Can I Have This Dance?

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!”

General Six Of Crows taglist

@thegirlwiththeimpala @goldengoddess @vintagebitc @mylifeofcalculatedchaos @sixofshadowandbone @wanderlustingreader @cameronsails @itisroe @lawsandother @the-abyss-gazed-back

Derek:I’m begging you, please go to the hospital

Y/N: I’m sorry, is this YOUR stab wound?

Y/N: Stay out of it

these porn ads really make my daily tumblr scrolls difficult & traumatizing asf

talk ur shit

Can you ease do a hc where sebastian calls you a good girl for the first time (kind of in like an innocent or joking way) and finds out you have a praise kink?? 🙈 thank you!

Oh dear...

But imagine you and him are playfully arguing over something

And it's been going on for a while so you decide to just let him win

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine. Okay, I lose. You win."

He laughs and leans in to give you an innocent kiss on your cheek. "Good girl."

And immediately, a pleasant tingle danced down your spine, making you clench your thighs together

You get over it in a few seconds, but Seb knows your body too well. And he caught the way you shivered at the praise

Just so he wouldn't embarrass you, he didn't say anything right away. He waited a day or two, then brought it up in bed

Naked under the covers, his damp body pressed against yours as he pounded into you from behind

His hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed just a little, "Come on, be my good girl and cum for me."

He didn't miss the way you moaned and clenched around him hard the moment he called you his good girl

He chuckled in your ear, making a mental note of that.

I bet once he finds out you have a praise kink, he would be totally shameless

Especially in public, imagine you and him in an elevator and Seb decides to mess with you. He doesn't think twice before slipping his hand under your dress

You gasp and whimper as quietly as you can while he pushes your underwear aside and pushes his two fingers inside of you

He smirks when he feels how wet he made you. "Is my baby's pretty little cunt wet for me already?"

And he'd watched you squirm and try your hardest to hold back from moaning

You would melt anytime he called you his 'good girl.'

Especially when he growled it in your ear while spreading your legs apart and fucking you harder and deeper.

Or when he mumbled it, in a daze, against your lips while you rode his cock, "Such a good girl... riding my cock like you were made for it."

Can you imagine him calling you his good girl and asking you to kneel in front of him and show him just how good you've been all day? eye-

"Come here baby, show me how good you've been today"

"Have you been a good girl? Or do you need to be punished?"

"You look so beautiful on your knees, baby."

"Fuck..." he'd moan, "You feel so good."

Or imagine him tell you how good you taste while he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

"Such a sweet girl."

"Now be good, and be quiet for me"

Imagine him pressing his palm against your mouth, shutting you up while he speeds up into you and leans in to tell you just how good you feel

"Fuck... Babygirl, you feel incredible."

Protective Minho HC  || TMR

(requested by @mystical-crow)

Spoilers for The Scorch Trials

Ever since you first came up into the box, Minho thought you were the most precious thing he’s ever saw

When you two got closer and he realized he had feelings for you, he knew he would protect you at all costs

It didn’t take long for your friendship to evolve into something more serious and when it did, Minho couldn’t have been happier

He did, however, keep his promise on protecting you at all costs

Minho was SO AGAINST you being a runner

He got so many nightmares from the maze and the thought of something happening to you out there killed him 

All Minho wanted was for you to stay in your room all day safe and sound but you both knew it wasn’t realistic 

After a lot of begging and kisses, Minho hesitantly gave in and since then, you two became partners

Since you were the only girl in the glade, he was beyond worried whenever he left you alone since he didn’t trust all these teenage hormonal boys around you 

Minho has two different tones of “protectiveness” 

Half the time he’s either super aggressive towards everyone else and will break noses for you or he’s super sweet and caring protective- there’s no in between sorry 

Gally especially got on Minho’s nerves when it came to you

Gally was just plain rude and talked down to you constantly 

it would take every ounce of Minho to not choke Gally during keeper meetings

But you can bet he gave Gally a piece of his mind

“ Don’t talk about her like that unless you want to end up in the medjack- got it?”

Minho is such a clingy boy 

His hands are either always around your waist or his fingers are intertwined with yours 

One night during a bonfire, Minho left to go get you food and came back to see a drunk glader sitting next to you 

Once the glader grabbed your arm roughly, Minho’s rational side was completely thrown out the window 

He dropped the plate and tackled the boy to the ground

“ Don’t you ever touch her again do you understand? I’d be happy to kick your shucking ass -the medjack hut is right over there buddy!” 

Let’s just say Clint had his hands full that day 

Whenever there’s a greenie staring at you on the first day, Minho makes it a point to kiss you in front of them which basically means,” don’t even think about it Greenie, she’s mine.” 

Going to Minho’s sweeter side, he’s always checking up on you whenever he can 

“ Hey baby, did you eat yet?” is his signature quote since he knows you sometimes forget to eat since you lose track of time working 

It gets worse in the scorch, it seemed like every 5 minutes, Minho would say something along the lines of:

“Y/N, you look dehydrated, luckily I can quench your thirst.” 

“ Babe I’m just kidding but do you need water?” 

When you guys were in one of WCKD’s facilities, Minho refused to leave your side as they ran tests on you 

Minho couldn’t stop yelling at the guards after they separated the two of you

“ Where’s Y/N? What did you do to her!

He wanted to stay by your side because he knew something was weird about that place and didn’t want you to get hurt

Escaping the facility really brought out Minho’s protective side

He made sure you were right next to him and he always told you to step back before he shot the gun

Whenever the group camped out in the scorch, he would always fall asleep holding you 

It makes you sleep faster and makes the two of you feel way safer

Minho would risk his life for you and would always try to protect you but he knew he couldn’t be there to save you all the time

He taught you how to shoot and helped with basic hand to hand combat 

He just wants you to be safe and he wants you to be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t 

You had to practice fight with Thomas and Thomas accidentally swung a bit too hard and he hit you

Minho had smoke coming out of his ears but it all washed away when you landed a hard punch at Thomas’s cheek, causing him to fall backward

“ YES BABY! THAT’S MY GIRL JUST LIKE THAT! HELL YES!”

Fast Forward to the end of Scorch Trials where WCKD had you all lined up and on your knees

Minho was next to you and completely lost it when guards started to pull you away

Janson saw the look of distress on Minho’s face so when he walked over to Minho to taunt him, Minho just glared at him and said through gritted teeth:

“ If you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your shuck neck, right after I’m done with your arms and legs. I swear on my life I’ll kill you if you even lay a finger on her.” 

When the gunfire broke out, you managed to escape and rushed to Minho

It was super bad timing but you two kissed like it was the last one you would ever share

(and it would be the last kiss for almost half a year) 

Imagine having this....forever. 💛

...... take me in your arms pls

Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

Comas

Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs

Broken Bones

Burns

Unconsciousness & Head Trauma

Blood Loss

Stab Wounds

Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

Writing Specific Characters

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

Illegal Activity

Examining Mob Mentality

How Street Gangs Work

Domestic Abuse

Torture

Assault

Murder

Terrorism

Internet Fraud

Cyberwarfare

Computer Viruses

Corporate Crime

Political Corruption

Drug Trafficking

Human Trafficking

Sex Trafficking

Illegal Immigration

Contemporary Slavery 

Black Market Prices & Profits

AK-47 prices on the black market

Bribes

Computer Hackers and Online Fraud

Contract Killing

Exotic Animals

Fake Diplomas

Fake ID Cards, Passports and Other Identity Documents

Human Smuggling Fees

Human Traffickers Prices

Kidney and Organ Trafficking Prices

Prostitution Prices

Cocaine Prices

Ecstasy Pills Prices

Heroin Prices

Marijuana Prices

Meth Prices

Earnings From Illegal Jobs

Countries In Order Of Largest To Smallest Risk

Forensics

arson

Asphyxia

Blood Analysis

Book Review

Cause & Manner of Death

Chemistry/Physics

Computers/Cell Phones/Electronics

Cool & Odd-Mostly Odd

Corpse Identification

Corpse Location

Crime and Science Radio

crime lab

Crime Scene

Cults and Religions

DNA

Document Examination

Fingerprints/Patterned Evidence

Firearms Analysis

Forensic Anthropology

Forensic Art

Forensic Dentistry

Forensic History

Forensic Psychiatry

General Forensics

Guest Blogger

High Tech Forensics

Interesting Cases

Interesting Places

Interviews

Medical History

Medical Issues

Misc

Multiple Murderers

On This Day

Poisons & Drugs

Police Procedure

Q&A

serial killers

Space Program

Stupid Criminals

Theft

Time of Death

Toxicology

Trauma

Detention

Marauders. Wolfstar mainly. 

Warnings: smoking, fighting 

Pure fluff

A/N I have been seriously lacking for ideas for these one shots so please please if you have ideas let me know cause I would love to write them. I'm trying to post some one shots  for many different fandoms such as Marauders, Harry Potter, Marvel, Six of Crows and Merlin so if you have ideas or requests for any one shots with characters in those fandoms I would be happy to write them! And I am happy to write x Reader as well! :)

"I hate you all," Remus grumbled, buried in one of his jumpers, leaning back in his uncomfortable and far too small chair.

"How were we supposed to know Professor Binns was going to be just around the corner!" Sirius defended, just as grouchy as the Lycanthrope.

"Come on guys, don't fight," Peter budged in, still half asleep.

"Yeah, none of us are happy to be here and arguing isn't going to help," James agreed.

The four teenage boys had been dragged out of bed and into an empty, old, small classroom for a Saturday Detention.

"Surely you should be more upset Prongs, you're missing the Quidditch game," Remus pointed out.

James groaned in response. "I know, this sucks,"

Sirius grumbled something to himself and turned away from them all.

"Something to say, Padfoot?" Remus asked condescendingly.

"Shut up, Remus, this was your idea as well it's not all my fault that we're stuck in here!"

"You're the one who didn't check the map when he was supposed to!" Remus stood up, the lack of sleep and the upcoming full moon doing nothing to keep in his temper. "If you had done your job none of us would be in here!"

"If you had used your stupid werewolf senses for any good you could have heard Professor Binns!"

"Alright!" James bellowed louder than the two. "That's enough! You're frightening poor Pete," indeed Peter was in the corner with his hands over his ears. "Now if you can't talk to each other with any compassion then be quiet and talk after you've both calmed down,"

James left no room for negotiation so Remus and Sirius turned away from each other, Remus reading and Sirius quietly muttering to himself.

The hours dragged by and the boys all cursed Professor Binns for making them stay in detention for three hours. At the end Peter was braiding Sirius' hair for practise, James was lying upside-down on his desk and Remus was still reading, curling himself up and ignoring all of them.

————————————

When the third hour struck on the clock all the boys silently got up and walked out. James went to find the Quidditch team and ask them about the game, Sirius couldn't care less and went to the courtyard to smoke, Peter went after James and Remus went back to his dorm, curling up in his bed and reading again.

"James Potter where the hell were you?!" Marlene bellowed, upset with the Seeker.

"Detention," James replied sheepishly, not wanting to make her any madder. "How'd the game go?"

"Barter is not a good fill in Seeker, we lost by a long run," Marlene hit him up the head and kept walking with him, ruffling Peter's hair.

"Why'd you get a detention this time?"

"Got caught in a prank by Professor Binns," Peter sighed, all students knowing how strict Binns was. "Detention was horrible, three hours of Sirius and Remus sending each other harsh glares and arguing,"

Marlene gave him her sympathies, asking where both young lovers were now.

"Sirius is probably somewhere smoking, Remus is probably reading in the dorm or library,"

"Probably the dorm," James added. "He thinks the library is too crowded on weekends,"

———————————

Sirius stepped on his finished cigarette, extinguishing the sparks. He sighed, running his hands over his face, feeling bad for the argument with Remus.

Remus heard the door open but didn't bother to look up to see who it is, assuming it was Peter.

He felt his bed sink down and started to turn his head. Before he saw who was on his bed, he felt two arms wrapping around him and soft kisses being pressed into his shoulder blades. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Sirius in turn.

"'M sorry, know the full moons making you antsy, should've been nicer," Sirius mumbled into his chest, pulling himself as close to Sirius as possible.

"It's okay, I shouldn't have snapped," Remus kissed Sirius' head.

They silently lazed there in each others arms, Sirius pressing kisses to Remus' chest and Remus kissing Sirius' head.

"What book are you reading?" Sirius asked quietly.

So Remus started off about his new book, talking about the characters and plot with deep thought and analysation. Sirius listened to every word, paying extra attention so he could discuss the book with him on another day closer to the full moon to distract him from the pain.

Remus slowly fell asleep, words about his new book turning into quiet mumbles.

Sirius smiled softly at his sleeping form, brushing his hair away from his face - which needed a cut - and kissing his cheek, laying there in his sleeping arms.

And when Peter and James walked in to check on Remus, they both knew to silently walk out and leave the two to their lazy afternoon, wrapped in each other.

---

Tony: hey, kiddo, how’ve you been? How’s school?

Peter, a struggling™️ teen: I am a festive piñata and God is a thirteen year old boy whose parents just announced their divorce.

Tony:

Loki walks in the room: same