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lee-writes-things · 1 year
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but like imagine this, if there were deaths in a third soc book:
wylan would die first (from an explosion, oit of irony) because we can all agree he's like a son to kaz, and it would be devastating. so then kaz has all this pent-up emotion. and jesper's unhinged gambling addiction gets worse, which gets kaz even more worried. because he's like a brother to kaz. and he does something reckless on this job, which therefore gets him severely injured, and he dies in inej's arms. and that leads to inej trying to help jesper cope while also suffering internally herself.
when news reaches nina in ravka, she thinks that kaz forged inej's signature at the end of the letter as a cruel joke. she went along with it anyway since she missed when the crows were all together. nina brought a few traditional ravkan treats that she knew kaz liked no matter how much he denied it. when she arrived at the slat, it was empty. nina went to the crow club and found inej with a far away look. she gave up on trying to help jesper with his addiction. im too lazy to be in writing mode, so im gonna half-ass the rest. anyway, nina had to snap inej out of her daze and ask her where kaz was. that's when inej finally broke down, and any word she muttered was incoherent. after what felt like ages, jesper went over to the two girls and told nina what happened. "the ol' dirtyhands finally kicked the bucket. thought he was immortal for a while. wylan went just before him."
there was nothing else but sobs that day and screaming out to the sky why everything that happened happened. bit over a week later, there was a joint service. inej engraved two slabs for the two out of wood with the first knife kaz gifted to her. she renamed it. sankt rietveld. and that's how she got assigned a new job. revenge. with a gloved hand holding her knife. (shitty ending, not enough detail, but here you go)
before, there were six of crows. then five. now only three.
i originally shared this with a server im in and, therefore, was banished to hellgate by my friends for making them all cry. oops. anyway, fuck you guys [affectionately but not really].
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restinslices · 4 months
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Hear me out… I Love You So but Kanej
Kaz: I love you-
Inej: So? I'm gonna pack my things and leave you behind. This feeling's old and I know that I've made up my mind
Kaz: I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul ‘cause you were cruel and I'm a fool, so-
Inej: Please let me go
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neptune-scythe · 2 months
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Its all "I would come for you, and if I couldn't walk I'd crawl to you"
But what if the roles were reversed, and what if Inej makes a different choice. Maybe she trusts Kaz to save himself, maybe she deems her presence is more needed elsewhere ... Whatever the reason may be.
But still she chooses someone or something else over Kaz.
And maybe he doesn't need her, maybe he saves himself ... But he'll always know that she made a different choice, that when he promised her he would do anything for her it wasn't reciprocated. And even though he'll know her choice was justified, even if he agrees with the choice she made ... It doesn't take away the sting, the knowledge that he would risk everything and everyone for her and she wouldn't do the same for him.
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aoibhinnslater04 · 11 months
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Kanej AU
The scene (specifically from the series rather than the books but basically the bathroom scene) where Nina doesn’t interrupt them and Kaz doesn’t decide to sabotage himself
Basically a whole load of Kanej angst!!
Word count: 1697
Requested by @arany-studio
TW: mentions of rape, trauma, injuries
Kaz walked into the small room to find Inej packing her knives. He saw her pause at the sound of his steps, her head tilting slightly towards him, before she resumed sorting her knives. 
"You've been lying low?" he asked, his voice rough. 
"I've been gathering Intel on Pekka's assassin. I've discovered my bladesmith supplies him with bone-cutters and fillet knives," she responded, still not looking at him. 
"Taxidermy tools," Kaz choked out. 
"His name's Mogens. I've got his address,"
"That must have cost you."
Inej cut him off. "A new set of blades." She paused before continuing. "He intends on taking me alive, so he can put me back in the Menagerie."
"I won't let that happen," Kaz said gruffly. 
"And why should I believe you?" Inej asked, sharply, turning to face him at last. "We were ambushed, Kaz. Whatever this is, this blood feud you have with Pekka Rollins, I don't believe it's about some Saints-forsaken club! You are gambling with our lives and I deserve to know the reason! You owe me that much," she spat out, the first time Kaz had truly seen her angry. She always managed to find something positive about every situation, even being taken by slavers, sold to a Menagerie where she was abused and raped nearly every day, because her parents and brother weren’t there with her, they were safe, they were alive. Suddenly a bright red staining her sleeve caught Kaz's eye. 
"Inej, your arm," he whispered, his eyes fixed on the blood spilling out of her. She paused and glanced down, before sighing and rolling her eyes. She seemed to whisper a silent prayer for patience before removing her shirt, leaving her with just a vest on. She checked the bandage, before removing it, wincing.  Kaz looked away, unable to bear it, before finally answering her question. 
"Pekka Rollins killed my brother."
He felt Inej stiffen slightly, and heard her turn to face him. There was a long moment of silence, as she searched his half-hidden face, before finding whatever it was she was looking for. 
"Then we destroy him."
Kaz turned his head quickly up to face her, and saw the openness and anger in her face. She meant it, too. They shared a look, a brief moment where they were both just two people in pain, where they could get comfort from each other, before Inej winced again, and the moment shattered. She glanced once more at her arm, before turning away from Kaz again, reaching for the alcohol to disinfect the wound. She poured some on a piece of linen, and started dabbing at it, twisting her neck to make sure she was reaching every bit of the exposed cut. Kaz, hardly even aware of his own body, moved towards her. She glanced up at him, her beautiful doe eyes searching his face, before she turned to the cut again. Kaz reached out his hand silently, an offer. With her eyes now again on his face, not moving, as if hypnotised, she handed him the cloth. He wasn't able to remove his gloves, not yet, but he hadn't  been so close to another human being since Jordie had died. 
Inej saw his momentary hesitation, and turned away from him, allowing him to move at his own rate. He reached towards her, dabbing at the wound with the cloth. He heard her breathing hitch slightly, and kept dabbing, not wanting to break the spell by speaking. But then Inej spoke, her words soft and hesitant. 
"Is there anyone to protect you?"
You, Inej. You. 
But instead he responded, slightly harsh, "Was there no one to protect you?"
Inej turned to look at him, her face soft and vulnerable. She opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could say a word. 
"Look for Mogens' tells. Signs of an old injury that point to a weakness or a repeating action that tells you what he's going to do next."
He saw her face turn contemplative, before she asked hesitantly, "Do I have one?"
He turned his head back to her soft brown skin, before responding "you shift your weight onto your back leg before you lunge. "
She turned fully, facing him again. He stepped back slightly, cursing himself inwardly. She whispered, so softly he could barely hear her. "What's yours?"
Kaz paused, before looking her in the eye. "The limp. The cane. No one's ever smart enough to look for the real one."
Inej moved slightly, just an inch towards her. It was as though his senses were heightened. He smelt her gentle jasmine scent, saw her lips slightly parted, heard her soft breathing, felt her gentle touch as she recovered the cloth he forgot he still held, and all he could think about was her nearness. He hadn't so much as removed a single glove, but he felt as vulnerable as though she had stripped him naked. 
Kaz cleared his throat before stepping back, grabbing the fresh roll of bandages off the bench. Inej obediently turned away again, allowing him to take a deep breath. The silence was killing him, and he spoke without thinking. 
“You know, I don’t find this part easy. The cutting, the slicing, causing pain is the easy part. Repairing the damage afterwards is far more difficult.”
He wondered if she knew that he wasn’t talking about her wound, then, not really. He was trying to explain that although he was broken, he was trying to repair himself, trying to fix the cracks to become the sort of man she would be proud of, that Jordie would be proud of. 
Inej let out a deep breath, sending strands of her dark hair fluttering outwards. Kaz reached out automatically, smoothing her hair down against her head. She stiffened, and so did Kaz, that brief moment of automatic affection an oddity to both. But Kaz then again, feeling almost dizzy with desire, allowed himself to gently stroke her hair. His gloves were still on, a barrier that separated them, but as he felt Inej relax at his touch, he allowed himself to want more, to want Inej. Perhaps one day she might want him too.
Inej cleared her throat, bringing back reality. “Once, when I was much younger, the first time that I tried to walk across the tightrope, I fell. Not when I was on the wire, but at the end, can you imagine? I fell, and hadn’t yet learned how to fall properly. My parents ran to me, but I didn’t feel the pain. I think I was in shock.”
Kaz waited, sure she had a point to this story.She hesitated, before continuing.
“I broke my leg in three different places. My mother thought I might never walk again. My leg healed, but some scars still remained. I couldn’t walk on the tightrope for months, fearing what would happen when I reached the end.”
She turned to face him now, causing him to step back.
“Finally I decided enough was enough. I had been afraid for too long. So everyday for three weeks, instead of walking across the tightrope, I would climb the ladder and just stand at the end. I stood there for an hour that first day, until I had calmed enough to climb down. The second day, I stood there for forty five minutes. Finally, I was only standing there for a few seconds. It took a long time, and the end is still my least favourite part, but I fought against my fears and won.”
She stepped closer to him, and this time he didn’t move back.
“You will fight your fears Kaz Brekker, and then one day you will live without the same fear. It might still hurt occasionally, but you are stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
Kaz looked down at her, his face soft, open and vulnerable. Inej looked straight back up at him, her eyes wide and searching, waiting. Kaz bent down slightly towards her, and brushed his lips slightly against her forehead in the gentlest kiss. Her eyes shuttered closed briefly, the softest sound escaping her throat, but she didn’t move. She allowed Kaz to tell her without words what he was capable of, what was too far and yet not enough. She allowed the broken man before her to fix a small, fractured piece of himself, before she stepped back, quivering slightly. She was feeling everything all at once, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But she stayed steady, and breathed, like she was at the end of the wire once again. Kaz gazed at her, his expression full of wonder, like a young boy, his future full of possibilities. 
She turned, so he wouldn’t see the tears that had filled her eyes, and grabbed a hairbrush, unpinning her plait to rebraid it. But he held out his hand, and said, softly, gruffly, as if he, too, was fighting back unshed tears, “Let me.”
Inej handed him the brush, and climbed onto the small bench in front of him, and as Kaz began to gently brush her hair, untangling the knots with such care it was as though he thought she might break at the slightest tug. Inej allowed, then, the tears to fall. She didn’t see that Kaz, too, had tears trickling down his cheeks. 
She let out a deep breath, she didn’t realise she had been holding, shuddering slightly, and allowed her eyes to shut for a moment. It had been so long since she had slept, and she had never felt so tired, as if her emotions had drained her more than usual. Her body swayed slightly, but then felt Kaz steady her. He gently laid her back onto the bench, and she felt him move away. She thought he had gone, but then heard his uneven steps return. She felt the softness and warmth of a blanket cover her, and felt him gently lift her head to put a pillow underneath. 
“I thought you had left me,” she whispered, her voice heavy with sleep.
“Never,” he vowed. “I will never leave you.”
And then Inej fell asleep, guarded by the healing man above her, his dark eyes keeping watch, protecting her from anything that meant her harm.
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lady-ashfade · 11 months
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Sad, angst, kinda hardcore gut wrenching fic coming! Because it’s exactly the way I feel at the moment and wanted to make it into a fic with them! HMMMM!
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schemingfacekaz · 10 months
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I often think about the scene in the show where Kaz was destroying Pekka Rollins, and Inej wasn't there, and how upset Kaz was from it and how he tried to send Inej away after that.
I completely respect Inej's decision to let Kaz handle Pekka on his own (plus the other crows) and help the enslaved people on the ship instead because I'm sure she knew that Kaz would be successful. She believed in him. And I think Inej did the right thing.
But I can't help but hurt for Kaz. Imagine how it had been years since he trusted and relied on anyone else but himself. And how much courage it had taken him to tell Inej that it would give him comfort to know that she'd be there with him.
And imagine how Kaz had become used to having the feeling of security when he was on a mission because he knew that Inej was by his side, watching over him. And suddenly, this feeling was taken away from him, and he didn't know how to act anymore, he felt uncertain without it. And he was worried if she herself was alright.
I think Kaz understood why Inej decided to make that call, but he wanted to send her away because he was scared of his feelings. He was scared because he realized how dependent he was on having her nearby and how much he cared for her. And after the thought that he wouldn't feel safe without her, he decided it would be safer to send her away and learn how to be on his own again.
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thestarvingwriter · 11 months
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Kaz doesn’t move from his chair, but his mind travels miles. To the icy waters of Fjerda. To the Menagerie, when he first saw her, to the Geldrenner Hotel and all her brown skin just a hairsbreadth away. If she lived still, he would shed his armor. He would say everything he was too afraid to before, all the saccharine endearments and lovesick pleas to keep her in place. He would touch and take what she gives, all of it, even if it makes him choke on sea water and fight to remain conscious. She could have all of him, every broken and rotted part.
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A knock at the door in the dead of night. Word of a plundering off the coast of Fjerda—a Kerch ship against a Ravkan one—with only one sailing away. No survivors. Kaz seeks revenge. Revenge finds him first.
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americaswritings · 1 year
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Does anyone know any fanfiction about Kaz and Inej meeting for the first time/him saving her from the menagerie?
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whumpypepsigal · 1 year
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Shadow and Bone s02e03: “Whatever this is, this blood feud you have with Pekka Rollins, I don't believe it's about some Saints-forsaken club. You are gambling with our lives and I deserve to know the reason. You owe me that much.”
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I can’t wait for Kanej to reunite so that Inej gets stabbed and Kaz carries her all the way to the ship without his cane and proceeds to remove Oomen’s eye with his bare hands cause he can't handle the thought of losing her again.
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restinslices · 3 months
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You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers (it's not worth it, Achilles)
More poignant than fame or the taste of another (don't listen, Achilles)
But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker (you're worth more, Achilles)
You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)
You want my opinion, my opinion you've got (no one asked your opinion)
You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no one asked for your thoughts)
Be done with this now and jump off the roof (be done with this now and get off the roof)
Can you hear me, Achilles? I'm talking to you
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neptune-scythe · 5 months
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Thinking of a scenario where Inej gets hurt, physically or emotionally ... And it's Kaz's fault
Maybe in a panicked, high stakes battle a misaimed bullet hits her. It was an accident of course, but he'd still feel horrible and guilty
Maybe during a particularly vivid and disorienting PTSD attack he percieves her as an enemy ... He lashes out, he'd injure her ... Maybe even kill her
Maybe they spend one too many sleepless nights on a job and he loses focus in a crucial moment, he lets her down and she gets hurt because of him
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kyoukamybeloved · 7 months
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*drops this and run*
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when worlds collide
quote from Crooked kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
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winnie-the-monster · 1 year
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🥰❤️.
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fanaddicted2000 · 7 months
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I need a Fanart of Kanej laying side by side in a wild flowers field, like that moment in Twilight. It's for science.
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ok everyone’s freaking out over that look tolya gave inej but consider: the two of them become platonic bffs. Bond over love of knifes and connection to religion. His greatest fear is losing Tamar, so he understands her desperation to find her brother. She basically becomes his second sister. It’s great.
And then Kaz sees them. And he sees everything he can’t offer in tolya. Strong. Emotionally available. Just (or, at least, more than him). And he’s doing all this stuff to try and be better, to be the kind of person who could love inej and who she could love back, but how could he compare to someone like that? What does he have to offer her?
(And the best part is that they’re both still desperately pining for each other. No one could ever take the space each other holds in their heads and hearts. But neither of them knows that yet. So doubt creeps in. And what follows doubt, and longing, and jealousy? Desperation)
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