theonewithbrooklyn99

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Spencer Reid x singer!reader

Headcannons for a series I want to start.

Y/n is basically Taylor Swift in this, but was born in 1999, and Spencer wants born 1989.

Spencer is about ten years older than y/n, but neither of them care about that. The media had a frenzy once they found out, so y/pn went on a talk show to address it even though Spencer didn’t want her to

They met when she was being stalked by a fan and the BAU was brought in to solve the case.

They met around the time of the 1989 world tour (y/n named it ‘1989’ cause that was the year her mom started her dream job). They met when the whole Kanye feud was happening, her stalker was sending her death threats because they were a huge Kanye fan.

Once y/n disappeared for a year, she basically stayed in DC with Spencer. They became super close and started dating.

Spencer was hesitant at first to have songs about him (Delicate, Dress, So It Goes) but y/n reassured him that people wouldn’t find out right away.

Three months into dating, Spencer introduced her to the whole team as his girlfriend. Penelope freaked out cause she’s a huge fan, and they instantly became best friends. Rossi and Hotch both become like father figures to y/n, since she doesn’t have one

Emily, JJ, Penelope and y/n have girls night twice a month.

When emily leaves to work at interpol, they face time her all the time on girls night

Derek pulled y/n aside and give her the ‘big brother talk’

When Reputation comes out, Penelope calls y/n immediately screaming. They then talk for hours about the album.

Spencer supports her through the whole thing when people are hating on her.

He wears her merch all the time.

He has Penelope create a private account on all socials so he can like her pictures and monitor any comments

He becomes super protective when they’re out in public and someone approaches them.

Once people start seeing Spencer with y/n more, they put two and two together. They start shipping them and freaking out about how cute they are together.

Y/n invites the BAU to her opening night for the rep tour.

During the rep tour, y/n wants to announce to everyone the her and Spencer are dating. They have a long talk about it, and eventually Spencer agrees.

During one of her tour nights, before singing Delicate, she talks about how this song is about someone she loves and supported her during her darkest time. She’s then like “this one’s for you Spence.”

Everyone knows that Lover is dedicated to Spencer.

‘The Man’ is written for Emily, Penelope and JJ.

The “we could go driving on my scooter” intro in London Boy is from when Spencer got tipsy and started talking in a British accent, and y/n recorded it

“Soon you’ll get better” is about Diana getting dementia

When Covid hit, y/n decided she would stay with Spencer and quarantine so they could still be with each other

Spencer started dabbling in the piano, and is accredited on a lot of folklore and evermore songs

Spencer was in prison right after the release of Lover, and y/n wrote a lot of dark songs that she didn’t think she would ever release

“peace” and “Hoax” were about Spencer in prison.

I “Fresh Out the Slammer” and “Guilty as Sin” were also written while Spencer was in prison.

Had the whole BAU team come to opening night of the Eras tour

Looked DIRECTLY at Spencer when singing vigilante shit

Penelope called Spencer angry when she heard the sad songs on TTPD. Y/n had to explain to Penelope that these songs were written over years and not just one time

Spencer listens to y/ns music on the jet home because he misses her

Y/n and Spencer have talked about marriage and engagement, but feel like they are to busy for a wedding 😂😂

#spencerreid #spencerxreader #spencerxsinger!reader #taylorswiftsongs

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Dear Alex

Pairing: Darkling x y/n

Summery: you dated The Darkling until you start questioning how he rules the Grisha. His true nature comes out and haunts you. Based off of “Dear John”

Tw: emotional manipulation

Dear Alex

You arrived at The Little Palace when you were 14, you’re parents would always travel around, keeping you hidden when they found out you were at Healer. But, sooner or later they knew you would be found, they just hoped to give you extra time with them.

When you were brought to The Little Palace you were angry. Angry that you were taken away from your family and forced to be a soldier when you didn’t want to. After the first couple of weeks there, the angry just built. Especially towards the Darkling. Everyone around you talked about how great and powerful he was, but you thought he was a coward, never showing his face and hiding behind his Grisha army.

Finally, one evening he showed up. He sat and ate dinner with everyone, making small talk to the Grisha closest to him. Once he was finished eating he got up to leave and you followed him. You followed him into the hallway. You ran up to him and grabbed his arm. He whipped around ready to hurt whoever dared touch him. He cold black eyes bared into yours, but you didn’t stand down.

“I want to go home.” You said crossing your arms.

“You are home, miss…” he said.

“y/l/n. And no I’m not. This is a prison, not a home.”

“You’ll get used to it. Everyone does.” He says, then makes to turn and leave but you call him back.

“Hey! I’m not done talking! Why do you need me anyways? You have plenty of Healers.”

“Because Healers die in battle, we always need more.”

“Maybe they wouldn’t die if you had a better strategy.” You say boldly.

The Darkling chuckles at this. “Do you have better ideas?”

“Actually I do.”

He raised an eyebrow “well then, let’s hear them.” He motions for you to follow him into the war room.

After that day, you started to help him more and more with his strategies. He introduced you to the King and Queen, and brought you along to meetings. You would spend sleepless nights coming up with different ways to defeat The Fold and keep the Ferjdens from killing Grisha. You started to become close and soon you were his most trusted Grisha.

On your seventeenth birthday, The Darkling planned on taking you to a quiet spot for a picnic, away from prying eyes and interruptions.

He had a blanket set up and candles scattered around. A feast was laid out, with your favourite dessert being in the centre. You turn to The Darkling.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” He helps you off your horse and leads you to the blanket. You both settle and start eating.

“Why did you do this?” You ask.

“I know how hard your birthdays have been in the past, with missing your family and all, so I wanted to create new traditions for you.” He says.

“You plan on doing this again?” You giggle.

“If you want to.” He looks at you and grabs your hand. He searches your face then looks down at your lips. Before he can say anything you lean in to kiss him. His lips are soft and tender, his hands travels up to your hair while your rest on his chest. He deepens the kiss and you can taste the dessert he was just eating. He pushes you against a tree and kisses you even harder, making you moan. When you both run out of air, he travels down to your neck, sucking and licking at your most sensitive spots.

“General.” You whisper in pleasure. He pulls back at this, but rests his hands around your head, his legs straddling yours.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I “ you stutter, thinking you went to far or were to loud.

“Don’t apologize.” He whispers huskily while stroking your cheek. “I just think we’re past formalities.”

You give him a puzzled look. “My name is Aleksander.”

You beam, happy he finally trusted you enough to tell you his name. “It’s nice to meet you Aleksander.” You giggle.

“Saints, you have such a beautiful laugh.” He says before crashing his lips back onto yours.

After that day, the two of you lived in honeymoon bliss. You would spend all your time together, planning and plotting, getting to know each other even more, or simply being in each other’s presence.

But soon, the happy picture started to crack.

At first it was just little things; he would get upset when you suggested an idea that was already used, or if you were distracting him while he was trying to work.

You became timid around him, but he never noticed.

“Good morning Alex.” You whispered as you brought tea to him.

He looked up and smiled, beckoning you over to sit with him. You walk over and sit on his lap and he wraps his arm around your waist. He placed down the files he was going over and started peppering your face and neck with kisses. You laughed and sighed with content.

“You’re happy today.” You say.

“I’m always happy when your around.” He says.

“Really?” You ask, your voice uncertain.

“Yes my love. Why do you doubt that?” He looks at you with mild concern. You shrug and plant a smile on your face.

“Am I not giving you enough attention?” He asks his eyes going dark. “ are you not satisfied? Should I just forgo all my duties to be at your every beck and call?!”

You slip off his lap trying to get away from him, but he grabs your wrist. You look at him with fear in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Of course you didn’t. You never mean to. Your just selfish.” He spat the last word at you. A few tears slip from your eyes. He lets go of your wrist and you run off as fast as you can to your room.

Later that night your sitting going over battle plans when you hear a knock on your door. You turn to see Aleksander walk in with a slight smile.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any of that I’m just…”

“Stressed I know.” You finish for him. He opens his arms and you run to hug him.

He starts slowly kissing your head, then trails down to your lips. Soon he’s pushing you against the wall, pinning his hands beside your head and deepening the kiss. You lead him to your bed and he starts unbuttoning your dress while you unbutton his Kefta. You bask in the attention he’s giving you, knowing that him sleeping with you is the only time he is actually happy to be around you now a days.

Over the next couple of months, your time with Aleksander becomes less loving and more hurtful. Most days he ignores you, or yells at you. At night he will sneak into your room and make up for how he was behaving during the day. You took it all, thinking that it was just stress since the King was cracking down on him for not finding a solution to The Fold.

One day you walk past his office when you hear him talking to someone. You stop to listen when a girl replies. You instantly recognize it as Zoya.

“You don’t need her, all she does is cause problems.” She says.

“She does, but she also has some good ideas.” You smile, thinking Aleskander is defending you, but he continues, “but she isn’t as loyal as you Zoya. Or as beautiful.” You hear faint kissing noises and it makes your blood boil.

You want to run in there and separate the two, but you stop yourself. That wouldn’t hurt Aleksander the way he hurt you.

The next couple of days, you make sure to be extra nice to Aleksander, giving him whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Playing the perfect girlfriend. Then you make sure he will see you flirting with another Heartrender; Peter.

You’re standing with Peter in the courtyard, where you know Aleksander usually walks around this time. You see him rounding the corner and you smirk.

“Peter, it was so nice of you to help me with my training today.” You say while brushing your hand down his arm. Peter blushes

“Of course y/n. I’m always happy to help you.” You smile.

“You know Peter, I’ve always considered you a close friend.” You flirt.

“Oh yeah?” He says excitedly.

“Mhm. But I always wondered if we could be more.” You go to lean in to kiss him when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The Darkling growls. You turn and see him angrier then you’ve ever seen him.

“General…” you start, but he puts his finger on your lips.

“You don’t get to speak, and you,” he says turning to Peter, “leave before I do something I regret.”

Peter pales and runs off as fast as he can. Aleksander turns back to you.

“You really thought you could cheat on me and I wouldn’t know?” He says in a low whisper.

“You did.” You say, shoving his hand off of you.

“What?” He says through clenched teeth.

“I saw you and Zoya.”

“You were intruding on my private conversations?” He crosses his arms.

“You don’t get to be mad. You were the one who cheated!” You yell.

He points his finger in your face. “You DO NOT get to yell at me. Zoya is a loyal soldier, and maybe you should learn from her.”

“Maybe YOU should learn from HER! You sent loyal at all!”

“I’ve been nothing but loyal to you. But clearly that’s not good enough for you. Never speak to me again.” He says in a low voice. He stalks away leaving you alone.

The next couple of days you were walking around the castle confused. Why did it end? How did it end? You thought you two were happy. You wanted to be angry, but all you felt was sadness.

After a couple of weeks, you disappeared into your room. No one saw you, just heard faint sobs from your room. Finally, Genya decided to go in and check on you.

“Y/n?” She asked while sitting beside you on your bed.

You turned to her and she whipped the tears from your face.

“Awe honey.” She pulled you into a hug.

“I should have listened to everyone. I shouldn’t have gotten attached.” You cried.

“It’s ok. He’s intoxicating I get it. He used you it’s not your fault.” Genya whispered. You cuddled into her and she pet your hair calming you down.

After a couple months, you felt better enough to go back to your role as advisor. You weren’t going to let your country fall apart because a man took advantage of you.

You marched into the war room and everyone turned to look at you. Some Grisha smiled, some looked confused, Zoya looked annoyed and Aleksander was fuming.

“Y/n this is a private meeting.” He says through clenched teeth.

“Well, I am still an advisor, so I think I should be apart of this meeting. Do you not?” You looked Aleksander in the eyes, daring him to say more in front of everyone.

“Fine.”

After the meeting finished, Aleksander called you back.

“I told you to never speak to me again.” He said.

You raised an eyebrow. “Your the one who hurt me. Don’t you think seventeens to young to be played by your dark twisted games?”

“Don’t twist the story y/n.” He growled.

“I was to young to know what we were doing was wrong. I still care about Ravka, so I will be helping with strategizing, but other then that you will never have to see me again.” You turn with a smirk on your face.

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Summer Child

Based on Conan Grey’s song

Everyone thinks your carefree, but Kaz knows different

Kaz x reader

Tw: abuse, self harm

Summer Child

You joined the Dregs when you were 13, right after Kaz. You charmed everyone you met, including Kaz. He wanted to protect you, keep that carefree spirit you had. As you two went on small jobs for Per Haskell, he would watch you dance around, and pick flowers from the cracks in the pavement.

“Why are you so cheerful?” He asked one day.

You shrugged. “Makes life brighter.”

He rolls his eyes and laughed at the way you would stop to talk to everyone, making their day brighter. As the years went by, you and Kaz grew closer and closer.

Now, Kaz is 17, and your 16. He made you his second in command when he made it to the top of the ranks, making you untouchable to all of Kaz’s enemies. As you grew older, your relationship grew as well. Kaz started being able to withstand your touches, and occasionally would give you a kiss or two.

You were sitting in his office reading, trying to keep your eyes open.

“Go to bed.” Kaz says.

You shake your head. “I want to stay up with you.”

Kaz sighs. “fine, let’s both go to to bed then.” He holds his hand out and you grab it. You expect him to bring you to your room, instead he leads you to his bed.

“You sure?” You ask. He nods. You take off your outer layer of your dress, leaving you in your undergarments. Kaz changes into his nightclothes and goes to blow out the candle.

“Wait. Can you keep it lit?” You whisper.

Kaz turns to look at you, questions etched on his face.

“I-I don’t like the dark.” You say. Kaz nods then limps over to the bed, sliding in beside you. You are both on the far ends of the bed, so you don’t touch.

It’s the middle of the summer in Ketterdam and its humid. Everyone is wearing as little layers as possible. Jesper gave up on wearing a shirt most of the time, opting to just wear a vest. Kaz gave up his coat and hat.

You however, still wear long sleeves, ashamed of all the scares on your arms from your father and yourself.

Your sitting outside the Crow Club with Inej and Nina, trying to find a breeze, but it was useless.

“Are you not hot in long sleeves Y/n?” Nina asked.

You smile. “Nina dear, if I was hot don’t you think I would wear something different? I just run colder then most people.” Nina laughs and continues on with her conversation with Inej. You smile along, laugh when appropriate and chime in here and there, but it’s all fake, the sadness of your childhood taking over.

Kaz was watching this whole exchange and saw the darkness behind your smiles and laughs.

Kaz walks outside and calls for you. You follow him inside and he leads you to his office. You both sit on his couch and he starts tracing patterns into your skin.

“What’s the real answer?” He asks.

You turn to him confused. “To what?”

“Nina’s question.” He says.

“Kaz Brekker, we’re you eaves dropping? Rude.”

He chuckles, but looks at you waiting for an answer.

“Give me a sec.” You say. You go to the bathroom, take off the long sleeves blouse you have underneath your corset dress. You walk out rubbing your hands up and down your arms. You look up at Kaz as he walks to you. He traces the scares that litter your arms.

“Who the hell did this? Im going to kill them.” He looks at your with rage.

You shake your head. “My father is responsible for some.” You whisper.

Kaz squeezes your hands.

“But, I escaped so it’s all ok now!” You say smiling up at him. You give him a light kiss then leave him to go start getting the club ready for the night. He notices though that you grab one of his shirts to put on. It hurts him that your father was so mean, but you act like everything is fine.

Later that night, Kaz watches you work the bar. A smile never leaves your face. You laugh and make small talk with patrons, joke around with the rest of the crows. At the end of the night, he watches as you bring out a plate of waffles to the crows, making sure everyone is feed.

“Y/n, have you eaten?” Inej asks.

You wave her off, “I’ll eat later, I have the whole bar to clean.” Everyone protests, insisting you sit down and eat. You grab a waffle and shove it in your mouth. “See? I ate. Happy?” You ask with a mouthful. Everyone laughs as you walk back to the bar.

He watches you walk behind the bar, and clean the bar with a skip in your step. He notes though, that your face doesn’t hold the same emotion that your voice does, that there is a sadness behind your eyes that he wants to wipe away. He shakes his head and walks up to his office, having no idea how to make you happy again.

As you make your way up to your room later that night, your thoughts drift too how your father would make you clean the whole house, then lock you in your room with barely any food. How you got so used to the feeling of hunger you never notice it. And how he would hit you, push you and whip you even though you did nothing wrong.

You go to open the door, when you realize you went to Kaz’s room instead of yours. You turn to leave when Kaz opens the door. He takes in the tears in your eyes and opens his arms for you. You look at him then crash into him letting a few tears escape. He guides you into his room and onto his bed.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He says, wiping away the tears.

“I’m fine, just a long day.” You smile.

“That’s a lie.” He looks at you seriously. “Tell me what’s really going on.”

“Nothing really! Just tired. Can we go to bed?” You shift so that you can lie down. Kaz sighs, but doesn’t say more. He blows out all the candles, except for one, then lies beside you.

After a couple minutes of silence, Kaz speaks in the dark. “ you don’t have to act like your feelings are mild. Not around me.”

You shift to look at him. He looks over at you. You take a shaky breath; “um, cleaning the bar tonight just reminded me of my father. He would force me to clean the whole house, then lock me in the attic without food for days. He would also beat me a lot.” You shrug at the last part. Kaz pulls you into a hug. You know he is pushing past his comfort zone hugging you in bed, knowing that you can’t help it if limbs brush against each other. Yet you are so grateful for this hug.

You lean into the hug and sob for the first time in years. Kaz holds you and comforts you until you fall asleep in his arms.

The next morning you wake to a cup of coffee and a plate of waffles beside you. You turn and see Kaz at his desk. “Thank you.”

He turns around. “You’re to busy taking care of others, you forget to take care of yourself. Enjoy the day off.”

You slip out of bed and walk over to him. You look at him for consent to kiss him, and he nods. You kiss him slowly, the pull away to have the breakfast. The rest of the day, Kaz sees your free spirit return as you jump and dance around the club with Nina.

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Affluenza

Kaz Brekker x reader

Reader has always been surrounded by money; one way or another

Tw: drug and alcohol use, child abuse, language.

Affluenza

You grew up in a big mansion, your father being a mercher and your mother being the perfect house wife. You were given the best tutors, the best clothes and anything you wanted. But no love. Anytime you asked to spend time with your parents when you were younger, they would give you something instead; a new doll, a new pet, a new room. Soon you learned to be happy about those things, even though they only gave you happiness for a day or too.

When you became older, about thirteen or fourteen, your friends started throwing big parties. They would have the most expensive alcohol served in crystal cups, and the most expensive drugs. You quickly became addicted to the free feeling alcohol gave you and the numbness the drugs gave you. You would go to parties every night, your parents not giving a shit. You would make out with whoever, most of the time waking up in a bed that wasn’t yours.

When it was your fifteenth birthday, your parents threw you an extravagant party. All your ‘friends’ came, even though you hated them. They were in your house, getting drunk and high, while you were out on your front porch with a bottle of scotch. That is when you met him.

“Isn’t this party for you?” He asks.

You look up and see Dirtyhands himself standing at your front gate. You shrug. “Yep.”

“So why are you out here, drinking by yourself.” He asks.

“I hate everyone inside.” You explain.

He looks at you, but doesn’t say anything. You sigh.

“What do you want Brekker?”

He chuckles. “So you know who I am?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Everyone does.”

“Good. I’m here to offer you a job. You have a particular skill set I need.” He says.

“And what’s that?” You ask while lazily taking a swig of the scotch.

“You know your way around drunk merchlings. If you can get me information, then I’ll offer you a way out.”

“How do you know I want out?”

“Your sitting on a porch drinking by yourself. And you don’t care about your reputation or your parent’s reputation. Implying you want them to kick you out.”

You laugh and walk over to Kaz. “The deal is the deal.” You shake on it then he leaves.

The next couple of months you gather as much information as you can for Kaz, always reporting back to him at the end of the day. You can never tell if he is happy with your work or not.

One evening, your looking around your fathers office when he walks in.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He yells.

You turn around and plaster on a fake smile. “Daddy! I didn’t know you’d be back this early. I was just looking for a… a book.”

“Hm, so not looking for information for Brekker?” He asks.

You laugh. “What? No! Why-why would I do that?”

“Because I found this note left on your windowsill.” He shoves a note in your face. You recognize Kaz’s handwriting. You grab it and quickly read it over, realizing it’s a note on their next heist and what information they need from you. You curse and look up at your father, who has his belt in his hand, a punishment tactic he hasn’t used since you were little.

“Daddy…” you start, hoping you using his old name would make him go soft.

“No,” he cuts you off, “give me your hands.”

You pull your hands towards your chest, but he grabs them and starts lashing. He hits your hands till they’re bloody and numb.

“Gather your things and leave. You are no longer my daughter.” He leaves without another word.

You stand there stunned. After a minute, you quickly run to your room, throw clothes into a duffel bag and climb out your window. As you start walking towards the Crow Club, it starts raining. You end up at the club drenched and covered in blood. When you enter everyone looks at you. Kaz sees you and quickly motions you forward.

“Well? Get back to your games, there’s nothing to see here!” He yells at the patrons. He motions for Jesper and Inej to follow you up to his office.

Kaz leads you to a chair and Jesper grabs a towel. Inej comes in shortly after with a first aid kit and starts cleaning your hands. Kaz looks at your expectantly.

“He found out.” You whisper.

“Who did?” Kaz asks.

“My father. He found the note before I did, so he knows about the heist.” You glance up at Kaz, worries he’d be mad. Instead, he has a slight look of worry.

“We will call it off then.” He shrugs.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper. Kaz doesn’t say anything, but motions for you to continue. “He disowned me, and lashed my hands till they were bloody. I then stuffed as much stuff as I could into a bag and came here.” You look down and see your hands bandaged. Tears start to well up in your eyes.

“I thought this is what you wanted.” Kaz says.

“Saints Kaz, give the girl a break.” Jesper sighs. He wraps the towel around you tighter and guides you out of the room. “You can stay in my bed tonight, get some rest and we can figure everything else out in the morning.” You nod and lean your head on his shoulder.

After that night, you quickly became a high ranking member of the Dregs. Your knowledge on high society in Ketterdam was quite useful, and Kaz started to value your opinion. You stopped drinking as much, the adrenaline of heists giving you that feeling alcohol gave you. Since you started spending so much time planning heists with Kaz, you started to become close. You would talk about anything, and he slowly started opening up to you.

One night you were both in his office, he was working on something while you were doodling on a scrap piece of paper.

“Kaz, do you ever stop working?” You giggle.

“No. If I don’t work I don’t get paid.” He states.

“You can take breaks here and there though.” You say.

“Why do you care y/n?” He snaps.

“Because I care about you.” You whisper.

He looks up at you now, and places the quill down. “That isn’t wise.” He says.

You look at him shocked. “What do you care about?”

“Kruge.”

You laugh, a cold bitter laugh. “Fat stacks, cold cash. That’s all anyone cares about.”

“Not everyone grows up with a trust fund y/n. Some of us have to work for it, and not have the luxury to run away.” He deadpans.

Tears well up in your eyes. “Fuck you Kaz. I thought you wanted me, not just my status. I was disowned remember?” You stand and walk to your room, slamming the door.

The next morning you hear a knock on your door. You go to open it, but slam it shut when you see Kaz on the other side. He places his cane in the doorway though, making the door bounce back. He strides into your room and you glare at him.

“What?” You spit out.

He grabs something from his pocket and hands it to you. You open it and see the small diamond necklace you were eyeing a couple weeks ago. You close the box and hand it back to him.

“Money can’t buy me love.” You say.

“I know. But I… I want to be better. Because-“ he clears his throat, “I do care about you.” He looks down as a smile plays across your face.

“Well, in that case I’ll take it back then.” You joke. He looks up and hands you the box back.

“I know that I’m not good at showing it, but money isn’t the only important thing in my life. I’m not like them.”

You know he is revering to your parents. “You haven’t really shown me that.” You say.

“I know, I-I want to work on it though.” He says.

You smile brightly at this. “ I can help.”

Kaz looks up and nods.

“I’m just glad you don’t have affluenza.” You joke.

“What the hell is affluenza?”

“A really horrible disease marchers and their children get. You were starting to show signs, I was about call Nina to check you over” you laugh.

Kaz rolls his eyes. “Shut up y/n and come help me with the final details of the heist.”

You follow him into his office giggling.

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Safe

Summery: you get taken in by Kaz and he becomes a little protective

Tw: homelessness.

The cold air settled into your bones as you tried to wrap the thin blanket around you even more for some sort of warmth, even though you knew it would do nothing. Your stomach grumbled with hunger, you haven’t eaten in four days. You look longingly at the club across from you, the smell of food wafting through the doors, the laughs of people not worrying about wether they will survive another night.

You watch the club for hours, just as you do every other night. Tonight though, something strange happens. Multiple men get thrown out the doors at the same time, and a man in all black with a cane comes out behind them. He starts attacking all of them, exept one. The smallest one starts to get away, but you jump on him before you can. You use all the strength you have to knock him out. You get off him and go to retrieve your blanket, when someone is already handing it to you.

“Th-thank you” you stumble out, your voice raspy from it not being used in a long time. The man with the cane nods.

“You are always outside my club. Why?” He asks.

You shrug “it always smells good, and the lights are so warm and sometimes I can feel the warmth blowing through the doors.”

The man with the cane nods. He looks you up and down. “Are you any good at climbing?”

“Yes?” You reply, confused by his sudden questions.

“Good. I need a new spider. You’re hired.” He turns expecting you to follow, but you don’t. When he doesn’t feel your presence behind him, he turns around.

“Do you not want a job?” He asks in a rhetorical manner.

“I-I do, but… what’s a spider?” You stumble out.

“Inej will teach you.” The man says walking towards the club again. You scramble up and follow him into the club.

Once you walk inside, you are hit with a wave of heat. You sigh, and a smile graces your face. When he walks through the crowd everyone moves around him. You trail behind him twisting your blanket around your fingers. He lead you up the thin stairs into an office. He sat down behind the desk, but you remained against the door.

He looks up at your with a raised eyebrow. “Sit. Get warm.” You oblige and sit on the couch, but don’t lean back.

“Is the couch not up to your standards?” He asks sarcastically.

You blush and lower your head. “I don’t want to get it dirty sir.”

“Kaz.” He grumbles.

“What?”

“My name is Kaz. Use the bathroom to wash up, I’ll grab you some dinner.” The man - Kaz - limps out of the room leaving you alone.

Now five years later, at fifteen, you fit in well with the rest of the crows. Inej took you under her wing , taught you everything about being a spider. Wylan and Jesper often treated you like their child/little sister. They would often have you over for a sleep over. Kaz had some sort of a soft spot for you, slipping you a cookie and teaching you about the ins and outs of running a club.

Today you were on a job to steal information about a ship coming in with precious cargo. You were currently hidden in between crates, listening in on conversations between fishermen and dock workers. You were so focused on your job that you didn’t here the boy sneak up on you.

“Are they saying anything interesting?” The boy asks. You jump and turn around.

“Who are you?” You whisper, holding a knife to his throat.

“Woah woah woah, calm down. I’m just here hiding from my captain.” The boy laughs, putting his hands up in surrender.

You look him up and down suspiciously. “You’re not working for the Dim Lions?”

“The what?”

You raise an eyebrow. “A gang here in Ketterdam.”

The boy laughs again. He seams to cheery to be from the Barrel. “I just moved here like a year ago, I don’t know much about gangs. I just came here to work on a ship.”

“You said you were running away from your captain.” You cross your arms.

“Yeah, cause he’s pissed that I didn’t clean the deck properly.”

“Oh.”

An awkward silence follows, so you shift to get up and leave, you’ve been here for hours and haven’t heard anything Kaz doesn’t already know.

“Wait!” The boy yells. You quickly shush him and glare at him.

“What?” You hiss.

“Can you show me around Ketterdam?” He asks. He gives you a pleading face that quite frankly is to cute to say no to.

“Fine, but you have to follow me out of the docks, and be quiet.”

You lead him through the docks, and once you get to fifth harbour, you stand up straight and walk around like you own the place. (You basically do, everyone knows to not mess with Dirty Hands little spider).

“My names Jake by the way. What’s yours?” Jake holds his hand out to shake but you push past it.

“Y/n. And Jake, you need to be less cheery to fit in.” You tell him.

Soon the two of you are spending lots of time together. You show him all your favourite places, but not the Crow Club. You don’t want Jake to see that side of your life and get scared. But he keeps begging, and after a month, you finally give in.

“Ok, just, keep your head down. If Jes and Wy are there, then that’s cool. Inej too, but i think she’s on a job. I’m gonna try to keep you away from Kaz, he can be intimidating.” You nervously play with the hem of your shirt, a habit you haven’t been able to shake.

Jake grabs your hands and you look into his eyes. He caresses the side of your face; he’s been doing stuff like the more often lately and you like it.

“It will be fine y/n. I can handle myself.”

“ no you can’t. You jumped when a pigeon flew to close to you.” You sigh.

“That was one time!” He yells.

You laugh and start walking towards the club. People nod their head in acknowledgment and you nod back. Jake runs to catch up with you and grabs your wrist. He turns you around and pushes you against the brick wall in an alleyway.

“ y/n, I appreciate you caring for me, but I don’t need it. I don’t appreciate however, you walking away from me.” He leans in and all you can think of is how his cologne smells good, and his lips look extra plump today. You both gradually lean in till his lips are on yours. You are both exploring each others mouths, and only pull away to breath. Soon, Jake is leaving trails of kisses along your jaw, you neck and shoulders. He starts sucking on the spot between your neck and shoulders, leaving a little love bit.

“Jake.” You breath. He pulls you closer, and looks up to look at you.

“ yes?” He asks. His voice is low and ruff.

You shake your head to clear it. “Do you still want to go to the Crow Club?” You put your hands on his chest and look up at him. He smiles that goofy smile he always has, no matter how many times you have told him it could get him killed in the Barrel.

“Yeah, y/n/n. I do. Let’s go.” He grabs your hand and you walk into the club. Since it’s still relatively early, there aren’t many pigeons at the tables yet. Just a few regulars who can’t walk away, and Jesper.

You let go of Jakes hand and scare Jesper from behind.

“Jesper!”

He turns around, his face shocked. “Y/n! Shit you scared me. Inej taught you too well.” You smirk at that, proud that people saw you as a mini Inej.

“Where’s Wylan?” You ask.

“At the Exchange.”

“Mm. So you decided to gamble all his money away?”

“No. Just here to watch.” Jesper then looks past you and sees Jake standing nervously in the middle of the floor. “Who’s your friend?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“That’s Jake.” You wave him over and he quickly walks to you.

“This place is wild y/n. I don’t know how you can spend all your time here.” He continues to look around with amazement. You elbow him, and he turns back to you.

“Jake, this is Jesper. Jesper, Jake.” You introduce the two of them. Jake goes to shake is hand, but Jesper rolls his eyes.

“So you found a man outside the Barrel huh?” Jesper jokes. You roll your eyes and mumble “whatever.”

Soon Jesper and Jake are talking, and you will pipe in here or there.

After about 20 minutes you hear Kaz shout for you. You turn to the stairs and see home standing there glaring at you. His “angry glare.”

You walk up to him. “Hey Kazzie! How’s it going?”

“Who is that boy you brought into my club?”

“Who? Oh! The guy talking to Jesper, it’s no one really.” You laught nervously and rub the back of your neck. However, that was a stupid mistake as it brings Kaz’s attention to the hickey Jake left there. He grabs your hand and moves your hair out of the way more. He then pulls you up the stares while shouting for Jake.

“Kaz! Come on, you don’t need to freak out! By the way, how do you know Jakes name?” You say as he pulls you to his office. He opens the door, pushes you into the chair in front of his desk, then sits in the one behind his desk.

“You thought you could hide a relationship from me y/n?” Kaz rasps.

“Uh, yes.” You whisper. He shakes his head then motions behind you. You turn and see Jake as pale as a ghost make his way to the other chair beside you.

“What do you intend to do with y/n?” Kaz asks while leaning back. You scoff, Jake looks at you terrified and Kaz looks smug.

“Nothing sir really.” Jake stumbles out.

“So she’s just a toy for you to play with?” Kaz asks.

Jakes eyes go wide. “No! I - I have only good intentions!”

“I don’t trust you. And I don’t like you-“ Kaz starts, but you interrupt him.

“Kaz you don’t trust or like anyone.”

“That’s not true. Now as I was saying; Jake, if you so much as hurt a hair on y/n’s head, I will personally kill you. She is like a daughter to me and no one is good enough for her, understood? Just know that every action you do will be watched. However, since you have shown no I’ll intentions yet, I will allow this relationship to develop.” Kaz finishes his speech, and Jake looks terrified. He nods, mumbles a ‘yes sir,’ then looks over at you. Instead of being enraged by the little speech Kaz gave, you were crying.

“Y/n?” Jake asks. You wave you hand, hoping he will understand that your fine.

“Jake, leave.” Kaz says. Jake bolts out of the office and Kaz comes around to lean against the desk in front of you.

“What’s wrong y/n. You haven’t cried since you were twelve.”

“You called me your daughter.” You whisper.

“Yes.” Kaz says.

“Wha- why?”

“I thought you understood that I saw you as a daughter.”

You look up at Kaz then. “You do?”

“Yes. I was going to give this to you on your sixteenth birthday, but I guess I’ll give it to you now.” He pulls out a large envelope and hands it to you. You carefully open it and take the sheet of paper out. You read it, multiple times, then look up at Kaz.

“You adopted me?” You ask in disbelief.

“Yes. For liability reasons obviously.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Obviously.”

“Also,” Kaz starts. He pulls your hands into his and takes a shaky breath. “I care about you y/n. I want you to have a family.”

The tears are flowing heavily now. “Thank you Kaz. So much.”

He nods. “This doesn’t mean you get special treatment. And do not call me ‘dad.’ But you can take my last name if you want. Since you don’t have one.”

You laugh again. “Ok Kaz.”

The rest of the day you spent with Jake in the club, Kaz occasionally coming by, and eventually Wylan and Jesper join you. You lean your head against Jakes shoulder and sigh, finally feeling safe.

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Burden

Kaz x reader

Summery: reader gets hurt and Kaz assures her she isn’t a burden

Tw: mention of stitches, low self esteem, slavery, pleasure houses.

You had always felt like a burden, first to your father, then to the slaver he sold you too, then to the Crows.

Rationally, you knew that you couldn’t be a burden to someone who literally bought you, but he made you feel that way, so you convinced yourself you were a burden.

Now, as you were lying in Matthias’ arms being carried back to the Slat, all you could think about was how you were burdening the other crows with your stupidity of being caught off guard and slashed in the leg by one of the guards at the mansion you were robbing.

“Bring her up to my office.” Kaz rasped.

Matthias took you up to Kaz’s office and placed you on the bed. Kaz limped in behind you and Matthias.

“Out.” He barked at Matthias. The other crows were standing in the door but quickly backed away. Matthias followed them and closed the door behind him.

You turn your head and see Kaz suffling through his first aid kit.

“I can stitch myself up Kaz.” You whisper.

“No you can’t. You’re losing too much blood as it is.” He turns around with a thread, needle and gauze. He walks over to you and places his supplies on the bedside table. He then looks at your leg, assessing the situation.

“I need to cut off the pant leg. “ he tells you.

“That’s fine.” You whisper. You start feeling nauseous and dizzy so you close your eyes.

Soon you feel the cold metal of scizzors in your skin cutting away the leg of your leather pants. You hear Kaz take a shaky breath. “I’m going to stitch you up now.”

You nod, to focused on not throwing up to speak. You feel the needle pierce your skin, and the smooth leather of Kaz’s gloves against your skin. You focus on your breathing instead of the pain of the needle piercing your skin over and over again.

“Done.” Kaz says. You open your eyes and look down at his handy work. The gash goes from the middle of your calf to the middle of your thigh. You know it’s going to leave a scar.

You look up at Kaz, but he’s looking down at your leg, specifically at the little scars the cover the inner part of your legs. He then looks up at you. You glance down at your legs, not wanting to meet Kaz’s gaze.

“How did you get these?” He asks in a soft whisper. You didn’t even know Kaz knew how to speak in a soft voice.

“Uh, my father? And the slaver I was sold to.” You reply with the shrug of the shoulder, trying to seam indifferent about it. You look at Kaz and see anger wash over his face. But it’s not directed at you, instead at the vile men who hurt you.

“You were sold to a slaver?” Kaz asks. He sits down on the chair across from the bed. You sigh, knowing that one day you would have to tell the Crows - specifically Kaz - about your past. You were just hoping it would be when you were extremely drunk and wouldn’t have to feel the phantom pains that came along with reliving your past.

“Yes. When I was seven. My father always hated me, hated that I took my mother away from him, and that I was a girl instead of the son he wanted. He tracked down Dobson, that was the slavers name, and sold me to him. Then I had an indenture to pay off, and the only way I could pay it off was by being married off to a wealthy marcher or sold to a pleasure house.” You pick at a lose thread in your shirt instead of looking at Kaz while you tell him this.

“How’d you escape.” He asked. You breathed a sigh of relief. Glad that Kaz isn’t offering you any meaningless sympathy.

“How do you know I escaped?” You ask.

“I found you nearly starving on the streets and no one has come around looking for you in the two years you’ve worked for me.” Kaz replies. You nod.

“I killed him.” You say. “One night, he was being particularly flirty with me. I had just turned fourteen which meant I close to being handed over to someone else. He said he was ‘preparing me.’ Making advances, then he dragged me to his room. He said that I was to rebellious to be a good house wife so I would be sent to a pleasure house. ‘Rich marchers like breaking rebellious girls.’ He wanted to get me ready, prepare me for the job. He pushed me onto his bed, and started kissing my lips, my neck…” you take a breath and try to hold back the tears threatening to fall. “When he was busy trying to clumsily undo my dress, I grabbed the knife he kept under his mattress. He always kept one their incase one of his girls tried anything.”

“Rookie mistake.” Kaz interjected.

“I flipped him over, making him think I wanted him. When he was on his back, I stabbed him in the chest. I ran to grab the other girls he had and we all escaped. Six months later, you found me.” You finally look up at Kaz. He’s looking at you with a look you have never seen before: admiration. You shake your head, and look down at your leg again, trying to distract yourself from Kaz’s gaze.

You shift your legs, preparing to stand up, but Kaz places his hand on your shoulder stopping you.

“You’ll pull the stitches if you get up right now. Stay here for the night.” He says.

“Kaz…” you start, but he interrupts you.

“I don’t want it getting infected because you’re to stubborn to accept help.” He grumbles.

You scoff “says you.” He gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything else.

Without a word, he walks out of his room then comes back with your night gown in hand. He hands it to you then turns so you can change. Taking off your shirt and corset was the easy part, you slip the night gown on, then try and figure out how to get your pants off without damaging the stitches or bandage covering your leg. Eventually you give up and call for Kaz. He looks over at you and understands what you need without you saying anything. He slips the scissors between the waist of your pants and your hips. In one swift move, he cuts the leather and the pants fall off you. You slip the other leg off and finally settle into the bed.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for being such a burden.” You sigh.

“What did you say?” Kaz rasps ruffly.

“I’m sorry for being a burden.” You say, looking at him, seriously.

“Don’t say that.” Kaz grumbles. He kneels in front of you and grabs your hands. “You are NOT a burden.”

You look at him shocked and confused. “You had to stitch me up, cut me out of my pants, grab my night clothes and give up your bed. I am a burden.”

“No you aren’t. I wouldn’t do that for just anyone.” Kaz mumbles the last part so quietly, you almost think you didn’t hear it. You go to squeeze his hands, but he pulls away. You blush and try to hide your disappointment by hiding your head in your shoulder when you feel a cold hand against your cheek. You move and see that Kaz has taken his gloves off.

“You can’t be to comfortable on the floor.” You whisper.

“It’s fine.” He says dismissively.

“Please, come join me?” You ask while shifting to make room for Kaz. You are against the wall, and Kaz comes to sit beside you, far enough that you aren’t touching, but close enough to grab your hand again. And he does.

You and Kaz look at each other for a while, both you memorizing each others face.

After a while, Kaz breaks the silence. “May I try something?”

You nod. He placed his hand on your cheek and starts to lean in choir eyes flutter close and soon you feel his lips on yours. They are soft and light. He doesn’t go past the lips, but you both start leaning in more, and soon his arm is wrapped around your waste. When the need for air becomes prominent, you both pull away gasping. Kaz pulls his hand away, looking conflicted.

“Kaz, I know how hard that was for you. I’m happy to take it slow.” You reassure him. He looks at you and nods.

“I have to say, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me for a long time though.” You laugh a little. A ghost of a smile brushes Kaz’s face.

“Your trauma will never be a burden.” You tell him.

“Neither will yours, y/n.” He says. You shrug, not really believing him.

“You will never be a burden to me. You never were. “ Kaz says. “I’ll make sure you believe me one day.”

“Thank you.” You mumble, before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

[theonewithbrooklyn99]

Headconnons of Kanej being parents.

(I freaking love parent tropes)

- they’re kid’s name is Jordan obviously

- literally all the Crows parent this kid (I imagine it like a teenager having a baby and their friends are always around looking after the kid)

- Kaz is super overprotective, trying to keep them from ever experiencing trauma. It kinda backfires and the kid is really rebellious but like, in a good way? Like they will steal something but it’s something that Kaz wants (like a really expensive painting)

- Inej encourages their kid to take risks, since she was encouraged as a child to do risky stuff on the high wire

- their kid would mimic Kaz as a toddler

- Inej would sing lullabies, but Kaz always told the best bedtime stories

- Their child would crawl in between Inej and Kaz when they had a nightmare, they still do it as a teenager

- their kid learned to pick locks by the age of four

- after a few attempted kidnappings, all the rival gangs soon realized that the kid is never alone, there is always a spider trailing them

- this kid is spoiled rotten. All the crows give them the childhood they wished they had

- Kaz pushed past his touch eversion. He had really bad days when they were a baby, but he can now handle unexpected touches from the Crows and his child

- their kid will take over the Crow Club and Dregs one day

- they love waffles obviously

- this kid came unexpectedly, but at the right time for everyone. They helped heal a lot of wounds.