#freddy carter x reader

[starshipsofstarlord]

being the only person kaz can touch would include:

warnings. haphephobia (the fear of being touched or touching others), some angst and fluff, vomiting, hidden feelings (0.7k)

divider credits. @cafekitsune

being a trusted member of the crows for quite some time, and growing up as part of the dregs with him prior to him earning his high standing position

if anything, he would feel the most comfortable with you as he had known you for years, although that did not make it any easier for him at the start

it isn’t that he didn’t want to be able to touch others, as it was a weakness that repulsed him to his very core, but he just couldn’t

the act of flesh touching his own would slip him into a state of sickness, both mentally and physically. kaz despised it, though he had gotten used to not being able to hold skin to skin contact

but he wanted to overcome the vigorous discomfort that he felt amidst it, and have some relief in conquering a minuscule part of it. even if it was with only a singular person. it would grant him a feeling of power and control over his greatest fear

he asked you, as you were never one to pry in regards to him constantly wearing his gloves and him grimacing at the sight of wounded flesh

the two of you were in his office, just the pair of you when he brought it up in conversation. kaz felt comfortable that you would not judge him, you had known each other long enough for your mind to hardly draw focus to his phobia

he had even in the past trusted you with his gravest secret - the reason for his phobia, and you understood the experience that he had had as a child could contort his mind into repelling human contact

“i know this may seem rash…” his words had you concerned until he explained his motives; he seemed certain on what he wanted, and whilst you wished to abide in helping him, you yourself were afraid of bringing him discomfort, especially when it involved such a hardwired fear he had

nevertheless you agreed on the conditions that you would proceed with the process slowly, and he would let you know if it got too much

kaz agreed to your terms, silently appreciating the care that you had for him, daring not to voice it. he was not the best person at expressing his feelings if they were not within the realm of anger or rage

small steps, he reminded himself, not wanting to overwhelm himself before the two of you started in battling his fears, or let you become wise as to the reason he had wanted you to be the one to help him

when you first touched after years of knowing one another, you held kaz’s hands. he still wore his gloves as you had told him to, and he felt guilty for the bile that rose in his throat and the vomit that left his mouth

the feeling was so foreign, but he knew that it was his own nerves gnawing at him. he still had his gloves on for saint’s sakes, and that did not usually stop him during brawls with the dime lions if it was necessary

but it was his fault, he told himself. kaz had been imagining himself not wearing the barriers of leather, picturing your hands held together with nothing in between

you did not blame him, nor physically try to comfort him, knowing that neither would enlighten or make kaz feel any better. instead, you told him that you could both try again some other time if he wished, making sure that he did not feel any pressure to do so if he either did not want to or did not feel comfortable 

he made a point of continuously calling you to his office after that, to try and try again. and over time, the impulse to vomit subsided, and he got used to holding your hand whilst wearing his gloves

one day, he surprised both of you by removing the leather from his hands, choosing on impulse to touch your own. he had expected to be sickened, but instead his mind distracted him, thinking of how warm your skin was - nothing like jordie’s had been when…

you were shocked, a smile pulling onto your features and pride swelling in your chest for Jim

though you had reminded him to go at his own pace, you could not help but hug him, and he awkwardly embraced you back, feeling comfortable enough due to all of the layers of clothing that were between you

it was a work in progress, but Kaz wanted more, his greed overwhelming him. he did refrain but he had every intent of eventually progressing, fighting his greatest fear so that one day he would be capable of kissing you…

[jahayla-writes]

OMG another idea! what about freddy x wife!reader? where she is filming her morning routine (skin care, breakfast, mini workout or yoga or stuff like that, ya know?) and we see freddy in the background and he'll make small comments on stuff then just joins her half way through

Morning Routine : Freddy Carter x Wife!Reader

Descr: Freddy’s wife y/n is asked by Company UK (a British Magazine Agency) to film her morning routine for her fans and her husband ends up guest starring in it. Fluff

Warnings: mentions of exercise and medications., flirtations and relationship components, marriage, food/eating, I think that’s all!

“Hi everyone! It’s y/n y/l/n Carter! This is the first time I’ve done one of these, so hopefully you like it!” Y/n chuckled shyly. She bit her lip bashfully as she saw her husband mouth ‘you’ve got this’ from behind her camera. She pulled herself together and grinned at the camera as she began to explain what she was going to be recording today. The magazine, Company UK, had requested that she film a morning routine video for her fans.

“We’re going to start off with my skincare routine,” y/n narrated as she steadied her phone in the corner of the bathroom counter. “But, first I’m going to brush my teeth.”

“Okay now that that’s done,” y/n commented as she dried her mouth. “Time for skincare! So, I start with y/fav/product and we’re going to put a little of this,” she said and showed the camera her next product. “I just rub it in nice and gently like this and it’ll help to enhance things!” She grinned over at the camera as she set the latest product down. “And just like that, we’ve finished my daily skincare routine!”

“Even though she doesn’t need any of it to look as radiant as she always does”, Freddy commented lovingly as he walked past the doorway to their bathroom.

Y/n grinned widely and laughed giddily to herself. “Another part of my routine,” she winked and nodded her head backwards towards the door. “My hype man for life,” she beamed as she proudly lifted her left hand up to show her cherished wedding ring.

“So now that we’re back in the bedroom, I take my morning medications and supplements,” y/n informed her viewers as she walked to her dresser. “I like to take them with a full glass a water to start off my proper hydration for the day”. Y/n intentionally kept the bottles at an angle so that the names of her prescriptions wouldn’t be in view of the camera. “I won’t show what exactly I’m taking as I can’t give medical advice, after all, I’m not a doctor!” she joked with a careless shrug of her shoulders.

“Smart enough to be though,” Freddy murmured as he walked by. He gave y/n a quick kiss on her cheek as he continued on his route to their closet in order to grab some clean clothes out for himself for the day.

“They said to simply comment on my process and otherwise act as normal for the video,” y/n told the camera with a content smile. “And clearly, my sweet husband is taking that responsibility seriously”. It was true, Freddy was always loving on her like this.

“Mmm,” Freddy hummed and looked over at y/n due to hearing her mentioning him. “I can shut up,” he joked, blushing some. He grinned as his wife lovingly shook her head as she walked over to him. His grin grew as y/n relaxed in his arms and let him pull her in for a hug.

“I’m not complaining Freddy, but you know, they’re probably going to think it’s staged.”

Freddy shrugged, “let ‘em think what they will, love”. He brushed some hair from y/n’s forehead and looped it around her ear, his hand roaming admiringly over her cheek and jaw as she gazed warmly into his eyes. “I’m going to go change and then start brunch, alright?” He whispered softly. Y/n nodded making him hum softly and give her a tender squeeze before they parted.

“Uh anyways”, y/n spoke through her giggles as she moved closer to the camera. Focus. She blinked rapidly as she tried to guide her mind back to paying attention to her routine video and not on her sweet husband.

“So I don’t know if you guys could hear our conversation just now or not,” y/n transitioned, “but those of who have watched some of my husband Freddy’s more viral interviews will already know this, but he loves to cook breakfast slash brunch. Like loves it.” “I’m a very lucky woman,” she grinned. “So while he’s doing that,” she giggled, moving to grab her yfc yoga mat from the corner of their bedroom. “We’re going to do some yoga to get warmed up for a brief exercise a little later. But first, let me go change out of my pajamas cause this is a family show!” she joked showing her pajamas to the camera before pausing the recording. After changing into yoga pants and a loose comfy top, y/n resumed the video as she walked to the living room. “Alright, so let’s get going.” She began to narrate the process of setting up and starting her yoga. As y/n went through her yoga routine, she explained the poses and benefits of them for her fans. As she moved into her next pose, she noticed Freddy could be seen walking by behind her in the background. She concluded Freddy likely had no knowledge that he was in the shot as he stopped to smile at her, watching her silently for a moment. Y/n grinned and proudly continued to talk to the camera as Freddy resumed whatever he had been doing.

“Darling, you ready to eat?” Freddy called out as Y/n set her notebook down after having done some self care exploration/ personal growth work in it. She beamed excitedly as she stood up. She laughed at herself as she sprinted to grab her phone from its stand in order to keep the camera with her as she was to very eager to eat brunch with her husband.

As y/n made it to the table, Freddy pulled the chair out for her. Thanking him, she sat down beside him and kissed his cheek. He leaned over and reached around her as he moved to help prop the camera up.

“Wait, hold on,” y/n stopped Freddy. “They need to see the amazing meal you made,” she commented, momentarily taking her phone back. She turned her camera around as she showed the spread.

Freddy blushed proudly as he watched his happy wife. She was so precious.

When y/n was done showing off her husband’s cooking, she smiled at the camera, “okay!” She handed her phone back to Freddy and watched with appreciation at he set it up. However, when she checked to see what all was in the shot, she noticed Freddy wasn’t in it. She pouted lightly as she moved to adjust it. “You’re part of my routine, handsome,” she grinned, giggling as Freddy playfully retaliated to her flirting by attacking her sides with tickles before giving her a kiss.

After brunch, y/n stood up from the table, “I’m going to show them my morning workout. Wanna join, sweetheart?”

Freddy groaned dramatically but nodded his head in agreement. He pushed back from the table and began to gather the plates so he could wash them.

“Freddy,” y/n cooed. “I can get that, love” she argued, moving to stop his tidying up.

Freddy turned to look over his shoulder at y/n. “‘s alright, y/n/n,” he smiled. “Go on and get your camera and stuff set up in the gym, I’ll clean this up”.

Y/n tsked lovingly as she made her way over to Freddy. She hummed warmly and kissed his cheek as a thanks.

“Okay, so,” y/n explained after she finished stabilizing her phone in the gym. “Today is leg day,” she laughed as she began preparing each station. “I love leg day, but Freddy hates it.” Moving aside some random weights, she added, “I read somewhere that’s a common difference between men and women for some reason” with a shrug. “Truthfully, I didn’t remember it was leg day when I asked him to join, we’ll see if he’s still up for it,” she chuckled.

Freddy waltzed in with reusable water bottles for them both, a clueless smile on his lips. He winked as he made his way over to y/n. “All set up, darling?”

“Mmhm,” y/n hummed. “But, uh…” she trailed off. She pursed her lips as her husband stared back at her with his eyebrows raised in suspicion. She silently walked over to Freddy and batted her eyes at him.

“What did you do?” Freddy teasingly asked.

Y/n giggled innocently and shook her head, “nothing, but it’s leg day today”.

Freddy groans. “And cardio?”

Y/n softly nodded. “Are you still going to join me for both?” She pouted pleadingly.

Freddy smirked faintly at y/n’s overdramatic pout, looking away so as to not crack.

Y/n squinted in slight annoyance and gently turned Freddy’s head back towards her before she amplified her act.

A deep blush covered Freddy’s face as he nodded in acceptance.

“Yay! Thank you sunshine!” Y/n cheered as she kissed Freddy’s cheek. She then ran over to the treadmill. Unbeknownst to her, the camera picked up her husband grinning at her antics. “So we only have one the treadmill, so we’ll be alternating with each other,” she instructed, smiling over at her husband, “while I do an inclined sprint, Freddy will start with a circuit of mountain climbers, squatting burpees, and lunges”. “We’ll go for ten minutes then switch and repeat this cycle three times,” she explained.

As y/n and Freddy finished their last cycle of cardio, she sweetly dabbed Freddy’s sweaty forehead with a towel. “Alright honey, ready for some weighted, leg day exercises?” She inquired. When he begrudgingly agreed, she grinned and walked to her water bottle near her phone. “See, he loves me,” she said with a wink directed at the camera before smirking over at him.

Freddy chuckled as he made his way over.

“Boooo, you’re all sweaty,” y/n joked as Freddy gave her a brief hug.

“So are you, dear,” Freddy smiled, reaching up to fix some of y/n’s now-frizzy hair.

Y/n hummed quietly. She found herself leaning into Freddy’s hand for a moment as she caught her breath. “Don’t district me,” she gasped dramatically as she jokingly shook her head at him, stepping back.

“Are you sending this whole thing in?” Freddy questioned as he adjusted the metal bar so y/n could get up since she’d finished her reps.

Y/n shook her head as she took Freddy’s extended hand, letting him help her up. “No, I’m not going to make them watch us workout for an hour,” she giggled. “I’m gonna edit it first,” she informed him as she sat on the bench.

“Mmm, in that case,” Freddy murmured as he moved to pin y/n backwards against the bench.

“Freddy!” Y/n shrieked in surprise, as Freddy towered over her. Her eyes were wide as her laughter rang out around the room.

Freddy beamed and bent down to give his wife a sweet kiss. “That’s all I wanted,” he defended with an innocent expression. He stood up and helped y/n back up again.

“Mhmm,” y/n stated, side eyeing Freddy skeptically. “Behave yourself,” she teased with a light shove as she moved to grab weights for their next exercise.

“Alright, for a cool down we’re going to do some light stretching that’ll mostly focus on our legs to relax the muscles after weight training,” y/n told the camera.

“Ugh,” Freddy groaned. “Those are the worst,” he complained.

Y/n laughed. “You’re getting better!” She reassured, grinning when it caused Freddy to blush. “Now come on, you can do it.” She gave him an encouraging smile before moving to her yoga mat. “We’ll start with downward facing dog,” y/n instructed, getting into pose.

“My calves,” Freddy whined as he complied.

Y/n’s laughter made her posture shake a little. “Focus on your breathing, Freddy,” she advised, “each exhale, try to loosen those muscles”.

“Oh, this one’s not too bad,” Freddy observed as he sat in what y/n said was pigeon pose.

Y/n smiled over at her husband supportively. “See you’re doing it,” she commented sweetly.

Freddy nodded. “But I’m not doing that,” he stated dramatically as he watched y/n enhance her iteration of the pose by lifting her extended leg upward by pulling on her foot.

Y/n chuckled loudly. She glanced over at Freddy and took in the look of fearful disbelief he’d been making at her. She ended up laughing so hard she gracelessly dropped her foot back to the mat, “Freddy!”

“That wasn’t part of the instructions!” Freddy exclaimed defensively.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “You didn’t have to do that part.” “I just didn’t feel a stretch without it anymore”.

“Show off.”

“Hey!” Y/n scoffed as she leaned toward Freddy and gently pushed him over.

After some more stretching, the couple finally finished. “Alright, whew. We’re done!” Y/n said, dusting her hands off. “And that means, all that’s left in my morning routine is a shower to get cleaned up, so yeah! I hope you all had fun watching this!” She paused and looked over to Freddy who was curled up on the bench and shook her head teasingly. “Bye everyone!”

Once y/n had turned her phone’s camera off for the day, she slid the device into her yoga pants’ side pocket. “Honey?” She asked softly as she made her way overtoher husband. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and then you can relax on the couch some until you have to be on set, huh?” She offered, gently helping guide him off the gym bench with a loving smile.

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A BOY'S FIRST PEST

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary - Kaz Brekker thinks Per Haskell's daughter is a (very lovely) pest

Warnings - fem!reader, traumatraumatrauma, the woes of troubled youth, light mentions of blood and death, these bitches trauma bonded yo, could deviate some from canon, based more on book!kaz than show, NOT EDITED WE DIE LIKE MEN

Word Count - 2.0k

!MINORS DNI!

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Everyone knows Kaz Brekker put his own money into fixing up the Slat. 

He hired men to patch the leaky roof (though it still drips during a heavy rain) and put proper insulation in the walls (which keeps the house warm enough, even if it does nothing to muffle the noise of its occupants). He had all the doors fitted with working knobs (but easily picked locks) and ensured the kitchen was capable of making a warm meal (even if seriously doubted any of the Dregs knew how to cook). 

And while he would never admit it aloud, Kaz was also the one who made sure there were always clean linens in every room (albeit the cheapest Ketterdam has to offer) and spare clothes in every closet (sizes ranging from wafer-thin to barrel-chested). In keeping, he also takes it upon himself to keep the bathing room stocked with a steady supply of toiletries (because if someone uses his toothbrush again, he’s going to kill everyone in this place and then himself). 

Because of Kaz Brekker, the Slat was more than just a safe place to hole up. It was a haven, the closest thing many of the Dregs had to a home. 

But it did, of course, have one enduring problem. 

The pests.

Or, namely, the one pest—one that he could never quite exterminate (though the spider privy to the inner-workings of Kaz Brekker’s mind might argue the merit of replacing ‘could never’ with ‘would never’). 

Per Haskell’s very annoying (and very lovely) daughter. 

In the midst of Ketterdam’s hottest season, you find yourself lying sprawled on your back atop the dark sheets, clad in the skimpiest nightclothes you own: a matching set of black silk shorts and flowy, thin-strapped camisole. The air is thick and near stifling in the attic-bedroom, but you don’t mind it. You prefer being hot to cold, if only because the heavy weight of winter clothes makes you feel trapped, eliciting the urge to crawl straight from your skin. 

When the door finally swings open, you eagerly push up onto your elbows. 

Kaz doesn’t so much as spare a glance in your direction. He’s got one hand on his cane, the other shoving the door shut behind him as he limps toward his desk, guided by the bright moonlight spilling in from the muggy window. 

Your shoulders slump, huffing out a breath. “Seriously? You’re not even gonna greet me?” 

With his back turned to you, Kaz removes his hat and places it on the desk. He doesn’t look at you. “You’re in my room.” 

“Yeah—so I was actually thinking something more along the lines of hello,” you drone, lips pursed. “Y’know, that thing normal people say when they see their friends.” 

“We’re not friends.” 

A hand flies to your chest, as if struck by his words. “Um, ouch? Rude. For your sake, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” 

Kaz tugs off his signature gloves and tosses them next to his hat. “I can always repeat it,” he says, so impassive you can’t tell if it’s a joke. 

Knowing Kaz, you’re pretty sure it’s not. 

You push up the rest of the way, scooting down to sit cross-legged at the end of his bed. It’s so much nicer than yours—the sheets softer, the mattress plusher, the smell so familiar and warm. 

If it were up to you, you’d sleep in here every night. 

And most nights, that’s exactly what you do. 

“Would it kill you to be nice sometimes?” you ask. 

“Not usually, no.” Kaz faces you, his weight leaned back against the desk, his cane propped against it. “But we both know you’re a special case.” 

“Is that a compliment?” 

“Not at all.” 

Your bottom lip juts into a pout. “Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?” 

Aside from the subtlest lift of his brows, Kaz’s expression remains vague and disinterested. “Regularly,” he deadpans, looking the image of austere melancholy. 

Your laugh comes so sudden it sounds like a snort. “I should’ve guessed,” you nod, forever unphased by Kaz’s forbidding attitude. 

This is the way things have always been between you. Ever since a surly twelve year old marched head-high into your father’s office to see if the Dregs needed a new grunt, oblivious to the girl beaming up at him from a lonely corner, weaving colorful scraps of thread into bracelets for the friends you’d yet to make. 

Kaz Brekker is dark and foreboding while you’re bright and bubbly; he’s rude and standoffish while you’re sweet and flirtatious. Some may liken your relationship to oil and water, but you prefer thinking of it as a carefully crafted balance—a yin and yang sort of thing. 

Kaz, on the other hand, would simply say you’re a thorn in his side. 

Fortunately for yourself, you’re not an easily offended thorn. 

The rickety floorboards creak as Kaz starts around the desk. His bare fingers trail along the varnished edge for support. His limp is always at its worst by this time of night, so you’re not surprised to see the flicker of relief that slips over him when he finally sinks into the chair. 

“Have you ever considered that maybe you work too hard?” Your voice teeters on the edge of concern, tracing idle shapes against the sheets with your nails. 

His answer is curt, and contradictory to the purple smudges beneath his eyes. “No.” 

Fumbling with his cufflinks—simple, unadorned things—Kaz rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. Afterwards, he flips open the thick ledger laid before him, plucking up a pen and dipping it into an awaiting pot of ink. 

Kaz keeps track of the Dregs expenses in his head—a skill you’ve always found most impressive, since you can hardly do a simple equation without scratch paper. Still, he keeps the physical record for the sake of having something to point to in case someone’s ever stupid enough to claim Dirtyhands flubbed the numbers. 

As he works, boredom quickly becomes a chip on your shoulder. 

Your legs unfurl, bare feet stretching toward the floor as you slip off the edge of the bed. Every step is purposeful, traipsing toward him with a look that’s not so unlike a cat readying to toy with its favorite mouse. 

“Maybe we should take a holiday,” you suggest, your voice a soft trill. 

One part of you expects to be ignored, the other to be shot down. 

He lands somewhere in the middle. 

“And go where? His eyes remain focused on the ledger, dark brows drawn tight in concentration. You envision numbers flashing before him, adding and subtracting at the steady pass of the nib scratching against parchment. 

“I don’t know. Ravka, maybe?” 

“Ravka?” It’s like the word tastes sour on his tongue. “Why?” 

You stop just short of his desk, an answer instantly rapping at your mind. You quickly replace it with one that’s far less tragic. “I wouldn’t mind seeing Nikolai Lantsov with my own eyes,” you drawl. “Nina says he’s quite the looker, y’know.” 

Kaz sits up a little straighter, shoulders pinned with newfound tension. 

“Of course he is.” He seems to press the nib down harder, his disinterested tone bordering close to resentful. “He’s a prince—looking pretty is all they’re good for.” 

Your head tilts. “Well, he’s actually a king now, so…” 

There’s the briefest falter in the smooth motion of his jotting wrist. “I’m not taking you to Ravka so you can seduce the Lantsov bastard.” 

“And why not?” You reach for the tip of his cane, still propped against the desk, skimming a finger over the crow’s head. “You think I can’t do it?” 

The pen keeps on scratching, accented by the dull hum of the Slat’s perpetual motion—doors slamming, voices cackling. Your ego grows larger for every second Kaz stays silent, your satisfaction settling into a feline smirk. 

Simply, yet firmly, Kaz eventually maintains, “We’re not going to Ravka.” 

Your exhale is something over dramatic, laden with feigned disappointment as you huff, “Fine!” Kaz never looks up, continuing with the ledger. 

Abandoning the crow’s head, you swipe one of Kaz’s abandoned gloves off the desk, fiddling with the smooth leather. Still recovering from their civil war, you imagine Ravka isn’t an ideal travel spot right now, anyway. Not unless someone has a morbid desire to tour the sites where Saints met their often-grisly ends, that is… Besides, for all Nina’s praise of the Lantsov king, you’ve never actually had a thing for blondes. 

And yet— 

“I really would like to go someday.” Your voice is hardly a whisper. Your other answer—tragic and rapping—crawls up your throat in a hoarse admission, “My mother was Ravkan.” 

That persistent scratching finally comes to a sudden halt. 

For the first time since he entered the room, Kaz looks up. There’s not a hint of pity in his eyes, though they gleam with solemn understanding. Your lips thin, pressing his glove tight to your chest. 

In the winter of your fourteen birthday, you snuck into your father’s office and stole a full bottle of kvas. Dressed in clothes too light for the frigid weather, you sped up the crooked stairs to Kaz’s attic-bedroom, pleading until he begrudgingly agreed to join you on the moonlit roof. For a boy who claimed such an aversion to you, he was always doing things you asked—even if he’d griped the whole time. You both gagged after the first sip of hard liquor. After an hour or so, the full bottle had dwindled to just a drop, your tongues seeming to move with more freedom. 

Neither of you had been prepared for the way the carbonated joy in your chests fizzled to something stagnant. 

I don’t like being alone, you told him, fiddling with the frayed strings tied around your wrist, the friendship bracelets no one ever wanted. If I’m alone, it means I’m thinking, and if I’m thinking, it means my mother won’t stop dying. 

You told him of the endless montage in your head. How at six years old, a walk along the Stave in your favorite winter coat ended with getting crushed beneath the weight of your mother’s last act of devotion, shielded by a body crumpled and crimson, shorn in the crossfire of unexpected gang violence. When you fell silent, Kaz drained the last drop of kvas and told you about a coffee shop near the Exchange. About a sickboat and a boy named Jordie, about a frosty harbor and an impossible swim that left him unable to bear the touch of another’s skin. 

When neither of you had any soul left to bear, Kaz chucked the bottle off the roof. You don’t remember hearing it shatter, and maybe it never did. Maybe it hit some hapless pigeon and fractured his skull. Maybe it ceased to exist the moment it went over the edge. The bottle didn’t matter. Not to you. Not when Kaz Brekker reached for your wrist, leather-clad fingers gently tugging the bracelets off your wrist. 

Don’t make a thing of this, he told you, stuffing them in his pocket. You’re still a pest.

But it was a thing. A strange, beautiful thing—and both of you knew it. 

“Fine.” Kaz’s voice—the rasp of stone on stone—drags you back to the present. He sits the pen down beside the ledger, a strand of black hair swaying with the subtle shake of his head. “We’ll go to Ravka. You’ll seduce some sorry prince and live happily ever after in a gaudy palace. I’ll make my fortune snagging the Lantsov Emerald and use it to hire a proper bookkeeper. Deal?” 

Your lips twitch, still hugging his glove to your chest. “King,” you correct him. 

His eyes roll, but a flicker of something warm betrays his affection. “Pest,” he calls you, though it doesn’t sound like much of an insult. 

“I imagine the Grand Palace has fine exterminators,” you muse. 

“Then I suppose your marriage will be short-lived.” 

“Will you save me, then?” Your heart leaps with the question, how it slips from your tongue before you can grasp it. 

Kaz hesitates. Then—remarkably—smiles. 

“Maybe.”

a/n - you know what they say. a bottle of kvas is never just a bottle of kvas, amirite

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anyways, i was procrastinating an essay and thought "lets write something with a somewhat ambiguous ending!" and voila, a boy's first pest is the product. now everyone say: lainie, go work on your original writing and stop writing so much fan fiction! (but i'm already thinking of a kaz smut drabble so) anyways, comments and reblogs much appreciated, i cry with joy every time someone actively interacts with my work so THANK YOU

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[auroravictorium]

anti-hero (k.b.)

i wake up screaming from dreaming. one day i'll watch as you're leaving, and life will lose all its meaning (for the last time).

Summary: reader is awake and heads outside for fresh air. kaz questions whether reader still wants to be with him, and reader begins to heal.

Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship) Word Count: ~4.3k (!!!) Warnings: allusions to reader's recent trauma (kidnapping, torture, severe injuries), mentions of injuries (scars, cuts, bruises), mentions of sibling & parent loss/death, mentions of blood, mentions of kaz's haphephobia, mentions of violence (kaz bashing heads and dangling people of rooftops) Genre: fluffier angst? brief angst then fluff? Author's Note: i really gotta stop with these disappearing acts. anyway, i promised you guys the next part, so here is the next part at a whopping 4.3k. pls enjoy <3 masterlist

The next few days passed in a blur as you fought to recover from what you'd been through. Nothing aggravated you more than the stiffness of your muscles and the pain throbbing throughout your body; just a week ago, you'd been able to jump across rooftops and snatch a pouch of kruge from a man's pocket without any issue. Now, damn near everything ached, though the vertigo and throbbing in your head had eased thanks to Nina's work.

On one of the warmer days, where the snow had melted into the ground to form a muddy slush, you woke up feeling much better than when you'd been carried out of the warehouse. While the rest of the house slept, you slowly made your way out of the room you were staying in and down the stairs. You stuck to the edges, using the banister to support yourself as you avoided potential creaky spots. The house was in remarkably good condition, but you didn't want anyone questioning why you were up and about on your own. You needed to move, to feel the fresh air again.

To remind yourself that you were free, despite everything.

You slipped on your battered boots, your body aching as you hunched over to pull them onto your feet, then stepped onto the front porch, looking over the bleak, icy land sprawling before you. Crossing your arms to brace yourself against the cold, you stepped off the porch and stood in the snow. You let the muddy slush soak the material of your boots, chilling your skin even through your thick socks.

The air stung your lungs as you inhaled deeply, burned through your chest, and then you let it out slowly, the air fogging before you. To be standing outside felt like bliss; in the open air, you could forget the griminess of your captivity for a moment, the sensation of blood sliding down your fingers, the ringing of your ears as your friends had arrived in a flurry of action and chaos. 

You gulped down more air to chase away the prickling hairs on the back of your neck as you considered all that had happened. Not now. 

You realized then why it was easier to close off, to not think of the horrible things those mercenaries had done, that Rollins and his Dime Lions had done in Ketterdam over the years. Denial was easier than wading through the grief of what happened. Preferable, even.

Snow crunched behind you, but you didn't turn, your eyes still fixed on the empty, slush-covered fields before you. A gloved hand carefully wrapped a worn blanket around your shoulders and lingered for a moment before falling away. Kaz stepped beside you, his coat wrapped tightly around himself; there were dark shadows under his eyes, and his face was a touch paler from exhaustion. 

You frowned at him. "You haven't slept."

"Neither have you," he said quietly, sliding his free hand into his coat pocket and looking down at you. He was silent, his icy blue eyes roaming up and down your form as he surveyed you. The look made you shiver, and you turned your gaze away, a blush unrelated to the cold rising to your cheeks.

Out of your periphery, you saw Kaz slide his hand from his pocket, and you felt the brush of his fingers against your arm, loosely wrapping around your wrist. You glanced up at him, and you let him gently turn your arm so that your forearm was to the sky; he pushed your sleeve up carefully, tenderly, and his gaze lifted from the bandages around your arm to your face, waiting.

"Go ahead," you said softly. You didn't want to hide your pain and your scars from Kaz, even though instincts told you to shield it from him. You ached to hide your weakness like when you first arrived on Ketterdam's streets, to settle into denial and rage. But this was Kaz. You trusted him to catch you if you fell.

Kaz undid the bandages with practiced ease, and you wrinkled your nose as cold air hit your wounded tattoo. The flesh was nearly healed thanks to Nina's hard work, but most of the ink itself was destroyed, only a few dark remnants remaining at the edges of what had once been the crow perched on the cup. Shiny scar tissue lined your forearm, and Kaz ran a gloved finger over the skin. The gentlest of touches, but enough to make you hold your breath and look away.

"I'm sorry," Kaz said, breaking the silence with his raspy voice before you could speak. Though he deemed his investigation complete, he didn't release your arm. Instead, he carefully wrapped the bandages again and secured them in place, his leather touches nothing more than a whisper against broken skin. 

You shook your head. "It's not your fault," you said, looking up at him. You were startled to find his gaze already on you, and your breath caught as you saw the raw emotions flickering there. Concern, anguish, guilt. A raw mix of vulnerability he would never let anyone else see.

Kaz looked back down at your bandaged arm, still in his hold. Black leather gloves against pale white bandages, a stark contrast that he hated. He'd caused this. He was at fault, whether you would say it to him or not. The moment he'd crawled out of that harbor, determined to make the city pay for taking his brother, taking his name, taking his dreams, he'd set everyone around him on a path to harm.

"Kaz," you said, turning your arm in his grip so that you could grasp his. Your breath fogged in the cold air between the two of you, a warning of the winter storm brewing above that you elected not to heed. "Tell me what you're thinking. Please."

He let out a breath, and he wanted to turn away. Your gaze was intense, reaching deep into his soul and threatening to pull out every word he'd stashed away where nobody could ever find them. Most believed he didn't have a soul, and he liked it that way; it was his treasured hiding place of all the things he wanted to say but never would, because Dirtyhands wasn't tender. He wasn't kind or caring. He was ruthless, selfish, and brutal. He bashed skulls into stone floors and tortured men on rooftops.

Yet you seemed to break down his walls with only a look, stripping away the layers he'd created to become Kaz Brekker. You saw him, the boy who grew up on this farm, who fell asleep every night with the threadbare blanket currently wrapped around your shoulders, who believed in goodness in the world.

He struggled to reach into that hidden, tucked away part of himself, to find the words he longed to say to you. I love you. I'm sorry. I am not the man you should want. I love you. I thought I'd lost you. I am a liar. I love you.

I love you, and I thought I had lost the chance to say it.

"Do you still want this?" he managed to say, the words nothing more than a rasp, the sound of sandpaper against wood. Even as Kaz Brekker longed to take steps back, to fling up those walls and fall back into the comfort and safety of being ruthless and harsh, the ground beneath his feet had him rooted in place. The Rietveld farm, where the ghosts of his father and brother lurked in the house just feet away. They were watching, begging him to do better. To be better.

He could be.

"Yes," you said without hesitation, your grip on his arm steady and your gaze unwavering. "I made my decision a year ago. I stand by it." Your words were firm but not unkind, leaving no room for argument or misinterpretation.

A lot of horrible things had happened in the past week. Kidnapping, torture, interrogation, and scarring you hoped would one day heal. And despite the urge to collapse, to fall and give in, you wouldn't. Your friends wouldn't let you. Kaz wouldn't let you. And you wouldn't let Kaz wade into the guilt he was feeling. You'd haul him out by his coat collar if you had to. You wouldn't blame anyone for what had happened to you aside from those who deserved it; the guilt lay with the mercenaries and with Pekka, left behind in that warehouse.

Kaz was quiet for a few long moments. He let your words play over and over again in his mind, searching for any whisper of deceit, any hint of blame from you that would reinforce the guilt that pressed down hard enough on his lungs that he felt like they might be crushed beneath the weight. When he found none, he pushed a slow breath past his lips, trying to ease that pressure. "Alright," he said.

Because as much as he did blame himself, it was your choice. Your decision to stay with him, despite his belief that you would only get hurt again. And he wouldn't take that choice from you, even as everything he'd taught himself screamed at him to distance himself from you until you changed your mind.

He would be better.

Kaz swallowed, realizing he still held your arm in his grasp. He looked down at it again, his hand gently cradling your injured arm, and he slowly shifted his hold until your hand was held in both of his, his cane resting against his hip so it didn't fall into the slush. He could feel the coldness of your fingers through his gloves, and he trapped your fingers between his palms to try and warm them up. 

You stepped closer to him, realizing how cold you actually were, even with the tattered blanket around your shoulders. The heat radiated off him in waves, and soon you were nearly chest-to-chest with him. You tilted your head up to look at Kaz, your heart slamming in your chest as you dared to step into his personal space. He smelled like city smoke, like faint remnants of cologne. Home. Comfort.

"I thought I lost you," Kaz rasped, the words almost inaudible, even as you stood mere inches from him. He almost choked on the words, but he owed it to you to say that. To say so much more. "I thought Pekka had won."

"He didn't," you said quietly. 

"I killed him."

"I know."

His breathing turned ragged. "I should have done worse. I should have made him suffer more."

You shook your head, turning your hand in his palms so you could lace your fingers with his. "You did what needed to be done. Nothing more, nothing less. That's all that matters." You tilted your face up, taking in the emotions in his eyes.

"Before you left, you said..." Kaz's eyes slipped shut. Just say it, you fool. Say it. "You said you loved me."

The words didn't burn on his tongue like he thought they would and didn't taste like salty, bitter seawater. It didn't make his teeth chatter or his clothes feel stuck to his skin. It felt blissfully warm, burning in his chest like it might ignite him from the inside out.

You didn't answer, not wanting to interrupt him as he fought to speak. You had a feeling you knew what he wanted to say, why he looked like he was somewhere between keeling over and taking off across the property to disappear into the treeline. So, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze to encourage him, feeling your heart pound as he spoke again.

"I should have said it back," Kaz said. "I should have told you I..." The words stuck in his mouth like the sticky candy he'd shared with his brother on this very property, the sun beating down on their heads. "I should have..." He faltered again, his brows creasing as he grew increasingly frustrated with his inability to spit the damn words out.

Kaz sighed, the breath rushing out of his lungs and clouding in the air before he managed to force out, "I should have told you that I love you." As the words passed his lips, a feeling of peace came over him. The knot in his chest eased, and the heavy weight within his chest became easier to bear. Taking the chance, he continued, his voice quieter. "You could have died, and all I thought about on the ride here was how I didn't say it back. I just turned away like a fool and sent you into the lion's den."

He was grateful for that temporary moment of relief. At least if you stepped away and changed your mind about wanting this, wanting him, the last thing he would remember of the two of you would be this moment of respite with your hand in his and the knowledge that he'd finally told you what he felt. That would be some consolation before the bitter taste of pain rose.

You stepped closer, cutting off his train of thought by pressing his gloved hand against your racing heart, his palm resting just beneath your collarbone. The words he'd just spoken suddenly seemed far away, and his mind went completely blank as he felt the hammering of your heart against his palm. A stark reminder that you were still alive, and he didn't have to think of the 'what ifs' anymore. You had chosen him. You hadn't changed your mind, after everything.

"Don't torment yourself," you said quietly. Your gaze met his, a simultaneous fierceness and gentleness visible there that almost knocked the breath from Kaz's lungs. "Do you remember what I told you? Your pace?"

The words reminded you of an evening that felt long in the past. The two of you, sitting on Kaz's tiny bed in the Slat and working through his fear when you told him you love him and that he didn't have to say it back until he was ready. Your pace, Kaz.

"I remember," he said, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of his breathing as he dropped his hand from your heart and twined his gloved fingers with yours once more. Once he was sure he wouldn't hyperventilate or collapse into the icy mud like a fool, he opened his eyes again.

"I love you," you said softly, giving his hand the gentlest of squeezes. The words felt right, just like every time you'd said them, tasting like shots in the Crow Club and snow falling over the city, like a heady bliss you wanted to feel again and again, as though you might never get enough. Though the words felt right, you realized you started trembling after you said them. From the cold? From the vulnerability strung between the two of you? From the anticipation of his response?

Your fingers were cold between Kaz's, and before he realized what he was doing, he caught both of your hands in his this time, clasping them between his gloved palms to warm them up. Only a few inches separated your faces now, and your tangled hands were wedged between your chests. Selfishly, he wanted to close that distance completely, to remind himself of how your lips felt together. It had been six months, and though he thought about that moment in the alley outside the Crow Club every single day, he found that the feeling had begun to drift from his mind.

"We should go inside," he rasped, despite the thoughts warring in his head. You were freezing; that much was obvious. The old blanket he'd brought to you hadn't done much to keep you warm in this bitter weather, especially as a fresh flurry of snow prepared to blanket the ground.

"I'm fine," you responded, though the growing numbness of your nose and ears said otherwise. You were caught in his gaze, trapped by the heated look in his eyes. You'd seen him angry, distant, and vulnerable at times, but the look he wore now was one you hardly recognized. It was one you'd only seen once before, moments before he'd kissed you outside the Crow Club like he'd die if he didn't get the chance.

"That's what most say before dying of exposure," Kaz deadpanned, but even his response couldn't tamp down the burning in his chest. He didn't recognize it, the looseness in his muscles and the burning in his chest. For once, no terror rose in response to your closeness, ready to shove him away with cold, invisible hands.

You rolled your eyes at him. "I can assure you, the cold won't take me out that easily." Still, you shivered just a bit as a slight breeze kicked up to remind you both of the incoming storm, making your words much less reassuring than you wanted them to be. Traitorous nature. But Kaz (and the wind) was right, the two of you should head inside, even if you wanted to bask in the vulnerability and simmering feel of his gaze for a little bit longer.

Taking a step back, you moved as if you might disentangle your hands from his and head back toward the house. Once again acting before he could stop himself, Kaz caught you, his fingers gentle as they wrapped around your wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice almost inaudible. He took a shaky breath as terror sunk its fingers into his flesh again, making his words come out more unsteadily than he intended. "Can I?"

He could win against his fear again, could push himself past the newfound comfort of holding hands with you. He'd done it once, even though it had kicked an unfortunate series of events into motion. But maybe... maybe that wouldn't happen again. It was just the two of you and the cold. No witnesses, no traitors amongst you except the bone-deep terror that threatened to rear its head every time he dared to challenge it.

Confusion briefly flashed across your face, and then your mind went blank with recognition. The memory of the alleyway, a kiss tasting like bitter liquor and snow, flashed through your mind.

Oh. Oh.

You nodded, just as you had before, feeling your cheeks heat up despite the cold.

As he stepped closer, closing the last few inches of distance, you wanted to ask him whether he was sure. He'd opened up to you so much already; you didn't want him to feel obligated to do so further. But he'd initiated it, and you trusted him and his newfound confidence in his ability to heal. 

You were proud of him.

His lips met yours, tentatively at first. They were cold, chapped slightly from the weather, and he waited for the icy terror to yank him to the ground and drown him right there on land. While his legs felt unsteady, pushed and pulled at by his own fear in its twisted form of pale, dead hands in the harbor, he felt like he could keep standing as long as he focused on you.

It no longer felt like the midst of a Kerch winter. As snow fell down and started to kiss your cheeks, you could imagine it was a morning drizzle on a summer day, before the sweltering heat kicked in and was compounded by the smoky air of the city. You felt warm, maybe too warm, and you freed one of your hands to move up and grasp the back of his neck, standing up on your tiptoes to keep the distance between you closed.

Kaz startled at the touch, his hand moving to grab your arm out of instinct as his heartbeat picked up at the feel of your hand on his skin. The touch was foreign, soft, and hesitant, but not unwelcome as he steeled himself against letting his fear take over. He wanted to be able to kiss you, to accept your touch and affection without feeling like he might collapse. 

His determination fueled him to press even closer, his hand releasing your arm in favor of cupping your cheek. He brushed his thumb over your cheekbone, pretending he could feel the softness of your skin beneath his touch. You shivered, and a surge of warmth ran down his spine, making goosebumps rise beneath your hand on his neck.

Distantly, he felt his cane fall from where it had been propped against his hip, thumping against the frozen ground. But his focus was on you. You, your lips, your nose bumping against his as you settled into this still-new feeling, your hand on his neck, your other moving up as if to join the other before chancing it, sliding into the mussed strands of his hair that he hadn't bothered to slick back before joining you out here.

You fought the heat running throughout your body and forced yourself to pull back, gasping a bit and looking up at him. "I'm-" you began, already starting to retract your hands. What if you'd pushed him too far? You'd felt how he tensed beneath your touch for a moment, felt him go somewhere else for just a moment. What were you thinking, Y/N? His pace, remember?

"Don't," Kaz said roughly, knowing precisely what you were thinking. He kissed you again, chasing the euphoria of your lips against his. He surprised himself with how hungrily he kissed you. The feel of your lips was better than any liquor. Better than any drug, or high in the aftermath of a successful heist. He liked the feeling of kruge passing into his hands, but this feeling had quickly surpassed that.

You made a noise of surprise but didn't protest or pull away, sliding your hands back into his hair and through the dark, silky strands. There was a bubble of something in your chest, the urge to chase this and press further, but the burning in your lungs and throbbing of your wounds in response to the worsening cold forced you to pull back far sooner than you wanted to. 

You opened your mouth to speak, ready to ask if he was okay, or what he was thinking. A million emotions were flickering through his eyes, and you were having trouble pinpointing any of them. Just as you recognized one of them as longing, Kaz's face went neutral, the emotions disappearing before you could blink as the front door to the house creaked open. Your head turned, and you saw Nina, who had just woken up judging by the wayward hair framing her face.

"If you two are done frolicking, I figure I should tell you the storm is about to hit," Nina called from the porch, leaning against the doorway with a smugness on her face that made you blush and take several steps back from Kaz. 

Tightening the old blanket around your shoulders, you glanced at Kaz as he grabbed his cane off the ground. His cheekbones were flushed pink, and there was a purse to his lips that gave away his embarrassment at being caught. But as he straightened up, his cane firmly in his hand again, there was a sparkle in his eye as he met your gaze and offered you an elbow to help you back inside.

"Not a word, witch," Kaz said to Nina, eyeing the wicked grin on her face as he tapped his boots against the steps to free the snow and mud from them. He kept his arm extended for you to hold onto as you did the same, noting the winces of pain as the impact sent shocks of pain through the bruises and scrapes on your legs.

Nina gave Kaz an innocent smile. "Of course not." She reached up to pinch his cheek, and he batted her hand away with a sharp glare. "Can't ruin your terrifying reputation, can I?" 

"No bickering before breakfast," Jesper groaned from the couch, pushing the blanket away from his face and yawning. "I can't add any witty commentary on an empty stomach." He sat up and rubbed his eyes before grimacing and hunching his shoulders. "Now, will you please close the damn door? It's freezing out there."

You suppressed another smile, stepping into the house and setting your shoes to the side. As Nina and Jesper bickered, you pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, sharing a brief glance with Kaz as you settled next to the fireplace to warm up. A flicker of something soft passed through his eyes before disappearing as he carefully leaned down to add another log to stoke the flames. 

Inej padded down the stairs, putting the finishing touches on her braid as she investigated the commotion. If she noticed the faint blush on your cheeks or Kaz looking anywhere but you, she didn't say anything. Instead, she pushed Jesper's legs off the couch to make room to sit, ignoring his groggy protests.

Though you weren't sure anything other than time could heal what happened, being surrounded by your chosen family was a good start. A warmth unrelated to the fire settled over you, a comfort and security that eased the tension that hadn't lifted since your capture. You would heal. Wounds would scar and fade, memories would become less vivid, and the ink along your arm could be replaced one day. 

In the meantime, you'd bask in that warmth, even when your return to Ketterdam inevitably tried to chase it away. 

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[sprite-writes-fanfic]

How the Killers from DBD would react to you slapping their ass.

Hey guys! Welcome to my silly DBD headcanons, this was just for fun, worked with a great buddy of mine @despacitobandito! <3 They helped me and we overall had a great time making this together so I hope you all get a good laugh out of this. Also! Apparently more killers have come out since Unknown’s release that I didn’t write down during the making of this, sorry for missing any new killers! Other than that, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 390

CW: Crack headcanons, nothing graphic, some reactions you’d expect from a slasher, contains killers up to Unknown!

Evan MacMillan - Trapper

• Insulted that you would ever touch his fine juicy ass.

Philip Ojomo - Wraith

• “Oh..!” You both are really awkward afterwards. Like just awkwardly staring at each other in silence.

Max Thompson Jr. - Hillbilly

• He’s genuinely startled by you slapping his ass, a little flattered probably.

Sally Smithson - Nurse

• Your hand phases through her and she slashes the shit out of you.

Michael Myers - Shape

• The thousand yard stare before he’d stab you in the face.

Lisa Sherwood - Hag

• *Minecraft skeleton noises.*

Herman Carter - Doctor

• *Farts electricity and electrocutes you.*

Anna - Huntress

• Stops humming. Run. Dude just run.

Bubba Sawyer - Cannibal

• Squeals and cries, you touched his no-no square.

Freddy Krueger - Nightmare

• Turns into literal dust because that’s what he deserves.

Amanda Young - Pig

• Instant bear trap, you don’t even get to find the key, as soon as it’s on, it snaps.

Jeffery Hawk - Clown

• Burp and fart combo.

Rin Yamaoka - Spirit

• You cut your hand since she has a glass shard sticking out of her ass cheek.

Frank, Julie, Susie and Joey - Legion

• They all gang up on you and kick you on the ground, JoJo style.

Adiris - Plague

• She pukes on you, like a baby.

Danny Johnson - Ghostface

• He liked it so much that he hunts you down for you to do it again.

Kazan Yamaoka - Oni

• Feels his masculinity being threatened and he hunts you every game to beat you violently.

Caleb Quinn - Deathslinger

• You traumatized the old man.

Pyramid Head - Executioner

• Execution via guillotine.

Talbot Grimes - Blight

• Immediately tries to vore you but he can’t as he doesn’t have movement in his lower jaw.

Charlotte Deshayes - Twins

• Victor shoots out of her chest and mauls you.

Ji-Woon Hak - Trickster

• Promoted to side hoe and discord kitten that manages his social media; you’re forced to listen to his music on loop on Spotify. There is no escape.

Nemesis

• “S.T.A.R.S.” *blows you up.*

Elliot Spencer - Cenobite

• “I came.”

Carmina Mora - Artist

• Screeches and crows swarm you.

Albert Wesker - Mastermind

• Look of pure disappointment before he hooks you. “Look but don’t touch.”

Tarhos Kovács - Knight

• “Oh good heavens!” *His and him gang mori you.*

Adriana Imai - Skull Merchant

• She cyberstalks you and cancels you on Twitter/X.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky - Good Guy

• Punted across the whole damn map.

Unknown

• Snap, crackle, pop.

[soapyghostie]

fave found family headcanons for dbd killers? (personally I love Danny and Amanda as besties and Anna and Evan as adoptive parents to the Legion)

Idk. I felt like doing a request. I know. It's been awhile since I posted any writing. I just haven't had the time or the motivation. I've been really going through it the past few months. I have no clue when I'll get out with another one so please enjoy this freshly, newly made content.

Note: I didn't write for all the killers because there is so many of them and this took forever to write.

DBD Killers

Evan has been in the Entity’s realm the longest out of all the killers so he’s the most experienced. He’s rough around the edges, but he definitely has a soft spot for some of the younger killers. He subconsciously took on the role as a designated father figure to pretty much all of the killers. He’s always making sure that no one does anything stupid. You could picture him being that dad that checks up on their kids, but scolds them while doing so. Julie and Frank think he’s being a hardass, but Susie and Joey know that deep down, he cares. He makes sure that everyone eats and is taking care of themselves. 

Philip is never the one to say much. However, everyone knows that if you're struggling with something or having a bad day, he’ll sit next to you silently until you feel better. He has a soft spot for those who were manipulated and abused and always makes sure that they are valued. He and Rin often hang out together. They like to get away from all the chaos and go to a quiet spot to recharge after trials. 

Despite his fearsome appearance, Max is incredibly gentle with those he considers family. Anna treats him like a younger brother and he follows her around like a loyal puppy. He loves music. Susie often invites him to dance with her and they always have a good time dancing together. He doesn’t talk, but everyone knows he’s there if they need a comforting presence.

Sally is the overprotective mom of the group. She checks on everyone constantly. She also makes sure that the more reckless killers, like Danny and Frank, are staying out of trouble. She has had to drag Danny and Frank by their ears a few times because they were causing too much commotion. 

Michael doesn’t outwardly engage, but he’s always there. He’s like most brothers. You don’t think he cares, but he does. If you mess with his people, he pops up when you least expect it. He does keep an eye on the more vulnerable killers. While most of the killers assume that he doesn’t care, Rin and Philip know he listens to everything and step in when it matters.

Lisa is like the eerie aunt who speaks in riddles but somehow always gives the best advice. She watches over everyone from the shadows and only appears when needed. If someone is struggling, she’ll leave protective symbols around them. Survivors have noticed that the Legion, Rin, and Sally all seem to have her markings more in their realms than others. It’s almost as if Lisa is silently guarding them…

Herman thinks he’s the intellectual leader of the group and enjoys psychoanalyzing everyone. He’s absolutely that uncle who gives you questionable advice but acts like he’s right. Surprisingly, Ji-Woon enjoys talking to him about human psychology, and Frank enjoys his complete disregard for morality. Evan, however, is constantly telling him to shut up. 

Anna fully embraces her role as the Legion’s adoptive mother (She mothers other killers too. I promise. Just mostly the Legion since they are like wild animals). She treats Susie and Joey like her own kids, scolds Frank a lot, and makes sure Julie isn’t pushing herself too hard. She’s also fiercely protective of Charlotte and Rin, seeing a bit of herself in them. If anyone threatens her family, she will not hold back. 

Bubba just wants to be loved, and he sees the killers as his second family. He’s especially close with Max and Charlotte since they understand what it’s like to be outcasts. He and Anna get along surprisingly well, bonding over their love for family. Will offer food (or questionably edible things) to anyone he considers a friend.

Nobody likes Freddy, but he’s the distant relative you can’t get rid of. He constantly teases people, especially Danny and Ji-Woon, and enjoys stirring up drama. The only reason he hasn’t been banned is because he keeps the entity entertained. 

Amanda acts like she doesn’t care, but she’ll absolutely throw hands for her found family. She and Danny are best friends. They constantly cause mischief together. She also has a soft spot for Julie and teaches her knife tricks. Despite her tough demeanor, she genuinely wants the younger killers to survive and be better than she was. 

Nobody really wants to be around Jeffery, but he sticks around anyways. Frank thinks he’s funny, and Danny sometimes listens to his awful life advice for laughs. Evan, Anna, and Sally keep him away from the younger killers as much as possible. 

Rin has trouble trusting others, but she bonds a little more easily with those that can relate to her. She sees Sally as a mentor and gets along with Lisa through their shared connection with the supernatural. She also has a sibling-like bond with Charlotte and Phillip. They understand her and her forced situation to serve the entity as a killer. 

The Legion are the chaotic but lovable younger siblings of the found family. Frank acts like he doesn’t need anyone but secretly enjoys the structure that Anna and Evan provide. Julie is the responsible ‘older sibling’ who looks up to Amanda. Susie sees Bubba and Max as big brothers. Joey follows Danny around like an annoying little brother. 

Adiris acts as a spiritual guardian to those who feel lost. She sees Lisa as an equal. She often offers Rin wisdom on how to deal with her pain, helping her find healthy ways to cope with it. She takes pity on Evan and Sally for what the entity did to them. She believes they were cursed by fate. 

Danny thrives on chaos but is surprisingly loyal. He and Amanda are a troublemaking duo, often pulling pranks or sneaking around. Michael is his idol. He often fangirls and pesters him, annoying Michael a lot. Surprisingly, Danny hasn’t been yeeted to another dimension yet. While he’s not super emotional, he secretly enjoys being part of the weird, dysfunctional killer family. 

Nobody agrees on how to treat Demo, but it’s basically the family pet. Bubba tries to feed it, Susie wants to cuddle it, and Evan begrudgingly accepts its presence. 

Kazan refuses to acknowledge any sort of familial bond outright, but he keeps a close eye on Rin from the shadows. He often leaves behind old weapons, armor, or cryptic advice for her, never admitting they’re from him. If anyone disrespects the Yamaoka name or threatens Rin, he will personally make them regret it. 

Caleb doesn’t like unnecessary chatter, but if he sees someone struggling with weapons or traps, he’ll step in and help. He mentors Max often, teaching him how to repair and customize his chainsaw. Despite his gruff demeanor, he has a soft spot for Charlotte. She reminds him of himself and all the hardships he faced growing up. 

Charlotte finds comfort in Anna’s motherly presence and has truly felt safe for the first time since she lost her mother. Victor is protective of Susie and often perches on her shoulder like a tiny, growling guard dog. Charlotte is hesitant with trusting someone, but when she does, she is incredibly loyal. She often stands near Evan and Anna in intense situations, knowing they’ll protect her and Victor. 

Ji-Woon sees himself as the ‘cool’ older brother who is always trying to impress the younger killers with his charisma and skills. He thrives on admiration but secretly enjoys the chaotic yet familial dynamic of the group, even if he won’t admit it. While he pretends to be indifferent, if someone ever insulted or threatened a ‘little sibling’ of his, he’d handle it with an unsettling calm, deadly efficiency.

[imagine--if]

A/N: My New Year's gift to you and first attempt writing for the Grishaverse because I love it so much 🐦‍⬛🖤 and of course I had to write something for Kaz first, so let me know how you like it! I'd love to open requests for the Crows and this fandom soon and work on writing up some more fanfics for my Tumblr after a bit of a hiatus 🙂 and thanks so much for 2k followers!! This is for you all <3 Also I haven't seen a single fanfic for Kuwei??!?! which is a shocker since he's actually my favourite character lmao, might have to do something about that if anyone's interested in him 😎

Wordcount: 1.2k

Backstory: You have an indenture to Hoede and the Merchant Council - maybe you're a captured Grisha? - and Kaz decides to make you an offer.

If there was any justice in the world, Kaz Brekker would get what was coming to him.

He'd heard it many times before, spat at him in fury by outwitted merchants and marks, yelled out and pointed in his face by dirty workers who thought they could best Dirtyhands himself. And he'd give them his sharp, indifferent glance with eyes the shade of bitter coffee, and simply acknowledge their words in dry sardonic amusement, because they all knew how likely that was.

Nights in the Barrel like these, with the air spiked with damp and dirty pleasure, there was barely a difference from the dim, milky shine of the moon from the edges of a dagger. All faces were set in stone, guarded and weary and greedy, and the only boy to stand out subtly amongst them was the one who beat a steady, quick rhythm with a golden crow cane, tap tap tapping on the uneven grubby cobblestone as he marched down a dusky sidestreet.

He knew that the scheming gangs of Ketterdam led by anxious money-grabbing leaders and corrupt members of the Merchant Council would try to send someone out to keep tabs on him. It just so happened that it was you.

A new face to the dirty streets of the Barrel, admittedly a pretty one, who somehow looked completely out of place but blended in perfectly amongst the other innocent thrill-seeking tourists of the town, big eyes and a sweet smile, that made Kaz himself falter for a moment, his eyes lingering on you in a sceptical, bemused hint of interest.

"Here's your choices," were the boy's first words to you, eyes cool and barely blinking, one dark brow raised ever so slightly in keen, languid awareness.

He had led you straight to the Crow Club, a place teeming with pigeons looking for a quick win over cards - where you'd seen a tall young Zemini man with a cheeky grin and curious eyes open his mouth to chat you up, before Kaz had shot him a glare colder than ice - the faint metallic scent of kruge and alcohol in the air as he strode purposefully up to his office with you following behind in bemusement.

The noises of gamblers jeering and coins clattering and tinkering fell into a muffled hum when Kaz pushed the door to a close behind you, limping behind his desk and fixing you with that cold, unwavering look. He couldn't have been older than seventeen, with brown locks slicked back in one short swoop, a jutting chin and a watchful glare that gave nothing away. But at that moment, those eyes seemed to bore straight into yours, reading you inside out, analysing and directing you in unbridled, uncaring curiosity.

"I know you're working for Hoede. Don't give me that look. No one sold you out, if that's what you're worrying about. But I know."

You had blinked, blankly, gazing back at him in pure wonder and confusion, trying to get beyond that face of stoicism and detachment, one that could very well be a mask, if he hadn't worn it every second Dirtyhands gained his infamous reputation. He was simply what the city made him. He was Kaz Brekker.

"Know?" You'd repeated after a lingering moment of uncertainty, your eyes flitting his unchanging expression. "Hoede?"

Kaz had almost smiled then, a small amused flicker at the corner of his lips, a pull of a slight smirk that had given up before it'd started.

"I haven't figured that part out just yet," he continued dryly. "That pretty innocence. Big eyes, soft words and sweet smiles. Either you're incredibly naïve or an incredibly impressive actor. Still, I'll take the puzzle."

"The puzzle?"

"I love puzzles. Trickery is just my native tongue."

You'd blinked again, the blankness morphing to growing bewildered curiosity and slight doubtfulness. "Are you going to turn me in?"

"To who?" Kaz questioned in an unimpressed drawl, his brow raising further with a soft scoff. "The stadwatch?"

Maybe not.

"Kill me?" You tried again uneasily, your gaze intently following his movements and plain expression for any pointers or hints. You dared not to take a fleeting glance to any windows or possibly cracks to dart to and make a quick escape - this was Brekker's turf now, streets he knew like the back of his hand, and had a whole gang working for him in the palm of his hand to boot.

"An idea," he acknowledged plainly, not a flicker of unease written in his features as he mused aloud, nodding slightly to himself. "A neat one, at that. There are plenty of places a pretty young thing could go missing in these parts, and as new as you are, I doubt anyone would be eager to go tracking down your name with dogs and blazing torches."

You thought better to respond to his words, biting the inside of your lip gently and shifting where you stood by his desk uncomfortably instead.

"How much is your indenture?"

You'd hesitated for another long moment at his question, that same uncertainty rising up in your gut again. Kaz caught on before you'd even felt it, and shrugged with a light huff, sitting down behind his desk heavily.

"I'll pay it off," he stated bluntly, shark's eyes meeting yours again. "All of it. Every penny. Consider it my deposit."

The air left your lungs at his words in a hot rush of awe and confusion. I'll pay it off. Every penny. You could be free of the Merchant Council's tight grip, of being a possession of Councilman Hoede's, and go back home-

Deposit.

"Deposit for what?" You asked after the realisation of his words dawned on you, a small frown tugging at your brows in mild apprehension.

"I need a face like yours," Kaz responded easily, staring up at you in scrutinising interest, "a pretty, clean new face, to go cast the line for my marks, and reel them in. You're unsuspecting, you know that already. A sweet, pretty thing."

He'd said pretty three times now.

"Fahey will show you the ropes," he continued simply, his attention wandering now he knew he'd caught yours. "I'll make you a Crow yet. I can't think of a better investment. Can you?"

There were a million answers you may well have wanted to give him in argument, but you couldn't. You just couldn't. It was either a new chapter with these Crows and their Bastard of the Barrel, or skulking back to Hoede with your tail between his legs, and double the interest on your indenture once he'd known you'd failed in being his little lapdog, sniffing for clues about the dirtiest dealers in the dark corners of Ketterdam.

"There's a spare room just behind the ladder to the attic," Kaz answered for you in his rocksalt rasp, leaning back in his chair as he rested his golden cane to stand against his desk, the little crow's beak pointing down at the sleek hardwood surface. "Don't bother getting any things you had before at whatever lodgings Hoede directed you to, you won't be going back. You'll get new gear, maybe a new name. Just don't change that face. Or that mind. I'll need it for what comes next."

"And what comes next?" you found your voice after processing his instructions, your former trepidation subsiding and softening into a newfound wonder.

A mirror of his earlier smirk returned to tug at his thin lips, dark eyes peering back up at you, studying relaxed into contented observing.

"Tell me what you know about a Pekka Rollins."

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just realised i set myself up for part two 🫣

[starshipsofstarlord]

fahey!reader x kaz brekker dating headcanons

warnings. mentions of touch aversion, gambling, crime (blackmail etc), fluff (0.8k)

divider credits. @cafekitsune

the two of you met from afar and wordlessly when you stormed into the crow club, determined to find your gambling addict of a brother, jesper

you were furious, that your sibling did not think with his head, and instead with his pockets

your father colm had entrusted jesper to look after you when you both moved to ketterdam to attend university. the only thing was, that you were the only one of the two of you to continue with your education

kaz had eyes everywhere. the ruckus that you caused whilst scolding jesper drew attention, and of course the bastard of the barrel was alerted to it

there were no secrets between you and jesper, and so you were aware of his position in the dregs. he too was not clueless to your occasional penny pinching

but before kaz could intrude, you had already hauled jesper up and out of the gambling den

dirtyhands’ interest had been peaked. he knew that jesper had a sister, despite him not sharing that fact, but he had never seen you in the flesh

a job came up several weeks later, requiring two fabrikators - kaz had a suspicion that much like your brother you possessed that skillset (not much talent or training was required, hence why no time was wasted to find somebody more adverse in their talents)

instead of asking jesper to enquire after your grisha abilities, he found you himself, which was not difficult

his cane tapped against the cobble pavings as he set out to find you, alerting you to his presence

you were not naive, you knew of whom kaz brekker was. everyone with a will to live or not get swindled did

“mister brekker.”

“y/n fahey.”

they were the first words that you spoke to one another, the start of a business transaction that would set you both on an unexpected path together

jesper was simply not happy. he did not want you to be a pawn at risk on a heist

but you ignored your brother’s qualms, going along with the plan despite his disapproval of it

the plan that kaz had conducted had been thoroughly successful, and kaz found himself seeking your aid on other jobs

jesper was suspicious as to why, as most did not require your aid, although you had been useful

he had half a mind to tell your father, but refrained from doing so, knowing that you would be pulled out of university and forced to return home

kaz began to escort you back to your dorm after late classes and evening library visits. it was very gentleman-like

you rather enjoyed spending time with kaz, he did not appear as cold and orderly as people spoke him to be

he began to bring you gifts, nothing that would appear as lavish, they were just sweet sentiments that brought a smile to your face. like flowers, and chocolates and study books that you needed

although he did not accustom to sharing any physical towards the beginning, he began to hold your hand whilst wearing his gloves, when the two of you would go on midnight walks to the harbour

it became a routine for the pair of you

on one night, when the moon was full and the strange quietness of the docks surrounded you, kaz asked for your partnership in more than just crime - a relationship

you kept your newly adjourned relationship private, a secret so that the gangs that opposed the dregs would not use your life as a threat

that did not mean that the crows had not began to be suspicious though - especially jesper

they would watch you like, well like crows as a matter of fact

jesper asked inej for help; he had even gone to your dorm to find you, but you had not been there, which was unusual

his suspicions arose further when he heard kaz leave the slat, and that was when the sharp shooter set the wraith on his heels

the news that inej returned back with left jesper in shock, he was unsure on how to react. he almost felt betrayed by both you and kaz

he was not sure on how to confront the pair of you, but it turned out that he did not have to

all was revealed on its own, as a scream erupted through the slat. no doubt, the sound belonging to none other than nina zenik

the crows ran towards the ruckus, prepared to stand their ground, only to discover… you and kaz cuddling?

it was a shock to most of them, apart from inej and jesper

“you are not allowed to drag me from the table this time.” jesper said, always having an ulterior motive when it came to holding information

blackmail, it was no stranger to the crows, even if it was against family for the right, selfish reasons

[jahayla-writes]

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okay what about freddy x wife!reader where she is also a part of the cast and they are always couple goals and everyone loves them together <3

Behind the Scenes Love : Freddy Carter x Reader

Freddy Carter x wife!reader , Freddy Carter x co-star!reader

Descr: SMAU, Reader is Freddy’s wife and part of the SaB cast and their coworkers love their relationship

Warnings: relationships dynamics including but possibly not limited to; kissing, flirting, etc.

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[semiweirdshipper]

A meme to explain how all of my slasher stories/drabbles go.

[spider-stark]

GREED IS GOD

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Summary - If Kaz Brekker insists on being a jerk to you, then why does he keep threatening the boys you like?

Warnings - fem!reader, toxic, subtle power dynamic, kaz being emotionally constipated, could deviate from canon, based more on book!kaz than show, !minors dni 18+!

Word Count - 2.2k

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“You had no fucking right, Brekker!” 

The words tear straight from your throat, rageful as you swing open the door to one of the Crow Club’s private gambling parlors. Inside, several heads snap to where you’re looming in the doorway. Some of them wear baffled looks, unsettled by the violence of your intrusion, while others look as if they’re holding in a cheeky laugh behind tight lips.

You’re not sure what they find so funny, whether it’s the prospect of Kaz Brekker getting his ass handed to him by a girl or something to your expense.

The grunts—about ten of them, in total—sit around a black poker table, the center of which is lavishly adorned with the striking silhouette of a crow, styled in sleek, bloody crimson. At its head is Dirtyhands himself, his elbows digging into the bolstered edge, leather-clad fingers pressed together in a stiff steeple. 

His eyes slide to yours, cold and detached. 

Your chest locks, lungs constricting around a breath. 

“I assume you’ve all been introduced,” Kaz rasps, a terse nod in your direction, “to the Dregs dearest asset and resident instigator.” 

There’s a snort or two, but no laughter. No one can ever tell when Kaz Brekker is making a joke, and as such, it’s best to never laugh at him. 

In the main hall behind you, the Crow Club’s usual clamor seems to grow, low-lives and thugs barking over games of Blackjack and Craps. It’s loud and obnoxious, a rival to the incessant pounding in your head, your blood turned to an erratic rush in your ears. 

It hits you this might’ve been a bad idea. 

Then—like an idiot—you choose to double-down. 

“You had no right.” The words catch in your teeth, serrated on the way out. You point at him. “You over-fucking-stepped, Brekker!” 

It’s a domino effect, the low snicker of one grunt setting off the next until they’re all laughing at you, chortling like a bunch of rowdy pigs. Your fingers curl, rage smarting—but then there’s embarrassment, too, red hot as it crawls up your neck. 

Why is it that a man's anger earns restraint, but a woman’s is entertainment? 

Before you think to find the answer in the way Jesper would—by drawing the pistol at your hip and shooting a Saintsdamned hole in the ceiling—Kaz lifts a commanding hand. 

“Shut up. All of you.” 

Kaz doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. 

The grunts fall into a wary silence. Kaz’s glower drags around the table, marking each face. The men start shifting in their seats like the cushions have been set on fire, but they’re too afraid to stand up. 

“Get out.” 

Chairs screech back. Cheap boots scuff against polished floors, the grunts shuffling toward you in a disorganized heap. You suck in a breath, turning sideways to let them file out past you. They avoid your gaze—not because they’re scared of you, of course, but because Dirtyhands had already snapped their leash once tonight. 

When the last grunt skulks out, Kaz gives you an order, too. 

“Close the door.”

And damn if your feet don’t obey, so used to blind obedience that you immediately step into the parlor and do as he bids, a palm pressed flat to the door's glossy-black paint, feeling it in your bones when it clicks shut. 

The air shifts. 

A lump forms in your throat. The sensation of a noose getting tighter, tighter—the persistent, strangling fear of a child who knows they’re about to be scolded, who's still innocent enough to wonder if maybe, just maybe, they can escape it by crawling under their bed, by keeping their back turned. 

But you’re not a child. And this isn’t your fault. 

You turn around. 

“Do you know what keeps men in line?” Kaz asks, giving you no time to answer before he continues, “I’ll give you a hint. It’s not respect. Not loyalty, either. So what is it? What keeps a gang from going off the deep end, from turning order into chaos?” 

You swallow. Try to feign nonchalance. “I don’t know, Brekker. The enduring power of friendship?” 

Kaz doesn’t so much as blink. 

“Fear,” he answers simply, firmly. “Fear keeps them in line. Fear of consequence, fear of uncertainty—” he leans slightly forward, gaze unnervingly intense—“fear of me. And do you know what jeopardizes that fear?” 

Your skin feels tight. “Me?” 

An irked, tight-lipped smile. “Exactly. You.” 

Kaz relaxes back into his chair, and it strikes you how he almost looks like a fixture of the room—his dark, austere style blending seamlessly with the parlor’s imposing black-and-crimson decor. Or maybe that’s not right. Maybe it’s the other way around—the parlor, the Crow Club itself, exists merely as an extension of Kaz. It’s his blood woven into the crow’s silhouette, the blackness of his soul that paints the walls. 

A tired, gloved hand combs through his slicked hair. Pink lips part with a sigh that feels purposeful. “So. Next time you want to act all big and make a fool of yourself, give me enough time to clear the room, hm? That way, I don’t have to deal with men getting it in their heads that they can talk back to me all because you do it without losing your tongue. Understood?” 

You suck on a tooth, glancing off to one side. It takes a minute for words to find you, and when they finally do, they spill out in a frustrated heap. “Raske told me about Leon,” you tell him, more an accusation than a statement. 

Images flash in your mind, the spattered freckles and gap-toothed smile of the dealer you’d gotten sweet with. 

The dealer that, as of a few days ago, disappeared from the Crow Club without a trace. 

“What,” you press, brows lifting expectantly, “you’re not even gonna say anything? Deny it, even?” 

His expression is one of perfect neutrality. Still, the tiniest hint of satisfaction slinks into his tone. “I’m not sure why you’re so upset,” he tells you, almost patronizing. “Did Raske not tell you everything? I was quite gracious, all things considered. He even convinced me to let Leon keep his tongue.” 

A scoff pushes from your lungs, frustration bubbling into childish fury. It takes all your restraint to keep from stomping your foot at him. 

“You broke his hand, Kaz!” 

He looks offended. “I broke both of his hands,” he corrects you, the distinction incredibly important. “Leon should consider himself lucky I didn’t take a finger for all the times he’s been caught skimming. So long as the bones heal, he should relearn his shuffle just fine.” 

But you’re no fool. The bones won’t heal. Not properly. 

Leon will never deal again. You’ll never see him. And Kaz… 

Kaz wins. 

“Leon isn’t a skimmer,” you defend, a bitter growl as you stomp for the poker table. You stop opposite him, palms pressed flat to the felt-top as you hold his stare. “And even if he was,” your voice cracks, “we both know that wasn’t your reason, Brekker.” 

Kaz lifts his chin, the muscles in his shoulders tensing in a slight, barely perceptible shift. “Oh?” 

You count on your fingers. “Leon. Junip. Teller.” 

Each name tastes acidic in your mouth, cheeks burning with the memory of friends and almost-lovers, boys with nothing more than the misluck of smiling at you in a place where Dirtyhands could see. 

“Kerrigan, Donni.” Your voice climbs, “Mikael, Alyn!” 

How many have been punished? Made to pay for fallacies at the cost of shattered bone or cut-off digits? And why, why is it that anytime you seek happiness, Dirtyhands comes to tear it away? 

“Do I need to keep going?” you finally spit. “Or have I painted well enough for you to get the picture, Brekker?” 

He nods, dusting a speck of lint from his suit coat. “Oh, you’ve painted plenty well enough. This is becoming an epidemic, isn’t it? Parents giving their children such stupid names.” A harsh shadow flickers across his face. “Or was the point simply that you get around?” 

The words land like a blow—and you falter with the impact. 

Your stare drops, nails scraping against the felt-top. “This isn’t fair,” you mutter, head shaking. 

“What isn’t?” 

“This!” 

It’s an exasperated breath, an explosion that wracks through your body. You shove back from the table. Kaz sits straight, a line between his brows. 

“I do my job, Kaz!” 

“As is expected.” 

“I do more than my job!” you argue. “I do everything you ask!” 

“Good.” 

“I scale every rooftop, climb through every window, gather dirt on every fucking rat in this absolute sewer of a city!” 

His head tilts, antagonizing, “As does Inej.” 

You jab a finger to your chest. “I helped you steal a DeKappel!” you hiss, careful not to speak too loud of the one-hundred-thousand kruge painting you’d nabbed from Van Eck. “A fucking DeKappel, Kaz!” 

A sigh slips from his nose. Two leather-clad fingers press to his temple, rubbing in circles as if to soothe some budding ache. “Could we speed this along?” he asks. “I’m a busy man, and dealing with Leon took precious time out of my–” 

“Why?” Your voice is wretched, desperation lashing with every syllable. “Why is it never enough? Why can’t I have one, just one thing outside of my obligations to you? One thing to make me happy, one thing to-” 

His hands brace the table, shoving to his feet so quickly the chair screeches from underneath him, clattering back onto the ground. “Because it makes you weak,” he snarls, low and threatening. “It distracts you.” 

Bullshit. You audibly call bullshit. 

Then something snaps. 

Kaz slams a fist against the table, hard and loud enough to make you jolt. He won’t look at you. “Because,” he starts, pained as if the words have to slash and claw up his throat, “it distracts me.” 

Everything. 

Your wretched feelings, your childish fury, your anger for Leon. 

It all fizzles into something static. 

“It… what?” 

“You heard me.” 

You blink. Once. Twice. 

A third time for good measure. 

“Well—I did, but… Why?” 

Kaz sucks a breath deep into his lungs. Low, to himself, he admits, “Because Inej was right.” Dark eyes look up. “I am selfish and violent. Hungry to the point I feel it in my bones. Greed is my god,” he rasps, wavering, “and you, you are my altar.” 

Oh. 

You take a step back, nearly stumbling over your own feet. “Sorry, I…” a breathy, humorless laugh. “What do you… what does that mean, exactly?” 

Fucking hyperbole. 

A gloved hand rakes through his hair. “That I want,” he starts, only to trail off. 

But then the words settle. Become their own sentence. 

“I want.” You’ve never heard Kaz this desperate. Never seen his eyes this soft, this hazy with apprehension. “It’s abhorrent and I’ve tried to stop, but I can’t. I can’t stop wanting,” a pause, a space left for the word he can’t quite form. You. You, you, you. 

There’s a moment. 

Silent consideration, internal debate. 

Kaz is a monster, one part of you argues. He doesn’t think before he speaks, shatters the bones of any boy you bat eyes at. 

Kaz is a shield, whispers the other. He’ll dismiss a room on your behalf, threaten the lives of any who might hurt you. 

There’s a moment. 

Then, all at once, there’s motion—glorius, frantic, thoughtless motion. The scuff of your boots across the floor; the shocked catch of his breath; the feel of stiff fabric bunched between your fingers, pulling him closer closer closer by his lapels, brow furrowing when his head turns to dodge your lips. 

Gloved hands settle on your waist, the electrifying feel of cool leather brushing bare skin, shirt lifting as Kaz pushes you backwards, up onto the poker table. 

“I can’t,” he struggles. But your legs tighten around his waist, core pressed to the growing bulge in his trousers, and hips seem to meet yours to the tempo of Oh, but I want to. Saints, I want to.

“I can’t,” it's a pant, a moan, his head shaking, dark eyes fluttering, “I can’t be what you deserve.” 

“Then be what I want,” you beg, “be what I need.” 

Your palms lay flat against his chest, slowly drifting up toward the smooth nape of his neck. Your fingertips barely graze the warmth of his skin before a leather-clad hand snaps from your waist, roughly taking hold of both your wrists. 

“No,” he almost chokes, desire held back by fearful restraint. “Not yet.”

His grip loosens—trusting you to obey, to let him set the pace.

And he does.

Nimble fingers are already sliding your pistol from the holster at your hip, sliding it across the table before setting to work on your trousers, fiddling with the flimsy closures before tugging them down, bearing witness to the parts of you he’d only ever seen in dreams. 

Not yet, you think, hot and desperate, cool leather grazing against sensitive skin. But eventually, inevitably. 

Perhaps greed is your god, too. 

a/n - yeah, idk guys? i guess i just can't write smut. the amount of times i walked up to my sister while writing this just to scream "I can't take Kaz Brekker's pants off" was alarming. alas, this exists now and maybe some of you will enjoy it! i'll give true smut another go at some point, probably will something shorter so i don't get distracted with other things lmao

anyways, would love to hear what you think (what works, what doesn't work, what you love, what you hate lmao) and thanks for reading! 

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description: everyone knew that Y/n was Kaz girl

Warning: jealous Kaz

It was funny because any possible 'suitors' for Y/n magically disappeared but no one said anything. Of course, they didn't, if they wanted to keep their lives then they wouldn't dare.

That was fine, everyone just kept to themselves and prayed to the saints that they weren't a possible threat to Dirtyhands. What frustrated the Crows is that neither Y/n nor Kaz would admit their feelings towards each other.

The Crows (for once) were all down in the crow club not planing one of their evil heists that usually mess up the world, today they were just relaxing.

Well, maybe not Kaz. Kaz never really fully relaxed, at least not with so many people around.

He saw Y/n laugh with Inej and Nina and he couldn't help the way his eyes travelled down her body or the way that he wanted to keep hearing that laugh on repeat for the rest of his life.

He also couldn't help the fact that he wanted to be the one to make her laugh like that.

Kaz sighed internally, even he knew, the bastard of the fucking barrel is head over heels for Y/n L/n. The girl who would make him dance in the rain with her, the girl who he would gladly kiss if it wasn't for his touch aversion.

She perched her head up a bit and scanned the crowd seemingly looking for something.

Or someone.

Kaz felt something boiling bubble up in his gut but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Why would Y/n be looking for someone? It better not be for a date...

Okay, maybe he did know what he was feeling at the moment because he felt it almost every day when another person was around Y/n that wasn't him.

And fuck, he knew it was because he was no good. She deserved so much more than someone who couldn't even brush his hand up against someone without getting near to a panic attack. But he couldn't, he really couldn't get out of the mood he was in now till the situation was over. Trust him he tried.

A man who was fairly good-looking comes up behind Y/n and tackle's her into a hug. He nearly goes up to stand but she starts laughing and embracing the boy like they haven't seen each other in years.

He grips onto his cane harder than he ever has in his life. Don't make a scene, don't make a scene. Please, don't make a scene.

Y/n giggles and kiss's the boy on his cheek and all his self will goes out and dies in the harbour.

He shoots up out of his seat and walks faster to Y/n and the terrible man than he should with his bad leg and slams his cane in between the two. He glares his worst glare basically seeing red when he looks at the man and all of him wants to bash his head in as an example to everyone. His mind doesn't even think it's a bad plan but he knows Y/n would not like whoever this was to die like that so he would have to somehow come up with another plan.

"If you dare look at her again you won't ever see again," Kaz says lowly and icily calm contrasting to what he's really feeling inside. Red hot rage burst's inside him becoming an ugly green that grows and infects him.

"Kaz!" Y/n semi-yells trying not to make a scene, but he was sure eyes were already on him. He was Dirtyhands after all.

He turns to her sharply knowing his expression isn't one that even a spider would want to see but it sits on his face all the same.

"What." He growls out trying so hard to not snap at the angel before him.

Without thinking his gloved hand goes to lightly touch her neck and he doesn't feel nausea and sickness. He only feels the warmth of the girl that he loves even with the gloves on. Fuck he loves her, and he had to admit it to himself right now?

She visibly shivers at his touch like she enjoyed it but her face quickly turns back to the angry one that she was wearing before.

"He's my brother!"

Now that he thinks about it he did look similar to Y/n, and the context of everything looked more sibling-like more than anything. How the hell did he not see it? He groaned on the inside, he was never doing anything without thinking it through first again. He guessed that plan was shit though because he could barely think around Y/n.

Speaking of Y/n...

The young woman growl and he feels his eyebrows raise. Oh shit. She balls her hands into fits and stomps off. He tries not to run after her but because of his leg,he can't go nearly as fast as she can and he quickly falls behind.

"Y/n!"

He gets to her room and she slams the door in his face.

Great.

He picks the lock of the door for a few minutes as he curses himself for letting her use one of the harder locks to get into. But after just under a minute he hears the familiar click and he slides open the door.

Luckily the girl is in her room and he's happy that she didn't run off right away. Though her arms are crossed around her chest and even someone standing two buildings away could tell this girl was pissed beyond hell.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" She says lowly trying not to yell at him.

He wasn't thinking, all he could see were his arms around her and her lips on his cheek. Kaz was surprised he managed a sentence when he decided to make a 'scene'

"I haven't seen him in years! Kaz, years! All I wanted was a happy reunion but you had to screw that up too!" She throws her hands in the air in exasperation.

Kaz knew that she wasn't planning on staying in Ketterdam at first and he didn't even know why she did stay, but his friends (or the closest people he could call friends) told him it was because of him. Brushing off that topic before was easy, but now look where it got them.

"I wasn't thinking." He finally finds the right words and breaks the silence that was washing over them both.

Don't screw this up Brekker.

"I didn't think he was your brother."

"So what? I was just another investment you had to protect because you thought I was stupid." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. He swallowed trying to find the right words. But he couldn't, there were just no words how he could describe how he feels for her.

So show her dumbass.

Slowly taking off his gloves he place's a hand on her cheek. It's feather-light and barely there, but he doesn't feel the cold or the waves and he doesn't feel like he's drowning. Her skin feels warm and it makes him feel alive, he hasn't felt like that in what seems like forever.

"Oh." Is the only thing that comes out of her mouth and she smiles a bit?

He rolls his eyes at her and takes his hand away. "Ya, oh." He rasps.

Y/n reaches out and carefully takes his left hand in hers and slowly but surely they intertwine their hands together.

Her smile slowly fades away as she looks at their hands.

"What are we?" The question hangs in the air creating more space in between them than ever before. Kaz close's his eyes for a second and lets that hungry feeling wash over him. The feeling of jealousy and the feeling of possessiveness when he thought she was with another man.

But then he lets the little moments warp him in their warm embrace. The moments when she offhandedly mentioned that what her favourite flower was, so then those flowers would just appear in her room. Or when she saved him and he couldn't think of any moment where she looked more beautiful, more saint-like, more like herself than ever. He sucks in those moments never letting them go.

"You are mine." His other hand goes to her neck again. "And I am yours." He lets his eyes rake her body committing every single little detail to memory and he sees her blush faintly a bit as he drinks her in.

They stand there in silence just enjoying each other's presence till Y/n looks un at looked more beautiful, more saint-like, more like herself than ever. He sucks in those moments never letting them go.

"You are mine." His other hand goes to her neck again. "And I am yours." He lets his eyes rake her body committing every single little detail to memory and he sees her blush faintly a bit as he drinks her in.

They stand there in silence just enjoying each other's presence till Y/n looks up at him an oh shit look in her eyes.

"How the hell are we going to explain this to my brother!?"

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Love of a Lifetime : Freddy Carter x Reader Wedding Day & Ceremony

Desc: 4.5k wc, depicting Freddy and y/n’s experiences during their wedding day and the ceremony. Includes getting ready, first look, photos, and the ceremony, etc. Fluff.

Warnings: few curses, Freddy being so lovely it hurts

Notes: y/m/o/h - y/n’s maid of honor, f/b/m -Freddy’s best man, y/b/m/#- one of y/n’s bridesmaids.

Y/n laughed as her maid of honor stifled a yawn while the pair walked into the venue. It wasn’t that early. But she knew y/m/o/h was up late ensuring everything was ready for today. Despite y/n’s offers to help, y/m/o/h had shooed her off to bed and handled it herself. As such, y/n was fully rested and truly eager to start the day. And, while she was a bit sleepy, y/m/o/h wore a smile that matched y/n’s as they made their way to the bridal suite. Y/n’s fingers danced freely along the walls as she blissfully walked to the door that had “Future Mrs. Carter” written on it in bold decorative cursive. With an excited breath, she turned the handle and opened the door to the bridal suite. “y/m/o/h, oh my gosh,” she grinned, “this looks incredible”.

The bridal suite was fully decorated last night during the rehearsal, but y/n wasn’t to see it till today. Y/m/o/h had decorated the room beautifully, fresh flowers filled vases all around and even the miscellaneous items having belonged to the room were tucked away neatly. The colors for her and Freddy’s wedding scheme coated the room effortlessly. On the long makeup table were the gift bags for each bridesmaid, their matching robes hanging above their respective bags on a hanger with the bridesmaid’s name on it as they hung from the light bar above.

“I’m glad you like it,” y/m/o/h grinned proudly. “I was thinking, this is where you could sit,” she stated, pointing towards a corner of the room where y/n would be able to see everyone. “And, if you needed a moment to yourself,” she added, pulling out a decorative room divider from against the wall, “voilà!”.

Y/n hugged y/m/o/h tightly, “it’s perfect, thank you!” She grinned as she pulled back and began to venture through the room be spending a good portion of her day in. “I love it, and I love you,” she exclaimed, spinning back to her best friend.

“Okay, so now that all the stuff we need to get ready is inside,” y/m/o/h said, setting down the last tote. “I’m going to see if the caterer is here with breakfast and make sure they’ve got everything they need for tonight,” she added before slipping back out into the hall.

“Ahhh!” Y/b/m/1 cheered as she stepped past y/m/o/h as she exited. “I’m so exited for you!” She greeted, skipping over to y/n with a grin.

“Thank you,” y/n beamed happily. “So am I,” she giggled, moving closer to give y/b/m/1 a hug. “Oh, here’s your bag,” she explained, reaching over and pulling the bag with y/b/m/1’s name on it to them. “Your robe is hanging up,” she added with a point towards the makeup table.

“This is so cute! You’re the sweetest, I’m going to go change into my robe now!” Y/b/m/1 cheered. “Actually, no! I should probably bring my dress in from the car first,” she laughed. “Speaking of, where should I put my dress?” Y/b/m/1 questioned.

“Oh, here,” y/n instructed as she gestured for her bridesmaid to follow. She walked into the attached bathroom and pointed towards the bar that hung across the back wall. “I figure we can hang them here next to mine,” she said, her lips curling up as her eyes caught sight of her wedding dress.

“This is so good,” y/b/m/2 hummed as she ate a breakfast croissant with her eyes closed. “Thank you for getting us breakfast,” she added between bites, “you’re fantastic”.

Y/n giggled and shook her head. “It’s nothing, I figure you guys are all here for me today and it’s early so you deserve breakfast,” she explained with a shrug. “Speaking of, what time is it?” She asked as she faced y/m/o/h.

Y/m/o/h looked at her watch as she set her drink aside. “Quarter to eleven,” she answered.

“Freddy and his groomsmen should be here soon,” y/n pointed out. “Can someone ensure their room is ready and the caterers have their brunches ready too?” She asked as she mentally went through the task list and schedule for the day.

“Already done,” y/m/o/h promised. “The gift bags are in place, the room is ready, and Alex with catering will be bringing the food in one the boys get settled,” she informed y/n.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief as she relaxed into the cushioned couch behind her.

“I’ve got it covered, so just try and relax,” y/m/o/h teased lovingly. “All you gotta do is sit there and look pretty until it’s time to marry the love of your life,” she winked.

“Yeah,” y/n murmured dazedly as she pictured herself staring down the aisle to where her soon-to-be husband would be waiting in a few hours.

Freddy grinned as his mates thanked him and y/n (in spirit) for their groomsmen gifts. He pulled his phone from his pocket to check his messages. He and y/n had texted each other good morning but had otherwise planned on staying off their phones today unless one of them needed something.

“Ahhh ah,” Freddy’s oldest brother Tommy scolded playfully as he quickly snatched Freddy’s phone from him.

Freddy chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I was just making sure she was doing alright,” he defended, hands held up before him in dramatic surrender.

“I’ll go check on your bride,” Lewis, one of Freddy’s best mates and one of his groomsmen offered. He stood up from his seat and walked to the door, patting Freddy on the shoulder supportively. “Anything else you want me to pass along or anything I should bring back with me?”

“A kiiisss,” Freddy’s other groomsman, Thomas, taunted in a sing-songy voice.

Freddy groaned comically and rolled his eyes, “Fuck off”. He turned to Lewis as the men laughed at the banter. “No, just see if she needs anything or if there’s anything I would do to help get the venue ready,” he answered. “Oh, and give her this,” Freddy added, pulling a note from his pocket.

Y/n leaned back from her makeup artist’s brush as a knock echoed through the room. She gazed around and saw all of her bridesmaids were already present and getting their own hair and makeup done. With a raised brow, she went to stand, only for y/m/o/h to hold out her hand to stop her.

“I’ve got it,” y/m/o/h stated with a smile. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as another knock rang through the door. “Who is it? If it’s Freddy, you know you can’t be here,” she prematurely scolded, causing the room to erupt in laughter.

“Hey,” y/n tsked, “if it is him, he probably needs something, be nice!”

Y/m/o/h squinted at the door as she slowly cracked it open, being sure to not allow the person outside of it see y/n yet. “Oh,” she said letting out a sigh as she saw it wasn’t Freddy. “It’s you, alright,” she relaxed, opening the door a bit more.

Lewis chuckled and nodded. “Is y/n in?”

“Duh,” y/m/o/h joked.

“Can I speak with her?” Lewis clarified.

Y/m/o/h dramatically made a show of looking around Lewis and into the hallway as if thinking Freddy was possibly secretly hiding out in order to pounce once the door was opened fully. “Alright,” she hummed, standing straight, “I’ll allow it”.

Y/n laughed loudly and excused herself from her makeup area as she moved towards the door as Lewis made his way in.

Lewis smiled softly at y/n as he made eye contact with her. “You look beautiful,” he complimented sweetly.

Y/n bit her lip and laughed lightly, “I’ve barely started my makeup and I’m in a robe”. “But, thank you,” she smiled. “Is Freddy alright?”

Lewis nodded quickly to assuage her. “Yes, he’s great, he just wanted me to check in and see how you were doing,” he explained, arms held behind his back.

Y/n smiled and shook her head softly. “You can assure him I’m doing great as well,” she hummed.

Lewis nodded. “He also asked me to see if there was anything he, or we, needed to or could do to help,” he added. “He has looked over the list of things you guys created earlier, and they’re all done, but he wants to be sure nothing else came up”.

Y/n yet again so her head in loving disbelief over her sweet fiancé’s efforts. She looked over at y/m/o/h for a proper answer.

“If he wants, I could use someone to double check that seating didn’t get messed up between last night and now,” y/m/o/h said, nodding towards the window that overlooked the room below where the ceremony would be held. “Oh, and to bring in the extra order of ice that should arrive in the next twenty minutes”.

Lewis nodded, “noted”. “Lastly,” he grinned and pulled out the piece of paper Freddy had given him, “he wanted me to give you this.”

Y/n bashfully took the paper from Lewis as she whispered a soft thank you. Her thumbs rubbed over the folded paper softly as y/m/o/h escorted Lewis back out. Once the door was shut, she slowly made her way back to her makeup chair and began to unfold the note. Her eyes glistened as she read Freddy’s loving words. She smiled widely to herself as she gently folded up the note and passed it to y/m/o/h, “can you..-”.

“I’ll put it in the keepsake box,” y/m/o/h nodded knowingly as she softly pulled the note from y/n’s hand with a grin. She of course wanted to know what it said. But she knew the couple liked to keep such things private and she respected that. She tried to not giggle as she felt y/n’s eyes on her up until the note was safely placed in the designated box.

Y/n’s eyes were closed as her makeup artist began working on her face, but she had a smile on her lips as she listened to her friends getting ready beside her and giggling. Her smile grew as she thought of the reason they were all here today. She was getting married. To Freddy. To the only man she could ever have imagined spending the rest of her life with. To her soulmate.

“Are you okay?” Y/m/a asked, her brush paused and lingering over y/n’s skin upon noticing a few tears roll down her face.

“Ye-yeah, sorry,” y/n mumbled, dabbing her eyes with her fingers carefully.

“Y/n?” Y/b/m/3 questioned worryingly as she slowly made her way over to her friend.

Y/n chuckled bashfully and shook her head. Before she could find the words to explain why she was crying, y/m/o/h found them for her.

“She’s just really happy,” y/m/o/h interpreted, knowing the bride like the back of her hand. “She’s ridiculously in love with her groom,” she hummed, walking over and squeezing y/n’s hand lovingly. “If the groom was anyone other than Freddy, I’d be worried they didn’t deserve her and such deep love from her,” she said sweetly with as shake of her head, “but you two are meant for each other”.

“You.. you should say that,” y/n whispered in a quiet plea.

Y/m/o/h teasingly raised her left eyebrow, “I just did”.

Y/n giggled loudly and shook her head, “shut up!” She rolled her eyes and said, “I meant tonight, during the toasts, Freddy deserves to hear it”. She smiled at the thought, knowing just how much it would mean to him to have someone so close to and protective of y/n say he was worthy of her.

“I think I can find a way to work it into my amazing speech,” y/m/o/h winked.

“Hold still mate,” Charlie groaned as he playfully glared at his younger brother. When Freddy gave him a bashful look, Charlie chuckled and shook his head. “A bit eager, are we?” He teased as he adjusted Freddy’s bow tie.

Freddy’s cheeks flushed as he bit his bottom lip. “Excited,” he corrected with a grin.

“Bloody excited,” Freddy’s groomsman Thomas smirked.

Freddy merely nodded in agreement, his grin growing. He faced the mirror and straightened his tux jacket needlessly. He gave himself a glance over and hummed in acceptance. He was now ready. Well, he was physically ready now. He had been ready to marry y/n for a long time now.

“Y/n, he could see you,” y/m/o/h reminded the bride with a sympathetic sigh. The girl had been cooped up all day in the bridal suite. It made sense she wanted to step out for a moment.

Y/n shrugged. Freddy wouldn’t care. “I wanna see everything before it truly starts,” she explained, “besides, my dress isn’t on yet”. She tightened her robe as she stepped out into the hallway. She neared the banister and gazed out at the venue. Her lips curled upwards as she leaned against the railing. Her eyes found her fiancé as he and Lewis adjusted a few of the chairs surrounding the aisle. She bit her lip as her grin grew uncontrollably. He looked so handsome. And the smile plastered on his face made her heart flutter. She allowed herself another few seconds but stepped back from the edge when he began to turn in her direction. She grinned mindlessly as she began to make her way back to her bridal suite. Her face heated up quickly as she noticed the photographer that had been documenting her and her bridal party getting ready had followed her out and had been taking photos of her dreamily gazing at her soon-to-be husband. Her bridesmaids were also now surrounding her with smug but loving expressions as they too watched her. She giggled bashfully as she wordlessly walked back to the bridal suite to finish getting ready.

“Mate?” Lewis asked, tapping Freddy’s shoulder upon the man suddenly freezing as he looked up to the floor above them.

“Sorry,” Freddy chuckled, shaking his head to clear his mind as he turned back to the task at hand. Although, to be fair, the chairs were already fine. There were a few stray edges to some of the ribbons on the chairs at the edges of the aisle though that he was thoughtfully tidying up. Today would be perfect. He wanted it to be and y/n deserved for it to be. So anything he could do today to help ensure that it was flawless, he was happy to do. Besides, it gave him something to do as he waited to be able to finally see his bride. Which he obviously needed given what Lewis had just caught him doing.

“What was happenin’?” Lewis chuckled, tilting his head to the side in question. He looked between Freddy, who was now trimming the occasional frayed edges of the ribbons again, and the balcony above that held the bridal and groom’s suites (as well as whatever other rooms the venue typically held). He noticed the crimson color on Freddy’s cheeks was far too deep to be caused solely from him being slightly bent down.

Freddy’s eyes narrowed analytically as he used the tiny pair of scissors to correct the ribbon edges. Once done, he bit his lip as he stood upright. “I.. uhh…,” he mumbled shyly.

“Mhm?” Lewis encouraged.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Freddy confessed, never having found the words to describe the way he always seemed to know when y/n was nearby. He could just feel her comforting presence. “I thought y/n was there,” he chuckled, shaking his head at himself.

“I mean, she is mate,” Lewis acknowledged, nodding his head towards the bridal suite door. “She’s right in there Freddy,” he laughed lightly.

“Obviously,” Freddy laughed as he rolled his eyes at his friend. “I thought…”. He hummed and shook his head again.

“What? Did you see her? Maybe she stepped out for a moment?” Lewis suggested supportively.

Freddy shook his head. “No, I just thought I would.. I don’t know,” he laughed, “I suppose it doesn’t make sense”. He shrugged as he moved to examine the next row of chairs. “I guess I’m just a bit too impatient,” he confessed.

Lewis laughed, “well that goes without saying”.

“Fuck off,” Freddy groaned with a chuckle as he playfully smacked Lewis‘s arm.

Y/n tried not to tap her foot nervously as she waited behind Freddy. His back was to her as he waited for the approval to turn around. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. Even if she was wearing a garbage bag Freddy would still find her beautiful. But, she couldn’t help the way she held the bouquet tightly in her hands at the front of her torso as she took a silent but deep breath. Once the photographer signaled they were ready to go, she slowly began walking closer to Freddy. While he kept his back to her, she could see his hands begin to fidget as he waited.

Breathe. Freddy tried to listen to his internal monologue that had realistically been saying nothing more than to stay calm and breathe for the last few moments. Ever since Lewis and Tommy had positioned him in the hallway to wait for y/n to exit her suite and come tap him. His nervous hands smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles on his tuxedo as he tried to make sure he was fully presentable. Although he knew that y/n always found him attractive, he couldn’t help but want to impress her.

Y/n smiled to herself as she noticed Freddy’s unnecessary nervous energy. It’s time. She took one last deep breath as she gently lowered her hand to rest on just shoulder, signaling that he could turn around now. Her heart fluttered wildly as he spun around to see her.

Freddy’s head dropped as he shook his head in loving disbelief. Wow. He lifted his head so he could meet her eyes but quickly found his own filling with tears. His hand came up to rub at his face in a futile attempt to compose himself. He blindly made his way closer to her, his hand still trying to take care of the tears that were flowing down his face.

Y/n let out a relieved but silent laugh as she watched Freddy’s loving reaction. This was it. This was everything she could’ve hoped for and more. This was what she wanted. What she needed. She’d known long ago that she’d found her soulmate. But his reaction only solidified that even further. She moved her bouquet to just one hand before tenderly setting her other hand on his outer bicep lovingly.

“I’m..-,” Freddy mumbled, lowering his hand for a split second to look at y/n again. He shook his head at himself. Words. He had none. There was no way to describe the sheer joy, excitement, and pure unconditional love he felt. No way to describe how absolutely beautiful she looked. His hand quickly moved back up as he continued to tear up at the sight of her before him. His bride. His soulmate. And soon, his wife. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled with a shy laugh as he worked to compose himself.

Y/n lovingly shook her head, “shhh”. She set her hands on his tuxedo jacket where the buttons met up and rubbed gently. “You have nothing to apologize for Freddy,” she soothed with a smile. “I take it you like the dress?” She teased sweetly.

Freddy nodded, his hand leaving his face again for a moment. “I…,” he mumbled quietly, his voice cracking slightly from his tears and the emotions he was trying to control. His hand moved back up to his eyes as he once again tried to dry his face.

Y/n grinned confidently. She reached up and stroked his cheek as she moved to grab his hand that was rubbing at his eyes. “Easy, I still want you to be able to see by the end of the night,” she joked with a wink.

Freddy laughed, a grin taking over his features. He let y/n gently interlace their fingers as she lowered his hand from his face. “I’m a mess,” he confessed quietly, tears still in his eyes. “You…you’ve made me a mess,” he half-teased.

Y/n giggled, her hands roaming his chest as she ran them over his body to try and calm him. “Did I?” She asked with a grin.

Freddy nodded with a bright smile, his tears finally settling.

“Well, you’re the most fetching mess I’ve ever seen then,” y/n whispered sweetly. She smiled as Freddy practically melted at her compliment. She’d seen him in his tuxedo before, not just including today when she’d peered down at him from the balcony that was now to their right. But during his fittings as well. Nevertheless, it didn’t prevent her from being fully allured by the sight before her now.

“I.., thank you darling,” he replied softly. He reached his hand towards her cheek but stopped, uncertain if he was permitted to touch her face given her makeup and all that. But bloody hell did he want to. When she nodded in approval and tenderly helped guide his hand to her face, he hummed and let his fingers dance against her delicate skin. “I wanted to be the first one to issue a compliment,” he confessed, “but…”. He shook his head as he gazed lovingly at her, still in disbelief over how lucky he was and how radiant she was.

Y/n grinned widely, “you did, honey”. She laughed lovingly as she leaned her head into his palm. “Your reaction spoke novels,” she confessed with a bashful expression.

“I love you,” Freddy stated, “so much”.

“I love you,” she echoed happily.

“Can-… may I-..” Freddy trailed off, still struggling to remember how to form a coherent sentence.

Y/n scooted closer to her groom, a bright smile on her face. “Freddy, love, you can do whatever it is you want to do,” she assured him.

“I don’t want to mess anything up,” he confessed shyly.

“Mess what up, sweetheart?”

Freddy’s eyes scanned y/n’s whole body again. “Yo-..,” he shook his head a he chuckled lightly at himself. “You spent all morning getting ready-”

“For you,” y/n interrupted lovingly. “Freddy, this is our day,” she reminded him, “I just want you to be yourself, and do whatever feels right”. “Don’t worry about my makeup or dress or anything else, that can all be fixed, just-”

Freddy didn’t couldn’t wait for her to finish her approval. He promptly moved his hands to her waist and pulled her to him. He smiled as he felt her shake lightly as she giggled against him. He held her for a few seconds before letting her go. Even if he’d held her for an eternity it would never be enough anyways. “You’re so ravishingly gorgeous,” he murmured breathily as he pulled back to meet her gaze.

Y/n grinned widely. “I went with the more natural look,” she said, explaining her makeup choice.

They’d talked about it before now, during their months of wedding planning. And Freddy had made it clear he was happy with whatever she wanted to do for her makeup. But he couldn’t be happier that she’d chosen such a simple and natural look. She was always radiant and this just showed that. She didn’t need anything to make her more beautiful. Plus, he knew she didn’t care to wear much makeup. Yet he also knew she wanted to feel somewhat “dressed up” with her makeup done for today. This was a perfect combination that highlighted her natural beauty effortlessly. Freddy shook his head as he grinned. “I love it, it shows your innate beauty,” he confessed aloud, smiling smugly at her flustered reaction. “And your hair,” he added, reaching up to play with a few strands. “Thank you for leaving it down and natural”.

Y/n giggled and nodded, “it felt right”. She wanted to feel beautiful, but she also wanted to be comfortable and as natural/genuine as possible. It was a simple hairstyle she’d opted for, but Freddy noticing it was exactly what she’d hoped for. “I know I said no veil, but it’s actually my something borrowed,” she explained, “and I figure it’s not covering my face-“.

Freddy cut her off silently with a soft shake of his head. “It’s perfect,” he promised, “you’re perfect”.

“Mmm, thank you,” she smiled. “I had to try to make sure I looked okay standing by your side, I mean,” she paused as she stepped back, arm extended out before her in the space between them as her hand still held his. “Look at my striking fiancé,” she commented proudly, eyes scanning his body again.

Freddy’s cheeks flushed cherry pink. He gently tugged at her hand until she was back at his chest again. “You’re running laps around me, my darling,” he cooed into her ear as he wrapped her up into his arms.

“Okay, yes, just like that,” the photographer stated as Yn faintly pressed against Freddy as he leaned back against the banister railing.

Y/n let the photographer take a few photos before she instinctively wrapped her hands around his arm closest to her as she grinned at him.

Freddy’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he admired y/n with a bright smile.

“Alright, you can do as you please, I’m going to move around and get some shots,” the photographer commented as they neared the couple.

Y/n felt herself relax only for Freddy’s arms to find her lower back and pull her to him. She suppressed a surprised but happy gasp and gazed up at him. As her eyes met his insanely blue one, she melted into his hold even more. Her eyes fluttered closed as he tenderly moved some hair from her face.

Y/n spun around, a smile forming on her face upon finding Freddy already watching and waiting for her. They’d been doing the bridal party photos. They had started with the combined bridal party, both the groomsmen and bridesmaids. However, they just now finished their separate photo sessions; Freddy with his groomsmen and her with her bridesmaids. As fun, sweet, and even silly, as they were, y/n was glad to have a minute alone with Freddy once again. Their last moment alone before the ceremony. Before they were married. Freddy seemed to be thinking the same thing as he grinned at her and extended his hand for her to take.

They silently walked back to the hallway connecting the suites they’d spent their mornings in. His thumb delicately stroked her hand the whole time as he lovingly watched her closely to ensure she didn’t need any help carrying or lifting her dress as they walked.

“Finally, a moment to ourselves,” y/n commented happily, no longer feeling the cameras of the photographers or the eyes of their bridal party.

Freddy’s dimples popped as he grinned and nodded in agreement. He used his thumb to tilt her head back ever so slightly until she was gazing up at him. “I cannot wait to be able to call you my wife,” he whispered before closing his eyes and moving in for a kiss.

Y/n let out a little whine over the sweet sentiment before she too closed her eyes as his lips met hers. She cautiously moved her hands to his hair, being careful not to mess up the style he’d done before the ceremony. She felt their smiles tangle in the kiss as they cherished this moment.

As the officiant finished his welcome statements, the processional music began to play softly throughout the venue. The guests all turned their heads toward the start of the aisle as they waited for the first people to enter.

Freddy and y/n’s family elegantly made their way down the aisle and to their seats. The couple had expressed that there are no “sides” like one might typically see at a wedding. Instead, their family and other guests were encouraged to sit wherever they wished as the couple was coming together as one whole unit, not having separate families or friends. As such, their family members that walked down the aisle were partnered up according to where they chose to sit rather than broken apart between his members and hers.

Once the majority of their family had been seated, the music softly switched tunes, bringing everyone’s attention back to the start of the aisle.

Freddy stood proudly between his mum and dad as he began his walk down the aisle to the alter. He couldn’t hide the dimple-causing grin on his face if he wanted to. Not that he did, he had no problem with their guests knowing just how blissfully thrilled he was that today was happening. As the Carter trio reached the stairs to the alter, his parents took turns giving him loving embraces before they turned to take their seats.

Once Freddy was in position, the assembly of partnered up bridesmaids and groomsmen began their approach. Freddy smiled appreciatively at their bridal party, glad they were here to help him and y/n celebrate today. As y/m/o/h and Freddy’s best man made their way to the start of the aisle, Freddy felt his breath hitch slightly. They marked the end of the bridal party portion of the procession. There were only moments now until he was watching his future wife walk down the aisle to him.

F/b/m noticed the look on Freddy’s face as he made his way up the steps of the alter. He suppressed a supportive laugh as he patted his friend on the shoulder in passing.

Freddy chuckled along with their guests as they watched their flower girl twirl around at the end of the aisle before running to find her seat. The change in the music brought his gaze back to the start of the walkway, his breath stuck in his chest as he waited to catch glimpse of y/n.

Y/n consciously tried to refrain from biting her inner cheek as she watched the last of her bridal party turn the corner to enter the aisle. She would be entering by herself. And while at first she thought she’d feel empowered and knew Freddy wasn’t bothered by it, she was now somewhat self conscious about what their guests might think. But as she took her first step around the corner and onto the aisle, her eyes focused solely on Freddy. “It’s just you and I, no one else matters,” Freddy whispered as he softly kissed her cheek upon concluding their discussion about the decision for her to walk alone. Hearing his words echoing in her head as a loving reminder of what was truly important, and seeing her dashingly handsome future husband waiting for her at the end of the aisle was all it took. Her nerves were gone and all she was left with was utter pride and joy. She beamed confidently as she strolled down the aisle, her eyes never leaving Freddy’s.

Freddy tried to quietly clear his throat as he fought back the tears he could feel forming the second y/n had stepped into the aisle. He grinned at his beautiful bride as he watched her take her first steps towards him. Towards their future together. His nose wriggled lightly as he let some tears fall but tried to keep himself together at the same time. “You and me,” y/n’s words replayed in his mind from the night they’d settled on their processional details. He felt his best man tap his shoulder, but his eyes never left y/n. He blindly took the offered handkerchief from f/b/m and dabbed his eyes as he smiled widely. He quickly discarded of the item, eyes still frozen on her, by passing it back to his groomsmen. He then descended the few steps leading to the alter and took y/n’s hand in his as he helped her up the stairs to the alter.

Y/n squeezed Freddy’s hand supportively as she smiled at him. She hummed silently as they exchanged loving glances and sentiments without saying a word. This was it. This was everything.

“And now, I am happy to officially pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant declared as they glanced between the couple before them. “You may kiss the bride, if she so wishes,” they added, knowing the couples’ views on the traditional wording but also how they were wanting to keep it as classic as possible.

“I do,” y/n repeated yet again, her smile growing as Freddy grinned widely at her. She giggled lightly at Freddy’s playful expression as he moved closer to her. Freddy winked lovingly before closing his eyes. She too closed her eyes and sighed happily against his lips. “Always,” Freddy and y/n’s voices merged together in the dark as they held each other and began to doze off. Y/n opened her eyes as their lips parted and they both unashamedly grinned excessively at one another.

Freddy lifted y/n’s hand in question and when she nodded, he gently led her down the steps and down the aisle. The couple kept exchanging sweet glances with each other and whispered loving sentiments as they departed the room. Freddy squeezed y/n’s hand as he helped her walk beside him through the venue and out to the vintage car waiting outside to take them to their reception.

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