder as he ran off.

"You alright?" Jesper asked, panting. He glanced at Y/N who was nodding, albeit shakily.

"I'm fine," she said, peeking her head over the top of the barrel and slowly standing up. "Nearly died, but I'm fine."

"You didn't nearly die," Kaz drawled, walking over to them.

"We all nearly died, Kaz, all because you can't explain any plan in full detail!" Y/N yelled. "Inej almost got stabbed!"

"But she didn't," Kaz replied, glancing up at the roofs where Inej was inevitably haunting.

Y/N glanced over at Kaz and let out an exasperated sigh. "Would it kill you to actually explain a plan in whole? It would make our lives so - ah."

She cut herself off with a gasp of pain. Y/N lost her footing as she stumbled forward. and Jesper grabbed her, wrapping one hand around her waist, the other snaking around to rest on her back.

"Hey, you ok?" Jesper asked, his dark eyes full of concern as he supported almost the full weight of Y/N.

Y/N glanced down at her side and noticed a dark patch spreading from just under her right breast, staining her waistcoat. She raised a shaking hand to the blood stain and let out a surprised gasp as her hand came away wet with blood.

"Oh."

The sight of the blood on her hand seemed to push her over the edge and Jesper exclaimed as her legs buckled. His grip tightened as he caught her and gently lowered her to the cobbled street, kneeling down with Y/N and putting her head in his lap.

"Inej!" Jesper yelled, unable to see where the Suli girl had vanished too.

Kaz stared as blood dripped onto the cobble stones. His mind was still watching Y/N yell at him for being him. It wasn't meant to happen like this. His grip on the crow's head of his cane was almost crushing and he could feel the tiny, delicate beak cutting into his hand through his gloves.

Y/N was dying because of him.

If he'd told them what his actual plan was or if he'd just told her.

Y/N's hand was pressing against her right side, Jesper's hand covering hers as he helped put pressure on her side. The blood was seeping over both of their hands, staining them red.

Inej suddenly appeared out of the shadows, hurrying over to Y/N's side in silence. She unwrapped her scarf from around her head and began wapping it around Y/N's side as Jesper moved Y/N's shaking hand away from the wound. Jesper carefully lifted Y/N up as Inej meticulously wrapped it around, trying to slow the bleeding.

"We need Nina," Inej said aloud as she tied her scarf in a knot, securing it around Y/N's side. She looked expectantly over at Kaz.

Kaz was clenching his jaw tightly. He forced himself to swallow the fear and the mental image of Y/N lying next to Jordie on the Reaper's barge. "She's at the White Rose. Bring her to the Slat."

Inej nodded. She cast Y/N a worried glance before she climbed up a drainpipe and vanished into the clouds, leaving no sign she'd ever been there except the now bloody scarf around Y/N's side.

"Jesper, your face looks weird without a smile on it," Y/N said softly, her left hand finding his, their fingers entwining.

Jesper forced himself to smile down at her. He smoothed back her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Sorry, love."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut and Jesper moved his bloody hands to either side of her pale face, shaking her as gently as he could.

"Hey, hey, stay with me, love," Jesper said, not so gently, as he tried to keep her conscious.

Y/N blinked her eyes open and looked up at Jesper, the world spinning around her, the buildings around them looking even drunker than usual. "Hey."

"Hey, beautiful," Jesper replied, stroking her cheek with his thumb, both of them choosing to ignore the fact that Y/N's blood was all over Jesper's hands and was now on her face.

Kaz felt a pang of jealously rush through him. Jesper could comfort her and carry her to safety. Inej could hold her hand and hug her. Nina could heal her and touch her without feeling like she was about to pass out.

Kaz wanted to run to Y/N. He wanted to kneel down next to her and hold her hand. But he couldn't. He physically could not force himself to.

As he stared at her, at the woman he'd taken for granted for so long, he just saw her dead, lying on the street like Jordie had. The nightmare spiralled from there as he remembered the Reaper's Barge, the cold, bloated body of his brother. The hands. Drowning in a sea of rotten bodies.

No.

Y/N wasn't dead. She was still alive. She was still awake and wasn't dead.

A small voice inside him added the word yet to the end of his sentence but he refused to listen to it.

"Jesper," Kaz said, his voice rougher and croakier then usual. "We need to move her to the Slat."

Jesper recognised the pain and unfiltered emotion on Kaz's face. It wasn't normal to see his boss so openly show emotion but when Y/N was involved, Kaz was an unknown entity.

The man would never admit to himself that he had feelings for her. Kaz was in denial. He refused to acknowledge the emotions inside him. But he'd taken Y/N for granted. He just assumed she would always be on his left side, walking just behind him.

"Ready?"

Jesper's voice snapped Kaz back to the street and he looked at Y/N, her skin pale and sweaty, her hands shaking. Kaz nodded, gripping his cane tightly.

"Right, love, your knight in shining armour has arrived," Jesper said, a teasing tone to his words that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Y/N chuckled softly as Jesper moved to her side, his arms going under her legs and then around her back. Y/N let out a groan of pain and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he lifted her up. She dropped her head onto his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him, the soft material of his coat rubbing against her face.

Kaz's cane clicking against the cobbles was the sound Y/N focused on as Jesper carried her towards the Slat. She wanted to fall asleep, to just close her eyes and burrow into Jesper's jacket for warmth. But Kaz's cane kept clicking and Y/N focused on it, the sound alone reassuring her of his presence.

"Hey, don't doze off on me," Jesper said, glancing down at Y/N as her eyes shut.

"I"m not," Y/N said softly, her eyes opening sluggishly and looking up at Jesper as she re-wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm not."

Jesper squeezed her leg as he noticed her eyes droop slightly, her head dropping back against his shoulder. "No sleeping on the job, Y/N, Kaz will have your head."

Y/N's laugh was weaker and Kaz felt a pang of pain in his chest as he looked over at her. She was dying. She couldn't be dying. But she was dying.

Kaz forced himself to reply, playing along in an attempt to keep Y/N awake. "You fell asleep on a job once, Jesper, and yet you're still here. Unfortunately."

Jesper let out a bark of laughter and Kaz caught Y/N smiling, albeit small. Good.

"We're nearly there, love," Jesper said quietly, spotting the towering, drunkenly slumped shack that was the Slat.

Y/N hummed a response but the blood loss was beginning to hit her. Her sight was speckled by black dots and her ears were filled with a high pitched ringing.

Jesper glanced down at her, noticing her silence ."Y/N, hey, stay with me, darling, we're almost there."

Y/N wanted to reply. She wanted to reassure Jesper, because she could hear the thinly disguised panic in his voice, that she was still with him but she was so tired and her eyes weren't letting her stay awake.

The urge to sleep won over her need to reassure Jesper and her eyes rolled backwards. Jesper felt Y/N's arms slip from around his neck, limply hanging to the sides, as she lost consciousness and felt panic grip his entire being.

Kaz slammed open the door to the Slat and the Dregs loitering around looked up, hands flying to weapons.

"Nina!" Kaz yelled, his voice doing a fairly good job at hiding his fear, his worry, the panic that Y/N was dying.

Nina rushed out the side room and met them halfway across the room, eyes running over Y/N, the blood seeping through Inej's scarf, the blood on Jesper's hands, on Y/N's hands.

"Quickly," she said, ushering Jesper into the room.

There was a table set in the middle of the room and dozens of candles had been lit to provide enough light in the dark room. A large, heavy oak chest of drawers was shoved up against the window and Inej was hovering against the far wall, her eyes locking onto Y/N's body as soon as Jesper carried her into the room.

"On the table, Jesper," Nina ordered, opening a drawer, numerous bottles clinking as she rummaged around.

Jesper gently set Y/N down on the table, carefully laying her down and moving her arms to rest on the wood. He took his jacket off and bundled it up, lifting Y/N's head up and setting the material underneath her head.

Kaz stood in the doorway, hands tightly wrapped around his cane, the metal beginning to cut through his gloves and into his hands. In any of building, in any other city in the world, he would've looked like an omen of death.

He forced himself to stare at Y/N as Jesper helped Nina unwrap Inej's scarf from around Y/N's side.

Kaz shuddered as his mind shoved Jordie to the front, the feeling of his brother's cold, bloated skin against his, drowning him. He was drowning in Jordie; in Y/N dying on the table in front of him.

Nina was muttering to herself as she worked, one hand around Y/N's wrist, the other holding a pile of gauze to her side. Kaz watched her intently and could see her counting Y/N's heartbeat as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Which is why, because Kaz was watching Nina with such intensity, that when Nina paused her muttering and looked down at Y/N, her eyes slowly widening, did Kaz feel his own heart shudder and almost stop.

Nina let go of Y/N's wrist, dropping her hand onto the table. She brought her hands together, her first two fingers overlapping each other, and then brought them down onto Y/N's chest.

It was as if Kaz could hear Y/N's heart slowing down and not speeding up. He watched as Nina repeated her movements, determination and panic and fear written on her face as her eyes welled up.

Kaz swallowed and felt the ocean overwhelming him again. He saw Y/N staring back at him, lifeless and dead just like Jordie. Her beautiful eyes staring emptily back at him, void of life. He'd failed her like he'd failed Jordie. The most important thing in his life was dead.

Inej was frantically praying, clutching her knife, Sankt Alina, tightly. Jesper was still for the first time since he'd carried Y/N in, his eyes red with tears as he stared at Y/N's limp, bloody body.

Kaz took one look at Nina and saw the dwindling hope in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face and turned around, walking out the room, his cane clacking loudly against the floor.

Nina sobbed and repeated her movements one more time, desperately trying to get Y/N's heart to start beating again. She'd saved Matthias in the middle of the ocean, during a hurricane, she could save Y/N.

Nina brought her hands down on to Y/N's chest once more with, perhaps, more force than needed. She kept them there and willed the organ inside her friend to not give up.

To keep going.

Second by second, Nina felt it slowly begin to beat again. Nina kept her hands on Y/N's chest, scared that if she moved even an inch it might stop beating again. Second by second, the colour began to slowly come back into Y/N's skin and Nina sighed, dropping her head in relief.

Inej let out a happy sob and closed her eyes, praying to her Saints once again and thanking them.

"Jesper, come here and wrap her wound, stop making that face, it's a bullet wound, you'll be fine," Nina snapped, glaring at Jesper when he balked at the thought, all thoughts of death and misery gone, their usual banter slowly returning.

Jesper walked around to stand next to Nina and took a clean wad of gauze and drenched it in alcohol. He pulled Y/N's bloody shirt up and gently pressed it to her side. His other hand reached up to Y/N's face and with a clean, damp cloth, he began wiping the dried blood off her skin.

"Oh, Saints, Kaz!" Inej exclaimed suddenly, making Jesper and Nina jump. She flew out the room like a breeze and dashed up the stairs to Kaz's office where he'd inevitably retreated.

Kaz was stood hunched in front of his mirror, his gloves off, his head hung. Inej walked in slowly, making sure to announce her presence by stepping on the creaky floorboard by the door.

"Don't," Kaz said, his voice croaking and Inej realised that he was crying. "Don't say it."

"Kaz," Inej said softly, slowly approaching him.

"No, Inej!" Kaz snapped, whirling around to stare at her. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess and his hands were shaking. "I took her for granted. I never," Kaz took a deep, shaky breath in, "I never told her or even showed her just how much..."

Even now, even when she was dead, he couldn't bring life to the words. They sat dead on his tongue, poisoning him. He hated his brother for making him this way. Hated Ketterdam for being the way it was. He even hated Y/N for being so fucking perfect that he had to fall in love with her. He was a fool so desperately in love that it scared him endlessly.

"Kaz," Inej repeated, slowly, gently, laying a hand on his arm.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up but Inej made sure to place her hand on the part that was still covered. Kaz flinched but didn't tell her to remove her hand or move back.

"Kaz," Inej said again. "Y/N isn't dead. She's alive. Nina brought her back."

Kaz turned his head and locked eyes with Inej. He didn't say anything but Inej understood. She nodded, reassuring him that she was being honest.

Perhaps, if Y/N hadn't been around, they would have fallen in love. Maybe it would be Inej he was crying over. Maybe it would have been Inej lying there, injured. Maybe Kaz would have torn the city apart to find the man who had injured her.

But he had Y/N. She was alive, three flights of stairs below, with Nina and Jesper at her side.

"I'll find him," Inej promised, dropping her hand from Kaz's arm and pulling her hood up.

"Leave some for me," Kaz said lowly, his eyes following Inej to the window. "I feel like ripping an eyeball or two out."

Kaz slowly limped down the stairs to Y/N's bedroom. He could hear numerous voices from inside and hesitated outside the door. Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, heistated.

"Kaz, just come in already!" Nina yelled from within.

Kaz rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Stop spying on me, Zenik."

"It's difficult not to when your heartbeat is so loud," Nina replied, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

Y/N snorted and Kaz looked at her. She was sat on her bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Jesper sat next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Y/N was half leaning on Jesper and half on the wall and looked so alive.

Inej had found the man who'd shot her and, together, they'd ripped the man's eyes out, slit his throat and thrown his body onto the Reaper's Barge. It had helped quell the ghosts threatening to haunt him once again but they hadn't truly abated until Kaz had gotten to look at Y/N and see her talk.

Y/N gave him a smile and Kaz nodded back at her, trying to hide his relief at how alive she looked.

She was alive. She wasn't dead. She wasn't Jordie. She wasn't going anywhere. She was still here, with him, in Ketterdam. And he wasn't going to let her go.

"There's blood on your shoes, Kaz," Y/N said, gesturing to his black shoes with her head, her voice almost startling him.

Kaz looked down and eyed the single drop with distaste. So there was. A single drop. All that was left of the man who'd shot her.

Y/N laughed at the look on Kaz's face. "He looks like he just sucked a lemon," she said to Jesper, albeit loud enough for Kaz to hear too.

"No, that's his normal face," Jesper replied, smirking as he winked at Kaz.

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back. Her hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled in the dim, orange light of her room. Her laugh was like music to him.

And Kaz Brekker realised with a sudden, painful thud that he was completely and utterly besotted with her.

Not What It Looks Like

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like

summary/request: “omg i just read your blog and had a read through your masterlist. you’re a fab writer! 👏🏼 if you like the trope could you do there’s only one bed with jesper. thanks!”

warnings: profanity, mentions of sexual activity

word count: 2.5k

A/N: i’m so close to writing a p2 for this omfg

READ PART TWO HERE

“What are you doing?” Jesper questioned, his voice consuming the silence that once occupied the main floor of the Slat.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/N jumped like a startled deer, dropping the pillow in her hands. Everyone had long since headed upstairs to their bedrooms, hopeful for a good night’s rest. But not her - she was delegated to the main floor, destined to spend the night on a lumpy broken couch.

“Making a bed for myself,” she bluntly replied, picking up the pillow and laying it on top of the makeshift bed of partially moth eaten quilts. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

“Why?”

“Kaz won’t let me use my room. Something about needing to survey the street below.”

Jesper crossed his arms and closely watched her as she worked. “So you’re sleeping down here?”

“Don’t want to be a bother to anybody. This couch isn’t that horrible,” Y/N trailed off, her gaze flitting to the sunken couch, the wooden frame practically jutting out of the fabric.

“No, literally stop,” Jesper scolded, reaching forward and snatching the pillow from the couch. “You can stay in my room.”

Y/N gripped the other edge of the pillow again, giving a sharp yank. “Jes, we all know how you need your beauty sleep. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Shut up, seriously. You’re sleeping with me.”

“Jes-”

“Nope, nopity nope. C’mon,” Jesper chided, scooping up the blankets and pillow in one fell swoop.

Y/N crossed her arms, half-heartedly arguing her case. “I could always room with Inej or Nina.”

Jesper scoffed, laughing lightly. “Saints, no - trust me on this one, darling. Nina snores in her sleep, Matthias told me but don’t repeat it or she might stop our hearts. And Inej sleeps with a knife under her pillow so there’s always the risk of-” Jesper raised one hand into the air and quickly jabbed it downward,“during the night.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Y/N questioned, voice wavering slightly. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, mentally evaluating her options. It would be a lie to say the idea of sleeping in a bed wasn’t tempting. The frumpy couch wasn’t exactly… appealing.

“Not at all,” Jesper insisted, a dopey grin playing upon his lips.

Smiling herself, she gathered up her things and followed Jesper, who toted the quilts in his arms, up the rickety staircase. It felt odd, heading to the north side of the Slat that faced towards the harbor as her room lay on the South side. Soon they entered a dimly lit hallway, the only sound being faint snores.

Staring at Jesper’s back, Y/N wondered why he’d offered. They’d never completely seen eye to eye, constantly poking each other’s buttons - more like giving sharp jabs - on missions. They weren’t enemies, but rather disagreed as much as casual acquaintances possibly could without ruining a mission. She was sure this now was a friendly gesture - helping out a fellow Dreg in need. But quickly an alternate, more foreign, thought rose to the surface, begging to the Saints for hope that it wasn’t just friendly - but something more. The thought was desperately suppressed, buried into the back of her dark mind.

Jesper abruptly coming to a stop and rifling through his pocket for the key, snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. Unlocking the door, he softly pushed it open, careful to not make too loud of a sound.

“Home sweet home,” he announced, stepping inside and immediately walking over towards the small cot in the corner.

For a moment, Y/N allowed her eyes to survey the room, taking in all the little details that seemed to scream Jesper. The layout was nearly an exact copy of hers - a cot, a window, a dresser with a mirror. But Jesper’s room was hectic, clothes thrown everywhere, a stack of cups on a small stand next to several empty boxes that once housed bullets. A small smile crept onto her face as she noticed his prized pearl handled revolvers, sitting upon a red velvet cushion on top of his dresser.

She could still remember the night he’d snatched it in the middle of a job. Kaz had paired them up and they had unfortunately but expectedly run late. In the midst of running through a mansion, Jesper thought it was of the utmost importance to grab the cushion. And of course, she had cursed him for it.

“Good memories, huh?” Jesper questioned, glancing over his shoulder as he tugged blankets off his bed.

Y/N smirked slightly, running the tips of her fingers over the silver embroidered edge of the pillow. “Of course, if you consider me calling you names enjoyment.”

“I believe you called me spectacular.”

“A spectacularly stupid ass, to be precise.”

“You’ve always had a charming way with words,” Jesper replied with a wink, unceremoniously dropping a pillow and blankets on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping on the floor so you can have the bed,” he responded rather blandly, as if it was to be expected.

“No, absolutely not,” Y/N replied, almost in a scolding manner. “In the morning you’ll only whine about it and I’ll be scolded. We can share.” She quickly crossed the room, eyes trained anywhere other than Jesper’s.

“Fine,” he groaned, as though this were a form of torture, but Y/N swore she saw a cocky grin, just for a second.

Together they descended into silence, placing their pillows and rolling out the blankets. Each moment was tense, Y/N being acutely aware of Jesper’s gaze that kept flickering up to examine her face. The intensity made her heart race, but she kept herself focused on the task at hand.

It was only when the bed was made, covers thrown back, that the anxiety lept to the surface, overtaking her mind. The little details, things she’d normally overlook, now felt tenfold; the way sharp cold gusts rushed in through the open window, the way the Slat was so quiet that she could hear each inhale Jesper took. For a second, she just drowned in how overwhelming it all was.

But that feeling was shattered when Jesper kicked off his shoes and with his back to her, pulled his shirt over his head. Desperately, she tried to look at anything other than Jesper and his bare back, lean muscles flexing. The floor was suddenly certainly interesting and she allowed her gaze to follow the lines of the wood grain, until Jesper slipped into bed, pulling the covers over himself with a flourish.

Kicking off her own shoes, she too slipped into bed, careful to avoid meeting Jesper’s gaze as she settled in. The cot was tiny to say the least. Meant for one person, the two of them were squished together. Y/N shuffled around slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it seemed as though every inch of her body was pressed against Jesper.

“Could you scoot over?” She furiously whispered as she tried to find a comfortable spot.

“I’m on the edge,” Jesper replied, rolling over to face her.

“Well I don’t have any room!”

In the process of wriggling around, trying to make room, the bed squeaked painfully loudly, making both of them wince.

“If you keep making so much noise, someone is going to think we’re sleeping together,” Jesper teasingly complained, a smug grin on his face as he rested one arm behind his head.

Y/N’s jaw dropped open and she scrambled for something to say. “Don’t make this into something it’s not!”

“I’m not!” Jesper exclaimed defensively, gazing at her sharply, a smirk still etched onto his face. “You were the one that started acting all weird about me taking my shirt off.”

“I… I was not!”

Jesper raised one eyebrow sarcastically as he silently questioned her. The smug smirk on his face transformed into a knowing grin as he allowed his gaze to shamelessly scan her face. Embarrassment rose up inside of her like a wave, sending a rush of warmth flushing onto her face. A thick silence ensued as the two simply stared at one another.

In the darkness of the room, she could faintly make out his handsome features, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window. His curly hair softly blew in the frigidly cold breeze from the harbor. As her gaze slowly roamed his face, focusing on the silly grin on his face, she felt her heart do little flip-flops in her chest. It left her breathless, heart pounding insanely quickly.

Without a second thought, she rolled over so she faced the window instead of Jesper. However, she allowed her mind to swim in those feelings of butterflies. She’d felt them before; firstly when she was still a girl in school, fawning over a classmate that was especially kind and gifted her a pencil when she was in need of one. Now she was feeling those feelings tossing and turning in her gut again. Part of her was horrified, now knowing somewhere along the line she’d developed a crush on the sharpshooter. But was it really that odd? Another part of her expected it, unconsciously knowing those feelings were lurking, waiting to be found.

Y/N closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to fall upon her soon, but Jesper’s hands constantly jumping around like startled animals kept her wide awake.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N questioned with a groan, glancing over her shoulder.

“Can I?” Jesper motioned putting an arm over her, a soft smile on his face, “I’m used to sleeping with a pillow.”

Before she could even think, Y/N found herself nodding, giving in to the part of her brain that went haywire whenever Jesper spoke. Casually, he draped his arm around her middle, softly pulling her a bit closer to him. It took every bit of Y/N’s being to keep her heart from bursting as it hammered in her chest. In that quiet room, all she could focus on was every little movement from Jesper; the way his arm would tighten around her, how his warm breath fanned across the back of her neck. It was all so intense, but not the type that ensued panic. For lack of a better word, Y/N found it nice.

Jesper was like the warmth of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day, a steaming cup of tea during the flu season. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, relishing in the peaceful feeling. Behind her, Jesper too was drifting off, his breathing growing deep and leveling out.

When he’d pull her closer in his sleep, a sense of anxiety rose up within Y/N, but it was quickly chased away by the knowledge that this was right. She couldn’t exactly explain it, but there was a pull deep within her soul proclaiming that this was exactly where she belonged.

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Y/N was awoken in the morning by the sounds of the other Dregs stirring awake, stomping down the hallway to head downstairs for breakfast. But she didn’t dare move from where she lay.

Jesper’s arm was still tucked around her, firmly holding her against his chest. His head was nuzzled into her neck, his warm breath making her skin tingle and hair softly flutter. It felt so immensely peaceful, as though everything in the world had stopped just for them. The steady rise and fall of Jesper’s chest tempted Y/N to close her eyes and drift off back to sleep.

It was foolish to even consider, but she wanted to stay there far into the late morning hours. Nothing sounded more splendid than staying in that warm bed, feeling the nipping Kerch breeze wash over her as birds chirped outside. Ketterdam was always quietest in the mornings - the pigeons were gone, back on their tourist boats, and everyone else seemed reluctant to wake.

Softly the door to Jesper’s tiny room creaked open and Nina’s voice came in through the crack, “Kaz wants you downstairs, Jes.” Without thinking, Y/N let out a squeak which Nina obviously heard. “Y/N?”

Nina flung open the door and strode into the room, hands on her hips and a wicked smirk on her face. “Well, well, well - when did this start happening?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to wiggle out from Jesper’s grasp but he just firmly pulled her back into place. He groaned softly in his sleep, burying his face into her neck.

“All I know is you two certainly look… cozy.”

“I couldn’t sleep in my own room,” Y/N furiously whispered, eyes ablaze as she desperately tried to explain. “Jesper offered for me to sleep in here.”

Nina raised her eyebrows and continued her teasing, “And so that requires cuddling?”

Y/N felt as though she was dying from embarrassment. All she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and hide, but Jesper kept her firmly in place, pressed against his chest.

“Please don’t tell the others.”

“They’ll still find out,” Nina scolded, crossing her arms.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“How would they know?”

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They knew. It was painfully obvious that all of their friends knew the moment Jesper and Y/N trudged down the staircase. Jesper had that adorable yet annoying smug grin on his face, as though he’d won some sort of prize. Y/N kept her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to meet her friends’ inquisitive gazes.

Kaz wore a cocky smirk on his face as he picked through the scrambled eggs on the table before him. Raising one eyebrow, he said, “Sleep well?”

“Great,” Y/N bluntly replied, taking a seat next to Nina. Silently she prayed that he wouldn’t question further. The last thing she needed was being teased over her not so little crush.

“You weren’t on the couch,” Kaz prompted, digging for more information. His eyes twinkled with mischief as his gaze flickered between her and Jesper, who was rubbing at his eyes.

Nina leaned over dramatically towards Y/N, reaching across to steal an extra waffle. When she pulled away, she wrinkled her nose. “Saints, Y/N! Please tell me you didn’t use Jesper’s cologne - it’s certainly not your scent.”

Y/N casually let her chin drop, nose angling towards her shoulder. She did smell like Jesper - an intoxicating blend of cinnamon, spice, and Ketterdam smoke. It sent her heart jumping into her throat and she sent a quick glare to Nina who cheekily smiled.

Inej’s fork clattered to the plate as her gaze whipped between Y/N and Jesper, the latter of which had a faint red tint upon his cheeks. Her jaw slightly dropped as she exclaimed, “You didn’t!”

“They definitely did,” Kaz chuckled with a snort.

Jesper choked on his coffee, eyes growing wide as did Y/N’s. “I didn’t sleep with her- well I did, but not in that way.”

Kaz comically raised both eyebrows, letting out a little hum of disbelief.

Both protested, “It’s not what it looks like!”

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