#imogen x laudna fic

[conditionaljewel]

As the group decided to retire to one of their inn rooms for the evening, paying the bill for dinner as they shuffled up the steps with full bellies, Orym stopped Imogen at the base of the stairs. “I was gonna hop outside for a minute just to get some air,” he said to her. “D’ya want to come with?” Imogen smiled and looked up, seeing Laudna standing at the top of the stairs, smiling. “Go ahead darling,” she said down the stairs to her, “I feel as though you’re perfectly capable of serving as Orym’s body guard.” She cracked a smile and gave them both a wink as Orym let out a hearty but playful laugh, while Imogen could only blush as she smiled, tucking a strand of hair that had conveniently fallen back behind her ear. “We’ll be back,” Imogen said a bit flustered in the best way as she waved her hand as if to shoo Laudna up the stairs playfully; in doing so, she had put her hand to her lips, placing a kiss on the tips of her fingers and sending it on its way as she dismissed Laudna. Laudna noticed the action, as did Orym, though he kept quiet as he watched Laudna begin to play with her a lock of her hair and giggle as she disappeared around the corner.

I did a third chapter of Behind The Windowed Wall, and it's now available on AO3! I have plans for a fourth and fifth chapters, but that's it beyond those, so to everyone who has read and commented or sent a message so far about it, thank you so much for reading I am really glad you enjoyed it and I'm very excited to continue this little story at least for a few more chapters. I hope y'all like this installment, and thank you again for reading <3

[zelreedsandwrites]

Me, opening Google docs to check if the author (who is me) has updated her fics:

Fics: *are exactly the same as I fucking left them*

Me:

[automatictrashwolf]

What an episode. Where all my imodna bitches at. Cuz its time to party 🎉

[artyapplebee]

Finally some imodna fanart !

inspired by bogfenwetland's wonderful fic Map on a wall on Ao3

[omcree]

Summary

“I’m talking about Imogen,” she said, looking down at her ring. “I’m talking about the fact that I’m completely, life-ruiningly in love with Imogen, and I don’t know how to deal with knowing that.“

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Laudna has an epiphany. Laudna doesn’t cope with it well. A modern AU.

[soaring-trash]

Inhale.

Aim.

Exhale.

Fire.

[imodnovember]

Hello fellow Imogen x Laudna fan-creators!

In celebration of our girls, I'm proposing we dedicate the month of November to them.

A prompt list will go out in a couple of weeks and then you'll have some time to plan and start creating, whether that's writing some fanfic or drawing art or making music, etc. - all of it's lovely!

You don't have to post something for every day/prompt - although you can certainly try - you can pick and choose what works best for you.

Follow this blog for updates and if you talk about this challenge, please use the tag: #imodnovember so we can see what's happening.

Once it's time to start posting, use the tag so we can reblog your stuff and so that everyone can find each other's stuff!

Okay, that's it for now! We look forward to jumping into the abyss together with you!

[uselessgayshit]

takes place at the end of ep 65

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“Goodnight, girls!” Zhuddana called after them, closing her door for the night.

“Goodnight, Zhuddana,” Imogen responded, shutting their own door and pressing her forehead against it, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Silence except for her breathing. She wasn’t used to that.

She slowly turned. In the dim candlelight, she watched Laudna reach, long fingers attempting to undo her corset. Her head turned to the side, hair swinging across her back, and she looked at Imogen over her shoulder. “Imogen?”

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat, “Yeah, of course.”

She took the few steps forward, fingers shaking. She was hyperaware that Laudna’s neck crooked even more, eyes following her, watching her. “Are you all right?”

She forced a smile, swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Yeah.”

She clenched her fingers to stop them from shaking. This was nothing out of the ordinary. They spent years on the road together, during which she did this every night. Their time apart was paltry compared to what they had been through. There shouldn’t be this chasm between them, not after what happened, not after what they had said to one another.

“Is this one harder?”

Imogen couldn’t help but laugh and she couldn’t keep the slight edge out of it. “No, Laudna, this one is not harder.”

The corset had nothing to do with what was harder about the situation. Returning to Jrusar, a place with which she was familiar, had been all she wanted but when she arrived, everything was quiet. Of her own doing, of course, she knew that. But as the front doors of the tavern opened and Laudna appeared, eyes widening as she took in Imogen, it was still quiet. In that moment Imogen couldn’t move, suspended between an intense need to feel Laudna in her arms again and a fear that all of the swirling thoughts she had had while on Wildemount, and the truth she had stopped shoving away to the deepest recesses, would ruin her. She had lost her music and she was struggling to decide if that was what was best.

“Can you - do you want to take it off?”

Imogen’s hesitation was like a bomb in the small room. Her hands stilled against the ties.

“The circlet, I mean.” Laudna had twisted back around so Imogen couldn’t see her face.

“I don’t think that’s wise.”

“You’ve dealt with the sounds of the city -

“That’s not why, Laudna.” The words came out curt, so different from the afternoon when all she was able to express was love and adoration and comfort. She had curled her fingers into Laudna’s on their way back from the market, though that wasn’t out of the norm. Laudna had made her tea as they sat with Zhuddana that evening but that was nothing Laudna hadn’t done before. Their room and their bed had been a place of solace but now it was thrown into exaggerated relief and Imogen’s mind started racing into their past.

“I know.” The words were only a whisper on the wind.

Imogen finished undoing the corset, dropping her arms and creating space between them. Laudna shrugged it off, gently folding it and setting it to the side.

“I can’t imagine the relief that brings to not have dreams.”

“What?” Imogen said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Laudna gestured toward the circlet. “To keep it on when you sleep and all.”

Imogen blinked and repeated herself again, “What?”

“I understand why you don’t want to take it off,” Laudna responded as if she couldn’t sense that anything was wrong as she pulled down the covers on one side of the bed.

That should have been the reason Imogen was desperate to keep the circlet on - and it had been, at first - but things had changed in the last day. Despite Laudna’s openness, insecurity raged through Imogen’s veins. She had always known what Laudna was thinking before and now she felt the need to second guess her instincts towards the woman who had never only been a best friend. Despite that, she found that she liked the novelty of not knowing. Of being able to ask the question, “Can I kiss you?” and seeing Laudna react to it instead of knowing how she would react. That she could ask a question now that wasn’t part of the little game she played to make everyone feel like they had choice.

Letting Laudna choose to come back to her had been one of the most painful moments of her life. At her core, logically, she understood that if Laudna chose to die, it had nothing to do with her. She would be ripped apart by it, another casualty of Delilah’s cruelty. But that choice had everything to do with the fact that Laudna’s death had been stolen from her once before. That would never happen again. Imogen swore in that moment, that if Laudna did return, Imogen would give her every choice imaginable to make for herself.

If this wasn’t the perfect place to start…

“Is it all right if I still sleep with you?”

Laudna had climbed into bed and looked up at Imogen, eyebrows furrowed almost comically. “We always sleep together.”

Laudna sounded shy and lonely. Her voice weaved around the room, pulling at Imogen’s heart strings.

“I just wanted to check.”

“Of course.” Laudna patted the bed next to her.

Imogen unbuckled her boots, sitting on the edge of the bed to slide them down her legs.

“Is this going to change things?” Laudna sounded so small, scared, something Imogen never wanted to make her.

Imogen paused, one boot off, and turned to give Laudna a soft smile. She wasn’t sure she had succeeded in not making it a sad one as well. Imogen couldn’t very well lie to herself. If Laudna had rejected her in the market earlier, she wasn’t sure what she would have done. It would have cracked something within her adding to a memory of another crack between them. She hid her own fear and sadness at the thought behind the smile, encouraging Laudna best she could. “Well… that’s kind of up to you Laudna.”

“We’ve always slept in the same bed. I… I didn’t sleep well when you were away from me.” Imogen’s heart swooped in her chest. Laudna wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Hey, this doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t want it to.”

Laudna looked up, eyes watering. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Imogen chuckled. She had spent so much of her time running away from things that it felt like a nice change of pace. “And you think I do?”

Laudna cracked a small smile. “I suppose not.”

Imogen finished pulling off her boot and crawled up the rest of the bed, sliding under the covers. She felt Laudna shift to blow out the candle that she would have left burning all night, her mind distracted by other things.

“Is this all right?” She heard in her ear as Laudna’s hand gently settled against her waist. Imogen nodded, grabbing Laudna’s hand and pulling it around her, clasping their hands together against the mattress in front of her stomach. Laudna’s breath was chilly against her neck as they breathed together.

“I’m terrified.”

“Of?”

“Right now? Mostly everything.”

“Of me?”

“Not exactly.”

“Of us?”

Laudna was silent. Imogen couldn’t have this conversation with her back turned. She rolled over, coming face to face with worry. She reached her hand up, trying to smooth the small wrinkles in Laudna’s skin. Wiped away black ichor that pooled in the corner of her eyes like tears. Fought down the urge to kiss her again.

Laudna blinked up at her, eyes dark and nervous. Imogen held her gaze as she slid her hand to cradle Laudna’s face.

“I’ll say this every day if I have to. I’m in this with you until the end. Always have been. Always will be. I promise.”

[imodnareddeadau]

New Chapter!! New @atleastweasel art!!

[overnighttosunflowers]

Summary:

Office Secret Santas are supposed to be fast, easy and cheap. At least, that’s what Imogen thinks until she draws Laudna’s name.

@lorrxrai and I wrote a holiday fic! It’s around 13k and, if I do say so myself, a delight. Enjoy, happy holidays, and wishing everyone a wonderful 2024 💜🖤💗

[conditionaljewel]

It was a simple thing, Imogen thought, to have a quiet little place, even if it wasn’t quite their own. It was a place they could come and talk about anything, and even here in these moments where it could be the end of everything, they were somewhere only they knew. That is how they knew Zhudanna’s home, and that is where she and Laudna found themselves this evening. They had departed from the rest of their troupe at the Spire By Fire, having told them after dinner that they were going to stay at Zhudanna’s this evening. Although Ashton and Chetney had seemed skeptical about their intentions, the rest of the party believed that they just wanted to provide Zhudanna some comfort and security during these strange times. The girls trekked through the city streets, passing by guards of various station and rank as they made their way through the spires to Zhudanna’s. Not long after their arrival, they helped Zhudanna with cleaning up a few things from her the dinner of her own and took care of a few light house keeping needs as added thanks for her open hospitality all those months ago and on until now. Before long, Zhudanna indicated out loud to no one in particular that she was ready for bed. Imogen took the initiative and offered to help her get settled in for the evening. Laudna had offered just behind Imogen, but Imogen insisted that she go take a moment to herself and get ready for bed too. “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Imogen said as Zhudanna held onto her arm, being escorted into her bedroom.

(Read the rest at AO3!)

[imperfectpaladin]

Imogen had always thought that if she ever met a vampire, the trick would be in not getting bitten. She seemed to have befriended the only vampire in Exandria who didn’t want to touch her. Laudna was going to die when the sun came up, and she still wouldn’t touch her.

[fatal-fart-attack]

I’m convinced laudna rolled low while using pâté’s eyes because she was distracted by imogen’s hands on her shoulders….

[imogenisgod]

imodna fic recommendations??? Whatever ones you love and want to share! I feel like there has to be so many hidden gems or ones that I’ve just missed and I need them all.

I just finished reading “heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and I)” and am really loving it so far. I recommend it if you haven’t started it!

[omcree]

Summary

“You’re the one who has the right to say no. You’re the one who gets to choose what you do, what happens to you. No one else. No leader, or hero, or god gets to decide what you do, Imogen. Only you.”

“I’m not worth Exandria, Laudna.”

“You are. You’re worth everything.” Laudna knows her voice is wretched, her singular devotion to Imogen eclipsing everything else. She doesn’t know how else to exist other than in thrall to her. “I’d let Exandria burn before I let them take you against your will.”

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There are no secrets in the dark, only each other. Imogen and Laudna talk about the future.

Imogen and Laudna, post 107.

[soaring-trash]

“Well, they’re fuckin’ stupid.” Imogen muttered, plainly, a scowl briefly flitting across her face.

“In fairness, I’m rather glad they didn’t. I think I much prefer you anyway.”

“Yeah?” Imogen looked… astonished, and Laudna suppressed her laugh this time, amusement chasing the sudden rush of emotion away.