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𝐊𝐀𝐙 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐄𝐑 | 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | kaz brekker x fem!reader, jesper fahey x wylan van eck

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, very vague mentions of kaz’s past (tho definitely not enough to spoil it), established relationship.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | getting a drink after every heist was something they used to do exclusively together. until one day, without explanation, y/n starts going with jesper instead. 

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | based off of this request <3 also i snuck in some wesper ok sue me i love them

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.6k. 

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this is what i mean whenever i say "just fell to my knees"

“Stay,” he rasped out, tasting it in his mouth tentatively. “Stay in this dump. Stay with me.”

—come running; kaz brekker.

ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1k words. ʚ slightly inspired by this prompt. | after your payout, you decided to leave everything behind. the gang, the jobs. until your old crew is in a bit of a pickle and you come running back. ʚ set roughly in crooked kingdom; mild spoilers; light angst. ʚ a/n this is a short one and i wasn't sure how to end it.

“You should not be here.” Kaz rasped, visibly confused that you were standing at the Black Veil instead of being at Ketterdam University. You should be in your cramped dormitory room, perusing thick textbooks to cram for your tests. You shouldn't be with them—the most wanted people of Ketterdam.

The rest of the Crows were running errands, taking their gondels off of the island. Aside from a sleeping Kuwei, Kaz was the only other living person there.

You swallowed. “I heard that you're forced into hiding from Rotty.”

“He shouldn't run his mouth to anyone.”

You winced. You were just anyone now. “He didn't tell me where, Kaz. You did, back then. Remember?”

He did. Before a particularly risky job, if anything went wrong, he told you to come to the Black Veil. No one ever went there anyway. An island housing the tombs of the wealthy wasn't a point of interest to both locals and tourists.

“You shouldn't be here.”

His name fell from your lips pleadingly, simultaneously familiar and foreign. It had been seven months since your last job with the Crows. Seven months since you left and enrolled at the University. The payout was abundant—it would support you until your graduation and then some. You had even taken a job. An actual part-time, away from the Barrell and the pubs and the scams. Kaz had pulled a lot of strings, getting fake documents for your application, creating a whole new persona for you to be.

He made you promise to stay away from the Barrell. For seven long months, you did. Jesper would swing by occasionally. He was supposed to be a student here anyway, before the gambling and the sharpshooting. You usually got the news about the Crows' happenings from him. Until Jesper stopped coming, so you had to ask Rotty.

Once a liar, always a liar. You had lied through your life in the Barrell. You lied to get into the University. It didn't seem far-fetched that eventually you would break your promise to come back here.

“What happened, Kaz? Rotty only said something about Van Eck. I thought we were supposed to stay off of Van Eck.”

Kaz clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Again, I should tell Rotty to shut his trap. Leave, ___. Go back. This doesn't concern you.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Kaz recognised your stubborn quality. He had always found it endearing, your relentless approach to life. The two of you were alike in that sense. What he disliked was that you didn't know when to step back.

“No. Why are you here, ___? You can't have forgotten already. Stay away from the Barrell.”

You picked at your cuticles. “I don't know. I just—”

“You don't know?” He asked incredulously. “You know that I'm a wanted man. We all are. Do you not find University to your tastes anymore? Are you trying to be a criminal, again?”

He was being unfair. “What was I supposed to do then? Go and study my textbooks, not knowing if any of you would still be alive tomorrow? Should I wait for the newspapers everyday to see whether or not you had kicked the bucket?”

“Yes! You should. You should've kept your word and stayed away.”

Kaz was at the edge of telling you everything, despite everything logical in his being telling him no. Ghezen knew he was at his limit, especially after Inej had been taken and everything else. What if you were spotted when you came? What if someone found the two of you right now? What if Van Eck took you as well?

You were supposed to get out. He got you out of this Ghezen-forsaken place. You gave him your word that you would stay out. Why were you so eager to return?

“I don't know, Kaz,” you admitted. Your voice was quiet. “Old habits die hard. When I heard that you were in trouble, I wanted to immediately come running. The way we used to have each other' s backs. It was foolish of me, but you can't seriously expect me to turn back and continue on as if everything is alright.”

He pursed his lips. “You chose to leave.”

It was as much your choice as it was his. “You encouraged it. I said that I wanted to go to Ketterdam University in passing, and you got me enrollment forms. You made me a whole new identity."

The inside of the tomb was hollow, your voice echoed through the chamber. Kaz leaned back against the mossy stone wall, closing his eyes and taking a frustrated breath. He slid down to sit, and then patted the empty space beside him.

“How's university? Is everything to your liking?”

You sat down, not close enough for him to be uncomfortable. “It's a routine. Repetitive weeks. It's funny how the only thing everyone is excited for is the weekends.”

It was definitely all the death in the air on the Black Veil Island. He swore he didn't mean to say anything. He had a thousand thoughts going through his brain, but instead he said, “I can feel the lack of your presence.”

You wanted him to say it. “Feel what, Kaz?”

He turned his head to look at you. “You know.”

This was what it always came down to, wasn't it? You were picking up breadcrumbs that he left, treating them as if they were a feast. Then, he would vanish, leaving you yearning for more until eventually—as always—he would do it all over again.

“Say it, Kaz,” you pleaded. “Say you want me to stay or leave forever and never come back.”

It should've been easy. Leave. Leave and don't look back, but his hand twitched and his heart leaped at the word stay.

“Stay,” he rasped out, tasting it in his mouth tentatively. “Stay in this dump. Stay with me.”

“I will stay.”

His eyes widened. He was envious of how easy it was for you to say things that you really meant and held your heart out in the open. For the first time in months, the constant weight in his chest was lifted, the worry lines in his forehead whenever he thought about you were smoothed out.

“For as long as you like,” he whispered.

You nodded vehemently. “For as long as you want me to.”

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