Denna's diary. Begins with the day she meets Kvothe on the road to Anilin, and loosely follows his story but from her perspective. Sensitive topics implied, some smut but not too graphic.

Every night at the Eolian is a unique experience. Every night is someone new visiting with their own story. Sit and enjoy the tales of the far off.

Sólo Kvothe ha salido de los brazos de Felurian vivo y cuerdo. Pero ¿Qué pasó con los demás que estuvieron antes que él? Sigamos la historia de un hombre que solo salió vivo. Esta historia la subí un poco más corta y con el título "Por Felurian" en el Amino Roca de Guía. Disfruten mi intento de terror psicológico. King, Rothfuss, Presley, sacúdanse en sus criptas (?).

In which Kvothe manages not to offend Denna by being completely honest for a change.

Sometimes, Kvothe's past catches up to him.

A story of how grief can twist a man who is full of hard choices and the wicked things in his mind. There may be a bit of slapping, stools, thievery, and deaths.

Kvothe takes care of Tempi after a sudden fight leaves the Adem warrior badly injured. Set in the short time after Kvothe destroys the bandit encampment, but before he meets Felurian. Focused mainly on Kvothe/Tempi friendship and healing.

Kvothe and Bast have a clash of views when it comes to certain manuscripts, and their burning. / Oneshot, set before the events in the narrative frame of 'The Name of the Wind'.

A torn letter blows whither the wind wills. All characters belong to Patrick Rothfuss as does the University. The opening lines are a paraphrasing of the opening lines of 'The Name of the Wind' and 'The Wise Man's Fear,' and the part of a wise man fearing the night with no moon is also a paraphrasing of a quote from 'The Wise Man's Fear.'

"A story. And a promise. One for you and one for me." she said, and Kvothe tilted his head, puzzled. "You want me to tell you a story?" She shook her head in frustration, her silky hair falling in front of her face like a curtain. "The story is for you."

all rights belong to Patrick rothfuss, a conclusion to notw and wmf

On moonless, windless nights, when the world is too dark and quiet to face alone, Elodin seeks comfort in the other masters. (Crossposted to AO3)

Basically, the plum bob incident in WMF comes to the masters' attention at the University, and Kvothe ends up in many kinds of trouble, especially when some Ruh show up and trigger his already volatile emotions.

Bast can't sleep tonight. In the emptiness of the Waystone Inn, he needs warmth, music, and escape. Bast wants to dream, and Kvothe knows how to help. Bedtime story. One-Shot.

Growing up is hard. Especially if you're different. Especially in Ademre.

I experimented with the idea of Felurian being human once, turned to a faerie from the madness of the loss of her father. I appologize beforehand if there are errors in my grammar or spelling. I have spellchecked as well as I could, but English is not my native language.

This is the story of how Bast met Kvothe - or rather chased him down! (In wait for "day 3" i decided to put down in words how i imagined their friendship started. Enjoy!)

The time comes for Bast to claim his throne as King of the Fae Realm. But as he prepares to leave The Waystone, he cannot ignore a growing fear of what might become of his friend.

Master Elodin takes a brief break from his duties at the University to strike up a discussion with the Cthaeh. A one-shot story that seeks to bridge some canon threads and spin completely new ones.

It's Kvothe's birthday! One shot, but it's right in the feels.

Working title: Ball Is Life The first snowfall brings new life to The University each year. Can it do the same for a teacher and student growing apart? Or could this seeming end really mean a new beginning for something more? Elodin and Kvothe spend a moment together atop the Medica and the winter begins to set in.

"Alors que des voix se joignaient à la sienne, que son enchantement se propageait, il y mit fin et la pulpe de ses phalanges gratta avec énergie et fracas les filins de son luth qui se mirent à résonner de plus belle, gorgés d'une vigueur toute neuve." One-Shot

During an argument with Kvothe, Bast says something that he didn't want to say... Yaoi. KvothexBast.

After Kvothe returns to Imre and the University, he finally finds the time to play at the Eolian.

"Over the course of my trip I was robbed, drowned, and left penniless on the streets of Junpui." The whole story of what happened to me on that voyage between the University and the Maer is deeper. Darker. That was the first time I realized I couldn't know everything. That was the first time I left a man to die.