GRISHAVERSE X READERS

[KAZ BREKKER IMAGINE]

IMAGINE BEING A GRISHA ON THE RUN AND KAZ BREKKER TAKING YOU IN.

You had been running for weeks, every day fearing that they would find you. When you had been tested and taken from the streets to live at a real palace, you thought it was a dream come true. Warm bed, good food, friends. Everything you hadn't had the luxury for ever before in your short life.

That's why it was taken as a cowardly act when you fled. Mere days after your fifteenth birthday, you had first heard that when you'd be ready, you would be made into a soldier and sent into a war with Fjerdans - fear of death got you.

You had tailored yourself look older and smuggled yourself into a skiff across the fold and once you reached Os Kervo, you got into the first ship there and soon enough, you found yourself from Ketterdam.

It was far from the best place to be in, but anywhere was better than in Little Palace. And you figured that Ketterdam would be one of the last places they would try to find you. If they would even make proper effort, it wasn't like you were their most valued Tailor - but on the other hand, Tailors were rare, and they just might try to track you down. Better be safe than sorry, but you knew that they probably wouldn't find you.

But still, there was always that fear of them finding you and taking you back, and finding food and a warm and secure place to sleep was another thing that always kept you wondering if you would live to see another day.

But one day, you were woken up by a nudge to your side, and you immediately shot up, and were surprised to meet a man - no, a boy, around your age, looking at you, having just blocked your punch with his cane but not making an effort to fight you.

"Who are you? What do you want?" you asked, still keeping your fists up in case he's bluffing to come in peace.

"I know you're a Grisha," the boy simply stated, looking completely unfazed by your raised fists.

"What do you mean?" you tried to act clueless, but only his being told you that he knew you were lying. You frowned at the boy, and he smirked slightly.

"I can offer you a job, to make yourself useful," he stood up straighter, his hands clasping around his cane. You eyed him suspiciously.

"What job? Who are you? A merchant? I know merchants of Ketterdam, you're all liars-"

"I'm not a merchant," he interrupted you. "My name is Kaz Brekker. I work for some people and our base is a few blocks from here. I can think of a few ways you'd be very useful for us, you would get a roof above your head and proper food at least. If you will come with me, I can tell you more."

You glanced around, you were still suspicious. What if he had been hired to fool you with a promise of a warm bed and food and in reality, be lured into a trap and to be taken back to Ravka? You wouldn't even dare to imagine what would happen if you got caught, what kind of punishment, or punishments, would be waiting for you.

But you were running out of options, and you really needed a job. And something in this boy told you that he wasn't bluffing, and you actually found his offer very tempting. And after a moment of him patiently standing there in front of you, you lowered your fists. He smirked again, slowly extending his hand to you and you still hesitated for a moment, but ended up briefly shaking it.

And soon, you followed this boy, Kaz Brekker, through the streets, apparently towards the base he was talking about - you still weren't sure where you were getting yourself into, but it couldn't be worse than freezing or starving to death or be taken back to the Little Palace...