Tag: kanej

whixky:

Kaz and Inej have a kid.

  • He doesn’t have his father’s hair or his mother’s eyes
  • In fact he doesn’t resemble them at all
  • Out of everyone, he resembles Jesper the most, both sharing not only a heritage but also awkward gangly limbs and a bright smile
  • He doesn’t have his father’s cruelty or his mother’s silence
  • But he does have Kaz’s cleverness and Inej’s kindness
  • Out of the six crows, it was a surprise that Kaz was the first to take in a child.
  • Even to Kaz himself.
  • He found the boy outside an abandoned town house, and his first thought was of Pekka Rollins.
  • But the next thoughts came in flashes, glimpses of a future destined to come true if he took another step and continued his day.
  • He saw another bastard in the barrel, jagged edges turned into blades, and myths molding a monster. Maybe one as cruel and uncaring as Dirtyhands. Maybe one that was worse.
  • So he stopped, extended his hand to the boy, and made him an offer. A plate of waffles for his name.
  • The dregs didn’t question the newest member of the gang, if anything they were glad Kaz had some shred of pity in his devil bones.
  • Nor did they question when Kaz and the boy appeared less and less at the slat.
  • But Inej did.
  • When she returned after nearly a year, she was surprised to find Anika doing most the work in Kaz’s office.
  • Anika didn’t answer either, instead she smiled and passed a slip of paper with nothing more than an address written on it.
  • It led to a house on the farthest end of Ketterdam, far safer then the streets on by the slat
  • Where she found Kaz Rietveld and a boy no older then five building a house of cards on a rickety kitchen table

grishaswxnd:

Reunion

Inej’s feet glided over the ground as she sprinted towards them, Kaz barely able to keep up with his cane. 

“Mama! Papa!” Inej shouted again, her braid flying behind her.

She could see them clearly now, the early morning sun shining on their bronze skin. She could see the wide smile on her parents faces—and the tears streaming down them. 

Her heart pounded hard in her chest, threatening to break free, as she halted before them. For a moment she just stood there, taking in the the faces she had dreamt of seeing again for the past two years. She took another step forward at the same time her parents did. Inej wasn’t sure what happened next or how she ended up curled in her Mama’s arms on the hard wood flooring of the docks, her Papa’s arms encircling the two of them. They stayed like that for a few minutes, shoulders shaking with sobs trying to come loose, as Kaz lingered on the side.

Ever so slowly, Inej lifted her head, blinking several times to make sure it wasn’t all an illusion. Her voice was choked when she said, “I’ve missed you. And… I have a lot to tell you.”

They stood up and her father kissed her forehead like he had done so many times when she was growing up. Suddenly she felt like the small child she had been so long ago. Her father spoke, “You can tell us later. Right now, I simply want to be with my little girl again.”

Her mother’s voice sounded like it had when she was a child—like flowing nectar from one of her geraniums. “And we’ll be here to listen to whatever you need to say, my little acrobat.” She glanced away from Inej, “How about you introduce us to the young man in black waiting for you.”

She’d nearly forgotten Kaz was standing there. His expression was unreadable as he watched her with his unblinking eyes. Inej wiped away her stray tears and held out a hand to him. He hesitated, but then grasped it firmly, as if he was a afraid to let go. Kaz walked towards her parents, his cane thudding in time with his footsteps. 

“Mama, Papa, this is… my friend.” 

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Ghafa. You may call me Kaz Brekker.”

They stood like that for a while. Her and Kaz’s fingers still entwined as they spoke to her mother and father. And to anyone passing by it would have been downright shocking to see the bastard of the barrel without his gloves, holding the Wraith’s hand and having a leisure chat with two Suli acrobats on the docks.

They spoke well into the afternoon before deciding to go for lunch. And as they were walking into the streets of the bustling city of Ketterdam—so quietly she almost missed it, her father whispered to her mother, “This will be the boy to bring her flowers.”

I just love Kanej’s relationship. The respect they have for each other, the trust they have in each other, the fact they were never clingy or possessive, not forcing the other to face their trauma so they can be in a relationship. Those 2 are the antithesis of a typical YA romance and it’s just so AMAZING to see it be done with characters who are marginalized by society. They’re love and respect for each other not gives a middle finger to the status quo both In Universe and Out. I hope many blooming writers learn from this and many young readers feel the glee of being represented.

A concept: Kaz reaches into his pocket for his wallet and instead pulls out a child’s toy. Very startling when he realizes his and Inej’s small child has managed to not only sneak up behind him, but pickpocket him as well, making him feel like the biggest has-been the universe has ever known.

stardustsroses:

I’M SMILING SO WIDE RIGHT NOW JUST SO YOU KNOW.

Honestly, Kanej daughter would play pranks kn her parents like this ALL the time and Inej would be the one to tell her not to steal things, even if she were doing it playfully, but Kaz is just there in the corner trying not to smile because wow his daughter takes after them so much??? And he’s so in love????

“You shouldn’t laugh when she steals, Kaz.”

Inej would be fighting a smile too though, especially as Kaz would pull her close and whispers, “I’m not sure who she takes after – me or you.”

“I have never stole once in my life,” she lied, looking up at him.

Kaz’s smile softened, and he would touch his lips to her forehead, guiding her hand towards his heart. “Yes you have.”