Day 22: Anything for you
Rated Explicit, Leshwi/transfem!Kaladin
For notes on use of language for genitals, see ao3 notes
Consider this the last chapter of Karma (rated Teen)
Kaladi flopped back onto the new, large bed that she and Leshwi now officially shared. “That was…intense,” she said, and let out a long sigh. “I don’t ever want to do that again.”
“The point of a wedding is that you won’t have to,” Leshwi said to Amusement, and flashed him the smile she’d been parading around all day for the humans’ sake.
She climbed onto the bed, up Kaladi’s body, and then straddled her. “How easy it is to capture you now,” she mused. “Now I believe the ardents would want us to consummate.”
The words hardly penetrated her tired mind, as Kaladi was still dazzled by the woman above her. She marvelled at how Leshwi managed to maintain a calm, stately energy even as she started to undo the many, many buttons that held Kaladi’s wedding havah together. Leshwi herself had eschewed Alethi fashion, choosing instead to wear listener wedding clothing, in colours that matched her new wife. Those would be much easier to remove.
Wait. Consummate? Did Leshwi even want that? Despite having thought about it many times, Kaladi hadn’t actually managed to ask about it yet.
Suddenly Kaladi felt very awake. “Do you? Want us to consummate?” she asked.
With the front of Kaladi’s havah spread open, Leshwi spread her hands across Kaladi’s broad, mostly flat chest, squeezing her small breasts. Kaladi gasped. She wasn’t used to being the one who was touched; with her previous girlfriends she’d been expected to do the touching.
Not to mention she wasn’t used to being so sensitive there. That was one of the things that had changed.
“Yes,” Leshwi said, “although…” Her Rhythm suggested Curiosity.
Kaladi tried to sit up, but Leshwi pushed back, forcing her to lay down again. “Although what?” Kaladi asked, making an effort at using Curiosity back to her.
“Although I am not in a reproductive form. I can evert my penis, but it won’t stiffen. It would feel good if you were to touch it, but there would not be any…juice?”
“Orgasm?” Kaladi suggested.
“That’s the Alethi word? It has changed since Alethela fell,” Leshwi said, then hummed to Curiosity. “I like to be touched, but it will not be the way of a human coupling.”
“Can you demonstrate how you want to be touched?” Kaladi wanted very much to do it right.
Leshwi hummed to Peace as she slowly took apart the rest of Kaladi’s clothing. She had Kaladi lay on her front, then traced her fingers over her body, pressing softly to ease her tense muscles, and making her feel even more sensitive. Kaladi could feel herself getting hard as she slowly rocked her ass back against Leshwi’s body, then ground herself into the sheets, feeling a heated throb between her legs.
She moaned into the pillow, and Leshwi’s weight shifted as she moved to kneel beside her. “Roll over,” she said, and it felt like an order.
Feeling a thrill of nervousness, Kaladi rolled over as ordered, exposing the front of her naked body to her wife for the first time. Leshwi hummed as she traced over Kaladi’s shoulders, her breasts, her belly, then lower still. Though Kaladi’s clitoris had shrunk to about half its former size after her realization, it was still large enough to emerge from her public hair, and it was fully hard. Kaladi swallowed and closed her eyes, listening for Leshwi’s Rhythm.
Peace, she was pretty sure. Kaladi took a deep breath. Why was she nervous? Leshwi was just demonstrating how she’d like to be touched.
“Your fists are closed, Kaladi,” Leshwi said to Peace. “Are you all right?”
This time, she let Kaladi sit up on her elbows. “There’s, well… there’s a certain way I treat my…self,” she said, and a small white petal fluttered beside her. "It's different than how you described it."
Leshwi removed her hand and hummed. "How would you like to be touched?"
A silence stretched out that Kaladi struggled to fill. She felt like a mess-a mix of trepidation, shame, and horniness, and to her embarrassment, horniness was winning.
“Tell me,” Leshwi said to Peace. “Don’t make me say it to Command.”
One of Odium’s Rhythms. That was a joke.
Kaladi smiled. “Would you…Can I…” She shook her head. “Storms, why is this so hard to say?”
Leshwi leaned in and held Kaladi’s cheek. “My wife, I would do anything for you. I would give up the skies. I would face my past. I would…” she gestured downwards, “treat you how you want to be treated. I love you.”
Kaladi didn’t know whether to smile or cry, so she lunged forward to kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered. "I love you too."
A large, carapaced hand pushed Kaladi back down to the bed. “Tell me, Kaladi,” she said to a more insistent Rhythm.
She took a breath, then slid her hand down, showing Leshwi something she’d only ever done in private. “I like my, uh, clitoris, to be held down like this, against my body. And then I think it would feel really good if you, uh, licked it? Just the tip of it. I usually wet my hand and rub it like this.” She demonstrated, and storms, she felt incredibly hot with Leshwi's unreadable gaze on her.
Leshwi nodded, then reached for her. “I can touch you like that,” she said, and brushed a thick thumbpad across her tip. “Your hands are no longer needed here,” she said, and used her other hand to take Kaladi’s wrists and hold them criss-crossed above her head.
“Storms, I forget how much taller you are than me sometimes,” Kaladi said in a shaky voice, then gasped again as Leshwi held down her clitoris with a firm palm. In seconds, her hot tongue found her bud.
Kaladi moaned and arched her back, but Leshwi held her still. The heat of her was intense, and the way she flicked her tongue across her clitoris…it crested mountains of pleasure that Kaladi had never climbed before. All she could do was squirm and try her best to moan to the beats of Praise.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, Leshwi pressed her lips to Kaladi’s clitoris and hummed a strong Rhythm that blew through Kaladi’s body like a Highstorm. She came with a panting cry, squirting clear fluid over herself. She looked up, thinking she was done, but Leshwi held her firm. Her humming softened, but she continued that Rhythm until all the waves of pleasure had finished washing through Kaladi’s body, and she stilled.
“How was that?” Leshwi asked to Curiosity. She moved forward, licking her clitoris clean, then licking and kissing the wetness from her belly.
“It was…amazing,” Kaladi said, trying her best to attune Praise.
“We can do that every day if you like,” Leshwi smiled.
Kaladi grinned, then sat up again, and Leshwi let her go. “Now it’s your turn,” Kaladi said, and fully intended to give Leshwi everything she wanted. “You lay down.”
Humming to a Rhythm she didn’t recognize yet, Leshwi removed her clothes, then lay on her belly on the bed. Kaladi straddled her ass and did her best to repeat the motions Leshwi had asked for, lightly tracing over the swirls of marbling over her carapace, then massaging her skin. Leshwi hummed to Praise, and Kaladi joined her softly.
For a while, Kaladi lost herself in the subtle waves of pleasure still echoing through her body as her eyes and hands roved over the back of her beautiful wife. Leshwi, she thought. I’m married to Leshwi. She almost couldn’t believe it. Despite the difficulty of the day, she believed she was perhaps the luckiest woman on Roshar. I could live my life all over again if I knew that Leshwi was going to be part of it. A fierce protective feeling washed over her, and Kaladi thought she might do anything to keep her safe.
Leshwi didn’t ask to flip over, so Kaladi worked on memorizing the lines of marbling across her back, counting the ridges of her carapace. She wanted to know everything about her, too.
After a while, she noticed that Leshwi wasn’t humming anymore. Kaladi slid off her and she didn’t move, except for the long, slow movement of her breaths.
She’d fallen asleep.
Kaladi’s heart swelled with an indescribable joy, seeing Leshwi asleep. Trying not to disturb her, Kaladi shuffled their blankets out from underneath her wife, then covered them both. There would be time to give her everything she wanted. For now, they could share this.
Laying alongside her large Fused wife, Kaladi simply watched her, face to face, and continued rubbing her back until she, too, fell asleep to the optimistic beats of Praise.
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i see you kaladin posting. im so interested to hear about what made you love kal <3
Of course! Yes!
So what made me love Kaladin?
I guess the first thing that made me love him is the introduction to his character in WOK. His description from Cenn's pov already made me like him - tall, long haired and uses a spear? SIGN ME UP (I love those combination of traits maily because of Dainix (another character I relate to, my URL's namesake) from the aurora webcomic - he was ALREADY breathtaking. This chapter brought up so many questions about him, specially wince it's not from his pov - despite it being HIS FIRST chapter.
The chapter after that, you get to see the aftermath of the fight, except its an entirely different situation with a whole different energy. The background noises changed from a battle to low-energy plate clanking and feeling of stailnes. We finally get Kaladin's pov, and he is tired and having a terrible time. Its still him but how he is is such a contrast to how he was described exactly the last page. This both brings out MORE questions - what happened? How did he get there? Where is everybody else? He says he is tired, that he has given up, that he doesn't see any reason to try anymore, but we've already seen him in his epicness, and his breathtaking Kaladiness, how can you NOT root for him? How can you not be fascinated in what has happened to him and how he picks himself back up again? I for sure was.
The second thing is the reliability. I don't have a diagnosis for anything but I know that I probably have depression. I find myself in moments where my emotions get as low as we see kaladin being in so many times. I get that tiredness. That feeling of everything being wrong and there's nothing I can do about it.
I have chronic pain. The scene of the first bridgerun almost me cry, because I felt that pain. I constantly feel like the world is pushing me and not giving me the ability to stop so I just keep running because I don't have any other option. I relate to Kaladin's character an insane amount.
But that wasn't the end of him. Most of his time with the bridgemen was spent trying to make them remember life, remember warmth, choose to live. Worst place possible and yet he managed to help, he managed to being warmth - a reminder that even in the toughest moments there can still be joy and love. His story is about CHOOSING to see that. About CHOOSING LIFE. Knowing that its not always easy, its most of the time hard, but the story that follows him through WOK and every book after that is a story of choosing to push through. Of choosing to see the warmth and letting yourself move on and choosing Life before Death. And that means more to me than almost anything else I have read in fiction.
When I say that Kaladin is the best character I have ever found in fiction, sure I talk about his Kaladiness. His dramatic and sarcastic nature, his badass lines and his aroaceness, but mostly I mean that the affect his character arc (and these books in general) had on me is something that nothing can match.
It just gives me hope and helps me find joy within the simple things and in the hardest times. He chose life and so can I.
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Day 16: Hourglass
Rated Teen, Kaladin/Leshwi, Rhythm of War
Part 2 of 4 (Find part 1 on tumblr or ao3)
Kaladin stared at himself in the mirror. Himself? Herself? Either way, he needed a full-length mirror to do this, and the only one he knew about was Adolin’s. Unfortunately, that meant Adolin was examining him critically from over his shoulder. Kaladin was wearing a Thaylen-style skirt and blouse, his (her?) safehand gloved, hair pulled back in his usual utilitarian tail. He looked like an hourglass, and he didn’t like it.
“I look terrible,” she said to the mirror, unable to keep a bitter cynicism out of her voice. She liked the glove, but the rest didn’t look right. He’d thought looking more feminine would make him feel better, but it just felt wrong in a way she hadn’t been expecting.
Adolin tapped his chin in thought. “I know you wanted to try something that was more familiar to you, but just because your mother wears it doesn’t mean it’s what you need. Who else do you admire?”
Kaladin immediately thought of Leshwi. It was her fault he…she…was in this mess. Why not borrow from her? He…she…smiled, taking a moment to picture the femalen he wished to court. Leshwi was beautiful. Alluring, even. Maybe the reason this outfit felt so wrong was that it seemed to exaggerate Kaladin’s proportions in a way that didn’t feel true to her.
“Leshwi has wide shoulders and narrow hips like me,” Kaladin said, “and yet her clothing is still so graceful. What about something like that?”
Adolin raised an eyebrow. “You want to dress like the Fused?”
“Not necessarily, but…” Kaladin waved his hands around fruitlessly, unable to find the words. “Leshwi looks like herself. She likes her body, she respects it, and that comes across in the way she dresses and carries herself. I want to be like that, too. I don’t want to hide my body.” Looking in the mirror, she held out the sides of the long skirt, exaggerating the shape. “This feels like hiding.”
She didn’t feel like she understood herself, let alone getting a point across, but Adolin’s reflection was nodding anyway. “Something graceful. Something true to your proportions. Okay…Yeah, I can work with that. I know a woman…” He wandered off, still muttering to himself.
Kaladin removed the offending clothing down to her underwear, and she looked at her body in the mirror. Her breasts had only grown slightly, and her genitals had only shrunk a little. She’d asked Syl why her body hadn’t changed much, if her identity was female, and Syl hadn’t known the answer. But looking at herself in the mirror, she realized. Just like Leshwi, she was perfect just the way she was. A warmth filled her, realizing she was already home. Without Leshwi, she didn’t think she would have known it was possible.
Adolin returned with what looked like an entire family’s laundry in his arms. “I happen to have a shiqua, so I thought that might be a good place to start. It's all one long piece of fabric, so we can even cut it up if you want. Do you remember when we were in Celebrant? The spren there would mix and match styles from everywhere. It’s giving me some ideas. I bet we can do something just perfect for you, Kaladin.”
In return, she smiled, feeling almost like she was floating. In retrospect, asking Adolin for help had been a great idea. “Okay, let’s try it,” she nodded. “And I’ve decided something else–I’d like you to call me Kaladi.”
“Pronounced like Kalami!”
“Yeah.”
“I would’ve thought you’d choose a completely new name,” Adolin said thoughtfully, “but I really like it. Okay, Kaladi, let’s get you graceful. Just don’t steal Shallan from me after, okay?” he winked.
Kaladi grinned. “Don’t worry, Adolin, I’ve got my eyes on someone else.”
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