I Just Like My Men Who Look A Lot Like Roman Sionis And Danny Torrance Is That Too Much To Ask For?

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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.

Season Five Dissect: Favorite Storylines [x] ↳The Trio

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.

PHAHAHAHAAA

Me: *sees my OTP(s) doing anything*

Me:

Cast H2O Then / Now

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

Portrait-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @gifshistorical​)

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Requested by @peoniarose: I was wondering if I could request a Benedict x Reader that is angsty and fluffy.

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (sister-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Angst, arguing, mentions of cheating, lots of fluff

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(Y/N) wandered around her new home, still trying to remember the layout and small details within the huge house. It was so different from the home she grew up in. She had been living there for only a week but it still wasn’t settling into her mind. She felt like a stranger, she felt like she was intruding. (Y/N) and Benedict had been married for the same amount of time, they didn’t have a long courting relationship either, there was still so much she had to learn about her husband.

He was a lovely, charming and kind man. (Y/N) could not deny that she liked him, and she did find him attractive, but as soon as her parents saw that she had been conversing with a Bridgerton they immediately sped up the process. (Y/N) also came from a rich family, and Anthony was determined to seal the deal (he saw that his brother could be happy with this woman, he would never have forced him into a marriage). But now that the exciting courtship was over, the rush of emotions was dying down. (Y/N) thought she would feel entirely different to this.

Perhaps it was because they lived with the rest of the Bridgerton’s, meaning it was very hard to find any private time. The only time they had together was in their own bedroom, but even that was an awkward affair. They slept as far apart as they could, not wanting to make the other feel uncomfortable.

However, (Y/N) recently noticed Benedict straying even further from her. She would wake up without him beside her, and sometimes even go to bed alone. He would lock himself up in his study, doing who knows what, slipping in and out, looking suspicious. She had tried to catch him out, but he was too quick for her. Although she didn’t know her husband well, she could spot a liar. Did he really not want to be around her? He would rather lock himself up in a room than speak with her?

“Daphne," (Y/N) broke the silence they had been sitting in as they continued their embroidery,"I don’t suppose you know what your brother has been up to recently?”

“I have many brothers, you might have to be a little more specific.” she joked.

(Y/N) smiled.“You’re quite right. I meant the one I’m married to.”

Daphne set down her work.“You know, I do seem to recall he has been rather reclusive. I can’t remember the last time I greeted him at breakfast.”

“Exactly. I’m worried.”

She looked at her sister-in-law, as if waiting for her to keep speaking.“There’s something else isn’t there? I can tell, your eyes hold a sadness behind them.”

“I do not want to burden your thoughts Daphne.”

“You’re my family now (Y/N),” she held her hand,“you can tell me anything.

(Y/N) wasn’t sure if it was entirely proper to involve her husband’s sister in their personal affairs. It was about their love after all, and she was scared that if she spoke the truth, Daphne may think ill of her; because what if she was overreacting? What if she was seeing something that wasn’t there?

"Please (Y/N), I am concerned for you.” Daphne urged her.

“When I have seen Benedict, I notice that he talks with the maids. And I’ve seen this many times. Then he locks himself away in his study all day. I used to stay awake waiting for him to come to bed, but now I just fall asleep because I know he’ll only leave again in the morning without a word to me. I fear that he detests me. I’m not asking for him to be undeniably in love with me, but I would like for us to at least get along.”

“(Y/N), my brother adores you. I’ve seen how he gazes upon you when you’re not looking. You turn him bashful, so much so that he can’t form a single sentence. I’m sure whatever he’s doing is for good reason.”

“But he’s acting so skittish. One time I saw him talking to a maid they seemed so deep in conversation, and when he saw me he immediately stopped speaking with her and scurried away, as did the maid.”

“That is rather odd behaviour for Benedict.”

“I want to ask him about all of this nonsense but I never have a chance.”

“Have you been to him in his study?”

“No. I’m afraid I will disturb him. What if he gets angry?”

“My brother would never be angry with you. Especially if you were there to express your true feelings.”

(Y/N) had a sudden confidence in her after she spoke with Daphne. She was in her right to confront her husband. She was being made to feel like an outcast here, Benedict was supposed to be their for her and help her ease into this new household and life. Instead he had cowered away. Her head was held high as she walked down the corridors with purpose. This would all stop now. The young woman was going to march up to her husbands study, waltz in and demand he explain himself.

It went differently than she had expected.

She came to a halt in front of the doors, arm raised to knock though she never made contact with the wood. Why was she so nervous? It was just Benedict, he was an absolute sweetheart. She assumed part of her didn’t want to enter in case her fears were true. However, standing there forever wasn’t going to solve anything, and she forced herself to knock firmly on the door.

Benedict huffed at the interruption. He was desperately trying to finish his work, it was taking him far too long to complete. Calling for the person to enter, he panicked when his wife walked in, instantly scrambling to put away what he had been working on. He clumsily stood, bumping back into his chair.

“(Y/N),” he stuttered,“what can I do for you?”

(Y/N) had a slight frown on her face, his nervous composure making her all the more suspicious.“I wanted to talk. I hope this isn’t a bad time.”

He hesitated before quickly shaking his head.“No, no you’re fine darling.”

She hadn’t heard that term in a while. (Y/N) walked further into the room, a sudden air of tension filling the space.

“Benedict, I don’t want to argue." 

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.“Well, neither do I. What would we argue about in the first place?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Yes you have! I never see you when we wake, it seems that you’re up before any of the staff! And throughout the day, you go out of your way to not cross paths with me, all the while I see you flirting with the young maids, whispering to them in your charming manner. You know I’ve caught you, because you run away each time. I cannot believe the amount of disrespect you have for me Benedict! And I never see you when it is time to retire for the evening. You leave me all alone in this new house to sleep by myself, it’s as if I’m not even here!”

Both her and Benedict were surprised by her outburst. She hadn’t raised her voice but her tone was snappy. It was clear to see that she was frustrated and upset. Benedict felt a wash of shame and regret come over him, however, he was also angry, and shocked that she would think of him being unfaithful to her.

“I’ve been away from you because I am trying to complete a piece of artwork, and it is taking an infuriatingly long time to complete.” he quipped back.

“I understand your art is important to you, and you know I support you fully in that. But that’s not an excuse to ignore your wife and run around with other women.”

“I have done no such thing!” this time he raised his voice.

In his frustration, he forcefully turned around his easel with had a canvas resting on it. The wooden legs slammed against the floor as he stared at his wife. (Y/N)’s mouth dropped open when she saw what he had been sketching. It was her.

“I have only been able to finish your face.” Benedict was calmer now.“It’s the only thing I knew from memory because I stare at your beauty every day.”

(Y/N) couldn’t believe it. He was going to paint her.

“It was supposed to be a late wedding present. However, I realised we really don’t know everything about each other. And that’s why I’ve been speaking with the maids, because I thought they might know more about you than I, or at least observed you more. I was trying to find out what your favourite dress was, favourite flowers, anything I could add to this soon to be painting so you could understand how devoted I am to you.”

“Benedict…” (Y/N)’s words trailer off. She was in awe at his gesture.

“I’m sorry that I made you feel like I was ignoring you. I just wanted to get this right. And…and you must know that I deeply care for you. Those early mornings and late nights were to ensure I could get this finsihed on time, though obviously that never happened. But every time I woke up or just before I slept, I always kissed your cheek, secretly knowing that it was the only affection I had given you that day.”

“I feel terrible for thinking you would do something like that Benedict.”

“No, you had every right to think like that. When you explained yourself it was easy to see it from that perspective.”

(Y/N) clasped her hands together as she approached the canvas, standing beside Benedict.“Will you…will you finish it?”

She looked up at him, seeing he was already looking at her.“I will certainly do my best to capture your radiance.”

“Do you think I could sit for you? That way we could spend time together. And as you mentioned, we really must know each other better.”

He smiled.“I would like that.”

“Me too. You’re a very caring man Benedict.”

“Only for you my love.”

Greg, doing the crossword: Mycroft, what’s an 8 letter word starting with s that means cruel?

Mycroft: Sherlock…

John: I was going to say sadistic, but Mycroft’s answer is better.