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Dancing In The Rain | Kaz Brekker

Summary: Exactly as the title says. Kaz and reader dance in the rain!

Warnings: Mentions of getting sick, just a lil sweet and carefree innocence, not proofread, probably bad.

hope you all like it, let me know what you think! requests for kaz are open! - parker

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If Ketterdam wasn’t known for it’s violence and crime, then it was most definitely known for it’s rain.

Every day seemed like it rained, almost like the Saints above saw the carnage of the streets and tried to wash it away. But, no matter how much rainfall bestowed Ketterdam, the cobblestone roads would always remain red.

Most people complained about the weather, grumbling to themselves about wanting sun for a change. You didn’t understand it. You loved the rain. Sure, the sun was nice on the occasion it happened, but you’d always been in pure adoration for the gloom that hung over Ketterdam.

That was something Kaz didn’t quite understand about you, among other things. Well, to be quite frank, Kaz didn’t truly understand anything about you, other than the obvious. Which was that you were utterly too good to be in Ketterdam of all places, with him of all people.

He’d tried telling you that before, saying that somewhere, all the way out in the great beyond, there was destined to be somewhere better, safer, with more opportunities and people to give you all that you deserved.

You never listened though, stating that regardless of how cruel Ketterdam could be, it was your home. Besides, you’d add, where else would you get rain quite like this?

Which brought you to where you were now. What started off as a night in the Crow Club, surrounded by your best mates, had somehow ended with you rushing outside as soon as you heard the familiar patter of rainfall on the rooftop.

In your excitement you’d forgotten your cost, not that you cared, but Kaz did. He’d been the one to find you sick last time you stayed out in the rain too long after not bringing it along, and he’d rather not have to see you in such a poor state of health again.

Sighing to himself, he got up from where he had been sat at the back of the club, talking to Inej when he saw you leave from watching Jesper gamble to scurry outside. Right away he knew what that meant, so he grabbed his cane and your coat when he walked past wear you once sat, and headed towards the doors.

Pushing them open, he was instantly met with a gust of wet wind and the smell of rain, and the sight of you... dancing.

He watched you for a moment as you smiled to yourself, twirling back and forth down the street, blissfully unaware of him watching. Kaz felt the corners of his lips upturn slightly at the way you looked so carefree. Who would’ve thought that one of the most skilled thieves and assassins in cursed Ketterdam, could look so angelic and innocent while dancing in the rain.

Kaz was so lost in his thoughts of you and the way you were beaming, that he didn’t even notice you had finally noticed him. “Kaz?” you asked, your voice was light. His dark eyes snapped to yours, you squinted at him. “How long have you been standing there?” He didn’t answer, instead he gestured to your coat that he had in his arms and held it towards you.

“I don’t need it,” you said. Kaz lifted a quizzical eyebrow at you. “Y/N,” he said to you, in his usual stern remark. “If you aren’t going to put your cost on, then I think it’s time you come inside now. Wouldn’t want you falling ill again, now round we?” His words made you stop in your place, no longer moving to the sound of distant music from nearby.

“Oh what, you don’t want to play nurse Kaz again? I thought you liked taking care of me when I’m sick.” Kaz rolled his eyes at you. “No, not really, Y/N. Now, come on, as I said let’s go inside.” He turned his back to go back inside, but noticed you still standing in the rain. “Y/N,” he spoke, tilting his head towards the door as a way of telling you to follow.

“Just a little longer, Kaz, please?” You looked like a little kid begging their parent for candy, so sweet and innocent, nothing like the criminal you actually were.

Kaz pursed his lips. “Fine. But I’m going back inside. If you’re not in there in the next few minutes, I will drag you myself, got it?” He didn’t wait to hear your answer, knowing you’d most likely listen, and turned to head inside once again.

However your voice rung out once more, calling his name. “Kaz?” It came out in a question, almost like you were unsure to ask. He turned his head towards you, and saw you had your hand outstretched to him.

An invitation.

“Care to dance with me?” You asked him, half joking and half serious. You knew that the likeliness of him accepting the offer was incredibly rare.

Which was exactly why you were dumbfounded when he turned from the doors and walked towards you, wordlessly saying yes to the proposal.

He didn’t take your hand, which didn’t surprise you, but he dude sway lightly from side to side, which did surprise you.

Holy Saints, Kaz Brekker, the bastard of the barrel, was actually dancing with you, and in the rain nonetheless, like one of those pathetically cheesy romantic novels you guiltily read sometimes.

Shaking your head out of your stupor, you began to follow his lead, moving to the beat of rain and the sound of music from the nearby homes and clubs.

Both of you seemed to lose track of time as you enjoyed each other’s presence, smiling and uncaring that your clothes were soaking wet and you’d both most likely wake up with the sniffles. That didn’t matter to you, and it didnt seem to matter to him either.

You were both content and carefree, just dancing in the rain.

The way I relate to this 

i’m a simple person. i see mysterious pretty pasty british boy in fantasy show and i’m instantly obsessed.

Oof okay this is just me being a tad frustrated overall but:

I'm... pretty fed up with the situation on tumblr right now, not gonna lie. Yes this is about fics, and yes I do have the right to complain about it.

Because yes, I write for myself. That's absolutely true.

But I write everything what's happening in my head down for you, and writing takes a LOT of work. I would not be staying up late at night, typing sentences away on my phone or on my laptop if it wasn't for readers.

I would not be trying to make pretty sentences and come up with metaphors and check over grammar again and again and again if not for you.

I would not be editing my fics so much I almost cannot stand to look at them anymore to the point I question the quality of my writing if not for you.

Don't tell me stuff like "yes but we are reading it! There is no reason we should be forced to leave feedback" because that's not what I'm asking of you. That's absolutely NOT what I'm asking of you. I don't want to force you to do anything and in the end I cannot at all because I'm just a simple blog in my corner of the internet but it all boils down to this:

Give your writers exposure.

We work harder than you readers would ever know to get those stories you love out and it's so freaking hard to get it on paper. It takes so much energy and yes it also takes energy to comment, I understand.

But I assure you, taking the time to write a 20 word long comment is WAY less energy than the writer did to get 9000 words out with cohesive plot and creative writing.

So please, reblog. Reblog the fics you read. We writers depend on you.

I am waiting for this 

how freaked out do you think people who only watch the show will be when/if they reveal Kaz’s backstory

freddy carter with his hair tied up is something that can actually be so personal

“Fuck you my child is completely fine.”

Your child has full length and ongoing conversations with their-self pretending they’re talking to fictional characters and said characters are responding to them.

stop comparing shadow and bone to game of thrones. its not game of thrones and thank god for that

—Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

imagine the kaz x darkling faceoff but its like, a wild west thing

darkling: theres only room for one little emo boy in this here town

kaz: you think you can out-emo me? My mother is Ketterdam. She birthed me in the harbor. My father is profit. I honor him daily. You are nothing but an Old Man.

*music intensifies as they glare at each other*

and then they walk ten paces away, close their eyes and count to ten or whatever people do and kaz walks up behind him while he's still counting and whacks him with his cane

I apologize for the person I’ll become when I hear kaz brekker say I would come for you, and if I couldn’t walk I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight out way out together — knives drawn, pistols blazing, because that’s what we do, we never stop fighting

okay??? good lol

if i wanted something like game of thrones.... i would just watch game of thrones

We are already swooning over Freddy Carter but like, actually imagine. The. Kaz. Brekker. in. action. on. screen *swoons even more*

still not over that the character i thought most interesting in the british horse show my niece was obsessed with two years ago is now THEE kaz brekker 

you either die a caspian or live long enough to see yourself become a darkling

Darkling:

Me automatically:

DARKLINA ✨🖤

SHADOW AND BONE (2021 — )

1x05 - SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE

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Oh to be Jessie (Alina)

WE COULDVE HAD IRON WIDOW. THE RUSSOS KNEW SHE WOULDVE BEEN TO POWERFUL

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I asked them to sign it just for you; in case you’ve been having a rough day/week/year - or are missing you’re faves after Endgame. 

Share to spread their love! ❤ 

(2020 Edit: Times are very rough right now. For some more so than others - and love isn’t any less needed! So keep up your good work. You’re doing amazing. We all love you!) 

Cast H2O Then / Now

the holy trinity

mentally i am here

Hey, look, I found this really cool stuff! Mermaid myths have been around for at least three thousand years. And people really believed in that stuff? Yeah, apparently! Sometimes they were good omens, sometimes they brought trouble with them.

H2O: JUST ADD WATER (2006 - 2010)

Sirius : wanna go out with me someday ?

Remus : sure why not yesterday or february 30th

Sirius : there's "yes" in yesterday

Remus : there's "fuck off" in fuck off

- don’t steal!

- like/reblog if you like it

- like/reblog if you use or save

Things to know about me:

Ben Barnes can fuck me up on any holy day

Things to know about me:

Ben Barnes can fuck me up on any holy day

me: i watch this show for the plot the plot: 

(insp.)

me every time netflix announces they're canceling another show