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A/N: Heyyyy... it's been a minute... soooo, I could just drop this without saying anything about my disappearance from Tumblr (I mean, I've still been active, but I haven't posted anything), but I figured I should say something. I'm fine. Life's good. I just didn't have the motivation to write. Anyways, this probably sucks ass, but here ya go.
Ro's Masterpost
WORD COUNT: 2.3k words
WARNINGS: SMUT, friends to lovers, argument/yelling, oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V (please use a condom), fingering (kinda).
You laughed while Nikolai told the story of a shared childhood memory he had recalled earlier in the day.
You had been seven years old and it was Nikolai's eighth birthday. Another noble boy, the son of a count, you believed, bullied Nikolai throughout his entire birthday party, and you had made it your sole mission to ruin the boy's life, or day at the very least.
You had actually succeeded. You had known that his parents didn't allow him to eat sweets, so you managed to convince him to have one of every pastry served at the party, of which there were quite a few, with it being a young prince's birthday party.
"The poor boy's parents were fuming when they caught him with his face covered in frosting," you cackled and Nikolai threw a pillow from your sofa, which you were both sitting on, at you, which only made you laugh harder.
"I believe they banned him from any social events for a month because of that incident." Nikolai took a small sip of his whiskey.
"I still think he deserved it."
"Oh, of course."
You settled in a comfortable silence, sipping your drinks, chuckling every few seconds. Nikolai scooted closer to you on the couch, moving the pillow he had thrown at you off your lap and next to him.
You leaned your head on his shoulder. He took a deep inhale before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you a little closer to him as he took a final sip of his whiskey. Noticing that you had also finished your drink, he took your glass and placed both yours and his on the table in front of you before settling back into you.
"For the record, I would do the same thing for you," Nikolai said, breaking the silence.
You snorted. "You have done the same thing. Remember when we were sixteen? We had just enlisted and that stupid asshole-"
You were interrupted by Nikolai's lips crashing onto yours, pulling you into a kiss. You tensed up for just a few seconds, but before you could return the kiss, he pulled away and turned his body away from you.
"Nik."
Nikolai gathered his coat from your couch and stood up, leaving your room without another word.
Your jaw dropped at the shock that he just left right after kissing you without even giving you a chance to say anything.
Nikolai avoided you for two weeks. Anytime you tried to speak to him he would walk away as if he had somewhere to be. Which, with him being a king, he very well may have had somewhere to be, but it was still rude.
Since he wouldn't come to you, you would go to him. No matter if it was the middle of the night.
You banged on his door, aggressively knocking until he finally opened the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed. "It's late. You should be sleeping."
"So should you, but you're not even dressed for bed," you slipped past him and entered his room, stopping at a small table covered in piles of documents of work and you picked one up, "and you're working."
Nikolai closed his door behind you and leaned his back against the wall. "Well, you're dressed for bed." He gestured to the robe that was wrapped around you, covering your nightgown. "Why are you here?"
You dropped the paper back on the table. "I'm here because you kissed me two weeks ago and you have been avoiding me since." He lowered his head to avoid your gaze. "I deserve an explanation."
"I shouldn't have kissed you."
You stomped over to Nikolai. "Says who?"
"Me!" He pointed to his chest. "I shouldn't have put you in that position!"
"If you had waited one more second I would have kissed you back! I was just shocked because I didn't think you returned my feelings for you!"
Nikolai shook his head. "We're not doing this."
"Why?"
He gripped your arms, not nearly enough to hurt you, and pulled your body closer to his. He lowered his lips to your ear. "Because if we start, I won't want to stop," he whispered.
"And what if I don't want you to stop?"
He pulled back from you a little, looking into your eyes. E/C eyes that showed your love for him, your desire for him, and your anger toward him for ignoring you for two weeks.
He swallowed and moved his hands from gripping your upper arms to your lower back, covered by that damn silk robe. He had seen you in it many times before and he considered each moment a blessing. It was your favorite color and it suited your body perfectly.
"Are you sure?"
You nodded. "Yes."
Now having your permission, he spun the two of you, you now pinned against the wall he was previously leaning on. He captured your lips against his, pushing you even closer to the wall while one of your hands landed on the nape of his neck, curling into the short hair there, and the other went to his upper back, pushing him closer to your body.
He obliged your hand's desire, pressing himself against you. His lips wandered from yours to your jaw, then down to your neck. You let out a sigh as you moved your head to the side to give him more access. In appreciation, he sucked a hickey into your neck.
As Nikolai kissed down your body, your hand gripped his hair. Once he was fully kneeling in front of you, he looked up into your eyes as he untied the tie of your robe. He opened the silk fabric, giving him full view of your nightgown-covered body. He pressed a kiss to your clothed hip bone and looked up at you again. "Can you please take your robe off, darling?"
You pushed the robe off your shoulders and let it fall down your arms, dropping it into a pool of silk at your feet. Taking advantage of the robe on the floor, Nikolai placed it under his knees to protect himself from kneeling on the hard floors.
Nikolai dragged his fingers up your leg into your nightgown, pushing it up to your waist. You took the nightgown off and threw it off to the side.
You were left in only your underwear that blocked the one thing Nikolai had on his mind in that moment.
"Can I take these off?" he asked.
"Yes," you whispered.
He dragged the small garment down your legs, lifting your feet to completely remove them from your body.
He took a moment to drink in the visual of your completely naked body. You were perfect. You were the only Saint that he would ever worship, and he intended to do just that.
He nudged your right leg a little bit away from your left, giving you the hint to spread your legs. Once you were where he wanted you, his hands went to your hips and he gave them little massages as he moved his face closer to you.
You took deep breaths as you watched him move closer until he finally placed a kiss on your clit. You gasped, one hand returning to his hair and the other holding onto the doorframe next to you for support.
Nikolai kissed wet, open-mouthed kisses around your pussy, leaving you gasping and moaning while he kept looking up at your face. He kissed and licked and sucked at your entrance and your grip tightened on his messy blond curls.
He licked from your entrance to your clit, closing his eyes as he sucked at it. Your hand moved from his hair to the back of his head to push his face closer into you. After a little fluttering of his tongue on your pussy, then your clit, a high overcame you, making you lean your head back on the wall. One of Nikolai's hands came up to your side to massage it as he worked you through the orgasm, greedily licking at all of your wetness until you pushed his head away.
He smiled as he fell to the floor before he stood back up, holding you against him as he kissed your cheek, whispering praises into your ear while you recovered.
"I've got you, sweetheart. I've got you."
You pulled him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Slowly, you began making your way to Nikolai's bed until you hit his mattress. You fell down onto the bed, Nikolai following, placing himself on top of you.
You broke the kiss and scrambled to unbutton Nikolai's shirt. Your hands were still shaking, making it difficult to undo the buttons. Noticing your shaking hands, Nikolai took hold of your hands, stopping you. He pressed light kisses on your fingertips.
"Go ahead and lay on the pillows. I'll be right there."
You scooted yourself up his mattress, laying your head comfortably on his pillows as he had asked you to. Only a moment later, Nikolai was crawling above you, completely bare. You looked down his body from his chest, and lower, and lower.
Nikolai gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. He pressed a soft kiss in between your eyebrows. "Have you done this before?" he asked.
You nodded. You had had a few flings in your lifetime, as you were sure Nikolai did too, especially during his time as Sturmhond. He had his own flings on the Volkvolny, as did you.
"Good. I'll give you as much time as you need to adjust and if you ever need me to stop, you let me know. I don't want to hurt you."
You gave him a quick kiss. "You could never hurt me. Except for when you avoided me for two weeks, but- Saints."
His cock entering you interrupted you, though it was quite the pleasant interruption. He filled you slowly and perfectly. Nikolai kissed your cheek as his hips met yours. You took some deep breaths as you got used to the feeling of his cock inside of you. Finally, you gave him a ready nod.
Nikolai started off slowly and it wasn't until you asked him to go faster that he sped up. He kissed you deeply as he fucked you. You moaned into those kisses, the feeling of his cock sending you into euphoria.
"Fuck!" you cursed. "A little harder please?"
He obeyed, going just a bit harder, but enough to have you seeing stars. Your hand started moving down your body to rub at your clit, but Nikolai swatted your hand away and rubbed your clit in small circles himself.
Your hands returned to his hair for the millionth time that night, gripping the blond tufts. He gasped.
"Shit, can you pull it harder?"
You tugged on his hair, making him moan loudly. You smiled as you continued pulling on his hair, loving the sounds that escaped him at the feeling.
He began thrusting into you rougher, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
"Nik, fuck! I'm so close!"
Nikolai rubbed at your clit harder. "Me too. Where do you want it?"
"In me! Just-" You groaned, your orgasm overcoming you.
Nikolai wasn't far behind you. It was only a few seconds after your orgasm when you felt his cum shoot into you. He stilled, peppering kisses on your forehead and cheeks.
After you recovered, he slowly pulled out of you, rolling off you and onto the bed to your right. He opened a drawer in his nightstand, grabbed something, and closed it before rolling back to face you and handing you the Alkemi contraceptive. You drank it and he took the empty bottle, placing it on top of the nightstand.
He pulled you closer to him, where your side was tucked close to his torso. The both of you rested in this position for a few moments, you laying on your back, him on his side.
"I'm an idiot," Nikolai said quietly.
You smiled. "Congratulations, you've finally caught up with the rest of us."
He gently pinched your side before lightly laughing.
"What I mean is I shouldn't have avoided you. I shouldn't have left your room that night without letting you say or do anything. I'm sorry."
Your thumb rubbed his cheek. "Apology accepted. On one condition. You tell me how long you've been in love with me."
Nikolai groaned. "My eighth birthday party is when it started. When I saw how determined you were to ruin that idiot's life over him being mean to me."
You laughed. "Wow. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't that."
"Now it's your turn."
You shook your head. "I'm not the one who owed an apology."
Nikolai raised his brows. "Fine. Since you don't want to tell me..."
He moved his hand from your side to your clit, rubbing small circles again. You threw your head back on the pillows, cursing.
"Shit, Nik."
He didn't stop. He kept rubbing your clit, occasionally dipping into your pussy for more moisture. He sped up his motions until you came once again. He gathered all of the wetness on his fingers and licked it all off.
"When we were 16 and had just enlisted. That asshole Novikov was harassing me. You punched him in the face one day. Three times. You broke his nose. That's when I fell in love with you."
"Awww. We both fell in love with each other when we harmed other people." He kissed your forehead. "Should we be concerned about that?"
"Probably, but right now, I want to sleep."
Nikolai hummed in response, pulling the blankets over the two of you. You turned to lay on your side as he got up to blow out all of the candles. When he finally got back in bed, he pulled you into him, your back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you.
you asked for fluff requests, and tagged your post with jesper x reader so, I offer this:
SLOW DANCING WITH JESPER FAHEY!!
You can do what you want with this, make it hc's or a blurb or a full fic!! I just love the idea of slow dancing with him and your work is amazing!!
Night Dancing (Jesper Fahey x Reader)
A/N: YESSS A JESPER REQUEST!! FINALLY!! I love Kaz, but damn, I also love Jesper. Don't worry, I'm disappointed in myself for that title. It's the vest I could come up with at 6:06 in the morning! I listened to Until I Found You (with Em Beihold) by Stephen Sanchez while writing this, so if you want to listen while reading, go right ahead. It had the perfect slow dancing vibe. I hope you enjoy it!! (Also, follow Cal!! They're literally amazing!!)
Ro's Masterpost
WORD COUNT: 647
WARNINGS: You may find yourself slamming your device on your mattress screaming "WHEN 💥 WILL 💥 IT 💥 BE 💥 MY 💥 TURN??? 💥" 😁
GIF not mine, found on @anthonysharmaa
You wound down after a long day with a book in your hands and your lover's head laying in your lap as he played with the rings on his fingers. Neither of you spoke; you simply relaxed in the presence of the other as the sounds of pages turning and rings clinking against each other filled the room.
After finishing a chapter, you marked your spot in your book and set on your nightstand as your hand slipped into Jesper's hair. Jesper gave a groan of approval while his eyes slipped close. He looked up at you when he opened his eyes once again.
"I don't know why you insist on looking at me from there. This isn't my best angle."
Jesper chuckled. He took the hand that wasn't in his hair and he kissed your knuckles. "Darling, you're perfect from every angle."
You smiled down at him. "That was disgustingly cheesy."
He hummed. "You love me for it."
You kissed his forehead. "Yes, I do."
Jesper closed his eyes again and you did the same, relaxing once again. You continued carding your fingers through his curls while he lay in your lap.
Any worries that had plagued you throughout the day left you in that moment. There was nothing else but Jesper. And really, that's all you needed. All you needed was Jesper with his cheesy romantic lines, and his jokes, and his ability to make you just be in moments like this.
Your window was open, letting in the outside breeze and light and sounds. You could hear soft music the whole night, though you didn't pay much attention to it. But now, a slow song played and voices singing the song could be distantly heard.
You cracked a smile, your eyes still closed. "Do you hear the music?" Jesper hummed in reply. "This song sounds nice."
"Would you say it sounds like the perfect song to dance to?"
"Yes, I would."
You felt Jesper shift in your lap and shortly leave. Your eyes opened to see your lover standing up next to the bed. He held out his hand. "Well, since I have no clue how long the song will last, I believe we should take this opportunity while we have it."
Grinning, you took his hand and allowed him to guide you up and to a clear spot in the room near the window. His right hand settled on your waist and his left held your right hand. Your left hand rested on his shoulder. Jesper pulled you close to him, pressing your bodies against one another.
Slowly, he swayed along to the music, leading you in a slow dance. You could feel his breath hit your skin when you rested your head on his chest. He pulled you in closer.
After only a couple of moments, the song ended, but neither of you stopped dancing. Instead, Jesper hummed a song you didn't recognize, but you continued to sway with Jesper.
Your eyes closed as he led the dance, letting him take full control over you. He just swayed and hummed.
Eventually, you both stopped moving, him still humming in your ear until the song ended. He kissed your temple.
"Come on, love. You're tired. Let's go to bed."
You held onto him tighter. "Can we just stay like this for one more moment?"
In response, he kissed the shell of your ear, allowing one more moment of your pure bliss. You kissed his jawline as your eyes opened. "I love you."
Jesper smiled before picking you up, holding your torso in one arm and your legs in the other. "I love you too, my very tired Y/N."
Once Jesper got you tucked into bed, he slid in beside you and held you close throughout the night. As sleep came over you, you could hear Jesper quietly humming the song he hummed before.
Champagne on New Years Eve- give me prompts from any of these lists (doesn’t have to be the holiday prompt list if you don’t want it to be!) and I’ll write a fic using whichever prompt (or prompts) you choose
Hi!! It's Ro! I choose prompts:
“You’re an idiot.” “I’m your idiot, though.”
“My dearest, my beloved, my better half,” Character A said.
These are both from the fluff list (what can I say? I'm a whore for fluff).
You can do whatever you want with this! Thank you so much!! 💜💜💜
Nor Would I- Kaz Brekker
Holiday Event (requests for this are open til January 1st!)
Hi!! I was looking through my requests because motivation came with the announcement for season two of shadow and bone, and I’m a bit shellshocked because I’ve read some of your work and it’s been absolutely freaking amazing! Thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope I did the request justice!
I did adjust the first prompt to add a dialogue tag, which I hope is all right!
Fic type- fluff. I went all in on the fluff with this.
Warnings- none
“My dearest, my beloved, my better half,” Kaz said. An amused snort was your response, one that happened before you could stop it. Kaz had once again graced your apartment, his presence lingering against one of the walls in the living room.
You were one of the only members of the Dregs who didn’t live in the Slat full time, though, with how frequently you were there and the fact that rent in the Zelver District was rising, it was something you’d begun to debate.
You watched him adjust the strap of a crossbody bag before coming up with a rebuttal, content in the momentary silence.
“What is it, Brekker?” You asked, meeting his gaze as you spoke.
“I come to ask your opinion on a plan for a heist that I’ve planned for Christmas,” Kaz said. “Also to ask if you want in.”
“What’s the payout?”
“A hundred thousand kruge and the spare key to my floor of the Slat as well as a key to room of your own. I know you’ve been debating moving in for a few months now, and I figured I may as well grant you that opportunity.”
You laughed, nodding. “I’ll take that deal,” you said. “A chance to annoy my dearly beloved without even having to walk a mile? And a hundred thousand kruge? It’s bloody perfect.”
“You’re an idiot,” Kaz said.
You laughed. “I’m your idiot, though.”
Kaz shrugged, tapping a finger against the side of his cane. “True enough,” he said, proceeding further into your apartment. “I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
A/N: Another short piece of shit! Okay, maybe not a piece of shit. This is actually kinda cute. But I did write in like an hour, so I wouldn't expect high quality.
Ro's Masterpost
WORD COUNT: 808
WARNINGS: Nothing I can think of. Maybe some internal conflict, but other than that THIS IS SO FRICKING FLUFFY AND CUTE.
GIF not mine, found on @dailyshadowandbone
Kaz held the key in his hand. It felt heavy sitting in his bare palm. He can't keep hovering around the door this late at night. He needed to decide whether or not he would unlock the door and enter. He needed to decide now.
Taking a deep inhale of breath, he positioned the key in the lock and turned it before slightly opening the door with utmost caution. He took the key out of the lock and he went inside the room, making sure to keep his cane quiet. He closed the door behind him.
Too scared to look in the room behind him, he faced the door as he set the key down on a desk, leaned his cane on the wall, and removed his shoes. He stared at the door in front of him, debating whether or not he should just leave and pretend he never came here.
When he made the mistake of looking behind him, he knew he had to stay.
You lay in your bed on your right side, hugging a pillow in front of you. From what Kaz could see, three blankets covered you up to your neck. Poor thing, you must have been cold. Your eyes were closed and you looked peaceful, as if nothing in this world worried you or bothered you.
Kaz immediately forgot that he considered going back to his room. His motivation for what he came in here to do grew as his gaze wandered over your sleeping form.
He wanted this, but what if you didn't?
But if you didn't, then why else did you give him the key?
He quietly made his way over to your bed, finding the empty side of the mattress. In favor of his bad leg, he sat on the edge before pulling his whole body onto the bed and under the blankets. He settled in, though he was farther from you than he would have liked.
His front faced your back, but he kept his distance for a bit. To prevent becoming overwhelmed, he figured he should do this one tiny step at a time. He watched as you inhaled and exhaled slowly.
He moved a little closer to you.
He wasn't entirely sure if you were awake or still sleeping. If he had woken you up, you didn't make it known to him.
The moonlight coming in from your window hit your hair just right so he could see the messy strands. He wanted to touch it, run his fingers through it.
He moved closer.
From here, he could hear you softly snoring. He smiled at the sounds. It was cute.
He moved closer.
Your back was just nearly touching his chest now. Cautiously, he brought his left arm up and he set it over your side, relaxing. Your breathing changed slightly, but he still couldn't tell whether he woke you.
He pulled you into him.
You woke up.
You didn't push him away or yell at him. You took his left hand that was barely brushing against your stomach and you brought it up to your chest, holding it like a child's stuffed toy.
He could feel your heartbeat like this. It forced him to remember that you were alive. You were alive, alive, alive. His eyes closed while he subconciously counted the beats of your heart.
You shifted just a bit to push yourself closer to him, keeping his hand against your chest.
"Can I kiss your hand?" you whispered.
A small smile crept onto Kaz's face. "Yes."
You brought his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of it, which had just been feeling your heartbeat. After a few seconds, you put it back against your chest. "Don't push yourself too hard, okay? If you need to leave, then leave. Promise me."
He nodded, his eyes still closed. "I promise," he mumbled.
He could feel sleep starting to take over him; it always seemed to do so faster when he was with you. On those nights when he would stand outside your door for a few moments, key in his hand, one side wanting him to go back to his room and pretend nothing happened and the other wanting to go inside and be close to you.
The mass majority of those nights, he went inside and simply slept in the same bed as you. Tonight was different than the others. Tonight he came here with the intent to hold you. He wasn't sure if he would actually be able to do it, but here he was. Your body pressed against his, his hand in yours, resting against your chest, feeling the beating of your heart.
Kaz knew you were asleep again when your snoring resumed. He let the sound be his lullaby, pushing him to sleep.
okay! i have a request! dad!kaz x mom!reader where maybe their kid gets kidnapped and the reader is distressed and kaz is just beyond angry and rips the whole city apart, in search for their kid. and when they find them its just teary family comfort??
if you dont feel it, dont worry about it!<3
Blood Be Damned (Kaz Brekker x Female Reader)
A/N: The quality of this just kinda goes 📈📉📈📉📈📉 I hope you don't mind that I kinda messed with the dad!Kaz idea (nothing bad, I promise!). If you don't like it, I swear I will write a new version of this. 😂 Also, in my head this takes place post-CK, so Kaz and the reader are probably roughly 18. I also hope y'all like the name I picked for the kid. Also, I need to go to bed, so I didn't do a final proof read. Deal with it. 😘
Ro's Masterpost
WORD COUNT: 2k
WARNINGS: Teen parenting, possibly OOC Kaz (but it's fucking adorable), missing child and kidnapping, mentions of torture, blood, mentions of death, mild violence, slitting the throats of stuffed animals?
GIF found on @naslostcontrol
Kaz had been busy lately, so he was behind on his work. Very behind on his work. Because you were nice (and because you would do practically anything for the man), you decided to help him get it done, meaning it would be a late night.
It was currently just about nine bells in the evening. You were sitting on the bed you and Kaz shared most nights while Kaz was putting Alyx, your daughter, to bed.
Or, at least he was supposed to be.
You were interrupted by the door opening and giggles disrupting the silence. The source of the laughing was Kaz and Alyx, who was receiving a piggyback ride from Kaz.
"She's supposed to be in bed!" Although you were slightly mad; Alyx should have been in bed by now, you couldn't help the loving smile that took over your face.
You never expected Kaz to get along with your daughter so well. Even before you and Kaz were together, he gave Alyx nothing but kindness and care. Alyx had adored Kaz since they met when she was just a few months old. When your relationship with Kaz grew, he swiftly stepped into the role of Alyx's father figure.
Kaz turned his back to face you and let Alyx fall onto the bed in front of you. The small girl erupted into more giggles. "Someone wanted to say good night to the most beautiful girl in the world."
"Hey!" Alyx exclaimed.
Kaz kissed Alyx's forehead. "Sorry. The second most beautiful girl in the world. Right after Alyx."
You pulled Alyx into your arms, cradling her. "Although I am very happy that you wanted to say good night, you need to be asleep." Your gaze went back to Kaz. "I swear to the Saints, if she's grumpy tomorrow, you'll be taking care of her."
Kaz rolled his eyes; he would gladly take care of your daughter any day, no matter what mood she was in. He scooped Alyx back up and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll put her to bed now."
"Thank you."
As Kaz moved to leave the room, Alyx shouted out "good night!" to you.
"Good night, darling!" The door closed behind the two people you loved most in the world.
Shortly after they left and you continued working, Kaz came back and settled down at his desk. He removed his leather gloves, which despite making huge progress on overcoming his touch aversion, he still often wore around Alyx. Alyx was a very touchy, somewhat clingy child. Sometimes overwhelmingly so. Kaz refused to ask her to be more careful with him, or even let you ask her, so he wore the gloves.
The two of you worked in comfortable silence, occasionally asking for the other's help every once in a while until the early morning hours. As more and more time passed, you felt the exhaustion hit you harder each hour. The words on the page blended together, though you could barely focus on understanding the combinations of letters. Your eyes grew heavy as you tried to work through the tiredness.
You must have fallen asleep at some point because you woke up to Kaz shaking you and frantically saying something about Alyx. You couldn't comprehend the words coming out of his mouth.
"Slow down," you said once you were mostly lucid. "What's going on?"
"Alyx is missing."
You sighed. "She's probably just wandering around in the kitchen or something."
Kaz put a stuffed lion toy in your lap. "This was in her bed."
You picked the toy up and inspected it. As your fingers ran around the plush fabric, your breathing shook. Alyx had a stuffed crow, which she loved to death, but she never had a stuffed lion.
You started to take some deeper inhales, attempting to get into a mindspace to think rationally.
Alyx wasn't in her bed.
There was a stuffed lion toy in her place.
You had no idea where she was or when she was taken.
That's all you knew.
Kaz took the toy from your hands and tossed it on the floor to deal with later. He took your hands in his gloved ones, running his thumbs over your knuckles. You knew he was trying to calm you or ease your mind with gentleness, but it wasn't working.
He pulled you into him, resting your head on his chest. He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered, "I will find whoever did this, and I will make them regret it."
Kaz limped into the bedroom late the next day. After carefully leaning his cane against the wall, he took his coat off and hung it up. His gaze navigated to the bed, where, thankfully, you were sleeping.
You hadn't slept the night before; you were worrying and trying to find Alyx. Before he had left earlier, he asked you to get some sleep, though at the time, you didn't seem happy at the request.
Kaz made his way to the bathroom, quickly finding the washbasin. He removed his gloves, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Spots of dried blood decorated his right cheek. He set his gloves aside on the counter, more blood from the gloves smearing on the surface.
Hours and hours of interrogating Dime Lions and torturing Dime Lions and none of them gave any information. They all claimed ignorance. He'd sent Inej on multiple sweeps of Dime Lion territory and nothing.
Alyx was nowhere.
Kaz gripped the edge of the counter, his hands wet from washing the blood from his face. He stared into the water in the washbasin.
She had to be somewhere. Someone had to know something. He didn't care how many people got hurt in the process, he would find Alyx for you. For him.
He knew that Alyx saw him as a father figure and he knew that he cared for the girl, but her being gone made him realize the true paternal love he felt for her. Alyx had a presence that brightened up every room she stumbled into. Kaz missed her smile, her hugs, her laughter, her tears, her curiosity, her light that hadn't been killed by Ketterdam yet.
She was his daughter, blood be damned.
And he was going to find her and bring her home.
He wiped the tears from his cheeks before he went back into the bedroom and changed into clean clothes. From behind him, he heard blankets shifting around. He turned, and there you were. Eyes open, hair tangled; you still looked half asleep. You looked up at him.
He shook his head. Your eyes closed as your hand rubbed your face. "I've sent Inej on another sweep, this time of all of Ketterdam." He sat on the bed as he buttoned up his white shirt. You moved closer to him. "Knowing her, she'll find or intercept something and we'll find Alyx and bring her home to you-"
"Kaz, stop."
He turned his upper body to face you, confusion etched on his features. He removed his hands from the undone top button of his shirt and he placed one on your blanket-covered side. He silently waited for you to continue.
"Please stop sugar-coating this and giving me false hope."
"It's not false hope. Inej may actually find something."
"Kaz, it's been well over a day-"
"Don't you dare tell me what I think you're about to."
You sat up and took his face in your hands, eyes flooding with tears. His hand stayed on your side. "It kills me to even think about it, but we need to be realistic. We're in Ketterdam, for Saints sake. This place isn't known for rainbows and sunshine." Your voice cracked and wavered as you spoke.
Kaz remained silent as tears trickled down both your cheeks and his cheeks.
"Y/N, I have no idea where she is." His other hand went to her other side. "We don't deserve this. Alyx doesn't deserve this."
You pulled him into you as sobs racked the both of you.
You watched Kaz as he slept next to you. You were sitting up in your bed as Kaz's head lay on the pillow next to your lap. Despite his roughed up hair and messy appearance, you admired his peaceful beauty. Your fingers ran through his dark hair, calming you.
He had fallen asleep in your arms, which had only proved to you how deprived he was of sleep. You had to briefly wake him to move into this position, which was much more comfortable for the both of you.
Five quick taps at your window made you zone back into the world outside of Kaz. You removed your hands from his hair and you quickly got out of bed, finding Inej crouching outside the bedroom window. You opened it, letting her in.
Inej held out an opened letter to you. "What is it?" you asked as you took the letter out of the envelope.
"I intercepted it before it got to the recipient. It's a communication from within the Razorgulls."
You skimmed the letter, finding mentions of a toddler girl and Kaz, though he was addressed as "Dirtyhands". The toddler girl must be Alyx, who the letter said was "Dirtyhands' daughter". Whoever sent the letter had Alyx.
"The Razorgulls took her. But they left a stuffed lion."
"Most likely to throw us off their trail and onto the Dime Lions'. And it worked."
"Do you know where this came from?"
Inej nodded. "I wrote the address." She handed you a slip of paper.
"Thank you so much," you whispered before kissing her cheek and pulling her into a hug. "I owe you everything."
"Just focus on getting your daughter back." Eventually, Inej broke the hug and left the room through the window. You ran to the bed and woke Kaz.
He woke up, slightly delirious, but once you told him that you knew Alyx's location, he snapped into full attention.
It was a simple two-person job, with you and Kaz being the two people. When Inej scoped out Alyx's location, she found there was only ever two people guarding the building, which you could very easily take out. The Razorgulls were careless.
You and Kaz studied the building from behind the side of a wall. In front, you saw the two guards Inej had told you about. They would be very easy to take care of. The guards paced around the front of the building, chatting with each other.
Kaz turned to you. "You take the right guard, I'll take the left. Once we get in, I'll focus on finding Alyx while you deliver our message. I'll find you once I have her." He took your hand in his gloved one.
Your other hand played with the strap of the satchel that crossed your body as you nodded. "Let's go."
You and Kaz snuck around in opposite directions, making your way for a sneak attack on the guards. On the way, you picked up a decent-sized rock. You hid behind the wall of the building, watching Kaz on the other side. At his nod, you ran toward the guard on the right.
You brought the rock down on the guard's head, knocking him out fairly quickly. When you looked back up, Kaz had knocked out his guard. The both of you bolted to the front door, swiftly opening it and running inside. You ran up the staircase as Kaz searched the first floor for Alyx.
You eventually found what appeared to be the office room in the building. You stopped at the wooden desk and opened your satchel. You lined up the five stuffed gull toys on the desk. After taking your knife out of your pocket, you carefully made a slice on the throats of each toy bird. Satisfied with your work, you placed the knife back in your pocket.
Not long after you finished, you heard quick footsteps behind you. You turned, and there she was. Alyx ran to you and you scooped her up in your arms, holding her tight as your eyes slipped close.
The tears falling down your face didn't matter. The world didn't matter. Nothing else mattered in that moment.
The sound of a cane clicking against the wooden floor made your eyes open again. Kaz stood awkwardly in the doorway, watching you hold Alyx. After making your way to him, you kissed his cheek.
"I love you," you whispered. "I love you both so much."
wish list ~ send me the link to a fic you've written and i'll share with you my favorite things about it! (it's really more like me annotating your fic like i would my own book haha)
the only fic i've written :)
OMG NARNIAAA
They remembered y/n of l/n, well now Queen y/n, in the most elegant dress made by the lovely nymphs. They remembered the flower garlands that lined the streets and paths. They remembered the celebration after-the music, dancing, and smiles.
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Little Hazel was in his arms. Her tiny feet standing on his thighs with her hands playing with his face. He smiled at his little girl and held her arms-one in each hand-moving them around his neck so he could hold her properly. Hazel let out a small giggle as she let the weight of her small body off her legs and onto Peter. He kissed her round cheek, “Hazey, could you please stay this small forever? It’s very endearing.” He laughed at his own comment forgetting his wife’s pain for a moment.
peter as a dad is something i never knew i needed
“Do you think you’ll get a brother or a sister?” Hazel babbled her own language as a response. “You don’t know! Well I don’t either but I do know for a fact you’ll be a wonderful big sister.” More babbling. “Yes sweet Hazey, the best.”
my heartttt <3
Peter sat down next to his wife and kissed her. He couldn’t have asked for a better family or life.
okay, you got me on a narnia kick again thanks hahaha
mistletoe ~ ships! send me your ideal holiday themed date and i'll ship you with a character (specify fandom and gender prefrence)
My ideal holiday date would be decorating a Christmas tree while listening to Christmas music and drinking hot chocolate.
(Grishaverse, I'm a female who prefers male)
Hope I did this right! 😅💜
this was perfect, thank you!
jesper fahey
you couldn't tell me he isn't looking forward to decorating the tree all week. like he's constatly asking if you two can do it now. and the christmas music is on full blast, he couldn't care if it bothers anyone else. he's singing his heart out even if he doesn't know the words. spining you around while hanging ornaments and stringing the lights. he most definately gets tangled in the lights at least once haha
Okay, but actually, this is such a good sugar cookie recipe. I've made it multiple times and it SLAPS.
Also, I'll just find some random cottage in the woods and we can pretend we're fairies or fantasy cottagecore people making sugar cookies. How does Friday sound?? 🤪💜
RED
Crimson - What was an event that’s shaped you to be who you are today?
Light Pink - Do you have stuffed animals?
Blush - Are you single?
Amaranth - What’s your favourite emotion?
Cherry Blossom - How are you feeling right now?
Hollywood Cerise - What are your ambitions?
Razzmatazz - Favourite TV Show?
Rose - Where do you feel most comfortable?
French Rose - What is your favourite flavour?
Cameo Pink - Favourite movie?
ORANGE
Buff Orange - Would you consider yourself athletic?
Burnt Sienna - Favourite smell?
Melon - Do you like to dance?
Carrot - Do you bake?
Copper - What is your favourite kind of day?
Orangeade - When do you feel alive?
Gamboge - Where do you want to travel?
Peach - Favourite texture/s?
Vermillion - How brave are you?
Bittersweet Shimmer - What is your favourite memory?
YELLOW
Flax - Do you like going to the beach?
Wheat - Who can you trust the most?
Laser Lemon - What kind of phone do you have?
Gold - Are you high maintenance?
Mellow Yellow - How calm are you?
Unmellow Yellow - How high energy are you?
Papaya Whip - How honest are you?
Transparent Yellow - Would you consider yourself to be special?
Canary - Favourite song?
Reed Yellow - Do you play an instrument?
GREEN
Pear - Where do you feel rested?
Olive - What is your favourite food?
Fern - Favourite plant?
Moss - Are you quiet or loud?
Tea green - How do you relax?
Celadon - Dream job?
Harlequin - Can you act?
Malachite - Do you speak more than one language?
Mantis - Favourite animal?
Seafoam Green - Do you like water?
BLUE
Sky Blue - Would you ever want to fly?
Periwinkle - Would you want to breathe underwater?
Powder Blue - Or control the weather?
Liberty - Become the president/prime minister?
Space Cadet - Become an astronaut?
Celeste - Have perfect pitch?
Eton Blue - Become invisible?
Indigo - Become immortal?
Iris - Grow plants at will?
Whispering Blue - Or teleport?
PURPLE
Lilac - Would you want kids?
Lavender - What is your favourite time of day?
Mulberry - Could you betray someone?
Eminence - Favourite sounds?
Palatinate - Do you think you’ll make it to 100 years old?
Prune - Do you ever think about dying?
Fandango - Do you spontaneously start singing sometimes?
Thistle - If you could become wise, rich, or intelligent, which would you rather?
Mauve - What would you name your kids/pets?
Royal Purple - What’s your favourite emotion?
OTHERS
Cream - If you had 1 day left to live, what would you do?
Silver - Are you a good person?
Ecru - How do you feel about the world today?
Auburn - Favourite colour?
White - Do you own lots of makeup?
Black - What is the greatest success of your life so far?
Bronze - Would you follow my blog?
Pink Nectar - What’s your aesthetic?
Sepia - Do you like photography?
A/N: Take a shot every time I say "shirt" (don't actually do that, please). Anyway, this is super short and so self-indulgent, but you know what, I do that sometimes. I wrote this in like 30 minutes.
Ro's Masterpost
WORD COUNT: 527
WARNINGS: I actually don't think there are any? This is just really fluffy.
Not my gif, found on @anakinpadme
Your favorite sleep shirt had been missing for about a month now. When the shirt first disappeared, you were somewhat disappointed. You wore the shirt practically every night. It was your favorite color, oversized, and just so comfortable and perfect to sleep in.
You managed without the shirt; Kaz let you borrow some of his sleep shirts. Though you appreciated the gesture from your lover, you wanted yours back.
Now, you were reading a book in your bed, wearing one of Kaz's shirts. Though, you had trouble focusing on the words in the book. You had a long day, and you were exhausted.
You put the book down on your nightstand, deciding it was about time to sleep for the night. Before you completely settled in, you heard a cane softly hitting the floor outside your room, followed by knocking on your door.
Laying down on your bed on your back, you sighed. "Kaz, how many times have I told you that you don't need to knock before coming in?"
The door opened, and there he was. The love of your life. Your smile grew a bit as he came closer to you, then sat on the bed. You quickly noticed that he had something in his left arm, but you couldn't see it clearly enough to determine what it was.
Kaz cleared his throat. "I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep."
You shook your head. "No, I actually just settled in." He nodded in a way that appeared nervous. You sat up, concern taking over your face. "Is everything okay?"
Silently, Kaz showed you the object he was holding in his left arm. Just from seeing the color, you knew was it was.
Your missing sleep shirt, perfectly folded in Kaz's gloved hand.
You laughed. "You stole it?"
"I felt bad after I realized how much you loved the shirt, but I didn't want to give it back."
Slowly, you moved your hand to rest on his arm, giving him plenty of time to push you away, shake his head, or tell you to stop. He did none; in fact, he nodded, welcoming your touch.
"Can I ask why you took it?"
Kaz sighed. "I took it while you were on that job with Inej. You were gone for days, and... I missed you." He held up the shirt. "It smelled like you and it fit me, so I stole it." He looked a little ashamed, but somehow you knew he had no regrets in stealing your favorite sleep shirt. "Plus, seeing you in my shirts didn't make me want to give it back any more."
You laughed again, looking down at his shirt you were wearing. "Okay, I get that."
Kaz smiled as he held the shirt out towards you. "It doesn't smell like you anymore."
You took the shirt from his hands. "I can fix that." You set the shirt in you lap before grabbing the collar of the shirt you were wearing. "However, if you're going to keep that one, I think it's only fair I get to keep this one."
hello ! i would like to congratulate you for your 100 followers. i discovered your work some days ago and it’s pure gold for real !! it’s so amazing ! 💓
by the way, i saw that you requests are open and i had a little idea on my mind. could it be possible a jesper fahey x reader where reader and him are best friends. reader doesn’t like to show her emotions and tends to deny feelings she has for him, being quite harsh sometimes. then one day he confronts her about her behavior and she admits her feelings ?
i don’t know if it’s interesting and if you want to write it. if you don’t, it’s okay don’t worry about it ! and i’m sorry if i made some mistakes since english isn’t my first language.
Friends?
A/N: Hi! First of all, thank you sm for the compliment, I'm so thankful that you enjoy my writing <333 Jesper fics give me life, so I'd probably write everything if it involves our favourite sharpshooter. But I really enjoyed your request, so I hope you like this, sweet anon!
Summary: Suppressed feelings create some unwanted tensions.
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: mention of gambling and alcohol
“When are you finally going to put us out of our misery and just ask him out?” You almost choked on your drink when Nina said that. The two girls sitting across from you only giggled after seeing your eyes widen ever so slightly.
“I have absolutely no clue who you are talking about.” Lie. You knew exactly who they were talking about. Even though you tried to hide your feelings as best as you could, Nina could feel the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he was around, so it obviously didn’t take Kaz’s level of deduction skills to figure that out.
“Dirty liar.” She whispered, leaning towards you with a devilish grin, almost tipping over the glass of whiskey in front of her whilst doing so. Inej only gave you an apologetic smile, but you knew that she was enjoying this just as much as Nina did.
“Nina’s right, Y/N. It would do you both some good if you would just tell him. And we could finally stop walking on eggshells whenever Jesper and you are in the same room.”
“I understand where you’re coming from, but Jesper and I are just friends.” Nina let out a dramatic groan, throwing her arm on the table and resting her head on top of it, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Always the drama queen. "There are absolutely no romantic feelings involved."
“Where are no romantic feelings involved? What are you girls gossiping about?” Jesper suddenly appeared in front of you, visibly in the mood to join in on the conversation. Maybe you should order a new drink.
“Y/N’s dating life - or the lack thereof.” The Heartrender answered quickly, stifling a laugh when she saw the look of horror that flashed over your face when she said that. Thankfully, Jesper hadn't noticed it, instead raising an inquisitive brow at you before he shoved himself into the booth beside you.
“That's a topic which I'll gladly stay for!" He gave you a wink, swiftly putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you a bit closer to his side. Saints, how you hated this.
However, you also hated hating this. He was your best friend. Hugging, touching, and occasionally flirting were something you had always done. You had never been uncomfortable with that before until you started to realize that you might think of him a little differently than you initially thought. He didn't deserve to be subjected to your - probably very much unrequited - feelings and all the effects it had on your behaviour towards him.
"I don't think she necessarily wants you to stay," Inej commented slyly, causing Jesper to frown and direct his attention back to you again.
"Why's that? Do I play a role in it?" He inquired with a smug smile playing across his lips. "Have I missed you pouring your heart out and telling everyone about the crush you have on me?"
"In your dreams, Fahey." You tried to play off the stinging embarrassment you felt. You wanted to focus on something else, stir the conversation in another direction, but whenever you tried to do so, you were made painfully aware of the way his arm laid on your shoulders. The way his hand mindlessly played with some strands of your hair, twirling it around his finger. The way his breath felt hot against your neck when he spoke to you. This was terrible.
"Oh come on, you know it's the truth." It was an obvious joke, you could hear it in his tone. But it made you feel even smaller than you felt before.
"No." Yes.
"You'll do eventually." This sounded less like a joke, the wink accompanying it didn't help.
"Just drop it, Jesper." You shrugged off his shoulder dismissively, resulting in him giving Nina and Inej a confused glance before carefully retreating his arm. You never called him 'Jesper' unless you were mad at him, so why would you start now? But he just couldn't put a finger on what might have annoyed you. Did he take it too far with one of his jokes? You had never minded him saying things like that.
"Okay?" He put emphasis on drawing out the word as long as he could, his expression changing from confused to worried. He wanted nothing more than to ask what was wrong, however, judging by your previous reaction, you probably wouldn't appreciate that very much.
Inej managed to lead the conversation in another direction - one that wouldn't force you to talk about things you didn't want to say out loud - but the tension between you and Jesper didn't die down by any means. The tension only got stronger the longer the silence settled. And in the evening, you didn't even hit him before returning to the Slat. He made an effort to ask the two girls that remained in their respective seats at the club, with no result. They simply feigned a clueless expression before leaving him to figure it out by himself.
The following week didn't help turn things around. Quite the opposite actually. It managed to make things even more awkward. You didn't sit as close to him as you used to during meetings. You skipped certain meals if that meant that you didn't have to be around him for any longer than needed. And you weren’t up for spending nights at the club with him anymore. It was as if your friendship had been put on hold and you went back to being strangers again.
You didn’t necessarily enjoy this arrangement either, but you worried that you might let something slip whenever he was around you, so you tried your best to avoid him. It was only after one particularly draining day that you didn’t feel like spending the evening cooped up in your room and decided to spend some time in the living room. Most of the others seemed to be out, so you could enjoy the quiet and continue reading whatever novel had currently caught your interest.
This supposed peace didn’t last long. You didn’t even manage to finish one chapter until you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. That didn’t have to mean anything. It could literally be anyone. But of course, luck wasn’t on your side, and the only person you didn’t want to see walked through the door.
At first, he didn’t even notice you, completely focused on adjusting the holster of his guns. But as soon as he reached the couch, probably intending to also take some time to unwind, he paused for a second, staring you up and down as if he had never seen you before.
“Hi.” He broke the silence, standing only a few metres away from you with his hands fidgeting in front of him like a child that expected scolding.
You turned your head to face him, having hesitated to do so in hopes that he would just continue walking. His hair was slightly damp and so were his clothes, which told you that he probably just came back from drinking - or gambling -, since it had been raining outside for the last couple of hours. Normally, you would have joined him during and after his non-work-related trips to the club, providing him with whatever kind of support or company he needed. Not this time though.
“Hi.” He almost looked startled that you actually interacted with him, no matter whether it was only briefly before getting back to your book.
“I, uhm, do you mind if I join you in here?” That question hit you right where it hurt. Jesper would have never asked to simply be around you. He would have respected your boundaries had you said no, but that would have probably never been a real issue.
“No, I don’t.” You answered, giving him your best impression of an inviting smile, however, still quickly taking your eyes off of him.
He didn’t sit next to you how he usually would, instead turning to lounge on the couch opposite you, pulling out his revolvers to absent-mindedly clean them. You could see the occasional curious glances he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking, and it drove you mad that you were too afraid to properly interact with him.
“Listen, Y/N.” He started with a sigh, causing you to look up from your novel to focus on him. “I don’t really understand what I did wrong, but I know that something is wrong. But if you’re avoiding me because of what happened last week, I’m sorry. I should’ve just stopped when you told me to. I know that you don’t have feelings for me, and it was stupid of me to make you uncomfortable by acting like you do.”
“I wouldn’t have had a problem with you annoying me if it hadn’t been the truth.” You thought, biting the inside of your cheeks to not break out crying.
“What?” Shit, did you say that out loud? The befuddled look on his face gave you a clear answer to that. “What did you say?”
“Nothing that concerns you.” He sat up straight again, gaping at you with wide eyes. You really should’ve just gone to bed.
“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He moved to stand up, but so did you. Whatever he was about to do, you didn’t want to be part of it. “You can’t just say something like that and pretend like I’m not supposed to care about it.” A mixture of emotions flashed over his face, and you couldn’t quite pinpoint what his exact feelings were at this point, nor did you feel like figuring it out.
“Jesper, stop it.”
“No, I won’t. This does concern me, and I have every right to care about it.”
“We both say stuff we don’t mean. That doesn’t mean that we have to talk about it.” Jesper’s expression changed to one of exasperation. For the first time since knowing him, he looked genuinely mad.
“Stuff we don’t mean? Ignoring me for a week because of this issue doesn’t really feel like you didn’t mean it.” He tried to take a step towards you, but the closer he got, the further you stepped back. “Just talk to me, please!”
“Would you mind just shutting up? I don’t have feelings for you. This comment meant nothing, no matter how much you might read into it.” You didn’t mean to say that. You didn’t mean to yell at him. You didn’t mean to hurt him. But you did.
He was quiet for a moment. You saw the way his lips quivered, trying to bite back the hurt you had caused. You had never yelled at him before. Not even when anyone else would’ve probably been close to murdering him.
“Goodnight, Jesper.” You didn’t wait for him to reply. Without sparing him another glance, you dashed out of the room, flying up the stairs to your room before he could think about following you. You felt utterly terrible, and the only thing you wanted to do now was cry. Saints, you felt stupid.
“Y/N!” His voice paired with the sound of his footsteps followed you up the stairs. Can’t he just take a hint? Before you could even reach your room, he seized your wrist to spin you around. “I’m not letting you ignore me for another week.”
“Jes-”
“No, you’re not doing this again. You’re not shutting me out again.” His grip on your wrist tightened as he spoke, his gray eyes piercing yours intently. “You can talk to me about this. Please talk to me about this.” Even though everything inside you screamed at you to push him away, you simply nodded, dragging him with you towards your room, since you didn’t intend on airing out your personal problems in the middle of the Slat.
“I love you.” As soon as the door shut behind him, the three words you had dreaded saying out loud just tumbled out of your mouth. Jesper, who was still holding onto your hand, was caught completely off-guard by that confession. He had already roughly put together what was going on, but he hadn’t expected you to actually say it. “And I hate that I do. Because whether I would have kept it a secret or not, it would always have an effect on our friendship, and I never wanted that to-”
His lips were suddenly pressed against yours, his hands moving to hold onto your hips while you were rendered completely speechless. After taking a second to sort your thoughts out, you returned his gesture, allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him down a bit closer to you in the process. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, you were sure that if he had leaned a bit further towards you, it would have ended in him toppling on top of you. All of the nervousness you had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a strong sense of warmth spreading inside your stomach. He liked you back.
“Maybe changing something about our friendship isn’t so bad after all.” You whispered before leaning in a second time, which he graciously accepted.
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as a writer ~ send me this along with the link to one of your favorite fics, that you've written and i'll tell you my favorite parts and lines! (writers only)
(I hope the link worked. Either way, it's Kitchen Light)
It's so funny to me that people are still reading the disaster that is Disaster that I wrote, when THIS exists. 😂
Anyway, I'm really curious to see what you'll say! 💜💜💜
His heart flipped around in his chest. You were always so gentle with him, never pushing him past his comfort zone. You recently started kissing his fingertips or sometimes his hands, if you had permission. He loved these moments with you, but they were usually in private, not at the Crow Club's bar. He didn't mind it at all.
<3
"Speaking of our relationship, I think we should end this." You took a sip of your drink.
That knocked the air out of his lungs. His eyes searched your face, looking for any signs that you were joking. None showed. "What?"
"I'm already with someone-"
"Someone who you're now drinking to forget."
You set the drink on the table. "Watch it, Kaz."
He took in a shaky breath. He needed to leave. So he did. He left the Crow Club without saying another word.
ouch...
But when Kaz looked at you, sitting on his floor, resting your head on his leg, he knew your apologies were genuine. He knew you regretted your actions. He knew you wanted to actually make this work. His heart clenched in his chest seeing you like this.
He slowly and carefully slid off of his mattress to sit next to you. He removed the pillow from your lap and he placed it behind you as he took you in his arms.
Wiping your tears, you put your head in the crook of his neck, occasionally kissing some spots as Kaz stroked your hair.
~
I think he might be the love of my life.
this hurt and then made me all smiley and warm<33 i love this!
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Hi! I'm petty and annoyed. So, I'm gonna talk about things in fanfiction that have been bothering me lately. 😃
(Quick note, if you do some of these things that bother me, I don't hold it against you, I still love you, especially if it's grammar. I'm such an annoying grammar police, I'm just being a bitch, I promise. You're amazing. Love you. 💋)
1. PLEASE PIN YOUR MASTERLISTS/MASTERPOSTS!! I don't know how many times I have had to scroll through someone's entire blog to find a fic they wrote only to find that they had a masterlist the whole time that wasn't pinned to the top of their blog.
2. PARAGRAPH BREAKS!! Here goes my first grammar rant. The main issue with lacking paragraph breaks is dialogue. Whenever there is a new character speaking, you make a new paragraph.
"This is an example!" exclaimed character 1.
"But I'm talking now, so this is a new paragraph!" character 2 added.
Other than the dialogue, y'all are doing great.
3. CAPITALIZATION!! Capitalize the first letter of each sentence, character names, place names (named buildings, countries, cities, etc.). Please. I totally get if you don't normally type using capital letters, but your amazing writing isn't a text to your friends, it's a story. I'm one of those weird people who uses proper grammar even when I'm texting my friends, so it's not that hard for me to switch, but I get it if it is.
4. ITALLIC DIALOGUE?? Now this is me being hella petty, but I've seen a lot of fics where the dialogue is italicized.
"Like this," character 1 said.
I mean, It's not terrible, I'm just not used to it. And again, this is me being VERY petty. This literally does not matter.
Again, I love all of you, no matter if you do these things that bother me or not. I promise I am just a petty bitch. You're amazing and I love you. 💜
