Kaz Brekker x gn! grisha! Reader - Newbie
A/n: I love this request, it was absolutely brilliant!
Request: Hello there, I love your writing, it's so amazing but may I request a Kaz Brekker one shot were the reader is a Tailor and they are very powerful, and once an enemy (there to kill Kaz obv) sneaked inside the slat to kill but the reader do first and Kaz is very impressed and when he asks what happens, they say "what? you think i'm gonna let some random asshole sneak in with a gun and have tea with them?" or something sarcastic like that, thank you so much and take your time, take care!! <;3 @abookloverlmao
Warnings: swearing, killing, death, guns, indentures, I think that's it? You have been warned!
The three P's:
[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) Kaz x reader]
You were new to the Crows as your abilities were not ones commonly used in battle. But you weren't there for a battle, you were there as a spy.
You would scowl at the word spy if anyone ever used it to describe you, a spy was someone who blended in with the background who was not seen. You were nearly always seen, that was often the point of you being there.
You were a Tailor, and your art although it could be used on other people was primarily used on yourself. As you had grown up in the barrel and there wasn't many people to help you hone your skills.
After living in indentures after indentures to women, men, anyone who wanted a grisha Tailor, you had gotten tired. You were being used to your very limb to people you didn't want to work for, sure Tailoring is certainly your passion. Though there is always a difference between living your passion, and forcing it.
In an act of desperation you had whispered to a Crow who was known as the Wraith but you had later found out is named Inej that you could give them information if they could free you.
Somehow it had gotten all the way up to Kaz Brekker and one day your indentures to the people who wanted you without stop had disappeared and you were sitting up in an office in the Slat trying not to sweat your arse off.
Eventually you had talked to Kaz but you hadn't pleaded your case to him like he had expected you to. No, instead you had explained calmly how you could be the Dregs double agent with almost a smirk on your face.
Kaz didn't like your finesse, how dramatic you were, but he had eventually put you to the test and you had been entirely correct. You were a perfect asset to the Crows, and had made Kaz Brekker look stupid.
Despite all of this though, you felt the need to prove yourself, you weren't just a measly little Dreg anymore, you were a Crow. The best of the best, and although you acted as if you were more full of yourself than Jesper and Kaz combined you knew that you felt like you were in debt to Bastard of the barrel. He had freed you from your captors and you have never repaid him.
Some part of you wanted to repay him the world.
Thoughts like those wouldn't leave your mind as you lounge on one of the chairs in the Slat mindlessly looking at an painting that was probably stolen on your right side.
To your left there was three people, two joyously in conversation presumably about a win, and the third looked somber, and excited.
The emotions confused you, you didn't know how someone could be somber and excited? The two together just seemed wrong.
Opposites, isn't that what you and Kaz were? If something is opposites then something is going on. (Although you couldn't say the same about you and Kaz.)
With people and emotions, the combination meant something and in the barrel never something good.
Your eyes followed their figure as they left the room quietly, to go up the stairs of the Slat, you were going to leave them to their own devices and brush your thoughts off as paranoia. You would of noticed if there were a double agent in the Slat, right?
Why would you be paranoid about a double agent? You're a double agent yourself for Kaz but that's either for getting information or for killing someone directly. Although option one usually ends with someone's body dropping to the floor just indirectly.
The only reason there would be a double agent in the Slat would be to kill Kaz, directly or indirectly. But why would there be-
That fucking Merchant!
You nearly leaped out of your seat as you remembered, the Crows had stolen last from a Merchant two weeks ago. Somehow the Mercher had figured out. Although Kaz had said that he had it covered now it was obvious that he didn't.
Your theory was just confirmed when you saw a concealed gun on their side and the way their body leaned towards the right of the stairwell despite that the railing was on the left.
Because Kaz's office is on the right!
Yes, you would notice another double agent if you saw them.
Slowly, you sat up from your seat and walked leisurely behind the double agent. You brought your hand up to your face and changed some small things about it, just so they wouldn't get suspicious that you were following them.
Then in their foolishness when you walked past them and turned the corner past Kaz's office they were overjoyed. Their hands were shaking as they pulled their gun from their coat and had their other hand on the door knob.
Scowling you pulled your own gun out, they were basking in their glory and their near accomplishment that they didn't even think to double check their surroundings and never hesitate.
So with an easy click off the safety you cleared your head thinking about the person's life you were going to take. This wasn't a job, this was much different.
It was undeniably for Kaz, you didn't want to be in debt to anyone. If you truly didn't care for him you would have let him die.
And with a simple pull of the trigger the once living eyes now laid open, looking on to nothing.
Of course the noise of the gun had alerted Kaz and when he opened his door he was surely met with a sight.
A dead body on the floor with you over it with a gun in your hands as you looked at him unimpressed with a hand on your hip.
He didn't realize now, although if he analyzed it later he would assuredly see that it was all an act to cover up how much you wanted to see him alive after someone had just attempted to kill him.
"You killed him?" He rasped with an raised eyebrow. Obviously a bit confused.
"What? You think I'm going let some random asshole sneak in with a gun and have tea with them?" You loured with a roll of your eyes.
He pressed his lips together in an attempt to not let a smile reach his face.
He didn't succeed.
Dirtyhands is smiling, not fully like you people see at those clubs, no Dirtyhands had a small genuine smile on his lips because of you.
You had made Kaz smile!
You couldn't read Kaz, you're not sure that Kaz could understand his own emotions sometimes, but you knew that in that moment he was proud.
If only you could've read his thoughts because in those moments Kaz wasn't only thinking about how proud he was of you;
'Oh shit, I am in love.'
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*note I edited this on my phone so there might be a good amount of mistakes*
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