GRISHAVERSE X READERS

[KAZ BREKKER DRABBLE]

Based on Can I Be Him? by James Arthur

Warnings: mentions of death and torture, reader kills a guy

Word count: 987

He remembered the day he first met you.

He had been caught off guard during a small job he was doing for Haskell, as one of the Dime Lions grabbed a hold of him, another smirking as he strode in front of him. Kaz was fighting against the water, keeping his head above the surface by force as the sweaty hands of a goon was holding his wrists in place and tried to stare the skinny guy standing in front of him down with little success.

"Well, look who do we have here." The man looked over at his partner with an amused expression and shrugged, "Even Dirtyhands is detainable."

Kaz didn't answer, trying to take in steady breaths but it proved itself to be an impossible task.

Rot, bodies, smell of death, water, have to swim away.

"What do you think, Nocks? What will Haskell do to get his dog back?" the skinny man asked with a smirk and Kaz heard the guy behind him chuckle.

"He could pay a fair amount of money, I'd imagine."

The first man smiled again, baring his teeth. Then a shadow had flicked through the corner, and someone in a cloak came from the shadows.

"Let him go, gentlemen," the newcomer said calmly, no hint of fear in their tone as they walked towards them. The skinny man in front of Kaz frowned and turned around, and was met with a person who was approximately Kaz's age, standing there with a bow and a quiver on their back. The goons both laughed at the youngster, who stood there unfazed.

"Coming to save Dirtyhands? What are you, his sweetheart?" the skinny man laughed, taking a few quick steps towards the stranger, but they were quick with taking their bow and an arrow, aiming it straight at his head.

"One step closer, and you won't be thinking anything but 'I should've listened' when you hit the ground and rats come to eat your face off." They cocked an eyebrow and nodding towards Kaz. "I said let him go, or you won't see another day."

The two men still laughed, the skinny one turning his back on that person who was attempting to either save Kaz or take him as a prisoner to another gang. "Can you believe this kid?"

"Last chance before I make my move," the stranger spoke, but the skinny one just laughed some more, flicked his knife up and charged.

But the stranger was quicker as they pulled the string back all in one motion and shot the man right in the chest. He gasped and staggered backward, dropping the knife and started gurgling blood as he fell backwards into the ground, quickly bleeding out. The goon behind Kaz shook slightly as the stranger pulled the string back again.

"Do you want to join him?" they asked and the man immediately let go of Kaz, and he heard him running to the back alley and finally the stranger lowered their bow with a smirk, and then looked down at the whimpering Dime Lion, sighing as they took the arrow out from his chest and stuck it straight back into his heart, killing him instantly.

The stranger had then walked up to Kaz, offering him their hand, but of course he hadn't grabbed it and forced himself to get up with his buckling leg. The stranger had smiled at Kaz, nodded and left the scene, leaving Kaz alone with a strange feeling in his chest.

It hadn't taken long before they met again. That's when Kaz had learned your name and learned you were not a gang member nor you wanted to take an advantage of him, which was an act worthy of Saints in the Barrel. You had just seen a kid in trouble and decided to save him, even when you knew that he was Kaz Brekker, one of the most feared gang member around. But in your opinion, no one deserved to be executed or imprisoned without a fair fight.

Somehow, you woke up that little boy in Kaz who hadn't gone through all the pain he had. The boy who believed there was good in this world. Your smile made his whole day, even if he denied it.

You were there before any of his Crows appeared the picture, and they instantly saw that there's something going on between you two, the way Kaz looked at you and the way you smiled at him, how Kaz sometimes gently nudged you with his cane if you weren't paying attention.

One time at a dining table, you told your friends about your past. When your boyfriend had joined the Dime Lions to gain "honor" and betrayed your trust in order to do so, you had dedicated your life to help people who were about to be tortured or executed by them, unless you knew as a fact that they deserved what was coming for them. You were fully aware who Kaz was, what he had done in just the past two years when you had saved him, but somehow your gut told you that he deserved to be saved.

Kaz found himself wishing he could be your boyfriend instead of you meeting someone else who's just like that filthy Dime Lion traitor, but forced himself to push the thought aside. He didn't have time for that, and he knew he didn't have any chances for you anyway. He felt like from that very moment he first saw you coming out from that dark alleyway three years ago, when he was still just a boy who had just broken his leg and was learning to use his cane, his heart had already been stolen. He hated the feeling, but at the same time... every time he saw you, he forgot everything he hated in this situation.

Maybe even the Bastard learned to love someday, and show you his feelings.