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More Posts from Kazbrekkerscrutches

3 years ago

Tobias Eaton/Four - I'm Not Going Anywhere

Warnings: Mention of fighting, blood, injury-ish, nightmare/PTSD awakening, trauma(obviously), Caleb (his name is traumatising)

Words: 1k

A/N: Main character takes Tris’ place and Four takes care of the reader after the fight. SHE/HER PRONOUNS

Also hello, I haven't written in a while, I've been busy working just busy in general. I'll try to upload more often.

Tobias Eaton/Four - I'm Not Going Anywhere

[Y/N’s POV]

I had just got back from Erudite: after a tough evening in the tower. Caleb wasn’t very interested in helping me: which proves that faction is after all before blood. The only thing that ran through my mind in that moment was the urge to yell at him: even punch him to make his realise that we’re still family, but he does not seem to care.

The silence was loud in the staircase: buzzing through my ears as I walked down to my current faction. MY steps became loud in the narrow hallway. I stopped my track for a second, thinking someone was following me. It was probably late: I was surely imagining things.

My steps led me to the center of the underground passages before someone put their hand on my mouth. Two other pairs of arms lifted me through the air: crushing the nerves in my limbs by their strength. As my boy tried to free itself from their hold, my punches were a success after a few seconds of kicking and struggling to get out. I used all of my strength to prevent myself to fall off the edge. My hand had reached one of the guys that were ripping my own skin off of my body right now.

Al.

His face was the one to make me crack. One of the guys had punched me in the head, almost making me fall off the edge as I gained a boost of aggression to push them off of me. They almost fell off the cliff, which gave me enough time to think this through.

Why would he do this to me?

He’s my friend, is he?

What do they want from me?

Why are they trying to kill me?

Some many questions were running through my head. Two fists were placed in front of my self, waiting for them to come to me. Another one of the boys shot his fist in my face, causing me to fall down of dizziness. Blood was running down my face, especially nose causing it to throb in pain.

I couldn’t fight anymore.

But Dauntless don’t give up, at least they try to.

As if time stopped, I saw the glimpse of Al’s fist coming up only to be stopped another man stepping in. My vision was too blurry to figure out who it was. I could only see bits of action. The three abductors were down and I felt a pair of strong arms lifting me up.

“Are you alright? Can you stand up?” I could barely get words out of my mouth. The only thing that could get out a whisper, filled with pain.

“Four?”

He lifted me in his arms, carrying me out their reach as I felt my soul get out of my body. Then, all was black.

[Four’s POV]

She must have lost consciousness. I carried he back to my room, gently setting her on my bed. Her clothes were ripped from the dicks that went on her.

Right now, the only thing that mattered was her.

Y/N.

Only her.

I’ll deal with them in the morning.

I carefully slipped one of my sweater on top of her body, looking for any other wounds than her face on her.

She was all bruised and bloody. A broken nose including a head trauma. They’ll pay for that.

I took a bowl a clean water and carefully wiped blood from her knuckles, lips and even the trauma on her head.

I set a chair by my bed, not wanting to let her go of my sight.

She looked so vulnerable, I wanted to make her mine: make her safe and keep her close to me at all times.

[Some time later]

I woke up from my watch; it was still night.

She was still lying in the position, breathing deeply but shakily as well. I stood up, feeling her pulse on her soft wrist only for a few seconds. I didn’t know why her pulse was so high. She was sleeping; at least I thought so.

Her head suddenly snapped from one side to another on the pillow. Her arms lifted themselves on the top of her face; as if she was protecting herself poorly. She was whimpering; almost sobbing of pain. A few words could only come out of her mouth

“Stop, please.” I lowered myself to the level of the bed.

I tried placing my hand on her shoulder only to find her jumping awake. My own body moved as fast as hers to sit by the edge of the bed.

“You’re okay. Y/N, you’re safe” She looked lost until her eyes met mine and tears shed out of her eyes. I softly placed my hand on her cheek, carefully wiping her tears with my thumb. She was shaking.

It took all of my self control to not take her in my arms, but it wasn’t enough. I pulled her softly into my embrace, she squeezed me tight against her.

[Y/N’s POV]

Four pressed me against him, God I was so scared. I couldn’t breathe. They were all over me again, hitting me but this time I couldn’t do anything about it. Al, Chris even Will was there. They were all laughing and kicking me as if I were their punching bag.

But he was there now. Keeping me safe from them. “Thank you.” A soft whisper left my mouth, still holding on to him.

He softly took the back of my neck forcing me to face him. “Y/N, I will never, ever let them get close to you ever again. I promise you that. You will never see them again.”

“If they even think about approaching you, I will kick them over the bridge myself.”

A soft smile appeared on my face.

He softly kissed my forehead, holding me back against him.

My head suddenly felt like a tornado and he noticed as fast as I did. “Come on, lie down.”

He looked down sweetly at me.

“You probably got a concussion. Get some rest, love.”

I catched his hand before he got back in his chair. He stared down at me with his soft expression gleaming.

“Please don’t go”

He smiled sweetly.

“I’m not going anywhere.”


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3 years ago

Tate Langdon - Nice to Meet You

Warnings: Very short imagine/one shot, language, mention of depression, cheating, miscarriage, basically the Harmon family storyline.

Words: 1.0 k

Tate Langdon - Nice To Meet You

[Y/N’S POV]

I moved in my new home, got dragged across the country. My father had an affair and my mom caught him and her student doing the deed. My sister, Violet, and I didn’t exactly have the same point of view towards my mother.

I knew my mom had suffered hell and back; she miscarried, got cheated on, lied many times. I admired her for that; staying strong every godamn day. Violet didn’t really care about anything. We both stayed at the same house, but when my mom found out that my father was unfaithful once again, he got kicked out and my sister followed.

I knew that he still had to come home to work, but seeing him made me want to punch him.

I had missed school for a couple of days; I got really depressed since I came here. I don’t know, I just couldn’t seem to find the old me. The old Y/N that I knew was gone, forever. My mom was too busy with her own imagination to care and my father was more worried about his patients than he ever did with me.

I got up, couldn’t keep my legs straight to look at myself in the mirror and went into the bathroom. I opened the faucet of the shower and undressed.

I never liked showers but it was the only thing that made me feel something. I kept staring at the wall for a few minutes and tears fell down my face. To be honest, crying didn’t relieve me any pressure.

I felt numb every single fucking day. The same cycle reproduced itself day by day, week by week, month by month.

After what felt for days, I stepped out of the shower, got dressed with the same looking clothes. I dried my hair with a towel, stepping out of the bathroom only to find a stranger walking in my room.

“Hum, who are you? And, what are you doing in my room?” I spoke to the blond man. He turned around, facing me and my heart stopped. That was the first time that I’ve ever felt something.

“Sorry, I’m Tate. I’m one of your father’s patient.” He handed out his hand for me to shake it. I walked closer to him, seeing his beautiful complexion. I shook his hand back.

"I’m Y/N.”

“Your mother told me I could hang out with you; she said you kind of closed off from her. She’s worried about you, you know.” He sat on my chair, by my desk.

“Yeah, well I’ve never been a problem to her, so that shouldn’t start now.” I dropped the towel for my hair on a hook and closed the bathroom door.

“Do you want to talk about it? I know we just met but I won’t tell anything.” He turned the chair to face me, gave me an apologizing smile.

I sat on my bed, giving him a sign to come closer. He did, sitting by the end of the bed.

“Have you ever felt like your life couldn’t get any worse than it already is?” I asked him gently, playing with my thumbs.

“Yeah, I mean I never had the best life, my mom is always drunk, my dad ran away and my sister kind of forgot about me. But, yeah. I get this feeling a lot.” I looked up to him, looking at his deep brown eyes. They reflected the light so beautifully. I could get lost in them.

“Sorry if I reminded you of bad memories.” I shrugged my shoulders looking down shyly.

“No problem, Y/N.” He placed his hand on mine and smiled at me sweetly.

A smile grew on my face, for the first time in months. I never had a boyfriend before, even a best friend but I had a feeling he would be the one.

“It’s good to have a friend around, if you want me to.” I nodded, holding his hand tighter in mine.

We talked for a bit, getting to know each other better. Time passed by so fast I didn’t even realize it was already 2 am. We were still talking, we laid by each other on the bed, facing one another and opening our hearts. We both starting talking more softly as the time went by and we stopped for awhile.

We looked at each other, exploring every aspect of one another. His hair was softly curled, he had fair complexion and grunge clothes. I really liked the way he talked and the way he thought. It’s rare to find someone similar as yourself. Earlier in the evening, we played some Nirvana in the background and when we stopped talking, my eyes started to drift off to sleep.

[TATE’S POV]

God, how can she be so beautiful. She had a beautiful complexion, amazing Y/E/C eyes and Y/H/C hair. She was sweet, but I knew she was broken. I could see it in her eyes; she may act tough around everyone but I know how she felt.

Feeling like every day is repeating itself all over again, the lack of energy kicks in. I went through all of that, so many times. I just hope she won't leave me.

Not like every person I've ever met.

The soft Nirvana songs were playing in the background, but I noticed her eyes had drifted off to sleep. Though, she didn’t know that I couldn’t leave the house.

I am a ghost and I am totally in love with her.

Well, my after life isn’t so boring after all.


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3 years ago

Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

3 years ago

"Chaos has come again."

-Nogitsune/Void


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3 years ago

Kaz Brekker - The Night of Sorrow [Part 2]

Part 1

Warnings: Mention of slavery, mention of Haphephobia (Fear of being touched or touching others), mention of the menagerie, gunpoint(slightly)

A/N: Hello! So Part 1 kind of blew up, and I decided to make a part 2! Here it is, I was in online school today so I had plenty of time to write. I deeply hope that you'll enjoy and let me know if you want a part 3! Thank you so much for the support and enjoy!

Words: 1.6k

Kaz Brekker - The Night Of Sorrow [Part 2]

[Y/N's POV]

“Y/N? Are you still in Ketterdam?” Jesper snapped me out of my thoughts. I had just spotted a letter from the Menagerie. Tante Heleen wouldn’t normally call me at this hour, but I couldn’t back down now.

“Yeah, Jesper. May I take that?” I pointed to his shot of whatever was in there. He didn’t have time to nod his head, before I chugged it down my throat. The liquid will surely help throughout the night. I started walking out of the club, until I heard the sarcastic voice of Jesper calling me.

“Off to the Menagerie? Want company?” “No thanks, Jes.” I offered a wink from the side, pulling my hood up.

[Kaz’s POV]

Jesper was sitting at the bar alone, just after Pekka Rollins had broke into my chamber. I walked down to the main floor, without my cane for support, but I saw Y/N walking out of my club. She looked scared.

“You all right, boss?” I sighted, stealing Jesper’s presuming shot. “No, but it can wait.” I looked up to him, catching his worried eye.

“The Menagerie?” I asked him, taking a look behind my back. He nodded. “I’ve been warned off the job.”

“By whom?” “Who do you think.” I turned around to face my building.

“Did he remember you?” Jesper asked incorrigibly.

“If he had, I’d be dead.” Unlike Jordie. Stop that. I told to myself. “Sunrise is in five hours. We’ll need something good.”

“Yeah, but we’re off the job now, right?” No, Jesper. A million Kruge means more to me that your gambling addiction.

“Never make decisions out of fear, Jesper. Only out of spite.” I responded to him; more politely might I add.

“Well, greed always worked for me.” It sure did Jesper.

“Go guard the door.” Jesper might mean more to me than I’ll ever admit, but he makes me think of Y/N.

My Y/N.

I’ve never been like this before. I’ve never felt anything else than emptiness and grief. This feeling, ever since I lost him, it was incorrigible. Until I met her.

She made my heart, or else the rest of it, feel alive. She was a part of me and if I lost her, I surely would surrender myself to the True Sea, her favorite place.

Jesper walked out of my sight, letting me deal with the bargains for the night. Even though I had higher priorities tonight, I couldn’t help to think of her.

[Y/N’s POV]

I had just walked into the Menagerie. As though I liked to go there for the other poor girls, I wasn’t with them anymore, not in my heart, nor in my head. The only crew I had were the Wraith, the Sharpshooter, and the Bastard of the Barrel.

As I walked into the office of dear Tante Heleen, she greeted me with her usual lever of greediness. “There you are.”

She walked up from her desk and made me drop my weapons. One knife in my boot, two knives in the back, four daggers in the back armour, two lockpickers behind the ears, and one poison ring.

She still looked at me with her signature look.

Fine.

I dropped my last knife that hid under my hood, offering her a deadly look. “Come, come sit.” I walked up to her office which was filled with tons of unfulfilled papers. “I have a job for you.”

I stopped fiddling with my fingers and looked up to the woman. “I work for Kaz Brekker now.”

“That’s not entirely true. Mr. Brekker still owes five more installments on you.”

“I am not an animal you can trade around whenever you need me, Heleen.” I responded to her sharply, hoping that she would take the hint to find someone else.

“I don’t think that for a second, little fox.” She chuckled. I still wish I had that knife.

I took a deep breath, before I’d explode. “Regardless, I’m on a job.” She nodded.

“I’ve a more important question for you. Do you want to go with him?” I didn’t answer yet, because there is always something else.

“Because you know you can’t leave town without my permission, so… If you want to leave, you must be paid in full.”

“Kaz doesn’t have that, besides I am not your propriety. I never was, and I never will be. I’ll go wherever I desire.”

“Oh, but you are, I bought you from that, what should I call him, your owner?” I stood up, one of her man placed a gun up to my temple. “Here’s the man I need you to kill. Do it, and you will be free.”

The man lowered his gun and let me take the card, which had the address of the person written carefully on it.

I took back my weapons and took off to the place in question. Dear Saints, forgive me please.

I walked off and disappeared in the shadows.

[Kaz’s POV]

I had just seen Poppy, the still upset stealer. Tante Heleen had probably already given the job to Y/N, probably to make her kill the Conductor. I urged myself to reach the place, praying on whoever out there to not make her kill him. As I walked up the stairs, I found her standing on top of the man, knife by the throat.

She wasn’t doing the talking; she was shaking and in clear deny with herself. “How old were you when you were taken? Who are you looking for? Your parents? A sibling?” He stopped talking, as she placed the knife deeper down his throat. “A sister?”

No. A-

“Brother.” We had both thought the same thing. I know how she deeply missed her brother. She could spend days praying to her Saints to give her mercy, concerning her brother.

“He was 12 and I was 15 when four men took us from my parents’ wagon, separated us. I came to Ketterdam on a labor merchant ship. I don’t know where he went.” Her eyes were glistening with tears. “Tell me what I can do to help.” He begged.

“One had a silver tooth. Went by the name of Gregor or Griggs, I can’t remember exactly.”

“I don’t run in those circles, really. You’re likely after longshoremen or stevedores who take side money from people like Heleen.” He was covered in blood, still begging her for mercy.

She hesitated. “If you can’t give me a lead, you can at least give me my freedom.” She pulled up her knife almost cutting his throat, before the man spoke. I approached a step before it was too late, but…

“Sankta Lizabeta.” She looked stunned by the Ravkan language. “You follow the faith too. Please. What amount of prayer can forgive murder?” He pleaded.

“Ask the Saints for me.” She pulled up her knife, ready to execute him before I stepped in.

“Don’t.” She threw the knife, only an inch from my face. I lifted my hand that wasn’t holding my supporting stick, to show her I didn’t mean no harm. “He’s our way to Alina Starkov.”

“Him?” I nodded slowly.

“Heleen knew it. She was using you to sabotage our mission.”

“She and I made a deal.” She insisted.

“It isn’t worth more than what we get with him alive.” I walked closer to her, trying to convince her.

“You chose him over my freedom?”

“You assure it’s one or the other.” I waited for her to pull out the knife from his neck. I could the see the hesitation in her action. But I do know that she knew it was better to spare him.

She left him a small, but not deep cut on in neck and walked away. I sighed, thanking the whoever I prayed for. She backed up almost touching my chest.

“Conductor. I have a job for you.”

Y/N sighed nervously.

“Get us to the little palace.” The Conductor nodded as Y/N untied him. Jesper came through the door, taking the man to the refreshment room.

It was just us, now.

“Y/N. I thought I had told you I would handle this.” I approached her, taking a deep breath before wiping her tears off of her face. “I didn’t believe you.” She turned around, to her embarrassment, and responded shyly, cleaning her knife with a cloth.

“Do you believe me know?” She turned to face me again.

“Yes.” She sniffed, also calming herself down.

“Good. Now, let’s make it through the Fold.” I offered her a small comforting smile, which she offered me back. We both waited for Jesper to come out of the gentleman's restroom, accompanying him.

“Are we good to go, Jesper?” I asked, clinking my stick on the floor. They both got out and nodded in agreement.

They both walked through the front door as I looked at her.

“Shall we?” She walked in front of me, following the crow.

I turned around to reach the door, at least the rest of it. The man will need a new door. I thought, shutting it behind me, and following her to a sea of destinies.


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