#fem!kaz

[irotbeautifully]

my take on fem!kaz cause she really doesn't need to be as scrawny as Some like to draw her

[anonniemousefics]

An AU where Kaz Brekker has decided to retire from the Dirtyhands persona, and, in Dread Pirate Roberts fashion, passes on the responsibility to Anika, who rules over the Barrel in Brekker drag and she’s the actual epitome of cool and we’re all madly in love with her

[dregstrash]

If you're feeling up to it, could you write a fanfic with fem!kaz?

Honestly anon, this is amazing. Also tw for The Menagerie and being sold into prostitution (Inej’s background is mentioned so you know).

Inej has heard rumors. Rumors of the Bastard of the Barrel. Rumors of a demon with sharp claws and a dagger smile. Rumors of fangs that bit into nightmares. It all sounded like ghost stories. 

And she stopped believing in those when her soul left her body as she was sold and placed in this hell, The Menagerie.

She saw the whips of the bastard’s coattails as she bought the information she came for. She saw the darkness pooling in brooding eyes when she took in her surroundings and didn’t pause on the women that eyed her up and dawn--some unsure whether to be enthralled or utterly terrified. She saw the woman, said to have been spawned by the lowliest thugs of the Barrel, unsmilingly talk with Tante Heleen and hold her own.

The first couple of times Inej had seen her, a stab of fearful envy had struck her. How could one woman be so powerful? How could one woman rise above the terrible fates of the rest and carve out a place in this world? How could one woman be so free? And it gave Inej this fleeting hope dying in her chest a couple extra heart beats because maybe, just maybe, Inej could be like her.

- 

“Kaz Brekker will pay a little extra if you have something she thinks is worth it.” One of the girls had whispered to Inej one day. 

“What does she think is worth it?” Inej asked softly. Conscious of the hour and the shadow at the bottom of her door, knowing that if Tante Heleen’s guard heard a single whisper about more coin, the hope still in her chest wouldn’t be the only thing to die. 

The girl who dressed up as some sort of horse shrugged, “It’s hard to say. But if you still think you can get out of here, lynx. She’s your best bet.”

-

It was a hard earned tip. It was a sliver of information gathered from a man who had sweat far too much and who had smelled disgustingly like the cigars he smoked. But she had something. She rehearsed it in her mind once. Twice. Thrice. It had to be good enough for at least one kurge-- and if it wasn’t she’d try again. Inej needed to get out of this place. Even if it was by the hands of another power hungry gang leader. 

And so Inej watched and waited. 

She posed and preened prettily, keeping still and pretending like she didn’t want to crawl out of her own skin until finally she came. 

The mellow light of the parlor cast most of her face in shadow, but Inej knew cutting beauty on sight. Her jaw was straight and lean, framing dark brows that drew attention to even darker eyes and to a harsh, but full mouth. Her coat fell neatly off her narrow shoulders and her gait was only slightly marred by the limp she had. Her crow head cane glinted menacingly in the cande light. 

Her mind froze as she watched this strange woman talk to the hostess. 

She couldn’t do this.

No.

She needed to do this.

If she didn’t do this.

She would die.

And she had survived far too much for her to die in a cheap imitation costume meant to represent her people.

On quiet feet she watched and waited until the host received the payment and Kaz Brekker walked past her to leave.

In one last hesitated breath Inej caught her coat.

Her hands trembled, and her knees shook, but she stood as still as if she was on a tightrope--walking towards the promise of a better life. Walking towards a dangerous woman who could hold a gloved hand out to safety. 

She froze and turned to Inej. No emotion passed her face. The longer parts of her short hair sweeping across her forehead obscuring Inej’s vision of her eyes, making her look as dangerous as she was rumored to be.

But still, Inej whispered, “I can help you.” 

[womantryingtoexist]

Fem!Kaz calls herself Kat

and Jesper makes a Kitty Cat joke exactly once. At least Inej is nice enough to visit him in hospital - even if he did ask for it.

[glitteringroseangel]

A fem!Kaz Miller cosplay I threw together in the spirit of Halloween! 🍁

[irotbeautifully]

butchfemme bbkaz 4 the lesbians

[irotbeautifully]

the kazuhira's seem to be getting along. full on patreon

[janapple513]

'Dawww! Kaz and Fem! Kaz Fanart over a cup of coffee :D by: http://mistawolfie.tumblr.com/