GRISHAVERSE X READERS

TEASING, LONGING, TRUSTING [KAZ BREKKER]

Fem reader! (Gn reader was requested but I forgot about it since I'm sick and my brains don't work properly, sorry...)

Warnings: attempted sexual assault, mentions about Kaz beating people to death, horrible title + cringy writing at times because I had to write most of this again because of the new post editor in Tumblr which is a buggy piece of shit...

Word count: 2.3k

Kaz remembered seeing you for the first time, a girl pushed against the wall by some guy, you being visibly uncomfortable with the situation. Usually, Kaz would have just walked past, knowing that the rules in the Barrel weren't kind for the weak and if the Barrel wouldn't kill you, you'd have to adapt to them and become someone people would show respect for.

But something in you reminded him of the little boy who needed help with his brother which nobody bothered giving - and maybe that was the reason he stopped by the alleyway and made his way to the scene. The guy's eyes snapped to Kaz and retreated from the girl as soon as he heard a cane clicking against the cobblestones. Good. The guy knew what was up if Dirtyhands bothered to drop by such a scene.

"Mr. Brekker! I'm sorry, I didn't know she's your friend!" said the man, looking at Kaz like a deer caught in headlights when it saw its predator approaching. He was probably drunk off whatever cheap wine they sold here; even so, there were no excuses for trying to grope a woman without her consent.

Kaz just continued glaring at the guy, and he took the hint, backing away quickly before making himself scarce on the other side of the street.

You looked spooked but at the same time, you looked surprised. Kaz Brekker saving women wasn't really something that happened around - in fact, you had probably heard that while Kaz treated everyone in his gang equally without looking at the gender, he wouldn't intervene when he saw women being mistreated either. That he was extremely cold and didn't give a kind thought to anyone who he couldn't use to profit from.

Kaz pursed his lips, looking at you standing in front of him. You were trembling slightly, clearly still scared out of your mind because of how close that guy got to doing something unspeakable to you. And then you finally got your voice together. "Thank... thank you," you whispered, holding your hands together. Your voice had cracked, your shock still evident.

Inej had appeared beside him, looking over at you and immediately recognizing the expression on your face. She glanced at Kaz who only nodded at her, and then she offered you her hand, leading you away from the alleyway. You'd be recovering at the Slat for at least tonight, Inej promised to you as you walked, and you had sighed gratefully. It wasn't every day to be saved by Dirtyhands and even getting to spend a night in his gang's hideout.

After that, he had started treating you differently from everyone else. Maybe it was unintentional, but every time someone tried to flirt with you, he gave them an icy stare until they backed down. Even though he never directly spoke to you about it, he always seemed to make sure that you were okay after one of those encounters. As if he wanted to protect you from further harassment or possible abuse.

He had offered you a place to stay at the Slat, which you had gratefully accepted. He didn't even know what exactly had come over him - Inej telling him you need a safe place to stay might have affected it, but he kind of saw himself in you, back when he was still Rietveld. Scared and alone, with nowhere left to go except the streets where people would try to take advantage of your innocence and naivety. As weeks, months went on, he realised he didn't want anything bad happening to you. That he had grown to care about you.

But despite it, despite Nina saying teasing remarks at him whenever she heard his heart while looking at you, he tried to forbid himself from feeling anything for you. You were just someone who was staying at the Slat.