Tony Punishing You After A Mission

ways kaz brekker shows affection

request: kaz headcanons where he tries to kinda show affection towards the reader? that would be awesome

a/n: i did it in heacanon form so i could do a bunch of different ways i hope you don’t mind <3 and im not just making it physical affection mwah 

affection was something you and kaz worked on consistently 

physical affection was an obstacle for multiple reasons 

but even other things were a challenge 

but kaz wasn’t about to lose you 

he tried so hard everyday to be the man you deserved 

and to show you, even through the little things, that he loved you 

kaz’s affection wasn’t obvious 

it wasn’t a wet kiss on the cheek like nina gave matthias 

or jesper’s very public teasing that always made wylan red 

his love for you was subtle and it was personal 

it was something the two of you shared 

he showed his affection through novels he left on your nightstand 

he never mentioned leaving them 

never told you where he found them or what he thought of them

one minute the book wasn’t there and the next it was

you suspected inej helped with this particular task

you’d read the book 

and you always loved it 

without fail 

and you’d come into his room and sit on his bed 

he ignored you and waited for you to speak 

when you didn’t he’d go 

“well?”

“i loved it” you said before leaving the book on his desk 

he didn’t answer but his lip quirked to one side 

he also let you hold his cane 

and you knew 

everyone knew 

this wasn’t a random act 

this was an act of total intimacy for kaz

he’d hand it to you when he didn’t need it at the moment 

or let you borrow if you hurt your leg during a job 

it was the same situation with his gloves 

when ketterdam got cold

and you forgot your winter gear 

he’d grab your shaking freezing hands and slip his own gloves on them 

“it’s no big deal,” he rolled his eyes. “can’t let my girl freeze” he’d whisper, hoping you hadn’t heard 

he learned your favourite flower 

very quickly 

kaz brekker noticed everything 

so he notices the way you lingered at the smell of roses 

and when he knew this information he made sure to order a whole bunch of them 

for the slat 

for the crow club 

for the little desk in your room

everyone was confused at the sudden excess of flower 

“god it smells like cupid threw up in here” jesper had commented 

wylan punched him in the arm for that 

“do you like them?” he’d asked you one day out of the blue 

“yeah” you smiled, you already knew he was referring to the flowers 

he seemed pleased with himself the rest of the day 

even though physical contact was difficult it wasn’t impossible 

it was easier for kaz when he could control the movement control the touch

so it was easier for him to touch you than for him to have you touch him 

he almost never wore his gloves around you 

the two of you would be sharing an intimate bit of eye contact 

and he would cup your cheek 

and rub your cheekbone lovingly 

his touch was sometimes so rare that you shivered under his hand 

and though he was shaky afterwards he was also grinning

“happiness looks good on you kaz” 

“shut up y/n” 

and he’d learned to love sitting close to you 

when he didn’t feel like touching explicitly 

he would press his shoulder against yours 

or bump his foot against yours when the two of you were sat at the table 

he held your pinkie a lot 

it was less intense as full on hand holding 

once he kissed your forehead and you almost passed out from happiness 

when he wants to be close to you without holding you 

he grabs your jacket sleeves 

or the pocket of your pants 

to get your attention of course 

not because he wants to be close to you or anything 

everything kaz did to show you he loved you

you appreciated with every fiber of your being 

you did what?

kaz brekker x reader - you did what?

summary: bruises mottled over y/n’s body makes kaz concerned

warnings: fluff, pre-existing relationship, softer ooc kaz

word count: nearly 1.1k

A/N: i’m crawling my way through a writing block so i’m sorry this is so horrible and short

Y/N had a problem. No, it wasn’t a problem like the ones the other Crows had, problems fueled by trauma lurking deep beneath the surface. Y/N’s brain and body simply just didn’t want to cooperate in tandem.

It was like there was a lag in the cues. Her brain said step and her body tripped. We’re too close to the doorframe, her mind thought but the body continued trudging on, slamming the shoulder against the doorway.

The clumsiness was chronic, a day to day thing impacting every aspect. Some days were better than others and she didn’t do something entirely stupid. But on others, it seemed like her body was a magnet for bruises.

Carefully, Y/N walked up the stairs to Kaz’s room, exhausted after a day full of falling and bumping. Softly pushing open the door, she peeled into the dimly lit office.

The room always humorously reminded her of a dungeon, a low ceiling hanging over their head and candlelight flickering across the walls like jumping flames. Kaz was hunched over his desk, shoulders rolled forward and spine bent in a horrible posture. Even in the heat of the Kerch summer, he wore that heavy grey woolen jacket with sharply tailored lines accentuating his shoulders.

Over the years, the two had fallen into a routine they followed like clockwork. Kaz worked all morning long, then went out in the afternoons to bark at people until his voice became hoarse, and then worked in silence the rest of the evening. Y/N toiled in the Crow Club during the day, but when the sun began to set, she trudged up to Kaz’s office to pull him away from his work.

The best way to describe the man was unhealthy. His sleep schedule hovered anywhere from ruined to nonexistent, regularly skipped meals on accident, and had zero balance between work and life. But Y/N changed that.

When others saw a powerful man, someone with a dark legend swirling around him, taking on a life of its own, they tended to leave that person alone. No one dared poke the dragon hiding away in its lair. But Y/N did - she always did. She’d bother him till he’d eat a bit of food, until he’d hydrate himself with water in the place of pitch black coffee.

Creeping across the office to where Kaz’s nose was buried in paperwork, she began to pick up stray books and store them in their proper place. Her fingers brushed over the spines of the bound books, dancing over the gold embossed letters.

“All work and no play makes Kaz a dull boy,” she commented teasingly, glancing over her shoulder with a bit of a smirky smile.

Without looking up from his work, nose buried in spreadsheets, Kaz responded plainly, “Oh really?”

“You’re not even listening.”

“I am,” he looked up instantly. “I’m always listening to you.”

Y/N’s heart softly fluttered at how he looked at her, a sort of desperation in his eyes as though she were a lone raft in the midst of a churning ocean, keeping him safe from the biting waves. His gaze was so intense that it felt like a grazing caress along her skin, leaving little patches of goose flesh behind.

Under his stare, a red warm flush began to creep up Y/N’s face, forcing her to turn her gaze away. “Well c’mon then, put it away. You know the rules.”

Behind her back, Kaz roughly shuffled through the various papers and folders littering his desk, building up like a mountain full of snow bearing an avalanche.

“Work goes away at nine bells,” he repeated in a sing-song voice, mocking her voice.

“Don’t mock me. I love you and want to spend time with you - sue me.” Y/N turned on her heel, a sarcastic scowl splayed upon her face as she shook a scornful finger.

Kaz stood from his chair, stretching his arms over his back very slowly. “I could. You borrowed 20 kruge from me a week ago and you haven’t paid it back.”

“Really?” Y/N paused for a second, incredulously appraising Kaz who was so stoic as usual, not a hint of a grin on his face. “Oh Saints, you’re serious.”

Waving one hand in a dismissive manner, Kaz shrugged off his coat. “I’d only sue Jesper.”

“Of course, just your best friend, a man who’s saved your life multiple times. No biggie.”

Crossing the room, Y/N shuffled through Kaz’s desk, rearranging the mess. Kaz was messy to say the least, his desk was as cluttered as his brain. And yet, the clutter and chaos left him grouchy and irritable in the mornings when he returned yet again to the towering pile of paperwork.

As she lumped together papers, stowing them away in drawers, Kaz froze, the air in the room growing tense to mirror his body language. Stepping forward, he allowed his gloved hand to hover over her arm, black and blue bruises right underneath. That single action made everything change; it displayed the affection he could show without the use of touch.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was ice cold, a stern tone that made any sensible person freeze in their tracks.

“Myself.”

“No you didn’t, don’t lie. Was it Jesper? I’ve told him he can’t be bouncing around like a rabbit, hopping off the walls.”

Y/N bit her lower lip to keep from laughing, her lungs squeezing in temptation. Kaz just looked so serious, like she’d been fatally wounded. But she shook her head no to answer.

“It was Matthias then. What’d he do? Club you over the head like the caveman he is?”

“Kaz, he is your friend!”

“Acquaintance,” he simply corrected.

“Well it wasn’t Matthias or Jesper. I fell down the stairs.”

“You did what?”

Y/N drew in a deep breath, mentally preparing to explain the bout of clumsiness afflicting her. “Well I was walking up the stairs and I don’t know… I tripped, and went falling down the entire flight.”

Kaz stared at her incredulously, mouth slightly dropped open from either shock or disbelief - Y/N couldn’t tell which.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Absolutely not.”

A wicked grin kept onto Kaz’s face, the little quirks of his lips in one corner. It was mischievous, dangerous even. That smile was always the precursor to something snarky dropping from Kaz’s lips. But Y/N loved it, it drew her in like metal to magnet.

“What do I need to do? Wrap you in pillows?”

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hungry eyes | b.b

part one

pairing : dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader, neighbour!bucky

word count : 1k

summary : your dads best friend bucky is your neighbour and your bedroom faces his

warnings : 18+, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), masturbation (fem & m implied), exhibitionism(?)

a/n : only a teensy bit of smut in this part, part two will be more smutty hehe

Being home for the summer meant one thing: Friday night dinners with your dad’s best friend, Bucky, who also happened to be your very hot next-door neighbour.

Since you moved out for college, your dad converted your old bedroom into his office, meaning you slept in the guest room whenever you came to visit. The only problem with this was that the guest room faced Bucky’s bedroom. This made for some pretty awkward encounters over your summer stays.

On more than one occasion, you’d opened your curtains in the morning to Bucky wandering about his room, shirtless with loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Or his lower body wrapped in a towel, hair damp and skin wet. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander across his sculpted body, appreciating his bulging biceps and chiselled abs.

Also more than once, he’d catch your eye, and you had to swiftly avert your eyes and pray he didn’t realise you were staring at his half-naked body, a total invasion of privacy.

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Headcanon for Steve’s top 5 kinks? I love your headcanons 🥰

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A/N: Thanks, anon! Oh, and just letting everybody know, this is only how I personally interpret the character. Obviously there is no way to know whether this is canon or not; it’s all just for fun!

Size Kink - Let’s face it, Steve spent a very large portion of his life always being the smallest kid around. Growing up, he probably felt very emasculated knowing that his future girlfriend/wife would most likely be taller and stronger than him. So when he gets the serum, he’s absolutely thrilled. He knows that he can be much larger than his girl now, because let’s face it, the man is huge. Steve loves how much smaller you are than him, and he’ll always make sure to remind you of it. Hushed whispers of, “Look at my tiny little doll,” and “You’re so small, baby, I don’t even know if big cock is gonna’ fit inside you,” are constantly things that he’d say during sex. And even if you’re a bit on the taller or heavier side, just the thought of him knowing that he’s much stronger than you is enough to get him going. This man is a super soldier and he definitely won’t let his girl forget it.

Daddy Kink - This is something that Steve would’ve had no clue about before you mentioned it to him, but over time, grew to love it so very much. He loves just how adorable and innocent you look when you call him by that name, and it’s completely his nature to be protective and nurturing towards his girl. Steve gives the biggest soft dom vibes ever, so the title ‘Daddy’ would totally be perfect for him.

Spanking - This kink is amazing for Steve because it involves the two things that he craves most; being a disciplinarian, and your sweet, sweet ass. He loves the little noises that you make when his hand comes down on your bum, and absolutely adores seeing you all red and marked up when he’s done. Though don’t worry, he’ll always rub lotion on your butt at the end of a session, not wanting you to be in any actual long-lasting pain.

Breeding Kink/Pregnancy Kink - This is something that Steve wouldn’t have released he has until he sees you pregnant with your guy’s first baby. Back when he was younger, the man was almost certain that he’d never find a wife who cares about him, let alone ever have children with him. So now that he sees you all swelled up with his baby, it’s an addicting sight. It almost brings him a feeling of pride or possession; one that gives him so much satisfaction. He loves knowing that the child you’re carrying belongs to himself, and he loves that other people know it too. Plus, you look more than beautiful with a pregnancy belly.

Stockings - Steve absolutely loves seeing his girl wearing thigh-high stockings, especially a nice pair of white ones. Bonus points if they have bows at the top. The whole idea of nylons just reminds him so much of the olden days, and your legs look sexy as hell in them. It’s a win-win situation in his book.

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Azriel’s Shadows love you as much as he does - Azriel x female!reader

Type - Imagine

Character(s) - Azriel

Warning(s)- Fluffy

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Ever since Azriel can remember he has been self conscious about his abilities. His situation in the Illyrian camp did not do much to make him feel better about his gift. He always tried to keep them out of sight and away. This was easy most of the time, the only time they ever seem to get the best of him was when you were around.

No matter how hard he tries, the shadows demand your attention. They love you. Every time that you come around Azriel they seem to glow brighter, as if they were trying to get your attention.

 Not to mention when you came within touching range. Every time you came close to him they would jet out from their places and towards you. This frustrated him to no extent. He was so good with controlling them but every time you came around he seemed to lose any grasp he had on them.

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There are shockingly few gifs of Gally?! 

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Minho:

- Minho always loves you legs.

- Minho's likes to squeeze you thighs, so much he kinda does it on a daily basis.

- You drive Minho crazy when you wrap your legs around him in hugs.

- Minho also thinks that your thighs make nice pillows.

- Minho would occasionally whine about how cold his hands are and of course he'd slide them in between your thighs. He loves how warm they are.

- Don't be surprised if Minho constantly banters you to sit on his lap, he likes feeling you spread when you sit on him. He also gets better access to your thighs and a view.

Newt:

- Newt loves everything about you so what he likes can vary depending on his mood.

- But the first thing that stood out to him was your smile

- You smile was genuine.

- Newt never really see's genuine smiles any more, not in a place like the maze.

- Your positive and bubbly makes everything so much better.

- Newts less stressed and realises that there are plenty of good things to live for and better things to find out there.

- When your not smiling Newt knows somethings wrong and he will give you as many hugs and kisses you need to make you feel better.

- Newt wants to be the person to make you smile...this does cause tension when Thomas arrived in the glade.

Thomas:

- Thomas liked you eyes and the way they would gaze at him.

- Its like reading a thousands words.

- The two of you have fun talking with your eyes. It bugs the hell out of Chuck. Newt and especially teresa.

- You never had to use words with Thomas he just new, it was good having someone who could understand you so well.

- You play a big role in Thomas's want and determination even more then Teresa much to her annoyance.

- Your eyes are the thing that mesmerises Thomas, sometimes they make him want you bad.

- Don't be surprised if Thomas pins you against a wall suddenly, if you have that look in your eyes. He wont hold back.

Gally:

- Gally likes your hips not in just a sexual way.

- When you allow Gally to rest his hands on your hips he has overwhelming feelings of happiness and pride.

- He's honoured that you consider him close enough to allow him to touch you.

- Gally would never touch u if you felt uncomfortable and he doesn't wanna get thrown on the pit.

- Gally also loves draping his arms around you waist/hips, reminding him of how small you are.

- With this promotion Gally is one of your key protectors.

- He always looks out for you and keeps the other boys of your back.

- This was the start of a passionate and trusting relationship.

No bc you know something's wrong when EVEN this mf would be a better Captain America than John Walker

Y'ALL KNOW I'M RIGHT

They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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jester

platonic!crows x reader - jester

summary: things go awry when kaz loses his cool

warnings: profanity, excessive drinking

word count: nearly 1.2k

“Kaz, are you really sure you want to go that way?” Y/N questioned, leaning forward in her seat until she was looming over the map splayed across the wooden surface. “I mean, yeah, the guards will probably be stationed there - but this is really risky.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Kaz snapped, practically spitting venom at the girl sat across from him.

He’d had his fill over her - the doubts, the questions, the are you sure’s. To put it simply, it was annoying. There was no place in a functioning crew for someone so outspoken - so brazen as to question the leader.

But here she was, gazing up into his eyes as she blatantly questioned his careful planning. Did she think he wanted them to fail? For the plan to go awry? It sure seemed like it with how she picked through every detail, giving her unneeded opinion. And yet, he still liked her - found himself craving her company, her irritatingly funny jokes. He both loved and despised the way she was a little slice of sunshine, the one bright thing lighting up the Barrel.

“I’m just trying to help,” she offered, leaning back in her chair. “I’m sure being the genius is tiring.”

“You know what,” Kaz snapped, the final thread holding his temper in place fraying. “Get out.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, staring at him as though he had just said something entirely unreasonable. Inej dropped her chin to her chest, carefully trying to look anywhere other than the cat fight happening in front of her. Resting his head in one hand, Jesper exasperatedly watched, partly enjoying the show.

Kaz pointed towards the door firmly, arching one eyebrow, daring her to defy him. And that’s exactly what Y/N did, staying firmly in her seat and crossing one leg over the other. A smile graced her face as she desperately tried to hold in the giggle that surfaced in response to Kaz’s furious gaze.

“You think this is funny?” Kaz barked, “I already have one jester named Jesper - I certainly don’t need a second.”

Y/N abruptly stood from her chair, which clattered to the floor behind her. “I’ve had enough. Enough of you treating me like a rug to wipe your filthy feet on.”

Without waiting a moment, she spun on her heel and strode out of his office, slamming the door behind her with a deafening bang.

As the sun set, Y/N didn’t return and it set all of the Dregs on edge. A person not returning was typically a dreadful omen - one of death, injury, kidnapping, torture. It certainly wasn’t good.

Kaz couldn’t ignore the hateful glances that were shot in his direction as he picked at his dinner, appetite absent. Inej and Jesper were silent, careful not to utter a word after Kaz’s outburst. But the other Crows weren’t so careful. Especially Matthias, who didn’t mind stomping on DirtyHands’ toes every so often.

“Confrontations can be done in a tactful way,” he advised while cutting a waffle into bite sized pieces for Nina.

Kaz huffed, “Another proverb of yours?”

“If you listened, you might find the wise words of Fjerda helpful.”

“Of which you are an endless fount,” he bitterly replied, stuffing a piece of waffle into his mouth which was dressed in copious amounts of butter and very little syrup.

“Don’t take it to heart darling,” Nina cooed, laying her head on Matthias’s shoulder and lovingly gazing up at him. “Kaz just doesn’t have your way with words.”

Wylan nervously checked his bronze pocket watch and glanced around at their ensemble. “Guys- what are we going to do? Leave her out there?”

“If she wants to leave, she’s free to do so,” Kaz chirped, but to the dislike of everyone else.

“No,” Jesper argued, standing up from the table and straightening his back in a confident pose. “We’ll go find her.”

Together the four boys went tramping through the dimly lit streets of Ketterdam, dodging pigeons heading back to the tourist boats and arguing about where Y/N could have gone.

“She has to have gotten dinner!” Wylan exclaimed, gesturing north to where several dingy diners were open.

Matthias stubbornly crossed his arms, “No- she likely went to the harbor. Running water always cools off angry people.”

“Or,” Jesper drawled, “she went to a club - drinking and gambling.”

Everyone turned their direction to the boy who was anxiously fiddling with his guns, spinning them back and forth before reholstering. “What? It’s what I would do.”

As the boys gazed at one another, a silent agreement passed over them. That yes, Y/N would do that too. Her and Jesper were the stereotypical wild child - never backing down from a dare, never refusing a party.

So together they took off, splashing through the streets in search of a club. They took turns, peeking their heads inside various establishments, calling her name.

Kaz now stood in the middle of the street, both gloves hands clutching the head of his cane as he waited for Jesper to return. And soon enough, he appeared toting Y/N along, her arm thrown over his shoulders. She stumbled along, nearly falling over her own feet as she maniacally giggled. Jesper struggled to keep her upright as she tipped forward and backwards.

“You are the most wonderful friend,” she cooed before another giggle erupted as she tripped over a cobblestone.

Jesper simply laughed and hauled her along until they neared the rest of the crew. Wylan tried his hardest not to laugh at Y/N’s drunken state, clapping one hand over his mouth.

As Y/N focused on the group of friends, her gaze immediately fell upon Kaz. Letting out a long groan, she threw her head back and nearly fell over. “Not you.”

“Oh yes… me.”

With a nod from Matthias, they all headed back home to the Slat. But Y/N kept stumbling by their side, slurring her speech as she spilled out confessions.

“I love you all, I hope you know that.”

Jesper and Wylan immediately fawned, literally awwing aloud. “We love you too,” they chimed in sync.

A Fjerdan saying was spoken in Matthias’s thick accent. Half the words were beyond their comprehension of the language, but they gathered that it alluded to platonic love.

Despite his better judgement, Kaz found himself smiling at his makeshift family - this band of brothers and sisters he’d managed to form. Sure, they were all broken, damaged goods in one way or another. But when they were together they were whole - they patched up each other’s wounds and healed the past.

“Even you, Kaz,” Y/N rambled on, clearly out of her mind. “When you get past the glares and shitty attitude, you’re a nice guy way way way deep down.”

Without a second thought, overwhelmed by those warm feelings of home and family, he admitted, “I love you all too.”

“Well look at that,” she exclaimed loudly, throwing her arms into the air and nearly toppling face first onto the dirty cobblestone road. “The Bastard is a softie!”

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