#jasnah x shallan

[cosmerelists]

Stormlight Characters! Shallan and Jasnah are dating! How do you react?

We’ve already imagined reactions to Shallan/Kaladin and Kaladin/Adolin. Let’s continue the series (?) by considering how people might react if Shallan started dating Jasnah!

Adolin: Is it odd for me to lose Shallan to the person who arranged my engagement to Shallan in the first place?

Adolin: Yes, a little!

Adolin: But, I mean, it’s Jasnah. Who can blame her, really?

Navani: That engagement was originally intended as a way to bind Shallan to the Kholin house.

Navani: Ah, Jasnah. Always deciding to just do things herself. 

Balat: And to think this all started because we sent you to steal that Soulcaster, Small One.

Wikim: Love is a strange thing!

Jushu (muttering): Especially in our family. 

Veil: I-I was kidding about only liking dumb women, of course! I am thrilled and not at all intimidated!

Radiant: As someone vaguely modeled after Jasnah, I feel very happy for Shallan!

Radiant: What was once but a splinter personality with slighter larger boobs is now Shallan’s reality! 

Dalinar: I remember when Shallan suggested that Jasnah be made queen.

Dalinar: And now Shallan is dating the queen.

Dalinar: I won’t dwell on it. 

Kabsal: Wow. So, I REALLY read that situation wrong!

Amaram: OHHHH... so THAT’S why Jasnah was never interested in me!

Amaram: I am so happy it was just that and no other reason!

Amaram: Why is everyone looking at me like that?!

Elhokar: Shallan was very brave during the mission to Kholinar, and she’s a Lightweaver just like I almost was!

Elhokar: I bet she’s WAY more trustworthy than my wife was! 

Ivory: Surprise is.

Ivory: Jasnah is logical. Shallan is...not.

Pattern: Mmmm...humans say opposites attract.

Pattern: But by that, they mean people with a notable differences in personalities and not things that are actually opposites at all!

Pattern: Mmm...delicious human lies...

Ivory: ...

Ivory: Jasnah’s partners...why must they always be Lightweavers?

Hoid: Of course, as an immortal, I am used to my relationships having expiration dates!

Hoid: So I am totally fine with Jasnah leaving me for Shallan!

Design: More depression noodles?

Hoid: YES PLEASE

[gal-palanaeum]

Attend Me by gemheart

Rated Mature, 1000 words, Jasnah/Shallan Shallan's mouth gets her into trouble. (For the Stormlight kink meme: Shallan gets dared to undress Jasnah with only her teeth.)

Teen-rated excerpt:

"Shallan, sketchbook," Jasnah said.

Shallan jumped, nearly dropping her pen, and shut the book in a hurry. "Sorry, Brightness." She looked up and shrunk under her mentor's disapproving gaze. Those violet eyes cut through her more easily than a Shardblade.

Jasnah turned back towards her desk and continued removing her Soulcaster. "I would be more inclined to accept your apology if we hadn't spoken about this issue before. Several times."

Embarrassment flooded her, hot and awful. "Actually, Brightness, I believe you only told me not to have this out when I'm supposed to be helping you, and you don't actually need me right now…"

"You miss the point-- or, I suspect, you pretend to miss the point, which is worse." Jasnah said as she shut the safe and locked it, and Shallan tried to disappear into the floor. "If I did need your help, you wouldn't be ready. What would you do, attend me with your mouth?"

"I could," Shallan shot back, mostly to avoid thinking about the tens of suggestive comments now filling her mind. She was already growing flushed as it was.

Her mentor raised an eyebrow. "You could," she said flatly, in her that was stupid and we both know it voice.

Shallan set her jaw and nodded.

Jasnah sat at her dresser and folded her arms over her chest. Shallan tried not to stare. "Go on, then."

"Brightness?" Shallan squeaked, sure she must have misheard.

"I'm not fond of repeating myself," Jasnah said drily.

Okay. Fuck.

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[trishyeves]

Jasnah/Shallan 42

Trish has been wanting to write more of these two, thank you for the excuse!

(If you want to have Trish write a little kissing scene, you can find the prompts here)

Jasnah/Shallan, rated Teen, 400 words

One may think that Jasnah Kholin was used to disappointing others, but her capacity to suffer under such a state was greater than even she realized.

She and her wife were together on the Cloudwalk, one of the higher places in Urithiru, and evidently, one where romantic couples tended to congregate.

Though she and Shallan were both dressed finely, appropriately adorned for their stations, they walked with a slight distance between them. They did not brush elbows, they did not hold hands, and they did not...

"Jasnah?" Shallan's voice called, but it sounded as though it came from a continent away.

Jasnah's focus was on the sight of some man and woman she didn't know, as they stood closely and kissed. The sight made her feel... ashamed.

As had been the case from the start, Shallan was a quick study, and was able to catch sight of what had preoccupied Jasnah's attention before the Queen of Alethkar could shift her gaze away.

Despite a history of coming to incorrect conclusions on Jasnah's emotional state after studying the evidence provided by her body language, facial expression, and tone of voice, Shallan was able to divine correctly exactly what emotion drove her to distraction.

"It's okay. I've... gotten used to it. Our situation." Shallan delivered the lie, for it must be a lie Jasnah knew the younger woman's appetites, with a disarming smile. "What we lack in physical affection, you more than make up for in your letters and words."

Hearing that was what did it.

Unable to stand any longer the idea she was failing in her role as this darling creature's partner, Jasnah stepped closer, leaned down, and stole a kiss from Shallan.

Pride would not allow Jasnah Kholin to do anything improperly.

"You may state your desires plainly," Jasnah stated, pulling away slightly. Even this brief moment of closeness, of contact, made some part of her squirm and itch. "I will not be able to accommodate them all, but I would be remiss if I didn't try. As Shauka-daughter-Hasweth wrote in relation to her own marriage: communication and compromise are paramount." In fact, the true quote was somewhat longer and dipped into Stone Shamanist beliefs, but a paraphrase would do, for the moment.

Shallan pouted, an expression Jasnah both cherished and detested in nearly equal measure. "I doubt Shauka-daughter-Hasweth's wife was as impossible to understand as I am."

"On the contrary. While accounts are sparse, what we do know paints..."

They continued their walk, perhaps a step closer to each other than they'd been before, and talked long of marriage and the nature of love.

[cosmereplay]

Happy Fanfic Friday! This week is dedicated to Shasnah 💜

when you don't have to think about it (love me at the ungodly hour) by gaybrial

Rated Explicit, 4000 words, established Jasnah/Shallan, bi ace Jasnah, promises of Wit joining them for chapter two

Mature rated excerpt below the cut

“Your intimate preferences—and needs, as a matter of accuracy—are quite different from my own,” Jasnah had explained, glancing to her side where Shallan sat in her shift. Jasnah had raised the topic while they were both reading in bed one night. “While I seldom find myself drawn to individuals—and even more seldom feel proactive desire for intimate contact of any sort—I understand that your needs are much more prevalent, and your attractions far less restricted.” While that was true, the clinical distance with which she carefully dissected Shallan’s sexual preferences left her feeling bashful, exposed… and, oddly, a little turned on.

Jasnah, oblivious to Shallan’s sudden discovery of a new kink, continued.

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[sapphicspren]

babe wake up there’s a new shasnah fic on ao3 (well, kind of)

it’s 1k and it’s narrated by Radiant and it took me way too long to finish but I hope you like it :) happy femslash feb

[supersomethinglikethat]

Just finished Winds and Truth

[mistywitcher]

WIND AND TRUTH SPOILER (it will be tagged as such)

Sando really went all out with the romance, which is usually very conservative and chaste in his books! which is absolutely fine with me, but I am LIVING for all of these slightly more detailed moments between characters.

Queen Fen naked with her husband have a "tumble in the surf". Jasnah talking about how she doesn't feel connected with Wit during sex, and how he tries harder to give her pleasure but that's not what she wants. Syl dead ass talking about vaginas (chull heads) with Kaladin.

ADOLIN AND SHALLAN GETTING STEAMY IN THE SHOWER, PASSIONSPREN EVERYWHERE, TALKING ABOUT BEING WET, ADOLIN THIRSTING OVER HER.

did sando get inspired by romantasy writers? or is he giving us this because this is an ending, and he wants to give us lovely things before it ends?

wonderful, brilliant stuff to add to an already wonderful, brilliant story!

[theskyweshare]

More scenes for stormlight archives future books.

A mysterious cloaked figure is walking through the tower.

A war meeting is going on. Wit is his usual asshole self. He then suddenly perks up and starts to pour two drinks.

Pattern starts to buzz nervously.

Everyone pauses as the shadow of the figure stretches into the room.

Everyone is quiet. Dalinar stretches to his full height as the stormfather rumbles ominously.

The figure speaks. "We need to talk bondsmith. Things have changed"

"Who are you?" Dalinar asks. "Thadikar. Leader of the ghostbloods"

Immediately shallan and jasnah become alert. Summoning their shardplate and attacks but thadakar either dodges or simply can't be hurt.

He calls for his subjects and suddenly one soldier comes forward and its mariaze. Then hoid gives thadakar the drink and takes a sip of his.

Kelsier tells them that they must work together and everyone is doubtful.

Explains his deal with gavilar and tells them what a monster he was.

Until he pulls out devices that has the conversations of that night recorded.

They are about to listen to one when Navani stops them and tells them that maybe they should just hear him out.

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

Coming towards the end of the way of kings (no spoilers for the other 3 books please) but is Shallan x Jasnah a popular ship for readers of these books cos 👀

[candycandy00]

The Doll House - A Nanami x Reader Fanfic Part 3

 Despite your crippling fear of men, your family sells you to the Doll House. Luckily, you end up with the handsome, gentlemanly Nanami as your trainer, and he’s about to show you how great a man can be.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Nanami’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored! I’m keeping the same tag list as Geto’s part. If you’d like to be removed, please let me know!

Note: Consider these parts AU’s within an AU. So you might see Geto with a different doll from the reader in his part, but just consider this an alternate timeline lol.

The book series the characters are discussing is The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson. Jasnah and Shallan are both from it. Everyone please go read it because it’s amazing (and fall in love with Kaladin just like everyone else, in universe and out). 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Daddy kink. Hair pulling. Oral sex. Fingering. Spanking (with hand). Divider by @benkeibear!

Four weeks into your training, you and Nanami are both sitting in your chairs, reading. You adore these quiet moments between you two, where you’re both doing something you love, together. Nanami always seems so relaxed and comfortable sitting there, a heavy book in his lap, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. You’re happy he can feel that way in your presence. 

The feelings you’re starting to have for him… they’re dangerous. He’s explained to you already that you should avoid developing an attachment to him, because he’s not going to be your long term owner. You understand that. But while you are a little less scared of men in general (you can talk to most of the other trainers at dinner now without nearly having a panic attack), you’re still terrified of the idea of some strange man taking you away from here. Away from Nanami. 

“You’ll meet the buyer a few times before you go,” Nanami has told you. “He won’t be a complete stranger to you.”

You were slightly relieved to hear that, but you still felt a knot in your stomach when Nanami casually spoke of another man taking ownership of you. Won’t he miss you? How does he keep training women and then sending them away without a care in the world? 

Did the previous women feel this way about him? Did they get this close to him? These questions haunt you.

You close the book in your lap, finally finishing the second book in the series Nanami is lending you. At your pace, you should finish the third one before you have to leave. The books are massive though. 

He looks up. “Finished?”

“Yes, just now.”

His eyes seem a little warmer as he asks, “What did you think of it?”

Outside the window you tried to crawl out of once upon a time, snow is falling silently. There’s already a blanket of the shimmering diamond dust on the ground outside, making the warmth of Nanami’s room all the more cozy.

You tuck your legs under yourself and say, “It was amazing! That climax was incredible!”

He smiles and nods. “I thought so too. Have you chosen a favorite character yet?”

You think for a moment. He asked you the same question when you finished the first book, but you wanted to read more before deciding. Now, you think you have your answer. “Jasnah. She kind of reminds me of you.”

Nanami looks surprised. “She does?”

“Yeah. She’s super smart, mature, collected, strong, beautiful…”

He raises an eyebrow at that last word. 

“Uh, I mean… you’re… very handsome. But you know that already,” you say awkwardly. 

“I appreciate the compliment,” he says. “I think my favorite is Shallan. She’s a bit of a mess, but she’s trying.”

You feel heat creeping into your cheeks. You saw so much of yourself in Shallan that you almost didn’t like her. But she’s Nanami’s favorite? Maybe he thinks more of you than you thought. 

“I hope I can finish the third book by the time I leave,” you tell him. 

“You will. And you can take my copy of the fourth with you. Think of it as a gift.”

You blink at him. “A gift? How did you know my birthday is tomorrow?”

His eyes widen slightly. “Tomorrow is your birthday? I didn’t know. The book was going to be a farewell present, so I’ll get you something else tomorrow.”

You quickly wave your hands in a dismissive motion. “Oh, no, you don’t have to get me anything!”

“Let’s see, how about a nice dinner?” he asks, ignoring your protests. “I’ll make reservations in the morning. And we’ll need to get you something appropriate to wear. The restaurant I have in mind is high end.”

High end? So he’s taking you some place fancy. You remember your aunt taking you to fancy restaurants a few times in your teenage years, but you had panic attacks when any men came near. You probably scared the poor waiters half to death. In the end, you had to leave before the food was even served. By the time you reached adulthood, your aunt stopped trying, which meant she also stopped buying you fancy dresses to wear. 

The next morning, Nanami takes you to a boutique in town and instructs the stylist working there to help you find something suitable. He waits patiently while you try on several dresses, finally settling on a red, form fitting one with a high neckline to balance out the rather daring slit up to your hip. The stylist announces that the two of you have chosen a dress, and from the fitting room you hear Nanami’s voice ask, “Would you like to show it to me?”

“Not yet,” you call back through the curtain. “I want it to be a surprise tonight.”

After putting back on your regular clothes, you step out to find Nanami at the counter, paying the exorbitant price for the dress, as well as shoes and a long coat you’d picked out first. You told him you already had a good coat, but he insisted. 

Back at the Doll House, Nanami politely stepped out so that you could get ready. He was wearing a fine suit that looked ridiculously expensive and his hair was neatly styled back from his face. He looked so handsome, you almost asked if you could spend the evening in bed with him. 

One of the other dolls, the one being trained by Choso, worked in a salon before being a doll. You suppose that explains Choso’s constantly changing hairstyles, but you’re pleasantly surprised when she offers to do your hair and makeup for you. When she’s finished, and you’re wearing your new dress and shoes, you’re shocked by how fancy you look in the mirror. It’s been so long since you dressed up for anything, you’ve nearly forgotten how nice it feels. 

You pull on your new coat, which is long enough to conceal much of the dress. It’s beautiful, with fur trim, and very warm. There’s also a pair of sleek leather gloves laid out for you to wear. You wonder why he wants you to dress so warmly. Maybe he wants to take a romantic stroll through town. 

When you step into the welcome room, Nanami is waiting for you. He offers his arm to you in his typical gentlemanly fashion and the two of you step outside into the cold winter night. 

You stop short as soon as you walk out the door. There in front of the entrance is a beautiful horse-drawn carriage. The entire thing is white with gold trim, even the horses are the color of snow. Now you know why Nanami wanted you to be warm. 

He goes over to the carriage and opens the door. A step lowers down from the side and Nanami helps you up and into the seat, then sits beside you. There’s a heated blanket folded neatly on the seat across from you, and Nanami spreads it over both your laps. “Not too cold, are you?” he asks, sliding one warm arm around your shoulders. 

“No,” you say, still a bit awe struck, “it feels nice.”

“I’ve noticed you like to watch the snow falling outside the window, so I assumed you like snow,” he says. 

He’s been paying that much attention to you? The thought makes your heart flutter. “I love snow,” you tell him, looking up at the dark sky. The snow is falling softly but steadily, in a way that will only leave a thin coating on the ground. It’s breathtaking. 

As the carriage moves to the road, you can’t help feeling like a Princess. The sound of the horses’ hooves clacking on the road is comforting, and you end up leaning your head on Nanami’s shoulder, savoring his heat. 

*************

After the carriage stops in front of the exclusive French restaurant Nanami made reservations at, he stands up and climbs down, then helps his doll move down the steps provided. She seems breathless and excited, which is exactly what Nanami was hoping for. He knows being out in public, around men, makes her nervous. The plan was to make the trip there so unique, she wouldn’t have the chance to let her anxiety build. He also called ahead and requested a woman to be their server. He wants this to be a special night. 

Once inside the warm, well lit restaurant, Nanami removes his outer coat and hands it off to an attendant. Then he steps behind his doll and gently removes hers. After handing it over and turning back to face her, he finally gets to see the dress she has chosen.

He nearly stops breathing. She’s so stunning in the long red dress, the slit on the side going almost scandalously high, that he’s not sure he’ll be able to remain a gentleman tonight. At the moment, he wants nothing more than to take her home immediately and fuck her into the mattress. 

But tonight isn’t about what he wants. It’s about her, about celebrating the day she came into this world. 

So he holds out his arm and she takes it, curling her elbow around his to interlock herself with him as they walk through the restaurant. Nanami reserved a secluded table next to a large window, so that she could have an excellent view of the town and the falling snow as she enjoyed her meal. 

He pulls out her chair for her and then takes his own. She seems a little bit nervous, but relaxes when a woman comes to the table to ask what the couple would be having to drink this evening. Nanami orders champagne after confirming his doll likes it, and the two of them look over their menus as the server walks away. 

Once dinner is brought out, Nanami is impressed with the doll’s table manners. She grew up in a wealthy family, so he supposes it shouldn’t be a surprise, but the way she gracefully eats her meal and sips her champagne seems at odds with the awkward woman who ran to the bathroom to scream a few weeks ago. He still chuckles to himself when he remembers it. 

“Do you always take dolls to fancy restaurants like this?” she asks. 

“No, this is the first time, actually,” he replies. 

She seems surprised. “Really? So why me then?”

“It’s your birthday. And I haven’t been here in a very long time. I don’t enjoy eating here alone,” Nanami tells her. 

“I see,” she says, and he wonders why she sounds just a little disappointed. 

“That being said,” he adds, “if I’m going to bring someone here to eat with me, I’d prefer to bring a beautiful, intelligent woman like you.”

She blushes and looks back at her plate, making Nanami smile. They make pleasant conversation for the rest of the meal, then when his doll is finished eating, she suddenly touches her ear and says, “Oh no, I’ve lost an earring.”

There’s something strange about the way she says it, as if she’s not really worried, but she stands up from her chair and looks around on the floor. 

Nanami’s eyes scan the floor around the table as well. “I can ask if someone can help look for it,” he says, starting to get up himself. 

She holds up one hand to stop him. “No! It’s okay. I can find it!” Then she pulls the fabric of her dress up and to the side and gets down on her knees. Perplexed by this odd behavior, Nanami watches as she crawls beneath the table, disappearing behind the thick white tablecloth. A few seconds later, he feels her hands on his thighs, rubbing along the inner sides, then nudging them apart. 

He freezes, the glass of champagne in his hand halfway to his lips. For a moment, he sits perfectly still, feeling her hands working at his belt, then opening his pants. Then he slowly sits the glass back down and subtly lifts the edge of the tablecloth. There she is, his beautiful, awkward, sexy, silly doll, pulling his rapidly hardening cock from his pants and wrapping her red lips around it. 

He can feel her tongue gliding over him, coating him in saliva, her eyes staring up at his face. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, trying to maintain a stern tone but struggling to keep from moaning. 

She pulls away, strings of fluid connecting her lips to his tip. “I’m still hungry, Daddy.”

His self control is being severely tested. He reaches down and grabs a handful of her prettily styled hair, pulling her face back down and effectively shoving his cock back into her mouth. 

Fuck, she’s good at this. Her tongue never rests, her lips are tightly locked around him, and she’s making the hottest little “mmmm” sounds he’s ever heard. It’s a massive struggle to keep his composure. 

His blood nearly freezes in his veins when the server approaches the table. He hopes the tablecloth hides his lap well enough as he smiles politely up at the woman. She smiles back and says, “Will you be having dessert this evening?”

“No, thank you,” he says. 

“And what about your date?” the server asks, probably assuming his doll had went to the restroom.

His grip on her hair tightens and he pushes her head further down, stuffing her little throat beneath the table. “I believe she’s quite full,” he says smoothly to the server. 

After a few more words and leaving the check behind on a silver tray, the server leaves. Nanami lifts the tablecloth again and looks down. The lovely face looking up at him nearly makes him cum on the spot. “You’re being very brazen tonight,” he says, keeping his voice even with great effort. “Such a bad girl. I hate to have to punish you on your birthday, but you leave me no choice.”

Excitement flashes in her eyes. He’s been with her long enough to know what thrills her, what turns her on. And nothing gets her wetter than a good “punishment”. 

He can’t hold out any longer. He pushes her head down again and says, “Don’t make a mess. I don’t want to see a drop on your dress, or my pants.”

She doesn’t have a chance to respond before he cums directly into her tight, hot mouth. He can feel her tongue and throat working to swallow all of it, sucking the life out of him. He suppresses a groan and hopes no one in the restaurant saw the shudder that just rippled through him. 

A minute later, his doll crawls out from under the table and he helps her to her feet. She takes a napkin and wipes her mouth daintily, as if she hasn’t just guzzled his cum. Then she holds up a dangly silver earring and says, “What luck! I found it!”

He can’t stop a grin from spreading over his face, or the massive hardon already building in his pants. There’s no way he can wait until they get home. He leaves a generous tip for the server and then takes his doll by the hand, leading her out of the dining area. He finds the “powder room”, which is structured like a restroom without the toilets. There’s a sink, a mirror, and a wide, padded bench. Apparently it’s a place for people (probably women) to freshen up. 

Nanami confirms the room is empty, then locks the door. He sits down on the bench and then pulls his doll toward him by the arm. Using rough but fluid movements, he forces her to lie stomach-down across his lap. She gasps as he moves one hand under the slit in the dress, stroking her thigh, then pulls the fabric up, exposing her black lace panties. His hand moves over her ass, relishing the feel of the plump flesh, the way she’s already trembling beneath his touch. 

He pulls off his black silk tie and uses it to bind her wrists together behind her back. Then he pulls her panties down to her knees and gives her bare ass a harsh smack with the palm of his hand. 

She lets out a small cry, probably trying not to make too much noise. “I’m sorry, Daddy!” she says. She’s not sorry at all, judging from the lusty look in her eyes. 

Smack!

“And what are you sorry for?” he asks. 

Smack!

She whimpers and squirms in his lap. “F-for being brazen and shameless… and…”

Smack!

“And?” he says.

Smack! 

“For risking us getting caught… and embarrassing you.”

He gives another smack, marveling at the reddened, heated skin where his hand hits. Then he slides his hand down between her thighs, feeling how wet she is, smearing her arousal all over her backside. When he pushes two fingers inside her, she moans and jerks in his lap. He pumps them in and out while she wiggles around, releasing little cries of “ahh ahhh!”

When she’s on the edge of cumming, he withdraws his fingers and gives her another smack, harder this time, and she jolts from the sting. That’s the limit of his self control. Nanami lifts her up and shifts them around so that she’s face down on the bench, her ass in the air, her beautiful red dress bunched up at her waist, her wrists still tied together behind her. And then he’s burying his cock in her dripping pussy while she cries out a little too loudly. 

He gives her raw ass another smack as his thrusts get deeper, and she clenches so tightly around him that he sees stars. Three more smacks and she’s cumming on his cock, crying and quivering, her makeup ruined by her tears. Almost immediately after, he reaches his limit, shooting his cum into her core. 

For the next few minutes, they sit side by side on the bench, just catching their breath. Then they quietly help each other clean up and his doll fixes her hair and makeup as best she can at the sink. She catches Nanami’s eye in the mirror and gives him a sweet, warm smile. 

She’s incredible, he thinks. She’s incredible and she’s his. At least for now. 

The thought of his time with her being temporary has been on his mind lately, and he can’t seem to stop thinking about it. He feels so comfortable with her, as if he’s truly home when she’s by his side. She stimulates him both physically and emotionally. Lately, he can’t seem to picture his life without her in it. 

There is a way she could stay with him, and he’s given that a lot of thought these past few days. But what would she think of the idea? 

On the way home, in the carriage, he watches the snowflakes collect on her hair and leans over to kiss her, his hand finding hers under the heated blanket. 

The carriage drops them off back at the Doll House, and as they walk through the parking lot, still holding hands, Nanami broaches the topic to her. 

“Are you aware that all trainers at the Doll House are allowed to keep exactly one doll they’ve trained?” he asks. 

She looks at him, eyes wide. “No, I didn’t know that,” she says as they near the door. 

He reaches out and opens it for her. “These past few weeks have been wonderful. If they’ve been the same for you… I was thinking of ‘keeping you’. How would you feel about that?”

She’s stepping through the open door when the words hit her. Just inside, she whirls around to face him as he follows her in. She opens her mouth. “I-“

“There you are!”

A feminine voice cuts off his doll’s reply. The two of them look up to find an older, classy looking woman standing in the lobby. 

His doll looks shocked. “Aunt Rina?”

Aunt? So this is the woman who sold off her own terrified niece to the Doll House.  Nanami instantly dislikes the woman, but he keeps his expression politely neutral. 

Aunt Rina places one jewel-covered hand on her hip. “I’ve been waiting all evening,” she says to her bewildered looking niece. 

Then…

“Pack your things. I’m here to take you home.”

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[cosmereplay]

Jasnah was so surprised when Shallan was willing to do an arranged marriage! Like, what would she have done if Shallan wasn't into marrying a man? Would she have arranged a marriage to Shallan herself? Just to keep her safe, Jasnah would say to herself. It would be convenient for both of us to keep her close...we could collaborate more...

am i allowed to say things about shallan and jasnah. am i. or should i keep my thoughts to myself lest i be cancelled

[cosmerelists]

Stormlight Characters! Kaladin & Shallan are dating! How do you react?

Syl: WOO-HOO!!!

Pattern: Mmmm…twice as many spren chaperones to prevent mating now…

Adolin: …

Adolin: I mean, it only makes sense.

Adolin: He can fly.

Radiant: I cannot fault the choice of a Windrunner as a partner. But isn’t he a bit, you know…raggedy?

Veil: So, uh, is the ‘only date one personality at a time’ a hard rule or….?

Radiant: Veil!!

Tyn: Weird. This is the third time that ‘Horneater Princess’ con has turned out that way.

Rock: Horneaters are irresistible.

Tyn: ...Gotta remember that.

Lirin: Excellent. An artist like Shallan may help turn my son away from the path of violence and death.

Hesina: [whispering]

Lirin: She’s killed HOW MANY PEOPLE?!

Teft: You know, I wondered why it took Kaladin so long to get back from falling into the chasms…with Shallan…

Balat: Well done, Small One. He seems like a...good man.

Jushu: Kinda odd, though. He keeps trying to introduce us three to something called “therapy.”

Lopen: Lemme know if you need to impress her, gon! My cousins can hook you up with the BEST gifts for ANY occasion!

Moash: Somehow…I am even less unchained…

Jasnah: Well, it was only a casual with Adolin, but I still can’t help but feel this is some sort of rebellion. Against me.

Navani: Not everything Shallan does is about you, Jasnah.

Jasnah: I know, I know.

Navani: …just the bisexuality.

Jasnah: The what now?

Hoid: Really?? But that would mean that an arranged marriage….failed? In a Sanderson book? Impossible!

Sigzil: …Um, Hoid, what are you talking about?

Hoid: Don’t worry about it! <3

Sigzil: How did you pronounce that?!

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A Study In Worship by Anonymous

Rated Mature, 3000 words, Jasnah/Shallan After finally accepting a proposal from Shallan, Jasnah finds their relationship to be more interesting than she previously imagined.

Mature-rated excerpt below the cut:

Life had an interesting way of changing our perspectives. Take the intricacies of human interaction and the lies we told ourselves, for example. A week ago, Jasnah Kholin would have said they did not interest her whatsoever. Now here she was, reflecting on how little we knew ourselves while absent mindedly nursing a glass of wine.

The source of this shift in paradigm, if you could even call it that, was plain to see. Shallan Davar literally glowed, providing the only lighting in the dark stone room. Radiant Knight, Lightweaver, artist and, since a week or so ago - Jasnah's pet. Slave. Toy. Property. It was hard to choose a proper term, they all had their own depth and each one meant something ever so slightly different from the others. For now, she had settled on Shallan being hers. Additional descriptors could come with time.

Speaking of changing perspectives, Shallan was - pardon the pun - a shining example. Even outside of her Veil, the young woman was always so brash and confident. Jasnah found it intoxicating to see her like this now - hands bound above her head, a chain pulling her up by the wrists just far enough to force her to stand on the tips of her toes, a blindfold covering both her ears and eyes.

How long had it been, since the Alethi queen had bound her like that? An hour, two? Even if the girl had any Stormlightto draw on, her arms must be hurting by now. Jasnah couldn't hide a smile, even if deep down this worried her a little. She did not consider herself a cruel woman. Pragmatic, yes. Willing to do what needed to be done, of course - she was Alethi, after all. She did not consider herself a particularly... libidinous woman, either. But something about seeing this girl, this liar, this actress, this... Lightweaver like this, bound and shivering... it awoke a beast in her. 

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Just finished ROW, here are my final predictions pre-WAT

- Moash Redemption starts, but is not completed

- Venli Rides a Chasmfiend

- Kaladin x Szeth gets substantial support, but not anymore than any other Kaladin ship.

- El does some scary freaky shit

- Something horrible happens to Yawnagawn

- Adolin ends up missing in action, but not confirmed dead. He surprise returns in arc 2 as a disheveled grizzled badass

- Urithiru takes off.

- Sebarial is actually a Ghostblood

- Mraize gets fucking jumped.

- Radiant somehow splits off from Shallan and becomes a whole separate person

- Someone kills the Nine.

- Adolin bonds maya and he and Lift have an epic edgedancer team up.

- Ishar, Kaladin, and Szeth go out for drinks

- Taln locks in for half an hour and suplexes a thunderclast

- The stormfather punches something

- negotiations with the ryshadium

- Nightblood and Syl become best friends

- Shallans mom was Ba-ado-mishram the whole time

- preservation dies (sorry queen)

- Ulim gets wiped from the face of the earth (by me)

- The Iri leave

- Jasnah disappears for most of the boom and shows up at the end with the night watcher in a gemstone

- Kaladin becomes President

- Navani transcends her humanity

- Lift eats rocks

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The Wind's Pleasure

I wrote another fic for @cosmerebingo!

Rated Explicit, 3700 words. Jasnah/Shallan, mentor/student, applied sex ed.

SFW excerpt below the cut

“I have been considering the life I am setting up for you,” Jasnah said, and placed her hands delicately on the ship's railing. “Despite the lie that led to the incident in Kharbranth, the event gave me serious pause regarding the nature of your education. As your mentor I am in charge of ensuring you have a well-rounded education, which includes your wellbeing.”

Shallan’s ears perked up at that.

“Things will pick up quickly once we get to the Shattered Plains, and the travel over land won’t be nearly as pleasant,” Jasnah continued, swaying with the shifting of the vessel. “There will be plenty of time for reading then, although for now I don’t expect you to abandon it entirely.”

Shallan turned and gave Jasnah a pointed look. “Why, that’s deeply indulgent of you, Brightness,” she said in a near imitation of Jasnah.

If Jasnah’s smile was rare, a snort was even rarer. “Indulgent? Perhaps, but I wish to support you both as a scholar and as a woman, and I feel responsible for ensuring that your future happiness is as secure as your future skills in logic and rhetoric. In this particular matter, indulgence becomes a necessity.”

My future happiness? Did the Princess have no idea what she’d already done for her? Shallan nearly scoffed. “You’ve secured a bright future for myself and my family. How much more could you do to support me as a woman?”

“A lesson, of a practical nature.”

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Stormlight Archive x Pokémon crossover (Part 2)

Shallan's Pokémon Team

MissingNo

Smeargle

Nickit

Ditto

Mimikyu

Doublade

I picked each character's pokemon team by drawing inspiration from several things: spren, companions, personality, occupation, abilities/powers, story events, and last but not least... vibes.

This is part 2 of 12. This series is getting weekly updates so make sure to check the tag #Stormlight x Pokemon for any future updates.

The reasons why I chose these pokemon are under the Readmore. Beware spoilers!

Yes, I know that MissingNo is technically not a Pokemon but there's just no better representation of Pattern so I had to do it and I make the rules here.

I went with Smeargle instead of Grafaiai to represent Shallan's artistic side because Smeargle looks more professional and a better fit for Shallan than Grafaiai, who paints with its fingers

Nickit, a mask wearing fox pokemon, is a great way to represent Shallan's attempts to steal Jasnah's Soulcaster.

Ditto's ability to change shape is a perfect fit for any Lightweaver.

As for Mimikyu and Doublade... Those familiar with both Mimikyu's lore and Shallan's character will understand why this pokemon reminded me of her. And Doublade... well, if you know, you know.