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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.

Moral Alignment chart ft. characters played by Ewan Mcgregor because why not

in other news i’m gonna be posting some Nate Hardy imagines soon because he doesn’t get enough hype.

Hey love! I just wanted to let you know that I didn't forget about the makeup look! I have been drawing mockups for it ever since you gave me the colors! I just want to make sure its perfect!!

I didn't think you have forgotten, I get it that things take time 😊 Don't worry. Also it was your idea to make it so take as much time as you need 😄

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Just needed to vent

No this is not anything I wrote, this is just me needed to vent somewhere where I know the person I am venting about isn't going to find it.

So I have an on again off again friendship with this one person we will call Emily and the reason it is because it is on again off again is because she always likes to start shit with me over everything and you are probably sitting here and asking me why I put up with her and honestly I don't know.

So I was talking-to a few friends in a group chat that I am in (Emily is also in this gc) and I had said something about how it's super fucking hot where I live and it's raining so I was out in the rain playing with my nephew and then when we walked back into my house it was cold because the air conditioning was on and Emily went to one of our mutual friends and told this mutual friend that I was complaining about the wether and was basically talking about me behind my back.

I have been through so much with Emily but I am at my last straw. How about don't be a fake fucking friend and stop talking about me behind my back! This makes me so mad because I have given Emily so many chances and we both said that this time was going to be different but she's talking about me behind my back.

Sorry for all of this but I needed to get it off my chest. I am fucking done with fake friends.

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

Ready Fred? Ready George! Bottoms up.