#perrin x rand

[ancalagonthegolden]

Rand x Perrin. Rand was missing and Perrin was worried. He went asking different people, but almost all of them were either rude to him (like Wise One) or so caught up in their own business that they didn’t care about Rand.

Yet Perrin always felt a burning under his skin, knowing that Rand needed him.

And when the facts of the kidnapping appeared, Perrin immediately said that he would come for Rand alone if needed and bring him back. He also thought that everyone would go on a rescue mission. But Rhuarc explained to him the politics Aiel, and why only little part could go. Berelain also cared for Rand only because she knew she would be killed if she lost his protection (few nobles were already killed). Meanwhile, all of Cairhien was dancing, singing, and drinking, as if no one cared about the Dragon at all—whether he was present, missing, or dead.

Perrin has his own problems these days. Faile is angry with him without reason, Berelain is stalking him obsessively, and he’s confused, exhausted, and lost. But still, he puts everything aside because Rand is the most important thing right now.

What did it matter how much land had to be reconquered - or even how many people died, though that thought came reluctantly, painfully - stacked against Rand, the Dragon Reborn, being taken prisoner to Tar Valon?

Robert Jordan shows us how little the Dragon Reborn means to others. And only a few truly cared for him. Also, Perrin took Rand's sword with him. I find it to be a very beautiful and sentimental gesture, as if keeping a part of Rand with him. He did something similar with Faile's horse later, holding its reins as if ensuring that when her horse was safe with him, it meant she was safe too. At the battlefield at Duma's Well, Perrin went straight into the battle with one thought: "I need to get to Rand." Chopping through everything around him, praying that the figures in cadin'sor were men, he repeated to himself, "I need to get to Rand."

[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

My fishwives are fine they are just going through a rough patch right now it happens in a marriage. Or maybe it's just part of the manipulation to fool the rest of the Aei Sedi. MY FISHWIVES ARE NOT DIVORCED!!!😭😭😭😭😭 DO YOU HEAR ME THEY'RE JUST NOT!!!

[losers-club6]

how is there barely any the wheel of time fanfics??? i’m going crazy trying to find even the tiniest of crumbs. please someone write some 🙏🏻🙏🏻😭😭😭

[r0sa4077]

3. Nynaeve al'Meara

Art Credit to Karaburrito

https://www.deviantart.com/karaburrito/gallery

[hikarielizabethbloom]

Looking for something lanaeve related 😂

I swear, if they don't give me some Lan/Nynaeve and Egwene/Perin scenes i will scream. I don't ask for more... Just something...

I'm ok with Siuan/Moiraine because it seems like we're going to be blessed this season 🤞

[thewheelweevils]

And more photo drops! They aren’t dripping with details, but there may be something to be gleaned.

Starting here with Moiraine in her lovely blue dress, still wearing her Great Serpent ring. It seems even unable to channel (still debated as to whether she is stilled or just permanently shielded), she isn’t letting on and is still presenting herself as Aes Sedai.

Rand with his shaved head still wields his heron-marked blade. Come to think of it, we really haven’t seen him use it in the show hitherto, and there’s certainly opportunity for him to in S2.

Perrin doesn’t look so very Way of the Leaf-y here. Definitely seen some action. Golden eyes—surely a bad sign, per the Children of the Light! Not sure the context here, but he looks older and more experienced than in the photo drop with Aviendha. Except he seems to be wearing the same clothes? And the lighting is the same? Different point in the same sequence?

Mat and his trusty quarterstaff. The Two Rivers had competitions of staff(?) and bow, and Mat has enough practice there that he’s no pushover. Come to think of it, we also didn’t see Mat in action in S1, more just … running.

Notably, he seems to be in the same place as Perrin, based on the lighting and coloring of the building. Is he following them? Traveling with them, even?

Not really much to add here. It’s Lan. Could be the White Tower … or anywhere else. Nothing really revealed here. But it is an opportunity to look at Daniel Henney, and that’s never a waste of time.

Finally, The Wonder Girls! Egwene and Nynaeve team up with fellow Tower initiate Elayne Trakand, the Daughter Heir of Andor, which is technically the kingdom the Two Rivers is situated in, but an Andoran tax collector hasn’t been seen in Two Rivers memory, and most Two Rivers folk would be surprised to learn they have a queen. Isn’t the White Tower a marvelous place, where princesses and rural tavern owners’ daughters are equal in station? I’m pretty skeptical of Nynaeve’s story about the old Wisdom being turned from the Tower because of her rags—I would bet she wasn’t strong enough in the Power for consideration. Some people can barely channel a trickle of the Power, others vast rivers.

Anyway, they sure do seem to be going somewhere in the dark, and packed for travel!

[blank-potato]

Flowers for Bel Tine

Pairing: Rand al’Thor x Reader

Summary: Reader wants to confess her feelings to Rand during the Bel Tine festival, but things don't quite go to plan.

A/N: I am writing this out of desperation because there are near next to no Rand al'Thor X Reader fanfics and I've searched every site. This fic is set in showverse, before season one and the ta'veren are 18. Also, I realised once I finished it that the Bel Tine tradition is actually that the girl is supposed to ask the guy to dance and the girl is supposed to put the flower in the guy's hair but for the sake of the fic and my sanity ignore canon.

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Nervous but excited was one way to describe how you were feeling. Bel Tine was fast approaching and you were finally ready to do something about certain unspoken feelings towards a certain redhead farm boy that had caught your eye as soon as you met.

It had been a bright, warm summer’s day when your family had arrived in Edmond’s Field. A long journey, across distant lands, searching for a place to call home. You had found yourself missing everything you had once known—the rolling hills and sharp peaks of the Borderlands.

Sat on the edge of the village green, staring out at the landscape so unfamiliar and new, in your homesick haze and uncertain worries, a boy about your age appeared, standing right in front of you. His smile was shy but kind, just as nervous as you were, a basket of strawberries in hand and the best of intentions.

And from that moment on, you were infatuated with him—the lopsided grin, the way his red hair caught the sunlight, the quiet confidence he carried when he spoke, all the things that made him Rand al’Thor. But despite your feelings for him, he had relegated you to a "little sister" role. A relationship you once cherished but, as time passed and you grew older, began to resent.

As he grew into the man that you were so deeply in love with, it became clear to most people around the two of you how much you longed for him. But Rand was none the wiser, being as dense as a rock and as clueless as a lamb on shearing day when it came to girls.

However for the past few months, you had been working on making your feelings as clear as you could without embarrassing yourself and now, finally, the day had arrived where your hard work would either pay off or come crashing down like a poorly built haystack.

The festival was in full swing. Lanterns swayed gently in the evening breeze, music and laughter carrying on the air. You had always loved this time of year when the village came alive in a way it rarely did otherwise.

Your heart was abuzz with nerves and anticipation as if a fire had been lit under your feet.  Your eyes leave the window and focus on Egwene as she picks out flowers to put in your hair. The flowers represented that there was someone she was interested in, an old Bel Tine tradition, you would not fail to use to your advantage.

“Who are you hoping to attract with these?” Egwene asks as she gently braids the flowers into your hair. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye, her tone teasing but affectionate.

“I fear I should rather die than tell you,” you reply immediately and you can say with all certainty that you mean them.

“Die? How dramatic of you.”

"I only speak the truth, Egwene. So, who are your flowers for, then?" you say with a playful lilt.

Egwene takes a long, measured breath, but lets it out slowly, a sigh that sounds like she’s giving up on answering her own question.

"That's what I thought."

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As the festival is in full swing, you feel your pulse quicken as you stand at the edge of the dancing circle, enjoying the festivities from a safe distance. You see him from across the green, your face heating up at just the thought of approaching him... but song after song plays, and you remain in the same position you’ve been in for over half an hour.

Catching glimpses of him, disappearing in and out of the crowd, you feel both excitement and dread tightening your chest.

Mat comes up to you, a playful smirk already plastered on his face. “If I were a betting man, I’d say you had become a statue.”

“Oh hush, Mat.”

“I haven’t seen you move from this position for what feels like forever. Are you not planning on dancing tonight?” he pauses, taking in your appearance, particularly the flowers in your hair. “Or are you waiting for a special someone?”

You load up a sarcastic remark, but it dies in your throat when your eyes drift back out to the crowd and land on Rand. His hand is in Egwene’s, their smiles directed at each other as they sway to the music.

The voices around you fade into nothingness, and a sharp ache pierces your chest. Suddenly, it was just the two of them, and there was nothing but the stark, painful clarity of what you’d been too blind to see all along. The voice in your head berates you for being so foolish, for being so blind to what had been in front of you the whole time.

Her. 

It had always been her.

You don’t even let Mat finish his sentence before you excuse yourself in a hurry, your heart heavy in your chest, your breaths shallow, as you feel so utterly small and exposed.

You run out towards the woods, needing somewhere quiet to hide, somewhere to let the tears fall unnoticed.

The songs play on into the night, quieter now in the distance from where you’ve taken refuge. You hug yourself tightly, your arms wrapping around your body like vines, trying to keep from unravelling entirely.

You start to unbraid your hair, picking out flower after flower, each one discarded at your feet in frustration.

“Whole lot of good it did me…” you mutter bitterly, tossing another flower to the ground.

Just then, a voice breaks through the stillness.

“Whole lot of good what did you?”

You glance up to see Rand standing there, his brows drawn in confusion and concern. Taking notice of the flowers scattered on the forest floor in front of you and the loose petals still tangled in your hair, he asks, “Who is he?” His voice is low, a deep warmth beneath the hesitancy that sends shivers through your body. But you feign ignorance, unwilling to make yourself even more vulnerable.

“What?”

“The man that has your heart,” he clarifies, stepping closer.

“Does it matter? He didn’t ask me to dance…” you say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts.

Rand sits next to you, his presence grounding yet inexplicably nerve-wracking. He looks at you intently, his expression unreadable but earnest.

“Then what a fool he must be.”

You find yourself bitterly smiling at the irony, shaking your head. “You don’t believe me?” Rand continues, his knees now knocking into your own.

“You are the most brilliant, strong, and beautiful person I know. Anyone would be lucky to have you,” his words were full of sincerity, and you swear your heart stopped for a moment. Looking away from his intense, unwavering gaze, you try to collect yourself and your emotions. These were the words of a friend consoling another friend, and you had to remind yourself of that.

Finding issue in you looking away from him, he reaches up towards your tear-stained face and gently turns it back to him. His touch is soft, despite the callouses of his work-worn hands, and something about it felt comforting, like home. It took everything in you in that moment not to fall apart completely, not to give in to what felt so right.

“You should go…”

“And leave you like this?”

“Your being here is causing me more pain than it would if you were gone…”

You watched as his face twisted into a look of confusion. The dam of your feelings was so close to overflowing. Too long had you kept your love for him secret, if you didn't let him know now…you fear you never would.

“It is unbearable,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the weight of your confession.

“Being in love with you is unbearable. Whether you are near or far, my heart reaches out to you like a flower to the sun, longing for its warmth.”

“In love with me–?” Rand starts but you cut him off with a strangled chuckle.

“I thought I had… But you and Egwene—” you say before you’re cut off by a sudden, firm interruption from Rand.

“Me and Egwene?”

“I saw you with her.”

“There’s been a misunderstanding, a grave one,” he says, his voice full of urgency as he takes your hands in his.

You look into his eyes and think the emotion there must be pity. It had to be pity; there was no other explanation.

“You don’t need to protect me. I understand… and I’m happy for you both.”

"No, no, I was just giving Egwene and Perrin a little push. Jealousy works wonders…" he says softly. “But if I had known…I would’ve told you long ago that my heart beats for you too.”

“You were right.”

Rand gives you a look of confusion, his brows furrowed slightly. “Right about what?”

“You really are a fool,” you say with a soft, watery chuckle, before pulling him in for a long-awaited kiss.

As his hands find themselves wrapped up in your hair, his touch is careful, reverent, and full of the unspoken words you’d been waiting to hear. It feels like everything you’d ever hoped for.

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

tanner posting something other than newsies?? never thought I’d see the day but I have to let the wot hyperfixation win for a little while or I fear I may explode so hi wot fandom <33

[asha-mage]

Shkp bingo: Rand/Asmodean and Perrin/Galad?

[Send me a problematic ship for bingo!]

Randmodean:

Bingo!

Man I have always had a profound softvspot for Asmodean and Rand's relationship, because it is so fucked on every axis and it's a delight. The way Asmodean professes despair even while secretly dreaming of Rand's triumph, the way Rand projects so much of his own self hatred and anger at Asmodean despite the fact that Asmodean proves his loyalty to Rand's cause repeatedly, and Asmodean accepts it without protest because of the guilt and uncertainty that is eating at him deep down. The way that the forced trust that clashes with both of their desires to stay stand offish and guarded and not take risks or be vulnerable. The way the weight of LTT's soul hangs between them, the unspoken history shared between Joar, Meierin and Lews that is haunting their every interaction. It's so. God. Damn. Delicious.

It's also Rand's tragedy with the Asha'man writ large: Rand is so consumed with his own self hatred, projecting it onto Asmodean, berating Asmodean for things that Rand really feels about himself that he can not recognize Asmodean's genuine efforts to reach out, can not think that maybe redemption is possible, that Asmodean is ready to come back to the Light. Asmodean is a man who can channel, and so can not be trusted or redeemed or saved. It doesn't matter that Asmodean volunteers to join Rand in the fight against Rahvin even knowing how likely his death in the cross fire is (which bears out as true), it doesn't matter that he lends his own two hands to the efforts to help the wounded during the battle against the Shaido, or that he tries his best to heal Rand with his meager strength after Rand collapses. It doesn't matter that Lanfear confirms that Asmodean has truly started to dream of Rand's victory over the Dark One, of helping him reach it. Asmodean is a man who can channel. He is a monster. He shouldn't be trusted or liked or forgiven anymore then Rand ever forgives himself.

Anyways I think they should fuck nasty in the show about all this.

Perrin/Galad:

No bingo, but I still have a soft spot for it. One of those friendships that Sanderson's comp het writing wants us to believe is platonic so badly even though their is something way more messed up and erotic happening under the surface.

Cause. Listen. I'm a simple man. It's about the inherent eroticism of seeing yourself in the monstrous other, of feeling empathy, compassion even attraction to a man dripping with the blood of his enemies and with the eyes of a wolf.

It's about the inherent eroticism that comes from the pleasure of prying open a closed mind with your own fingers, of forcing a pretty white clad paragon to get down with you in the muck of battle and stain his sword saving your life.

Perrin could ruin Galad's perfect neat clean world and philosophies. Galad could lick the gore off Perrin's chin and taste his primal courage. It would be deeply fucked up in that hot fun way.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@xradiant sent: I don't recognize myself

            ˜”*°•.     Everything  had  changed .  Their  lives ,  their  dreams,  their  selves  as  a  whole .  A  bunch  of  kids  from  the  Two  Rivers  had  they  been  once  upon  a  time .  Yet ,  not  anymore .  As  much  as  pretending  might’ve  been  nice ,  as  much  as  he  wanted  to  convince  him  they  were  still  the  same  people,  he  knew  well  enough  such  statement  would’ve  been  false.  They  had  changed .  But  were  they  supposed  to  change  to  the  point  of  losing  themselves  ?   ❝ It  doesn’t  have  to  be  this  way . ❞  They  didn’t  have  to  dissolve  into  whatever  power  had  touched  them .  ❝ You  can  still  be  yourself . ❞ But  who  was  he  to  talk  about  coexisting  with  power  ?  Wasn’t  he  the  very  same  person  that’d  fight  it  ?  Try  to  ignore  it  ?   He  knew  it  was  terrifying ,  after  all .  But  maybe  this  was  what  they  both  needed ;  someone  who  could  understand  how  horrifying  was  feeling  like  you’d  cease  to  exist .

[wheeloftimexreader]

Trying to figure out how to get my stuff to show up in the tags. If your seeing this help please. So I’m going to post this again maybe write out my rules next:

[ancalagonthegolden]

Every time I read about Rand’s thoughts on how Perrin’s eyes consume light and shine like gold…

[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

I love how everyone is using the term "fishwives"

After watching episode 7. Using the term to describe our two favorite ladies.

[losers-club6]

i find it criminal that there are no rand al’thor x reader posts also lan too. For those who are thinking about writing for The Wheel of Time, please use this post as a sign to do so🙏🏻🙏🏻. I am begging🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

I need someone to write this!!!

now that I we have on screen Lanfear and Moghedien fighting, I need to remind you all to CONSIDER what would have been if Nynaeve was the Dragon Reborn

[thewheelweevils]

Nothing

That is what we have had

Nothing

We hunger, Amazon

We hunger for more

We cannot long endure this desert

Our feet burn on the hot sands

Our skin sizzles under the sun

Our throats parched and angry

We know, yes, we know that SDCC is coming

We know that this is probably where water lies

We know

But we hunger

Hungry!

We must feed

We require

A trailer