Kvothe's been surviving on the streets of Tarbean for almost three years, but when that comes to an abrupt and bloody end, he learns a name far superior to that of the wind.

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 a break in part of Kvothe's story telling, Bast's unexpected jealousy sets off a string of events that threaten to break the delicate relationship between the two of them once and for all.

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

The king is dead, but one of the new would-be-kings is not so sure the king-killer is. This is the story of one of the men sent after Kvothe. The story is an attempt to expand the world beyond the current books, but Patrick Rothfuss has the right to his world and all characterss. Rated M for sexual and violent themes, but I will try not to be explicit.

Elodin knew the names of things, like Taborlin the Great. But Fela didn't need to call the wind or escape from a high tower, stripped of her key, coin, and candle. She wasn't a princess in a faerie story—she did geometry and made sympathy lamps. And so Master Namer wasn't part of her life at the University, until he was. COMPLETE.

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.

What if Bast and Kvothe knew about Bast/Kvothe slash fiction ... and were affected by it? (Sure, it's meta ... but it's also got snuggles!)

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."

A moment with Bast after he hunts down the soldiers who dared to hurt his Reshi

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.

La posada en donde pasarían la noche no era tan lujosa como para llamar la atención, ni de tan mala muerte como para que se sospechara que estaban ocultándose de alguien. La intensión de Kvothe era aclarar su mente un rato, no tener más en qué pensar.

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.

Tempi's spent the time since Kvothe left the Adem on contracts, and is now looking for Kvothe, and finally, in a silent inn in the middle of Nawarre, he finds him and begins to reconnect. My first time publishing here, so please be gentle if I've made a formatting/other error! First time writing a short story instead of a novel too... Rated M for suggestion, but nothing explicit.

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.