#moiraine: and your answers?

[vorbarrsultana]

moiraine when playing stupid games (knowingly pushing rand for the same thing lanfear does, isolating him from his friends, so he doesn't have anyone but her to lean on, ignoring him when he doesn't do what she tells him to) wins her stupid prizes (rand starts to believe anything she does is the elaborate attempt to gain more control of him and doubts her motives)

[loveexpelrevolt]

Siuan Sanche. You have been brought before this Hall to answer for your crimes against our Tower. For 20 years, you have worked in secret with Moiraine Sedai. I believe she is with the Dragon Reborn now.

THE WHEEL OF TIME (2021— ) "He Who Comes with the Dawn"

[white-spectre]

Non show watcher, Im confused, all these vague posts about an ending of th season. I know the show has changed alot alot, but did they hve siuan die durng the lanfear moraine disappearance? Because thatll be a big departure if they exclude the stilling plot. I guess since they made them active lesbians, from what ive heard, they may give the stilling/garreth bryne subplot to a different character. sorry if im misunderstanding, just the posts have been pretty vague on what actually happened just people have strong feelings apparently

Hello! Sorry for vague-blogging, I think people were trying to not spoil the ending in case anyone didn't have a chance to watch it yet but it's been a few days so I'm sure the cat is out of the bag for most people that follow the series. (this ended up being longer than I anticipated but I do love to yap and this is one of my obsessions right now!)

Anyway, to answer you question, the show ended up killing off Siuan immediately following Elaida's Tower coup. This stirred up a lot of emotions for some people and there's been some people saying that now the show should be cancelled, or the show is playing into the "kill the gays" trope, or that they are just killing off POC characters etc etc... There is definitely a less positive vibe from Tumblr after the season 3 finale than before, but I will give you my thoughts on why I thought it was a good season finale, and you can parse them as you will.

It is definitely a big departure from the books, as you said, but it seems that they are setting up at least part of Siuan's post-stilling storyline to be continued on by Leanne (it was unclear in the season finale if she was actually stilled or just shielded, but it's fairly certain that she survived). The Gareth Brynne relationship would fit in well with Leanne's post-stilling storyline from the book series, as she became more interested in men and (if I'm remembering right) ended up choosing Green as her second ajah later on. I think it would add a really good martyr aspect to the rebel Aes Sedai/Salidar crew, and having Leanne be the rallying point would fit well.

Also the writing REALLY amped up the Moiraine/Siuan relationship from "pillow friends as novices" with maybe a little more subtext in the book series, to "in a committed relationship for 20+ years" in the show, and there are many wonderful, emotional scenes in the show that solidify this. To have Siuan follow the Gareth Brynne relationship arc after building up her relationship with Moiraine for three seasons would have been weird at best, and a big slap in the face to wlw relationships at worst. Another BIG thing to keep in mind is that it was confirmed that Sophie Okonedo (Who played Siuan), had other acting opportunities that she had to move on to, and they wanted to give her a well-written exit without just disappearing the character for 1-2 seasons without explanation.

A lot of people have fears that the show is using POC and LGBT characters as cannon fodder/convenient death plot advancement, and it is not a completely unreasonable fear. Most people in their late 20s/30s can remember when TV (in America at least, I can't speak for other countries) rarely had LGBT or POC characters, and the few characters that were shown were typically portrayed as comic relief, or stereotypical trope side characters, or characters that were killed off quickly to advance the plot for the straight white main characters. The fear that your queer/POC fav is going to die randomly is pretty deeply ingrained in a lot of people, and it's hard to shake off. That being said, I don't think that is happening with Wheel of Time AT ALL. For the entirety of season 3, there have been signs that the Moiraine/Siuan relationship was not going to end happily. Moiraine's visions in Rhuidean showed that only one possible turning of the wheel among dozens/hundreds of possibilities ended with her and Siuan happy together. Scenes at the tower have been showing that Siuan's approval was slipping and that Elaida wanted revenge for being overlooked when the Amyrlin was decided. Killing Siuan when they did cemented the Moiraine/Siuan relationship as being something worth dying for in the viewers mind, and they did it in such a powerful way that it felt much more uplifting of LGBT relationships than if they had just let it fizzle out to make way for another romance plot with Siuan/Gareth.

Siuan is not the only POC/LGBT death this season either, Loial was killed in Episode 7, and Ihvon in the season 3 premier. From what I gather, Emmanuel Imani (who played Ihvon) also had other work opportunities and had to move on from the show. The Ihvon/Alanna/Maksim poly relationship was excellent to see, and I am glad that they did not shy away from the poly representation. It was a real relationship that had real ups and downs, just like any relationship, and I thought they did it justice. Loial's death was unfortunate, but I can understand it from the plot of the books why it happened. He was a good character, but his story arc did not necessarily add a lot to the main plot. That being said, Hammed Animashaun did a wonderful job portraying him and suffered through what I can only imagine as hundreds of hours of makeup and prosthetic work to create the character.

The majority of the cast are POC, and that is huge, even today. I have posted previously about, as a young teen who grew up in a 95%+ white community, I just assumed when reading the books that pretty much everyone was white. That obviously doesn't make sense, as the books have characters from every corner of the WoT universe, and the characters travel all over the world. It says right in the beginning of The Eye of The World that the other folks in Emond's Field often commenting that Rand was only one around with light skin and red hair. That being said, characters die in the series. LOTS of characters die. And to say that none of the POC characters should be dying off because we need to keep representation in the show is just plain ridiculous. The death of a character doesn't erase their narrative in the series, or erase the actor's work, and certainly not every character is going to survive in a post-apocalyptic series.

I often have this conversation with my group of friends when an example comes up: a lot of people lack emotional maturity when consuming media. The Siuan situation and how some WoT fans have responded is an excellent example of this. Siuan was a fan favorite, and the moment she died, some people reacted as if the entire series was ruined. The series that they were SO excited about just one week ago for being an excellent adaptation from their favorite book series that they have read and enjoyed for years, that they loved because of the POC representation and the LGBT romances and the likeable, relatable character..... And they are ready to burn it down because their wlw fav was killed. Threatening to review bomb the series, trashing it on social media, going as far to blame Sophie Okonedo for "ruining the series" by requesting to be written out of the show. I understand that Siuan's death hurt. She was a great character and she had a lot longer story arc in the books but.... Grow up. Not only do you look incredibly childish with these opinions, but you are also hurting the future of television networks doing large scale future productions of fan-favorite shows for fear that if they make the tiniest change, the fanbase will turn on the show. I have posted in the past about how some people hate the Elder Scrolls games because they depict rampant racism and how it "promotes racism" by doing so. But in the premise of the game setting, racism is realistic, especially in Morrowind, where they are so secluded from the empire and their ways are so different from the other provinces. That doesn't mean it's GOOD or that you should defend racism because it's present, but it's believable in the context that it is written and helps to build a fictional world and explain the characters' actions. Writing a good story doesn't mean that the author agrees with the ethics presented in the story, or wants to promote the idea that they are conveying to the reader/viewer. It is up to YOU to parse this out.

I'm sure I could probably go on at even greater lengths, but I want to end with my thoughts so far on the series as a whole. I think every season so far has been a massive improvement on the previous season, and I think it has the opportunity to get even better. The acting has improved every season, and though the story doesn't follow the books very closely, I've enjoyed it immensely. The representation of POC/LGBT folks remains excellent. The special effects are excellent. I am ABSOLUTELY biased because I have read the book series several times over the last 15 years, but it is probably the best fantasy/scifi series I have ever watched.

In conclusion, the real problem here is Amazon and their refusal to renew the show in a timely manner. Unfortunately, if Amazon continues to wait a year (or two years, or more) in between greenlighting the next season renewal, the show will suffer for it. Actors are people that need to buy food and clothing and housing just like everyone else, and while the main characters probably make a pretty decent wage for their work and could hold on a yar or two between paychecks, I doubt that the side character actors are getting paid enough money to live on for several years while waiting for the possibility of another season whenever Amazon feels like renewing. They will be forced to leave and take other positions because, unfortunately, money makes the world go round. The same goes for the hundreds of makeup/styling/setbuilding crew. Amazon needs to stop dragging their feet if they want to retain the amazing actors and the team of people who work hard to make this show a reality.

Thank you for the ask!! I really didn't expect this to get so out of hand but I did enjoy writing it out :)

[onaperduamedee]

Hi ! I know we never talked, and I don't want to hurt you even more by making you think about this more than necessary, so feel free to ignore me

I just read the addition you made to your post about WOT, and why it's so difficult for you to deal with the fandom and the whole situation rn, and I wanted to say thank you. You put into words what I feel, too, and it almost made me cry. The whole part about not letting it contaminate all the joy that came before and not destroy your creativity is exactly what I'm struggling with since Thursday, too, so thank you for saying it, I guess? I don't really have a point other than that, so yeah, just thank you, and I guess good luck for dealing with this whole mess ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Thank you very much for your message and for understanding. I'm so sorry you are in the same place because it is the most harrowing feeling in the world. It's such an incredibly lonely and useless sensation. It is one thing to be shocked by a show's decision, it's another to have that decision change the way you see the story and the fandom so profoundly that it rewrites your own history with said story. I have several WIPs I don't know what to do with because I was waiting for the finale to provide certain scenes for gifsets or drawings. 

It's like opening the fridge to make a dish you had bought all the ingredients for and discovering they are rotten. Did I use the crème fraîche yesterday? Were people sick? Now do I cook something else or try to run to the store although it's probably too late? 

I have so much stuff that I want to create still! Gifsets and doodles and metas! But who am I going to share that with? With fans who have always treated the queer characters like they were on borrowed times? Who have tolerated the presence of gay fans and now that those fans are upset they are to be reasoned with like children? Who wholeheartedly agree with the showrunner that there was never anything more to Siuan's story than this, Moiraine's tragic girlfriend? I would feel silly to share my art with that knowledge. 

Ultimately what I mourn most profoundly is the loss of the community. I always knew some fractures were deep; they are inherent to fandoms and can never be mended. But for a moment, while the show had two lesbians as part of the main romances, it seemed like the corner in which gay fans are generally confined was not a corner but the whole playground. It felt miraculous to know that Moiraine would have a powerful arc as Rand's mentor and Siuan, in a smaller capacity, would go on to weave a brilliant tale about resilence with Egwene. But it was never part of the deal.

The deal was that the apotheosis of Siuan's story would be death, and their happy ending will likely happen in death. And most of the fandom is fine with that, while I cannot find it in me to be.

I don't really have an answer against that rotting feeling and the way it is making me question my enjoyment of past interactions. I guess I will retreat to more private spaces for sharing my art and thoughts because I cannot stop creating and talking about this universe that means still so much to me. But as I said, the show and its fandom have been tainted and perhaps it will clear out with time.

For now, there's just a lot of love I don't know what to do with. 

So I'm really glad you reached out because it does make me feel less alone to find other creators stuck in this in-between, shallow quicksand that refuses to let go or swallow the light entirely. I hope you find something a way out of it as well. Thank you ❤️

[thatordinaryoddity]

something something going mad… something something crossover…

What do Moiraine post 3x08, Victor Frankenstein from Penny Dreadful and a Dark Urge necromancer have in common?

exactly… they probably need a hug (and some meds), and they make the perfect setup for a dark fanfic crossover!

now, I’m not saying I’m starting something new before finishing Gold & Blue (which I will, I promise! More on that soon), but it never hurts to brainstorm… right?

little excerpt below the cut and let me know if this idea is yay or nay!

(this is a draft!)

Siuan dreamed of the sea.

Not the quiet bay of Tear but something older. Deeper. The water stretched out like black glass, flat and endless. No waves. No breeze. The air was dead still. And the white moon hung overhead like an eye carved into the sky, watching.

Her bare feet sank into the shore, wet sand gripping her ankles. She stood at the edge and looked down. Her reflection stared back, half lost in the dark water. But it wasn’t right. Her face was ashen, her eyes rimmed in silver. When she blinked, the reflection didn’t.

Then the air shifted behind her, and a voice came with it.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Siuan turned.

A girl stood a dozen paces away. Barefoot like her. Pale feet on black sand. Long dark hair hung damp down her back. She looked young, no older than a novice, maybe even younger. But there was weight to her, like something old was sitting just beneath her skin.

“Am I dreaming?” Siuan asked.

“No,” the girl said. “You’re tethered.” Her voice echoed oddly, like it was close and far off at the same time. “Someone weaved your thread back into the Pattern. But it’s bleeding.”

Siuan looked down.

A single strand of red stretched from her chest, trailing across the sand and disappearing into the sea.

“I know what she did,” Siuan whispered. “I felt her do it.”

“And yet you let her.”

“What I supposed to do?“ she stepped forward, jaw tightening. “What she did was done out of love.”

“No.” The girl answered simply, not flinching or blinking. “It was done out of madness. You know what she’s become.”

Silence.

“She’s drawing too much attention,” the girl continued after a while. “Not just mine. There are others who sense what she did. Who hunger for it… There are doors that were never meant to open, especially not by a mortal. But she is knocking on all of them at once.“

[avelera]

Your rec has moved wheel of time to the top of my priority watchlist, but out of curiosity would you also recommend the books themselves? Consider this an excuse to ramble as much as you'd like btw ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

HOOOO BOY THAT IS A COMPLICATED QUESTION

My answer is multifaceted. Take it as you will:

1) Wheel of Time was my first fandom. I adored the books. Ate slept and breathed them. It was the first fandom I was online for. They owned my SOUL.

2) BUT… the WOT book fandom I loved was all about the theory mongering. There’s so many CLUES in them and prophecies and hints hidden where only the most attentive will find them. It was so FUN to comb through every word with the community.

3) BUT now that they’re complete, the books don’t really have that experience anymore. Presumably you’ll binge them and unless you do so with a reading group you’re not going to pause between books and try to guess what happens next for weeks or months or years at a time they way we did

(The show is doing a great job putting just enough little twists in that even book readers get to theory monger again and it’s GREAT I bet it’s even great if you’re show-only too if not better!)

4) so basically it’s like asking if “Lost” is worth watching when it used to be this huge cultural phenomenon. I think the answer is “Yes for the story but it is long and the reason it was a phenomenon was all the theorizing the fans did. Just binging it isn’t the same experience that people had when they said they were obsessed.” I’m still excited to share the books with others but the EXPERIENCE isn’t the experience that obsessed me so if the books don’t land with someone I don’t really even try to defend them. It’s just a different sort of pleasure now and maybe the show is best for that.

Then throw in the fact that the author died before finishing them and the last few books are good but stylistically quite different as a result. The new author wraps stuff up a lot more quickly for obvious reasons. Most people loved that but I’m a weird duck who hated it lol because I loved being edged forever by WOT and I got offended when like 3 prophecies got resolved in one chapter when it used to take 3 books to get one resolution.

They’re also long as fuck so if you don’t like them by the end of Book 1 then don’t force it even if later books are great. Because book 1 is like 700 pages and so is each one after that if not longer so I can’t reasonably say “No man you gotta get to Book 4 to REALLY get what the series is about!”

I was hooked by Book 1, and I loved those books like they were life itself and the ending changing the pacing and style crushed me but I still read them because I loved all the characters and that world so so much. The show is doing so much needed edits to this huge sprawling work so ignore the haters who don’t like that it isn’t some impossible page by page adaptation they’re idiots this adaptation is phenomenal.

So, uh, tldr I loved them but they might not be for everyone and that’s fine?

Oh and if you’re reading them for the cute Siuan and Moiraine lesbian romance you don’t really need to read the whole series just read the prologue novella New Spring it’s all in there much more than it’s in the main books.

[squirrelwrangler]

What is Wheel of Time about

Book or TV show?

The book series is 14 very thick fantasy novels with a very large cast (of which when broken down has more named female characters than male) and multiple plot lines. It helped to inspire A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones - but it is far less bleak and has way less sexual violence (a easy accomplishment). If you’re also familiar with the Dune movies/tv shows and Lord of the Rings, you’ll also see parallels. And like a lot of fantasy it has SF elements. And if you like Dreamworlds and Alternative Realities and glimpses of the past and such, yeah. Written in the 90s by an old cis straight white guy, but one that was in many ways progressive for his time, so your mileage will vary. There’s a post that answers almost exactly this same question that I wrote years ago that goes into this a little more.

But what is it actually about? It’s called Wheel of Time because the central premise is the world operates as a long circle of time with narrative-driven reincarnation. The book/show world is both the inspiration of all of our real world legends and our far far future after magic is discovered thousands of years in the future and a few calamities have leveled it. What that means is there’s a lot of Easter Eggs and familiarities if you know your mythology, in particular Arthuriana. For instance, a character hangs from a tree and sacrifices an eye to gain knowledge, has a pair of ravens symbolically important, and their personality is also very trickster-like. At no point are they called Odin, but if you know Norse Mythology, you go “oh yeah this guy inspires stories about Odin or is his reincarnation”. There’s a lot of vague Jungian and Vedic inspiration if you can’t tell.

Okay, really.

3,000 years ago was a high-tech peaceful society where some people could do magic and thus worked as public servants, very utopian. But then Evil Personified was unsealed, monsters and war unleashed, some of the wizards turned evil, long war was fought. One of the most powerful wizards, a man nicknamed Dragon, seals away both the Dark One and the top evil henchmen wizards - but it was a patch job. Evil monsters still around, people still pledge loyalty to cause evil. And as a counterattack during the sealing, the Dark One is able to place a sickness on the male half of the Power which forces every male wizard then and in the future to go mad. In their madness they destroy the world. Thousands of haywire magical nukes would do that. Female side of wizard Power is still okay, so only female wizards left. They help rebuild the world; societies that re-emerge are thus far more matriarchal than the real world. Men would can use magic are hunted down before they can go mad and start hurting themselves and others. People are understandably Terrified of Male Wizards. Only female wizards allowed. These female Aes Sedai, their Wizard Vatican City, and their factions are a large portion of the plot of both book and tv show. Do you want to see a lot of middle-aged women in gorgeous costumes fighting with magic and scheming? This is the show for you.

So, 3,000 years later, the Pattern that controls-and is created by- the Wheel of Time (lot of weaving and loom metaphor in the metaphysics) decides that the Dragon needs to be reincarnated along with a couple other key people in order to have another Last Battle against the Dark One to hopefully start a new turn of the Wheel/new age (and on evil’s side here’s the chance to reset things in their favor or break the Wheel itself).

Moiraine, an Aes Sedai, learns through a prophecy that the Dragon has just been reborn, so she spends the next twenty years trying to find them before evil does. There’s a long list of accumulated prophecies about the Last Battle and the people and events around it people are also worried about. Lot of plotting as everyone thinks they have the best idea of how to do it. Again, in comparison to Game of Thrones where almost everyone was scheming to win the Iron Throne and ignoring the White Walker invasion, think of it as here all the rulers know about the White Walkers coming and they’re fighting wars with each other to be the one to lead armies against the White Walkers because only their plan will work.

A common joke is that this very very long book series would be much shorter if characters properly talked and coordinated with each other. Teamwork is a central theme (both when you have it and when you don’t).

In an isolated community (think The Shire but instead of hobbits it’s a bunch of tax dodging Appalachian hillbillies or Elizabethan yeoman) Moiraine finds five young people that the Pattern has singled out as Very Powerful Main Characters. Okay, she thinks, one of them is the Dragon Reborn.

Problem is, none of them want to do the Magic Quest Protagonist Plot Stuff; they know that sucks. Moiraine has to get them to do it anyway. Our Gandalf figure is a middle aged queer woman (with a strictly platonic soulmate bodyguard) who has trouble with sharing the whole truth to other people (she is magically forbidden from outright lying) stuck herding a bunch of cats named Rand, Mat, Perrin, and Egwene. And later Nynaeve. By the end of book one/season one we know (but the rest of the world doesn’t) who the Dragon Reborn is - and that they need their friends and others by their side to have a chance of winning the Last Battle. All of them are main characters. Yes, the Dragon Reborn is Main Character- but more than one book in those 14 has barely any page-time dedicated to them. Plot is a Tapestry; not a line. That’s the least spoilerly explanation that I can give.

The tv show is about to start season three in a week (which will be mostly plot from book four, arguably the best book). Each season is eight episodes. Covid and recasting issues meant that the finale of season one had to be reworked and the first book was always the weakest with an infamously weird/weak ending. The show obviously had to change a lot form the monster book series, but it has imho the spirit of the books and often improved them. The casting is diverse- properly so instead of just tokenism- which pissed off a lot of racist fans. That and changes from books and that the main showrunner is a gay man means that there’s a vocal online faction of haters. My two main fantasy series, formative in fact, are Wheel of Time and the Silmarillion/Tolkien. I ADORE the Wheel of Time tv show but I could barely watch any of Rings of Power. Make of that what you will.

Hopefully, anon, this was helpful.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

INFATUATION’S WEAVES (nsfw)

pairing: moiraine x reader x siuan

word count: 1.7k

summary: your girlfriends spend the morning using unique, but incredibly effective, ways of teaching you to channel

You didn’t want to wake them, but it was a risk you were willing to take.

You’d only found out you could channel a few days ago, and you were brimming with excitement, hardly able to contain yourself. You were channeling every chance you could get, trying to further your skills, and though it was costing all your energy, it was worth it.

You had woken up early, and not being able to go back to sleep, you had wrestled out of the grasp of your girlfriends and had been trying to channel for around twenty minutes while sitting in bed. There was a white floral vase on the dresser a few feet away that you were trying to lift and bring to you.

You closed your eyes, connecting to the Source as best you could. Your relationship with it was shaky, though growing. You could feel the threads forming, circling around you, and you knew if you opened your eyes you would be able to see them.

You didn’t feel the shifting of the bed as one of your girlfriends sat up beside you.

You tried for a while longer, and then somehow you fumbled and your connection to the Source was severed.

“Clear your mind,” you heard, and turned to find Moiraine at your side. She pulled you into her arms, and you repositioned to sit in her lap. She was ethereal. Even still half in the grasp of sleep, she was perfect. “Your mind is too scrambled,” she said. “I can feel it.”

You nodded, sighing. Closing your eyes again you tried to connect to the Source, but you became hyper aware of Moiraine, and again you were severed.

“You’re making me nervous,” you said with a smile.

She shook her head, running a hand absentmindedly through your hair. “No reason to be nervous, love. Try again.”

You closed your eyes, clearing your mind, and finally you were able to connect to the Source. You felt the weaves moving and forming around you this time, stronger, and gently you lifted the vase from the nightstand. It drained all of your energy, but you held it there, and slowly you moved it toward you until you were holding it in your hands in bed.

You opened your eyes, suppressing a smile. Moiraine whispered praise in your ear, and after a moment her lips were on your neck, trailing lazy kisses from the base of your ear to your shoulder.

“I need to start preparing,” you heard from your other side, and Siuan was watching the two of you from where she laid. “Soon you’re going to be kicking me off the Amyrlin.”

You rolled your eyes, and she laughed, pulling you away from Moiraine so that you were almost laying on top of her. She pulled you in for a kiss, and you melted into her touch.

Soon you felt Moiraine’s lips on the back of your bare shoulder, trailing kisses down your back, and you felt desperation begin to claw at you. You wanted both of them fervently, their touch, their love, anything they would give you.

Abruptly, both of them pulled away. You sat up, looking between them in confusion.

Moiraine handed the vase to Siuan, who smirked.

“Put it back,” she ordered.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to. Your mind had to be clear to reach the Source, and with the two of them looking at you like that, Moiraine pulling you off of Siuan so your back was against her front and her placing her hands on your hips, you were well aware that your mind was anything but clear.

“Siuan…” you started, but she shook her head.

“Put it back.”

Trying to test them, you took the vase in your hands and tried to get off the bed, but Moiraine pulled you back.

“You said put it back, you didn’t say how,” you tried, but from the look Siuan gave you and the way Moiraine’s nails were digging into your hips you could tell that wasn’t the right answer.

Sighing, you closed your eyes. You were close to channeling, you could feel it, but you could also feel Moiraine’s hands sliding up to your chest, and it took over as the vastly more important sensation.

You tried again. You just needed to get it back, it just needed to go back to the dresser, it wasn’t that hard—

Moiraine’s hands were replaced with Siuan’s lips on your chest, trailing your sternum. She sucked one of your nipples into her mouth and you held back a moan, her tongue running over it and setting your skin aflame.

“Come on, pretty girl, we know you can do it,” Moiraine cooed, and you were reminded of the vase in your hands. Whining, you closed your eyes, trying desperately to get a good hold on the vase with your weaves but every time you got close Siuan would suck a mark on your chest or Moiraine would whisper something ungodly in your ear and you’d have to start over. It was torture, a cycle only you could break yourself out of and one you knew you couldn’t.

“Do you need mommy to help you, sweet thing?” Siuan purred, and you nodded desperately.

When you tried channeling again, Siuan kissed you, and all at once you felt her power connect with yours, the two of you weaving together. Her power was like a drug — you understood instantly the power she held as the Amyrlin, it was unlike any other, even Moiraine’s power that you’d felt when she had been training you. It invaded every one of your senses, left you feeling almost high in the rush with which it came over you.

You wanted more of it. It was so intimate, the way your weaves were entwined, and you held back a moan when you felt Moiraine’s join as well as she held you, the three of you perfectly in unison.

The vase went flying into the opposite wall, shattering to a million pieces, and it hardly took any effort at all.

When their power withdrew from you, you whined. It had been so perfect, the three of you connected.

You hardly had time to think about it though when Moiraine pushed you back onto the bed and straddled your hips. She captured you in a kiss, and you let your hands fall absentmindedly to her waist.

She began to work her way down your body, and you relaxed under her touch. You’d been working so hard lately at channeling, you had hardly let yourself have a break, and a break was well needed.

“So gorgeous,” Moiraine said softly. She moved between your legs, beginning to kiss your thighs. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

You held back a moan at her words that escaped when Siuan kissed you. Her hands found your chest again, groping at the skin, and you allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of it mixed with that of Moiraine kissing up your thighs.

You gasped when Moiraine’s tongue slid through your folds, your back arching when she began to focus on your clit. Siuan whispered praise in your ear but you could hardly hear it, so focused on how they were touching you, how your entire being was aching for them.

One of Siuan’s hands took hold of your jaw, and firmly she pulled you into a kiss. You moaned into it, one of your hands tangling in her hair in an effort to pull her closer.

Moiraine slid two fingers into you, eliciting a low moan from you as she began to pump them in and out of you languidly. Her touch was a drug you’d forever be addicted to.

“Look at you,” Siuan said, “so fucking perfect. You’re doing so well for us, our gorgeous girl.”

You whined, your back arching into her touch as again her lips found your chest. She kissed along your breasts, sucking deep bruises onto them that made you gasp. You began to squirm slightly under the intensity of the touch of both of them. It was all becoming so much, the pleasure was almost blinding.

“Stop moving,” Moiraine ordered from between your thighs, and you tried your best, but when her tongue went back to your clit your hips bucked into her touch and she had to use her free hand to hold them down.

“Baby,” Siuan cooed, coming back up to be level with you, though she still loomed above you. “You’ve been so good, don’t ruin it now.”

You nodded and pulled her into a kiss. You could feel your orgasm approaching steadily, and Moiraine began to quicken her movements inside of you, eliciting a gasp from you. With every movement the two of them were inching you closer and closer to euphoria.

Moiraine sucked your clit into your mouth. She moaned, and the vibrations of it had you whining. You grasped for her hand on your stomach, entwining your fingers with hers.

“Are you going to cum for us, angel?” asked Siuan.

You nodded vigorously, any semblance of words having escaped you long ago.

“Let go for us, love,” she purred, and your orgasm crashed over you in waves of euphoria — so strong, so intense, and nothing you had felt or would feel could ever compare. It sucked the air from your lungs, pulled your muscles taut, and when it finally receded it left you gasping.

Moiraine climbed up to lay at your side. She pulled you into a soft kiss. When she pulled away she took a moment to look you over, checking on you, running her hands over the bruises left by Siuan. She smiled softly at the marks.

“So pretty,” she whispered, almost to herself.

Siuan took over your other side, draping an arm over your waist. You could have stayed like that forever, basking in the cool morning light and blanketed in the warmth of your girlfriends’ touch.

The vase suddenly invaded your thoughts. It was on the floor still, shattered.

“The vase,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean to break it, I can replace it if you’d like.”

The two of them smiled mischievously. Moiraine shook her head, almost in disbelief. You watched them in confusion — you were in Siuan’s chambers in the White Tower, and you knew the Amyrlin’s room was filled with expensive decor, much of which belonged to prior Amyrlins.

“What is it?” You asked hesitantly.

“I don’t think you can replace that one,” Moiraine said with a slight laugh.

“It belonged to another Amyrlin,” Siuan explained.

You looked at them in horror, speechless.

“Don’t,” Siuan said, still smiling, trying to console you. “Don’t feel bad. From what I’ve read, she was a bitch.”

[hahnspoetrycorner]

My Love, Mine All Mine

A/N: HELLLOOOO!!! I'm back! Sorry for the loooooooong period of inactivity. I was struggling to write for a while but some good good friends of mine helped inspire me and this is the result of that. My writing my be rusty so apologies if it's a bit meh.

Also NEW FANDOM!!! Natasha O'Keeffe... if you're free next Thursday I have a day off and I am totally 100% free.

Lanfear x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, fluff, lots of touching, mentions of violence... nothing graphic I don't think, Moiraine isn't nice in this, reader is female but I tried to keep it as neutral as possible.

Title inspired by the Mitski song of the same name, Lanfear would listen to it and think of her love I KNOW IT

Tagged: @baubeautyandthegeek

You don’t remember falling asleep, but as you woke up you felt soft fingers tracing along your scalp, another gentle hand holding you close to someone tightly. You shuffled in closer to them but kept your eyes shut, hearing them exhale a laugh. 

“Still feeling tired, my darling?” Lanfear muttered gently against your head, making you smile where your head rested against her shoulder. You nodded your head against her shoulder once you were comfortable, feeling her hold you tighter. 

If you could, you wouldn’t ever leave her embrace, she was always so warm and gentle, not like the Forsaken you’d been told about so often. Moiraine had warned you she wasn’t to be trusted, but you’d seen a completely different side to her, one you couldn’t have imagined. When those Whitecloaks stormed Falme and Lanfear saw you in danger, being chased by some of those wretched men, she had to step in. You were too busy watching them to notice the tall, raven-haired woman not too far ahead of you. You stumbled into her, but she caught you with ease. You hid your face against her shoulder as you heard the men screaming, not daring to turn and look at them, or whatever this woman was doing to them. She held you close without thinking.

“Are you alright?” She asked gently, wondering how you were left alone in the midst of an attack. 

“Y-Yes… I think so. How did you-” The woman began pulling you away from the destruction and fighting and into the tower, finding a room that was secluded enough the two of you wouldn’t be found. 

“Who are you?” You asked, watching as she turned her head to face you.

“And why would you need to know that?” She’d turned her whole body to face you now, allowing you to look at her properly for the first time. She was gorgeous. Pale skin, bright blue eyes, long black hair that fell against her back. You’d never seen a woman so gorgeous.

“Hello?” She clicked her fingers in your face to get your attention, not missing the slight blush that crept up on her cheeks at the attention, nor the bashful smile she gave you.

“Sorry… I just wanted to know who saved me so I could thank them properly,” You replied, still looking at her in awe of her beauty. Her hand gently touched your cheek, stroking it with her fingers. 

“Lanfear,” She spoke quietly, as if muttering her name was dangerous. It was an unusual name, but still pretty nonetheless. You smiled at her as you told her your name. 

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” you blushed. The screaming began to die down from outside, both of you listening intently. “Hmm… I think it’s safe to go back out.” You suggested, her hand still holding your cheek gently. 

“Maybe, I think we should stay here a little longer. Just to be safe,” She’d moved closer to you, noses almost touching. 

“I think that’s a smart idea,” You agreed, finding yourself more drawn to her by the minute.

Surprisingly, you spent most of that time finding out about each other, Lanfear asking you more questions than her answering yours. After a while you both decided to emerge, Lanfear holding your hand ‘as a way to protect you’, she’d said. Not that you didn’t want her to, her hand was soft and warm. You both stood, dotted amongst the crowd as the banner was raised across the sky in fire, the Dragon claiming himself. You watched as Lanfear smiled proudly and you couldn’t help but smile at her. She glanced over at you, smiling brighter as she tugged you closer with her hand. She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek as her arm snuck around your waist. You could feel the blush rushing to your cheeks as you leant against her. 

Later on, when you and Moiraine found each other in Falme, you’d spent most of the time talking about Rand and what had happened. When you mentioned a dark-haired woman saving you she stilled. When you told her who’d done it, she looked exasperated. 

“She cannot be trusted! She’s a Forsaken, one of the Dark Lord’s most powerful soldiers. And you’ve been aimlessly flirting with her?!? I never took you for an idiot, but this is a stupid move from you.” Moiraine’s words stung, the harshness of her tone breaking your heart. You couldn’t see how Lanfear could be that person. 

“She isn’t like that Moiraine! She wants to see the world and explore, she wants to make this world a better place. If she is a Forsaken, then she’s the nicest I’ve ever met! And if she’s really as evil as you say she is, why did she save me from Whitecloaks? Why did she protect me and hide the pair of us away from them until it was safe?”

“There may be an ulterior motive that we’re not seeing… I don’t see what she would gain from having you in her grasp. Hardly the strongest channeller,” Moiraine kept laying down harsh criticism after harsh criticism, so much so you fled the room after a while, not wanting to listen to it anymore. You walked the streets of Falme haphazardly, the tears blurring your vision until you bumped into someone.

“Oh- I’m so sorry, I- Lanfear?” Lanfear stood before you, arms holding your shoulders gently. The second she saw your tear stained cheeks and felt the way you were shaking, she whisked you away back to her room. Her arms wrapped around you so tightly, feeling you sob into her chest made her heart shatter. She’d have to make whoever hurt you like this pay.

“Who did this to you, sweetheart?” She asked you, once again her voice light and soft, making you question how she could be a Forsaken.

“Who hurt you like this? I can’t stand to see anyone hurting you like this,” Lanfear pulled away, brushing your hair behind your ears before holding your cheeks. Her thumbs wiped at the still falling tears.

“I-It was Moiraine. She- she told me you’re a- a Forsaken. Is it true?” You looked her in the eyes and saw fear creep into them. 

“I am, darling. But I promise you, I mean you no harm. All I wanted to do was save a pretty girl from a bunch of evil men, I didn’t expect to find her so beautiful and charming.”

She smiled at you so softly, her lips leaving a featherlight kiss above each of your eyes, the soreness from crying disappearing. 

“She told me you must’ve had an ulterior motive for saving me. But it couldn’t be for my channelling because I’m not strong enough, can’t be connected to an Ajah, there’s no way I’m powerful enough to become one. I’m not that pretty, I don’t have any good or royal connections… I’m-“ She cut you off by kissing your lips gently. They were soft, featherlight yet almost dominating. She knew what she wanted from this kiss and she would have it. And you’d let her take it.

“I don’t want to hear you say anything negative about yourself like that… Ever. You’re beautiful, and from what you told me earlier, brave, kind and smart. As for channelling, well, you’ve got me. I can help you train and keep you safe. I can protect you from anyone who wishes to harm you. Even that little Aes Sedai. If you want me to?” Her eyes were expressive, showing the clear desperation she felt to keep you safe. You couldn’t deny you felt automatically safe around her, wanting to stick by her side. Especially after the way Moiraine spoke to you. You nodded, wanting her to keep you safe for as long as she could, before she kissed you once more. 

You both spent a lot of time running from Moiraine and Lan, staying in the most obscure places you could, exploring the world as much as you could at the same time. That’s what led you here, to this small cabin in the middle of the woods. It had been quiet and sweet, almost romantic without the given circumstances. As Lanfear’s fingers continued to massage your head gently, you smiled, feeling content with her in that moment. 

“When did you get back?” You asked, feeling guilty for missing her coming home. 

“I’m not sure, you were asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake you, you looked so peaceful. And I know it’s been hard for you to rest,” Lanfear watched you snuggle up closer, moving your head to rest gently on her chest. 

“I find it hard to sleep when you’re not home… or at least when I don’t know where you are. I don’t want anyone hurting you,” You didn’t want to admit the truth to her. The fear you felt whenever you were travelling between places was inevitable, but when she was gone, your fear increased tenfold. She cupped your chin with her fingers softly, before turning you to face her. 

“Baby, it pains me far too much to be away from you. And I’ll always, always come back to you no matter what. I can’t bear to think about your little heartbroken face. Thinking about anyone even thinking about hurting you makes me want to unleash the true extent of my power upon the world,” Lanfear kissed the corner of your mouth, the softness of her lips always surprising you. You moved a hand to cup her cheek, pulling her even closer to you. Your nose almost bumped her own, much like when you were first together in Falme. 

“And that little Aes Sedai won’t be finding us for a little while,” Lanfear’s breath was hot against your face, her lips claiming your own gently, before you pulled away softly.

“What do you mean?” you asked. Part of you was slightly concerned at what she might’ve done to Moiraine and Lan, but most of you was happy to finally have time with Lanfear that wouldn’t be cut short by their sudden appearance or needing to leave so they wouldn’t appear. 

“They aren’t injured or hurt… I may have lured them into the Waygate and blasted them back to their starting point in Falme. We deserve a little time together, I haven’t been able to spend any real time with you. My precious girl,” She chuckled gently as you pulled her in for a kiss. Your lips took charge this time, moving yourself so you were on top of her, straddling her. She laughed into the kiss once more, having never seen this side of you before. 

“That means we’ll actually get to spend time together without having to worry about them?” You asked in disbelief. You couldn’t believe you had this time with her uninterrupted. 

“Well, the closest Waygate to where we are is five days by horse, even longer on foot. And the Waygate to Falme may temporarily be out of action right now thanks to a cute little spider.” Lanfear trailed kisses down your face to your neck, gently sucking the skin enough to leave a little mark. 

“Remind me to thank the Spiderling for that,” Your voice caught in your throat at Lanfear’s softness, her hands holding your waist as she moved her lips down to nibble at your exposed collarbone. 

“What about my thanks? I’m the one who led them off our trail… and blasted them through the Waygate back to Falme? Don’t I get a thank you?” She teased, pulling away from you to look in your eyes. You rolled your eyes softly before giving her a peck on the lips. 

“What made you think you weren’t going to get a thank you?” You kissed her once more, before moving down to her neck. She still had her usual clothes on, trousers and a loose shirt. As you worked your way down the skin exposed by her open shirt she sighed contentedly. 

“I love you, my darling.” Lanfear’s voice shocked you, making you pause and look her in the eyes. Her eyes began to fill with fear before you smiled back at her, leaning up to kiss her one more time. 

“I love you too, my Forsaken.”

[wot-tidbits]

Interesting error to check your trivia

On 21:29-21:46

Moiraine to Rand talking about the Aiel War:

"To kill him for breaking his oath to protect the tree and destroying the pledge of peace of it. And they hunted him, burning every city in the Westlands unitl they finally caught him on the slopes of Dragonmount and killed him there."

I am making this post with the genuine question if there is someone who can recognize what is the most interesting error in this quote?

This is not mocking of the script or jab for it. Not this time.

I am not talking about more obvious errors in the narrative like Aiel crossing the whole land. Or talking about bad errors which ruin everything.

But something I suspect that is hard to find even for hardcore fans. Something that if I ask 100 fans who have read all the books, 100 of them will answer that they see nothing wrong.

But this is only my presumption. May be more of you can surprise me while testing your knowledge of WOT canon.

Hint if you are still curious and willing to spare time on it. The error is not connected about Laman despite the context of the quote.

Let the Light keep you safe.

LightOne

[skyholly]

The best kept secret

Summary: What if Moiraine had a baby daughter she and Siuan were forced to leave to Anvaere to raise as her own?

moiraine/siuan

Chapter 1 here!

Chapter 2 here!

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Chapter 3. Guinevere

Guinevere let the box slip from her hands with an indifferent motion, the sound of its contents clattering echoed through the room as it hit the floor. She wistfully glanced around the sombre chambers that belonged to her aunt, struggling to get a hold of her thoughts. She’s here. What is she doing in Cairhien after all these years? She’s mean and rude to my mother. She can’t bear to look at my face and ignores me. She’s left again. Why is she so cold and unapproachable? She’s leaving again and she’s carrying a sword. She can’t channel. 

She can’t touch the Source. 

It made so much sense. Why she couldn’t feel her, why she couldn’t reach to her with the One Power. 

She’s been stilled. 

Guinevere dropped into the mattress, closing her eyes in the process. What in the Creator’s name is going on here? The young girl pressed her hands over her forehead, frustrated, trying to put the pieces together, organising her thoughts, folding files of information in drawers within her mind.

Moiraine has been looking for the Dragon Reborn all these years. 

Moiraine entered the White Tower with five potential dragons. 

Moiraine was exiled from the Tower. 

Moiraine left for the Eye of the World, and everyone came back except for one, a male channeler. The Dragon Reborn, presumed dead, at least by Egwene. 

Moiraine went missing for months. 

Moiraine has been stilled. 

Now Moiraine is in Cairhien, searching for something, or someone, she believes to be in danger.

What will the Tower do about it? 

Guinevere shot back up at such thought, her heart pounding in her chest, and started to anxiously pace around the room, clicking her fingers in the process. The Amyrlin. She’d completely forgotten about the woman’s request. “If you hear from Moiraine, let me know”. Guinevere was intruded by a thought upon remembering her words: the older women ought to have known something. 

Could the Amyrlin suspect of Moiraine’s doings? No, that’s unlikely, her fate would have been worse than exile. Unless… they were in it together. Were Siuan aware of Moiraine’s endeavours, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d heard such rumours of the two women; everyone at the Tower knew they used to be friends as Novices. But why, why was Moiraine hiding from the Amyrlin then? What was she hiding? Maybe she’s gone rogue. 

And what was she doing in Cairhien? Why did she leave in the middle of the night with a sword on her back? It was too big a puzzle and Guinevere had nothing but vague pieces, she needed more information, but there was no one she could go to willing to provide her some answers. 

That night, she had an intriguing dream that bore an uncanny resemblance to a memory, stirring an unsettling sense of familiarity within her.

She couldn’t have been more than five years old, and she was crying, scared and confused about all the screaming around her, people pulling on her little body, demanding to take her away. Her father was there, staring with pleading eyes at the woman holding her, Anvaere by his side, extending her arms towards her, and Guinevere wanted to get to her more than anything in the world. To reach her mama. And then, suddenly, her screaming turned into soft whimpers, as she was being carried around her home in her mother’s arms. Only it wasn’t her mother, it was her Aunt Moiraine. “Shh, it’s alright, my dear Winnie. Everything’s alright,” she soothed her, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words as she walked into what must have been her nursery as a toddler. “Shh,” the woman kept on whispering, lovingly caressing her back, “it’s alright, I’m here, your mother is here.” 

Guinevere leaped up from her bed, gasping for air, her mind trying to make meaning of the dream, but she couldn’t possibly come up with an answer. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, the dream lingering in her mind like a stubborn mist. It had felt so… unnatural. As if her mind had been constantly fighting an intruder who unrelentingly kept on pushing the images onto her brain. Almost as if… no, that was impossible. The Forsaken are gone. No one alive has been successful at Tel’aran’rhiod… that you know of. 

Guinevere slumped into bed once again, pressing the palms of her hands against her eyes, hard enough that it began to hurt. I’m losing my mind. For how long she remained in such a position, she didn’t know, but at some point a knock on her door drove her out of her slumber. She removed her hands from her face, and slowly opened her eyes. At first, she couldn’t see anything but dots and spots of brightness, her eyes adjusting to the light. 

“Winnie?” Her mother peeked through the door. “Oh good, you’re awake,” she said, entering the room, “you should get ready. The royal wedding tasting is in an hour, and Barthanes wants you to come.” 

“Alright,” Guinevere responded, stretching, “I’ll start getting ready then.”

“Perfect, darling.” Anvaere said, turning around. 

“Wait!” The young girl stopped her mother before she could leave the room. “Did… did Aunt Moiraine come home last night?”

Anvaere and hesitated for a second, holding onto the door frame. “She has not come back, dearest,” she said, sending a pitiful look towards her, “but you shouldn’t worry, your aunt is more than capable of taking care of herself.” 

Is she?

“Mmh,” Guinevere hummed, as she nibbled on a piece of pastry, “I think I liked the raspberries one better.” 

“So do I.” Barthanes agreed, as he winked an eye to her. 

Their mother sighed, delicately putting a napkin over Guinevere’s skirt. “Lemon will suit everyone’s palette better,” she explained, “and besides, raspberries are too messy. Look at your mouth, Gwen. You wouldn’t want your guests to look like that, Barthanes.” 

“What’s wrong with my mouth?” The girl asked, quickly reaching for a napkin to clean the edges of her mouth. 

“They won’t,” the man laughed, “because they actually know how to eat. Unlike my dear little sister who has the daintiness of a lumber man.” 

“Barthaness!” Anvaere scolded him, but she was too late, as he was already throwing a piece of cake towards the young girl, messing up her dress. 

“You wool-headed fool!” Guinevere grinned, as she grabbed on a piece of pudding to toss towards her brother, but her mother was faster. She seized her wrist and forced it back to the table. “That’ll be enough foolishness for today.” She declared, sternly, before turning towards the cook, who bore an uncomfortable smile on his face. “I believe you were about to present these delicious looking canapes, were you not?”

The man was preparing yet another platter for them to taste, when the doors to the kitchen opened abruptly, Moiraine rushing through the steps towards them, a tall man following her. A man she knew. Rand. It took Guinevere a few seconds to recognise him, her house being the last place she’d ever expected to run into him, and with Moiraine. She felt the air get caught up in her throat, and then left out a shaky exhale, the boy always had that effect on her for some reason. As if she were holding her breath every time he wasn’t around. 

She saw the redheaded studying the room, before his eyes set on her, opening them in surprise. I guess this is the last place he expected to see me as well. He raised his eyebrows, directing a suspicious look her way, one she eagerly returned. You are the one barging into my home, and with my aunt out of all people. 

“Oh good, you’re back.” Anvaere commented, rather uninterested, shoving Guinevere out of her stupor. “And you’ve brought back a friend.”

“Aunt Moiraine!” Barthanes chuckled, as he earnestly stood up, clearly over the moon about seeing the woman after so long. “I-I could hardly believe it when my sister said you were here. It’s… it’s been fifteen years.” 

Guinevere looked at her aunt, and realised she’d been staring at her. The older woman hurriedly drew her gaze away, focusing on her nephew, and awkwardly smiled. “I think you were as high as this table last time I saw you.” She replied. 

Barthanes tried reaching for her hands, but their aunt uncomfortably placed them over her stomach, avoiding his touch. “You… you… well, you look almost exactly the same.” The young man added, smiling, trying to soften the unpleasant mood that her aunt’s restraint had caused.

“If somewhat bedraggled.” Anvare intervened, with a grin. Her mother’s words brought Guinevere to her feet, as she finally settled her eyes on the pair’s clothing. They were both covered in dirt, and blood. What does Moiraine have to do with Rand?  “I’m imagining you didn’t come back for the royal wedding tasting?”

“Come on, Mother.” Barthanes laughed. “She’s got better things to do than pretend she can taste the difference between raspberries and thimbleberries. You must be my aunt’s Warder.” He added, pointing at Rand. 

The boy shifted uncomfortably in his place, looking at Moiraine for help. “I’m not a Warder.” 

“This is… Rand.” Moiraine hesitated for a second.

“A pleasure, Rand. I’m, uh, Barthanes Damodred,” her brother introduced himself, “and these are my—

“We’ve met.” Anvaere and Guinevere said, in unison. Her aunt lifted her eyebrows at that, staggered, but swiftly regained her expression under control, a blank mien taking over her face.

“We need horses, two. Coursers if you have them.”

“I’ll have them brought to the house. We have a whole stable of the very best. A gift from the Queen.” Anvaere flaunted.

“And you must come to the wedding.” Barthanes rushed to say, fearing their aunt was leaving again. “It’s just a few weeks away. Can you believe that I will be marrying Queen Galdrian?” He commented, in disbelief. And then added, in a silly tone: “now that makes me your King. So I shall expect full subservience.”

Moiraine chuckled. “It’s a happy match, I hope.” She said, with a genuine smile. Guinevere couldn’t help but to feel jealous. Why was she so kind to her brother? 

“The name Damodred is held in high esteem. That is happiness enough.” Her mother said, in a serious tone. 

“Well…”Moiraine looked around, “I shall go and wash upstairs. Perhaps a meal for Rand, in the meantime. And then some fresh clothes before we leave?”

“Yes, of course. We’ll find him something fitting from my wardrobe.” Barthanes assured. 

“Thank you.” Moiraine said, as she started making her way towards the stairs.

“Is that… blood?” Her brother commented, pointing towards Moiraine’s clothes, but she interrupted him. 

“It truly has been good to see you, nephew. Or… should I say, My Liege.” She smiled, awkwardly bowing to him, her smile an amusing grin. There it was again. That green monster creeping through her guts. Guinevere shoved it away. 

The young girl waited until her aunt had left. “I believe I should help Rand find some new clothes,” she said, as she stood up, intensely staring at the red headed boy, “come with me.” 

Rand hesitantly followed her into the hallways, after respectfully nodding his head towards the girl’s mother and brother. “Jhonas,” Guinevere said, upon running into the older man on their way, “could you ask one of the servants to bring some fresh clothes from my brother’s closet for our guest? We’ll be in the room in the east wing.” 

“Of course, little lady.” The old man bowed, and left. 

Guinevere and Rand remained quiet for the rest of the way, while sharing confused looks with each other. The girl opened the door to the guest room, hastily forced Rand in by pushing him on his back, and made sure there was no one in the hallway before delicately shutting it close. 

“You know my Aunt Moiraine?!”, “You are Moiraine’s niece?!” They both said, at the same time. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“How was I supposed to know you knew my aunt?” Guinevere frowned. 

“Well how was I supposed to know I knew you were her niece?” Rand replied, mirroring her expression. 

“I look remarkably similar to her, for starters? My last name being Damodred, just like her?” She put on a sceptical look, while crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s your excuse?” She asked, fixing her eyes on his. 

Rand huffed, annoyed. “That I arrived with her to Tár Valon? Where we first saw each other? Surely that’s the only thing Aes Sedai at the Tower were talking about, why else would they have exiled her?” He clasped his hands against his hips, an incredulous look on his face. 

“Well I didn’t know you’d arrived with my aunt—

Guinevere went suddenly quiet, voice gone dry. Her muscles went stiff, as realisation fell upon her like a stone dropped into still water. How have I been so oblivious? Rand. He was the missing piece of the puzzle. The files on her mind started organising itselves. 

Moiraine arrived at Tár Valon with him, one of the five potential dragons. 

Moiraine travelled with him and the others to the Eye of the World, where one of the boys had died (or at least Egwene seemed to believe as much ). And then, Rand didn’t return to the Two Rivers, instead, he escaped to Cairhien, telling no one (she presumed, due to his elusiveness) about it. 

Moiraine didn’t inform anyone at the White Tower about her mission, about her success at it (or failure? If everything turned out the way she expected, why didn’t she inform the Amyrlin?)

Moiraine returned home to look for Rand, who Guinevere guessed was the one Egwene presumed dead; had it been Perrin, the Novice surely would’ve told her as much. 

Rand is the boy who went to the Eye of the World and didn’t make it. 

Rand is the Dragon Reborn. 

“Aren’t you going to get that?” The redheaded boy said, taking her out of her stupor. 

“Huh?” She asked, raising her head, meeting his eyes. Those blue, kind, familiar eyes that had wrinkled at her jokes so many times, eyes that always softened whenever they set on her. How is it even possible? How didn’t I realise? 

“The door.” The boy urged her, as he brushed past her, and opened it to let a servant in. 

“My Lord, my Lady,” the young man bowed, “here are the clothes you requested. Shall I leave them in the bed for you?”

“Y-yes,” Guinevere stuttered, still in shock, “thank you.” 

She waited until the boy left, and turned around to look at Rand. To actually look at him. She couldn’t help but to see him through different lenses. The Dragon Reborn. Her kind, funny, sweet friend… potentially the most dangerous man in the world. He who would be their salvation, or he who could be their damnation. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, eyebrows folding in confusion.

“N-nothing,” she rushed to say, unsure of how to act under such revelations, “you should probably go clean yourself up,” she added, pointing towards a door on the back of the room, “there’s a tub and some fresh cloths and a bowl with warm water, I’ll wait for you here.” 

“Alright,” he replied, grabbing her brother’s clothes, and walked towards the room, sending one last inquisitive look her way. 

Guinevere dropped into the mattress of the bed as soon as the door closed behind him. She didn’t know what to do. Should she confront him? Was she putting her family at risk by doing so? No, Rand wouldn’t hurt anyone. But wouldn’t he? Dragon or not, he was a man that could channel, and that was dangerous enough. The madness… but he seems so normal. Should she notify the Amyrlin about it? The ring on her finger, fitting impossibly tight at the moment, made her feel compelled to do so. But the Reds would gentle him. Did she ought to inform the Tower about him anyway? Wasn’t it her obligation? I’ve made a vow. Guinevere knew that was the sensible thing to do, the correct thing to do, but she couldn’t help but wonder. Something was shifting, she had been able to sense the Wheel pulling on its strings for some time, my dreams… and then she realised it was because of him. The Dragon had been born once again, the Pattern weaved around him. The Last Battle was coming, and Guinevere sensed there were more players at the game that she could even think of. And there was only one person that could give her the answers: Moiraine. 

Guinevere realised she didn’t have one reason to trust the Aes Sedai, but she felt unable not to do so. She was finally able to think about her aunt from another perspective. She’s sacrificed so much. She’s travelled for most of her life, turned away friends and family, walked into the Eye of the World ready to die in the hopes she was securing everyone’s future but hers, she was stilled… all because of the boy with a shy smile that was but feet away from her. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind, the same words she uttered everytime Guinevere had come to her for advice: “There are two things my sister understands better than anyone. The difference between right and wrong, and how much harder it is sometimes to do what is right.”

Guinevere didn’t know much, but she was certain of one thing: whatever it was Moiraine was doing, it was the right thing to do. She felt embarrassment taint her cheeks, she was an Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah, she was a servant to everyone, it was about time she put her childish resentment behind, and found a way to help Moiraine. She needed to talk to her. 

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and Rand emerged, looking slightly more refreshed but still carrying an air of tension. His eyes, piercing and yet familiar, locked onto Guinevere. “You look troubled,” he remarked, breaking the silence.

Guinevere faked a smile, masking the whirlwind of thoughts inside her. "Just... a lot on my mind," she replied, trying to steady her voice. "It’s not every day my aunt returns after fifteen years with such a mysterious guest in tow." She added, forcing a grin on her mien. 

Rand chuckled, as if he understood more than he let on. "I suppose not," he said, his voice careful. "I’m sorry if my presence has caused any trouble. I didn’t mean to disrupt anything."

She shook her head quickly. "No, it’s not that. It’s just... you know how families can be." She laughed nervously, as she stood up. “You should go to the kitchens, a meal will be served for you. Unless of course you’d rather get some sleep before leaving.” 

“I-I can’t sleep.”

“If you have trouble sleeping I can help with that.” 

“Gwen… I can’t explain much, only that it’d be dangerous for me to fall asleep right now.” Yet something else I can’t figure out. 

“I see.”

“Thank you, anyway, I appreciate your offer.”

Guinevere pursed her lips, as a thought came to her. “Would you like me to take your tiredness away? It’d take a second.” 

Rand observed her, and opened his mouth in approval, silently scolding himself for not thinking about it before. “I would like that, thank you.” 

Guinevere focused her mind, her hands hovering just inches from Rand's temples. She closed her eyes and felt the familiar warmth of the One Power flowing through her, a comforting rush of energy that steadied her nerves. She directed the Power towards Rand, gently easing his fatigue, and there it was. She sensed it, his power. It was so different from Saidar. It felt so unlike healing Egwene, whose power felt warm, and so easily embraced hers. Rand’s, on the other hand, felt rigid, reluctant to her own, but somehow so familiar. She pushed a bit more, and she felt as if she were colliding against a brick wall. She’d never felt such immense power. Guinevere slowly opened her eyes, and exhaled, trying to mask her apprehension. He really is the Dragon Reborn. 

She found Rand staring at her, exhaustion slowly draining from his eyes, filling hers instead, but she didn’t mind. She was used to it. Healing caused exhaustion to all sisters, but it tired her the most out of all, for some reason. Her sisters said it was because she was too young, that she wasn’t as powerful. Guinevere believed that was probably true. 

“Better?” She asked, clearing her throat. 

Rand’s expression softened, his eyes brightening. "Thank you, Gwen. I do feel better.” He paused, his gaze searching her face, as his hands reached for hers. “You didn't have to do that.”

Guinevere squeezed palms, already used to that electric buzz she felt every time she touched him. How didn’t I realise? 

“It's the least I can do,” she replied, her voice tinged with sincerity. “You should probably go join my brother now, and have something to eat.” 

“Okay.” Rand carefully caressed the back of her hand, and turned towards the door. 

Guinevere waited until Rand had left, and then rushed towards her aunt’s bedroom, just as her mother was leaving the place. She spotted the young girl, and her preoccupied frown turned into a soft smile. She slightly grabbed on her daughter’s shoulder, and left a kiss on her cheek. “Do help her, please.” Anvaere whispered in her ear, before turning away. 

The young girl’s forehead creased in confusion, but her mother’s request became evident the second she entered the room. Moiraine had dark circles under her eyes, her skin looked pale and dull, her body almost limping under fatigue, all of it concealed under an almost perfect vigorous facade. 

“Do help her, please.” Her mother had begged, but Guinevere couldn’t stand sensing the older woman with the One Power. She’d tried doing so the night before, and it had left her feeling nauseated. Being from the Yellow Ajah, she’d seen terrible things, but nothing like that. Reaching for her had felt as if she were grasping a maimed, bloody limb with its skin ripped, soulless and cold to the touch. Guinevere’s heart clenched when thinking about how the older woman must’ve been feeling, the thoughts that must’ve been racing through her head at all times. How hasn’t she killed herself yet? 

Guinevere swiftly intercepted Moiraine’s path, as she was making her way out of the room. The older woman glared at her, eyes meeting hers. They always evaded her, as if she were afraid her eyes would talk for her. 

“Guinevere, I don’t have time for whatever this is,” she sighed, “I’ve got to—

“I know, Aunt Moiraine.” She somehow managed to say, her voice almost breaking. Why? Why do you resent me so much? Why do you treat Barthanes so kindly? How is he any different? But she couldn’t dwell on such thoughts. She stood firm on his choice of helping her, and once Guinevere had set her mind on something, it became impossible for her to drift off course. “I know everything. About your mission, about Rand…”

Moiraine stopped abruptly in her tracks, and turned around in an almost lethargic manner. For the first time, she saw cracks in her aunt’s stoic masquerade, fear and uncertainty slipping through them. “H-How… could you…”

“Egwene. She’s a novice in the White Tower now, and we crossed paths.”

“Mmh, no,” Moiraine shook her head, placing a hand over her forehead, “Egwene wouldn’t have told you,” she said, finally looking in her direction, studying her, “she wouldn’t have told anyone. She knows, better than anyone, what’s at risk.” 

Guinevere remained quiet, perplexed at her aunt’s agitation, an almost imperceptible smug smile claiming her lips, as she couldn’t help but feel arrogance flow through her veins. Finally, she had the upper hand. “Let’s just say I’m used to getting people to do as I please.” 

Moiraine fixed her gaze on her, her eyes squinting in scepticism. She held  her breath for a second, and then slowly, but firmly let it out. She was looking at Guinevere as if it were the first time she’d ever seen her. “You have the Talent for Compulsion.” The girl didn’t respond, which was an answer itself. 

“There’s something else you should know, Aunt Moiraine,” Guinevere added, walking a few steps towards her, “before leaving for Cairhien, the Amyrlin asked to see me,” Moiraine eyes brightened at the mention of the Aes Sedai, but the young girl didn’t comment on it. So they are working together. Or were, at least. 

“And?” Moiraine asked, tilting her head. 

“She asked me to inform her, should I get news from you.”

“Did you make an oath? Did she make you swear it?” Moiraine inquired her, expectantly. 

Guinevere waited a handful of seconds before replying, amused by seeing apprehension creep under her aunt’s indifferent disguise. Arrogance is a dangerous thing. “No.”

Moiraine nodded. “She trusts you, then.”

“She does,” Guinevere agreed, “but she shouldn’t. I’m here to help you, aunt Moiraine. I don’t understand what’s going on, not fully, but I trust you’re doing what’s right. Tell me what to do and I’ll do as much.”

“You’d betray The Amyrlin?” Moiraine asked, putting on a guarded stance. She doesn’t believe me. 

“I would, Moiraine. I know Rand, and I’m on his side. I’m on your side.” Guinevere exhaled, as she mustered enough bravery to reach for the woman’s hands, squeezing them tightly. 

The woman went stiff at her touch at first, but then eased into it, gripping on Guinevere’s hands even harder. She looked at her, tears she would not let fall accumulating in her eyes. She nodded. “Let’s go find Rand, then.” 

Moiraine updated her as they walked towards the kitchen, briefing her about the events in the Eye of the World, Ishamael, and how now Lanfear was their biggest threat at the moment.

“Except she isn’t,” Guinevere puzzled out, as she came to a halt next to the kitchen’s door, “he’s told me about a woman that has been in his life lately, if she wanted him dead, she would’ve done so already.”

“Exactly.” Moiraine said, as she pushed on the door. 

The pair of them stood on the upper floor, glancing down at the two men playing cards at the table. 

“Time to go?” Rand asked, looking up towards the older woman, surprised to see Guinevere by her side. 

“No, actually,” Moiraine replied, leaning against the rail, “we’re staying.”

Moiraine gestured to the boy to follow her, which the redheaded man did quickly, staring with incertitude at Guinevere, who steadily followed their steps. “By Moiraine, why is she—

“Shh,” the older woman scolded him, “wait until we’re alone.” 

They continued their walk in silence towards the guest room that had been assigned to Rand, and as soon as they closed the door behind them Guinevere started moving her hands in intricate motions, pulling on weaves Rand could not see. 

“That’ll do it.” She said, turning around with her hands on her hips. “No one from the outside will be able to hear us. Or shouldn’t, theoretically, I’m not that good at anything else but Healing, I’m afraid.” 

“What is she doing here?” Rand asked, putting on a cautious stance, looking at her with evident worry in his eyes. 

“She knows, Rand,” Moiraine said, and added before he could intervene, “you can trust her.”

“Yes, I know I can trust her,” he replied, lips laced with anger, “that’s why I don’t want her to have anything to do with this.”

“How—

“You’ll get hurt, eventually!” He yelled at her. 

Guinevere took a deep breath, feeling sympathy for the boy, but also feeling quite frustrated. “I’m a fully capable and trained Aes Sedai, Rand.” She remarked, keeping her temper at bay. “I can take better care of myself than you, and I believe I get a saying on what I believe I ought to fight for. And that’s you.” 

He stared at her, just as firm on his choice as she was on hers, but realised fighting wouldn’t lead to anything. Guinevere was just as, if not more, stubborn as Egwene. 

“Alright…” he reluctantly conceded, “so what’s the plan now?” He asked, glancing around the room, following Moiraine’s gaze towards the bed. “You said I can’t sleep or she’ll find me.”

“Yes,” Moiraine agreed, “she will.”

“You want her too.” Rand affirmed, looking appalled. 

“She’s been with you what, two, three months now? If she wanted to hurt you, she’s had ample opportunity. But she hasn’t. What does she want?”

“I don’t know.” Rand sighed. “If you’d asked me a few days ago, I would’ve said she wanted me. To be with me.” Guinevere felt something in her stomach, something she couldn’t —and wouldn’t— put a name to, and did her best to keep a straight face.

“Stories from before the Breaking are vague, because so much has been lost.” Moiraine explained. “But every single one that mentions Lanfear agrees that she loved the Dragon Reborn. And that he loved her, before he met his wife.”

“But she was a Darkfriend.” Rand muttered, disbelief in his eyes. 

“Only after he broke his heart. She swore her oaths to the Dark to try and get him back.”

“And what, you want me to make her think she had?” He asked, anger seeping from his voice, as he swiftly glanced at Guinevere. “You want me to pretend to be in love with a Forsaken?”

“Lanfear is working with Ishamael.” Moiraine insisted. “This could be our only chance to find out what he wants.”

“She’ll see right through it—

“Maybe,” Moiraine interrupted him, exasperated by the boy’s refusal to cooperate, “maybe, she might.”

Rand stared at her, and lazily shook his head. “I don’t know,” he whispered, “whatever she is, I don’t think everything between us was a lie.” He admitted, avoiding meeting Guinevere’s eyes, there was so much guilt on his face it seemed it would swallow him whole. She herself felt her cheeks burn at his statement, but if any of them noticed, they didn’t comment on it. 

“It’s your choice Rand,” Moiraine said, truthfully, “I mean it this time.”

Rand hesitated for a second, shifting on his feet, before walking towards the bed, standing before it while putting on a brave expression, but Guinevere could tell the fear that hunched over his shoulders, could feel his heart racing. “I don’t think I can fall asleep now,” he cleared his voice, “Gwen helped me out moments ago.”

“I can get you back to sleep.” She replied, in a thin voice. 

“We’ll stay here,” the older woman interjected, “if it seems as if she’s hurting you… I’ll wake you.”

“And if you fall asleep?” 

“I won’t let her.” Guinevere assured. “And I won’t let anything happen to you, Rand. I can put you to sleep just as easily as I can wake you. Trust me.”

“I do.” He said, and then he dropped onto the bed. Guinevere sat beside him, and grabbed his arm. “I’m going to… manipulate your heart rate, make it low enough that you go into slumber. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

“I believe you.”

“Alright… just, try not to freak out. It can feel… uncomfortable, or at least that’s what I’ve been told.” She admitted, as she tightened her grip on his arm, slowly and precisely turning it around, immersing herself in him. It was risky, slowing someone’s heart, her own pounding for dear life against her chest, but years of experience had taught her well. She steadied her breath, focusing on his heart rhythm, and nothing else. For some reason, she always imagined a flame in a void to help her concentrate. She didn’t remember whether an older Aes Sedai had taught her that, or if she had dreamt of it, but it always worked like a charm. And soon enough, Rand had closed his eyes, his breath even, mouth slightly opened. He’d fallen asleep. “I guess we have to wait now.” She commented, gently dropping the boy’s hand, turning her head towards her aunt. 

“Now we wait.” She agreed, locking her eyes into hers. “Is that another one of your Talents? Cardiac Arrest?” Moiraine asked, as she walked towards the armchair next to the fireplace. 

“Not quite,” Guinevere responded, taking a seat in front of her. Her aunt, the comfort of the chair, the warm fire burning next to them… the scene felt eerily familiar. “I mean I can stop someone’s heart fully if I wanted, but mostly I can just change them, up and down. It’s very useful in the infirmary.” 

“Mmh.” The woman smiled, a rare sight on her. “Any other Talents I should know about?” 

“I don’t think so,” Guinevere chuckled, “Healing, Cardiac Arrest… Compulsion.” She added, in a whisper. She’d always felt ashamed of it. 

Moiraine opened her mouth, and then closed it again, as if she feared regretting what she was about to ask. “How many times have you used it?”

“Not the amount you’re thinking about.” The girl replied. Moiraine lifted her eyebrows. She could tell when someone was purposely avoiding a direct answer. “I’ve barely used it, it makes me feel so guilty…” Stained. She admitted. “The last time being with Egwene.” 

“Yes, how did you even know what to ask her?” Moiraine asked, sitting straighter, her elbows against the arms of the chair. “I’m curious, how did you know who she was?”

“I healed her,” Guinevere explained, “and the boy, Perrin, when they arrived at Tár Valon. She told me they were searching for you. At the time I didn’t care much about it, you were in the Tower… but after news came that you were exiled, that you’d travelled to Shayol Ghul and then went missing… when I saw Egwene at the Tower months later, I’m afraid I couldn’t help but to ambush her, and ask.”

“About the Dragon Reborn?”

“About you.” Guinevere drew a shaky exhale in, lowering her gaze. “I was worried…” That wasn’t exactly true. I was angry. I was resentful. I wanted answers. “...worried that I’d missed you at the Tower, and then would never have the chance of seeing you again. The whole… Dragon Reborn thing came as a total surprise to me. But it helped me understand… understand you. Your absence from the Tower.” From my life. 

Guinevere looked up towards her aunt, and was surprised to see she was holding back tears. The woman shakily reached for the girl’s arm, softly caressing her forearm with her thumb. “Guinevere, I’m sure you have questions—

But they were interrupted by a loud exhale, abruptly standing up from their places as Rand incorporated from the bed. Guinevere noticed Moiraine raising her hands, shyly searching for weaves, only to seconds later let them fall weary against her waist. How hollow must she feel. 

“Rand…?” Guinevere asked, cautiously, feeling the boy’s heart racing out of his chest, hers matching his in the process, while his expression drowned in rage. 

“What did she say?” Moiraine asked. 

“I have to go.” He said, shaking his head, heading for the door. 

“Where? Did she tell you where?” Moiraine pried. 

“No!” Rand exclaimed, turning around. “Away from you, that was her condition. If she sees us together again she’ll kill you. Both of you.” He added, his gaze whirling towards Guinevere, and then back to Moiraine again. “Logain,” he muttered, “you moved him to Cairhien, didn’t you? So that I’d come here?”

“Yes, of course.” Moiraine rushed to admit, as if she were trying to prove she hadn’t been caught in a lie. “Away from the White Tower, where you’d never be able to see him, where he’d never be able to teach you.” 

“And you,” he whimpered, looking at Guinevere, “what you did to Egwene…” He started shaking his head, as Guinevere closed the steps between them, reaching for his hands. “What did she say to you?” She questioned him. 

He raised his head, locking his eyes with hers, and Guinevere’s heart broke at the sight. He hates me. “You used the One Power on her.”

“I-I did,” the girl admitted, “but Rand, it’s not what you think—

“Can you truthfully tell me you didn’t use the One Power to force her into giving you information?”

Guinevere’s lips turned into a pout, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.“I-I can’t…” she confessed, “but it’s not like that, I didn’t hurt her!”

“Like hell you didn’t!” He replied, snatching his arm away from her grip, in a motion that hurted her more than she was willing to admit. 

“Do you really believe I would hurt her?” Guinevere asked, offended. “That I’d hurt anyone?”

“I don’t know what I can believe anymore.” He sighed, lifting his arms. “I’ve stayed too long already.” He muttered, and left in a hurry. 

“She’s a Forsaken, Rand. You cannot listen to her!” Moiraine insisted, yelling at his back, but Guinevere couldn’t do anything else but to watch him disappear behind a corner, heart shattered to pieces, tears falling onto her cheeks imbued with sadness, anger, and confusion, as she found herself unable to justify such intense emotions for a boy she’d met not long ago. Why does he matter so much to me? Why does it hurt me so much?

*********

Note:

Hello! I'm sorry this took so long, I'm in the middle of finals ahah. My mind has been all over the place lately, so I apologise if there are incoherences between the first chapters and this one, I'll focus this weekend on proofreading and editing, in the meantime, feel free to comment on what you think it's hard to follow, and where the inconsistencies are. Also, I know I said this would be a Siuan POV, but I'm trying to follow with the timeline of the TV series, and I can't fit a Siuan POV just yet. Next one will be a Moiraine's one, but the following one is Siuan's, I promise! Well, I hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter 4 here!

[asha-mage]

Galad channeling AU

[Send me a potential AU and I'll answer with five things from that story!]

Ohhhhh boy! This is one I've actually given thought to writing before. I don't know if I'll ever do it, but if I did-

Galad is a sparker, and his first act with the power (that thing he wants more then he wants anything else) is to save Gawyn's life when Gawyn is drowning. He doesn't realize he's channeled at first- or for some time afterwards, repressing and shielding himself in order to protect his conscious mind from the reality of what he is doing. His block is that he is unable to channel except when someone else's life is in danger- that's the only time the innate fear is overcome by his need to do the right thing, to protect an innocent life.

When he finally realizes what is happening, it's after the royal party is waylaid on it's path back to Camelyn from one of the Trakand's estates by brigands. He channels in order to protect Elayne and Gawyn in some way that is impossible to hide, even from himself.

From there his Simple Code of Morality takes over- he intends to turn himself over to Elaida and the Tower for the gentleing, willingly and of his own accord. He makes the mistake of informing Gawyn and Elayne of this plan though, which leads to Gawyn knocking him over the head with a stick.

Elayne's complicated feelings about Galad aside, she and Gawyn do not want to see him gentled. It's one thing to understand it is something that must be done in order to protect the world from another Breaking. It's another for it to be your half brother, staring down the barrel of a slow tortuous death by despair. Elayne hates him sometimes- often really- but because she understands that unyielding stubborn moral code of his is going is so destructive, to him as much as everyone else. And she wont let him make a himself another victim of it.

The plan is to head West, to the mountains, out to the edge of Andor, where the affairs of nobles and Aes Sedai and nations rarely coincide. Stash him there until Elayne can reason out how to avoid him turning himself in, or going mad, or dying. Of course, the last thing anyone expects is to find an Aes Sedai already there, in that far flung corner of Andor, much less to see Trollocs invade onto Andoran soil. But that is of course, when it hits Elayne how to get Galad to live- all she and Gawyn must do, is giving him a duty so important that it will supersede his duty to surrender, a duty like....aiding the Dragon in saving the world for example. (And if Galad goes along with it under the logic that Moiraine Sedai will see him properly disposed of....well that's just the first step of the journey).

[thatordinaryoddity]

In Chapter 26 we have some lowkey traumatized kittens

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59309359/chapters/163357090

Little teaser:

She ambled closer, tipping her hat with a playful flourish. “Howdy, ma’am. Spoilin’ your new girl with sugar again?”

Moiraine glanced up quickly, the subtle tension in her shoulders easing the instant she recognized Siuan’s voice. “A single piece,” she answered primly, but the warmth in her tone gave her away. “She deserves it. The ride up the mountain will be trying, and I want her in good spirits.”

[old-women-can-peg-me]

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When You’re Good To Mama Tumblr

Hey, Little Song Bird Tumblr

You’re The One I Want To Go Through Time With Tumblr

I Never Do Anything Twice Tumblr

See It In My Mind Lets Fulfil The Prophecy Tumblr

Could You Use A Little Company

Gimmie Gimme

Kiss With A Fist

I’ll Drink To That

I Have To Watch Your Lips Turn Blue

You Make Me Want To Make You Fall In Love (Chapter 2)

I Get A Kick Out Of You

Now That You’re All Gone, I Bet You Don’t Feel Lighter Tumblr

Do I Wanna Know? (Coming soon)

Hey, Will You Hit Me Where It Hurts? (Coming soon)

Agatha Harkness

Let’s Get Physical

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I’d Block The Sun If You Want It Done

You Make Me Want To Make You Fall In Love (Chapter 1)

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Lilia & Agatha

A Little Wicked (+Rio) Tumblr

And The Ice, Into My Eyes, It Fell And Left Me Blind Tumblr

Bad Idea Right? Tumblr

The Wheel Of Time

Liandrin Guirale

A Butchered Tongue Still Singin’ Here Above The Ground (+ Lanfear)

They’d Find Us In A Week

It’s So Rare That Somebody’d Look Out For You

Lover, Be Good To Me

And I Can’t Stop Grinning Just Knowing You’re Mine Tumblr

Paint The Town Red (coming soon)

I Think I Feel A Similar Way (coming soon)

Stop There And Let Me Correct It (coming soon)

Verin Mathwin

Hold Me Tight Or Don’t (coming soon)

Moiraine Damodred

I Could Eat That Girl For Lunch (coming soon)

Oh, Kiss Me (coming soon)

Lanfear

Elaida do Avriny a’Roihan

Can’t Stop Tumblr

Verin & Liandrin

New Perspective (coming soon)

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Zelda Spellman

You Or I, Hush Some Pointers

Looking At You Got Me Thinking Nonsense

Lay Where You’re Laying, Don’t Make A Sound

I Put A Spell On You Tumblr

Now You Know

Like The Rain That You Slept Through

Holding Space For Her Tongue In Your Mouth

In My Imagination, You’re Waiting Lying On Your Side

You Make Me Want To Make You Fall In Love (Chapter 3)

You Got The Kind Of Loving That Can Be So Smooth (coming soon)

Lilith

Why You’ve Been Calling This Late

Zelda & Lilith

I’m Looking For An Answer In Between These Lines

The School For Good And Evil

Lady Lesso

I Touch Myself

To Feel Dizzy To Derail The Mind Of Me

Law & Order: SVU

Olivia Benson

Lydia Lebasi

I’d Walk Through Hell On Living Feet For You

MAMMAMIA (Coming soon)

Rita Calhoun

If I Get Too Close

Criminal Minds

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Harry Potter

Bellatrix Lestrange

Drink It In, Drink It Up ‘Till You’ve Drowned

Thor

Hela

I’m Sorry, I Love You

Spider Man: Into The Spider Verse

Doc Ock

Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked

Company

Joanne

Sharing Little Kinks Together

Game Of Thrones

Cersei Lannister

Ain’t It Fun

[whatintheeverlovinghell]

The Pattern of an Age Chapter 2

Moiraine x reader (for now)

Part 1 - Part 2

Synopsis:

You were light, free, a force of nature, undeterred by the harshness of the world. A beautiful flower, with fierce thorns. A powerful woman that would help change the tides of this war. Someone Moraine could simply not overlook

Rating: mature (will change as the story goes)

WC: 3,8k

Warnings: Fighting, Injuries

Your gaze seemed to be drawn to the Aes Sedai. She was riding up front, alongside her warder, hair cascading down her back, swaying in the wind. That same breeze would sometimes carry her voice back to your ears and would send shivers down your spine. 

You were entranced. So much so that you never saw the low branches blocking the path. You yelped loudly when the branches hit your face. You moved frantically trying to shoo them away but ended up with a bunch of leaves in your mouth. You were coughing and spitting while your companions, having seen the trees but choosing not to warn you, laughed loudly.

Upfront, Moiraine had stopped her horse and turned around the second she had heard your distress. She was at your side now, a ghost of a smile hovering on her lips. 

You could feel yourself getting red but you didn’t know if it was because of your fit of coughing or embarrassment. 

« You should be more alert. These woods can be far more dangerous than those stray branches. » she said before returning to the front of their little caravan. 

« You know, there are other ways to get the lady’s attention. » Leffy said, still trying to hold back his laughter. 

You rolled your eyes at your friend and signalled your horse to pick up the pace. « I’ll go ahead to do a reconnaissance of the pass. » you said before setting off. 

«You spoke to her last night. » Lan said to the Aes sedai when you were out of earshot. 

Moiraine turned with a confused expression. « You followed me? »

« You masked the bond. » he stated knowingly. 

« It was simply a matter of privacy. »

« Of course. » they stayed silent for a moment. 

« What did she say? »

« She was confused, afraid. »

« As expected. »

Lan could feel the unease in Moiraine. He knew that the mission meant everything to her but he had a feeling that there was something more at play. 

« She’s special. »

« She will be a very powerful channeler and we need… »

«This is not what I mean,Moiraine. » but before she could answer, the distressed cry of your horse pierced the otherwise quiet forest. One look between the two and they were off towards you. 

Trollocs. Of course there would be Trollocs in this area, you thought as you were ejected from your horse and landed harshly on the ground. You quickly unsheathed your two swords and took a defensive stance. Your horse had run off in the direction of the rest of your group, leaving you alone with a dozen beasts. 

You took a deep breath and readied yourself for battle. Your movements were fluid, almost automatic. Fighting was second nature. It came as easily as breathing. It was like a dance, a deadly one, but one that you knew oh so well. But the sheer amount of enemies was simply too much, even for the most experienced swordsman. You were surrounded, winded by the efforts, but standing tall. A loud screeching interrupted the short moment of reprieve. A long, Katana looking sword had pierced the heart of one of the Trollocs, which fell to the ground, revealing the Aes Sedai’s companion. He quickly joined you in the middle of this deadly circle, his back to yours, and adopting a similar stance to yours. 

“Let’s see what you are made of, my lady.” He said. You could hear the smirk in his tone.

“ Let’s drop the formalities on the battlefield shall we?” You answered, charging the closest opponent. You found that your fighting styles were oddly in tune with one another. He seemed to anticipate each of your movements and you his own, akin to a rehearsed choreography. Together, you were a formidable force which quickly worked through the beasts, leaving their bodies bloodied and unmoving. 

The last of them had just fallen when your group reached you, Moiraine at the head with your horse by her side. Her features were etched with worry as she scanned her companion and you, looking for any signs of injuries.

“ The blood is not our own.” The man said as he walked towards the Aes Sedai and whispered something before taking the bridle of your horse.

“I just realized that I don’t know the name of the man who saved my life.” You said as he handed you the bridle to your horse.

“ Lan Mandragoran” He answered. “Where did you learn to fight like this?”

“My mentor, he was an old warrior from a distant land.” You said, your expression sobering. Talking about this man always made you feel uneasy. He had died fighting to save you and you still blamed yourself for it. 

“You have impressive technique, a bit sloppy still.” He said, mounting his horse.

“Excuse me?” you said loudly. “How many did you kill again?” You asked with a cocky smile. 

“Well you had a good start on me.” Moiraine watched from the side. She could feel the fondness in Lan’s heart, and it surely did not help her case. 

The whole ordeal had slowled them down drastically and when they reached the doors of the city, they had closed for the night. It became clear that they would have to camp outside. 

Your group settled at the edge of the wall, far enough to the doors that they would go unnoticed by the passerby. You offered to do the first round of watch while the rest of your group would catch a bit of shuteye. You stayed by the fire, a dagger twirling between your fingers. Your conversation with the Aes Sedai was heavy in your thoughts. And as if your thoughts had summoned the woman, she sat next to you. 

It was odd how comfortable you felt when she was near. Silence didn’t feel heavy, instead, it was like a strange calmness had settled within you.

« Tell me about this power. » You said after a moment.

Her gaze didn’t leave the dancing flames. « The One Power comes from the True Source, the driving force of creation, the force the Creator made to turn the Wheel of Time. Saidin, the male half of the True Source, and saidar, the female half, work against each other, and at the same time together to provide that force. Saidin is fouled by the touch of the Dark One, like water with a thin slick of rancid oil floating on top. The water is still pure, but it cannot be touched without touching the foulness. Only saidar is still safe to be used… » 

You watched as a weave of orange power left the fire to wrap itself around her hand, descending her arm and dancing around her form.

« The True Source cannot be used up, any more than the river can be used up by the wheel of the mill. The Source is the river; the Aes Sedai, the waterwheel. » 

Surely, you had heard bout the power the Aes Sedai wheeled, but now it made much more sense. Still, it was a lot to hear in one go. Moiraine’s gaze left the flames to settle on you. « You know, it is a strange thing that at your age, the Power has not yet consumed you. »

This statement pulled you out of your thoughts. « What does this mean? »

« Do you know what happens to untrained channellers, Y/N? » You stayed silent.

« We don’t exactly know how, but eventually, if they fail to cope with their abilities, they die under mysterious circonstances. » She said, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. « So, forgive me for wondering how you are still alive. »

« I do not know what to answer you. » You said.  « All my life I have been fighting. Surrounded by battle and sorrow. I’ve been close to death more times than I can count. »

 The more you thought about your life, what you went through, the injuries you withstood, the sickness you prevailed over, the more you thought that maybe, it was not sheer luck which had saved you again and again.

Moiraine seemed to understand your turmoil, watching the realization cross your features. « If I come with you, will you show me how to harvest this power? »

She took your hand in hers. The same warmth seeping in your skin. The weave of power travelled her arm and crossed your intertwined fingers to reach you. You closed your eyes, focusing on the weave, feeling its heat, letting it feed of your energy. What you cousin’t see, was how the weave got brighter, wilder, growing in strength and size. Moiraine’s eyes were wide, watching you tape into your power. Her hand squeezed yours, making sure that you stayed grounded. Your own eyes opened, meeting her mesmerizing blues. You had somehow moved closer to the woman. A few inches separating the two of you. 

«  I will show you everything I can. » She said. 

You nodded, unable to form a complete sentence. Your proximity rendering you powerless. You could have sworn you saw her eyes flash to your lips but the movement was so fleeting that you brushed it aside. 

Your trance was broken by a rustling in the woods near. You jumped up, sword unsheathed and ready. Your body shielding the woman from the intruder. You relaxed at the sight of the warder. Moiraine recognized the subtle smirk on his lips and rolled her eyes at the man. 

« Forgive me for interrupting. »

« It’s alright. » You said getting up. « I’ll go check on the horses. » You sent one last look her way before leaving the two alone.

Lan waited until you were far enough before taking your spot on the log. « Don’t even start. » Moiriane said, turning back towards the flames. 

« She will follow us won’t she. »

« Yes, we leave at dawn. »

« Will you bring her to the White Tower? »

That was the question that occupied Moiraine’s mind. The situation at the Tower was more tense with every passing day. Her eyes and ears in the capital had reported a shift in power, one which could threaten the balance The Amelyn Seat was working so hard to keep. The Red Ajah was growing in power and their voices echoed louder in the tower. The arrival of a new, powerful channeller, one pure of the tower’s influence, would cause quite the stir. You could be seen as a threat, a danger to the Aes Sedai. Or, they could take you, use you as a weapon in the name of the cause, but with no regards for you. If she revealed you to the Tower, she could not protect you.

 « Will you speak to Siuan? » Lan asked when he saw that no answer would come to his earlier question. 

« Eventually, » She said, still deep in her thoughts. « For now I will keep her hidden, until we know more. »

« Get some rest Lan, we have a long journey ahead. » She said before retreating to her sleeping area. 

Your farewells were more emotional than you would’ve liked. You were all reunited in front of the city doors. Your group was turning back around to head to Falme while your new companions and yourself would head towards the mountains. 

You should not have been surprised, these men were your family, leaving them without knowing if you would ever see them again would be undeniably hard. They knew that too, so they tried to make it brief, a real soldier’s goodbye as they called it. But every embrace and every word of encouragement felt like a dagger twisting in your gut. 

The last one standing was Leffy. He was looking at you with pride. This was the beginning of your own journey and he was proud of the woman you had become. Today, he would not show how much your departure was affecting him, no, because he wanted you to remember how proud he was of his little sister. 

You hugged him a little tighter than the rest, trying to hold back your tears. Right before letting go, he leaned in your ear. “We will see each other again. In the meantime, trust your instinct, and follow your heart.” He said, sending a look towards the Aes Sedai and back to you. 

You sent him a weird look but brushed it off. You watched the group of soldiers walk away, not one turning around for one last look. They had to stay strong, the wheel kept on spinning and another chapter had begun.

You knew that this journey would be drastically different from the one you had been on your whole life. Life on the road with a bunch of rowdy soldiers could not compare to what you were experiencing with the Aes Sedai and her warder. The silence was the most off putting thing for you. You were used to the constant chatter of your comrades. They had become a comforting buzz at the back of your mind, a reminder that you were never alone. In the first few days, you had come to the realization that those two didn’t exchange words often. The nature of their bond was still a mystery to you but you were fairly certain that they couldn’t actually speak through it. 

You and Lan rode side by side, behind Moiraine who led the way. You were like guards keeping an eye on their queen. In a way you supposed, he was her guard, and by extension, so were you. It was only on the third day that more than 3 words were exchanged between you and the warrior. He had caught you staring intensely at the back of her head, as if you stared hard enough, she would tell you all you wanted to know. 

“She will come around.” He simply said. His voice broke you from your trance-like state. 

“I just wish I knew more about what is at stake here.” You sighed.

“All in due time.” His response frustrated you.

“Is it a requirement for Aes Sedai and their warders to speak in obscure riddles and ominous phrases?”

For the first time in days, laughter echoed on the path. “You’re a fiery one. Good, but you have to control that attitude, it shows when you fight.”

You gasped indignantly. “ Ok sir, if your wisdom and knowledge is so superior, then why don’t you show me what you know.” You say, sarcasm dripping from your lips. But Lan either chose to ignore it or simply did not perceive it. 

From this day, as soon as Moiraine had selected a place for the night. Lan would pull you aside, sword in hand, and test your abilities. This was the sole reason why you were not growing mad. The Aes Sedai had not spoken to you more than three times ever since your departure from the city. She was always whispering to the warder or writing letters to god knows who. She had not honores her promise, and there was nothing you hated more than someone who did not hold true to their word. 

Unbeknownst to you, Moiraine's incessant letters and her prolonged silence was all in your best interest. The time had come where she would have to report back to the tower, to the Amelyn seat, but she knew the kind of reaction your arrival would stir in the hall. She truly was at a crossroads as to what to do. It was unlike her to care so much about a woman she had just met. She usually did not hesitate, willing to do anything in the name of her task. She knew that having another powerful channeler at the tower would be a great aid, but she knew the cost you would have to pay. 

She would be lying if she said her unwillingness to teach you wasn’t directly linked. The less you knew, the easier it would be to hide your true nature, but she was not blind to your growing impatience. She wasn’t surprised when you stormed her way one night after your training session with Lan. The warder had left to hunt, giving you the perfect opportunity for a long overdue conversation with the older woman.  

“This is not what we had settled on when I said I would come with you.” You said with determination in your voice, but you were met with silence. Her eyes had not left the fire. You had yet to learn the dichotomy of Moiraine, but even you could tell that something was troubling the Aes Sedai. Unfortunately for the older woman, your anger had had time to simmer and reach a level where your concern for the Blue was far less than your need for action. 

“Moiraine.” You said louder. But still silence prevailed. The longer she ignored you, the more you could feel your grip slipping. You didn’t lose control of your emotions often. But at this instant, with your future so uncertain, you simply lost it.

“Answer me!” Your voice boomed in the woods, and a wave of energy followed, like the deadly echoes of your plea. 

The older woman's movements were fast and precise. She conjured a shield for herself and sent a weave your way. You couldn’t dodge, and the weave hit you right in the chest. It felt like the wind was knocked out of you, leaving a hole in you. You couldn’t quite explain it, this emptiness. It was almost painful, like something vital had been ripped out. You fell to your knees in front of her, your breath ragged and eyes pleading. The sight stirred something deep in the Aes Sedai who stood before you. Her hand made contact with your chin, tilting it so you were looking up at her. 

“You will not get what you’re seeking if you behave like this.”She said, her voice carrying the same iciness as her blue eyes. You slumbed at her feet, giving up the fight against this restricting force. A moment passed, charged with electricity. She released the shield, allowing you to finally breathe in the power you were so unfamiliar with. She sat back down before you.

“Sit down.” You got up from your knees and sat next to her. “Tell me, how does it feel? Describe it to me?”

It was hard to put words to the feeling. It didn’t compare to anything you had ever experienced. It felt right, euphoric like the most exhilarating feeling, the sweetest release. Your body still tingled from your small display. You locked eyes with her, and understood that you did not need to answer, she knew the feeling very well herself. “This power, it flows within us, if you close your eyes and will yourself to surrender to it, you will see the true extent of this force.”

You did just that. You weren’t one to stay calm. Meditation has never been your strong suit. But with her beside you, you allowed your senses to be at ease and focus on what is within. You could feel it, shining within you, like a burning sun. It was calling to you, beckoning you closer. It’s light felt so right, but something in your mind kept you at bay. Just like the sun, its heat could mend, but also burn. Around you, the wind had picked up and the fire had grown in intensity. The closer you let yourself come, the stronger the elements around you were.

Moiraine was still by your side, watching, monitoring, making sure you didn’t lose yourself to the power. She knew you were a powerful one. But she was still shocked as to the extent of power you could reach. The ground shook under your feet. You were close now, closer than you should be. Gone was the outside world, the only thing remaining was the pull of this power. 

Moiraine called your name once. But you were too far now. She called you again, more urgently this time. The rumbling of the earth intensified, and with it, Moiraine’s panic. In an attempt at pulling you out, she grabbed your thigh and shook, your name escaping her lips in an almost desperate cry. 

But the pull was too strong. You were drowning, slowly sinking further in this addictive murkiness. But through it all, you felt it, a warmth, something which brought clarity back to your mind and shattered the pull. 

When your eyes opened, she was right beside you. Her hand was on your cheek, her face real close to yours. Your body was still vibrating with euphoria and her eyes were so beautiful. You leaned in, and she didn’t push you back. There was barely an inch separating your lips. 

Her eyes closed, a shaky breath escaping her. Slowly, as if she was scared to end this moment, she pulled back, her hand slipping from your face. You couldn’t move just yet, trapped in the moment, body oh so heavy from the exertion. 

“I… There is a  message I need to deliver.” She said before retreating. 

The next few days were a lot brighter. You kept training with the warder. Learning the art of the sword through the eyes of a lone warrior. Lan was the perfect opponent. You didn’t have to hold back, he parried your every move and challenged you, pushing you to use your knowledge and technique instead of brute strength. 

At night, Moiraine would pull you aside, showing you weaves and help you get in touch with your power. You kept the moment you shared between yourself, never bringing it up, but the air between the two of you was still electric. The way she looked at you, cold, powerful and with this element of curiosity, like she wanted to pick you apart. 

And you, you only wanted one thing, and it was to please her. You wanted her to be proud. You wanted to see that smile that she so rarely let free. You gravitated towards her and she, unbeknownst to you, found it harder and harder to fight the pull. 

Moiraine knew that she could not keep you a secret indefinitely. You were bound to be discovered. But she would do anything to push this moment back as far as she could. This task proved to be harder than expected when Moiraine heard of a group of Aes Sedai in the area. 

She had hoped their paths would not cross, but the wheel weaves as it will and at the end of a stormy afternoon, they were stopped by familiar faces. Red and Green flanked the pathway and one woman stood tall in the middle of the road. 

Moiraine’s expression told you she knew exactly who this severe looking woman was. Her red tunic was muddy and an unsettling smile was stretched across her face. 

“Moiraine Sedai, where have you been?”

[officiallordvetinari]

As I awoke this morning I found myself troubled by a question: what positions would the main characters of the Wheel of Time play if they fielded a baseball team?

After much research and consideration, I believe I have my answer. Put your hands together for the starting lineup of the the Emond's Field Dragons:

Pitcher - Rand al'Thor. He's 6'6", which translates into a whole lot of leverage behind his fastball. Early scouting reports say he needs to work on his control, but once he does he'll be a force of nature.

Catcher - Matrim Cauthon. Catcher is a very demanding position, as they have to call pitches and position the infield. Mat's lifetimes worth of strategic thinking and his childhood friendship with the pitcher will serve him well here. In addition, the graceful movements of spear fighting may be an asset in framing.

First base - Perrin Aybara. This is the easiest defensive position, which means it often goes to the best offensive player. Perrin would have no trouble picking up the fundamentals of defense, but it's clear from the way he swings that hammer that his real strength is as a power hitter.

Second base - Lan Mandragoran. Above all else, a second baseman should be agile and have a precise arm, as they're the crucial hinge on which many a double play turns. That makes it the perfect position for a swordmaster.

Third base - Aviendha. Her training as a spearmaiden gives her the resolve under pressure to field a ball at third and fire it across the diamond to first before the batter can run the 60 feet to the bag.

Shortstop - Moiraine Damodred. Shortstops are sometimes called the "captain of the infield", responsible for tracking short-hit balls and coordinating the movements of their fellow infielders. Moiraine has experience taking charge in battlefield situations, and her warder bond with the second baseman turns the middle infield into a steel trap.

Left field - Elayne Trakand. Outfielders need to be able to cover a wide area quickly, and the left fielder additionally serves as backup for the third baseman. The lessons Elayne received as Daughter-Heir of Andor prepared her to juggle multiple responsibilities.

Center field - Egwene al'Vere. While center fielders may not direct their fellow outfielders to the same degree as shortstops, they are deferred to when deciding who will field a ball in between two outfielders' "territories". Egwene takes naturally to authority and would be comfortable making those decisions in the moment.

Right field - Loial son of Arent son of Halan. Fewer balls are hit to right field than left, so Loial would have plenty of time to smell the proverbial roses out in the literal grass, but when necessary he has the strength needed to get the ball all the way from deep right to home plate.

Designated hitter - Nynaeve al'Meara. Raw power, baby.

And the batting order:

Cauthon

Aviendha

al'Vere

al'Meara

Aybara

Loial

Damodred

Mandragoran

Trakand