#WHEN LIANDRIN TUCKED HER HAIR

[lovers-paradise]

Gentle with my hands, my tongue, it understands your language – Lanfear/Dragon Reborn F!Reader/Liandrin Guirale

A/N: Final fic for this request:

Hi :) Can you write Lanfear x Lisndrin with these prompts which you posted?

"Someone should punish you for that."

"I believe I could make you do it."

"I don't think you've had enough already."

(If you don't write character x character), then can you do either Lanfear x reader or Liandrin x reader? Whoever you prefer... or just three of them together lol)

The scent of copper hangs in the air as you enter the room. Lanfear is pacing, Liandrin stood still, eyes locked on her cheek, split open yet again. A snarl escapes even as you move to stroke Liandrin’s cheek focusing the healing on her cheek and speaking softly as you look over at Lanfear. “Someone should punish you for that." Lanfear looks about to speak and you cut off her argument sharply. “I believe I could make you do it." “She…” “I want you both. She was coming to meet me because I asked her to.” Your voice fills the silent room even as you tuck hair from Liandrin’s newly healed cheek, pressing a soft kiss there and smiling at her shy smile, stroking her cheek gently before moving to pull Lanfear closer, noting her small tremble and smirking. “Fearful now, aren’t you?” She looks ready to say no, but then she pulls away and wraps her arms around herself in a surprising display of insecurity. “Last… last time I shared I was… set aside.” “Not this time.” Liandrin’s voice is soft as she moves closer and you watch quietly, noting the way Lanfear uncurls slightly at Liandrin’s voice, looking at her with clear nervousness, your voice gentle as you join them both. “I want you, my Chosen… but I know you have… feelings… for Liandrin, our fierce Lioness.” A pause then. “I was going to ask Liandrin to join us.” “I was going to agree.” Liandrin admits softly and you smile, nudging her towards Lanfear and watching the lingering kiss they share, moving to draw them both to the bed, Lanfear spread between you both even as you stroke an idle hand between Lanfear’s thigh, stroking Liandrin’s bare back as she leans to settle against Lanfear, your moving hand teasing them both even as you watch them together. This, here, is your dearest pleasure, watching the women you love tremble, moan and share their pleasures easily. Release comes easily for Lanfear and you smirk, watching Liandrin shudder undone as Lanfear whispers something to her, your laugh soft when Liandrin shifts to settle on her back. “I don't think you've had enough already." Liandrin looks ready to protest and Lanfear surprises you. “I think perhaps we should make our mark on our pretty one…” Liandrin shudders but nods and you smirk, leaning to kiss Lanfear before whispering your thought before moving to sink sharp teeth into Liandrin’s tender collarbone, using a little power to burn the mark into place before moving to settle between Liandrin’s thighs, watching Lanfear’s own mark trace into Liandrin’s hip, sharp nails burning the mark to her hip into place, Lanfear’s lips covering Liandrin’s chest in gentle firm kisses before, when you are both sure Liandrin is close, swapping positions, she finds her release against joined hands, the claim cursing you all even as you laugh, finally free of the wheel’s wills and free to enjoy your beloveds.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?//Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb… - Liandrin Guirale/Tissaia DeVries

Liandrin would wonder later what compelled her to even try healing. She had never been good at it, even when she most wanted to be, but something about Tissaia made her try. She’s almost breathless from the flow, the pull, of skill and work and when Tissaia’s eyes flutter open she sinks forwards, daring to choke out a few tired, laboured, breaths. “Who…” Tissaia is about to ask when she feels Liandrin’s body sink to the space beside her, moving swiftly to gather her close enough to steady her fall. Here, Liandrin entwined with her, she wonders. Has she truly been so alone she pulled another to her from some other world. She is still there, holding Liandrin, when the woman wakes. Liandrin’s movements now are slow, tentative and Tissaia finds she is drawn to sit, watch the other woman struggle to rise but refuse to stay still. She stills quite suddenly, turning to look out the window, her breathing catching in her throat. “You are… not of this place…” “No. No I am… I am not.” Liandrin’s voice cracks quietly and Tissaia pushes herself up now, moving closer when the woman sinks to sit at the window. “I was… seeking shelter.” “You have it.” “Why were you… what lead to…” “I thought… I thought my students may be better, without me.” Liandrin’s smile is small now, tight. “Perhaps that is why….” She cuts herself off with a scoff. “Never mind.” “You need purpose and I need… anything else but being here…” Tissaia’s voice softens even as she tucks soft strands of hair from Liandrin’s eyes, losing herself a little in the mist of fear and pain. Liandrin, she realises quite suddenly, has been numbed to the world for too long. “Perhaps… perhaps you are to be my… guide… in this other world. I can be your… shelter.” There’s hope, a slim, brittle hope but Liandrin’s smile, small and tragic as it is, feels a reward. “Perhaps.” Liandrin agrees. “Or perhaps you are to be my purpose, hidden from your… students. Here. Masked by my presence…” They will, she thinks, work it out later, finding herself leaning into Tissaia’s touch when it ghosts against her cheek again. “Either way, we are bound by destiny.” Tissaia murmurs. “I find that… brings hope.” They are both, have both been, frightened, wounded and torn apart by their worlds but the longer Tissaia’s hand lingers on Liandrin’s cheek, the more both women start to believe they may yet start anew.

[amemoryofwot]

The raw sexual tension between Moiraine and any other woman on screen

[butterflydm]

old friends (2/2)

Moiraine starts to learn who Rand has become in her absence.

Spoilers are beginning to creep into book four territory, though just the beginning of it, at the moment.

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He had grown into himself so much in the past few months. If she'd met this Rand, back in the Two Rivers, Moiraine would have known in an instant who the Dragon Reborn was.

Now… now, she had to somehow prove to him that her advice could still be useful. This man who was still so much a boy and yet who had chafed at her guiding hand even during their brief time together before.

He wasn't paying attention to her, his reunion with Perrin taking up his focus, so Moiraine let herself study the changes. Callandor on one hip, translucent, and that sword of his — the heron-marked blade he hadn't earned — on the other. Something older in the way he held himself, something distant. Someone had dressed him in better clothes, finer materials, though they were still woefully lacking in embellishments. He looked like he could be a distant cousin of a minor house, at best.

Surrounded by Aiel, so many of them with his height and his hair and similar features. They'd come over the Spine of the World in search of Rand, she'd gathered, and had happened to take the Stone on the very same night that Rand and his friends had moved to sneak in to try to fulfill one of the prophecies. Such were the ways of ta'veren, she was discovering. He moved the Pattern as he needed to, without even knowing it.

"I'm still me," she heard him say to Perrin. "I've not changed."

He might believe that, but she doubted Perrin would. Her eyes went to Mat Cauthon, who stood back a bit from the reunion, his eyes shadowed. Wearing Rand’s old coat, if her eyes didn’t deceive her. Liandrin had, begrudgingly, admitted to Moiraine that she'd sensed something dark from Mat, before the boys and Nynaeve had- Light, had Travelled, something not done unaided since the Time of Madness- but she could see it herself now, too. His gaze darted around, suspicious of everyone who wasn't Rand or Nynaeve. That hard look even fell on Perrin from time to time, though it would soften into guilt afterwards.

And when he looked at Rand... she thinks that she would have known something had changed there even without the whispers in the streets about the Lord Dragon's lover. That might cause trouble, in the future. The rumors about Rand had made it out of the city already, though not with his name attached, but nothing more than that. Not yet. Perhaps it was for the best that Egwene was safely tucked away in the White Tower, under Siuan’s watchful eye.

Moiraine touched Lan's arm, letting him know she was fine for him to go speak to Nynaeve, and then strode to the corner of the room where Min Farshaw appeared to believe she was successfully hiding. She’d cut her hair, since Moiraine had seen her last, but she looked well.

"Oh, it's you," Min said, pretending to a surprise that she clearly didn't feel. Sending word after Rand had already taken the city, after he'd given her permission, Moiraine wagered, was only slightly more useful than not sending a message at all. "You're a bit late."

"If you're advising him," Moiraine said, her voice smooth and even, "-you should tell him that he needs to look the part."

"I’m not here to give him clothing advice," Min said. "And that's not why you came to talk to me." Min had been... much more agreeable the last time Moiraine had spoken to her, when she’d been under the protection of the Aes Sedai.

"It isn't," Moiraine agreed. "I'm pleased you escaped Fal Dara before it fell."

"I warned them." Min gazed off into the room, shook her head slightly. "They tried to listen, I'll give them that much. But they believed they could change the viewing. Couldn't believe it was already too late."

"Is it too late for me to help Rand?" Moiraine asked her.

"You know it doesn't work like that," Min said. Then she paused, her eyes unfocusing as she stared at- not at Rand, but at Mat. "The best way you can help Rand is by helping him." 

Min met Moiraine's gaze, and Moiraine felt the weight of her vision behind her eyes.

“Can you be specific?” she asked. If she knew the details of what Min had seen...

“He’s a complicated one,” Min said. She shrugged a shoulder. “He has something wrapped around his throat. I think you can help with it. Not sure exactly what it is.”

Min paused, then added, "There's also-" She nodded over past Rand and the Aiel, past the Tairen High Lords and Ladies who still seemed stunned at Rand's existence, and towards a small clump of Shienaran warriors having an animated discussion amongst themselves — three of them, all people Moiraine knew from before Fal Dara had been lost — Lord Ingtar, Masema Dagar, and Uno Nomesta. "-some of the Shienarans were told to smuggle the Horn of Valere out of the city, to bring to the Dragon."

"The Horn is here?" That was… a considerable advantage. One she had not expected.

Min nodded. "Still in Lord Ingtar's keeping for now, at Rand's request. I think it makes him nervous. I haven’t seen anything about it yet, which is odd, considering how important it’s supposed to be."

Moiraine thanked Min, then took herself on a tour of the Stone, marking where the fighting had been, and eventually found herself in the Heart of the Stone, where Callandor had once been held. Saw the large cracked symbol on the floor, dragon fang kissing the white flame, made out of cuendillar, broken as heartstone should never be broken. She took a piece of it, tested it with her fingernail, shivering internally when it crumbled at her touch.

It was all only beginning.

Later, Rand granted her a private audience — and it had taken some doing to convince Nynaeve and Mat to allow such a thing — and he listened to her as she talked about the dreams that Siuan told her about, when she had reached Tar Valon all those months ago.

"If we'd gone to the Eye of the World together, do you think we could have saved Fal Dara?" Rand asked, quietly. Melancholy. He slumped back against the chair, his hand resting on Callandor’s hilt. Interesting that he chose to meet with her in a small room, likely one that originally belonged to a minor functionary. He might have been thrust into the place of a High Lord, but it clearly was an ill-fitting garment, as yet. That would need to change.

"I do not know," she said. Perhaps they could have, perhaps, but she didn't know for a fact, and he had too many burdens already. They couldn't afford to have him break before the Last Battle. "I do believe that whoever you faced here in the Stone was not the Dark One. I would like to help you, if you will allow it. My life has been dedicated to this task for the past twenty years, and I would hate to leave it undone."

She watched Rand's reaction carefully — he was surprised by her behavior, but that was all she could tell for now. She wasn't sure yet if this was the right approach, but she couldn't treat him as she had before, not when he had the power to throw her out of the city on a whim if he so desired. She had to learn who this new Rand was first, before she was anything but extremely careful with him.

"How would you help me?"

"I would start by- by helping you with your friend, Mat Cauthon," Moiraine said, picking her words with care. She certainly had Rand's full attention. "There's something wrong with him. That much is clear. As an Aes Sedai, I may have the knowledge necessary to heal him of whatever is troubling him."

Rand studied her for a moment that felt like it stretched out forever. Moiraine held his gaze, not wavering.

"He found something in Shadar Logoth," he said, at last. Ah! That explained far too much. And it meant she needed to act quickly. They could not afford for the Dragon's most intimate advisor to whisper suspicion and poison into his ear. "I've been able to… shield him, almost, but it still leaks through. Affects him in some way that I can't- I can't stop. And Nynaeve has tried but she can't- it's not something she can heal on her own."

"You've been channeling, to protect him?" Moiraine asked, her words sharper than she'd have liked. "How often?"

"Every day that I could," Rand said, as if he had no notion of exactly how terrifying that was. How much of the corruption had already seeped into his mind? And even Aes Sedai were warned to be careful of how often they embraced the Source, as the rush of power alone could be addicting, even with saidar untainted. "I have to- rewrap the bindings." She could see him struggling to find the right words. "They… unravel somehow over time. There should be a way to stop that from happening. I'm sure of it. But I can't quite figure it out."

"Would you allow me to try to help him?" she asked.

"Better you than a Red sister," he said, which wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but Moiraine would take what she could get. "Meet with Nynaeve. She can tell you what she's already tried. I will… speak with Mat."

Moiraine knew a dismissal when she heard one, so she inclined her head gracefully, and took her leave. 

She had almost reached the doorway when Rand added, "Wait." She half-turned to face him. He smiled hesitantly at her, and she saw enough of the boy she'd first met in the Two Rivers to make her feel a little more sure of her footing. 

"There's a storage room," he told her. "Filled with artifacts made by the One Power, all that Tear has found or stolen over the centuries. I'm not- I'm not prepared to have them taken away, but if you have a chance to look, if you happen to know what any of them are, I would be grateful."

"I will do my best," she said, not mentioning how many similar artifacts of unknown use were currently rotting away in the White Tower. She waited another moment, to see if he had anything more.

"Thank you," he said, softly. "For that and for- for Mat."

She nodded and turned away. This time, he did not stop her from leaving.

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[addendum]

Because my purpose in this fic series is to 'sneak Mat into the polycule', and not 'rewrite the entire book series', here is a summary of pertinent events that happened and that you should probably know about for future fics but that I didn't write out:

Moiraine never ends up swearing to be exiled on the oath rod, like she did in episode six, because she had no idea where our three kiddos yeeted themselves off to, so she stayed in the Tower like Maigan wanted and dug into her spy network, sending messages all over the place, including the one to Min at Fal Dara. She also talked to Loial, so got a better sense of where Rand and Mat's headspaces were at. When she did leave the Tower again, months had passed and everyone figured she'd paid her penance.

Yep, Egwene is currently a novice in the White Tower. Moiraine figured it would be safer for her to get in under the wire before anyone found out that one of her childhood friends was the Dragon Reborn. The first draft of this section had Egwene in Tear, too, but I could not make it make any logical sense given the time frames involved, etc. So! She stayed in the Tower for now.

On the plus side, Moiraine and Siuan got to spend a lot more time together than they did in the show!

Perrin has been working on his wolf-related stuff, etc. His sense of smell is a lot better than it used to be, for starters.

Moiraine has been waiting for Liandrin to get gossipy about what happened with Mat, Rand, and Nynaeve, and is kinda nervous that she hasn't, and though she'd like to think her threat to reveal Liandrin's own secret is why, she suspects there are other motives at work.

[lovers-paradise]

Let the world around us//Just fall apart//Baby, we can make it//If we're heart to heart - Liandrin Guirale/Reader

A/N: Written for an Anon Request.

Denial has always come easily. Red ajah are prone to it after all. Liandrin Guirale had caught your eye the first day you both came to this place, trained to be who you now are. Aes Sedai. You still push away the feelings deep down. She’s too cold to know better and you will never tell her, you’ve been rivals for everything. Battle changes things. Forsaken, not Liandrin’s, you think almost idily. Lanfear is not here. Oh, she’d thought she was so smart, so slick, you had known anyway, but the battle still comes and Liandrin still falls. She’d hidden it at first, battling back to her feet before her body collapsed under the pressure. Her shield, already thin, is close to cracking and without thinking you throw all you have behind the shield you build from the Power, pressing it to protect you both even as your hand covers her bleeding wounds, ignoring her protests. She heals slowly, so slowly that you are nearly hit when your shield breaks, rescued only when Liandrin whispers Lanfear’s name into the air between you, hiding her face in your hair all the same. You are left alone hours later. Liandrin had cursed quietly when you pulled her to her feet and you can see the healing job is barely holding, inches from tearing. You mirror her now, red clothing slashed and torn, ragged marks over your collarbone. She allows you to heal, first her, then yourself, her eyes focused on you in a way that should make you nervous. It doesn’t. She seems curious, even as you shift to find clothing, wrapping yourself in fresh red shirt and then move to find her something, helping her change quietly. “You would you…” “Liandrin…” “You could have…” “Lia. Please.” You move on instinct this time, run a hand into her damned blonde braids, tug firmly and kiss her when she turns her chin up at the perfect angle to let you meet her mouth with your own, your free hand cupping her cheek, brushing blood and a few strays tears away. ���I love you… you stubborn fool.” You mutter the words against her lips, barely hiding your smile when she shifts away, looks up at you again and then sighs, rising to meet you when you turn away, suddenly unsure. “I love you too.” Four little words. Innocent but spoken with such feeling that you can feel a sob threaten to escape. You turn in just enough time to see her knot her fingers together, squeezing tightly. She’s nervous, even after you admit to loving her and you move closer in three short strides, tuck her into your arms and let your lips find her ear. “Come to bed?” She nods, short, shy and you smile, leading her to the bed and settling, coaxing her down beside you to wrap her closer again, holding her steady even as she knots her fingers into your shirt. “Rest, Liandrin, I won’t push you.” You mean it. Here, held, is enough. You will never once push her beyond what she feels able to give, building her back up with your gentle care and fierce loyalty. She had strayed to the Black, you think, but so had you, for her sake.

[lovers-paradise]

Every night makes me hate the days//Can't get enough of your love -  Dom!Liandrin/Sub!F!Reader

A/N: Written for the prompt: Hiya! I saw your smut prompts and can you please do Dom!Liandrin x fem reader with these: 26. “I want you to ruin me.” , 2. “Open your mouth for me.” , 6. “You look so good beneath me.”  , 18. “Swallow.” , 23. “Say my name.”

“I want you to ruin me.” The words are whispered as you walk away from the group, Liandrin has always kept you closest, her right hand, her loyal servant in all things Red Ajah, but people had no idea just how close you really are. Later, shut away safely with the silencing walls and door, thick and impenetrable by any sound, safely in place, she moves to tuck hair from your eyes, studying you for any sign of insecurity or nerves. Nothing shows. You sink willingly into place given the sign, neither of you bother much with clothes when you are alone, Liandrin knows by now you want her, all of her, even the ‘unpretty’ parts. “You look so good beneath me.”  Praise, easily earnt and freely given but you smile all the same, keeping eye contact even as she smiles down at you. She knows you will always do what you can to behave for her. It’s easy to follow her to the bed at the next signal, you settle and she smiles down at you again, sitting over you with quiet ease. You wonder, briefly, what she wants this time, then she’s settled against your lips. “Open your mouth for me…” You do, of course, settling to work when the next signal comes, silent and almost a plea. You are happiest here, between her thighs, watching her tremble for you. She had doubted, at first, that anyone could ever want to submit for her, but you had, from the beginning. Now, as she shudders so beautifully for you, you smile into her skin, working deeper and harder when she’s ready, reading her easily. Her release, which used to come slower, comes on her quickly and her voice is softly husky when she next speaks. “Swallow.” You do, eagerly, watching her move off you and lower, your eyes slipping closed at her touch teasing you open to her, your breath catching in your throat. It won’t take long, it never does, but she teases you by pulling away just before you can reach a peak, the command simple. “Say my name.” She’s back on you before you can question it and you whine as you shudder undone, her name comes from you as a gasp. “Liandrin…” She’s quieter when she tucks against you, your arms looping around her as you tuck both of you under blankets, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you Liandrin… so much.”