Dom Kaladin (Stormlight Archive)
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You and I Go From One Kiss to Getting Married by chappellroansgf
Fandoms: Stormlight Archive - Brandon Sanderson, Cosmere - Brandon Sanderson
26 Mar 2025
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What-If: Kaladin is Adolin’s betrothed instead of Shallan, but with a twist.
P.S.: It was Wit’s idea.
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Wit continued before he could interrupt, “What if there was a way to, maybe not stop Sadeas, but make it practically impossible for him to act on his threats? A way to not only shut down rumors about your House, your presumed insanity, your visions—but also the ones about why Adolin has been ignoring every marriage proposal he’s received? And, in the process, ensure Kaladin’s status as untouchable?”
Dalinar’s stomach twisted. He had a bad feeling about this.
“I don’t have time for this, Wit,” he said, “Speak plainly.”
Wit leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming. Without breaking eye contact, he said, “We betroth Kaladin to Adolin.”
Dalinar stared at him.
The words barely made sense at first, as if his mind refused to process them.
“You’re joking,” Dalinar said once his mouth regained its ability to form words.
Silence stretched between them.
Wit was not joking.
Dalinar missed the person he was before this conversation.
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Guilty Pleasure by chappellroansgf for The_Mxs_of_Many
Fandoms: Stormlight Archive - Brandon Sanderson, Cosmere - Brandon Sanderson
12 Jun 2025
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After Adolin discovers Kaladin’s secret fantasy, it takes time to help him see it’s nothing shameful—that Adolin loves him completely, and may even share the same desire.
But finding someone they can trust with something so intimate proves harder than expected.
Until—someone neither of them had considered volunteers.
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Adolin blinked, stunned.
“Oh no. No, no, no,” he said, voice rising, “You’ve been listening. You were listening in to our conversations about sex,” he accused, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Wit grinned. Not guiltily.
Adolin’s voice dropped, “Wit, if you’re planning to turn this into some grand magical tale you’ll spin for court intrigue or whatever—”
“I’m not,” Wit snapped.
He sounded almost… insulted.
“I’m not going to mock this. I just—”
“I believe he would like to volunteer,” a smooth, cheerful voice said.
Both men turned.
Wit’s entire face crumpled like someone had just shoved him off a cliff.
“Design!” he hissed, eyes wide, “You’ve done it again! Spoiled my entire monologue!”