{In between missions wylan and jesper go out they happen to both be eyeing this woman they find perticularly intriguing}
Warnings; a tinnyyyy bit suggestive, sex mentioned (no smut), y/n is used once
Jesper and Wylan decided to bar hop. Given their freedom for the day, it seemed like the perfect time to spend go out together rather than anticipating the next mission. They find a seat at the bar and people watch for some time. You however, caught their attention. They spent the next 20 minutes talking about you, trying to read what you were thinking. Until Wylan became uneasy,
"No I don't like this it makes me feel like a gross man not a respectable one" he shakes his head and shifts his weight back on his barstool.
"You worry far too much about what people think. Whats really creepy is us staring..."
"I wonder why shes alone in a bar like this, now that I think about it its starting to get dark out" as the sun began to set the bar swarmed with is usual crowd of men.
“I'll get her over here I think she'd be safer. I think I still got some smooth talk left in me.” Jesper tilts his head down slightly and gives a mischievous smile. Wylan sighs and turns to face the bar.
“That sounds like you're going to kidnap her. Actually, IM quite good at impressing people myself.” He catches a glance at you before turning his head back to Jesper.
“I bet you are mr i can play the flute and piano and mix chemicals and-“
“I get it Jes... but seriously let me have a try at it”
“Fine. Don’t blow it for us though ” he used his fingers to motion ’im watching you’ as Wylan makes his way to your table, he approaches you with a smile on his face. You set your drink down and look him up and down.
“Who are you?”
“Im Wylan” he holds his hand out for you to rest yours upon, then gently kisses your hand while holding eye contact
“Are you always like this?” He laughs and grabs the chair next to you
“may i?” You kick the chair out from under the table and motion for him to sit. From across the bar Jesper is watching carefully trying to read lips, he turns to the bartender and asks
“Does she look like shes uncomfortable or undressing him with her eyes?” The bartender shrugged at him. You took in wylans features trying not to give an intense look as he spoke.
“Actually I’m not always like this, I don’t really like going up to people but how could I catch a glance at you and not want to know you” his hair bounced subtly as he spoke. He seemed eager yet anxious at the same time, it was hard to tell whether he was lying or not to get in your pants. His tone remained gentle and clear, but he struggled with eye contact during his introduction.
“Well, wylan, I appreciate you coming over. Do you know how pathetic it is to sit in here alone all evening. I was hoping someone would notice me, its been a rough day. I'm y/n by the way” you noticed his eyes glistening while you spoke, he listened with such intent to your every word. To him, your voice was like sweets, he felt entranced by it and never wanted you to stop talking to him, The same way he adored Jesper and his constant remarks. He needed your company. His eyes were so distracting you almost didn’t notice jesper approaching your table. He became impatient at the bar and decided he should intervene. Though he did trust Wylan, he’s not necessarily a womanizer. Realizing you were done talking and he had been staring, Wylans eyes widened before he responded
“I actually only hang out here when my boyfriend is here, speaking of…” Jesper leaned his weight on one side, his hand on his hip. You look back and forth between the two. Your heart is pounding overwhelmed by the fact two attractive men are in close proximity. Jesper clicked his teeth twice and winked at you in a joking manner, it was rare he found himself nervous but seeing you up close only made him more flustered.
“Ooo someones got caught” you whisper to wylan, loud enough for jesper to hear. Your heart is racing, you feel guilty letting yourself fawn over someone's partner.
“Actually I sent him over here, can’t let him take all the credit of course” you nervously laughed taking another big gulp of your drink from earlier.
“Well since I’m standing, let me get you another one love” he takes your glass and rushes back to the bartender
“She wasn’t being harassed she actually looks quite flustered, its working! Oh and refill this please, im not entirely sure what it was but just fill it i need to get back”
Meanwhile you had lots more questions for wylan
“Did he actually send you over? Is this some sick game? You know if you wanted someone to play with theres brothels for that. Coming over to butter you up to be a toy for the night.” wylan’s gaze softens and he leans forward towards you, elbows on his knees. He has a slight panic in his eyes watching you unravel everything in front of him. he wanted to take your hands but had learned the hard way that not everyone responds well to strangers grabbing them.
“Listen I understand and I am really sorry but I did not come to you for any other reason than your beauty and your charm. We’ve been paying you a bit of extra attention since you walked in and from what we can tell you're independent, gorgeous, and have been kind to everyone you’ve interacted with. I'm sure Jesper could say the same but I truly want to know you. We have some lore I think you'd find rather charming as well if you give us the chance. I promise this isn't a game or a test or a hookup. I am far past those days, I like things that are real and not temporary whether it's a friendship or something more intimate.” You leaned in same as he did so your faces are about an inch apart,
“I find it hard to believe that two beautiful men, already in a relationship, have a common interest in me besides sex. I came here because I felt I had nobody, but something in my brain said hey if you put out, the world will give. And here you come giving me everything a girl could dream. I don't want temporary people either. Especially if i'm some sort of experiment...” As if prompted, Jesper appeared back at the table, you both turned your heads to look up at him and he smirked at the image it put in his head. You sat up and faced Jesper. “...See, I can practically read your thoughts.” Wylan also turned to Jesper with pleading eyes, begging him to not mess this up.
"Thats a lot coming from you, I can tell you're thinking the same thing. You know maybe we could be your experiment." Wylan rolls his eyes and starts getting up ready to accept defeat. You zone out for a moment considering your response.
"Would it make me a harlot if I didn't hate the idea?" You tilted your head slightly with puppy dog eyes looking up at Jesper. You'd never considered being in this exact situation, who are you to shut them out when he was right, it could go both ways. And as much as you wanted to stomp out of the bar upset with them you couldn't help but find yourself imagining what they're like outside of this setting, what are their hobbies, what they do for work, who their friends are, their dynamic with each other. You wanted to be apart of it.
“What? The idea of your boyfriends being boyfriends? You say the word and were yours” you look back and forth between them, Wylan's holding Jesper's hand to ease his nerves. While Jesper smiles down at you, eyebrows raised waiting for a response
“Sure" you hold your hand out and Jesper helps you out your seat.
A/n; Throuple content as promised, might be a mini series if y'all like it! I’m working on my characterization & again I’m new to writing grishaverse so spare me pls. also catch that hadestown reference :3
Could I please request a Jesper Johansson x f! Reader? Ik it's a bit late (Christmas was like 3 days ago) but there's literally no fanfics of him and I'm struggling 😭🙏🏽
under a mistletoe — jesper johansson x fem!reader
i agree !! there's literally nothing about him :((
thank you so much for your request! hope you like it <3
It's a bit short and again, i rlly hope you like it !
fluff, use of y/n and a bit short!
You've never seen this island so alive, so illuminated.
Since you can remember, Smeerensburg was a place extremely cold, where erratic behavior and fights were the breakfast of every day until now.
You opened the windows with a strange calm, letting in the warm rays of the sun that managed to counteract the typical intense cold of the place but this time, there were no fights, or weapons and bodies flying.
"Good Morning!" The voice of an infant made you look out your window, lowering your gaze.
"Oh hi, sweetie, something you want?" A kind, non-irritating tone of voice now comes from your lips every day. The little girl kindly asked for a cake and you nodded.
As you entered your home to take out the freshly baked cake, you heard the screams of many kids echoing to the kitchen and the voice of that blond who, you could not deny, changed the entire atmosphere of the island. You smiled and carefully took the plate with the cake in your hands, heading back to the window.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll give him your letters" The blond answered, taking all the cards that were extended to him. "Here, sweetie" The postman turned to look at you as you carefully placed the cake into the girl's tiny hands and received the money.
All the kids had gone, leaving you alone with the postman. Putting your elbows and arms on the frame of your big window you looked at him and he approached the window.
"a lot of work, postman?" A smile curved on your lips, he let out a chuckle.
"Yeah but i'm already used to it" and the both of you stared at each other.
You still remembered how the two of you had met.
All for that bell.
The loud sound of the knife blade digging into the wooden desk top, cutting into the fish, made you jump a little from your spot. Your gaze went to the blonde who, with a frown, continued to cut at the fish.
"And will you buy or not?" Alva's deep voice made you smile a little, you denied. "I just came to see you, you're the only friend I have here"
"And Mogens?"
"He's not here or at least not as usual" She smiled.
She walked away from the desk and left, but not before telling you that she was going to check out something to eat for both of you.
Everything was going relatively well, the smell of fish was starting to irritate you and make you dizzy but you didn't want to be so bad as to leave Alva, especially since she had the warmth to share something to eat with you.
Until the battle bell rang.
An exhausted sigh left your lips, screams and blows echoed throughout the place to the school, well, to the fish market if you can give it a name. There came a point where your consciousness was no longer present, it was almost your technique to be able to get through each day in this place, actually, Alva and you were planning to leave Smeerensburg, you both have been saving for a while now.
But the sound of a door abruptly opening and closing made your eyes snap open and your plane of consciousness returned to your boring reality.
"Oh thank god, you're the one in charge or-"
"Come to the counter, i'll be right back" Alva's voice reached his ears.
"A new postman? What a determination" Your voice sounded sarcastic, which made him roll his eyes. "Why does everyone find it as a joke?"
"Well any postman ran away from here and honestly, i don't judge them" The chair creaked as you moved on it, the sound of the small heels of your boots echoing on the old wooden floor made him step back a little.
"(y/n) and you?" He lowered his gaze and saw your hand extended in his direction and, with certain distrust, he took your hand and shook it "Jesper, Jesper Johansson"
"So a new postman, huh?" You both turned your attention to the blonde woman, you nodded. "Yeah! not a client i guess" You smiled somewhat tired as you held a part of the house and Alva the things on the desk and part of a roof, at first Jesper saw this so weird until a big shake moved everything inside by most likely someone falling from the roof, Jesper looked so horrified.
"This is a thing of all days?" "Kinda" Alva and you said in unison.
The blonde took a few steps inspecting the place, he looked with disgust at the hanging fishes and their smell was strong, sometimes you wondered how Alva can handle the smell.
"This is supposed to be a school, where at the kids?" And was like that question turned on a little flame inside Alva.
You didn't know at what moment Alva was now dangerously approaching Jesper, you just watched the scene amused as you sat on the old chair. Sometimes you curse a little your constant habit of just lost in your thoughts, forgetting all your surroundings.
A hand in your shoulder made you get out of your trance completely, when you raise your gaze the figure of Mogens came across, who was more entertained than you watching the scene.
"There you are, postman!" Mogens exclaimed. "Morning, Miss Alva"
"Mogens"
"Long time to not see you" Feeling the gazes of the three of them, you pressed your lips together and moved somewhat uncomfortably in the chair. "Nevermind"
"How can i forget about you?" The black haired man put his arm around your shoulders. "What's my name?" A silence invaded. "You forgot, right?" "Yup" You rolled your eyes and stared disinterestedly at a fixed point.
"Well, back to the point, i saved the best for last!"
Alva released Jesper from the tight grip on his uniform and he quickly walked towards Mogens, already quite tired and scared of the whole place.
"Bye Bye, Jesper, good luck" The before mentioned turned his gaze seeing your figure leaning on the door frame while you waved your hand. Well, One thing he can admit is that your gaze showed honesty and complement with your words.
"Goodbye, (y/n)" The corner of his lips raised slightly and also raising his hand slightly in unison.
Now the two of you were in the center, where everything was decorated with lights, the kids running and playing, the food stalls, materials and even clothing were open and transmitted a kinder and less cold aura.
Your shawl covered your shoulders and a little of your chest, despite the beautiful visual field transmitted, the cold couldn't counteract it. The two of you walked almost in unison, seeing the whole place with the great radical change.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jesper saw you when you started to speak, a lock of your hair slipped from your low ponytail, covering your face a little.
"Absolutely" A gawky voice came out of his lips but as he opened his eyes completely, you blinked three times in a row at his tone but you let out a laugh. "what was that tone, huh?" "What tone? I'm just talking as usual" Jesper stepped forward with a smile letting you a little far but without undoing your smile, you reached him.
The laughs couldn't go away, your eyes met almost as if a magnet was bringing them together again and again. Little snowflakes fell from the sky to land on your clothes, melting away as did immediate contact.
The lively music was starting to slow down but with a steady rhythm, couples were starting to get closer, sharing their warmth. Something that didn't escape Jesper's notice. For a moment he looked at you as you looked tenderly at the other couples, "It's all or nothing!" he thought.
"(Y/N) I..." You looked at him, he felt a piece of saliva slide with difficulty through his throat when he saw your face illuminated warmly by the lights, your eyes like stars shining when you saw him and your lips... oh your lips that he wanted a few months ago take. "You, Jesper?" you smiled.
Jesper looked sideways at the other couples and they all shared something in common, they were under mistletoe that served as decoration! He turned his attention back to you, taking your hands in his.
"I" smiled nervously. "You know that people say is that if two people really like each other, i mean, i'm not saying exactly us, right? But they say that if two people who, mainly like each other, stand under a mistletoe, have to kiss" he felt like his body heat increased in each word that he said.
"Jesper" Now it was you who took his hands in yours. "If you wanted to kiss me and confess you just had to tell me" he smiled and let out a little chuckle.
"Well, so that's a...?" He narrowed his eyes, playing a little. "A yes, postman"
You couldn't continue playing when you felt a hand briefly run along your jaw and cheek to the back of your neck with some hair caught in his fingers and the other on your waist, pushing your body gently against his and your lips merging with his. Something you could be thankful for at this moment, is that your consciousness was present, enough to be able to memorize his lips, his touch, his aroma, the moment.
"I told you, those were going to end up together" laughed in low Alva drinking hot chocolate, extending her hand to Mogens who handed her coins.
Coming back to the two of you, you both were so immersed in that kiss that you hadn't noticed that the other married couples had imitated the same thing as both of you: kissing under a mistletoe.
The One Where Kaz Brekker Considers His Life Choices
Summary: Kaz Brekker is a deadly Barrel Boss who has the most dangerous task at hand... To deal with the chaotic shenanigans that you pull with the Crows.
Pairing: Kaz Brekker X Reader, Six of Crows X Platonic! Reader.
Warnings: Lots of humour, fluff, chaotic energy of our Crows.
A/N: So I'm down with a terrible cold and fever and in my delirium, I came up with this story inspired by John Oliver and B99. I hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Happy reading!
"Dammit." muttered Kaz under his breath as he searched for your face through the Crow Club because he was a hundred percent certain that you were responsible for his present headache as he controlled himself "No, I love Y/N, she's my friend, she's my friend who is good at her job..."
Kaz was fairly certain he looked like a lunatic but finally he spotted you at the Crows private table laughing with your friends.
He marched up to you with his stony expression as he overheard Jesper announcing his plans "I think I might customize my revolvers."
Wylan immediately interjected "What? How are you going to do that?"
"I was thinking really bright colours like purple,pink and orange to match my outfits and maybe engrave my name." said Jesper thoughtfully while all of them rolled their eyes and laughed "I mean, it's going to be so much fun!"
"Oh yes! So fun! Absolutely fun!" you mocked Jesper in a high pitched tone as you smirked at him "Or when you commit murderer, a grave oversight on your part. Good news Chief, we found Fahey's revolvers at the murder scene."
Jesper stuck out his tongue at you childishly while you replied sarcastically "We do not know what motivated him to go on a killing spree but he had a lot of fun with it."
Kaz stood behind you "Y/L/N"
"Ah Kaz, you're looking very happy today." said Nina brightly as she greeted him infuriatingly "Let us guess what happened based on your facial expression. You got offered a job with a lot of Kruge and high stakes?"
Inej joined in the fun "Pekka Rollins finally died?"
Maththias' smirked "He found a life of charity and prayer."
Everyone nodded in agreement and Wylan grinned "He's about to reveal that he's actually Nikolai Lantsov!"
"Saints! Wylan, he's about to reveal that he's secretly married to me and has secretly raised my baby!" cried Jesper dramatically as Kaz thought of resignation from this life.
"All of these options is probable. But I know the Captain. He's having a meltdown." you announced dramatically exasperating Kaz who hadn't got one word in since this conversation started.
Matthias looked at you pointedly and then at Kaz "What are you talking about? The demjin looks the same as he always does."
"To you perhaps. But I have mastered the art of reading his emotions. His lips are tightly sealed, he's gripping onto his cane as if he's trying to control himself and he's blinking at his three second intervals as opposed to his nine." you observed Kaz closely with a knowing smile surprising Kaz who was tongue tied and speechless that you could easily read him "Therefore, he's having a meltdown!"
Wylan intervened as he shook his head at you fondly "That seems excessive."
You grinned "No, I'm impressive."
Nina knew that you were telling the truth based on Kaz' heartbeat she heard as she queried sweetly "So Waffles, is everything okay?"
Kaz glared at Nina and then at you "No. I'm having a meltdown."
Wylan and Matthias gasped at you as if you were a Saint "Wow."
Kaz decided to speak before anyone could interfere "Who the hell is responsible for the mess?"
"You have to be more specific about which mess given out daily life experience." retorted Nina sassily.
Kaz eyebrows furrowed deeply "Alright. The slogan outside the Crow Club and the Slat? Who did it?"
There was silence as everyone pointed toward you who looked unremorseful as you smirked at Kaz who was fuming in rage as he turned his dangerous gaze upon you "As I suspected. Now you better have a goddamn good reason as to why you would do such a silly, stupid, idiotic act?"
You looked completely calm for a person who was about to feel Kaz Brekker's wrath "Clear communication and marketing to our customers."
Kaz couldn't quite comprehend what you said as he stuttered "Excuse me?"
"Well Kaz, to tell you the truth, people in Ketterdam weren't really clear on where we were coming from... you know our main objective as to why we steal,maim and kill so much." you explained nonchalantly and calmly that made Kaz feel as if he was the idiot in this conversation. "So we put up a slogan to educate everyone in Ketterdam, our objective in pursuing destruction and crime."
"It's rather a genius slogan, Y/N." praised Inej with a kind smile "The ones we came up with were sloppy and funny but Y/N understood the assignment."
Kaz realized that you had come up with the goddamn slogan yourself as he literally let out all his exasperation out "Yes but did the slogan of the Dregs have to be BECAUSE DEATH IS THE UNDENIABLE FUEL OF LIFE!'"
"I think it's very classy, professional and straightforward conveying the necessary message." commented Matthias with honest admiration for your work and grinned at how red the demjin was "People won't like it but at least they'll understand and respect where you come from."
All of them exchanged mischievous glances as they saw Kaz close to spontaneously combusting and had to hand it to you. This was the best prank they played on Kaz and honestly at this point, you should be appointed as the Prank master General of the Dregs.
"I can't believe you would do something so stupid!" burst out Kaz in despair and anger.
You remained completely unfazed while Nina, Matthias, Wylan, Jesper and Inej snickered in unison "Can't you?"
"Shut it! I know you lot encouraged her to do this." snapped Kaz in frustration as he pointed at the rest of his friends who grinned
Kaz looked at you once again as he took a deep breath "And why did you place this slogan in bright and glittering colours as bright as Jesper's irritating fashion sense?"
"Because people are more attracted to bright colours and like glitter. Like if I saw that message in black, I'd be afraid but since it's in pretty bold sparkling colours, everyone kind of digs it." you said smartly while the rest of the Crowd clapped proudly for you "They are not like afraid. They are more like... Oh my god Kaz Brekker is about to murder me. Go right ahead Kazzle Dazzle, just whack me -"
"Alright thank you, that's enough." interrupted Kaz hastily and briskly because he did not want to hear the end of the sentence.
Amidst the Crows loud laughter, Jesper hooted "They're like... I'd die for Kaz Brekker and honestly he'll let me. Brutal!"
"The way I consider murder illegal but if Kaz Brekker is doing it, make me the victim." replied Wylan with a teasing smirk.
"CHOKE ME TO DEATH DADDY BREKKER, HALLELUJAH!" you yelled loudly as you raised your glass while Kaz was completely red in the face, embarrassed by his friends drunk shenanigans and chaotic energies.
"Daddy... It's a kink isn't it? It's like a paternal thing?" explained Nina with a wink to Maththias' who had inquired about it.
"Alright Freud." retorted Kaz rolling his eyes at Nina who laughed as he hoped to shut down this conversation quickly "I don't understand why you chose that particular slogan. It sounds like an excerpt from a letter of a serial killer!"
You looked at Kaz with a deadpanned expression "How many killings does it take for a person to be a serial killer?"
Kaz was slightly taken aback but answered nevertheless "Er... Five?"
"Great. We're all serial killers." sighed Jesper dramatically as he looked pointedly at Kaz who obviously had the highest body count.
"Not me." stated Wylan with an innocent smile.
"Bitch please!" chorused everyone together in disbelief as they glared at Wylan who was hiding a grin and you added "You have the second highest body count and you're relatively new."
Jesper grinned as he placed a kiss on Wylan "Well that's my man! He's spectacular at everything he does!"
Kaz gave up. There was no point talking to you.
"Fine. Those slogans are to be taken down tonight -" began Kaz when Rotty came toward them
"Sorry to interrupt boss but there are more than eighteen people and some other gang members queued outside waiting to be initiated as part of the Dregs."
You smirked into your drink as you heard Kaz retort "What is the meaning of this?"
"Uh... The new slogan is real popular boss. People want to be part of the Dregs because we showed them out vision and they like it." said Rotty vibrating in excitement "Also, the customers are pouring in more boss! I think it's the glitter they like -"
"Thank you Rotty. I'll attend to it. Dismissed." said Kaz as he felt your infuriating and insufferable smirk burn a hole through his skull.
"Oh Captain... I believe it's time to say those very special words." you crooned sweetly as you watched Kaz' lips twitch once.
"Y/L/N... you're a genius." stated Kaz in a deadpanned expression and watched in amusement as you nearly choked on your drink while the rest of the Crows were checking their drinks for toxin trips.
You squealed in delight "OH MY GOD! YOU ACTUALLY SAID IT! IT'S REAL!"
"I heard you practicing it to yourself in your room last night." said Kaz calmly and deadpanned as he smirked at how your enthusiasm slightly faded but you were still grinning.
You nodded "That makes more sense. So are you like now going to give me a raise, or a -"
"You're an idiot, Y/N." said Kaz with a subtle exasperated and amused smile and walked away.
"THANK YOU? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY THANK YOU CROWFATHER!" you yelled out loud in exasperation and amusement as everyone laughed.
Inej smiled "Honestly, I didn't expect the prank to turn into something profitable."
Jesper frowned slightly "Yeah it kind ruins it all, doesn't it?"
"Never fear my friends. Kaz is a prankster's delight." you replied with a delightful smile, mischief glinting in your eyes.
Before anyone could ask what you meant, Kaz Brekker's mad voice rumbled across the Crow Club "Y/N Y/L/N! WHAT ARE ALL THESE CONGRATULATORY LETTERS I'VE RECEIVED FROM DIGNITARIES ALL OVER THE WORLD ABOUT THE FACT THAT I AM TO BE MARRIED TO THAT STRUTTING PEACOCK ZOYA NAZALENZKY AT THE CHURCH OF BARTER IN KETTERDAM IN TWO DAYS?"
"What?" exclaimed Jesper in amazement
Nina, Wylan, Inej and you exchanged amused stares "Who's going to tell him Zoya is in on this and is actually coming here tonight?"
"You know what, never change, Y/N." said Matthias looking at you affectionately and then looked alarmed because he saw the demjin marching toward you "But you better run or you'll be in trouble with the demjin!"
"Trouble?" you laughed as you winked at your friends "You're only in trouble if you are caught!"
Kaz caught you before you could flee "Gotcha!"
"I'm in trouble." you mumbled and then grinned widely at Kaz Brekker who looked like a bull who had just been kicked as you bit him making him let go of you and you took off running "Congratulations on your nuptials, Captain! You're going to be a lovely bride!"
Kaz x Jesper x reader that doesn’t like being touched for long periods of time
Baby Steps
kaz x fem!reader x jesper
warnings: touch aversion, comfort?
a/n: i didn’t really know how to put this into a story so i decided to do headcannons, im sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind!
- There would be so much understanding from both of them in my opinion.
- Since Kaz himself has a strong aversion to touch he wouldn’t even be approaching you with touch anyway.
- Kaz would 100% be dumbfounded.
- He’d never encountered someone who shared his condition and he’d silently appreciate the fact that you’d never expect him to work on his aversion in order to be with you. That you’d never pressure him into anything or expect a lot in terms of physical intimacy.
- But you both shared the frustrations.
- When the other person is looking absolutely gorgeous beyond words and all you want to do is hug them, to play with their hair, kiss them etc. Having a hollow feeling inside when Jesper would be so overly affectionate when around everyone else but feel like he had to change how he acted when it came to the two of you.
- You never wanted him to change. Neither did Kaz. As much as he acts as if Jespers over the top self annoyed him, he more so envied him. Jesper never has to worry, he doesn’t need stupid gloves every day to keep him calm. He can drink and eat anything without feeling like the world is crushing down on him.
- He doesn’t look in the mirror and loathe.
- But what he hates most of all is that he can touch you. And Kaz can’t.
- You hadn’t had a traumatic background that had scarred you to the point of aversion and panic attacks.
- At times touch just became too much. Your senses would feel as if they were on fire. Like anything touching you felt as if bugs were crawling all over you. You could handle smaller things in smaller batches.
- It was nowhere near as intense as Kaz but it happened usually during the day. You’d be holding hands with Jesper and you’d suddenly drop his hand and walk with distance between the two of you.
- During the start of your relationship you hadn’t told either of them.
- So imagine Jespers surprise when you swatted his hand away whilst the three of you were in Kaz’s office.
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“What was that for!” Jesper yelled as he cradled his hand. You frowned, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” Jesper tilted his head, “Is this for eating your chicken last night? I am sorry you know, but it smelt, amazing.” He dragged out.
“No that’s- you ate my food? I blamed Matthias! Poor guy was as red as the blood on Kaz’s cane.”
Kaz glimpsed down at his cane, he cleaned it everyday, not a speck of blood, poor analogy.
“It’s just, sometimes when I’m being touched, I have to pull away. I don’t know how to explain it but I just, sometimes it’s too much and I can’t handle it. I’m sorry if that disappoints you-”
“Don’t apologise for it. I don’t.”
You smiled gratefully at Kaz as he made eye contact with you. Jesper rested his hand by yours on the desk, “You don’t have to force anything. If you feel like pulling away, pull away. Thank you for telling us, I promise you don’t have to. Not like Kaz makes any effort to touch me, it’s been a long time.”
“Say one more word and I’ll tell her about Milo.”
Jesper gasped as he brought his hand to his heart, “I’m proud of Milo. Whatever makes you think I wouldn’t tell anyone about my baby?”
“Who’s Milo?”
“Milo is Jes’s-”
Jesper shot up from his seat and pointed accusingly at Kaz.
“Don’t you dare!”
-
As frustrating it was for Jesper to have not one, but two partners with aversions he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
He loved you both and you’d work on your barriers together,
Pairing - Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader
Summary - For the Crow's next job, they're in need of a pirate; Kaz tracks down you. But despite being the man to hire you, he's having a hard time trusting you.
Warnings - mentions of violence, alcohol, sickness, I have no idea how ships work but I did my best at writing it.
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There weren't many people Kaz Brekker trusted. In fact, when he thought on it, there was about zero people in which he trusted. Everyone he strung into his heists were a risk. He just made logical, pragmatic decisions on choosing who posed least threat. For awhile, that had consisted of Jesper and Inej. But with their newest heist, they were going to need a little more manpower than just the trio. More importantly, they were going to need a ship and a captain. In short, Kaz was going to need a pirate.
Through searching all of Ketterdamn, he located the least risk. Though, still a great risk: You.
Living in Ketterdamn meant you knew all about Kaz Brekker. And quite honestly, the stories told of him made sure you stayed away from his schemes and his need to fill his pockets with kruge. But he certainly knew how to make a deal.
"200 kruge." He had offered.
You looked at him through narrow eyes. In the midst of the Crow Club (something you too had consciously steered away from), you sat across from the man. The black sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his brows menacing as he slicked his hair back from his face. He was leaning as far back in his chair as he could, not making a move other than his lips. But you moved forward. Your elbows hit the woods of the table which was situated between the two of you. "You've told me nothing. I can't agree to anything yet." You scoffed at the way the man was playing this.
His eyes gave a glare but you doubted he didn't ever drop such glare. "You'll get more information when I know you're on board with this." He planned.
"I don't even know how far I'm taking you."
"As far as 200 kruge is worth." He said before standing abruptly, taking his cane back into his hold. But he didn't turn. Not right away. His glare burned down onto you as you stared up at him, trying to work out the thoughts which were stringing together in his mind. "I need an answer by dawn." With that, he left.
You stayed glued to that table in the Crow Club for the remainder of the night. Nursing a pint of ale, running through what was to gain by working with Kaz Brekker. And honestly, the decision to turn up the next day had come from a feeling of curiosity rather than searching for the need for another job. You had enough contenders when it came looking for kruge - but this was drowning in enigma, reeling you in like a fish a hook and you couldn't seem to resist.
Within six hours, as dawn hit and the sun danced in the sky once again, the Crow Club was nowhere near as busy. In fact, it was empty. Well, apart from the three figures that were crowded around a small table, papers littered between them. For a moment, you watched from afar, wondering if you might be able to catch word of their schemes. But you had failed. It didn't take long, just a footstep too loud for Inej to snap around. Her eyes gazed over you, narrow just like the way you looked to Kaz the night before; trying to figure you out.
Her head lifted as the two boys turned their heads to look at her. No one said anything at first but the air seemed filled with unspoken words. Then Kaz dragged himself up to his feet, "You came." He observed.
You didn't reply straight away. Instead, you took the next step down, continuing your walk across to where the trio were crowded. And you didn't say anything until your feet stopped, right in front of them. "A job's a job," You paused, jolting your gaze to Inej and Jesper. "Right?"
Kaz was watching you with careful eyes like he was watching a predator; one of which was unpredictable. And when you wandered around the table, passing Inej and Jesper, he didn't stop you. Your eyes danced between the papers, head tilted as you attempted to connect the dots in front of you. No one stopped you. So you reached your hand out, grasping one of them which provided you with the most information. "Erm," Called Jesper as he watched you. "Is she allowed to look at them?" He gazed back at his boss who gave no indication of not, so you continued.
You found yourself picking up a map with a red circle drawn around a certain town, "Caryeva?" You read the town out. And then you looked up, meeting directly with the eyes of Kaz Brekker. "That's where you want to go. Why?"
"It doesn't matter why, your job is to get us there." The man argued.
A huff fell from your lips as you dropped the paper back to the table, "You said I'd get more information when I was on board with this." You recalled.
Kaz gestured his hand to the paper you had just dropped, "That was your information." He said. "And from what I've heard, you don't quite possess much of a moral standing so I doubt it would matter if we told you our intentions or not." He went on - something of which you couldn't argue against. So, instead, you kept quiet. He took a step forward, facing you between the table with Inej and Jesper still lazily sat, looking up at the two like a fight was about to break out. Kaz reached for his pocket, pulling out a sachel. A heavy sachel which clanked against the wood of the table when it dropped. "That's 100. You'll get the rest when the job is done and you're still alive."
You didn't need to say anything; your glare did it all. But Kaz turned his back with that, walking away as you watched. And for a long moment, you stood there, gazing between the sachel and the empty space where Kaz had been standing. Both Inej and Jesper were awaiting what decision you made. They didn't quite care if they were honest. They needed a captain (and the ship that came with them), but that didn't exactly mean they needed you. But alas, your hand reached out, taking the kruger and leaving the Crow Club to await further instructions.
Kaz had planned to leave that night; dark and cloudy where their dark shadows couldn't be caught heading towards the docks where you were waiting. And their friendly welcome was no different. They each wore straight lines for smiles and held their hands like they were shaking to reach for a weapon.
"We all ready?" Kaz asked as he came right to the ship where you lingered in front of.
You glanced to Jesper and Inej who were holding boxes of Saints knows what, "All ready for Caryeva. For whatever it is you need to do that you won't tell me." It was a jab that hadn't all that much bothered any of them. They would much rather keep quiet than risk having their plans leaked by a captain who couldn't keep their mouths shut. But you took a step to the side, gesturing your hand for them to step on. "All aboard." You said through a dull tone as Kaz stepped on first, his cane hitting the wood of the ship with a thud. Inej followed and then Jesper who provided a salute - the only significant sign of a welcome you had gathered so far.
The trio were very much not used to ships, to sea, to the rocking and turning. When you got onto the boat yourself, you found that a glimpse of the trio was comparable to a bunny on a battle field. This wasn't their territory and it was so very obvious. "Sleeping quarters are down there," You pointed to the left where a hatch in the floor led to the rooms underground. "Front of the ship, Captain's quarters, my quarters, are here." With that, you gestured to the front of the boat where a door led to the wheel of the ship, the driver, the navigator, the captain.
The ship wasn't a huge one that was certain, but it would get this job done. Whatever that job was of course. They dropped their boxes and you unhooked the ropes which kept the ship tied to the dock. You weren't brought away from such task until a voice spoke up, "And where exactly would one be able to find the liquor on this ship?" You turned, finding Jesper wandering a few steps towards you, eyes bright and hungry for the drink he seemed in need of. "That is, assuming there is any, of course."
You looked down over at the man, the rope hanging from your grip, "That would be in the captain's quarter." You informed.
"Jesper," Came another voice, almost like a warning. "Aren't you going to be a bit busy?" Inej was pointing to the box the boy had just dropped. There was a glint in her eye, irritated in a sense, matching the warning which had littered her tone.
But Jesper didn't seem all that bothered by the girl's words. In fact, he shrugged, already walking towards the captain's quarters. "We've got time." He concluded. "Have one drink with me, please!"
Inej sighed, dropped her box, joining the boy as they slipped into the captain's quarters. Like that, your focus was drawn back to the ropes, unhooking them all before returning to the main deck where Kaz was already watching you. "Is that okay?" He asked.
You looked to him, brow raised, "What?"
His head nodded to the room across from you, where Jesper and Inej had just entered. "Jesper and Inej." He answered.
"Oh, yeah, fine." A smile graced your lips as to offer more assurance in that. "Might loosen their lips a little, find out what you crows are up to." It was a joke but Kaz wasn't laughing. However, your words had seemed to break that stern expression which seemed stuck to his face.
"Well, I guess I won't be drinking your pirate liquor then." He said; his voice so low it had almost been a whisper, his breath brushing against your skin.
And you returned the favour as you spoke in the same whisper, "You don't know what you're missing out on." Your smile twisted into a smirk. One which clung to playfulness and bathed in mischief. And Kaz seemed utterly entranced by such, his gaze seeming to lock onto your eyes like he was holding onto your hand as he hung over a cliff.
You started walking back, going to join the two crows in the captain's quarters. Your head flipped back around when you came to note Kaz wasn't trailing behind. "You're not gonna stay out here by yourself, are you?" With one brow raised, it seemed to convince him.
The room was centred around the wheel which looked out the front of the ship. Maps were scattered everywhere, on counters which lined the walls and the main map table which was situated behind the steering wheel. The room was lit by one hanging light which was known to swing dependent on the steadiness of the tide. And as Jesper had so effortlessly got his fingers on: the liquor cabinet. Filled with fine wines and ales you had collected over your years of travelling. All of which was now being poured into the cup of a crow.
Jesper fell into the Captain's chair, swinging his legs up onto the map table as if he were at home. A sigh left his lips, "You know, maybe sea travel isn't all that bad." He observed, letting his eyes flutter close.
"That's because we haven't started moving yet." You explained, shoving his legs from the table with a gentle push while making your way behind the wheel. "Hope none of you get sea sick." And with that, you manoeuvred the boat as well as possible for a captain with no crew.
Inej took a seat across from Jesper. And, unlike he, she didn't swing her legs on top of the map table like it were a footrest. "Yeah, I don't really think drinking is gonna help with the sea sickness." She critiqued.
Jesper shrugged, the cup hovering right by his lips. "The consequences of my own actions." Like that, like it was such a spilt second matter, he took a long hard swig of the liquor. It seemed everyone but Jesper could see how this was going to end.
An hour or so had passed and you swore the boy was turning green. But he pushed through his facade, trying to keep it up until he physically couldn't. His body was swaying against the tide and he hadn't dared take any more drink from the cup. When he went to stand, it was abrupt and because of such, he had so easily almost fallen flat on his face "Woah!" He sung as Inej's hands trapped onto his shoulder in an attempt to keep him steady.
"I told you." The girl seethed, forced to keep him upright. Then she turned to you, "Where's the sleeping quarters?"
You nodded from behind the wheel, "Across the main deck, down on the bottom." And like that, the two were whisked away, leaving Kaz and yourself to your devices.
It was suddenly deathly silent. The sound of Jesper uneasy groans that once echoed the room were now absent. Instead, it was the silent tension that resided between the two of you. You had caught a glance of the man, watching as he ached over the papers in front of him. You couldn't work out if the boy was stressed or if this was his natural position. To combat the silence, you gambled your safety in speaking up, "You okay?" Surely that could do no harm.
Oh, how wrong you had been.
A huff fell from his lips as he shot the paper from his hands, "Because of Jesper's choice to get black-out drunk, it's left me to do what he was meant to." He explained, irritation dripping from his tongue.
You watched him through narrowed eyes. Just like the first time; trying to figure him out. And when you gambled your safety more, you dared to draw closer to him. "I could always help." You offered as his eyes finally fell to your figure. "Unless, of course, you don't trust me for anything other than getting you there and back."
A long moment passed. One in which you could tell Kaz was weighing up his options, working out whether this was a safe option. When the moment passed, he shoved a small wooden box across to you. "We need at least five grenades."
You tried your best to not look shocked, but you had failed in doing such. "Grenades?" You reiterated, peeking inside the box which was waiting in front of you.
Kaz looked to you, a glint in his eyes that you couldn't quite work out. "Who did you think you were working with?" Suppose he made a good point.
You glanced back at the box. Then you took one glimpse of Kaz, still bent over those papers and this planning which needed perfecting by the time they made it to the docks. With that, your hand reached in, taking the parts of the weapon which need constructing. Without a word, you did it, moulding the parts together to create some deathly weapon you had no idea were being used for. After the second one was finished, your curiosity was killing you. You checked Kaz first, checking it was safe to push this very distinct line he had drawn. But you decided to push to it. "What are the grenades for?"
He stopped. His whole body seemed to pause before he gazed over at you. "What are they usually used for?" There was still a snap in his tone but you assumed it was rare it ever left the tip of his tongue. But you took that as your answer and dipped your head back to the task at hand. Kaz had watched you. And when you came back with no quipped reply, he knew he should probably say something. And as a long moment passed and you started to accept that Kaz Brekker's friendship was not something you were about to gain, he broke the silence. "They're gonna be a distraction." He informed.
You looked up, finding his eyes already trailing you. With one brow quirked, you said, "So you're not killing people then?" You queried.
Kaz's head shook, "No. Though, I can't promise that Inej won't stab someone in the wrong place."
You dropped the equipment back in the box, letting your palms grip against the table as you stared over at the man. "And who are you distracting?" By the change in his expression, it looked as if he were hesitant. "Look, I've come this far, you may as well tell me. Even if I wanted to betray your stupid plan, three against one? I'm not that stupid."
Those words seemed to prompt something. Kaz stood from his chair, wandering around the table until he came only inches from you. "Someone stole from me." He finally informed.
"And you're going after them?" You questioned. "What'd they steal? A few knives? Some ale?"
"Doesn't matter what they stole." He told you. "You have to make an example of people."
Your head tilted, finding that this was the closest to the man you had ever been. And for some reason, that fact had erupted a swirling feeling in the pit of your stomach. Ever so close that if something were to-
The tide shifted the ship. Just a wave. But a wave which was hard enough to shift your feet as you tumbled forward. In a moment, Kaz had a hand around you and you had a hand steady on his chest. The wave passed and you steadied yourself. But neither of you dropped your touch. Instead, your eyes slowly dragged to meet his gaze which was already situated on you. And like something was washing over you, a gut instinct, you leaned in. You leaned right into his lips as they met. Such a sweet, soft kiss which had seemed to encompass the tension which had only been building since you first laid eyes on Kaz Brekker.
