#Cara x Kahlan

[somewillwin]

Valentines kofi request of Cara and Kahlan from Legend of the Seeker ♥️♥️

Kofi

[foibles-fables]

wow I can’t believe it’s been almost fourteen years since Kahlan Amnell and Cara Mason permanently rewrote my brain chemistry. the passage of time is disgusting

[destielblamscilesinfinity]

Cara x Kahlan song of the day.

[sapphiccharacterstournament]

Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round One

[thegirl20]

I see you reblogging Cara and Kahlan 🥲 I have a question for you: What would you say is your favourite scene/episode in terms of their (slash) relationship? I miss them so much.

Oh, anon. Now you're asking.

Well, I did a 'Favourite Cara/Kahlan scenes' per episode thing over a decade ago, so you can read my thoughts on pretty much all their scenes.

I don't know if I can pick, but I have a soft spot for the whole episode in the tomb, particulary the hug. And also the scene where Cara is unable to shoot Kahlan because she loves her so much.

[terapsina]

Desecrated. Observed. Revealed. - Kahlan/Cara Fic

I asked for someone to prompt me a canon scene they'd want to have seen going in a different direction. So I hope you guys enjoy.

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ao3

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"You were right," Cara whispered, in the grim quiet under the torchlight of their tombed prison.

"About what?" Kahlan asked, tired eyelids fluttering to stay open as she faced her partner in doom. The combination of sweat and the natural brightness of her hair made Cara nearly glow to Kahlan's eyes, despite her clear despondence.

"You once told me it's a hard world, that we don't get many chances to tell people how much they mean to us." Cara turned her face to her and Kahlan felt a flutter of something strange in her lungs.

It's odd how quickly things changed. Kahlan knew she should be used to it by now.

From her very beginning, where a seemingly idyllic childhood with a kind mother and a loving father, switched with a flip of a coin to the terrible truth of a dead mother and a father who was in reality a monster.

Or from leaving Dennee and her newborn son safely with the sisters of their order to flee to Valeria, and then learning of their brutal murders at the hands of Mord-Sith.

Or from her all-consuming hatred for Cara and her part in the deaths of nearly everyone she loved to that moment when Cara knelt at Kahlan's feet and she'd seen the remorse -- the agony of grief, and guilt, and shame -- that should have been cut from Cara's chest when she'd been but a child.

When Kahlan had realized that taking her vengeance against yet another victim of D'Hara just as Cara had begun to break her chains, would not have been justice.

"There's no one a Mord-Sith should hate more than a Confessor," Cara spoke, and Kahlan stared, feeling yet another ground-shaking change cresting over the horizon of her life. "I was trained to hate you... but I don't."

Moons ago, Kahlan had granted mercy.

And still, she had not thought she would ever grant forgiveness. Let alone to find friendship and kinship and a bond Kahlan couldn't quite put into words.

And yet here they were -- stuck underground, running out of air, and it seemed as if Cara was trying to find those words herself.

There was something shy and fragile in Cara's eyes as they connected for barely the length of a heartbeat with Kahlan's. But something brave too.

"And I don't want to die without you knowing that I consider you to be..." Cara continued, seeming to lose her voice as she opened her mouth and looked at Kahlan again. And without meaning to, without thought or purpose Kahlan slipped past the wall that should have been impenetrable to a Confessor facing a Mord-Sith and saw it as Cara's intended words switched to a half-truth "...my friend."

Kahlan gasped, the sound of her own heartbeat beating against her eardrums.

No, not simply a friend.

Love. That's what Cara had just swallowed back down, uncertain, beautiful, and painful in ways Kahlan knew Cara had not been permitted to learn, despite every other lesson in agony the woman -- the stolen little girl -- had been taught to enjoy and inflict.

Kahlan stared, frozen in place as two sides of her being struggled for the surface. The side of her unable to commit this final act of betrayal against the memory of her sister, the one who had not quite abandoned the last traces of hope for a fairy-tale ending with Richard. Against the side of Kahlan which felt a rush of something warm, and elated, and alight with heat.

Almost as if she was trapped inside a dream instead of the tomb provided to them by an insane magician, Kahlan felt her arm rising to softly caress the side of Cara's face with very little input from Kahlan herself.

"Don't hide your heart, Cara," she spoke nearly without breath.

At once it was Cara who froze -- the guarded, icy wall of smooth stone sliding back into place behind her eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think of you as a friend too," Kahlan smiled at her and then admitted something she'd only confessed to herself during the very deepest moments of the night. When it was Kahlan's turn to be on watch for the banelings, and her eyes strayed to the furthest point in the camp where Cara would sleep. When she'd see a shiver run over the Mord-Sith and wonder if it was from the cold or if Cara was sensing Kahlan's eyes even in sleep. When she'd entertain brief, dangerous fantasies of waking Cara and pulling her deeper into the surrounding forest to play with fire in ways she would never -- could never -- risk in reality, "...but sometimes, I've thought a great deal more."

"If this is because we're about to die, don't-"

"We're going to get out of here," Kahlan interrupted Cara before she could let out the string of words that would undoubtedly have been designed to cut into Kahlan's flesh in a rage of self-defense. For a moment she considered reminding Cara that Richard was looking for them, but decided better of it at once.

Her vaguely defined relationship with Richard was not a topic Kahlan was up to wading through at the moment. She knew she would need to. Both he and Cara deserved better than that. But this was neither the place nor the time for it.

"They'll find us," she said, "they just need a little more time."

"Yeah," Cara replied and Kahlan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden purpose that overcame Cara's voice, "and I'll make sure they get it."

It took precious seconds before Kahlan figured out what Cara was about to do; as she stood and marched quickly toward the sword lying in the middle of the room and something heavy landed in the bottom of her stomach.

"Cara, NO!" she screamed, rushing to her feet to stop her.

She slammed into Cara even as the sword was mid-downward thrust, making Cara stumble and the sword clatter back to the ground with a sharp clang. Relief was short-lived however, at once Kahlan needed to cut Cara off from retrieving it.

"Get out of my way," Cara ordered. The savage light of her decision cut into the way she stood with barely leashed violence.

"No," Kahlan snapped back, teeth bared. She would let Cara touch that blade over her dead body.

For the next several minutes it seemed like that was exactly what it would take. They exchanged countless vicious blows and kicks. She was pretty she'd be lucky if her ribs would be just bruised by the time they were done. Her jaw ached from Cara's punch, but then she was pretty sure the blood running down the corner of Cara's mouth spoke a great deal about the backhand from Kahlan that had preceded it.

"Stop pretending my life means as much as yours," Cara snapped at her before putting a halt to Kahlan's attempt to place her into a choke-hold by throwing her over her shoulder to slam into the ground.

"It does," Kahlan threw back between pained gasps "to me."

And then she choked, panic overtaking her as she realized breathing no longer carried the inherent relief of oxygen. Her eyes connected with Cara's and she saw the same fear echo back, as Cara stumbled on her feet and losing balance fell beside Kahlan, both now panting to swallow the last traces of the air burned up by the torchlight and their fight.

For an extended eternity, Kahlan thought this would be how it would end -- with the two of them dying just out of each other's reach, -- when she felt the touch of Cara's leather glove grasping Kahlan's fingers between her own.

It was that contact that kept Kahlan awake, kept her fighting just for that brief little bit longer.

It was that contact that kept her alive long enough for Richard and Zedd to find them.

It was that contact that Kahlan felt bringing her back even while a different set of hands encased her in a relieved embrace.

She couldn't force herself to let go of Cara's hand until she felt the reassuring press of fingers signaling that Cara was alive too. This was worth every bruised bone already singing its displeasure across Kahlan's body.

The desperate memory of Kahlan's own voice echoed inside the depths of her chest with every new inhale of fresh air.

'It does. To me.'

[panther-of-shadows]

Dude, it's been a couple of years since I looked for anything LotS related, and I can't believe my luck... my most sincere gratitude to all those people who continue to create content in the Legend of the Seeker fandom, especially under the Cara/Kahlan tag on AO3 🫶🏼

[curlyheadedfuck]

My Forever Ships

… through the years

Xena & Gabrielle

The OG lesbian ship that brought me here.

They’re the first women I ever see kiss

and I see myself like never before.

Elphaba & Glinda

My first ever ship. My first fandom.

The first time I learn subtext is another word for longing.

Pink and green look good together.

Olivia & Casey

Because who hasn’t had a Law & Order: SVU obsession.

I don’t believe Olivia is straight,

have you seen those ADAs?

Olivia & Alex, by association.

Why not? It’s hot.

Rizzoli & Isles

I love the opposites attract trope, a total fucking sucker.

These two are the weird curvy edges

that fit perfectly together.

(and holy subtext, heterosexuals)

Bo & Lauren

What is love without a lion and a lamb?

Neither can help themselves

and love always finds a way.

Kahlan & Cara

The pairing born from the actresses sexual tension.

Enemies to loves is more compelling than

two good guys falling in love.

Myka & Helena

The love story that should have been, the romance I’ll always want to write,

so justice finally meets a happy ending.

All I have to do is change the rules.

Bradley & Laura 

My current favorite, with similarities too close to home.

I’ve been here before, although my Laura did not have her shit together.

I’m both of these women. I have been and I will be.

Happy Valentines Day

To: All the ships that made me believe love is not a lie

Love, D

[wumpyprincessdrea]

So, I recently discovered that the term used to describe the hurt/ comfort trope sern in fanfiction and media is called "whump." Well, after browsing tumblr for a while, I finally had the gumption to start a new series of my own. The series I will start with is a Legend of the Seeker/ Sword of Truth fanfiction, shipping Cara and Kahlan. Obviously the original story is not my own. I thought of the idea for this from one of the episodes on the show.

Legend of the Seeker

Kahlan and Cara pt 1.  

Cara walked a few feet ahead, pausing to wait for Kahlan. Something was up. Normally, she matched her stride.   A few moments later, Kahlan finally met up with Cara.   Cara spoke, "What's the matter? Do you need to rest?"

  "I'm fine. If you need to rest just say so.", Replied Kahlan.

  Cara smirked. "Alright, I need to rest."

  Kahlan smiled as if relieved. "Good, because my feet hurt."

  Her breathing sounded labored, and she leaned against a tree.   She adjusted her weight, taking the wait off of her left leg.   Cara looked at her, puzzled.   "I think it is more than your feet that hurt. Do you honestly think you can hide pain from a mord'sith?" 

  Kahlan glared at her.   "I told you... I'm fine..."

  Cara smirked..."Right, then let's keep moving." 

   She began walking at a moderate pace. 

Kahlan groaned as she struggled to keep up with Cara, she almost had it but then her leg gave out from under her.   Kahlan swore under her breath, holding her leg, she lifted her dress, and cursed quietly but loud enough for Cara to hear.  Cara turned and walked back towards her, kneeling at her side.  "Never try and hide pain from a Mord'sith. There is a reason why some call us maidens of pain. Now, show me." She said in a commanding voice.

  Kahlan reluctantly lifted her dress revieling a festering wound.   Cara sighed.  "How long have you been hiding this?"

  Kahlan gritted her teeth, applying pressure to her wound. "It was three days ago... when we were attacked.   I didnt say anything so I wouldnt slow us down..."

  Cara shook her head.  "It's infected.  If not treated, you will be dead in the next day or two.  Then who will be around to protect your precious Seeker?" 

  Kahlan groaned in frustration and pain.   "What do you propose?"

Cara smirked.  "It will need to be burned closed,it will kill any infection and staunch any bleeding."

  Kahlan winced hearing the woman's icy words. "But we can't make a fire, they will find us."

Cara laughed maliciously, "Who said anything about a fire?"

She drew her agiel, her face beaming with satisfaction, and almost a look of excitement.   "It will hurt."

Kahlan sighed.  "I know, I have felt an agiel before."

Cara was almost grinning.  "Ha! Not like this you haven't."

Without warning she applied the agiel to the open wound while smiling, almost beaming upon knowing that her companion would be in pain.   She knew this would likely be the only time she would be allowed to touch the Mother Confessor in this manner, and she was enjoying every second of it.  Kahlan held back her tears of pain, knowing it was what Cara wanted.  She wanted to show her that she was tough. Beads of sweat formed at her brow from fatigue, fever, tension, and pain. A few moments later, Cara was finished.   Happy with herself, she resheathed her agiel.   "I'm impressed... you did well.  Even the strongest mord'sith would have fainted."

  Kahlan smiled weakly, nodding before her skin blanched and she toppled over unconscious.

  "Kahlan!?" Asked Cara.

-To Be Continued-

[rigveda13]

Chapters: 37/? Fandom: Legend of the Seeker (TV), The Sword of Truth - Terry Goodkind Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kahlan Amnell/Cara Mason, Kahlan Amnell/Richard Cypher Characters: Kahlan Amnell, Cara Mason, Richard Cypher, Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander, Mord'Sith Summary:

Ever wonder what happened after the rift was sealed at the Pillars of Creation?

[foibles-fables]

are they… you know… [trying to die for each other while adamantly refusing to acknowledge their feelings] soulmates?

[foibles-fables]

it’s an impeccable trope

[richardcypher]

Kahlan and Cara Legend of the Seeker (2008-2010)

[liltaireissocute]

Legend of the Seeker AU

Mord-Sith Lae'zel

Confessor Shadowheart

[cookie-sheet-toboggan]

[terapsina]

Who is your favorite example of gradual Enemies (or Rivals (or Adversaries)) to Reluctant Allies to Friends to Lovers Ship?

(though most times that last one is only achieved in my dreams... sometimes that third one is also just semi-achieved)