The Allure Of Darkness | The Darkling

the allure of darkness | the darkling

The line between good and bad has blurred for her. Her every thought now is him; his gentle touch and hungry kiss, his whispered confessions in the dark. All she can think about is the both of them, stronger and more powerful than anything together.

word count: 4k

pairing: The Darkling x Sun Summoner!female reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ content, fxm unprotected sex, slight sub/dom dynamics (sub!reader), use of his real name, mentions of food and alcohol

a/n: honestly, just a couple of *lovesick* idiots getting down and dirty with a corruption arc for the reader, because what is hotter than being evil together? absolutely nothing. also, I have to say: I’m not excusing his actions, but this is *fiction* (and I do have a soft spot for the villains) so I had a bit of fun letting my mind run free with this. it’s all in good fun. p.s. this is on ao3 as a darklina fic if you’d rather read that!

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Wow.

𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 1 ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ #35 ↳𝟷.𝟶𝟸: 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛

It’s the eyes…isn’t it?

kaz brekker in every episode 

I’d Come For You

kaz brekker x reader - i’d come for you

summary/request: “YOUR X READER MATYR IS LITERALLY MY MOST FAVORITE THING and I absolutely adore the way you write kaz!! May I request a Kaz x fem!reader where they have a relationship and the reader is very ok with Kaz’s boundaries and doesn’t ask for more if he’s not ready to give it but she’s needed for a mission, maybe because the people trust her more because she has a trustworthy face etc and Kaz is ofc very against it but when he sees her in action, he’s surprised by how good at she is and even the main crew love her? If not that’s ok lolol”

warnings: language, mentions of blood, torture, kaz being a bit softer than usual

word count: 2.6k

Among the Dregs it was unsaid, but Kaz was hers and Y/N was his. It was a known fact, engraved in stone. They were attached at the hip constantly, except for when it came to jobs. That was when Y/N was left behind to stay at the Slat, while Kaz ventured out with his Crows.

As difficult as it was, Kaz was vehemently stubborn when it came to separating his work and his personal life. To everyone else, it seemed like an unusual move. Y/N lived at the Slat, just like every other Dreg, with the exception that she did live with Kaz. To Kaz, it was purely logical. Being the Bastard of the Barrel meant little room for mistakes and no room for weakness. And love was purely that - a weakness. Y/N had Kaz wrapped around her finger, forever willing to do her bidding. The boy knew that if someone wanted to bring him to his knees, they’d go through her. After all, it’s what he would do.

The solution was simple: separate her from his work. The rules were laid out clear, and reluctantly abided by: no joining in on jobs and no leaving the Slat without Kaz or Jesper. Although heavily restrictive, it did its job. Y/N remained safe. Kaz knew those hours where he was away on a heist, was torture for the girl. The knowledge ate away at him everytime he was away.

But Saints, was returning to her worth the unease. With her, everything felt effortless. Y/N loved him - imperfections and all. Never once did she question Kaz when he was silent, trying to search for the correct way to translate his feelings to words. She never pushed him when it came to touch, silently understanding that he just couldn’t bring himself to, no matter how much he wanted it.

To Kaz, Y/N was a perfect escape from the world around him. An escape from the horrors of the Barrel, from the responsibilities that weighed so heavily on his shoulders. With her, he could simply relax and enjoy her company, everything from comfortable silence to staying up all night chatting. Y/N was a little slice of paradise within a cruel world.

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A vast blueprint was laid upon the table before Kaz. He leaned over it, palms splayed out on either side, as his eyes searched the layout, slowly formulating a plan in his mind. Their chosen route of escape was played over and over again within his mind. Something just wasn’t right.

“We need to get past these guards, without triggering the alarms.” Jesper stated, pointing to a door on the blueprint.

“That’s the thing,” Kaz groaned, looking up at his Crows which were situated around the table, “the guards will recognize all of us. We need someone fresh.”

“We could ask one of the Dregs to join us - Rotty maybe?” Inej questioned, her eyes examining the blueprint as well.

Kaz took a step away from the table and folded his arms over his chest, “No, this is too high stakes.”

“I could do it.” Y/N quietly commented.

Kaz whipped his head around, staring at the girl that at some point had walked up behind him. He’d grown so used to her constant presence that he hardly noticed when she walked up next to him. She felt like an extension of himself, always there.

“No, absolutely not.” Kaz muttered, stubbornly shaking his head.

“Seriously Kaz, think about it.” Y/N stepped in front of him and ran her fingers over the blueprint, “The guards wouldn’t recognize me. I’m exactly who you need on the job.”

Kaz clenched his jaw and sent the girl a glare. She was being stupid. They’d mutually agreed she’d never join in on a job.

Jesper raised an eyebrow dramatically, “She’s got a point. It would work.”

Of course they’d gang up on me. Kaz sternly glared at his friend, praying the boy would take it as a signal to back off.

“This isn’t up for discussion. My answer is no and that’s final.”

He could feel sets of eyes on him as he reached forward with trembling hands and rolled up the blueprint. Y/N’s safety was the one thing Kaz was not willing to barter with. He wouldn’t take the risk and he wouldn’t allow her to either. Tucking the blueprint under his arm, Kaz started to walk off towards his office but Y/N stepped into his path, hands up.

“Kaz can we talk about this?”

For a second he faltered, looking into Y/N’s intense eyes, but then he answered, “We agreed - no jobs.”

Brushing past Y/N, he marched up the staircase, determined to throw the girl off of her ridiculous idea. Soft footsteps echoed behind him, climbing the staircase as well. Kaz flung open the heavy door to his dimly lit office and retreated inside. The room was cluttered, as it always was when he was preparing for a heist. It reflected how his mind felt, a hectic mess of thoughts, feelings, and ideas. Collapsing into the chair behind his desk, Kaz stashed the blueprint away in a drawer.

The door to his office closed with a soft thud as Y/N stepped inside, her eyes carefully examining Kaz. She was waiting for him to calm down before resuming their argument. Like a puppet master, Y/N could delicately pull his strings, convince him to see her point of view once he’d had a second to cool his flaring temper.

“I want to help. You told me just last night how important this job was. I can do this, Kaz, just trust me.” Y/N’s statement was insistent, begging for a chance.

Kaz sighed and ran one gloved hand through his hair, “The job is not important.”

Y/N walked forward and leaned against Kaz’s desk, pointing an accusatory finger at him as she spoke, “Do not lie to me Kaz. You said last night this job is big, a boat load of kruge big. It’s worth the risks.”

“No amount of kruge is worth more than your life.” Kaz simply replied, but his voice was strained, raspy with emotion. Sitting up straighter in his chair, he clasped both hands over the crow’s head and appraised the girl.

She was fiery, her eyes passionately ablaze as she argued her case, “Saints Kaz, let me do something for once!” Y/N threw her hands into the air, animatedly moving them as she spoke, “You keep me holed up in here as though the moment I walk out that door someone would shoot me dead.”

Kaz abruptly rose from his chair and menacingly loomed over the girl, “You don’t get it. Men out there do want you dead. They want me and the little empire I’ve built to crumble. What’s the fastest way to bring a man to his knees?”

The question was open ended, sitting heavily in the air as Y/N fumbled for an answer. Unsatisfied with her silence, Kaz turned away with a tut and walked over to a window, overlooking the dark but lively streets of the city.

“You do it by finding his pressure points, his weakness. I’ve fought tooth and nail to exterminate every possible thing that could be used as leverage against me, except for you. Y/N, loving you is the only weakness I have.”

Kaz could barely make out their reflections in the dark window pane, but he could see her slowly approaching him. Glancing over his shoulder, their eyes met, silently trying to figure each other out.

Y/N’s voice was soft as she spoke, “We can’t hide away in here forever. I have to live Kaz.”

“They’d take you Y/N, keep you as ransom, torture or…” Kaz’s voice trailed off as he turned to face her. His chest felt heavy with the burden of translating his thoughts into words. “I can’t lose you.”

“But you’d come for me, find me, even if they’d hidden me away.” Y/N softly reached out and straightened the lapel of his jacket, her fingers ever so softly trailing along the hem.

With a trembling hand, Kaz touched her. His gloved fingers wrapped around her hand and moved it over his chest until they reached the spot where they could both feel his heart erratically thumping. Y/N stared up at him, hope filling her eyes as she waited for his response with bated breath.

“Always. Even if I was bleeding out, dying, taking in my last breath, I’d come for you. I’ll always come for you. I’d give anything to get you back: throw away my fortune, the Crow Club, and any chance I have at bringing down Pekka while I’m at it. Nothing matters more to me than you.”

Each word was spoken deliberately, a promise that nothing would stand between them - ever. The idea of Y/N gone, taken and played with like a pawn, made Kaz’s stomach lurch. He wouldn’t allow it - not now, not ever. Y/N wasn’t a plaything, a route for quick revenge, but that’s how they saw her. The dirty men of the Barrel didn’t look upon the couple with a smile, instead Kaz knew they looked on with a smirk, greed flooding their mind.

“And I’d do the same for you, nothing could keep me from coming back to you. But I want to join in on this job. Please, Kaz.”

How could he say no when she looked up at him like that? Looked at him like he was something extraordinary, like Kaz himself had hung the very moon in the sky who’s light now trickled through the window. She viewed him as a far better person than he truly was, Kaz knew that. But the way she gazed into his eyes, made him think that perhaps Kaz Rietveld was still lurking somewhere deep inside, that he wasn’t yet truly and wholly Kaz Brekker.

For a long time, he liked to think that the old Kaz was out there dead, floating in the ocean, tossed around in the waves, right beside Jordie. That he’d risen from his own ashes like a phoenix, and recreated himself, forged the legend that surrounded his name. Kaz knew it wasn’t true the moment Y/N wormed herself into his life. The piece of him that was so desperate to keep Y/N safe, was the same piece still mourning the death of his brother.

Looking down at Y/N, Kaz felt numb. He didn’t want to lose another person to the horrors of the city. It simply wasn’t an option, Kaz knew he’d snap if something happened to his girl. But keeping her cooped up inside wasn’t an option either. As per usual, she was right. She needed to live.

“Okay, you can come along. But you have to take shooting lessons with Jesper. I can’t have you walking into a heist with no way to defend yourself.”

Speaking those words, a deep feeling of dread settled into the bottom of Kaz’s stomach, but the wide grin splayed across Y/N’s face made it all worth it.

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“I’m telling you she’s good. Of course we had a few stray bullets,” Jesper waved his hands in the air to demonstrate his point, “but other than that, Y/N’s a lethal shot.”

“Thrilling.” Kaz muttered in response.

Together the three accomplices trekked down the dimly lit hallway, hurrying towards their exit.

“If you two don’t shut up, the guards will find us.” Inej complained, slinking along in the shadows.

Kaz’s heart felt as though it was in his throat. With every step, he thought only of her. She was waiting for them at the exit, ready to distract the guards and if the worst happened, knock them out. His chest felt tight as he held his breath as they neared the doors.

Two hefty guards were stationed in front of the dark oak doors that led to an outside courtyard. The very last hurdle. Hiding behind the last corner of the hallway, they huddled together and occasionally peeked around the corner. Quietly, Kaz pulled his pocket watch out. Almost time.

A resounding knock echoed on the other side of the door, paired with Y/N exclaiming, “Help! Please I’m injured.”

The guards grumbled for a moment before tugging open the heavy doors. Peeking around the corner, Kaz could see Y/N now standing in the doorway, slightly hunched over and clutching her side that was covered in blood. Fake blood of course. Y/N played her part impressively well. Portraying the image of an injured young woman, she pulled the gullible guards aside, luring them to a dark alley where she claimed to have been attacked.

As the guards disappeared out of the doorway, Kaz and the Crows crept out from their hiding spot, dashing for the doors. The nipping Kerch wind whipped around them once they stepped over the threshold. It felt so wonderful to be out, to have successfully completed the heist. Now, there was only to wait for Y/N’s return at the rendezvous point.

Together, they walked down a pitch black alley. The silence was haunting while waiting for his girl. Jesper was happy, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet at their success. The rendezvous point was a little courtyard, right off the dark street, squeezed between two towering buildings. Benches lined the sides of the yard and a marble statue dedicated to Ghezen stood in the middle. Each moment that passed without Y/N’s presence made Kaz feel sick, his stomach violently flipping.

Inej spoke, her voice cutting through the silence sharply, “I like her, Kaz.”

“What?” Kaz furrowed his eyebrows and gripped the crow’s head.

“Y/N,” she clarified, “she’s fun. You should y’know… let her hang around with us more.”

Kaz raised an eyebrow, glancing between his two friends who were grinning at him like fools.

“Yeah, it’s not like we’re bad influences or anything,” Jesper teased while absentmindedly twirling a revolver in one hand.

Kaz smiled lightly as his eyes searched the darkness before them for any sign of Y/N. “Glad she meets your approval.”

“Of course she does Kaz, she is good for you.” Inej commented, glancing up at Kaz.

Jesper let out a laugh, “She’s made you far easier to work with. The fact that she’s a bit of a badass is just the cherry on top.”

“A badass you say?”

Kaz’s eyes snapped to Y/N and a smile took over his face. She was here, right in front of him, unharmed. Quickly he walked forward, brushing past his friends, and only stopped once he was standing directly before the girl. His eyes roamed her face, beautifully highlighted by the moonlight. Y/N’s gaze met his, her eyes softening.

“I’m fine Kaz, I’m safe.” Of course she knew he was racked with worry. “I lured them away, they didn’t think anything of it. Idiots.”

Kaz couldn’t help but smile and his hands hovered, desperately wanting to touch her, to ensure she was really there. Without a second thought, he lurched forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her frame. Oh Saints, she was safe. Y/N hesitated for a slight moment and then tightly hugged him back. The feeling of her wrapped in his arms, safe and sound, was heavenly. The soft rise and fall of her steady breathing was comforting, lowering Kaz’s spiking heart rate. It overpowered the other disgusting sensations that unfortunately came with touch.

When Kaz pulled away, his hands lingering on her shoulders, Y/N spoke, “I see you got your target.”

Her eyes focused on the bag of stolen goods laying on the cobblestones behind Kaz.

“I’m just glad I have you.”

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Jealous

kaz brekker x reader - jealous

summary/request: “hi <3 can I request a kaz x reader where the reader has to get close to a man for a mission, kaz can’t help but be really over protective, and they have an argument about it and kaz realizes he has feelings for her?? thank you 💘”

warnings: language, jealous!kaz

word count: 1.7k

A/N: So in all honestly, I’m not completely pleased with what I came up for this. Perhaps I’m being too harsh on myself. But I feel like it’s an achievement just getting it posted considering I deleted the file of my OG version (big dumb-dumb moment) and had to rewrite everything from memory. 😑 Also this ended up going in the route of jealous Kaz instead of protective Kaz... whoops

With each twirl of Y/N’s skirts, the nausea within Kaz increased tenfold. She was stunning, dancing with grace underneath the obscenely large chandeliers within a mercher’s home. Her navy blue dress contrasted beautifully with the golden marble flooring. Everyone’s eyes followed the girl who moved like no one else. From Kaz’s point of view, he couldn’t see her smile, but no part of him doubted that it was dazzling.

She was on his crew for this precise reason, her scarily good ability to charm her way into any event and enchant any person. Their target was the young eligible bachelor son of one of the wealthiest merchers in Ketterdam. Someone was paying a hefty price for said son to be kidnapped. Kaz didn’t know or care why, kruge was kruge. If there was a person who could single-handedly reel in their target, it was Y/N.

Kaz, Inej, and Jesper were huddled together on top of the roof of the house, looking down upon the grand ballroom from the glass dome which provided a rather large view. Y/N floated over the floor, but always stayed in the middle of the ballroom, always within view. He’d made her swear on her life about a dozen times that she’d stay where he could see her.

The reasoning for such a request was based upon safety. The plan would go much smoother and safer if every Crow knew exactly what was going on. But as the date of the first part of their job grew closer, Kaz realized selfishness also lurked beneath. Some part of him wanted to ensure their target wouldn’t come in and sweep Y/N off her feet like a Prince Charming. He knew how mercher’s sons were - highly educated, charismatic, and toting promises of a luxurious life to their suitors. Could Y/N withstand such temptations? Kaz knew he wouldn’t blame her if she couldn’t. A mercher’s son could give her a better life than Kaz could even dream of offering.

When Y/N had first entered the ballroom, head held high and proud, Kaz’s stomach lurched when practically every person turned their gazes to her. She was easy on the eyes, her hair beautifully braided and twisted by Inej and her outfit selected by Jesper which included a few of his own personal rings. Kaz hadn’t participated in their activities as he only had one consistent opinion: she looked beautiful in anything.

He was rudely pulled out of his thoughts when Jesper snapped his fingers, pointing to the top left corner of the ballroom, “There he is!”

The target had finally entered. He was tall and dressed from head to toe in one of the finest suits Kaz had seen in Ketterdam. Clearly the heir to a wealthy mercher’s estate. He stood in the corner, sipping on a glass of wine while observing the dancing duos. Y/N switched partners every so often, displaying that she wasn’t tied down to just one.

Slowly, Y/N migrated towards their target and Kaz held his breath, anxiety flooding his senses. The task tonight was simple: just a flirty introduction, subtle, plant the seeds. Inej let out a deep breath she had been holding. Their target had taken the bait. The moment his eyes had laid upon Y/N, he quickly plucked a flute of wine off a passing tray to hand to her.

Soon they waltzed in the middle of the ballroom together, turning and dipping to the rhythm of the music. Everything was going to plan, except for Kaz’s sudden eruption of feelings. He felt sick to his stomach with doubt. For quite a while, he’d always had an inkling of a thought that Y/N liked him. Her lingering glances were difficult to ignore. But now, watching her happily waltz with another man, Kaz found himself wondering how he ever could have thought she liked him. Even if he did want to go to a social event, Kaz couldn’t dance, float over the floor effortlessly. He limped, always leaning on his cane for support. To put it simply, Kaz was envious.

Kaz froze as Y/N was escorted off the dance floor, hanging off the arm of the mercher’s son. Even so far away, Kaz could tell she was laughing, a wide grin splayed across her face. She leaned against the man, staring up at him with admiration. And the man seemed just as enthralled, tipping his head downward to whisper sweet nothings in Y/N’s ear. Kaz’s face grew hot with a raging flush at the sight.

“Well, the target has certainly taken the bait.” Inej laughed softly, shaking her head.

Kaz drew in a deep, ragged breath and steeled himself, “Good, it’s her job.”

“Is she competing for ‘Most Valuable Crow’? She’s certainly going above and beyond,” Jesper teased, his eyes trained on the scene below.

Bile rose in Kaz’s throat at that comment. Did Y/N actually like the target? Clenching his jaw, he coldly responded, “It’s the plan.”

Jesper groaned and threw his head back, “So when she flirts with a guy during a job it’s ‘part of the plan’, but when I do it you say I’m being ‘irresponsible’. I think your favoritism is showing, Kaz.”

Kaz didn’t entertain Jesper’s little rant with a response. Instead, he kept his eyes intensely trained on Y/N below. However, he could distinctly feel Inej’s gaze focused on the side of his face. The silence was tense.

“You’re jealous.” Inej finally commented.

“I am not.”

“No, you totally are. Look at you, sitting here watching her from above, silently brooding.” The Suli girl’s tone was teasing, a knowing smile spreading across her face.

On Kaz’s other side, Jesper suddenly gasped, “Oh Saints, you like her, don’t you?!”

Kaz shook his head no - a blatant lie, but there was no point in his actions. His two friends grinned at him like fools, eyes twinkling at the thought of Dirtyhands falling for a girl.

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Kaz stood obscured in the shadows of one corner of the Crow Club. It was the agreed upon rendezvous point, where he’d meet up with Y/N after the ball. Inej and Jesper were supposed to be with him, but they’d both wandered off on their own. Kaz tightened the grip on his cane as he waited with bated breath. The night had been a success from what he could tell. Their target was being slowly, but surely reeled in. Only a few more calculated moves left and he’d be within Kaz’s reach.

When Y/N finally walked into the Crow Club, with the dim golden lighting casting across her face, Kaz’s heart stopped. She was stunning, even in her state of exhaustion with a faint layer of sweat across her brow. Her skirts were held up as she eagerly kicked off the heels she’d been wearing for the whole evening. Quickly, her eyes scanned the Club, searching for him. When their gazes met, a huge grin spread across her face as she practically skipped across the room to join Kaz in the shadows.

“These things are a monstrosity.” Y/N complained, throwing her silver heels onto the table next to Kaz.

Just barely, the corner of Kaz’s mouth quirked in response. “I see you had a good evening.”

“Everything went to plan!” she replied cheerfully.

“And a bit more.” Kaz’s voice was sternly professional but laced heavily with disdain.

The smile on Y/N’s face immediately dropped, her eyebrows furrowing together. “What’s that supposed to mean, Kaz?”

“Oh, I think you know.” Kaz’s tone was icy, crueler than necessary. But he simply couldn’t help himself. Seeing the girl infernally happy after spending the evening with the target peeved him. “Even Jes was surprised at how touchy you got and you know how casual he is with flirtatious advances.”

Y/N shot a withering glare at him, her eyes ablaze with fury, “I did my job. Exactly what you asked for. I don’t know what your damn problem is.”

Kaz simply huffed and tensed his shoulders. What is my problem?, he thought while staring at the girl. My feelings? Insecurities?

“I didn’t like you getting so close.”

“What else was I supposed to do Kaz?! Try to seduce him from across the room? Newsflash, that’s not how it works.” Y/N was pissed, that much was obvious. Her hands tightened into fists as she stared him down.

Kaz opened and closed his mouth slightly, looking like a fish while trying to find the words to say. “I don’t want you getting attached to targets.”

“Why would I?”

“He’s charming, wealthy, he has the lifestyle that would fit you so well.” Kaz left off the words he really wanted to say: He’s everything I’m not.

“Do you really think I want that life?” Y/N’s face fell, her eyes softly gazing at him with something that looked a lot like pity.

“Yes.”

“To be paraded around like a show pony, just a piece of arm candy? And then, when they start thinking of heirs, how to continue their legacy and bloodline, you suddenly turn into a broodmare. I don’t want that life.” Passion filled her voice and her hands moved expressively to illustrate her points.

Kaz clenched his jaw and simply nodded, “Good to know.”

“I’m happy here with you. I don’t want people to look at me like I’m just a pretty girl, a decoration. You value me, you see me.” Y/N suddenly blurted out, a red flush creeping onto her cheeks. The confession was sudden, completely unexpected by both parties.

Those few simple phrases felt like a dream to Kaz. It was everything he’d always wanted, but never truly admitted he needed to hear. She was happy with him. He gulped, pausing as he realized this is the moment. Just over Y/N’s shoulder, Kaz spotted Jesper who was grinning like an idiot and flashing him two encouraging thumbs ups.

“I like you, far more than I should.” Kaz whispered, barely audible over the obnoxiously loud chattering that echoed within the Crow Club. His heart beat rapidly and so many feelings flooded his brain - dread, hope, happiness. The moment her face lit up, lips curving up in a smile and eyes twinkling with happiness, he knew the decision he made was the right one.

“Well, I like you too.”

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@oliviasslut @ameliathackray @purplewcrld @subjecta13-thefangirl @aysegust @amberash05 @beatitlikeabongodrum @thanoshadtosnaptwiceforyou @mindofasupernova @kaitlyn2907 @renataligorio @xcharlottemikaelsonx @ladydaemon @just-a-new-start @nlnlpanini @kaqua @chaoticneutral3 @thedelusionreaderbitch @the-abyss-gazed-back @spawn0fsatan @vintagebitc @itsnotquimey @datrie @aliiiyyaaah @morganayenneferburnham @magravenwrites @kykymyeon @fandomstuffff @whatiswrongwithpeople @bilesxbilinskixlahey @imagines-and-preferences1216 @dreamer-writer-fangirl @alice-the-nerd @rika90 @for-bebbanburg @ancientbeing10 @everwhovian @theoroseo @jaystaysinside @moony-is-bae @ms-awkward @glowstick-lesbian @xetherealbeautyx @lillypotter00 @black-kitten-imagines @musical-theatre-obsessed-dumbass @shortimaginewriter @ohfuk @thegirlwiththeimpala @goldengoddess

Don’t Let Go

kaz brekker x reader - don’t let go

summary/request: “Oki hiiiiii can I request a Kaz x reader where hes forced to touch her in some way like shes dangling from a building and he catches her/helps her up?  And/or one where he’s alone with her, helping her when she’s hurt and has to stop her from fighting him while he hurts her to stitch it up?  Maybe knowing about his aversion to touch there’s some guilt on her part with some “Don’t be stupid of course I’ll help.”  Whether they’re close or newly crushing is up to you, thank youuu.  Sorry it’s so long - 💛”

warnings: typical six of crows stuff, heights/falling, slight best friend!jesper fahey x reader, kaz endlessly pining

word count: 2k

     “Walking on a roof is so not a Jesper talent!” Jesper complained, his voice barely audible over the wind.

     The walkway along the building’s roof was thin, a foot at the max, but if Inej could do it with ease - the others could manage, right?  Kaz thought so when this route became their only method of escape.  Now he scolded himself for forgetting that his crew could occasionally become a band of babbling and bumbling idiots.  That paired with a vicious wind felt like a recipe for disaster.

     “There must be another way!” Matthias groaned, calling out over the wind that whipped around them.

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