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Being bi while watching shadow and bone is really annoying because at first you're like

And then you're like

The shadow and bone tv show gave me an even deeper appreciation for Jesper. I already love him, but the show made him my favorite character.

Please have this meme I made that I thought was funny

This show is my bi panic

SHADOW AND BONE

The choke hold the "I hate everybody and everything but you." trope has me in is fucking disgusting.

my silly little headcannon is that Jesper fahey would be the kind of guy that would have a million different bumper stickers on his car and they all conflict wildly

like one would be a come and take it flag and the other would be a panreligious coexist stickers

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!

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[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.

flirty drunk

jesper fahey x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: alcohol, implied bisexuality (idk if that’s a warning), gambling, a lil self doubt

summary: after a night of gambling, jesper gets a little drunk. who knew he was so flirty when he got tipsy?

the crow club was busy. like usual.

but among all the chaos, i could still spot jesper gambling his money away.

he was always either at a table drinking away with friends or at a gambling table. today, the latter was the case.

he threw his cards down, laughing dryly. i knew he had lost.

i walked over to him wrapping my arms loosely around his neck from behind. jesper was still babbling away, even with me near him.

"how much did you lose, jes?"

"nothing much. 10 kruge."

"35," the man officiating the game butted in.

i laughed as jesper sent him a glare. "i thought we were friends, man," he whispered.

i leaned towards jesper. "well, i think jesper's gambled enough for one night. i'm going to steal him away," i say, pulling him up.

everyone else at the table lets out a whistle as jesper whines.

"love, it's not that much. i bet i can win—"

"win it back? jesper, you have the luck of a one-legged dog."

everyone laughed as jesper only whined more. i plopped him down at a table with inej and nina seated at it.

"i'll be back with some shots. be a good boy, and don't move," i tell jesper, who had taken to pouting. he nodded resentfully but kept frowning.

i went to the bar and ordered some shots. i looked around while they were being made. jesper was still at the table, talking excitedly with nina and inej. i smiled at the sight.

i took the shots and placed them on the table. jesper immediately downed a shot and set it back down.

"someone's thirsty," nina commented, looking at the empty shot glass on the table.

"y/n said i couldn't gamble," jesper said, looping his arm around my shoulder.

"he had lost 35 kruge," i argued.

"you don't need to defend yourself. jesper gambling is never a good thing," inej says, taking a shot and drinking it.

jesper yelled a bit as nina, inej, and i all laughed at him.

a few hours later, i had not taken a sip of alcohol but jesper was extremely inebriated.

"y/n, darling, you're gorgeous. y'know that, right?" jesper told me, his words slurred.

inej and nina giggled at his behavior.

"so you're a flirty drunk?" i ask jesper, watching him stare at my face.

"i just speak the truth when i'm tipsy. and the truth is you have the face and body of a greek goddess," jesper says, blushing.

i laugh. "i think we need to get you to bed."

"yours or mine?"

nina, inej, and i laugh at the bit as i attempt to hide my blush.

"your bed, jes," i tell him, standing up.

jesper smiles. "feel free to join, love," he says as he winks.

nina and inej are thrown into another fit of laughter at jesper's attempts to flirt.

"okay, jesper. let's get you to bed."

jesper tells nina and inej goodbye before following me to the slat. (not without a few stumbles.)

once i got him to his room, i opened the door and i allowed him to walk inside. he walked into his room and plopped down on his bed as soon as he got close enough.

"this bed is so cold," jesper said, turning over so that he's belly-up. "if only you were in it with me."

i shake my head in amusement. "you're really dead set on getting me in bed with you, aren't you?"

"wouldn't any reasonable man be?" jesper said, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. "or woman for that matter."

i laugh at him. "i'll sleep in your bed tonight if you get dressed right now," i tell him.

jesper immediately scrambled into action, stripping off his clothes immediately. i try to look away but it's pretty damn difficult considering his build. he's attractive. very attractive.

he slips on some sleeping pants and opens his arms. "dressed!" he says excitedly.

"where's your shirt?" i ask, noticing his bare torso.

"i don't wear a shirt to sleep, love," jesper says, winking.

i laugh and shake my head. "get in the bed. i'm going to go get ready," i say.

"you better come back! i trust you!" jesper yells, slipping under the covers.

"i promise i'll come back," i say, smiling at him.

"okay!" jesper says.

i go to my room and change into a sleeping shirt and shorts. i walk back to jesper's room.

he's still awake, but i can tell he's getting sleepy.

"hello, my love. you look gorgeous even in pajamas," jesper says, looking over at me. "i bet you'd look even better in nothing."

i blush at that. "jes, you big flirt."

i crawl under the sheets, already feeling the warmth of jesper's body.

"why'd you have to wear a shirt? i can't feel your skin," jesper whines.

"did you want to feel my skin?" i ask him, amused by the boy's drunk antics.

"yes," jesper says, tugging at my shirt.

i sit up. "you really want me to take off my shirt?"

"yes."

"why should i?"

"because i've done everything you wanted me to."

i thought about it for a second before taking off the shirt and throwing it to the side. i had an undershirt on, so i wasn't too concerned. i laid back down.

"better?" i ask as jesper traces shapes on my bare arms.

"much," he says, a huge grin on his face.

jesper loops his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest.

"jes?"

"hmm?"

"what are you doing?"

"going to sleep."

"are you going to be using my chest as a pillow when you sleep?"

"yes."

"okay."

"i love you."

"i love you too, jes."

"not like that."

"what do you mean?"

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and then he fell asleep.

and i fell asleep, my mind on what just happened.

does he love me? or does he just love me as a friend? or is it just the alcohol talking? well they say drunk words are sober thoughts. i'll deal with this in the morning.

i woke up only to see jesper still asleep, his arms and legs wrapped around me with his head on my chest. my arms were around his neck loosely.

i just smiled down at him. he looked still and peaceful for once. i had never seen him like this before.

my hands went to his hair as i started to play with it.

jes' hair was extremely soft. it felt like clouds. and it was curly. i could take each little strand of hair and twist it around my finger if i wanted.

i started to just run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

"if i knew you liked my hair this much, i would've let you do this before now."

i looked down to see jesper with a lopsided smile, looking at me.

"sorry," i said, removing my hand from his hair.

jesper grabbed my hand before my fingers fully left my hair. "don't stop. it feels nice," he tells me.

i allow my hands to start playing with his hair again.

"morning, by the way," jesper says, his words slightly slurred.

"morning. did you sleep well?" i ask.

"spectacularly. i had the best pillow in ketterdam," he says.

i laugh at him. "headache yet?"

"i've built up a resistance to hangovers, darling."

"really? i thought you'd at least have a headache. you drank quite a lot last night."

"speaking of last night, how'd you end up in my bed? not that i'm complaining."

"you wouldn't shut up about me sleeping with you, so i caved."

"and your shirt is on the ground because..."

"you said you wanted to feel my skin."

"what else did i say?"

"you told me you loved me."

jesper's eyes went wide, but my hands never stopped.

"i said what?"

"you said 'i love you.' so i said 'i love you too, jes.' and then you said 'not like that.' and i said 'what do you mean?' and you said 'i love you.' and i said 'i love you too.'"

jesper blinked at me. "did you know what i meant?"

"i know exactly what you meant."

"so why'd you say it back?"

"because i love you too."

then jesper looked up at me with the biggest smile.

so i took my hands out of his hair and put one on each of his cheeks, and i kissed him.

his lips were soft and warm, and they still tasted a bit like whiskey. but it was perfect. he was perfect. his lips moved perfectly against mine while me moved so that his body was hovering above mine.

we pulled apart for air as he smiled down at me.

"is this why you bought us shots?"

"no. but i'm happy with the result."

he smiled and leaned down to pull me into another kiss.

"man our boyfriends are so fucking weird"

Do you ever think that actors react to deleted scenes with a kiss in them as just a free smooch with a friend? Lol

That deleted scene 🥹💛

I don't care if the Crows spin-off is just the six of them acting it out in Freddy's living room while Freddy's wife films it on a phone, I'm willing to pay real money for the footage.

so i finally finished reading crooked kingdom