#Khadgar x oc

[skymagpieart]

I drew a little Shazi addition to that wonderful campaign end cinematic, and much like I wouldn't want to intrude on that perfect end too much, Shazi feels like she does not deserve to have Khadgar back, after the "monster" she has become avenging him. Luckily, TWW is also a story about her and Alleria, and that has it's own little friendship arc and payoff at the end 💙

[skymagpie]

Shazi when Khadgar is okay and happy and everything is fine vs. Shazi when something threatens Khadgar (and she has an excuse to act up)

[podlaskazazula]

Polishes ur elf and mage

*runs away*

@drew-winchester

[countxcrimson]

I did a trend on tik tok recently with Nari: Apprentice Vs. Archmage edition

And of course drawing Khadgar’s reaction was VERY fun XD

[moonlitalien]

When he met her gaze, it felt like time had stopped.

A little comic showcasing Khadgar's and Shanareth's first meeting :D

[corvusalbus93]

Another WIP I wanted to share, something light-hearted. Just because Khadgar is wheelchair-bound, doesn’t mean he can’t have fun...especially with an energetic monk gf. (Yes, the wheelchair floats, but hush).

Shout-out to @skymagpie , because the game didn’t give me the facial references I needed (like genuine happiness), so her Khadgar drawings have been invaluable.

[irishk0rn]

“every teardrop fell so heavy,

hurt like hell,

but heaven sent me through

i was on my way back to you”

[countxcrimson]

YEAHHHHHHH

YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH LETS GO TEAM

REBLOG TO SUPPORT OC X CANON SHIPPERS

They are valid and deserve more appreciation

[atonalginger]

Okay so because my brain needed a distraction because it wasn't going to be sleeping I decided to finally dig out my WoW fanfic that I've been off and on thinking about since I started posting on ao3. It was just over 50k. Written in the summer of 2020.

-way better than I remembered. I was delighted by characters and plot beats, which feels weird to admit but it's true

-needs edits and additions. This is a bit of a problem as my knowledge for the game is really packed away in mental storage.

Also it's a Khadgar x oc story but also an oc x oc story and while the oc with khadgar is with him she runs into an old love that is still special....

So basically this story is about a bunch of my damn toons and then khadgar is there sometimes lol...I don't know exactly how much market is out there for a bunch of OC's in a world.

Also this is another of my fanfics that if I did some tooling and sanded the serial numbers off it could be its own world. I'm not going to do that because at that point it'd be easier to just start over and it's meant to be a fanfic but ... I have a habit...this is the fourth long fic I've done that is like this...

Oh and this fic takes place through bc and wotlk years...I had outlines for stuff to happen in cata, a single chapter for mop is written, I had outlines for all the xpacs.....and I can't do them anymore but then these characters stories are unfinished.

[giant-oc-ballpit]

This baby didn't cry when they came into the world. Oh they waved their little fists, looked around urgently, and made a couple little noises but they didn't scream.

There was a sigh of relief from their mother as she sat against a tree, both from the quiet and from finally getting the baby out.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Kelyth asked.

Khadgar paused, looking at the baby in confusion. "Um.... let's go with girl."

"What?"

He showed her the baby.

"Ah. Right, girl it is then, I guess." Kelyth reaches out and holds her newborn daughter close to her chest.

"Hello, Ciel. Welcome to the world."

Khadgar looked around at the sound of rustling in the undergrowth around them, and faint shouts in Orcish. He stood from where he had been kneeling in front of his wife, and grabbed his staff.

"I think we have orcs coming. We have to move." He said. The young/old mage moved as fast as he could to pack their things back onto the horse, wincing as his bones creaked.

Kelyth's smile fell as she looked around too. She held Ciel a little closer.

"Khadgar. I'm not going to make it." She said, tone serious and face determined.

"What? No no no no no no." He knelt down in front of her again, examining her. "You're not bleeding a lot, your color is fine, you aren't showing any signs of dying in childbirth, you're fine you're going to live, let's go!"

Kelyth put a hand on Khadgar's shoulder. "Khad, listen to me." She spared a glance towards where the sounds of approaching orcs were getting louder. "I can't ride the horse. I don't know if I can walk, but I sure as hell can't run right now. And we don't have time to wait until I can. Take the baby and run. I can grab their attention and at least slow them down until you get to a town."

Khadgar shook his head. "No! No Kelyth, we- we'll think of something! Don't you dare make me lose you too!"

Her hand went from his shoulder to his chin, making him look her in the eye. "This isn't one of Medivh's debates! We are not making this a discussion, take Ciel and go!"

She took a deep breath, and kissed her baby's head. Then pushed her into Khadgar's arms. "Make sure she can swim, love. Go!"

Khadgar shook his head. She shoved him towards the horse. He held their baby close as he climbed onto the horse. He tried to say something to Kelyth, but his throat was too closed up for him to speak.

So he ran. He got on that horse and held Ciel close and ran as fast as the horse could go. The last thing he heard her yell was "COME AT ME YOU ORCISH FUCKERS, I'LL BURN YOU A NEW HOLE!"

Kelyth held a ball of fire in her hand as the large green orcs came into view. There were three of them, two men and a woman, all armed to the teeth. One man started running in the direction her husband and child had gone, and she flung the fire at him.

She grinned in savage satisfaction at his howls of pain, and the sound of sizzling flesh.

The orc woman knelt next to her, and Kelyth saw all the scars and bone piercings throughout her skin. Kelyth stared into her red eyes.

"Where is your whelp?" She asked.

"Safe." Kelyth replied.

The orc woman looked her over. "You keep fighting while weak."

"I'll show you how weak I am!" Kelyth snarled. She brought flame to her palm again, but it felt hollow. No real substance. Khadgar was always so much better at bluffing than she was.

The other woman's face didn't change at all. "You have earned an honorable death." She drew a sharp, jagged dagger from by her thigh.

Kelyth glared at the dagger. "You think I will just lay down and die?"

"I am recognizing your honor. Would this not be better than dying alone in fear?"

"You would use this to chase after my loves. No, I will fight to the end."

The orc woman nodded. She barked an order to the other orc, and he grabbed the dead body and dragged it away into the woods then.

"Burn me then, shaman. Make it count."

Kelyth drew every drop of fire from her depths, and aimed it at the orc's crotch.

The satisfaction from knowing it hit and that it hurt was dampened by the dagger in her heart.

"There. Honorable death."

"If I find out you hurt them.... I will haunt you." She gasped.

The orc grinned. "Good. I'd expect nothing less from a shaman like you."

The last thing Kelyth Proudmoor, daughter of Daelin Proudmoor and Katherine Proudmoor saw, was the rich red blood pouring down her dress to mix with the blood on the grass between her legs. She had the idle thought that it was a beautiful shade of red.

[skymagpieart]

Illustrating some scenes from the life of Shazidra, my mag'har shaman, from her being taught as a young woman by the Farseer of her clan, to her decade long imprisonment by the Blackrock clan, her finally escaping thanks to Khadgar and the adventurer's expedition on AU Draenor and then finally unleashing the shaman powers that were always supposed to be hers, against both the Iron Horde and the Legion.

Oh and of course, Shazi and Khadgar on a nice stroll around Dalaran, because Khadgar is the 2nd best reason to leave your own timeline and become displaced in another parallel universe 💙 (right after getting revenge on Gul'dan for destroying your home and family)

[blackdaggerart]

Abandoned sketch of Khadgar and my Aelandis returning to the long-abandoned Karazhan. What will they find?

Drawn 7/23/2019.

[countxcrimson]

Dragon Isles picnic!!

[archdruid-eadwulf]

It is cool to ship canon/OC yet??

[corvusalbus93]

Reunited

Spoilers if you don’t know how the campaign (so far) ends. A short taking place right after the cutscene in which Alleria and Anduin save Khadgar, in which Khadgar and OC are reunited:

Was it over?

Light had returned to Beledar, the cystal once more glowing with the warmth of a sun. Narami walked up the stairs to the priory’s doors, the Broken Queen behind her.  After the long battle, the monk’s limbs felt heavy, but she steeled herself for whatever was waiting inside. Alleria and Anduin had gone in to face Xal’atath, and though the light had returned and their enemies were retreating, the night elf worried for the two.

When her hands touched one of the handles, a muffled voice could be heard from within. “Easy, we’ve almost made it.”

Anduin! And by the sound of it, he was supporting a wounded Alleria. Not wasting another second, Narami threw open the priory’s portals, only to nearly run into a surprised looking King of Stormwind.

“Narami. Are you alright?”

“Nothing worse than bruises and scrat...” Her words died on her lips, when she saw not two, but three people leave the priory. No, Anduin wasn’t supporting Alleria. Between the two of them was perhaps the last person she’d expected to see. Quickly, she stepped out of the way as they helped him over the threshold and eased him down, so he could lie more or less comfortably on the cold stone.

Narami was on her knees beside him in but a moment, heart and thoughts racing. “I thought I’d lost you,” she breathed and removed her cloak, folding it into a small square to serve as a temporary pillow.

Khadgar managed a weak smile, as she placed it beneath his head. “Forgive me, for not keeping my word.”

We’ll be right behind you.

Narami shook her head. “Never mind that. You’re alive; that’s all that matters.” Part of her couldn’t believe it, even as she gasped one of his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze.

He returned the gesture, but there was no strength in it. “You have Alleria and Anduin to thank for that,” he muttered.

Of course, how could she forget? “Thank you. Both of you.” And she meant it with all her heart, however they had managed to bring him back. Something to inquire about later. She looked to Anduin, who kneeled down beside them. “Does that mean you’ve found back to the light?”

“Yes...I believe in a way I have.” There seemed to be a lot on his mind, but he was smiling softly. It was good to see him like this. Narami placed a reassuring hand on his arm, the other still holding Khadgar’s, refusing to let go.

One questions yet remained. “What of Xal’atath?”

“Retreated; I believe she’s suffered a significant setback today.” Alleria’s eyes turned to the hills and caverns beyond the priory, likely thinking of Turalyon. “What of the battle?”

“We’ve beaten them back. From what I’ve been able to see from up here, the fighting is dying down everywhere and the surviving nerubians are retreating.”

“Then fortune smiles on us today.” She actually did sound relieved, something akin to hope lingering in her voice. “Traces of Xal’atath’s presence linger in the air. In time, she will strike again. But for now, I believe we’ve all earned some respite.”

“I’ll have Kazrah open her best cask.” Knowing her Brewmaster friend, the orc surely had one stashed away somewhere ,just for such a celebratory occasion. Khadgar shifted beside her into a more comfortable position, the sight all but confirming what Narami had already feared. “You can’t move your legs.” It wasn’t a question. She’d seen the others carry him, and while lying here, he had moved everything but them.

“A small price to pay, all things considered,” he assured her with another gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing across the back of her hand.

Though he spoke the truth, it hurt to see him pay yet another hefty physical toll. Was he in pain? He certainly looked exhausted. Restoring him, if such a thing was possible, was beyond her abilities. She was no Mistweaver, only basic proficiency with the healing arts. Enough skill to be of some aid perhaps.  Narami pulled her hand away from Anduin’s arm, to frame her beloved’s face instead, feeling him lean into her touch. Jade energy soon enveloped her hands as she tried to expel as much negative chi from him as possible. “Permanently?”

Khadgar exhaled, already looking less pale. “I’m afraid so, though only time will tell. I’ll explain later,” he promised, his voice growing quieter with each word.

“We’ll figure something out; until then.” Narami leaned closer and tenderly kissed his forehead, his skin a little cool against her lips. “I’ll be right beside you, my love.”  

He hummed, his eyes flickering, as if he was struggling to stay awake. He deserved to rest. For a while she sat with him, guiding the flow of chi, despite how tired she felt herself, Anduin beside them, Alleria keeping watch.

“You think he’s stable enough for transport?” the young king asked after some time.

The monk hoped so; she was no true healer and Anduin had only just regained his connection to the light, not to mention the toll the battle had exacted from all of them. “Khadgar? You’re still with us?”

“Just resting my eyes, dear,” he affirmed, if wearily so.

“Think you can handle the journey to Dornogal?” Alleria asked him, still worried for her old friend. “It’s quite a way, even with the aid of wings.”

“I’ll manage.” His eyes flickered to Narami. “Besides, I won’t be alone.”

The two elves exchanged a glance and Alleria nodded. Narami pulled out a whistle, the sound it emitted not audible to the human ear and quiet even to an elf. But it was not meant for either. It took a few minutes until Narami spotted a blue speck above, quickly growing in size. He spotted them as well, roaring to announce his approach. The highland drake circled the priory twice, before landing on the staircase to avoid hitting any of them, walking the last bit.

“Glad you could hear me, Thyellagos,” the night elf greeted her companion.

“I admit I almost didn’t; sounds travel strangely in these caverns,” the young drake confessed, before his dark eyes spotted Khadgar on the ground and widened. “Is that...?”

“Yes, which is why we need to return to Dornogal as swiftly as you can carry us.”

"Of course. Get on.”

Thyellagos laid down as low as he could go. Narami got into the saddle first, Alleria and Anduin helping Khadgar onto the drake after. When it was done, the archmage was leaning with his back against her, one of the night elf’s arms securely wrapped around his mid, to help keep him in the saddle.

Narami gasped the reins with her free hand, turning to the others one last time. “What about you?”

“Don’t wait for us. Khadgar still requires care. We’ll catch up.” The void elf promised, before smiling at Khadgar. “I know he’s safe with you.”

As long as she lived and breathed. Narami nodded and turned to her blue drake. “Thyellagos; gently, not a single spin today.”

The young one huffed, as if insulted she would think of him as so inconsiderate. Both Alleria and Anduin stood back to give him space as he flapped his massive wings, getting into the air much more slowly than usual. Narami held Khadgar close, making sure he couldn’t slip from the saddle. As if sensing her tension, he placed a hand on her arm in turn.

She smiled and inclined her head, letting it rest upon his shoulder, even as the wind began to howl in her long ears when Thyellagos soared. Part of her was still processing the last half hour. He was back, alive, here in her arms. It almost seemed too good to be true, like a fleeting dream. But she felt him, his weight against her body, his chest rising with each calm breath. Khadgar shifted ever so slightly in her embrace, his nose brushing against her cheek, followed by a feathery kiss. Her heart leapt for joy, warmth spreading into every fibre of her body, driving away the fatigue, which had plagued her. To share a moment like this again. It felt like a second chance and she would not waste it.

...

Bonus Thyellagos, 'cause he's a good boy:

[chenria]

30 Day OTP writing challenge - Day 4

I took some lieberties with the prompt today... but such challenges are mainly to have fun, right?

4. Walking hand-in-hand

It was strange, Brianne thought, she had lived in Silvermoon City most of her life. But Dalaran, where she had only spent a few months felt more like a home. Maybe parts of it was because she had far less bad memories connected with Dalaran. She never liked thinking back to Silvermoon City... though she sometimes missed the fun she used to have there before it was all taken away from her. Right now she sat on the balcony of her room in the Legerdemain Lounge and enjoyed a cup of tea. There was definitely an advantage to the always sunny weather in Dalaran. It seemed like mages were sometimes good for something. She smiled at the thought.

“A copper for your thoughts.”

Brianne shrieked and pushed over the table and the tea as she jumped up and drew the dagger stashed in her belt. “Khadgar!” She sheathed the weapon again and held her breast where her heart was.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said and Brianne knew he was lying from the way his eyes sparkled with mischief. He enjoyed sneaking up on her. “Yeah... remember that when I die of a heart attack...” Brianne exhaled. With a short spell Khadgar restored the broken cup and lifted the table back up again.

“Don’t look at me alike that,” Brianne said with a side-eye glance at him. “If you keep that face I can’t be mad at you.” Khadgar’s grin widened. “That was my plan all along,” he teased. “You not being mad, I mean. I have a surprise for you.” Now Brianne looked intrigued. “A surprise?” “Now don’t look so sceptical. It won’t explode this time...” “You said that before,” Brianne replied. “But okay, you get the benefit of the doubt. What is it?”

Khadgar opened a portal and held out his hand. “Trust me here,” he said and smiled when Brianne took his hand without hesitation.

In mere seconds they stepped through the portal and traveled from Dalaran to a clearing in a wood. There was a blanket with a basket. But Brianne looked around with wide eyes. “We’re in the Eversong Forest?” she asked with a hushed voice. “Yes... I wanted to give you a day off far away from the battled and the chaos and ... it’s your home.”

Brianne was still holding Khadgar’s hand and squeezed it. She looked up to him with a smile. “Thank you, Khadgar.” Khadgar leaned down to kiss her forehead. He’d do anything to see her smile and that he had managed to get one was all the reward he needed. “Now, I got cinnamon rolls for you, and some of the wine you said you liked.”