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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

*1,072 days* phat mood

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CRIMSON AND BLACK | KAZ BREKKER

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Summary: Y/N has suffered a lot since her childhood, making her to be someone children were scared to see in Ketterdam. Then she meets someone who she can finally relate to, and that feeling wants to grow into something more. requested by anon

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Characters: Y/N (female), Kaz Brekker, mentions about the Crows + mentions about Jordie, Pekka Rollins and reader's parents.

Warnings: trauma, mentions of violence, death, blood, descriptions of torture, I also used some exact dialogue from the book at one part because of a Marvelous Plot Twist™. Also they are in their 20's at the end of the fic because of the show.

Word count: 1.6k

Ever since you were born, your parents had been gathering money to move away from Ketterdam. Move somewhere safer to raise you. Your mother had become pregnant accidentally, they weren't meaning to have kids - not in that age, they were barely 19 when they had you. But they kept you, falling in love with you the moment they saw you. You were poor, but a happy family anyway.

Finally, when you were nine years old, your parents found a solution. A kind merchant had offered to help you move to Ravka, have land, enough food for the rest of your lives and the most important of all, you'd be safe from all those filthy criminals that tormented Ketterdam. You'd get a happy childhood, the one your parents had always dreamed of you to have.

Hope had gotten the best of them, and the man turned out to be a very skillful conman, and soon you found yourselves at the street, penniless and hungry. The greed of Ketterdam had swallowed your happiness and later, after the Plague taking them, you had swore for revenge against the man who had tricked you.

Robbert van Delden, the name would sit as tight in your head that it could as well be tattooed in your brain for as long as it needed. Until you'd get him killed by your own gun - no, blade. You wanted to make him suffer for as long as possible. You wanted his life to end in agony, his blood coating the walls as you'd beat him and slash him, hearing his screams, begs of mercy, finally him begging you to just kill him. But you wouldn't, you'd torture him until he wouldn't have the strength to scream anymore, and then leave him there to bleed out, or to die from thirst or hunger. You would have gotten your revenge.

And then maybe you wouldn't feel so empty inside anymore. Maybe you could even move on after that. It was the only thing that kept you going anymore. To take down that monster called Robbert van Delden once and for all.

You met a boy your age not long after who had gone through a lot too. You told him about van Delden, and he, in return, told you about Hertzoon. You figured that Ketterdam had a lot of twisted merchants, maybe van Delden and Hertzoon had even worked together, due to so similar and calculated pattern.

You learned the boy was named Kaz, and you introduced yourself as well, and so you began working together. You tricked people, Kaz had found out that he was really skilled with cards and lockpicking, and taught you too. You stole food together, two minds thinking better than just one. The only difference with your personality and wit was that he didn't stand touch, where you had no problem with it. You bought a pair of leather gloves for him just so he'd stand it just a little bit better, and soon you two were known for being so young, but with your skills being extraordinary. People had tried to offer you a place in their gangs, but you had always said no, you planned to kill those two merchants that had ruined your lives, help each other hunt them down, and then leave Ketterdam. Maybe you'd stay together, maybe you'd separate after that, but the main focus was to kill van Delden and Hertzoon.

Despite all your will to have revenge, neither of you didn't think to actually meet the merchants ever again - until one day, years after living in streets with Kaz, you saw him. Van Delden stood there at the shop, and Kaz seemed to freeze too when he saw him. Without even thinking, you both pushed through the crowd, but were stopped by a giant bruiser.

"Shop's closed." he grunted at you, looking at Kaz and you, probably noticing the identical storms in your eyes.

"I can see it's open." Kaz growled at the big guy.

"You'll have to wait."

Kaz was starting to lose the last of his patience, as he growled, "I need to see Jakob Hertzoon."

The brute raised his eyebrows. "Who?"

Kaz looked at him with eyes that would have scared you if he looked at you like that. He looked like he could have stabbed the brute right there as his hand shot out to point at the window, and you noticed he was pointing at van Delden - and you understood. "Jakob fucking Hertzoon. I want to talk to him."

The bruiser looked at you two like you were out of your minds. "Get your head straight, lad. That ain't no Hertzoon. That's Pekka Rollins. Want to get anywhere at the Barrel, you'd best learn his name. Now get out of here, both of you."

Kaz pursed his lips, clearly wanting to keep arguing. But instead, he took a few breaths and then turned around, disappearing into the crowd again. You followed, trying to keep up with Kaz. You had seen him angry before, but now he looked more furious than ever before.

You had walked through the streets for a while, not talking, Kaz trying to let his steaming anger out the best he could. When he finally stopped by your squat, legs basically quivering from all the walking, you had gone inside and sat down with him, offering him a drink which he accepted.

"They were both Pekka Rollins," you mumbled after a few minutes of you sitting there quietly. "They're all the same person."

Kaz turned to look at you slowly, frowning slightly. "What?"

"Van Delden. Hertzoon. Rollins. They're the same person."

Suddenly, it dawned to him too. That's why it had been so similar pattern, how in sync they had acted. Rollins knew how to charm fools - children, parents, every poor person. Milk all the money he could possibly get off of people, and use their trust to trick them. It didn't matter who got hurt.

You both laid awake that night on your makeshift beds that were closer than most at the squat, but not too close. You could have used each other's warmth, but you always respected Kaz's boundaries with everything. So you were just staring at the roof quietly, planning what to do next. Eventually, you came into a conclusion that it would be the best to join a gang - Dregs, to be exact. Become equals to Rollins, feared, ruthless, respected. The kinds children would be scared with so they would not run off too far. So that day, you went straight to the Slat, asked to see Per Haskell and joined the Dregs. You'd be rising in ranks in no time - your hate and will for revenge would take care of it.

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It had been ten years from that moment, and everything had gone like you planned. You both were Per Haskell's right hands, running the business for him. Most respected you more than they respected Haskell - only newbies didn't, because they hadn't seen you in action.

You were always buried in work together, planning for heists. Inej came by every once in a while, providing you information about your new target for a heist before slipping away again. Over the years, you had gathered a group of the most trusted people and called yourselves the Crows. You were closely working together, often pulling heists only by the seven of you.

But at some point of your partnership, after working so closely with Kaz - you had noticed you had developed new feelings for him, past partnership, past your friendship. They had been brewing for years, ever since you were teenagers, but it took a lot more time to catch what was it.

Feelings.

For someone like Kaz Brekker.

Other Crows had of course noticed it. Maybe you had too, but you had ignored it for ages. They also claimed that Kaz clearly loves you too, but one of you had to come forward in order to find happiness. But at least that couldn't be true, even if your feelings were true, there was no way Kaz's would be.

And even if they were, you didn't believe you'd be ready to anything romantic. Loving someone didn't fit into your life situation, in your plans. Happiness was overrated, you didn't need happiness, you needed revenge. Just like Kaz needed that too.

So you kept ignoring those feelings, pretending you weren't feeling something deeper than friendship towards him.

And unbeknownst to you, but Kaz did the exactly same thing. He ignored his feelings, his deep affection towards you. He believed you wouldn't like him back anyway, and even if you did, some silly romance would only distract you. It was better to have a professional relationship - maybe somewhat friendly, even. Kaz didn't want friends, nor did he need them, but he still thought of you as a friend. You had stood by him since he was just a boy, just like he had stood by you. You understood each other more than anyone else, and when you worked together, things were done efficiently.

That's why he never said anything, and neither did you. Maybe in the future, when things had gotten better, or then not. But whatever would happen, you'd always have a special place for each other, just a little bit of warmth in your cold hearts.

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My Heart, My Future

Prompts: ‘Hands clasped as you dance’ + ‘Ring slipping onto finger’ and “How long have you had this planned?" "Since the moment I fell in love with you." Requested By: Two different Anon's; combined requests.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x GN!Reader

Warnings: None! Just a lot of fluff and romance (a couple kisses too)!

Words: 1.4k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Bridgerton Taglist: @magravenwrites, @fandomfoodiedancer, @girl-next-door-writes, @savagejane1

*I can't remember if engagement rings are a thing during this time/in the show, but just go with it.

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No matter how many times you attended a ball, you were always astounded at the amount of jewels, flowers and flowing gowns that surrounded you. The music was light and effortlessly flowed throughout the large home. People chatted and danced, girls glanced flirtatiously at the single men, hoping they would ask them to dance.

Your own eyes sought out a familiar head of dark hair in the crowd. As you spotted it, you smiled to yourself, but it faded quickly as you saw the concern and stressed look on the pairing face.

But as his eyes moved through the crowd, before landing on you, you felt a small wave of relief when his troubled face quickly turned into a gleaming smile as he spotted you.

Saying a quick goodbye to his brother Anthony, who had been beside him, he made his way to you. Meeting him halfway, you smiled brightly at him as you met. He gave you a quiet hello as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

You slid your arm through his as you moved further into the room. "Is everything okay Ben? You seemed to be having a rather troubling conversation with Anthony."

Benedict gave you a quick look, in which you saw subtle surprise. He quickly hid it with a smile and a shake of the head. "Nothing you need to worry about my love, I assure you." You squinted at him a bit and he let out a soft laugh and pulled you toward him a little. "I promise."

You smiled lightly. "Alright, I'll believe you, for now."

During your first dance of the ball, you had already forgotten what had happened. You and Benedict shared fond and loving smiles as your hands were clasped tightly together, dancing around the ball-room. You talked about the ridiculous hats some of the mothers were wearing, the usual tricks younger girls used to gain the attentions of suitors, and laughed at your own private jokes.

After your first dance, the rest of the night went as per usual. You and Benedict danced multiple times, and you spent time talking with Daphne and Eloise. But continuously throughout the night, you could not stop troubling yourself with the apparent change in demeanor Benedict had.

All night, he glanced nervously around him, the shared looks he had between his brothers seemed to hold secrets you could not understand. You knew something was happening, but what you did not know, was why Benedict would not tell you. You told each other everything, you had since before you ever started courting.

Flinching slightly when a hand settled on your back, you let out a soft relief sigh when you met Benedict's eyes. He laid out his hand and smiled at you. "One more dance?"

You smiled and nodded as you took his hand, following him into the adjacent room. As the dance began, you decided to ask him one more time if everything was alright.

As you met in the middle of the dance, you quickly spoke, though quietly so no one nearby would hear. "Are you sure everything is alright Ben?"

Ben watched you with a look of indecision as you separated, watching each other as you danced around the others. When you met again, he whispered to you. "Am I really that obvious?"

You smiled softly and met his eyes. "Only to me."

He smiled in return, and you stepped back from each other again. Your eyes kept catching each other as you moved through the dance. You spared each changing partner a smile, but you waited impatiently for when you and Benedict would meet again.

When you did, the song was coming to an end, and Benedict whispered in your ear. "Take a walk with me in the garden?"

You nodded softly, and when the dance ended, you slowly left the house together. You began to stroll the well lit garden together, a few couples and groups nearby.

"So?" You finally asked when you were a distance away from anyone.

"So." He breathed out, and you could tell there was something important coming.

Stopping abruptly, he turned, looking around. He made sure no one was watching before he quickly grabbed your hand and dragged you down a nearby path.

A few turns later, you were deeper within the garden, it was not as well lit, and the sound of the ball was faint. "Dear God Ben, what is it?" You asked almost panicked.

Before you could say more, Benedict pulled you towards him, into an abrupt and deep kiss. For a moment, you got lost in the moment, forgetting where you were, and why you had separated yourself from the crowd.

When he pulled away a few moments later, you were both breathless. He stared into your eyes, and you saw his thoughts turning. "Benedict, what's going on?" You asked softly.

You saw his lip turn up slightly as he stared deeply into your eyes. "I love you." He said softly.

He saw confusion cover your face as you shook your head. "I know that Ben. You're worrying me, what's happening, talk to me."

He let out a soft laugh as he gently placed his hand on the side of your face. "I'm sorry for worrying you, I have no intention of doing so. I promise nothing bad is happening."

"What about the nervous looks, and the hushed conversations with your brothers?"

"That was all about this." He said as he motioned to around you.

You looked around the darkened garden, before meeting his eyes again and letting out a soft laugh. "What?"

"Wanting to get you alone." He took a step back, as he pulled something out of his pocket. Your heart began to race as you began to realize what was happening. Seeing him pull a ring from his pocket, your breath hitched in your throat as you met his eyes again.

"The nervous looks and hushed conversations were me trying to figure out when the best time to get you alone was." He raised his hand, and you saw the ring fully.

You let out a shaky breath as you met his eyes. "Ben. How long have you had this planned?"

He smiled softly "Since the moment I fell in love with you." He continued, his voice clearly nervous. "I've loved you for years. Even before I finally found the courage to ask if I could court you. In all honestly, I knew I wanted to marry you since we were children." You both chuckled softly. "When I learned that you had felt the same for just as long, I felt as though I wasted so much time. But I don't want to wait anymore. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't want to wait for moments alone when I can truly show how I feel about you. I want everyone to know, to see how truly happy we are. You hold my heart, you are my heart, my future. Will you marry me?"

You hadn't noticed the tears that filled your eyes as he spoke, or the utter joy that filled your heart as it beat heavily in your chest. You could barely find your voice as you nodded your head. "Yes, of course I will marry you Benedict. Nothing could stop me."

A grin spread across his face as he grabbed your hand. You watched as he slid the ring onto your finger. Lifting your hand up, he pressed a kiss to your hand.

Quickly, you threw your arms around his neck, and his arms wrapped around your waist as you embraced. "I love you Ben." You said softly into his ear.

Pulling away, he brought his hands to your face, as he wiped away a stray tear. "I love you more." You met in a deep and passionate kiss as you held each other, embracing the pure moments of happiness that wrapped around you.

You weren't sure how long passed before you finally made your way back towards the ball, hands intertwined. Your ring was no longer on your hand, but tucked away safely. You did not wish your moment of bliss to be interrupted with congratulations and wedding plans just yet.

That would be saved for the next day, when you could announce it to your families respectively, but just for now, it would be a secret happiness kept between you. Well, as well as between Anthony and Colin, who, upon seeing your entrance back into the ball, and the looks of hidden joy on your faces, knew Benedict had succeeded.

xx End xx

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