#adolin fanfiction

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters: What's Your Favorite Romance Book to Read/Listen To?

As requested by @cosmereplay :)

To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm quite doing what cosmereplay was envisioning, but this is what I got! :) This is in honor of Ardent Ellista, whom we see reading An Accountability of Virtue, which seems to be a courtly love-triangle epic romance tale. So what type of romance books do other Cosmere characters enjoy?

1. Vivenna

Vivenna: My favorite romance growing up was All the Colors of the Heart, about a princess betrothed from birth to this prince. And although she was scared, she was determined to make the best of it. Vivenna: Then it turned out he was very evil so she killed him and took over his kingdom and married his super hot, non-evil sister. Vivenna: As a young girl, I read that book over and over and over again... Susebron: H-Ha, it's so nice to meet your family, Siri...

2. Siri

Siri: Well, I always liked Dusk, about a girl who had to choose between the love of a frightening but alluring Returned who had to steal breath to live and a wolf man. Vivenna: Ugh, so unrealistic though. Why would a Returned who was thousands of years old want to hang out with a teenage girl anyway? Vasher: Sometimes she just insists on tagging along and won't stop. Vivenna: HEY

3. Adolin

Adolin: Look, An Accountability of Virtue is popular for a reason. Adolin: It has everything! Balls! Fancy clothing! Pining! Adolin: And of course, a happy ending. Adolin: Personally, I think I'm quite the Sterling. Shallan: You are. Adolin: Yessssss.

5. Moash

Moash: I like pretty much anything that's lovers to enemies. Leshwi: ... Leshwi: You mean enemies to lovers? Moash: Don't be ridiculous.

6. Painter

Painter: I like a good gothic romance. Painter: Two twisted people, scorned by society, finding a dark and bitter love in each other... Painter: Always ends tragically... Painter: That's the good stuff for a dark soul like mine. Yumi: Really? Because the book on your nightstand is... Painter: I'M HOLDING MAID CAFE LOVE FOR A FRIEND

7. Raboniel

Raboniel: The Fused have a tale about two of our kind who were soulmates. Raboniel: But they could never find a way to be together. Raboniel: One would be reborn while the other still remained on Braize. Raboniel: The one would escape only for the other to be killed within their very sight. Navani: .... Navani: And that's your, uh, favorite romance? Raboniel: All of our stories are like that.

8. Dieno

Dieno: Silly and poorly written it may be, but it's Fifty Lengths of Chain for me. Jasnah: ...Is that really a romance, though? The cover art is just...shackles. Dieno: Romance comes in many forms.

9. Steris

Steris: Well, as embarrassing as this may be to admit... I have always been a big fan of bodice-rippers. Wax: ... Wax: So, uh, we never negotiated about role-play, but... Steris: I'LL GET MY SPECIALLY DESIGNED RIPPABLE BODICE

10. Dalinar

Dalinar: My favorite romance is of course the story of me and Navani. Navani: Awww! Dalinar: But my second favorite romance is the explicit self-insert fanfiction I wrote about myself and Nohadon. Navani: ... Navani: You just learned to write. Dalinar: The world needed to know.

[nevertheless-moving]

continution of stormlight au 14, where kaladin keeps it together just a little longer:

Adolin: Storms! So both you and bridgeboy have been radiants—

Kaladin: surgebinders.

Adolin: surgebinders, this whole time? Unbelievable! Anyone else here secretly a surgebinder?

Renarin:

Shallan: I— your cousin. Jasnah. She didn't have a soulcaster. She was one.

Kaladin: Wait. I thought you said she died.

Shallan: Radiants can be killed! She had a sword through her chest!

Kaladin: I mean...I haven't tested that out specifically. But I've been shot a lot. And I was basically flayed alive. Teft nursed me back to life with a few diamond chips.

Adolin: Hah! The assassin did get you with a shardblade, didn't he? And you healed from it!

Navani: I knew it. She's impossible to kill.

Shallan: I— but I sank the boat. Oh stormfather...

Kaladin: I can also survive without breathing a while. 20 minutes easily. haven't timed my limits.

Adolin:

Shallan:

Shallan: I — wait, did you say you were flayed alive? What? Why?

Kaladin: It's — it's how the whole stormblessed title happened. Got strung up in a highstorm.

Adolin: Huh. At this point I was wondering if you got the title talking to the stormfather himself, ha!

Kaladin:

Adolin: ....Bridgeboy?

Kaladin: It. I mean during highstorms sometimes...

Adolin: I swear if you say you thought it was a hallucination I'm throwing you as far as I can. And I'm wearing plate right now.

Kaladin: It— it can't have been real.

Adolin: I'll do it bridgeboy. I know you can take it.

Kaladin: Fine. Anyway. That's how I got the stormblessed name. Sadeas ordered me outside, left upside down in a highstorm. Not fun, but I lived.

Shallan: So... she really could be alive...

Adolin: My captain of the guard, my bethrothed, and my cousin! Ha! Renarin, you'd tell me if you were a radiant — I mean a surgebinder, right?

Renarin:

Adolin: Renarin?

Renarin:

Adolin: Renarin...I...but why wouldn't you tell me?

Renarin (crying): I thought I was going mad. I was seeing things, I could hear screaming from my shardblade...

Kaladin: I hear that too!

Shallan: There's...something wrong with most shardblades.

Renarin: I thought it was...

Adolin (gripping Renarin's shoulder): Brother.

Adolin: I don't think hallucinations are real.

[trishyeves]

Transfemme kaladin/transfemme Adolin 14 or 16

Ooooh, excellent request! Trish, as could be guessed by looking at her library of fics, is always down to trans some genders!

(If you want to request one of these, the prompts are here)

Adolyn/Kal, rated Teen, 300 words

"Babe? You ready for our date?"

Squinting the darkness, clad in a fashionable crop top and shorts that may as well have been painted on, Adolyn tried to spy more of her girlfriend than just a lump under blankets.

The lump squirmed, and a groan emerged. "That's... today?"

Frowning, Adolyn crossed the room, stepping around discarded takeout containers and dirty clothing, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Choosing her words carefully, she finally asked, "Dysphoria?" Adolyn did voice training, and the time she'd put into made her voice smooth and traditionally feminine.

Dark eyes peaked out from the edge of the blanket, paired with the sort of wavy black curls that Adolyn knew many women would kill for. There were bags beneath Kal's eyes, but no signs she'd been crying. "No... or at least, not just that..." The girl's husky voice sounded empty, hollow. "I can't get up. Can't shave. Wasn't... wasn't transitioning supposed to help?" By the end, her voice was almost a whimper.

"..." Unsure what to say, Adolyn felt her hands moving before she'd thought it through. She peeled back Kal's black comforter, revealing the whole of her severe, frowning face. Sure enough, as she'd said, Kal's face was covered in rough whiskers, and she flinched under Adolyn's gaze.

"Sorry..." Her voice croaked, and only now did tears start to well up in the corners of her eyes. "I'm such a mess. Don't know how you put up with it."

Then, as though it was the easiest thing in the world, Adolyn leaned in and kissed her girlfriend.

Nothing long or deep or passionate, though she was certainly tempted to make it any of those things. No, Adolyn kissed her with lazy satisfaction, before whispering, "I don't 'put up' with anything. I love you. Now make some room, let's have our date."

Maybe an afternoon spend cuddling and talking and crying wasn't most people's idea of a perfect date, but Adolyn didn't care.

She was by Kal's side. That was enough.

[thestormlightnetwork]

KNOCK KNOCK STORMLIGHT MOOTS I FINALLY FINISHED THAT FUCKING ONESHOT

[sebarial-the-economist]

I have posted a new chapter of No Matter How the Wind Howls. (latest chapter link here)

I have to say, I'm pretty excited for y'all to read it. We're starting to get to the payoff phase of the story. The setup is done, the intermediate awkwardness is getting resolved. Kaladin and Shallan like like each other, even if they're not fully admitting it to themselves yet. (It's a slow burn, what can I say?) And the Knights Radiant side of the plot is finally starting to, well, start.

Anyway, have fun!

Idk whether it's better or worse to post this on a Monday.

[just-another-t-word-blog]

Captain Glower

A Stormlight Archives fanfiction

Summary: Kaladin has developed a reputation for being very stern while in uniform. Adolin has made it his mission to get him to break character

Meant to be platonic but could be perceived as shipping. Whatever floats your goat 😊🙃

SPOILER WARNING: TAKES PLACE AROUND OR AFTER OATHBRINGER

⚠️⚠️WARNING!!!⚠️⚠️ This is, as per usual, a tickle heavy fanfiction. No like, no read. Thank you 💙

Kaladin prided himself on his ability to command respect in any room he walked into.

This was, of course, a side effect of his reputation. His title of "Stormblessed" echoed through the halls of Urithiru, passing to and from it's inhabitants in awed whispers.

He stood tall, blue eyes locked forward as he stood at rest by the doorway to a small tavern that had popped up within the fabled city. He had been asked to make an appearance for their opening night, both to draw in customers and to keep them from getting too rowdy.

He wasn't the only soldier in the room, several striking blue uniforms speckled the crowd. He had given them permission to celebrate, seeing no reason to make them all guard the one entrance. So, he stood, quiet and firm, turning away offered drinks and watching his friends have fun.

A glint of gold sweeping the crowd caught his eye. A mop of blonde hair, speckled with Alethi black, peaked over the sea of people, eyes squinting as they searched for...

Him.

Adolin grinned, holding his drink up high as he cut through the room. He approached Kaladin with a knowing look on his face, standing beside him and mirroring the "at rest" pose.

"Hello, bridge boy."

Kaladin grunted at the nickname. Keeping his gaze forward. "Hello, brightlord Adolin." He said, keeping an even tone.

Adolin scoffed, falling out of the pose. "So formal," he laughed, moving to stand in front of the radiant. Kaladin kept his eyes forward. He was a good half-hand taller than the prince, so it wasn't hard to continue watching the bar.

"Was there something you needed, brightlord Adolin?" He asked, glancing down to meet his eyes. He had hoped his expression said "storm off" well enough that the older man would get the message, but instead he was met with one of his signature smiles.

"Kaladin, it's a party! Get out of your corner and have a drink!" Adolin said, gesturing to the room behind him. Kaladin shook his head.

"I have a duty here tonight. I was asked to be here for security."

"No," Adolin said, almost scolding. "You were asked to be here as a token appearance. No one is making you stand there and guard the door."

Kaladin sniffed, looking forward again. "No, thank you."

Adolin frowned, moving back to stand beside him.

Kaladin was content to stand in silence, pointedly ignoring the glances Adolin gave him. In all honesty, the radiant was not in the brightest of spirits tonight, he only came out for the event knowing that staying in his quarters alone would only make his gloom worse.

"Hey, Kaladin," Adolin started. "How many Herdazians does it take to change a gemstone lantern?"

Kaladin sighed, looking over at him. He almost let a smirk slip as he saw his friends excitement. "How many?"

"Doesnt matter how many, they'll always come up short."

The blonde snickered, smiling over at Lopen who teasingly called out an "I heard that!" As he struggled to peer over his tablemates.

Kaladin offered a smile, huffing through his nose. Adolin frowned. “Hey, is everything okay?” Adolin asked, voice shifting into concern.

Kaladin shrugged. “Just on duty.”

Adolin hummed, crossing his arms. “So, being mopey is how you captain a squad of elite supernatural soldiers?”

“Im not being mopey. This is my serious face. Im serious.”

“Convincing. But I don’t think even on more stressful missions you’ve glared at anyone so much.”

Kaladin shot him a look.

“See! Like that!” Adolin grinned. “Captain Stormblessed, more like Captain Grumpy.” He aimed a few teasing pokes into his friends side, not missing how he tensed in response.

Adolin continued his prodding, rambling to himself.

“Maybe not a threatening enough name. Hmm… snarl? No, too specific…”

Poke.

“Glare? No…”

Another poke.

“Ah! Yes! Captain Glower.”

In a great show of stubbornness, Kaladin remained where he stood, but his tan face tinged bright red. Adolin grinned, seeing Kaladin struggling not to crack.

Kaladin finally grabbed Adolins hands, pushing them away. He huffed, bringing back that malicious look, he stared the prince down.

Adolin raised an eyebrow.

“I think you know just as well as I do, you don’t scare me, bridge boy. I know your weakness.”

Suddenly, he wrenched his hands away from Kaladins grasp, lunging for his sides. Kaladin reeled back, falling into a startled fighting stance.

The tavern was packed, neither of them had much room to maneuver, only about an arms span away from the nearest person on all sides.

Adolin lunged again, bearing left, forcing Kaladin to dodge further into the tavern. Now a brightlord on a mission stood between him and the only way out.

“You know how to get me to stop, Kaladin.” He said, a little louder than Kaladin would have liked. The statement earned a few curious glances from the patrons, members of Bridge 4 calling out encouragements to his assailant.

I’ll have to make them pay for that in training. Kaladin thought, wincing as original bridge men started calling out spots. They knew well their captain would never back down from a fight, so they knew exactly why he was avoiding this one.

He slowly backed up, hoping it would be enough of a deterrent to let the prince drop it, but he ran into someone. A short someone.

Someone who recently got his second arm back.

“Oi, goncho.” Lopen said, quickly pulling Kaladins arms behind his back. Kaladins heart sank into his stomach. “I’ll forgive that little joke of yours earlier and do you this favor, IF, I can call on you for a favor of my own when the time comes. Deal?”

“Deal.” Adolin said, not hesitating.

Kaladin felt himself begin to panic, frantically pulling at his arms. Lopen didn’t budge. He whipped his head back and forth, trying to look pleadingly back at the traitor holding him.

“Lopen! Lopen, you know damn well I’ll get my revenge tenfold once this is over. Do you really want to be part of this?” He tried, doing his best to look threatening from his compromised position. Lopen shrugged, almost looking indifferent.

Kaladin looked forward again, Adolin having crept up while he was distracted. He had his eyes trained on Kaladins face, the terrifying gaze that proved he was a decendent of The Blackthorn sent a chill down the radiants spine. Not one of fear, no.

One of giddy anticipation.

“Come on, Kal.” Adolin teased. “Loosen up a bit! All I want is a smile.”

Kaladin gritted his teeth, pointedly looking away from Adolins hovering, wriggling fingers. He glanced to the side, catching the playful expressions on his friends faces as they watched. No one was going to rescue him.

He closed his eyes, dropping his chin to his chest and accepting his fate.

“So dramatic.”

Kaladin tried (and failed) to fold himself in half as fingers collided with his torso. He bit his lip hard, earning a laugh from the crowd as his muffled sounds of struggle escaped him.

He struggled to keep his breathing under control, huffing and gasping as Adolin explored for new, more sensitive, places. The beginnings of a ticklish smile pulled at his features.

Adolin was so dead when this was over.

Kaladin stubbornly kept his head down, not wanting to give Adolin the satisfaction of seeing him crumble.

Adolin was not deterred. He scribbled at his sides, drilled into his ribs, squeezed at any muscle that earned him a flinch or a gasp. It wasn’t until his hands wandered to his hips that he got any real prize. Testing, he dug his thumbs right into the bone.

Kaladin, honest to the almighty, squealed.

Kaladin arched his back, trying to throw off the hands that were firmly latched onto the spot that broke him. He threw his head back, nearly head-butting Lopen, as a stream of frantic cackling escaped.

Adolins face softened at the sound, a fondness warming him from within as he listened. Kaladins laugh was a happy thing, laced with hiccups and pitchy tittering, and Adolin was sure he would have been begging if he hadn’t wasted so much breath holding his reactions in.

Adolin switched spots again, mimicking the same hand motion as he dug into his lower ribs. Kaladin guffawed, not bothering to hold back anymore. The floodgates were open for good.

His knees gave out under him, Lopen barely keeping them both up.

“You know, you’d think if you’re trying so hard to get out of this you could use the Stormlight in any of the gemstones around you to pull yourself away.” Adolin said. Kaladin would have flushed red again if he weren’t already blushing from the tips of his ears all the way down his chest.

Adolin shifted gears, seeing his friend gasping for breath. He lightened his touch, gently scribbling and dragging his nails up and down Kaladins sides, then ribs, then back down to his stomach. Despite the change, Kaladin still giggled hard,

Adolin leaned closer, whispering in Kaladins ear. “Admit you’re loving this and I’ll stop.”

“What?! Storm off-“ the gruff response was cut off by a stream of high pitched giggling as Adolin used a lock of Kaladins own hair to flick lightly around his ear and jaw. The prince cooed as his shoulder shot up to try and protect the area.

Adolin kept at it, feathering around his neck, while the other hand returned to latch onto his hip again.

Kaladin shrieked.

“Using his own hair, gon? Now that is cruel.” Lopen said before gently blowing a stream of air across Kaladins other ear, laughing as he struggled to choose a side to protect.

“Hey, I had to get creative. It’s not like I’m going to cut it or anything, I’m just using it to my advantage.”

“Both of you shut up!” Kaladin cried between hysterics. Adolin feigned a gasp, complete with a slack jaw and a hand on his chest. “Well now you’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

Kaladins eyes widened, shaking his head wildly.

“No! No! Wait! I’ll say it!” He begged, pulling up a knee to his chest to push Adolin away. Adolin pulled his hands back, putting them on his hips.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

Kaladin looked around. Most of his companions were ignoring the display now for the most part, having gone back to their drinks and card games. He sighed, looking up at Adolin, slouched in Lopens grasp.

“Fine. I like it, okay? I enjoy it. Now will you leave me be?” Kaladin meant to be more commanding, but it came out as a tired plea. Adolin smiled.

“You have to say the word.”

Kaladin looked up at him incredulously, Lopen snickering behind him. He took a deep breath.

“I like being tickled. There, happy?”

Adolin grinned, nodding, and gesturing to Lopen to let him go. He slumped forward, letting Adolin catch him and guide him into a nearby chair.

Kaladin breathed deeply, trying to get his heart to slow down. Adolin sat beside him, leaning against the table. He looked over at the next table, clearing his throat.

“Pay up, Rock.”

Kaladin started, sitting up straight and looking over as the large horneater stood and made his way to the bar, picking up a large drink of some kind and setting it down in front of the high prince. Rock grumbled, not making eye contact with his captain as he made his way back to his seat.

“I told you I could get him to admit it. Don’t be such a sore loser.”

Kaladin shot a deadly glare towards Rock.

“You told him?!”

The room broke into raucous laughter, and the former bridge leader slid down in his chair as if to disappear under the table.

[mistywitcher]

heyyyyy so I’m writing a little Shakalodin hurt/comfort/fluff fic if you wanna read it :)

Summary:

Kaladin mentally and physically overdoes it, ends up running extremely low on Stormlight and on the brink of collapsing.

He goes to Adolin and Shallan’s rooms for help, but can’t help his thoughts from turning dark and the wretch from taking over. A story of my fave polyamorous throuple caring for, tending to and looking after dear Kaladin when he won’t take care of himself.

(This takes place sometime after RoW, but honestly this is self indulgent whump/hurt/comfort/soft gentle fluff for my own pleasure so who cares when it happens?)

[adamastache]

Stormlight Archive Kink Meme!

Love Stormlight fanfiction and want inspiration? Got a rare pair or OT3 you want to see more of? Want to find your new Stormlight ship you never knew you wanted? Announcing the Stormlight Archive Kink Meme!

I noticed there wasn’t a Stormlight fanfic prompt site like many other fandoms, so I made one! Check it out here:

https://stormlightarchivekink.dreamwidth.org/

Prompts can be completely anonymous and you can make as many as you want. So if you’ve got some kinky ships or fic ideas you want to share with the interwebs, stop on by! And spread the word!

[thaidakar-is-hot]

And here is the second story, meant to be read concurrently with The Gambit!

[allihearisradiogaga]

once nanowrimo is done i need to buckle down and catch up on the stormlight archive because I have so many thoughts about it but don't want to engage too heavily with fans online because I don't want to be spoiled

[sorchasolas]

WWWWWWWWWOW.

Fem Adolin <3

[nevertheless-moving]

Stormlight Archive AU Number 9, Words of Radiance

In an attempt to ruin the reputation of the only kholin with decent social standing, illai sadeas manufactures a rumor that adolin is fucking the new dark eyed slave captain of the guard.

Double social whammy for a) getting with someone filthy and beneath his station and b) dishonorably taking advantage of poor slave boy

At this point adolin and kaladin straight up don't like each other but the sideye can be read many ways and any attempts to discourage rumors only make them stronger. Brightlady Sadeas got 20 ex girlfriends swearing that adolin has a fetish for dark eyed men. She's got 40 different people prepared to take a vow that they walked in on the two together. The evidence is so compelling that adolin is starting to be convinced.

By the time the first assassin in white fight rolls around adolin's pretty much given up on denial and started trying to get bridgeboy to at least dress better. Bridgeboy is still fighting the accusations and wardrobe with the dignity and demeanor of a feral axecat.

Shallan rolls in, still very much desperate to make the causal happen. Ok. She can work with this.

Starts laying down hints like she can't entirely fault his taste, she just prefers her woman less grumpy. Oh, did I say women? Talks very dreamily about working under - working with Jasnah, how beautiful she was in the bath - (this is a shockingly easy lie. Pattern complains there's too much truth mixed in, whatever that means).

Adolin is somewhat left with the impression that Jasnah and her had a... dalliance, which wasn't quite Shallan's intent.

Adolin does not know what to do with this information.

He makes one solid, nearly successful effort to convince her that the rumors were manufactured, bridgeboy and him don't even like one another. Then the whitespine uncaged fight happens and people are like damn.

Kaladin out there discrediting anyone who thinks there's some unwillingness on his end while simultaneously raising the bar for boyfriends everywhere. You wish you had a man who would fight four SHARDBARERS unarmed for you.

Opinion around camp flips from 'nasty affair' to 'glorious warbond.' Sure it's with a jumped up darkeyes, but...

Alethi storming love a glorious warbond.

General opinion on the amaram boon thing was that it was a bungled attempt to get another set of shards

Adolin's Prison Solidarity is really the nail in the coffin. He figures he'll try and convince Shallan after they're married and he is decidedly still not sleeping with bridgeboy. Assuming that doesn't happen. Not that he wants it to! Though if Kaladin were interested, haha jk. Unless...

Adolin: He was really hot during the duel. And well, he has to at least like me, right? Why would he jump in the arena if he didn't like me even a little.

Renarin: It's all going to end...

Adolin: you know what, you're right! Life is too short for regrets! And shallan's practically given us her blessing! I should at the very least try, right?

Renarin: a storm is coming

Adolin: thanks Renarin, I'll talk with him after this expedition. There really is...something about him.

Then the expedition! It Does not go well! Adolin genuinely thinking he's cursed, watched two whole love interests plummet to their deaths. Next several days are Not Good.

Meanwhile in the chasms:

Shallan: I mean his pectorals are...I suppose you've seen them closer up than I have. Do you think you could describe them in better detail? Does his sweat taste different when it runs down his back as opposed to his chest?

Kaladin: this. This is hell, right? I'm in hell.

Stormlight AU Masterlist

[trishyeves]

🍬 I loved the transfem kadolin you wrote last time so much, can we get more of it?

Ooooh, you want more? Well, Trish did love writing that original little fic, so would be happy to do another!

Adolyn/Kal, rated Mature, 600 words

How exactly Adolyn could look so confident, could wear so little in a way that seemed effortless, Kal couldn't understand.

Especially when she was in a matching costume, and felt like an idiot.

"One sec, babe, and I'll work my magic on you," Adolyn promised as she continued tweaking her outfit in the bathroom mirror, playing with where the fabric fell and the exact shade of her lipstick.

She looked gorgeous, because of course she did. In her underwear, in a t-shirt and jeans, in Kal's clothes, Adolyn was always beautiful. But in her Halloween costume?

Ash's eyes, Kal thought, heat blossoming in areas that felt inconvenient. How is a woman like her with a thing like me?

They were doing matching costumes this year, because of course they were. Adolyn had on a red miniskirt that barely covered a third of her thighs, a blue crop top with a big "S" on the front, and a long red cape. Kal had asked when she'd been putting the costumes together if Adolyn actually liked Supergirl, to which she'd said something about being eager to show off what all her leg days at the gym had gotten her.

Which, Kal supposed, was fair. Adolyn had gorgeous gams. (Not that Kal would ever say that to her, in those words.)

"Okay, your turn!" Adolyn announced, stepping back from the mirror and pulling Kal into its purview.

One of Kal's requests had been 'nothing scandalous', because storms how exactly was she going to stand showing off her body when she... 'hate' was a strong word, but she certainly wasn't happy with it, not on most days.

Adolyn had taken the request and ran with it, leaving Adolyn clad in a tight bodysuit that technically showed off what few curves she'd managed to develop, without exposing any skin other than parts of her face, thanks to the cowl she had on to go with it. It had a cap, too, a purple one, and it left Kal's long and curly black hair to fall down her back in a cascade of curls.

"Why Batgirl?" Kaladin asked, for perhaps the tenth time, as Adolyn's hands were suddenly on her, tweaking the way the tight fabric clung to Kal. Is all the touching actually necessary, or does she just want her hands on me? Kal wasn't sure which answer she preferred.

Either way, she was getting hot and bothered again, and this was not a costume where a boner was something she could easily hide.

It didn't take long, evidently Adolyn was either satisfied Kal looked good fairly quickly, or she knew the situation was unsalvageable and gave up.

Standing side by side in the mirror, Adolyn shrugged, an arm around Kal's shoulders, and told her, "A lot of people ship them."

"Do you?"

"Maybe," and the answer came with a flush to her cheeks that Kal could feel from so close.

Kal snorted. "I thought you didn't read comics." She kissed Adolyn's cheek, and whispered, "Dork," in her ear, which sent blood rushing there as well. In that moment, able to see them both out of the corner of her eye in the mirror, Kal... well, aside from her heart hammering from her attempt at flirting, she felt good. Great.

She looked great.

Floundering for what to say after that, Adolyn started with, "I mean, I-" but Kal just took her by the hand and started to drag her out of the bathroom, emboldened.

"C'mon, princess. We have a party to get to."

[thestormlightnetwork]

Yes, this is cringe, but this is my cringe

aka: let's all laugh at my attempt at writing a fanfic at four am when i was in the middle of WoR.

Kaladin Stormblessed thought he'd looked Damnation in the eye before, but apparently, he did not.

"Are you storming kidding me?" Kaladin swore.

The smell hit him before anything else, and it screamed horse poop.

piles upon piles, hills upon hills of poop.

If Kaladin could make one animal less useful, it would be horses. Maybe then the Alethi would stop treasuring them like axehounds.

"It's your duty today, bridgeboy," Adolin assured him. "Better start moving."

"Your father and the king need protection, right now more than ever, and you send me to clean your stables?" Kaladin laughs at the sheer absurdity in the task, "You have slaves and parshmen who would cause much less resistance to the task than me, I'll have to tell you this."

"Your men are already protecting me and my family by the throat," Adolin's voice grew angrier, "and Renarin's new little stunt isn't helping to that situation."

"Oh, it's obvious why he wanted to join now, his older brother is ashamed of him."

Adolin's face reddened and he stepped closer towards Kaladin as if he was about to kill him.

But he wasn't, right?

Right?

"Listen to me closely," Adolin's voice became low and steady. "You know nothing at all about my family. You might think that you know us because we're in the history books and you've been our bodyguard for three months, but it's a mere second in my family's timeline. You need to keep quiet of your delusional accusations or when I will duel Highprince Sadeas, You will be a part of that deal."

Kaladin hasn't been afraid for his bane existence for three months now, and it's a situation that has grown fond of him.

Losing now would mean losing everything.

He couldn't let that lighteyed brat take away his' and his men's freedom.

He felt a storm of emotions, raging inside.

"How dare you speak of your own father's deal like that?" Kaladin preached to him, "How dare you speak of me like that?"

Adolin looked actually afraid of him, good.

But not as good as he thought.

Because Kaladin just drew in a tremendous amount of Stormlight, and Adolin could clearly see the glow of the Stormlight puffing out of his mouth as he spoke.

"Of course I should have guessed," Adolin shook his head in disbelief, "My father spoke of the Knights Radiant, he didn't talk about old myths in shining armour. He spoke of you, darkeyed rat."

the tempest of the storm and his own rage were the perfect motivation to hit the lighteyed boy.

So he punched him.

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What Your Preferred Kaladin Ship Says About You

[Minor spoilers for Stormlight]

Can the ships you like and/or write fanfiction for and/or read fanfiction for reveal something about you? Let’s say the answer is yes--what might your preferred Kaladin ship(s) say about you? 

1. Kaladin x Shallan

That scene in the chasms really got to you. You want to see two broken people raise each other up, preferably with a good helping of snark. Either that, or your love language is boot-stealing.

2. Kaladin x Adolin

You like a good rivals-to-lovers relationship, and you have a slight humiliation kink--it’s why you find yourself reading “bridgeboy” as romantic. 

3. Kaladin x Adolin x Shallan

Unlike Brandon Sanderson, you are no coward. 

4. Kaladin x Moash

You enjoy suffering. 

Or perhaps you just wish Sanderson hadn’t dropped the whole “the Alethi social system needs to burn” angle and still had Kaladin fighting against the system alongside Moash.

Which is to say--you enjoy suffering.

5. Kaladin x Lezian

You also enjoy suffering. The suffering of the characters, that is.

6. Kaladin x Lyn

Your ship was canon, but oh how briefly. I have to assume you write/read fix-it fanfic. 

7. Kaladin x Lewshi

You love a good, respectful, enemies to lovers slowburn. You say things like, “It’s about the yearning.” 

8. Kaladin x Renarin

I think you are probably a sweet person who wants only the best for your ships. You may have done a lot of research into epilepsy and how a fantasy doctor would talk about it.

10. Kaladin x Elhokar

I assume you are the type of person who says things like, “I want to put this man into a mason jar and shake him vigorously.”

11. Kaladin x Szeth

You probably have high hopes for the Shinover field trip. 

12. Kaladin x Rlain

You’d like to see these men explore their emotions...and presumably each other’s bodies.

13. Kaladin x Jasnah

You said “ace rights” and meant it with your whole chest.

14. Kaladin x Dalinar

You wish that a big strong man would look you in the eye and say in his deep, manly voice, “Your job is bad for your mental health. Quit right now. That is not a suggestion.”

15. Kaladin x Sleep

You just want to wrap Kaladin in a warm blanket until he feels better. 

That is to say, you love crack ships. 

[just-another-t-word-blog]

A Small Sacrifice

A Stormlight Archives fanfiction

From the prompt list; #20, “I’ll never forgive you for this, bastard.”

Summary: Kaladin gets dragged into an experiment in Shadesmar to summon a particular type of spren for Shallan to sketch.

WARNING ⚠️⚠️ as always, this is a tickle fic, don’t like don’t read. Also, this is WAY more tease heavy than most other things I’ve written. Thank you 💙

Had an idea for this prompt, so I’m assigning it to myself.

“I’ll never forgive you for this, you bastard!” Kaladin growled. He was pinned on the ground, with his hands over his head, underneath none other than Adolin Kholin, who seemed far too happy about this.

“Hey! You agreed to come help Shallan find spren.”

“No,” Kaladin said, frantically pulling at his wrists. “I said I would come and make sure you got back alive!”

They had taken a quick day trip to Shadesmar, Shallan had decided she wanted to sketch a few of the spren as they appeared in the cognitive realm. The black sky, white sun, obsidian ground and sea of black beads were growing familiar to the group, though the sight still felt alien.

Sylphrena sat cross legged, in her full sized form, a few feet away from the scene, giggling in amusement at his struggling. Pattern stood nearby as well, watching with curiosity, his kaleidoscope features twisting in a mind-bending sequence.

Shallan looked over her shoulder, grinning sweetly. “Kaladin, we have never seen Laughterspren here. I want to know what they look like!” She opened her sketchbook to a blank page, readying her charcoal.

“But why does it have to be me?!” Kaladin snapped, now trying to use his legs as leverage to remove the high prince. Said high prince, much to Kaladins dismay, sat on his waist.

Adolin laughed. “Because Shallan needs to draw it, and I’m not ticklish.”

Pattern hummed at the lie, Shallan snickering.

“It’s okay, Kaladin!” Syl said, leaning forward to look him in the eye. “Calm down, you don’t want to attract any Angerspren. You know how dangerous they are.”

“And we’re so confident these aren’t?” Kaladin said, though he stopped thrashing. Breathing deeply, he willed the negative emotion down, briefly catching a stirring in the sea of beads move away.

He looked up, glaring at the blonde. “Why can’t we just summon them the normal way?! Tell a few jokes and see if they appear?”

Adolin shook his head. “No-can-do bridgeboy. Laughterspren usually appear when there’s multiple people laughing continuously. Or, one person laughing a lot.” Shifting, Adolin quickly placed both of Kaladins wrists in one hand, pulling them to the side to pin next to his head. Kaladin willed down a nervous smile, but couldn’t keep the blush from rising in his cheeks.

“Hmmmm…” Pattern buzzed, walking up behind Syl. “Do you think this will work? Kaladin does not seem to be the laughing type.”

Syl giggled, looking up at him. “Oh, it will work.”

Kaladin shot a glare at her, earning back a wink. He could feel his ears burning.

Adolin started to unbutton Kaladins Bridge Four coat with his free hand, making him jump. Kaladin started to squirm again. “Hey-hey! No! The coat stays on!”

Adolin chuckled. “Why? So it’s harder to tickle you?”

Kaladin clenched his jaw, pointedly looking away, facing (with his head, anyway) the rolling sea of beads.

“Adolin, remember what Syl told you?”

Kaladin whipped his head around to look at Shallan with wide eyes, then shifting to Syl. She seemed unbothered by her betrayal.

“What did you tell them, Syl?” Kaladin said, voice shaking. She grinned.

“Just a few important details.”

Kaladin felt his heart drop, butterflies in his stomach stirring up a storm. He met Adolins eyes, seeing the mischievous glint within.

He was so dead.

“Look, Adolin, I won’t fight you, okay? Do whatever you want, just don’t listen to what she said. I’ll let you do anything else, just not that!”

“Oh-ho, what’s this?” Adolin said, grinning. “Bridgeboy begging already? I haven’t even started yet.”

“Shut up!” Kaladin squeezed his eyes shut, but that wasn’t going to help.

“Look, Kaladin,” Adolin started, mocking the bargaining Kaladin had just tried. “I’m going to say whatever I need to say to make sure you get us the reactions, and spren, we’re looking for. Remember, I have a little brother that I tortured for years, I know exactly how to make this unbearable for you.”

Kaladin tried to kick, tried to twist out of the high princes grasp, anything to get away. Anything to distract from the words that send ticklish anticipatory tingles up his spine.

“Just sit back, relax, and save your breath.” Adolin said, lightly tapping the fingertips of his free hand against Kaladins side. “I’m going to tickle you, and you’re going to laugh for me. Simple as that. You don’t have to do a thing, just give in.”

Kaladin tensed, sucking in his stomach and leaning away from the tapping fingers. A smile pulled it’s way across his face. He held his breath. He won’t laugh, he will not give in.

Adolin switched from tapping to dragging the tips of his fingers slowly up and down Kaladins side, gliding along his shirt with ease. His breath hitched, giggles forming in his throat but not yet ready to release. Kaladin couldn’t fight it, his smile grew into a nervous grin.

Adolin waited until Kaladins muscles were weakened by the sensations before bringing the pinned hands down to wedge them under his knee, freeing up both his hands to torment his friend.

“No! No please don’t!” Kaladin shook his head, hair flipping wildly. He weakly pulled at his wrists, finding he couldn’t pry them out.

“No? What do you mean no? I’m not even doing anything yet.” Adolin dragged his nails, ever so slowly and gently, up and down both of Kaladins sides, not letting up but making sure it wasn’t enough to truly tickle. At least not yet.

“I’m just riling you up a little so when the time comes, you can’t shut me out.” Adolin brought his hands up, focusing on scratching around his lower ribs, circling his nails around and around and-

A high pitched whine broke the tense silence.

Adolin paused, looking down incredulously at the bridge boy. Kaladin was refusing to meet his eyes. Adolin cackled.

“Stormfather! Are you serious?!” He laughed hard, watching as Kaladin grew redder by the second. “Oh man, that’s just great! Do it again!”

“Wait, wha-“

Another squeal was ripped from Kaladin as Adolin focused on that same spot, scratching with more intention. Kaladin threw his head back, but didn’t laugh, breathing in jagged and choppy gasps.

“Come on, Kaladin. You know you can’t hold back much longer!” Kaladin shook his head wildly, trying desperately to not give them what they want.

Adolin, determined, dug in a little harder, spidering around the spot that betrayed the bridge man. He watched Kaladin intently for any signs that he might break.

“Don’t make me do it, Kal. I can make this so much worse for you.”

Kaladin could hear Syl cheering Adolin on, Pattern humming in concern.

“Hmmm, is that red coloration good? He doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself.” Pattern said, obviously not familiar with this human method of play. Syl giggled.

“Trust me, he might fight it now, but watch what happens when he lets go.”

Kaladin tried to glare at her, but found it hard while enduring his torture.

“Better start laughing, I’m going to say it.”

“Say what?” Pattern asked, looking toward Syl expectantly.

“Just the word alone is enough to really get him flustered.”

“What word?”

Adolin leaned in, making sure Kaladin can’t shut him out, getting ready to target the spot Syl and Bridge Four had told him about when explaining this plan.

“The word he himself can’t say.” Adolin said, trying to make Kaladin look at him.

He shifted so he knelt above Kaladin, keeping his hands pinned but freeing up his waist. Adolin placed his hands over Kaladins hip bones.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, Kaladin~”

He dug his thumbs roughly into the divot of Kaladins hips, gently scratching with this free fingers.

Kaladin screamed.

“NO! Storm off!!” He cackled, weakly squirming.

“Awwww! There it is!” Adolin cooed, switching to only scribbling and scratching around his hips. Kaladins loud laugh boiled down to a simmer.

“Such an adorable giggle! It’s hard to believe you’re a war-hardened captain when you’re like this, Kal. To think you bark orders with this same voice!”

Kaladin looked over at the two spren watching the show, Pattern having sat next to Syl on the ground. Syl was clapping happily. If spren were ticklish, she would be so dead when he got out of this. Traitor.

Shallan had her eyes on the sky, watching intently for the arrival of the Laughterspren. Her charcoal was ready to sketch.

Adolin moved up, digging his thumbs roughly into Kaladins lower ribs, testing to see if the same technique worked on that spot.

Kaladin guffawed before falling into deep belly laughter, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt a strange euphoria wash over him as his system was flooded with endorphins and adrenaline.

Just as Syl had predicted, he relaxed.

Kaladin ceased struggling, only involuntary twitches and squirming remaining.

“Wow, okay.” Adolin said, a little taken aback. “I know Rock said you liked this but I didn’t know you liked it this much.”

“So….. he is enjoying himself?” Pattern asked, sounding amused. Syl nodded.

Adolin leaned in again, getting as close to Kaladins ear as he could without getting headbutted.

“Tickle tickle tickle! Aw, look at you. You’re so happy!”

Adolin didn’t miss how Kaladins laughter went up an octave at the words. He started darting to different spots, trying to keep Kaladin guessing, but staying gentle with his touch.

“I guess we should have guessed you like this, you haven’t told me to stop.” Risking it, Adolin released Kaladins wrists from under his knee. Kaladins hands shot to wrap around the high princes wrists, but was too giggly to pull them away.

“Not seeing anything yet.” Shallan reported. Adolin nodded, understanding.

“Have to kick it up a notch then! What do you say Kaladin?”

Kaladin shook his head furiously, but didn’t try to pull the blondes hands away. “No! No no no! Please don’t!”

Adolin shot his hands up under Kaladins arms, too fast to be stopped. He didn’t move, letting the implication sink in. “Aw, why not? I thought we were having fun!”

Anticipatory giggles fell freely from Kaladin as he tried to clamp his arms down enough to keep Adolin from moving. “I can’t! I can’t! It’s so bad!”

“What’s so bad? I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You know I can’t say it!”

“Say what?”

Kaladin dissolved into incoherent tittering, trying desperately to dislodge Adolins hands with his squirming. Adolin tutted.

“How about we play a little game, huh?” He asked, grinning widely when Kaladin just continued his quiet hysterics.

“We need a really big laugh out of you if we want to see these spren, so I’m really going to make this hard for you for the next few minutes” Adolin explained, speaking as plainly as if he were giving directions.

“I’m going to give you a count down-“ “No!” Kaladin cried, heels scraping against the ground to try and push himself away.

“Don’t interrupt me! That’s very rude.” Adolin flipped his hair out of his face.

“Anyway, like I was saying, I’ll give you a count down. After I hit ‘three’ I’ll tickle you with all I’ve got. However, if you can raise your hands above your head and let my hands out, I’ll stop, and we’ll all go home. Deal?”

Kaladin shook his head, but, strangely, didn’t verbally refuse. Adolin grinned.

“Keep your eyes peeled.” He said to Shallan, who nodded. Syl and Pattern leaned in.

“One…”

Kaladin braced, sucking in his stomach and squeezing his arms in.

“Two…”

He tittered, unable to stop. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide for so long.

“Three!”

Kaladin wheezed as if he took a punch to the gut, gasping before laughing loudly. He writhed, wrapping his arms as tightly around himself as he could, pleas dissolving into incoherent babbling. Adolin winced at the volume of his shrieking laughter, feeling Kaladin shaking with the force of it under his hands.

“Damnation. You better pray no one you face in battle finds out about this, you’d be very easy to interrogate.”

Kaladin moved a hand to try and give Adolin a rude gesture, but quickly slammed it back down.

“You know what you have to do! Let my hands out!”

Kaladin gasped, managing a hoarse sounding “No.”

“Let them out! Then I’ll stop!”

Kaladin shook his head, but focused. He couldn’t shut out the feeling but he willed his body to obey, focusing all his strength into raising his arms a few inches, plenty for the high prince to escape.

“All the way up! Come on Kaladin, I can’t get out.”

Kaladin screamed, half in frustration, half in giggly despair. “Why?!”

Adolin noticed the fatigue in the croaked cry.

“Fine! Fine.”

Finally, he pulled his hands out and moved to sit beside Kaladin. He laughed as he watched him roll onto his side and curl up into a ball, still giggling.

“Any luck?” Adolin asked, pointing to the sketchbook that Shallan was holding. Shallan shook her head.

“None, not even a glimmer. Maybe next time then?”

Adolin nodded.

Kaladin, recovering slowly, sat up and glared at the group. He raised a finger to point at Adolin, who poked him in the side in response.

“You…” Kaladin started, trying to find a proper threat to serve them.

“You’re welcome.” Adolin said, grinning. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed. Maybe we should do this more often!”

Kaladin flushed, bringing his knees up to his chest and crossing his arms around them. The group laughed.

Somewhere deep inside, he found himself hoping they would do this again.