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Not What It Looks Like

jesper fahey x reader - not what it looks like

summary/request: “omg i just read your blog and had a read through your masterlist. you’re a fab writer! 👏🏼 if you like the trope could you do there’s only one bed with jesper. thanks!”

warnings: profanity, mentions of sexual activity

word count: 2.5k

A/N: i’m so close to writing a p2 for this omfg

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“What are you doing?” Jesper questioned, his voice consuming the silence that once occupied the main floor of the Slat.

Lost in her own thoughts, Y/N jumped like a startled deer, dropping the pillow in her hands. Everyone had long since headed upstairs to their bedrooms, hopeful for a good night’s rest. But not her - she was delegated to the main floor, destined to spend the night on a lumpy broken couch.

“Making a bed for myself,” she bluntly replied, picking up the pillow and laying it on top of the makeshift bed of partially moth eaten quilts. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

“Why?”

“Kaz won’t let me use my room. Something about needing to survey the street below.”

Jesper crossed his arms and closely watched her as she worked. “So you’re sleeping down here?”

“Don’t want to be a bother to anybody. This couch isn’t that horrible,” Y/N trailed off, her gaze flitting to the sunken couch, the wooden frame practically jutting out of the fabric.

“No, literally stop,” Jesper scolded, reaching forward and snatching the pillow from the couch. “You can stay in my room.”

Y/N gripped the other edge of the pillow again, giving a sharp yank. “Jes, we all know how you need your beauty sleep. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Shut up, seriously. You’re sleeping with me.”

“Jes-”

“Nope, nopity nope. C’mon,” Jesper chided, scooping up the blankets and pillow in one fell swoop.

Y/N crossed her arms, half-heartedly arguing her case. “I could always room with Inej or Nina.”

Jesper scoffed, laughing lightly. “Saints, no - trust me on this one, darling. Nina snores in her sleep, Matthias told me but don’t repeat it or she might stop our hearts. And Inej sleeps with a knife under her pillow so there’s always the risk of-” Jesper raised one hand into the air and quickly jabbed it downward,“during the night.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Y/N questioned, voice wavering slightly. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, mentally evaluating her options. It would be a lie to say the idea of sleeping in a bed wasn’t tempting. The frumpy couch wasn’t exactly… appealing.

“Not at all,” Jesper insisted, a dopey grin playing upon his lips.

Smiling herself, she gathered up her things and followed Jesper, who toted the quilts in his arms, up the rickety staircase. It felt odd, heading to the north side of the Slat that faced towards the harbor as her room lay on the South side. Soon they entered a dimly lit hallway, the only sound being faint snores.

Staring at Jesper’s back, Y/N wondered why he’d offered. They’d never completely seen eye to eye, constantly poking each other’s buttons - more like giving sharp jabs - on missions. They weren’t enemies, but rather disagreed as much as casual acquaintances possibly could without ruining a mission. She was sure this now was a friendly gesture - helping out a fellow Dreg in need. But quickly an alternate, more foreign, thought rose to the surface, begging to the Saints for hope that it wasn’t just friendly - but something more. The thought was desperately suppressed, buried into the back of her dark mind.

Jesper abruptly coming to a stop and rifling through his pocket for the key, snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. Unlocking the door, he softly pushed it open, careful to not make too loud of a sound.

“Home sweet home,” he announced, stepping inside and immediately walking over towards the small cot in the corner.

For a moment, Y/N allowed her eyes to survey the room, taking in all the little details that seemed to scream Jesper. The layout was nearly an exact copy of hers - a cot, a window, a dresser with a mirror. But Jesper’s room was hectic, clothes thrown everywhere, a stack of cups on a small stand next to several empty boxes that once housed bullets. A small smile crept onto her face as she noticed his prized pearl handled revolvers, sitting upon a red velvet cushion on top of his dresser.

She could still remember the night he’d snatched it in the middle of a job. Kaz had paired them up and they had unfortunately but expectedly run late. In the midst of running through a mansion, Jesper thought it was of the utmost importance to grab the cushion. And of course, she had cursed him for it.

“Good memories, huh?” Jesper questioned, glancing over his shoulder as he tugged blankets off his bed.

Y/N smirked slightly, running the tips of her fingers over the silver embroidered edge of the pillow. “Of course, if you consider me calling you names enjoyment.”

“I believe you called me spectacular.”

“A spectacularly stupid ass, to be precise.”

“You’ve always had a charming way with words,” Jesper replied with a wink, unceremoniously dropping a pillow and blankets on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping on the floor so you can have the bed,” he responded rather blandly, as if it was to be expected.

“No, absolutely not,” Y/N replied, almost in a scolding manner. “In the morning you’ll only whine about it and I’ll be scolded. We can share.” She quickly crossed the room, eyes trained anywhere other than Jesper’s.

“Fine,” he groaned, as though this were a form of torture, but Y/N swore she saw a cocky grin, just for a second.

Together they descended into silence, placing their pillows and rolling out the blankets. Each moment was tense, Y/N being acutely aware of Jesper’s gaze that kept flickering up to examine her face. The intensity made her heart race, but she kept herself focused on the task at hand.

It was only when the bed was made, covers thrown back, that the anxiety lept to the surface, overtaking her mind. The little details, things she’d normally overlook, now felt tenfold; the way sharp cold gusts rushed in through the open window, the way the Slat was so quiet that she could hear each inhale Jesper took. For a second, she just drowned in how overwhelming it all was.

But that feeling was shattered when Jesper kicked off his shoes and with his back to her, pulled his shirt over his head. Desperately, she tried to look at anything other than Jesper and his bare back, lean muscles flexing. The floor was suddenly certainly interesting and she allowed her gaze to follow the lines of the wood grain, until Jesper slipped into bed, pulling the covers over himself with a flourish.

Kicking off her own shoes, she too slipped into bed, careful to avoid meeting Jesper’s gaze as she settled in. The cot was tiny to say the least. Meant for one person, the two of them were squished together. Y/N shuffled around slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it seemed as though every inch of her body was pressed against Jesper.

“Could you scoot over?” She furiously whispered as she tried to find a comfortable spot.

“I’m on the edge,” Jesper replied, rolling over to face her.

“Well I don’t have any room!”

In the process of wriggling around, trying to make room, the bed squeaked painfully loudly, making both of them wince.

“If you keep making so much noise, someone is going to think we’re sleeping together,” Jesper teasingly complained, a smug grin on his face as he rested one arm behind his head.

Y/N’s jaw dropped open and she scrambled for something to say. “Don’t make this into something it’s not!”

“I’m not!” Jesper exclaimed defensively, gazing at her sharply, a smirk still etched onto his face. “You were the one that started acting all weird about me taking my shirt off.”

“I… I was not!”

Jesper raised one eyebrow sarcastically as he silently questioned her. The smug smirk on his face transformed into a knowing grin as he allowed his gaze to shamelessly scan her face. Embarrassment rose up inside of her like a wave, sending a rush of warmth flushing onto her face. A thick silence ensued as the two simply stared at one another.

In the darkness of the room, she could faintly make out his handsome features, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window. His curly hair softly blew in the frigidly cold breeze from the harbor. As her gaze slowly roamed his face, focusing on the silly grin on his face, she felt her heart do little flip-flops in her chest. It left her breathless, heart pounding insanely quickly.

Without a second thought, she rolled over so she faced the window instead of Jesper. However, she allowed her mind to swim in those feelings of butterflies. She’d felt them before; firstly when she was still a girl in school, fawning over a classmate that was especially kind and gifted her a pencil when she was in need of one. Now she was feeling those feelings tossing and turning in her gut again. Part of her was horrified, now knowing somewhere along the line she’d developed a crush on the sharpshooter. But was it really that odd? Another part of her expected it, unconsciously knowing those feelings were lurking, waiting to be found.

Y/N closed her eyes, wishing for sleep to fall upon her soon, but Jesper’s hands constantly jumping around like startled animals kept her wide awake.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N questioned with a groan, glancing over her shoulder.

“Can I?” Jesper motioned putting an arm over her, a soft smile on his face, “I’m used to sleeping with a pillow.”

Before she could even think, Y/N found herself nodding, giving in to the part of her brain that went haywire whenever Jesper spoke. Casually, he draped his arm around her middle, softly pulling her a bit closer to him. It took every bit of Y/N’s being to keep her heart from bursting as it hammered in her chest. In that quiet room, all she could focus on was every little movement from Jesper; the way his arm would tighten around her, how his warm breath fanned across the back of her neck. It was all so intense, but not the type that ensued panic. For lack of a better word, Y/N found it nice.

Jesper was like the warmth of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day, a steaming cup of tea during the flu season. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, relishing in the peaceful feeling. Behind her, Jesper too was drifting off, his breathing growing deep and leveling out.

When he’d pull her closer in his sleep, a sense of anxiety rose up within Y/N, but it was quickly chased away by the knowledge that this was right. She couldn’t exactly explain it, but there was a pull deep within her soul proclaiming that this was exactly where she belonged.

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Y/N was awoken in the morning by the sounds of the other Dregs stirring awake, stomping down the hallway to head downstairs for breakfast. But she didn’t dare move from where she lay.

Jesper’s arm was still tucked around her, firmly holding her against his chest. His head was nuzzled into her neck, his warm breath making her skin tingle and hair softly flutter. It felt so immensely peaceful, as though everything in the world had stopped just for them. The steady rise and fall of Jesper’s chest tempted Y/N to close her eyes and drift off back to sleep.

It was foolish to even consider, but she wanted to stay there far into the late morning hours. Nothing sounded more splendid than staying in that warm bed, feeling the nipping Kerch breeze wash over her as birds chirped outside. Ketterdam was always quietest in the mornings - the pigeons were gone, back on their tourist boats, and everyone else seemed reluctant to wake.

Softly the door to Jesper’s tiny room creaked open and Nina’s voice came in through the crack, “Kaz wants you downstairs, Jes.” Without thinking, Y/N let out a squeak which Nina obviously heard. “Y/N?”

Nina flung open the door and strode into the room, hands on her hips and a wicked smirk on her face. “Well, well, well - when did this start happening?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Y/N exclaimed, trying to wiggle out from Jesper’s grasp but he just firmly pulled her back into place. He groaned softly in his sleep, burying his face into her neck.

“All I know is you two certainly look… cozy.”

“I couldn’t sleep in my own room,” Y/N furiously whispered, eyes ablaze as she desperately tried to explain. “Jesper offered for me to sleep in here.”

Nina raised her eyebrows and continued her teasing, “And so that requires cuddling?”

Y/N felt as though she was dying from embarrassment. All she wanted to do was crawl under the covers and hide, but Jesper kept her firmly in place, pressed against his chest.

“Please don’t tell the others.”

“They’ll still find out,” Nina scolded, crossing her arms.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“How would they know?”

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They knew. It was painfully obvious that all of their friends knew the moment Jesper and Y/N trudged down the staircase. Jesper had that adorable yet annoying smug grin on his face, as though he’d won some sort of prize. Y/N kept her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to meet her friends’ inquisitive gazes.

Kaz wore a cocky smirk on his face as he picked through the scrambled eggs on the table before him. Raising one eyebrow, he said, “Sleep well?”

“Great,” Y/N bluntly replied, taking a seat next to Nina. Silently she prayed that he wouldn’t question further. The last thing she needed was being teased over her not so little crush.

“You weren’t on the couch,” Kaz prompted, digging for more information. His eyes twinkled with mischief as his gaze flickered between her and Jesper, who was rubbing at his eyes.

Nina leaned over dramatically towards Y/N, reaching across to steal an extra waffle. When she pulled away, she wrinkled her nose. “Saints, Y/N! Please tell me you didn’t use Jesper’s cologne - it’s certainly not your scent.”

Y/N casually let her chin drop, nose angling towards her shoulder. She did smell like Jesper - an intoxicating blend of cinnamon, spice, and Ketterdam smoke. It sent her heart jumping into her throat and she sent a quick glare to Nina who cheekily smiled.

Inej’s fork clattered to the plate as her gaze whipped between Y/N and Jesper, the latter of which had a faint red tint upon his cheeks. Her jaw slightly dropped as she exclaimed, “You didn’t!”

“They definitely did,” Kaz chuckled with a snort.

Jesper choked on his coffee, eyes growing wide as did Y/N’s. “I didn’t sleep with her- well I did, but not in that way.”

Kaz comically raised both eyebrows, letting out a little hum of disbelief.

Both protested, “It’s not what it looks like!”

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the fjerdan & the kerch

kaz brekker x reader - the fjerdan & the kerch

summary: kaz and matthias butt heads over someone they both care for

warnings: roughly follows parts of the ice court plot, matthias x childhood best friend!reader, fjerdan!reader

word count: 2.5k

“Lucky for me, I’ve got another Fjerdan to confirm your information.”

As Y/N climbed the stairs to the deck, her palm sliding along the wooden railing, she could hear Kaz’s gritty voice booming from above. She’d joined the job at the last moment after a last ditch effort of begging Kaz to allow her to join. Of course he was hesitant bringing along someone so fresh, new and untested, but relying upon the intelligence of a Fjerdan fugitive was not something Dirtyhands wanted to do. And so here Y/N was, on a bobbing ship bound for the country she left so long ago.

“Don’t you trust me demjin?” The question was a snarl, one of an animal bound and caged, silently fearful of there being no escape in sight.

As Y/N stepped onto the main deck, light pouring over her form, she felt as though she were basking in the feeling of home. That rough accent traveling on the high sea winds was a jolting reminder of home, of the family she once had. Of the small village she’d once lived in, just a few miles from the coast, wedged between frozen rivers and thick pine forests. She could nearly smell the pine sap in the air, the chilling breeze seeping into her bones.

And as she opened her eyes, she swore she was hallucinating for a moment. Squinting at the blond burly man, she allowed her gaze to roam over his face. Those features were foreign yet so familiar. On the outside was a war hardened soldier, fighting for a country he blindly pledged loyalty too. Fighting too young. But underneath, Y/N could still peer at the little boy she had grown up beside. The lopsided grin on the squarely set jaw, now clenched so tightly he looked like he might snap his own teeth off. Ignoring the shaven head, she could still remember the wavy blond locks he’d had, that seemed to shine like gold during the summer months.

It was Matthias and somehow at the same time, not him at all.

Y/N stood frozen, simply staring at her childhood friend who stared back with a sense of disbelief. All she wanted to do was run to his side, fall to her knees, and hug him until her arms gave out. But she couldn’t. They weren’t little naive children anymore, running through a field of snow as reindeer migrated through the village. Their grubby hands no longer sought out freshly baked cookies on the countertops. She no longer braided her hair like her mother had done, no longer placed a ruby red ribbon in the braid like the one Matthias had given her.

Deep inside, Y/N knew they both changed that night the Grisha had struck their village. An eye for an eye seemed to be the one thing shared between drüskelle and drüsje. When her father had been struck down, heart stopped in his own chest, her mother had fled with Y/N’s hands in hers. Running far far away from that quaint village. Away from their cozy patchwork quilts, made of whatever pieces of spare fabric could be found at the time of their making. Away from the tiny cabin that had been their home, that had provided shelter during blizzards, warmth during the winters. Away from her father lying dead on the ground, eyes blankly staring up at the sky. Away from Matthias, wherever he was.

Staring into his eyes now, she knew something horrible had happened. The blues within his eyes had once reminded her of the spring melt, when clear blue water came streaming down from the snow-capped mountains. It was the sign of new life, of rebirth in Fjerda. Those soft blues were like the little tiny wildflowers that would sprout over the tundra, only to be grazed by horses or livestock. But now, there was no hint of softness in those blue irises. They were hard. Solid like ice that could run for miles underfoot. No matter how long you chiseled away, it was ice. Endless ice. That pale, nearly white, blue - unrelenting to any outside force.

“Y/N,” Matthias breathed out, barely audible over the howling winds.

But Kaz heard that single word, his hawk-like eyes flashing between the two Fjerdans. His jaw was set tight, muscles twitching every few seconds. “You two know each other?”

Nodding, Y/N took another step forward until she was standing by Kaz’s side, whose long coat flapped wildly in the wind like a large black sail, pushing them towards the icey country.

Matthias’s eyes stirred with something Y/N couldn’t quite place her finger on. Was it concern, a longing for their childhood, happiness over their reunion? And when she glanced at Kaz, she couldn’t describe his expression either. His dark eyes, like billowing storm clouds, seemed to swirl with anger, resentment… jealousy even.

“We grew up together in Fjerda,” Y/N clarified, reminiscing with nearly a smile upon her face. “His house was just a few down from mine.”

“How do you know this demjin?” Matthias’s gaze bore into hers as he questioned her in Fjerdan, voice heavily laced with concern.

Heart thudding in her chest, Y/N fumbled over her own words. It felt wholly impossible to describe whatever her relationship was with the Bastard of the Barrel. It wasn’t friendship yet it also wasn’t more… just that odd inbetween. Mutual appreciation?

In Fjerdan, she mumbled, “I met him in Ketterdam. He’s taught me the ropes.”

Scrunching up his nose and crossing his arms, Kaz harshly snapped, “I am right here, you know.”

But the two Fjerdans pointedly ignored him, now in the midst of a silent argument, staring at each other with fiery eyes as they did as children.

“He is not good for you.”

Y/N scoffed as her hands fell into place on her hips. “And you think you know what’s good for me? Years after we went our different paths.”

“He is an evil man,” Matthias snarled. “I can see it in those soulless eyes.”

“Don’t you even start!”

“I was imprisoned, Y/N! All because his Grisha pet claimed me a slaver.”

The last word of Matthias’s proclamation was spoken in clear Ravkan, as perfect a pronunciation as the Fjerdan man could muster. It was a clear message to Kaz as to the topic the two were discussing in their native language. Matthias’s eyes gazed at hers, eyebrows slightly furrowed as though he were begging. Begging for her to see his side, to understand why he was so concerned.

But Y/N simply shook her head, glancing at Kaz and speaking in Ravkan, “There must have been a misunderstanding.”

Matthias’s face grew red, the shade of beets her mother had harvested in the summer months. Standing up, he furiously reached towards Y/N fumbling to grab ahold of her wrist. “These Ravkan and Kerch people are horrible.”

“That is quite enough from you, Helvar,” Kaz snapped once more and with a swing of his cane, brought it roughly down upon the Fjerdan man’s shoulder.

The first day had been rough, taut tension rippling through the air between the Fjerdan and the Kerch as Y/N now liked to call them. The two men that marked the two different lives she had lived. Matthias with the naive girl who not once even wondered of a life outside her little Fjerdan village. The girl who made sticks into swords and rocks into cannon balls. And they’d played on those snowy fields, each commanding their own invisible army and conducting their own duels. Of course, like the little gentleman he was, a quiet and reserved boy, far too timid for the games the other boys played, Matthias had always let her win.

And now there was the current version of her, the one whose life was marked by Kaz. That naive little girl had no clue what to do when arriving upon the docks at Ketterdam, her mother gravely ill from the tedious journey. And when she was left all alone, stranded and lonely, not a person to turn to for comfort on those grimy streets, was when Kaz appeared. Practically a knight in shining armor, someone to guide her through the city that rode that fine line between life and death.

In a way, he’d saved her. Silently directed her along the easier path, placing a few kruge in her pocket when she needed it. Whatever she needed, he provided some way, somehow. That was when her loyalty turned away from Fjerda and it’s gleaming snowy fields, her mind turned away from Matthias. And after that, it was Kaz… just Kaz.

Now as the ship cut through the harsh waters, ever heading more north, she could hardly stand the two men glaring daggers at each other. Part of Y/N thought, if given the chance, they’d willingly throttle each other to death. It would simply be a matter of who could throw the other overboard first. And as mildly entertaining as it sounded, that was one thing she did not want to witness.

By her side, Kaz fidgeted with a large padlock, tossing the rusted object between his hands as he worked those fingers, picking and relocking it. He liked to think he was a figure of confidence going into a job, the commander standing proud at the front of an army, head held high and shoulders pinned back. But really, he was a bit of an anxious mess. Everyone around just pointedly avoided the topic. Kaz always had his thing going. Something to work with his hands, something to exercise his brain.

“Can you show me?” Y/N found herself asking. For the longest time she admired the ways he could work a lock as though it were an extension of himself. How with just a few gentle clicks, like a puppet master pulling strings, anything would open to do Kaz’s bidding.

Kaz nodded, one corner of his lips turning up into what could resemble a smug smile. Outstretching her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the padlock he’d dropped into her palm. The metal was smooth under her touch, polished but tarnished by the rough patches of rust. It was like a little secret held within her hand.

Matthias, whose head was turned towards the churning waves, staring off into the distance for any sign of the icey coastline, chirped sarcastically, “In Fjerda, breaking into locked places is a crime. Is it not that way in Kerch?”

Y/N sent a scathing glare in his direction, just like how she used to when they were children. A smug grin sprouted upon Matthias’s lips, the same boyish look he had as a child. Even back then, they butted heads - the type of friendship anomaly where both were so different, yet so frustratingly alike. A sudden urge rose inside Y/N to poke her tongue out at the boy, but she didn’t. Instead, she rolled the padlock in her hands, cradling it like a precious jewel.

“Picking locks is an art,” Kaz began, folding both gloved hands in his lap as he learnt forward. “It takes time and practice, but it’s all in the hands. Locks are no different from people. With just a nice, light touch, a flick of the fingers, you can bend the object to your will.”

Gazing up into Kaz’s eyes, she thought he was more like the locks than anything else. Vehemently guarded and yet, the softness was still there. Way down beneath the tough exterior, vulnerable secrets held closely to the heart. If only she could scratch away at that, expose the truth beneath so she could know. Know Kaz for who he truly was, not this scary legend around him. But rather the true Kaz, the part of him that reigned over the motivations, the values, the reasons why he did what he did.

That was all she wanted in the world. To get to know Kaz. To learn the secrets of his trade, model herself in his image. To be talented enough to pick locks, twirl guns, and throw knives. To be someone worthy of being a Crow.

Each of the members of their group took turns peering through those glasses to examine the prisoner wagon rattling along the road on its way to the palace gates.

“This is genius,” Jesper breathed out, his eyes wide as he stared through the glasses.

All of them were jittery, adrenaline running through their veins that was nearly as cold as the Fjerdan ice. It chilled them to their core, but also stirred something inside. A deep wanting, a desire to make this whole job a success. To walk out of Fjerda in one piece, return to Ketterdam where their hands would be full of kruge.

“This is idiotic,” Matthias grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. His nose wrinkled up in disgust at the rather unappealing food placed in front of him, but Y/N would be willing to bet her life, some of that disgust was also meant for Kaz.

“How so?” Inej inquired as her thin frame practically leaned over the railing, staring at the prisoner wagon that slowed to a roll by the guard’s station.

“It would be,” the Fjerdan man admitted. “If Kaz knew everything about the Ice Court.”

An icey silence fell over the group as Matthias looked happily smug, a devilish grin upon his lips as he stared at the high walls of the Ice Court. The Crows all glanced at one another, fear sparking in their eyes at the thought of the Fjerdan destroying their heist.

Clenching her fists, Y/N sat up higher in her seat as she stared down her childhood friend. “Matthias if you don’t tell us, I swear to Djel I’ll-”

“He’s bluffing,” Kaz casually announced, wholly unbothered by Matthias’s little drama show.

“What?”

“Your dear Matthias wouldn’t risk withholding information to put you in danger. And he’s certainly not clever enough to think of blackmail.”

“Demjin,” he muttered under his breath, not daring to glance at Kaz’s face.

“Can you two just stop it?”

Both men practically jumped in their seats like nervous rabbits, staring at Y/N, and everyone else curiously watched the confrontation.

“I can’t go on with the two of you at each other’s throats,” Y/N begged, glancing between both of them. Matthias shifted uneasily in his seat, glancing back yet again at the large stone walls lying just down the road.

“A truce, please? You don’t have to like each other, or even think of one another as friends. But please just stop snapping.”

Tense silence hovered in the air as Kaz and Matthias both eyed one another, their jaws tense and heads held highly with confidence as if both were Kings on a chessboard. But ultimately both nodded, giving in to Y/N’s plea for the same reason - to please her. Neither wanted to see her upset, eyes wide and voice wavering as it was now. They both treasured the times when she smiled so widely that her eyes sparkled. Both aimed to see her happy, as carefree as a butterfly crafted of the most intricate hues and patterns fluttering in the wind.

Perhaps the Fjerdan and the Kerch weren’t so different after all.

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Maze runner boys ~ Reaction to reader with piecing and tatts ~

Yo i got a septum done and i love it so much. It's just so typical cause my friend yet again forced me into doing some stupid shit but i hope you guys like this post. Feel free to messages me if you have any requests.

Hey want to see more check out my masterlist.

Masterlist here (click me)

Minho:

- Minho would have so many questions about your piercing which of coures you would not be able to answer (lol memory loss is a bitch).

- Minho would ask the typical things like wow did those hurt?, How did you get them?, Are they like a part of your body? or Did Chuck draw on u?

- Minho just thinks you look really cool and naturally wants to do more.

- Its not uncommon for Minho to trace over your tattoos as he eyes them up closely.

- Depending on what piercing you have Minho might touch them, like if there on your ears for example.

- This still doesn't mean that he wont look up your nose if you have a nose piercing's.

- It's kinda awkward but its still cute and makes you blush.

- Minho would definitely want matching tatts.

- Minho respects you and your style, simple cause it looks painful but still very cool and different.

- Minho was definitely intimidated when he first saw you.

Newt:

- When Newt say the piercing he did even know, he didn't know what to say or what to do. He knew this is not a normal thing for gladers....

- Newt would try his best not to stare at them to much, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

- Newt would be so careful as he would hate to bump them.

- Newt would also ask the occasional questions but he doesn't wanna dig to much into it.

- He still 100% support your style, he likes the bold statement you bring.

- He can see you surviving the maze, he knows how stupid that assumption is but he just can't help it.

- Newt personally wouldn't good for the piercing but a small tatt representing your love is all he needs.

- Newt would 100% defend you if any of the gladers where to ever bully you or make you feel uncomfortable with there questions or complements.

- Newt also adores all the cute jewelry you put on, he just appreciates how much you've gone through to enhance your beauty.

- Buts its no difference to him, he would still think your beautiful with or without tatts and piercings.

Thomas:

- Thomas was kinda scared if you at the start...you just gave him bad vibes

- But Thomas soon learn't how lit you actually are.

- Thomas and you would soon become insufferable.

- He can't get enough oh your wild personality and devlishly good looks.

- Thomas would be curious and want to see all your tatts and i mean all your tatts even the ones you hide. He knows its pervy but he's just do interested and wants to hear all the stories behind it.

- Thomas would still stare at your piercings not that you wind it yo much.

- Thomas would overly consider getting anything done cause he nervous that its gonna look bad.

- He would much rather stare and you, heck he could do that all day long. If he doesn't get caught by Alby of course.

Gally:

- You Gally found you mesmerising

- He was really digging the look

- Sure Teresa is good looking but your the bomb.

- Gally would mediately feel the a strong urge of attract towards to.

- Gally would strike up cute little bets like who would win an arm wrestle, who would beat who in an actually wrestle or who can lift the most.

- Your not that strong but your smart, you won a couple bets.

- Gally is kinda hopeless when it come to flirting, its more like doing bro things. But you get it and you still enjoy it.

- Gally would respect you and also become a big simp for you. Cause who wouldn't want to have such an exotic beauty.

- Your his Queen and the only one who can put him in his place.

Fighter (TMR)

Request: snapping at a glader, fighting Gally and flirting

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pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: having a crush on your father’s best friend shouldn’t be an issue, until that friend is steve rogers and he has you pinned against the wall.

word count: 4,070

warnings: age gap, implied absent mother, oral f receiving, language, fingering, sex, praise kink, slight degradation kink, dom! steve, daddy kink and some dirty talk.

author’s note: has been a while since i wrote a smut fic for steve so… here u are. as always reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! :) my work is not meant to be reposted or stolen, this is the only place i upload my work and if you steal it i’ll have early 2000′s chris eat your toes

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Quite a caring bunch of boys

Request: Could I request poly marauders helping reader through a fainting episode? I have a fainting condition so my boyfriend has to help me with it at least 3 times a week 😕 just like the boys reassuring her and keeping others away because this is normal for them?

Word count: 977

Warnings/Content: fainting, dizziness, drinking (non-alcoholic), fluff, poly!marauders, gender-neutral reader (I think, let me know if there are any slip-ups), let me know if there are any more warnings I need to add.

Pairing: James potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, sirius black x reader, wolfstar

A/N: I want to thank the anon that requested this so much for being willing to give me more information so I could write this accurately. <333

You had just left Transfiguration and were now dawdling on your way to charms with your three rowdy boyfriends. The Transfiguration lesson had been hands-on and quite exciting. You’d been transfiguring rabbits into poufs and Sirius, James, and Remus, all highly gifted in transfiguration, were arguing lightly over whose pouf had been the best. It was quite obviously Sirius’s as he had made his elaborately colored and embroidered. James hadn’t been trying his hardest so his pouf still had fur when he was done, which he claimed was intentional.

Walking quickly became harder and forced you to put in twice the effort as your head began to swim. Your breathing became slow and your feet began to drag on the flagstones. You knew the signs and stopped to lean against the stone wall of the hall, praying one of the three boys had noticed your absence. As you opened your eyes You saw them still conversing and laughing loudly.

“Re-Remus,” you said with as much force as you could, knowing he had the best hearing out of the three and would hear you over the commotion. Remus’s head snapped around and found you immediately. He rushed over to you, quickly pressing two callused fingers to the pulse point under your jaw.

“Can I help you lay down, love?” Sirius murmured in a soft voice that was in stark contrast to his booming laughter just a moment ago. He knew how uncomfortable it made you when people would watch and comment while you were in such a vulnerable state. You nodded as best you could at his question.

Sirius’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and shoulder, his hand cupping the back of your neck. He slowly lowered you to the ground just as your knees gave out. As your vision faded to black the last thing you heard was James shouting at onlooking students to get to class or he’d give them detention for a month.

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Your eyelids fluttered as you regained consciousness. You kept them shut for a bit as you adjusted to your surroundings. Your head was in someones lap and a hand was softly stroking your forehead and cheek. You opened your eyes to find Sirius gazing at you from where he sat next to you. You looked up and saw that you were layed in Remus’s lap.

“Gave us quite a scare, darling,” Sirius said with a kind smile. The halls had cleared except for the three of you which brought on confusion.

“Where,” you cleared your throat to speak a bit clearer, “Where’s James?”

“Ran to get apple juice from the kitchen,” Sirius supplied.

“Should be back soon with those long legs of his,” Remus added.

“You’re one to talk, Moony,” Sirius quipped causing you to chuckle and cough a bit because of the weird angle. Remus helped you sit up and maneuvered himself so you could sit in between his legs and against his chest. Remus rubbed your arms up and down soothingly while you watched Sirius flip his wand around in his elegant hands.

Soon loud and fast footsteps echoed through the hall alerting the three of you to James’s return. He was running with the goblet of juice outstretched in front of him as he tried not to spill it. He slowed down as he got closer to you and squatted down in front of you, placing the goblet in your hands. He panted a bit as he regained a handle on his breathing.

You sipped the sugary juice slowly as the three boys conversed and joked, doing wonderfully to fulfill your request that they make you feel normal and don’t make you feel invalid after a fainting spell. You finished the large goblet and were beginning to feel your strength return.

“I’m ready to go,” you stated at a lull in the conversation. They all murmured in agreement and James helped you up from the floor as Sirius did the same for Remus. Remus’s trick hip always made it a bit hard for him to get up from sitting on the floor, the reminder of this fact caused you to cringe in guilt that you’d made him do something that made him hurt.

“Hey,” Remus said firmly when he noticed your face, “don’t give me that face, poppet, It only hurts a bit, and I am happy to help my wonderful lover any time, Okay?” Your face contorted into a pout, yet you nodded in agreement to his statement. Remus places a soft kiss on your forehead and whispered a soft “I love you” against your skin.

To which you responded, “I love you too Remus, and thank you, all of you.”

Sirius smiled at this and grabbed both his and your school bags and slung them over his shoulder. James slipped his arm around your waist causing you to have to let him bear the majority of your weight.

“Y’know I can walk myself right?” You joked as you leaned against James’s side even more.

“I know, doll, but the color hasn’t fully returned to your face and I just want to make sure you’re okay and--”

“I’m only joking, James,” you say as you look up at his worry etched face. The worry melts away as he snorts at your antics and continues walking to charms with his arm around you. “Thank you though, for worrying,” you say seriously.

“It’s what I do best my love,” James says sternly, causing the four of you to all fall into fits of laughter. Though the fainting spells worried them, having a routine to deal with them helped both them and you embrace it as part of you, and it never took too long to get back to your joking and adventurous normal.

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(Gally x Reader)

Fluff, fluff, come and get your fluff! I’ve always had a soft spot for unplanned confessions, so here’s my take on it. Enjoy!

Bonfire night. You always loved those. Those rare yet precious moments where all the gladers, including yourself, had a chance to unwind, have fun, and forget about the horrors that lurked beyond the maze walls. For just a few hours, you could let your worries trickle away and divert your focus to the few things that brought you genuine happiness. The crackling of the fire, the soft rhythmic beat of the makeshift drums, your friends and their laughter as they cracked stupid jokes and stumbled around after having a few too many sips of Gally’s secret recipe.

You chuckled under your breath as your gaze trailed down to the jar in your hands. The taste wasn’t something your particularly enjoyed, but the drink served its purpose well enough. It helped you relax, elevated your mood, gave you a light yet plentiful buzz that made you feel all warm inside. A part of you was positively curious what was in it, but even after being close friends with Gally for months, the tough Keeper of the Builders still kept it under lock and key, and not even you could pick it open. Maybe one day he would tell you…

“Come on, Y/N, it’s a serious question!”

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*The Avengers having a giant sleepover together*

Loki, waking up in the middle of the night: *rolls over*

Loki, opening his eyes: *sees Bruce sleeping next to him*

Loki, freaking out: *whispers* FUCK-

Loki: *slowly shifts away* Alright, everything is perfectly fine-

Bruce, suddenly grabbing hold of him: *hugs him tightly*

Loki: ...shit.

Loki: *tries to wiggle free*

Bruce, squeezing Loki tighter: *Hulk voice* PUNY GOD STAY.

Loki, terrified: *squeaks* I’m staying.

Tony and Thor: *huddles above Loki*

Thor, hand clapped over his mouth: *shakes with laughter*

Tony: *taking a video* Oh, this is DEFINITELY going online.

Loki, squished in Bruce’s arms: I hate all of you.

camping with dadsbestfriend!bucky…

summary || you and your family go camping, bucky tags along. 

word count || 958 words [headcanon format]

warnings || significant age gap [reader is mid-20′s & bucky is late 30′s], pining, lots of teasing, unprotected sex, pet-names [kid & peach], cocky!bucky, dirty talk, bucky finishes on reader’s chest — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || this was really quick but i hope you guys enjoy! i miss writing headcanons!! 

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