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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 4 months

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Just opened my fic document and found this

Thanks, past me. Incredibly helpful.

#fan fic writing #fan fic ideas #kanej fic #six of crows fic #soc fic #maya Olsen oc #writeblr #writing #writer problems

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exyzedd · 5 months

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cannot stop making textposts😔👍🏼

(pics used aren't mine)

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mysticmiav · 11 days

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"He curled himself around her again. This time, his hand at her waist met Krai, and he sighed. He gave in, and added to the cat’s attention." 🐈‍⬛️🖤

Sooo excited to finally share this piece I'd been working on! Fluff happy kanej because they and we deserve it🥹

This piece was a c0mmission for the fic Zelfliefde by @dreamtigress

The fic goes into Kaz and Inej's relationship a while post-cannon, and mainly revolves around the way in which they're learning to grow and be more vulnerable with each other.

Also, they took in a cat! I absoloutly melted at that. Krai, "sneaky as the Wraith, murderous as the Bastard," Kaz's words not mine, she is a good hunter. She has presented Kaz with many dead mice. The only thing she is cautious about so far are the crows on the rooftop.

The scene I'd illustrated is from chapter 4, a certain, slow, sleepy morning dawn in Kaz's attic in the slat, with both his Wraith and his cat snuggled in the warmth of his bed.

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lunarthecorvus · 23 days

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The real fight

#kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #six of crows #grishaverse #crooked kingdom #soc #kanej fanfiction #kanej fic #kanej fanfic #kanej memes #six of crows memes

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th30ra3k3n · 5 months

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“the fire can’t touch me,

for i have burned one too many times.

and the sea can’t harm me,

for i have been drowning all my life.

oh, but you

could rip

my heart open, darling,

for i have never known love before.”

-r.

#kanej #i will never forgive netflix for taking them away from me #kanej fic #kanej fanfiction #kanej supremacy #kanejdaily #kanejedit #*cries in kanej*#kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #inej x kaz #they’re in love <3 #six of crows #shadow and bone

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xanthickee · 5 months

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This quality of dumbassery i would like to be a part of

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ronalddear · 1 year

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i’m so upset about the erasure of inejs trauma not only in this season but throughout the entire show. there were so many opportunities to include it and they just didn’t??

the first fight with the taxidermist when he pinned her down?

the toxin dream?

the fact that they KILLED tante helene and there was no visible reaction from inej??

instead they give her a lost brother and make her toxin dream about her relationship with kaz when everyone else’s involves their trauma and links to their backstory. the fact that the show gave her a brother makes me feel like they’re lessening her trauma more because it takes the attention off HER.

same thing with the dream, there was no reason for it to be about kaz when we could’ve gotten a perfect flashback to her being kidnapped and working in the menagerie. there weren’t any physical indications of her trauma either. i feel like they could’ve also included her devotion to her faith a lot more as it makes sense to the nature of her character.

as much as i’m upset i can’t possibly get over how PERFECT amita was as inej, (ignoring the fact that she and none of the other crows are the correct age) especially this season, acting was off the charts, with the poor material she was given.

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i-read-and-then-i-draw · 18 days

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from chapter 19 of We Talk About Enemies More Than We Used To by @endoftheworldhere

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#we talk about enemies more than we used to #six of crows fanart #six of crows #inej ghafa #soc #the hunger games #kaz x inej #kanej #kaz brekker #kanej fic #kanej fanart #kaz dirtyhands brekker #the wraith #the crows #leigh bardugo

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its-ya-boi-kaz · 9 months

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"Is my tie straight?"

[Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa | 1633 words | cross posted on ao3]

Meeting your girl's parents can be a scary ordeal, especially when you're the Bastard of the Barrel.

A follow up of chapter 44 of Crooked Kingdom

"That's the laugh," Kaz murmured. But Inej was already moving, her feet barely touching the ground as she crossed the expanse of the quay to where her parents were, running towards her at the same speed as she was.

Kaz didn't want to interrupt them, so he simply walked, leaning lightly on his cane and eyes trained on Inej. She was face to face with them now. For a moment, she seemed frozen, not sure of what to do. Her mother had tears streaming down her face. She couldn't wait for another moment, pulling Inej into a hopelessly tight embrace. Kaz was halfway up to them by the time they broke apart.

She didn't say anything. Her lips parted and she croaked something like, "Papa." Her father put a hand on her shoulder. He was looking down at Inej with a smile that made Kaz feel like an intruder, he didn't deserve to witness something so innocent.

Only then did Inej turn back. Kaz suddenly felt like a spectacle. Should he have worn something else? Surely it was his clothing choices that made their eyes lock on him so intently. Kaz saw that Inej's mother's eyes were the same as Inej. Mr Ghafa had a sense of weight in his gaze that could only be bought with age. But his wife, well, the woman was possibly what the girls on West Stave had in mind when they whined about wanting to look young forever. She seemed ageless. Her eyes were the same pools of darkness as the girl who stood before him. Like she too had taken every dark thing around her and held them in her gaze until she was surrounded by an aura of light, as Inej had been doing for years.

"Ma, Papa, this is Kaz." Her father extended his hand with the grace of a saviour, but Kaz did not need salvation, not if it came with a handshake. He was acutely aware of the sea breeze on his naked palms. The same sea had once wrinkled his fingers as they clung to Jordie, more afraid of drowning than whatever was in front of his eyes.

"He helped me survive this city." Inej's voice was an anchor, keeping him grounded to reality.

Her eyes were on him. He had held her own hand only moments before. Could he do the same for the man in front of him? If it gave her the same comfort? Could he cross the Barge once again, if he knew she would be standing on the shore?

I would come for you. His bare hand left the metal crow's head of his cane and made contact with the skin of someone else. The waters rose.

"Ma, could you make skillet bread for me tonight?" Inej spoke, but her eyes were on him. He shook her father's hand firmly; it was a chore to keep his hand from shaking as he returned it to the head of the cane. When he looked up, her smile was a halo of light around her. He fought not to squint against the sheer luminescence of her joy.

"Of course I will, jaan, " her mother cooed, using the Suli word for 'lifeline'. Inej had mentioned it to him once, in one of her proverbs. "But first you must tell us, what happened ?"

He could feel the weight of the question, the burden of it hanging over Inej. He could only guess what Suli proverbs must be going on in her head to help her cope with the fear and keep her chin held high.

"We will tell you everything you wish to know, Mrs Ghafa," Kaz spoke in her stead. How many times had she covered for him? He could repay her a thing or two before she started her journey to the sea. "But first shall we go somewhere more comfortable? I must confess, staying standing for long isn't very good for my leg."

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"Veera told me of the slaver ship that was seen leaving the dock. When we didn't find you, we feared the worst," Inej's father said.

They had come to Wylan's house and were seated on the dining table on which loaves of the skillet bread that Inej's mother had made cooled. Inej and Kaz on one side, her parents on the other.

"The worst happened, Papa. And then it happened some more."

Kaz listened as Inej explained her days at the Menagerie. Then her meeting with Kaz. Her time with the dregs. She looked at him a few times, to see if he would like to add to the conversation. He would, but he would not speak.

There came a time every once in a while when he had to look at all the numbers himself. Despite how accurate the reports of Anika and Pim were, he always found something that had slipped from their brain, that would have been unknown to him if he hadn't looked at the scores himself. You could trust somebody with your numbers, but there were some tallies you had to count on your own. This was her story to tell. He had no right to say anything, not when he knew there were wounds in her only she could recall.

She had steered clear of any mention of the Ice Court heist. But she could only talk so much about the past. "I have a ship. I managed to do something huge, with the help of the right people. I have the resources too. I'm going to hunt slavers. I won't let anyone suffer what I've endured. But before I do that, I need your forgiveness. Papa, Mama, I need to know where… I need to know what I mean to you, before I go out into the world alone and fulfil my purpose in this world."

There were tears in her mother's eyes that were very different from the way she'd cried at the quay. Her eyes were still, determined, yet searching for something to say. She reminded Kaz of the night on Black Veil when Inej had turned back － He was going to break my legs , Kaz, she had said, eyes searching for answers－ and he breathed out a sigh, knowing there was nothing furious in her mother's gaze. If they were angry at Inej, Kaz doubted any of the Ghafas would like what he planned to do in that scenario. Including Inej. Especially Inej.

"You are still our daughter, Inej. You needn't ask for our forgiveness. You did what you had to do." Her father's voice was steady despite the tears. Her mother silently wiped her own. She suddenly got up and crossed the table to Inej, and coddled her face in her hands. She leaned down to press her lips on her daughter's forehead.

"You did what the Saints asked of you, my child. If that is what you think your purpose is, then let me not be what stops you. You can…"

Their voices faded into the background as Kaz stepped into the backyard. He lowered himself onto the steps, feeling his leg throb with a twinge of pain. He did not want to intrude in what was supposed to be a memory none of them would forget. He wanted them to only remember each other as they too probably wanted to.

He sensed her presence behind him. He glanced back and opened his mouth to tell her how she should go back to her family and that Kaz could talk to her later, but the words died on his lips. It wasn't Inej behind him, but her father. He turned his gaze back to the canal. The old man sat beside him, posture erect even when sitting down.

"I'm aware that you are the reason Inej is safe today," he started. He must have left the mother and daughter to do some more weeping together.

"There's no safe in Ketterdam, Mr Ghafa. I didn't give her safety, it doesn't exist in this city. She fended for herself."

"I suspect you have a hand behind that too."

Kaz stayed silent, feeling the temperature of his face rise as if he was a child that had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. But Mr Ghafa wasn't blaming, he was simply acknowledging facts.

"I don't have much to say to you, just know that I thank you deeply for what you have done for her."

He didn't know what to say to that. It was awfully quiet in these parts of the city. He could hear the water of the large canal lapping up against the shore.

After a while, Inej's father stood up and dusted off his trousers. Only then did he sense Inej, the real Inej's presence behind him. So he'd known his daughter had come and left them alone. Kaz supposed he should be honoured, but he could only feel a pang of jealousy that he hadn't been able to sense Inej before her father.

She sat beside him now, slipping into a comfortable silence. Neither of them wanted to speak. Every few moments, she would wipe her eyes.

What had her parents said about him after he'd gone? What had she said about him? What would they say if they came here right now?

Quietly, she reached for his now gloved hand. Kaz took a deep breath. There was her hand on his. A slight weight on his shoulder where she had leaned her head against it. Sunlight glistened on the murky waters of the canal. His mind was reeling. A jumble of thoughts, but none of them profound enough to be worth being spoken.

"They like you. Both of them."

He could have never known such simple words would be what eased the thumping in his chest.

#Might write a follow up of inej's mom making the spiciest food they have ever seen and kaz discovering how low his spice tolerance is #booklr #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc #ck #six of crows duology #kaz brekker #kanej headcanon #kanej fluff #kanej #kanej fic #kanej fanfiction #inej ghafa

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unabashednightmarepizza · 8 months

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ೃ⁀➷ Shadow and Bone Masterlist

Blurbs, Headcanons, and AUs

Shadow and Bone Chronicles, part 2, part 3, part 4, part5, part6, part7, part8, part9, part10, part11

Series

Find My Way To You( Kanej x Healer!MoonSummoner!TheMother!Reader)

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whatanybodygets · 3 months

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save the undone years - chapter 2

A letter arrives for the Corporal. Finally.

Read on AO3

#*mushu.gif* I LIIIIIIIVE #it's...yeah it's too long #oh well #enjoy I guess!#this is the hardest fucking thing I ever wrote jesus fucking christ in rehab #i apologise profusely to anyone who actually knows anything about the period #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kanej fic #fic: save the undone years #six of crows

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 20 days

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Okay I’ve been toying with an idea for a Six of Crows au post-Crooked Kingdom where Van Eck won for a little while now and yeah idk but I had a scene idea come to me just now so I’m gonna write it here to see what you guys think and if there’s any interest then I might add it to my list of fics to write

This feels like a weird introduction but, er, here we go:

Inej knew the moment Kaz got home. There were no longer any crowds in the house to come to attention at his entrance, or if there were then no-one had bothered to come down to the half-room and tell Inej, but she could hear his voice drifting through the vents as soon as the door upstairs banged shut behind him.

“Where’s Inej?”

“Where do you think?” Matthias’ reply came roughly, and Inej could all but picture the disapproving grimace that must be crossing his face about now.

Let him judge. She didn’t need to leave the half-room, and for as long as that was true she wouldn’t. The vents did not give her every room though, and she did miss gathering her secrets. She wondered if there was anyone else in the house, but the five of them. Five? She stopped and counted them on her fingers. Yes, five. Hopefully still five. Inej had not bothered to leave the half-room in days, and no-one had been down to see her since yesterday morning.

She heard the door click open behind her, of course, but she did not bother to look up as Dirtyhands entered the room.

“Wraith,”

“Don’t you read the papers, Kaz?” Inej asked, without turning, “The Wraith is dead,”

She stood up, hand wandering across the table for her little pot of jurda. It tasted like shit and it wasn’t nearly as strong as she wanted it to be, but it took less than a month for the price of the blossoms to surpass the height of the stars so she’d have to make do with whatever they had left.

“Inej-”

“They found her body on the steps outside the Church of Barter almost three months ago, remember?” she finally turned to face Kaz, unscrewing the lid on the little silver pot as she did so, “Killed by some mercenary called the White Blade, who still hasn’t been found by they way in case you haven’t seen the latest. I guess it’s difficult to catch a ghost,”

Difficult to catch a wraith.

“We’ve had this conversation several times, Inej-”

“And we’re going to have it again,”

Inej placed an orange jurda blossom on her tongue, then offered the open container to Kaz. It was almost empty. He waved her off.

“I thought you didn’t go in for that sort of thing,”

Inej shrugged.

“Gotta stay awake somehow, haven’t I? We’re busy,”

“We’re not on a job”

“We’re never on a job. Unless the reason you’ve bothered to grace me with your presence is a proposition?”

Kaz shook his head.

“I just wanted to tell you there’s no news,”

Inej looked away. There was never any news. And yet somehow she always expected differently.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?”

“Probably,”

Inej caught another jurda blossom between her fingers. She needed to stay awake, because if she slept she would see him. She would see all the ways she’d failed.

“It wasn’t your fault, Inej, we’re having the same conversations on repeat can’t you see-,”

“And we’ll have them again,” she shrugged, “We will have this conversation again, Kaz, because I made a mistake and you are coddling me like a child who won’t be able cope if you tell them something was their fault. Tell me it was my fault, Kaz! We both know that it’s true,”

Kaz shook his head.

“I’d rather repeat the previous,”

“Then let’s,” snapped Inej, because hell if this jurda wasn’t strong enough to keep her awake then maybe an argument would be, “Let’s repeat the goddamn conversation, Kaz, because you’re right. We have the same two conversations on repeat and do you want to know why? Because I am owning up to the mistake I made and I am trying to deal with the consequences of it, but you had no right to do what you did, do you understand me? You messed up and you need to take some damn responsibility, because if you think-”

“You always knew Tailoring Dunyasha’s body to look like yours was a possibility for your escape option,” said Kaz, calmly.

She hated how quiet his voice was, how slow and deliberate he sounded next to the and ramblings that she could not stop from stumbling out of her.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she hissed, slamming her jurda back down on the table.

“I couldn’t have done anything to stop that,”

“You could have tried,”

“Inej-”

“Shevrati,”

Know-nothing.

She waved a hand vaguely at the door.

“Get out,”

Kaz turned to leave, then paused.

“I am sorry, Inej. They’d like to see you upstairs, you know. Nina misses you,”

“Nina can come down here then,”

“Inej… I can’t do anything for you but apologise,”

“Keep you apologies,” she snarled, and when the door had closed behind him added: “Choke on them,”

Kaz could apologise all he wanted. She would not forgive him. What right did he have to expect anything different from her than this? Did any of them? Kaz had not had to watch his parents cry, as they carried home the body of a child that wasn’t theirs. Kaz had not had to feel the ironclad grip of the person he thought he’d trusted most in the world as they held him back and told him to swallow his sobs and keep quiet. Kaz had not given up and gone limp in their arms, a mess of tears and useless prayers, as he saw his parents slip from his grasp once again and knew that he would not have the chance to tell them truth.

Kaz had also not failed the others, and did not have to feel the truth of that choking him every time he saw them. Kaz had not spent almost three months barely daring to venture out of the half room, just so he would never have to lock eyes with Jesper Fahey. There was a scream inside Inej that had been slowly building itself since the day of the auction, and if she did not find a way to release it soon it may very well eat her alive.

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exyzedd · 6 months

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maidenofcrows · 4 months

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So I’m working on a plotless kanej one shot (that I may or may not finish), and I kinda like this little bit that I’m gonna share with y’all:

… After barely a moment of silence, he laughed. A soft, gentle laugh. The kind that she knew was meant just for her. She’d heard of the Kerch keeping something of their lover’s likeness inside pieces of jewelry. A lock of hair, a penny portrait made by a street vendor, a hand-written note folded on a tiny slip of paper. She thought she would rather store his laugh in one of these lockets and keep it close to her heart always.

Because bottling the other’s laugh and getting drunk on it every night has already been used, I needed to get creative with what Inej thinks of Kaz’s laugh XD I dunno, I just think they’re cute <3

Edit: I did, in fact, finish the thing

#six of crows #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #kanej #soc fanfic #soc fanfiction #kanej fic #six of crows fanfic #crooked kingdom #i’ll learn how tags work eventually lol #writing things #crow brain post

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lunarthecorvus · 4 months

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My Kanej headcanon

Kanej fluff. That's the summary

Do not take this seriously. This is just a headcanon plotline word vomit, I am not a writer. (This hc is like a year or two after CK)

Wylan and Jesper invite Kaz and Inej to an event. Kaz first says that he is not going, but after Inej arrives back from a voyage (at this point, she already has an invite). Kaz meets her in a dark alley by docks, and they melt into each other. They talk about the event they've been invited to, and Kaz says he's not going.

This disappointed Inej as she wanted to be a 'normal couple' for a night, but she hid her disappointment and had to go back to unload the Wraith.

Later, Inej arrives at Kaz's attic and is still trying to. He picks up that something is not right and asks her if she's alright. She paces around, looking down at the ground, and admits that she wanted to go to the event with him and be 'normal' even just for a night.

During this time, Kaz gets up from his desk and stands in front of Inej, and lays a light hand on her shoulder. Inej is taken out of her nervous daze and Kaz is staring at her with such a soft and loving look. He cups her face in his hand (they have secret signals to let each other know that they're good with the touch) and plants a kiss on her forehead. He says quietly to her that he would always love to spend any time with her event or no event. Inej glances up and him and presses her lips to his.

Inej and Kaz get ready at the Van Eck mansion. Kaz is ready first and wears a black suit with a dark red suli silk waistcoast with little black stitching and a matching red tie. He stands with Jesper, waiting by the door for Wylan and Inej, Jesper is vibrating with excited energy.

At some point, Jesper looks at Kaz and says that his hair looks too clean, and so Jesper impulsively messes Kaz's hair. As soon as Jesper does this, he grabs his arms and twists it a bit to the point where Jesper bends over, but while he's doing that, Kaz feels the air change and looks up to see Inej in a matching dark red suli silk jumpsuit with long flowing sleeves and a black shawl over her shoulders which is expected to have at least 7 knives hidden somewhere on her.

Kaz stands there staring at Inej, not even attempting to hide his obvious gape at her like she's the only person who exists. Jesper makes a noise, and he realises that he's still twisting his arm. Kaz, let's go, and Jesper lets out a huff, saying something about how that's what it would take.

When Inej gets a look at Kaz, she's loves the way the suit fits his sharp edges, and discovers at his dishevelled hair she loves so much, especially when she wakes up in the morning and looks over to see him, she cherishes those times. Inej welcomes his look at her. She doesn't feel violated, and she met his look.

There will be a part 2 with the event. It was meant to be about that, but I got distracted by the side plot :)

#lunars headcanons #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #crooked kingdom #soc #kanej #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #kanej fic #kanej headcanon

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ravenyenn19 · 11 months

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I didn’t plan on 700k words but like… I knew I was going to pop off. (Also didn’t plan on ever posting it for others. So so so grateful I did🥹)

#six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #inej ghafa #crooked kingdom #kaz x inej #soc #grishaverse #dealing with our demons #leigh bardugo #dwod #ao3 #six of crows fanfic #kanej fic #shadow and bone season 2

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