#kanej week

[mageofspace924]

@kanejweek day 3 — relationships | first date

because kaz giving inej her first knife is equivalent to a first date (right? right.)

[marvinthecrow]

Is anyone planning some prompt lists for Kanej Week, Wesper Week, and Helnik Week this year? 👀

I don't want to miss any of these art challenges!

[desidarling123]

He doesn’t hear her enter, but he can sense the fury beneath her words before she even speaks —

“Kaz — when were you going to tell me you had plans to infiltrate Nachspiel Ball, of all places?”

He could be direct and tell her right away, but half the fun is in the build-up. So instead, he lets out an imitation of a long-suffering sigh. 

“Darling,” he says simply, “you’ve been on land for all of two hours. I promise, I was going to tell you eventually.”

There is some truth to that, for once — he could never hold any secrets over her head for too long, even if he tried. And she may have spent the last few months away at sea, but even now, Inej scarcely ever misses a beat. 

“We’d be recognized on sight if we stepped foot there,” she continues, frustration seeping into her words, “and if you’ve somehow forgotten, the last Tailor you’d vetted thoroughly enough for a job like this is currently dead.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Kaz shoots back, “but you’re missing one rather important piece of information. Something that only a few are privy to, at present.”

A flash of irritation passes over her face, though there’s no true malice for him behind it. It’s more a look of annoyance that he has a leg over her own information-gathering (so to speak). And Inej is nothing if not competitive, after all.

 It’s cute, actually, though he has no doubt she’d kill him herself if he ever said that. He’s missed that look -- the slight furrow of her brows, the small frown on her face. If this job pans out the way he thinks it will, well, he'll be seeing a lot more of it very soon, anyways.

Inej leans in closer now, hands resting on the surface of his desk.

“And what information is that, pray tell?”

Kaz lets the moment hang in the air, just a moment longer. Just because he can. She can have at him for it later.

“This year,” he says carefully, “it’s being hosted as a masquerade ball.”

For @kanejweek Day 1: Masquerade Ball. Not an actual fic (nor do I have any plans for one) but just a fun little snippet. Enjoy! 😊 💕

[giokir]

@kanejweek

Day7: Growth

Sharing&Secrets

Who knows what secret Inej told Kaz...🤫

[kanejweek]

Kanej Week 2022 Official Prompts!

Kanej Week 2022 will be occurring from Sunday, June 19th to Saturday, June 25th 2022. Here are our winning prompts!

Sunday, June 19th: Royalty

Kings & Queens

Masquerade

Monday, June 20th: Storytelling

Once Upon a Time

The 5+1 Trope

Tuesday, June 21st: Relationships

Marriage 

First Dates

Wednesday, June 22nd: Supernatural

Angels & Demons

Ghosts

Thursday, June 23th: Affection

Rooftops & Stars

Love Language

Friday, June 24th: Perspective

Jealousy

Outsider POV

Saturday, June 25th: Growth

Memories

Sharing & Secrets

See you in June!

Each day has a theme with two prompts each that you can choose from. You can just follow the theme or be as creative with the prompts as you’d like! All kinds of content creation are allowed for submission. Please tag @kanejweek and tag #kanej week whenever you post so that we can reblog your submissions!

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We’re so excited to celebrate with you!

[kanejforever]

@kanejweek - arguments & compromise 

One minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.

[capinejghafa]

@kanejweek 2022 | masquerade or kings & queens

“You’re not in the business of giving gifts. What’s the job?”

“An impossible job, near certain death, terrible odds, but should we scrape it…” He paused, fingers on the buttons of his waistcoat, his look distant, almost dreamy. It was rare that she heard such excitement in his raspy voice.

“Should we scrape it?” she prompted. He grinned at her, his smile sudden and jarring as a thunderclap, his eyes the near-black of bitter coffee.

“We’ll be kings and queens, Inej. Kings and queens.”

“Hmm,” she said noncommittally, pretending to examine one of her knives, determined to ignore that grin.

six of crows | chapter 4 | inej

[frick6101719]

The Last Songbird

Well it's Kanej Week but it's also Exam Week from Hell, and so unfortunately the last chapter of TLS will not be up today. However, today's theme is lyrics, and this fic is named after a song, so have some lyrics and a sneak peek I guess?

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Under this crooked spell, how can anybody resist? He keeps her under lock and key  She keeps him on the to-do list Porcelain nights and skin-tight moves They live between the comedy and comedown blues In love and war, all is lost and found Is it just the case of the last shakedown? While the world spins every way, ‘round and ‘round All is simple on the upside down Listen to the sound of one hand clap in the pale of the moonlight All those years frozen in the spotlight Nowhere now, maybe somehow they just burned too bright? Even when they won they always lost themselves to the sideways glances Praying to the Saints of doomed romances Tell their tale: love is not for sale It's a word you heard The last songbird

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The young man turns to her, and he must recognise her but he doesn’t let it show on his face. He looks her up and down and it makes her skin crawl, though he seems only interested in determining that she is here and whole. 

Heleen sighs. “Is your boss prepared to bless us with his presence now?” she asks. Her voice is sweet as honey, and Inej knows that means the sting is not far. 

The young man nods. “As agreed.” 

He leaves Inej standing alone with Tante Heleen and very little idea of what is going on. She dares not hope... but really it’s easy not to hope when being back in this room makes her adrenaline surge and her mind flood with the memory of lashes against her skin, blood in her mouth, sweaty hands grabbing her body...

The Peacock raises a perfect blonde eyebrow at her. “Well, Little Lynx, tonight is quite a big night for you. It seems your performance of late has caught the attention of a man with an appetite for Suli girls and the kruge to eat his fill.” Inej tries not to react, but sees Heleen’s eyes brighten when she catches her flinch. “I’m almost loath to part with you, after what a good girl you’ve been recently. And to a man like this one…” She really does look genuinely sorry. Inej at least knows enough not to trust the Peacock's looks. She has learned her lesson. “You could have become something wonderful here, you know. You were just starting to realise your real potential. I think you might have become my best girl.” 

Inej clears her throat. She feels nothing. She is barely here. “Then why sell me?”

“Come now Inej, you’re smarter than that. Why would I sell you?”

She feels the sound of her name like a slap, but manages not to recoil with the impact. She nods. She is smarter than that. “The price was right.”

Heleen’s smile is dazzling. “Ah, Little Lynx. I can’t tell you what a pity that—”

Inej had heard the quiet tapping of a cane while Heleen was speaking, but the Peacock had been much too interested in the sound of her own voice to care. Now, as Dirtyhands steps into the parlour, crow’s-head cane in black-gloved hand, her face goes lily white. Her pretty mouth opens, closes, and opens and closes again, all without a sound. 

Inej doesn’t turn around. Her eyes are fixed on her mistress, waiting for her to find her voice.

It takes her a long moment.

“You’re dead,” she whispers. 

Kaz shrugs. Inej can feel his presence behind her, can feel the edge of his indifferent warmth radiating from his body. “That’s what they tell me.”

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Find the fic so far here, if you're interested.