Stop This Is So Sweet Wkefkl

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A ‘Rollins’ problem- Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Prompts: 1. You didn’t have to use her;2.I miss him.

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Tw: talks of assault-nothing graphic, daddy issues, toxic relationship(with father) mentions of blood and being captured.

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  Kaz remembered the day he saw you for the first time very well.

It was a good day, the heist had gone well, Inej and Jesper were safe, Jordie didn’t plague his mind.

And then you came in, hair falling over one of your eyes, arms bruised and slightly limping. You went over to the bar and asked the bartender for ice.

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Mmkay, one more for good measure <33 James losing his glasses and so you have to help him out with reading little things throughout the day. Like reading the instructions in potions class or softly whispering the questions on the black board for him when a professor calls on him to answer or helping him with his homework by writing the answers to the questions down for him

four-eyes // j.p.

Summary: When James misplaces his glasses you take it upon yourself to get him through the school day. Contains: Shit ton of fluff.

“What are you looking for, Potter?” you asked under your breath, irritated by James’s shuffling in the desk beside you. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” he stopped to roll his eyes and click his tongue before he kept on rummaging through his schoolbag. “Can’t find my bloody glasses s’all.”

He’d been wearing them not ten minutes ago, but you knew your boyfriend. He’d probably dropped them in the halls on the way to class. Maybe if he didn’t strut around so boyishly he wouldn’t drop all of his possessions, you thought to yourself with a chuckle. You were in Transfiguration at the moment, and you couldn’t just stop taking notes to help him look, so you offered the next best thing. “Don’t worry Jamie, you can copy my notes later.”

James was visibly flustered, but your offer clearly got you his full attention.

“Oh, no, peanut. It’s alright, I’m sure they’re just in here somewhere.”

“Mr. Potter?” Mcgongall beckoned. “The answer to number 2, please.”

You didn’t need to look to know James was internally giggling at the mention of number 2, so you gently elbowed him back to reality. Only the reality was he couldn’t see a thing that was written on the blackboard before him. 

“It says ‘which of these is not a type of transfiguration?’”, you whispered to him discreetly, “’Enchantment’, -”

“Enchantment!” James blurted out, and you honestly weren’t sure if he was right or not, seeing as you’d only listed the first of four options. But your worries soon vanished when Minnie gave him a look of approval and went on with the class.

“Thanks, love.” he muttered to you, smiling uncharacteristically shyly, and you swore you saw him blush out of the corner of your eye.

You’d had nearly no time to properly search for James’s glasses in between classes, and you found yourself having to haul him over to Potions to make it on time.

“Love?” you heard him peep as you set your things down and got comfortable. Flitwick had provided you with a list of ingredients and instructions for the day’s potion.

“Yeah, Jamie?”

“I-I can’t quite make out the instructions.” you turned and watched as his brows furrowed, squinting to decipher the print. You felt a bit bad, but you also couldn’t help but marvel at how precious he looked in this moment, hair in disarray after anxiously running his hand through it and cheeks flushed.

“What?” he asked, and you realized you’d been staring. You couldn’t fight the smile that broke across your face.

“Nothing, you just look so cute when you squint like that.” you teased, playfully punching his arm and taking the parchment from his shaky grasp. “Hand it over, four-eyes. You’re blind as a bat.”

“Not blind enough to miss the way you can’t stop ogling at me, poppet.” he fired back, flashing the trademark cheeky grin that seemed to be forever plastered onto his face.

“Now, now, Potter.” you clicked your tongue, “I think thanks are in order since I am the one helping you.”

“Oh, please. We both know you’re going to milk as many trips to Honeydukes as you can out of this.” he scoffed and you turned towards him, amused and sensing he had more to say. You were proven right as he affected a high pitched voice and girly demeanor. “Oh, Jamie. Remember that time you couldn’t find your glasses and I helped you all day? Come on, now, buy me some candy.”

“Merlin, do I really sound like that?” you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated impression, and soon felt two strong arms winding around you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck.

“No, peanut, You sound lovely.” he sighed, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck and going back to stand at your side. “Now what does it say here, dove?”

Your last class had finally come to an end and though you didn’t mind a whole day of holding James’s hand a bit tighter than usual as you steered him through the sea of students, you reluctantly set off with James in tow to search for his misplaced glasses.

“Where was the last place you had ‘em?” your voice echoed through the now empty castle corridor as the last of your peers shuffled out. 

“I don’t know!” James whined, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Don’t you want to find them, James?” you asked, not expecting the playful glint in his eyes when they opened and met your own. 

“Don’t know, angel. I think I like you lugging me around and whispering in my ear a little more than I should.” he tugged you closer to him and let you wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” you whispered breathily in his ear, causing a shiver to travel down his spine.

“Oi, Prongs! How much longer have I got to hold onto your bloody glasses, mate? You gave ‘em to me at the end of Minnie’s class, take ‘em back already! I can’t handle this responsibility!” Sirius hollered from the end of the hall. You pulled your head out from the crook of James’s neck, flashing him an accusing look similar to the one he was currently giving Sirius.

“I’m sensing tension!” Sirius squeaked before making a run for it, disappearing around the corner.

“You found them in Transfiguration?” you crossed your arms and gave him what you hoped was a stern glare. “And you let me help you all day?”

“Yeah.” he peeped, not daring to take his eyes off his shoes. “Just liked the attention.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at that face. Not when his lip was jutted out like that and his brows furrowed so. You brought a gentle hand to his cheek and gave him a tender peck. 

“It’s okay.” you said calmly, before giving him a barely there smack on the head and chuckling. “Alright, now it’s okay.”

James gave you a deeper kiss this time. “Sorry about that, peanut. But I think I should hunt Sirius down now and get ‘em back. Don’t think I can go much longer without getting a proper look at you.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he was bolting down the hall, making a turn in the wrong direction, however.

“Other way, James!”

“Right!”

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you're gonna be alright

warnings: angst, depression, mentions and descriptions of a panic attack, hallucination, bad parents, mentions of abuse from parents, dumbledore being mean, excess workload, stress, swearing, reader is self-shaming and insecure, mentions of dying, no pronouns used, this is a lengthy one, inspired by true events, lowercase intended (let me know if i missed anything)

pairings: remus lupin x gp!house neutral!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

summary: (high school au) you are not alone, remus is going to be always there for you through thick and thin.

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˚₊❏❜ first person ꒱

"miss (y/l/n), how far are you with your internal assessment?" headmaster dumbledore asked from where his chair was kept: next to the whiteboard.

he asked everyone else by going to their desk and taking in a whisper-level voice with them; why is he not doing that with you? nonetheless you had to answer, with everyone listening. you stood up before speaking.

"i have finished the research question and the section 'a' as required sir," you said, unsure of what you did to deserve this different treatment.

"would you please be so kind and read the r.q. to the entire class?" headmaster dumblebore spoke, a sudden sadistic feeling could be heard in his voice; why "sadistic"?

"sir?" you said, unsure of why or what were your professor's intentions.

"go ahead," headmaster dumblebore spoke, his tone anything but encouraging.

so you did. you told him your research question, which according to you was pretty decent, and you spoke with a bit of confidence. professor dumbledore's class was the first lecture of the day. if something happened in the first lecture itself, you sure wouldn't have the energy to go through an entire day with the humiliation in mind playing on repeat. you thought the research question you came up with would do the work, but alas when are you ever right?

"class, what is wrong with miss (y/l/n)'s research question?" headmaster dumbledore asked as if expecting all the hands raised waiting to point out the mistakes.

but that is not what he got. he got a silent class with no hands raised. everyone shared confused glances with each other and no one could figure out as why or what is their teacher trying to do. just as headmaster dumbledore was about to speak, the bell rang indicating the lecture ended for the day. but when the students decided to get up, the professor signalled them to sit down.

"reconstruct your research question miss (y/l/n) and therefore make changes accordingly in your first section. i would suggest you to change the topic, your current one will do you no good." he said as he looked at you with disappointment heard clearly in his voice.

"the submission is tomorrow, it changes for no one; i'm looking at you, miss (y/l/n), for the last statement. do not forget the submission, your internal assessments are extremely important! class dismissed."

everyone stood up from their seats and hastily grabbed their bags, books and stationary and hurriedly walked out of the room. you were certainly one of the first few to get the hell away from the classroom, more specifically the teacher in the classroom. you walk as fast you can, maybe even sprint in between, your main goal being to get as far as you can from the professor. once you thought the distance you made was okay, you stopped fast-walking and stood near a pillar.

you were close to crying, your eyes were watery. you have no idea why; what happened in the classroom wasn't even that embarrassing or humiliating; then why were you just one step away from having a full-on crying session? what the hell is wrong with you? why are you being such a sensitive piece of shit? get a grip (y/n)! you are a (y/l/n), you cannot cry over something as silly as this. before you got your "everything-is-perfect-mask" onto your face and body language, you took a deep breath through your nose and exhaled silently through your mouth. the mask is back on. alright, you are now ready.

you looked around you, having absolutely no idea where in the world you are. it seemed like an ordinary hogwarts corridor, but to your right there were no walls to be a barrier between you and the open grassy field. the grass looked like the colour of dull green as if to match your actual mood. but the sky was bright and shiny which represented your masked mood. to your left, there are pillars and walls of medium brown colour and it seemed that you have come across an endless and lonely corridor.

you closed your eyes, hoping when you open them, the corridor would disappear and you would be sitting in your next lecture which is with mr. filius flitwick. oh no! you were going to be late, or rather you are already late! you became restless. you wanted to hurriedly get off wherever you were right now and sit in the classroom you were supposed to be in. you started to fast-walk, again, in the opposite direction you came from. you started picking up pace until you were running.

what if mr. flitwick won’t let you enter the class? what if he, too, humiliated you in front of the whole class? what if he asked you to stand out for the entire duration of the class? what if he gave you detention? what if you are lost? will you even find the classroom? what if something happened to you? would anyone know something happened to you? would anyone care? you know your parents wouldn't, they'd rejoice if anything. and if your parents don’t care about what happens to their own child, why would anyone else, right?

after some time of running, you saw that this direction will not take you to your destination thus you turned your route. you ran for your life in the direction you, at first, came in. a few tears slipped but you wiped them off as soon as they came out. and the familiar corridors where your classrooms are started coming into view. you felt slightly relieved. but the thoughts had not left your mind, you were still afraid of what might happen next.

the possibilities were in front of you, but there were too many according to you. you did not know which one would it be. you hate uncertainty, you hate the unknown. by the time you reached the designated classroom, you were panting and very out of breath. you stood in front of the classroom door, trying to regain your breathing while at the same time trying to get professor flitwick's attention.

"ooo miss. perfect is late oh my god!" someone spoke in a mocking tone.

heat rushed to your cheeks and you wanted nothing more than just disappear. you hated that nickname you were given by everyone in your standard. you weren't perfect, not in any way. in fact you were this useless pathetic person who couldn't even make your own parents proud. but you didn't let the remark break your mask, no you were stronger than that. as soon as the statement was said, laughter erupted in the room.

"don't make noise!" mr. flitwick commanded to the class. "miss (y/l/n) you're late. detention after school. come in," he said to you.

you nodded and entered the class. you held your head low while walking towards the bench at the back of the classroom. you knew people were looking at you with different expressions on their face but you knew for sure it was an expression of mocking, teasing and laughing, all directed at you. what you feared the most, happened: you got detention and your classmates laughing at you was only a bonus, you could maybe take on the job of astrologer, you'd sure earn a lot.

mr. flitwick continued teaching but you weren't in the mood. you were exhausted, tired and extremely sad. you could not concentrate on what was being taught. you wanted to sleep, sleep the problems away forever. you just placed your head on the table, wanting everything and yourself to just disappear and never be found again.

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professor minerva mcgonagall's class was next. your classmates already hurried towards the classroom because one did not want to be in the bad books of professor mcgonagall. but you didn't care, you were done. you already got detention from professor flitwick what difference would it make if professor mcgonagall gave it to you too?you stopped in the corridor and leaned against a pillar. you closed your eyes, you just wanted it all to stop. you wanted peace and silence but not physically. no, physically you wanted it to be as loud as possible. maybe it should be so loud that the inner noise gets shut out. tears trickled down your cheeks, you cried silently. you have no idea why you are crying, but you just felt like screaming and crying your heart out. but no, that is not acceptable. you are a (y/l/n), pull yourself together!

you hurriedly wiped your tears away and inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth while your eyes were still closed. you opened your eyes and the "nothing-is-wrong-and-i-am-the-perfect-student" mask was instantly back on. it worked as a switch, you could switch it on and off on your will and you certainly liked that kind of power.

"you okay?" you heard a soft voice, just as you were about to start walking, behind you leading your body to become stiff and alert.

you did not need to hear those words after you just decided to put your mask back on, no. you could not afford to let loose the mask; not in front of someone, never.

"yeah, fine." you deadpanned and spoke without looking at the source of the voice and walked towards professor mcgonagall's classroom.

you and the person entered the lecture late. the second time you were late today for a class and you aren't even half way through the day; shame on you, literally.

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none of the teachers spared you, you had homework every subject scheduled for the day. you were frustrated, exhausted and completely done with life. you had seven internal assessments to do out of which three were supposed to be written as the format of an academic essay. you weren't halfway through any of the assessments.

what a loser you are! others can finish the homework and participate in debates, clubs, sports, etc. and you? you just sulk around in the corner doing nothing but reading some stupid fantasy book. you are not cool. you cannot even speak up or even try to involve yourself in matters relating to school. you have no right to complain because you deserve this.

you have not made your parents proud: you have only disappointed them. you have disappointed them because you cannot manage your studies and extracurricular activities at the same time. it is a shame, it is pathetic. it would certainly be better if you died. you would then not disturb anyone, you would then trouble no one. world would be such a lovely place without you. you are not needed.

suddenly the words and numbers on the papers started to dance. they popped out of the paper, jumped out from their case and started to run away from their cage. they fell sharp from the table which was at quite a height, for them at least, to the ground. but nothing happened to them: neither did they die nor did they get hurt. it was as if they had multiple life-saving buttons.

well, the letters and numbers were not running away from the cage. they were looking for a larger space. they stood in front of you and climbed one on top of another. and then the puzzle finally cleared, it showed your parents. the letters are long gone, it is really your parents. your parents are here, they arrived. they have heard from professor dumbledore.

your mother is angry. your father is disappointed, but not surprised. it was as if he had been expecting this. this being the fact that you are a failure. your father starts walking towards you causing you to walk backwards. he continues until you hit a wall behind you, indicating that you are trapped. this is the end. your father, the angriest you have seen him which confused you, raises his right hand in an attempt to slap you, to hit you, to put you into your place.

instinctively, you brought your hands up to shield yourself. "please-please-please don't-don't hit-hit me, i promise to do, to do, be-better. this-this will not happ-happen again. i-i-i pro-promise you please don't."

you felt weak, vulnerable and naked. you could do nothing to save yourself. but you don't know why your father is hitting you, he never does. your mother hits you, she puts you into place. your father does not hit women, he crushes them with words, destroying their mental stability. you could not complete your sentence, you could not dare to. you knew you were going to die, this time you wouldn't be kept alive. you knew your fate. and you brought this on you.

"hey, hey, (y/n)," your father spoke with gentleness, as if trying to calm you down.

you are confused. you are losing breath. you cannot understand: what is wrong with your father? this is not who your father is.

"breath, (y/n), breath for me." your father says.

you do not try to follow what your "father" says. he is not your real father. he is a sinister man looking exactly like your father.

"(y/n), darling, breathe. you're having a panic attack, please breathe, love. no no don't cry, love i got you. take deep breaths, love."

you cannot hear what the man is saying, it is not perfectly audible to you. but you know for sure that you cannot listen and do what the man says, he is not your father, you kept repeating it in your head.

"SIRIUS, JAMES, PETER GET MADAM POMFREY HERE QUICK YOU TWATS WORK YOUR LAZY ARSES."

"darling please breathe, breathe for me. you're gonna be okay, you are fine. Just breathe, deep breaths (y/n/n), deep breaths. i got you, love, i got you. you are safe. you are okay. please breath, (y/n/n), don't do this to me (y/n), please breathe. just breathe."

you were going to die, you were going to die. you cannot breath, you are gasping for air. you need oxygen, you need to live but the world would be amazing without you. but what about your friends? what about your future?

"(y/n/n) please breath. copy-copy my breathing. [takes a deep breath] see-see? just-just like that-that. ye-yes, good, good. deep-deep breaths."

"OYE WHERE DID DIE OFF MOCH BRWNT GET HERE QUICK!" [dirty pigs]

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you rubbed your eyes before opening them. it took you a couple of seconds but you adjusted to the lightening of the room which was not too dark but not too light either. you looked at your surroundings. red painted walls with dark brown wooden furniture and clothes lying all over the room. it is a very messy room.

but the bed you were sleeping on is the neatest item in the room. you are carefully wrapped in the warm and cozy blanket. when did you get here? who brought you here? why were you here? what happened? were you kidnapped?

"relax, you're not kidnapped," a voice is heard, making you jump.

"who-what-how-" you try to speak but you could not make sentences, you were feeling extremely tired.

"i am remus, i brought you here. you had a panic attack a few hours ago, madam pomfrey helped and then you blacked out." the ever so soft voice explains.

you know who remus is: he is your classmate. you have always noticed him, well it's kind of hard not to because he hangs out with the loudest people in the universe. remus appears to be angelic and the sweetest person from your point of view now.

"i know you," you manage to choke out. "may i please have some water?”

remus is surprised when you confess you have noticed him. but he doesn't get time to process it as he finds himself immediately pouring water in a glass from a jug for you.

"here," he coos as he hands you the glass of water.

"thanks."

"you feeling any better love?"

"a bit, yes." you hesitantly answer. "how long.. how long did it last?"

"two hours. you were knocked out for four hours."

"oh. well at least i broke the record, lol. umm but thank you, remus, for helping me. i really appreciate this but i have to go; you see i have homework to do and-"

"no, you're not doing any homework. i have spoken to teachers, you are getting a day off and extra time for all assignments. you should rest, i'll go get you something to eat." remus gives you a heart-warming smile causing you to mirror him.

"remus.. you didn't have to, i am fine, really."

"but i did and i am not going to let you do homework, not today at least. tomorrow, yes and i'll help you with it too! rest now, please darling, i'll get some food." the smile never left his face.

"okay." you smiled widely, feeling content for some reason.

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My Girl

kaz brekker x female!reader ; behind the clouds by yaeow

warnings: kidnapping and mentions of torture, swear words, sad.

word count: 1789

key: italics = flashbacks

writers note: awh thank you!! i love your writing as well. thank u so much for the request! loved writing it <33 and yes, i look forward for more requests from you!!

It was a trap. It was all a trap—he should've known it wouldn't have been this easy. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get her out of here. A few hours ago, he knew that getting her back would be difficult, but he didn't think it would be this easy.

A few hours ago, he was just sitting in his office waiting for y/n's arrival; they had went out an hour ago to go to Jesper at the Crow Club. As he was reading a few important documents on his desk, there was a knock on the door. Kaz looked up, "Come in."

It was Jesper, Kaz sightly furrowed his eyebrows. “Jesper, what are you doing here?” Kaz asked him, the whereabouts of y/n in the back of his mind. “I was wondering where y/n was? She was supposed to meet up with me like 30 minutes ago, but she wasn’t at the meet up. So, I was thinking she might’ve forgot or something,” Jesper replied. “Where is she?”

“She headed out to meet up with you like an hour ago,” Kaz told Jesper, “You’re saying you haven’t seen her at all?” Jesper shook his head ‘no,’ “Kaz, if she’s not with you and she’s not with me. Where the hell is she?”

Kaz stood up, “We need to find her.”

It wasn’t long before Kaz started to panic, no one has seen where she was and he was going insane because of it. He was shouting and yelling orders for people to find her, no matter what, he needed to make sure y/n was safe. He had asked Inej to look around, ask around for her and eavesdrop on information that could be useful in finding her. Of course, Inej being Inej managed to find a single information about y/n. Apparently before her disappearance, she was seen talking to two different men and Inej was trying to search for the men matching those features, while Kaz... well he was busy asking (threatening) people about y/n's whereabouts.

"Tell. Me. Where is the girl you talked to in front of the store?" Kaz asked him, slowly stepping closer to him. "I—I don't know," the man shook, he was terrified of what Kaz could do to him. "If you don't tell me, right now. I won't hesitate to ripe off all your fucking nails and—how about your eyes as well, now tell me—" the man Kaz was threatening finally cracked, "I don't know. I truly don't know, I'm not from around here. Can't you tell from my accent? I was asking her for directions and she was kind enough to help me out, I don't know where she is and I don't even know her name, so please, I didn't do what you think I did."

Kaz stared hard at the man, he was about to bring up his cane to smash the man, but Inej came in just in time. The man that Kaz was investigating wasn't lying, he didn't know who she was, Kaz just wasn't asking the right questions. "Kaz! Don't hurt him," Inej shouted, "He's useful to us."

"He said that he didn't know who she was and that she was helping him with directions," Kaz explained to her what the man told him. Inej turned to look at the man, "Who did you see talk to her after you left to go to your destination?"

"I think people call him... Pekka Rollins?" the man pleaded, "Please don't hurt me..."

Those words that came out of his mouth caused Kaz to immediately turn towards the door, to which Inej quickly followed. Of course making sure to bring Jesper and the rest of the crows to help out.

You see, y/n wasn’t that far off away from Kaz. She was a few blocks away, hidden in an abandoned warehouse. She was lying on the floor, exhausted from the people who's taken her's beat up; y/n was bruised all over and if Kaz would see her right now, he would burn each and everyone of them alive. y/n was going in and out of consciousness as she tried to steady herself up against the wall, but she couldn't. Everything felt so heavy.

"Kaz..." y/n called out, "KAZ!" Kaz jolted awake, he had a scared look on his face as he turned to check if y/n was still by his side. "I'm here. It's okay, it's just a nightmare. I'm right here, see?" y/n told him, but not wanting to touch him yet, incase he starts panicking even more.

The nightmare had felt so real. She was gone.

y/n watched as he tried to recall his dream, "I'll go make some tea to help you calm down." Kaz nodded, not wanting to say anything, at least not yet. y/n got up from their shared bed and quickly headed to the kitchen to make two cups of tea, before heading back and handing the tea to him. They sat there drinking tea in silence before Kaz spoke, "You were gone." With those words, y/n understood. "But, I'm not. I'm right here, I always will be, you know that," y/n smiled at him. He nodded his head again, he knew that, but a part of him was still afraid. Afraid of losing him. Afraid of losing the one person he loves.

"y/n, can you hear me?" Kaz asked y/n, looking at her closed eyes. "y/n?" Kaz felt sick, looking at the pain y/n had been hurt. She was bruised all over with cuts on her face as well as arms and legs. He wanted to turn back time and protect her from ever getting hurt like this.

A groan came from y/n as she's slowly opening her eyes, adjusting to the lights. It felt like just a few minutes ago when she was trying to straighten herself up; she was trying to think, she could hear the voice, it sounded familiar so she called out to the person she hoped it belonged to. "Kaz?" she whispered, "You need to get out of here..."

"I know, we need to get out of here. Come on, Inej will hold you up," Kaz said helping Inej try to put y/n arm around her shoulder and helping her up. "It's a trap..." y/n whispered out, "You need to run... just leave me."

"What are you—" A loud gunshot drew Kaz's attention, 'Was that Jesper's gunshot?' Kaz thought to himself. "Come on, we need to go," he led the way for them to get out of the warehouse. As they drew closer to the exit, they soon realised that it was blocked. "Shit, why is it blocked, Inej do you remember another way—" before Kaz could finished his sentence, he realised that they were surrounded. A few, about ten guards had surrounded them and Jesper and Nina were no where to be found.

There was nothing they could do, they could try to fight back, but that could end up with them both getting injured. Kaz still stood his ground as a man moved between the guards that surrounded them, it was Pekka Rollins. "You're going to pay for hurting her," Kaz said to him, 'For hurting my girl.'

Pekka Rollins chuckled, "Keep dreaming, Brekker. I will destroy you before you can even attempt in destroying me." "And how are you going to do that?" Kaz asked.

Rollins nodded his head towards y/n, causing Kaz to freeze. Two of the guards when to grab you from Inej's hold, of course, Inej tried to fight them and not let them have you, but it was no use. "It wasn't hard to find a way to destroy you, Brekker. It wasn't long before I found out that she was the one who keeps you a float. So, I thought, why not use her to destroy you." Rollins brought his hand to get out his pistol from his hold and pointed it towards y/n's head. Kaz's hurt almost dropped, he can't lose her. Not like this.

"The documents that were sent to you this morning, deny it. Don't get involved in something that you clearly won't be able to complete. That position is mine and mine only. What do you say?" Rollins brought the gun closer to her head, nudging her head with the pistol. y/n looked up into Kaz's eyes, shaking her head. She didn't want him to deny the job, it was something that could really help the Crows and help them gain something that could sustain them for a long while. "Don't," y/n mouthed out.

Kaz looked into her eyes, how could y/n say that. He can't just let her die, can't just let him shoot her over some stupid work that wasn't as important as her. Before Kaz could do anything, he heard y/n's voice: "I love you" which was followed by an unexpected move, she shrugged off the guards' hold and tried to push away Pekka Rollin's pistol. Before he could even move an inch, the loud ringing of the pistol fire filled his ears. His eyes were wide open as he saw y/n fall down to the ground, but she wasn't the only one, the rest of the guards did as well. He turned his head around the room to see who caused it and that was when he saw Nina. She was doing her Grisha hand motions again, she was giving all the guards a heart attack and she made sure it was slow and painful. Inej and Kaz quickly ran to y/n, flipping her over and checking for injuries. There was a clear sign that y/n was shot on the abdomen, but the way she wasn't answering them was the most concerning part.

Kaz was overthinking again, like what if she never answers him again. What if she never tells him a joke that causes him to roll his eyes, what if she's not there when he wakes up. Kaz unconscious went to grab y/n's hand that was littered with cuts, he couldn't help but flinch back when he felt the coldness of her skin. Inej brought her hand up to check y/n's heartbeat with a panicked look, she started to sob, "y/n, no, don't leave us." Nina quickly came and started trying to help her, after a few minutes, Nina stopped. She looked down y/n's body as tears flooded her eyes, she shook her head.

Kaz sat still, motionless; his worst nightmare had became true. His eyes lingered on y/n's hands and then to her face. He didn't even get to say "I love you" back. y/n didn't get to hear him say it back.

Pekka Rollins did know how to destroy Kaz Brekker and he succeeded.

writers note: i was gonna make it happy but... no

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STOP THIS IS SO GOOD

i desperately need quality time with draco ugh like we dont even have to do much, just drown in blankets and cuddles on the bed while watching a horror movie. PLS he would be scared of them and i would def tease him

"'S alright dray don't be scared"

"Shut up 'm not scared"

No, stop cuz he would actually watch it and act all tough but when you look up at him, his eyes are closed and he flinches at every harsh sound the movie makes, but he's trying, he really is, because you wanted to see the movie, and even though he's terrified he still tries to be tough for you and hugs you, so you can find refuge on his shoulder, but he's secretly wishing you'd baby him and reassure him that you're there and that it's ok, that you're not gonna leave his side, whilst his head lays on your chest and your fingers tangle in his hair, and that's just what you did as soon as you saw this sight of him, his squinting and focusing on decorations on your room to distract himself, made you realize this movie was torture to him, so you immediately turn it off and he questions it given your previous eagerness to watching it "why'd you turn it off?" You hesitate to answer truthfully not wanting to make him feel bad and say "I'm sleepy, come'ere i wanna cuddle you" he believes your statement but tries to act tough and says "no, let me cuddle you" even though all he wanted in this moment was for you to hold him "shut it Malfoy and stop being stubborn, now get your ass here" you turn on your side to cuddle him and he lowers down to fit into the crook of your neck while your legs tangled under the cozy blanket, as he snuggles into you he casts wandless spell that came in handy plenty of times, and the fluffy almost cloud like duvet tucked you in, he complained "how can you watch that? That's bloody masochism" you rolled your eyes ignoring his pathetic attempts to seem tough, he spoke again "i mean only a crazy person enjoys watching that" you were about to burst out laughing but decided to make light if the situation by saying "I'm crazy about you Draco" he blushed...a lot, minutes pass by, the room was cold and the rain splattered on the window, but somehow you and Draco seemed to defy temperature by keeping eachother warm, as the thunder rumbled and growled Draco held on a little tighter which seemed impossible, but he ceased to snuggle a little closer everytime, you almost giggled at his babied antics and said "sure you wanna cuddle ME now?" A muffled response cam from under the sheets "shut up" his cheek was squished against your chest which made his response almost inaudible, for a second you stopped your movements on his back and head, to what he almost threw a tantrum at, peaking his head from the duvet "why'd you stop?!" You giggled more, your boyfriend was an actual child, you continue your movements and said "ok, ok I'm sorry" as he snuggled back in your chest, this snuggly position and the warmth you gave eachother made it incredibly difficult to wake up in the morning, but it didn't matter anyway, since the next day was Saturday

Wow that's a little longer than I expected lol, i hope you like it <33

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