#kaz brekker x trans!reader

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

kaz comforts genderfluid reader

request: Kaz brekker x gender fluid reader (they /them). The reader comes to kaz in tears and of course kaz is ready to deal with who ever made them cry and the reader just explains to kaz that their family doesn't accept them and told them they never will and keep dead naming them and kaz just comforts them ( it can have a smut ending idk if you write smut or not if you don't just have it be a fluff ending where the reader is on a sofa reading to kaz as he works.

summary: so i didn’t follow the request exactly but i hope it’s still okay. reader comes to kaz in tears after their parents keep deadnaming them and kaz comforts them.

warnings: mentions of deadnaming, no pronouns used for reader, reader is not described, kaz is a very hard character to write so i’m sorry if he seems ooc

word count: 436

kaz is used to you coming into his office unannounced. that’s why he doesn’t react to your presence at first, until he hears you sniffle and his head snaps up to look at you, eyes narrowing when he notices your red eyes and the dried tear-tracks on your cheeks.

“who did this to you?” he sounds murderous.

“it’s not that big of a deal,” you tell him, “it’s just my parents again. it’s nothing new, i should be used to it, but it still hurts every time they call me by that stupid name.”

you walk towards the window, looking down at the grimy streets of the barrel. it’s easier to open up to kaz this way, when he can’t see the pain and upset on your face and you can’t see the anger on his.

he isn’t known for being kind, he’s the bastard of the barrel, but you recognise his unconventional ways of showing affection, the way he protects his dregs, defends them, and now, the way he’s so willing to fight for you. you had stopped feeling loved by your parents when you had come out, and being so starved of affection, every small gesture of kindness made you nearly burst into tears.

you can still feel his eyes boring into the back of your head.

“i can deal with them.” it’s less of an offer and more of a statement. even so, you shake your head.

“you can’t- just leave it. they won’t change.”

“they can’t get away with it,” he presses, then softens -the tiniest bit, but enough to be noticeable by kaz standards, “i can’t let them keep hurting you.”

you sigh, and he limps over to your side. he tries to look into your eyes, but you turn your head, and so he raises his gloved hand to tilt your head, forcing your gaze to meet his.

his hand drops just as fast, but you can feel his lingering touch on your cheek.

“you could leave them. come live in the slat. they won’t be able to bother you here, and you’ll never have to see them again.”

“i’ll think about it,” you respond, “thank you, kaz.”

he puts his gloved hand atop yours; a small gesture, but so meaningful. he’s pushing through his own issues with touch to provide you the comfort you need, showing he cares -even if it comes with his own unconventional, slightly murderous ways, like threatening your whole family and anyone who so much as looks at you wrong.

and you smile, because only you get to see this side of him. your kaz.

[atticssmellgood]

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[thedelusionreaderbitch]

The Crows as parents headcanons: Their kid comes out as transmasc

A/n: I've decided to make this a series because why not

Request: Hey! If you're still taking requests, can I request headcanons for the Crows as parents? Maybe their kid comes out as transmasc? (Requested by anon)

Pronouns used: no pronouns

Warnings: Mentions of transphobia, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Wesper:

- it didn't really take you a long time to come out

- like because you were dropping hints along the way

- just because you knew they'd be supportive but you didn't want it to come as too much of a shock

- cause sometimes they can be a bit 'overexcited'

- cough, cough jesper

- that doesn't mean that you don't love them though!

- you just wanted them to be mentally prepared

- thank the saints you did

- because when you came out your dad (jesper) was jumping to the ceiling and your pa, (wylan) was trying to calm him down, congratulate you all without withholding the urge to smile and laugh giddly

- wesper didn't raise no straight kids okay?

- later when everyone's calm you all talk more in depth about everything

- all in all, it goes pretty well

Helnik:

- complete and utter mess when you tell them

- "You're what?"

- they say all the wrong things at first

- "Don't worry Djel still loves you!" "Matthias!"

- eventually the stress level goes from a 10 to a 4 when they see you laughing at them

- "Are you laughing at us little one?"

- honestly watching them trip over themselves trying to find the right words to say is hilarious so yes, you were laughing at them

- nina and you talk about all the shitty things about society related to being transmasc

- matthias tells you, you can have a wolf, and also tells you he loves you while ruffling your hair

- organizes a coming out party (only if you want one) to come out to your extent family aka the rest of the crows

- they love you then, they love you now because you're still the same person you've always been you've just revealed another part of yourself

Kanej:

- it's really hard to keep things from the dirtyhands and the wraith

- but when you came out they weren't really expecting it

- for a split second you were scared they were going to kick you out because of their blank faces

- finally their parental extincts came back into overdrive and they were telling you they accept you, bla bla bla

- you know the bare minimum but society hates us lol

- right away they talk in depth asking questions like;

- "Have you told anyone else?" "Is there anything we can do to help?"

- they talk about if you want a binder that they'll get you one specially made so it's the safest that they can get you

- talks about safely binding again if you want to use one

- also talks about if you want to medically transition and what that will mean

- really they just want to make sure you're okay

-thedelusionreaderbitch

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[delic7te]

Hi I was just wondering if you could write kaz brekker from six of crows x trans Male reader who is feeling dysforic (I think I spelt it correctly I'm dyslexic) and isnt feeling masculinely enough and just feel bad about themselves and kaz just comforts the reader and say things like your the most handsome man I ever layed eyes on and stuff .

Man I absolutely love this idea. Thank you for requesting it and I really hope you'll enjoy!

more than enough | kaz brekker

pairings: kaz brekker x trans!male reader

summary: when reader struggles about his identity, kaz makes sure reader knows he cares about him and supports him.

CW: gender dysphoria, soft and protective kaz

The bar was awkwardly silent, Jesper being the last person to stand up from the table and go to his room with a yawn, patting you on the back while saying goodbye. "Night, Y/N."

You were left alone with your drink, resting your head on your fist when you hear the familiar sound of a cane tapping against the ground. Short after, Kaz's limping figure enters the room and spots you immediately. You acknowledge him by simply raising your eyebrows at him as his eyes scan you up and down. "Not asleep yet?"

Kaz remembers the day he first met you on the streets, your strong and cautious spirit enchanting him completely to say the least, since day one. A lot has changed since then.

Ketterdam was not a warm and welcoming city to anyone. Man, woman, child, didn't matter. Full of discourteous and unpleasant people waiting for someone's downfall so they could tear what's left of them apart. Being transgender was rare in a city like that and it could be a lot of pressure, not expecting much approval from other people. But when you came out to Kaz he tried to show you the best of support in his own ways, just like the rest of the crows, and you were grateful for them. He always cared about you in sort of a special way and made sure you had a clue about that, again in his own ways.

But the endless questions about your own identity and gender, frustration and insecurity inside of you still like to visit on nights like these and Kaz was aware of that.

He sat down next to you, staying like that for a few moments and enjoying the presence of one another, before you finally decided to look at him. His expressions were always hard to read but tonight he seemed oddly relaxed, although it was easy to spot concern on his face; you being the main subject of his concern.

You sigh, exhausted, looking away from him. "You look like you have something to say, Kaz, so go ahead." You encourage while rubbing your eyes.

He abruptly switches from worried to stern and cold again. "What's going on.. with you?" Kaz asks, trying to sound nonchalant.

You thought about the question for a few seconds. Stress, chaos, anxiety would be a very accurate representation of what was going on in your mind. "A lot of things." You answer quietly, staring at your hands.

The sight of you vulnerable or in pain made Kaz's heart drench with sadness a lot more. He couldn't stand it. Allowing himself to soften his gaze, something he'd to for you only, he pleaded: "Talk to me, Y/N."

Your eyes traveled back to him, surprised to see his sudden gentle expression. His dark eyes were focused on you. Your breath hitched, not breaking eye-contact. Trapped words flew through your head over and over again. Openining up to Kaz never felt challenging once you've spent time with each other. It felt safe even, and he would agree.

You shook your head. "I don't.. feel like..." Anything you try to say stops in your throat, anger creeping your way while successfully biting back small tears. "I feel like I'm not.. manly enough." Kaz listened closely and paid attention, so you kept going. "I still feel like that after everything. My body doesn't feel like mine, I hate it and I don't..." You laugh humorlessly at the stress growing with each word. "I don't know who I am anymore. Everything I do to make myself seem more... masculine simply just doesn't feel enough. I can't do anything about it."

At this point breathing took much more effort, your heart beating like crazy. Those thoughts longed for an escape out of your head for as long as you could remember.

Kaz's chest rang with dull pain. He felt the need to erase anything that troubled you in this world or stood in your way. And he will.

"Tell me whoever made you feel that way and consider them dead by daylight." He threatened, more serious than you've ever seen him.

That made you smile. "I fear it's only my own fault." The smile on your face turned sad, and Kaz was now determined to make your smile brighter than it ever was. He steadied his breath before speaking again.

"Nonsense. You are more than enough to me, Y/N. Most of the time it feels like you... you are the only person worth caring for. Form of lightness in my life." He pauses. "And you're also the greatest man I've met. By strength and spirit. A man like yourself could own Ketterdam and much more."

His words made your heart melt right into his embrace, remaining speechless. It took everything in you to hold in tears that threatened to fall down your heated cheeks. He only looked at you in astonishment, showering you with esteem.

"Also if it's worth anything... I find you the most good-looking gentleman I've seen."

That line made you burst into laughter and it was music to Kaz's ears. The sound completely mesmerized him along with the amused look that suited you perfectly. "Cheesy, Brekker. Who would have thought?" Your cheeks were burning with a pinkish shade, causing his to work up the same color ever so slightly.

Beaming at him with the most genuine smile Kaz would sacrifice the world for was enough for him to fold right away, the corner of his mouth curving slightly up. As long as you were happy, nothing else felt important to him in this moment.

[silly-little-soul]

Best of Men - Kaz Brekker

A/N - It's currently 8am, I spent the past hours writing this because sleep is overrated, I think it turned out quite well considering this is my first time writing for Kaz

A/N 2 – a week later now, I'm so sorry for the wait I decided to make it longer after all and then some stuff happened, nothing bad just time consuming I hope you enjoy anyways!

Also I'm still working on making a better post format I apologize

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Fandom: Six of Crows

Format: oneshot

Type: comfort

Relationship: Kaz Brekker x Reader (romantic, established relationship)

Reader info: trans ftm, implied crow

Summary: Kaz comforting a trans-masc reader who feels dysphoric

Warnings: established relationship, gender dysphoria, mention of unintended misgendering, Kaz almost kills sb for like 0.5 seconds, emotionally dense Kaz, slightly OOC soft!Kaz, actually atp might as well just say Kaz in general is his own warning /hj

Proofread: Yes!

Word count: 1165

Requested: @alex-kazbrekkersimp

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  To say it was a bad day was an understatement. It was one of the days everything felt wrong, even more so than most days, and the nagging inside your own head just wouldn't seem to stop. You were familiar with these days of course but it didn't exactly make them easier. And just when you thought you managed to tuck the feeling away rater well you were tasked to show around some new Dregs who right of the bat made you feel even worse when by addressing you with feminine titles. You knew they had no ill intention but in your current state that was barely doing anything about the waves of dysphoria crashing down on you. After a moment you couldn't take it anymore. You didn't have the energy to correct them and risk conflict so you simply turned and left for your room without another word.

So here you are now, sitting on your bed with your head between your knees. You're sure Kaz will be rather upset at you for simply leaving the new Dregs but at least Jesper agreed to taking care of them when you ran into him on your way to your room meaning they wouldn't be unattended. You don't really have the mind to care about that currently anyways.

A knock snaps you back to reality. The door opens and you don't need to lift your head to know it's Kaz, the sound of his cane against the floor giving him away easily. “Y/N.” It comes out much harsher than intended and he winces at the “I know I shouldn't have left” you mumble quietly. „Y/N“. He tries again, his voice much softer this time, a tone he rarely uses (and if he does it's with you, always with you). You shake your head, refusing to look up at him.

With a sigh he sits on the bed next to you, he makes sure to keep a small distance so he doesn't risk you touching each other accidentally but the proximity itself is a sign of trust, something reserved for you and the crows, only the people he deems save. There's a minute of silence between the two of you before Kaz comes to the conclusion you won't be addressing the problem on your own accord. “Jesper made me aware of a.... situation.” You don't reply but the sniffle coming from where your head is still tugged away from view makes his grip on his cane tighten.

When Jesper told him about what happened he was about ready to go straight to the Dregs responsible and demonstrate to them why people feared Dirtyhands but he was stopped by Inej who suggested it'd perhaps be better to check up on you first, saying she'd handle them (though her definition of handling the situation was much calmer and more reasonable that Kaz's). Though reluctantly he ended up listening to his friends, not keen on breaking his promise of always being there shall you need him.

“Love.” The use of the pet name made you look up finally. Seeing the glossiness of your eyes he stretches out his hand, deciding last second to lay it right next to yours instead of risking trying to put it on top. “I won't say I know how you're feeling as I know I never will but please be aware that whenever you need me I'm right there by your side..” He looks down at your almost touching hands for a moment, trying to find more he could say to comfort you. To his relief though you speak up this time. “Sometimes it.... it just feels like no matter how hard I try I can't seem to be enough of a man.” You cure yourself silently for the way your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, pushing your head back in its old position. Meanwhile Kaz could swear he can feel something chipping away at his heart with how sure you sound of something that is not only hurting you but blatantly false.

“I might not know how you're feeling.... but I know there's voices.” He let's his gloved hand hover above yours, hoping his words are ones good enough. “Voices inside your head and heart, voices that seem to come from everywhere and sometimes even the voices of other people. They're telling you lies and things you don't deserve.” He finally seems to have won the battle he silently had with himself as he let's his hand rest on yours lightly. “Listen to mine instead.”

You look up fully this time to see Kaz already looking at you, eyes filled with rare emotion. “You are without question the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes upon. Absolutely dashing, stronger than anyone I've ever known, so stunningly brave. I know many men who think of themselves as powerful, strong, the best and I can guarantee you none of them stand a chance against you. You think you need to 'try' as to be a man but you are already more man than they will ever be. You're man at heart, something I believe most of them do not possess in the first place.” Relief washes over him when you puff out a small laugh at his joke. He lifts his hand from yours again, his gaze however stays fixated on you.

You take a few seconds to take in what just happened, Kaz's words having been uncharacteristically sweet, almost shockingly so. A warmth spreads inside both your chest and cheek. While you're still processing his words Kaz gets up from your bed, returning moments later with a tissue and the glass of water you had left on the little table in your room this morning, both of which you gratefully accept.

“I don't give a damn about who or what you were said to be much over a decade ago. I care about the beautiful, perfect man you grew up to be that I have the privilege of getting to spend my life with. No matter what anyone says. You'll always be you, the most incredible man to exist. Inej, Jesper, Nina, Matthias, Wylan, all of them would never see you as anything less, they all love you.” He lifts his hand again, resting it on your cheek carefully. “I love you.” It's barely above a whisper, the words still hard for him to get out even after all this time but the faint smile on your face shows him you heard him fine as he removes his hand again. “I know I don't say it as much as you deserve but I'm so very lucky to have you by my side. The best of boyfriends and best of men.”

Kaz Brekker wasn't one to let his affection show often but if it meant he could have the man he loved smile at him as strikingly as you did right now maybe he'd consider doing it more often.

<3

[not-a-big-slay]

Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figured out from whom it really came from

! warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood, slavery, abuse!

part: 3/?

previous part: part 2

next part: part 4

masterlist

A/N: so, its finally here! very very sorry for not releasing last week, but I was real busy and right now I have a writers block so this chapter took me like 5 days to finish.. anyways its here and i hope you enjoy it :) if you wanna get updated say so in the comments!

Y/N adjusted the strap of her backpack and looked at the house in front of her. She faced a white renaissance church, that probably went through enough, judging by the gray spots and crumbled structure. The sun was setting in low and it painted a various shades of red on outer walls. Seagulls sang a tone that made her stop her gazing and finally step inside.

A long time has passed since she has done this. When she was younger, flyers and sometimes heralds brought new clients to her, but now, she had none of it, so a question immediately rose in her mind. How does the client know about her? She assumed there were plenty of hitmen in Kerch, so it must have been someone known to her. Not many people in her past were harmless or friendly, so whoever awaited behind that door sure as hell was dangerous.

She took a deep breathe in. I still got it. Releasing the air, she made her way to open the large white door and grabbed a hold of her knife as soon as her hand left the door handle. She was met with empty seats and paintings that hold the ideas of how the Saints must've looked like. Y/N's eyes took a moment to get used to the lack of light shining through dirty windows. She jumped a little when the heavy doors shut behind her.

Taking out her knife seemed like a good idea. Churches always spooked her. Wether it was because her mother liked to go there or the idea of obssesing over something not real and creating a false hope inside yourself didn't quite amused her. Or both.

She looked around, revealing secrets of the believing with every move. A high roof watched over her from above joined by a little balcony not so far below it. Amazing place to hide and take someone out Y/N thought. Realizing that, she moved away from the middle, as it was the most revealing place, and kept on exploring. She began to think it was some sort of a joke. Some kids might have seen an old flyer offering service of death and send for her to come to this old creepy church right at the verge of night. Her knife, that succesfully made its way onto the same level as her chin, was slowly lowered to her hip.

This is stupid.

It was until the sound of footsteps brought her defense back. Her head followed the noise and she turned around to finally see her client. A breathe got stuck in her throat as her heart slowed down, almost to a full stop. Y/N couldn't move. She froze at the sight of him.

,,Hi, snowflake.". She dropped her knife at that. She promised her younger self she will never have to hear this word used on her again. The only movement her body allowed right now was shaking, and so it did.

Deln, her former slaver stood in front of her, smirking disgustedly, that Y/N would puke if she could move, his green eyes, the only part of his body that hasn't gone grey yet, were hurting her more than any weapon ever could. They caught hers and didn't intend to let them go. He walked around her frozen body like she was a caged animal and he was in a circus, knowing she can't hurt him behind the bars.

,,So very glad you made it."

His words were like venom, spilling into her mouth and making her swallow it and poisoning her slowly. He was still tall and slim, like a snake. Beating up slaved children must be keeping him in shape. After making a full circle around her, she finally broke free of the freezing spell and took deep breaths as if she wasn't breathing at all in the trans. He patiently waited for her. Y/N slowly pointed her knife at his throat, imagining it hammered in. Her E/C eyes burning with the color of hatred. ,,You.." she said simply, but threateningly low. Deln giggled lightly. He always made her feel so little and weak.

Like a snowflake.

,,Am I that unforgotable-" he was stop by a sharp blade pressed on his throath, ready to take the life out of him, ready to split his neck in half and watch how he would drift away from the living. She wouldn't even blink during that, wouldn't miss a second of his death desired by many.

,,The only thing unforgetable will be this knife I'll leave on your grave, stained by your blood." Y/N promised, not breaking the intense eye contact. It was very important for him to know she's not weak anymore and that he had no power over her, even if it wasn't completely true.

Deln opened his mouth as he breathed in, wanting to say something, but closed it right after with a sigh. His hands folded behind his back, he stood straight, like some noble prick with a high rank. He always presented himself as something bigger than what he actually was- a common street rat, an insect. After a moment, he finally told her he needed the service to kill.

,,There are different hitmen in Kerch. Why me?" she said, knowing the question is stupid. If Deln could, he would bother her in the after life. ,,I am kind of sentimental," he spoke, waliking away from her. Y/N didn't stop him, just lowered her knife after it lost it's target. ,,and I know you kind of miss it." he took two additional steps and then turned to her. She frowned slightly at him before laughing lightly: ,,Miss it? The killing? You'd be surprised". She laughed harder after that.

He watched her with a smile on his face. Y/N took on her stone face again after the little fun she allowed herself to have. Deln started walking back to her, looking at the cobblestones that formed a floor. ,,Then tell me," he paused and looked straight in her eyes, ,,why did you came back?"

The girl wanted to argue with the man that looked more like a farmer than a slaver, however she started to think about his words instead. She couldn't miss the killing. To start a death business was just a desparate decision due to a lack of money and knowledge to take on other jobs. Killing someone didn't seem to require much effort, but after her first job, it turned out it requires a strong mentality. Taking a life also takes a part of you, a part you will miss and wont be the same with it gone.

An eye for an eye.

Missing something like this would mean she has gone completely crazy. She would never enjoy being the death's messenger. So why she came back after reading the letter send to her, proposing her skills, another eye, again? Could she truly miss this awful thing? Has it grown her like a drug and she became addicted?

Deln's words played with her brain, kicking it and throwing it to sides like a ball. The man noticed it and decided to pull her out of her thoughts by speaking: ,,Don't overthink it. I have something you would agree to anyway." Y/N looked at him. His face was serious, but calm. It wasn't threating in any way, but comforting almost. She understood what he meant. Yes, maybe he was sentimental, but there was something else that made him call on her.

Revenge.

She would get revenge.

,,Are you gonna let me kill you?" she asked, dropping her head to the side. He laughed walking past her slowly, his hands still behind his back. Deln stopped in the middle of the room, Y/N never leaving him off of her look. The paintings of the Saints made him look like one of their own. She must've smiled at that. He was nowhere near a Saint.

,,That would be a more tempting offer, I'm sure," he chuckled, ,,but I got the next best one." The girl couldn't resist the curious step forward, revealing she wanted to know more. Deln noticed and did the same as if a certain distance would let her know everything she needs to. She resisted another step, longing for the name of the victim.

,,I want you to kill Pekka Rollins."

She gasped silently as the tension exploded like a bomb. Pekka Rollins. That name rolled in her head, knowing damn well who that is. The man who made her life better and then made it even worse, filling her with happiness and hope and then crushing it right in front of her, making her to live through the hell he created with his actions. The man she imagined killing everytime she held a weapon. It was easier to kill when she visualized his face on her victims, but killing him in real life, piercing a bullet through his psychotic brain, tasting the sweet revenge on her toungue while she takes time to mesmorize his lifeless, helpless body on the ground, that would be a true wealth she wished to seize.

However, while he made her and her mother's life hell, Y/N couldn't understand why Deln wants Rollins dead. She doubted it would be just a sweet gesture from his heart to make her happy, to fulfill her dreams, to get revenge. Not a soul in The Barrel would do something for others without a personal gain. Everyone here exist out of spite, her mother used to say. Don't be fooled by the sudden kidness.

,,Why?" That question seemed to confuse Deln. If Y/N got this offer 7 years ago, she would ask where and when would the murder take place, but she knew better now. ,,What will you gain if he dies?" she started to stroll to him without moving her eyes from his. She stopped 6 feet away from him and folded her hands, like he did, but in the front. He pumped his eyebrows up at that and began walking around her, answering the question.

,,Rollins took a liking in stealing my slaves and putting them in his cathouse. I used to sell them to him, but it turned out he doesn't like spending money on dirty girls.". She cringed at that name. Classes were never a thing in The Barrel, but illegal slaves and brothel owners were like a light and a darkness, they couldn't exist without the other. Y/N was never in The Sweet Shop, but if she could exchange the experience with Rollins for working in a pleasure house, she would. There is a sort of comfort in knowing what would happen to her rather than waiting for the unexpected.

,,I talked to him and he almost butchered me for it, so I'm gonna butcher him for real now. Well, you will." he stopped next to her and turned his head to the side, catching the E/C eyes again. Y/N thought about it. It sure used to piss him off when he lost only a bit of money. Every lost money is a lost food for you he used to say when the girl asked him why was he mad at the 10 kruge he was robbed of. Nevertheless, she needed more than a sad story about stolen slaves.

,,How can I trust you?" she asked and folded her hands on her chest. He took a half-circle around her and started to walk in the middle once again. Why the hell is he always walking? she thought. Once in the middle, he looked at her with a smirk. ,,Because I can give you what Rollins promised." he spoke and reached for something in his pants. In that moment Y/N took a hold of a smaller knife she had on the opposite side of the other that laid still on the ground behind them. Deln reached his other hand in front, indicating no harm will come to her from whatever he's about to take out. Deln lifted his hand up, holding a piece of paper. After looking at it long enough, she lowered her knife.

Freedom papers.

He held it out like a candy and Y/N paced to it like a kid. She took it in her hands, eating up every word on it.

I, Deln Caskeye, am releasing Y/N L/N out of my ownership and accepting them as a free and independant person. I no longer own them as a property and I will not control their free choices hereafter. On this day ____ in _____.

Signature: Deln Caskeye

Tears crawled up from their hideaway and read every word with her. In Kerch, slavery was illegal, so this paper wouldn't make its way to the goverment. If slavers ever released someone from slavery, they would just let them walk, but having this paper, even though it meant nothing from the view of the law, meant she'd be really free and she could confirm her freedom to herself. Also, this paper would save her from being enslaved again. It was an unspoken rule among the slavers in Ketterdam. They, at least, had some dignity between themselves.

Y/N looked at the man. She ran away from him many years ago, but never felt quite free. This paper might help her with that. He smiled as if he was proud of her. Her tears hid back when she saw that smile and held the paper back at him like it was an extremely hot object and she wanted to get rid of it as soon as she could. He slowly took it back and folded it again in his pocket.

,,Pretty nice right?" he noted. ,,All you have to do, is kill him, not slowly, but I think you wouldn't do that anyway.". The hitman thought about it. Being free was her dream from when she was seven. Pekka Rollins promised her and her mother freedom for one job and he broke his word. She almost got deja vu from it by standing here. ,,How do I know you're not lying?" Deln smiled at her and walked over to her. They were close, his chest mere inches away. ,,You know I never lie, snowflake."

As much as she was disgusted, it was true. Deln was always honest. He was abusive, cruel and controling, but he never lied to her. He gladly told her how she would be punished for misbehaving and what was probably awaiting her when someone bought her. He didn't need to lie to be respected by slavers. He didn't need to manipulate her and other slaves to be feared by them. And on top of that, she could just run away if he lies. The freedom paper meant a lot for her, but she managed for 5 years, and the taste of revenge would keep her going for long. If he isn't lying, this would be the greatest deal in her life. Too great to be true.

Deln waited for the answer patiently. Y/N looked at him with confidence in her eyes. She studied him one more time. Wrinkles showed her just how much time have passed. He could be a changed man, even a liar. She knew better than to make a deal with dangerous men. Her hand made its way onto her wrist. The black fabric reminded her what Rollins did to her. What Rollins did to them. Deln threw his head from side to side after every moment that has passed. She stopped his action by finally answering, probably changing her fate forever:

,,I'll do it..

..I'll kill Pekka Rollins."

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RULES

Last updated on the 18th of September 2024

Check also my fandoms + request types I write to aid you with requesting!

I DO NOT WRITE (READ!!!!)

(There's a lot on this list, so please take time to read this through)

– MY MOST IMPORTANT RULE: I do NOT write EXPLICIT SMUT/NSFW! References, mentions etc are ok in some cases, but I DO NOT WRITE THE ACTUAL ACT.

Written with big letters because this is by far my most broken rule.

– "Can you write one for x, plot is up to you"-requests. Check this post for request types I do and how to request them.

– Real person fiction (actors, bands, youtubers x reader fics. Historical people in media like Assassin's Creed are ok, as long as their story is largely fictionalised in that media)

– I'm very, VERY rarely comfortable with any kind of pregnancy fics with any character, so I've decided to quit writing those + because there was constant misunderstandings about my boundaries with pregnancy fics because there was a lot of those. Only certain characters were valid for those + I don't feel comfortable to write about reader showing.

During this time of me writing reader inserts (since 2018), only three pregnant!reader requests have gotten through. And also, there's a bunch of characters I don't feel comfortable writing even discussing having a (biological) baby. Fics where the baby has already been born/the character and reader have a child are okay, though I prioritise writing adopted children unless the nature of the request demands otherwise, and with some characters I only write adopted children, like with Kaz Brekker.

– Non-reader insert requests. Canon pairing fics are ok, but reader has to be involved and they have to be one of the MC's. (Reader planning how to set up Kaz Brekker and Inej Ghafa for a date for example) Unfortunately, fanon (non-canon) pairings aren't allowed because of clarity.

– Related to the rule above, I do not write x readers for canon characters who are fanon-built. I know they have risen in popularity within recent years. What I mean by this is, we don't know much anything about them in canon, we don't see them in canon, we only know their name, how they look like and maybe one or two things they did/who they are. We don't hear them talk, we have nothing concrete to show what they are like in canon, but fandom has built them a personality most consider as canon. An example of this kind of character is Nines from Detroit: Become Human.

– Double requests (requests with a detailed plot that you've already sent to someone else, requesting Steve Harrington and you having a picnic date is an ok request but Steve Harrington and you having a picnic date and during that he proposes and throws you into a lake afterwards for fun is not)

– Related to the rule above, please do not take prompts from other prompt lists than mine. I don't want to be accused of being a thief if someone recognises their prompt.

– Also, please do NOT use AI to generate prompts, and also do not train any kind of AI with my fics.

– I do not write specified male readers, because I don't feel capable enough, nor really comfortable either. I do write gn reader though, and gn reader is my default unless female reader is requested. (The requester either saying "character x female reader please, where [scenario]" or referring to reader as she/her)

– I do not write specified trans readers (meaning scenarios where reader is taking their first shot, telling about being trans etc) because I'm not trans nor I know any trans people and I don't want to accidentally offend anyone. (Been there already and it resulted into a huuuuge drama that lasted for weeks so...)

– I do not do romantic fics between a minor and an adult.

– I no longer write appearance specific pieces unless it (height, body type, hairstyle, ethinicity etc) plays a major part of the fic. One scene/a side mention in your oneshot request about reader's physical attribute isn't enough for me to include it and I will ignore those parts of your request. A major part means fics like you being insecure of your birthmark that covers half of your face and a character comforts you about it, those are ok. In other words, the plot has to build itself around that appearance specific trait.

– Related to the rule above: I no longer write fics where reader is character's biological sibling/child/relative, so if you request a sibling!fic, reader is always adopted (even if I won't state it directly). This also means I no longer write fics where reader is the characters twin sibling. Making biological relative!readers automatically mean that reader has certain physical attributes, no matter how vague I try to be about their appearance.

– Yandere/tsundere etc

– Omegaverse

– Big age gaps

– Poly fics

– Crossover fics

– Doing drugs + smoking (drinking is ok)

– Soulmate AU

– Hanahaki AU

– Dark fics (Dead Dove Do Not Eat etc)

– Dark!characters (this partly includes dark!reader, ask for specifics)

– I also won’t write your request if you’re being rude to me when you request. (Requests like "character x reader, scenario" will get turned down, maybe learn to request like "Hi, character x reader, scenario, please and thank you?")

I AM WILLING TO WRITE

– People with mental disabilities

- Autism (I'm autistic myself)

- People with some physical disabilities (blindness, deafness, chronic migraines, having to use a wheelchair, feel free to ask about your disability and maybe tell about it a little if it's not a common one)

– Female and gender-neutral readers (I write the reader as gender neutral by default unless you state you want a female reader or regard to the reader with she/her pronouns in your request)

- Platonic fics

- Canon ship fics, as long as reader is included in the fic as one of the main characters (like reader being an adopted sibling of one of them, their (adopted) child, is matchmaking them, etc)

– Romantic female character x female reader

– I’m willing to write some AU’s (modern + real-life AU, in which they’re just ordinary people, are the ones I’m most comfortable with).

GENERAL ABOUT REQUESTING

Be polite. A some kind of thank you would be nice. (Requesting “imagine having a picnic with Bucky Barnes from MCU” has a very different tone from “Hi! Could you write a gif imagine? Imagine having a picnic with Bucky Barnes (from MCU), thank you so much!!”)

Also if you’re new to my/any writing blog, READ THE RULES BEFORE REQUESTING! People are constantly asking smut fics from me and while I understand that smut is something most writers seem to do and people are expecting those from me too, you have to understand that not everyone is comfortable with everything. So please read AT LEAST the “I don’t write”-section from my rules before requesting so I don’t have to state it over and over and over again how I don’t write about this or that.

If the request is very OOC for the character, I most likely will turn it down. I just can't see (for example) Kaz Brekker, Victor Zsasz or Ledger!Joker being all fluffy, cute and cuddly and feel like I would turn the character upside down if I did that and I don't like reading fics like that, so I don't write them either. This also applies to certain prompts in my prompt list. If I can't make it work or figure a way around it, I'll give up with it.

Make sure I’ll know who are you requesting for. Like some characters are namesakes when movies/serieses have prequels/remakes for example, and it may cause a misunderstanding when you request a fic and I write the fic for the "wrong" version.

Make sure I know what you want. If you send a “Could you do a Bucky Barnes x reader where Bucky loses a bet with Steve and has to confess his feelings to the reader?” I know that you’re most likely meaning a gif imagine, but if you send a “Jealous Steve Harrington please?” I don’t really know what do you want, a gif imagine? Headcanons? If you want a gif imagine, please tell me a scenario, something to work with. If you want headcanons, please send me “Jealous Steve Harrington x reader headcanons please?”

As a continuation to the last rule: you have to state a plot/a scenario when doing a gif imagine request, I won’t take requests like “could you do a character x reader? Thanks!” Also headcanons and preferences need a topic, check my requesting guide if you need help! Prompt fics don’t need a plot and in fact, I don’t even take plots with prompt fics. They’re supposed to be surprises for you.

Send multiple requests in separate asks!! I can manage them better that way + I link everything straight to the asks and I can’t do that if there are multiple requests stuffed in the same ask.

If you’re unsure about what fandoms I write for, check my fandoms list before requesting. There are also some characters listed for who I won’t write for.

Do not try to guilt-trip me into writing your request. All requests just won’t inspire me, and it’s just unpleasant to force myself to write requests that just don’t inspire me one bit.

I only write reader inserts, so keep that in mind when requesting. So I do not write ships or just regular fanfics, and I do not write for your OC’s, and I also won’t replace Y/N with your name, unless it's a birthday gift/a self ship and you're my friend.

Do not spam different writers with exactly same requests, with same characters and same scenarios UNLESS they’re comfortable with it. Otherwise it might make us feel really uncomfortable and like we’re plagiarizing each other. Just please, don’t do that. Dating headcanons are ok because we can write them more freely but if you state a certain situation and ask us to write about Steve Harrington realising he's in love with you after you save him from the Mind Flayer, you state how the request should go and therefore all the imagines you get are very similar. Pick one writer per request and be patient. We’re not machines. Thank you. If I see a request has been written and is out there and I have not written it yet, I’m publishing the ask with a link to that fic. But if I have written it, I’m gonna publish it with a few edits which hopefully would make it different from that other request but I’m also gonna be upset and anxious about that + it means extra work for me so please don’t send requests like that.

You may spam me with requests!! 5 or 50, all gif imagines, headcanons, preferences or prompt drabbles, go wild if you feel like it. But please remember I do my requests in order that's based on my own current inspiration and motivation for an idea or a character, so there's still no schedule for it.

DO NOT REPOST (repost: copypasting my fic into a new post/using parts of my fics in your own fics, not the same as reblogging, which is sharing my fics from my blog directly) MY WORK INTO OTHER PLATFORMS OR ON YOUR OWN BLOG. MY TUMBLR, AO3 AND WATTPAD ARE THE ONLY PLACES MY FICS ARE POSTED TO! If you’re posting/have posted my work somewhere, delete it right now. I don’t understand why would you repost my or anyone’s works somewhere when you could also reblog it into your own blog or tell our usernames and recommend us to people, list your fave imagines from us so people could check them out.

DO NOT FEED MY FICS TO CHATGPT, OR MAKE AN AI WITH MY WRITING STYLE. If I find out you're doing it somehow, I may even end up getting so anxious that I'm deleting all my writing accounts and never coming back.

Absolutely no romantic requests between underage x adult. Meaning not underage reader nor underage character. Platonic stuff is more than fine, but romance is a big no for me personally.

I have the right to refuse from doing your request. I might not get inspired by it or I just don’t find the topic comfortable.

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

Kaz brekker x gender fluid reader (they /them)

The reader comes to kaz in tears and of course kaz is ready to deal with who ever made them cry and the reader just explains to kaz that their family doesn't accept them and told them they never will and keep dead naming them and kaz just comforts them ( it can have a smut ending idk if you write smut or not if you don't just have it be a fluff ending where the reader is on a sofa reading to kaz as he works

it’s posted: here

i didn’t exactly follow the request but i hope you like it anyway. also i don’t write smut for kaz because of his canon touch aversion and i wanna respect that

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

masterlist:

(requests are open)

who i write for (crossed out means i currently do not write for them):

stranger things: eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley

moonknight: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

the shadowhunter chronicles: matthew fairchild, james herondale, anna lightwood, jem carstairs, will herondale, cordelia carstairs

the grishaverse: kaz brekker, jesper fahey, inej ghafa, nina zenik, matthias helvar, wylan van eck, aleksander morozova

tlou (game): ellie williams, dina nolastname

a good girl’s guide to murder: ravi singh, sal singh

marauders: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black, pandora lovegood, potentially others although i may not get their characterisation as well

the summer i turned pretty: jeremiah fisher, cam cameron

x-men: logan howlett

i will write any type of queer/trans representation and requests. there aren’t enough lgbt friendly x reader fics

poly!steddie (steve harrington x eddie munson x reader)

steddie x afab!reader pregnancy headcanons

steddie x afab!reader w/ a newborn headcanons

first words (steddie x afab!reader)

steve harrington x reader

genderfluid!steve x genderfluid!reader

kaz brekker x reader

kaz comforts genderfluid!reader

moonknight system x reader

hurt/comfort after reader is (slightly?) attacked

sal singh x reader

party girl!reader