#WoW fic

[wowerehouse]

Chapter 24 | Razor's Edge

Life, Death, and the terrible vulnerability of trust. Or: Two negotiations, one conversation, and the fate of Azeroth hanging in the balance.

[mylordshesacactus]

As I've picked it back up again after a long hiatus, I've realized that I probably have a lot of people around now who have no earthly idea what the hell my current longfic project even is anymore!

Anyway, this is a GREAT time to start reading

Reunification

Darnassus falls. In some timeline, in some version of the story, Nathanos Marris makes a mistake. In some timeline a word of kindness somewhere, a show of support somewhere else, a moment of humanity for lack of a better term, heads off a preemptive strike at the pass. In some timeline, Alliance intelligence is just a tiny bit more paranoid, a tiny bit more thorough, and the Horde stalls in Ashenvale. But today, Darnassus falls. Darnassus does not burn.

It's a single-point divergence AU of the War of Thorns--I was genuinely shocked that "AU where Sylvanas' original plan, to kill Malfurion and occupy Darnassus intact, succeeded" wasn't more prominent in the fandom. I was ALSO shocked to find so little Tyrande/Thalyssra anywhere, so I folded the two into a single project.

Some highlights:

Thalrande arranged marriage as a political-hostage bargaining chip

Sylvanas displaying both political and military competence while, crucially, still being a deeply obnoxious asshole (affectionate) the whole time

Valtrois TM

Anduin Wrynn, Living Embodiment Of Sunshine

Jaina, traumatized and angry and heartsick, dragged into overseeing the joint administration of Lordaeron and finding herself again in a city she's terrified to let herself love

All of my favorite minor NPCs/Hearthstone protagonists getting their day in the limelight (Rokara and Cariel Roame and Elise Starseeker my beloveds--)

The stark divide between high-level faction politics, and the lived reality of (what I hope you find to be) a rich cast of ordinary, sub-Champion citizens of Azeroth whose lives are a lot more complicated than killing people over a simple blue or red banner

(Seriously, if you like my OCs in general, the little folk of Azeroth are a major recurring thing here.)

Cannot emphasize how emphatically Valtrois is both Present and Extremely Herself.

We're currently right in the middle of a really interesting arc that's REALLY intertwining the parallel plotlines; I'm referring to them in my planning notes as the Ruby Dragonflight and Lordaeron Crisis arcs.

I'm having fun and I think there's some stuff here for a lot of people if y'all want to check it out! I have a much more sustainable approach to writing these days (and a partner who's ALSO writing warcraft longfic, and that's helping to keep the muse alive).

Anyway! Hope to see you over there.

[catfirebrand]

oh hey, look. I wrote a thing. another sea shanty inspired fic...

Jaina stared out over the water at the ships that filled Dalaran’s harbor. Ships not just from the allied Free Cities, but from all across the Northern Kingdoms. Large and small, she’d spent her life watching them come and go from Boralus Harbor, often with her father or brothers on them, always with her waiting at the main pier to welcome or bid farewell. That much, at least, was no different this time. She had watched for a specific ship, waited for it to come to dock, and finally—finally—she spotted it.

Talah’Endal. Deathwhisper.

A Thalassian war frigate out of Silvermoon.

She’d seen it once before, more than two years ago, on arguably the worst day of her life.

“It’s just two years, Jaina!”

“But Arthas…”

His big hands gripped her biceps, fingers squeezing tightly. She'd have bruises tomorrow. “I don’t have a choice. My father made the deal. I serve on their frigate for a few years, and it strengthens ties between Lordaeron and Silvermoon.”

Jaina took a slow breath in and tried not to cry. Arthas hated it when she cried. This was fine. A good thing. “But… our wedding tomorrow. The arrangements have all been made. Your father wanted this, my parents want this—”

“We can have the ceremony as soon as I get back, I promise!”

Jaina hesitated. “We could… we could have it now?”

Arthas sighed, leveling her with a look of disappointment. One she’d seen many times before. “Jaina, that would hardly be fitting for the children of two of the most powerful houses in the Free Cities, now would it? No,” he continued, turning to leave, “we’ll be married when I return in two years. Now, I have to go. Can’t have the Deathwhisper waiting for her new First Mate.”

Jaina swallowed, refusing to give in to the stinging in her eyes. Her arms still hurt where he’d held her. “Of course. May I write to you?”

Arthas didn’t bother to turn back to her, his large hand already opening the door. “Hmm? Oh, of course. I’ll try to write back, but you know how it is at sea.”

Jaina nodded. She knew. Her whispered, “Of course,” was lost to an already closed door.

As was the deep, shaky breath and sigh of relief that followed.

[anduln]

— star lake, star eyes

Kalecgos and Wrathion have been busy as of late. Between blue dragonflight reunions and black dragonflight diplomacy, the two unlikely friends barely have any time for fun, or rest. Well, except when Kalecgos drags Wrathion to the middle of nowhere in Azure Span. On horseback.

i’ve been wanting to write a kalethion fic in this landscape for so long!! maybe you’ll recognize the place. the dragonscale expedition sometimes has a raft catalogue quest there. also apologies for mistakes lol i wrote this in under an hour. enjoy 🌟 also on ao3!

‘And remind me of why we’re here again?’

‘I told you, this is my special spot. I’ve gotta show it to you!’

Wrathion sighed at how enthusiastic Kalecgos was to show him this ‘spot’. Not that he was annoyed by him, but he was quite busy, you know. Between his new job as the black dragonflight diplomat, getting acquainted with a land he barely knew, and helping the Aspects rebuild the Dragon Isles, Wrathion was frankly pretty overwhelmed by it all. He never had any time left for rest.

Maybe getting dragged to the middle of nowhere in the Azure Span wasn’t such a bad idea after all, he thought, a soft smile drawing itself on his face.

Kalecgos subtly turned his head as best as he could while riding next to his friend, noticing his change in expression. Kalecgos was relieved to know Wrathion wasn’t really as irritated as he tried to look.

Their horses walked on the crunchy snow, the noise turning into a lullaby for Kalecgos. He stuck out his neck to feel the cold air bite on his skin. It was charged with arcane magic and its sting felt like soft electric shocks to him. He always loved spending time in the Azure Span. Or anywhere ripe with magic, really. He felt right at home.

Wrathion wasn’t feeling so peaceful, and turned to his friend, willing to say anything just to break the silence, but he caught himself upon seeing Kalec’s face. Eyes closed, head back, hair flying. All blues & glitter skin, though not any shinier than the snow itself. Just shiny enough that you could see the light get caught on that impossibly pale skin. ‘He looks like he’s never seen the sun,’ Wrathion chuckled, and so did Kalec, and he quickly blushed, realizing he spoke outloud.

‘That much is true. I’ve never been one for summer season. There’s too much heat! I prefer winter a hundred times over,’ Kalec said.

‘I can’t agree,’ Wrathion replied, brushing over the embarrassing moment that’d just ocurred. ‘I love the sun. To feel it warm up my scales, & have the wind cool it off while I fly, it’s just… so very freeing.’ Kalecgos saw him smile, and he thought Wrathion should definitely smile more. It suits him.

He paused, as if lost in thought, and Kalec picked up the conversation. ‘Well, I’m sorry, but that is simply not what you’ll be getting today,’ he said, a light tone to his words.

‘Clearly…’ Wrathion grumbled, and Kalec laughed. Another blush on Wrathion’s face…

‘S-so what is it about this snowy, cold place that you like, anyway? This better be about spotting a rare yeti…’

‘Even better…’

And a soft tingle sound filled Wrathion’s ears as they approached the spot. Bell chimes mixed with magic pitter-pattering in the air, entering his lungs as he breathed in deep. Kalecgos was right to have insisted on travelling by horse instead of flying over. He wouldn’t risk anyone else finding this place either.

Up on a mountain top, lilac and magenta flowers were littered around the cloudy waters of the lake. Crystals and gems sprouted from the lake’s shores, a sign of arcane life. There were trees that looked like pinetrees but not quite, as if transformed by the magic nearby. Wrathion couldn’t tell if the stars in the sky were a reflection of the bright, scintillating lake, or vice-versa.

‘It’s… breathtaking.’ Wrathion stared at the landscape, mouth agape. But Kalecgos stared at him, glad to see his friend appreciate a place that was so important to him.

‘How did you even find it?!’ Wrathion exclaimed loudly, his usual fiery demeanor back.

‘I was surveying the land, to see if everything was alright. I found it by coincidence, and have been coming here ever since. When I need time away from the Archives…’ He trailed off. They got off their horses, walked to the dock, and had sat down while talking.

‘I can see why you like this place, now. A little retreat opportunity from the responsibilities of being an Aspect, I suppose.’

Kalec sighed despite himself. He wasn’t one to talk about his troubles, but the lake was so relaxing to his mind, and Wrathion’s voice sounded so soft.

‘Exactly. It can get… overwhelming. I appreciate that Sindragosa is willing to help me every step of the way, of course I am— but I feel like… Sometimes, I think Sindragosa tries to remake the past, through me…’

Wrathion stared at him, patiently waiting for him to continue.

‘I know I’ve got a lot of work to do, if I want to restore our flight to its true power and history, and purpose. I just feel a bit lost, sometimes. Sindragosa knows so much, and I feel the gap between our experiences everytime we talk. It’s hard to not— to not, well…’ Kalecgos sighed. He didn’t want to say the words. He was scared that they’d be real if he did.

‘…to what?’ Wrathion prompted.

‘To feel like an impostor.’

A pause.

‘Like I have no place here. Like I’m just pretending to be what the blue dragons need. Like even if I work hard, and read every book that exists in those Archives, that I’ll still be lightyears behind Sindragosa, or Senegos. Or, well… whatever older blue dragon is still alive…’

Wrathion had the good conscience of not mentioning that, technically, Sindragosa wasn’t alive, from what he understood when Kalec told him about it.

He wanted to say so much. That he was, frankly, quite stupid for even thinking that way. That Kalec was probably the most knowledgeable wizard there ever was. That the blue dragonflight hadn’t been this united in hundreds of years. But he paused. And he looked at him. He knew Kalecgos. He knew he needed silence to gather his thoughts. Much unlike Wrathion, who preferred to say whatever thought came to him. But this wasn’t about him, so, he waited.

The sound of water hitting against rocks & crystals surrounded them. And after a few minutes, Kalec spoke up.

‘I’m sorry.’

Wrathion blinked.

‘What on earth would you be sorry for?!’ He blurted out.

‘I… know this sounds like I’m ungrateful for the fact that I became an Aspect, but I swear that’s not the case. And I know that being an Aspect is —was, —well it still is, something that’s very important to you, and I know you probably wouldn’t complain about it the way I am right now, but I swear—’

‘Kalecgos.’

He stopped, and looked over to Wrathion. Had his complaints angered him? Or had Wrathion not noticed that Kalec was acting ungrateful before he’d pointed it out, and now he was angry? What if—

‘What if you allowed yourself a moment of reprieve? You’re the first leader the blue dragonflight’s had in so, so, very long. You managed to reunite scattered blue dragons from all across Azeroth. You’ve got siblings and cousins that admire and respect you simply for who you are.’ Wrathion’s fire red eyes betrayed the soft tone of voice he adopted. He clearly felt very strongly about the words he was saying.

Kalecgos blinked, taken aback. His heart skipped a beat when Wrathion got closer to him and reached for his hand.

‘You are exactly who your people need right now.’

Kalecgos stared at him, surprised. Wrathion held his gaze.

Kalecgos chuckled, and Wrathion’s valiant demeanor broke, leaving place to confusion, and, honestly, embarrassment.

‘What, what is it? Why are you laughing?’ His cheeks were as red as his eyes now. ‘I demand to know what makes you laugh like this!’

Kalecgos was smiling from ear to ear. To think a whelp like him would be the one to give him the courage he needed to be who he wanted to be—needed to be, more so than the all-knowing simulacrum currently living at the Azure Archives… He admired Wrathion’s attitude. He always seemed so fearless, no matter the obstacle in front of him. Suddenly Kalecgos felt the crystal tingles and bell chimes deep in his belly.

‘Wrathion. I…’

Red eyes & red cheeks were staring at him. But his lips weren’t red enough to his liking. Should they? Should he?

Wrathion seemed to agree. He kissed Kalec, and pulled back, a determined look to his face, even though he seemed quite surprised with himself for doing what he did.

Wrathion always seemed to be one step ahead of him, somehow. But he was the one person he didn’t mind following.

[mothervvoid]

1/1ch | 2.1k wc

Shandris does not want to lose her mother again.

[boilingheart]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mathias Shaw & Vanessa VanCleef Characters: Mathias Shaw, Vanessa VanCleef Additional Tags: Angst, Reunion, Past Character Death, World of Warcraft: Legion, Post-Detheroc, AU where Shaw and Edwin were raising Vanessa together, Past VanShaw - Freeform, Edwin VanCleef mentioned, Near Death, Fever, Sick Character, does this count as whump?, Character Study Summary:

Shaw hadn't fully recovered from his imprisonment by Detheroc. While working with the Uncrowned, the fel poisoning catches up with him, and he collapses.

In the midst of his high fever, he hallucinates Vanessa VanCleef.

[fictosensuality]

Genn Greymane x F! OC

Worgen are really hot.

King Genn Greymane had come dangerously close to losing his life this day. Had Anduin not been there to save him just in the nick of time...

He had not shifted back into the form of a man the entire journey back to Stormwind, finding comfort in the form of a beast. As he and Anduin approached Stormwind keep he lumbered forward on the legs of a wolf, wounded but stubbornly refusing healing from all but one. Crescent Greymane, his young wife. As they entered the keep she bounded towards him, having been eagerly awaiting his return all day. Ignoring the people who tried to approach the two kings to discuss political affairs and matters of war, she ran at him, barefoot, her long skirts billowing behind her and golden curls bouncing. Genn could look at no one but her and he thought in this moment that she looked like an angel, like the holy Light itself personified. She embraced him as much as she could, being considerably smaller than him. The top of her head reached the center of his chest as she pressed herself against him, grabbing fistfuls of his fur in her small hands. Genn lifted her up, cradling her close to his face no matter how much the weight of her strained a wound on his shoulder. He lapped at her face and neck like a dog reunited with its owner, tail wagging eagerly as she giggled and scratched at his chin and behind his ears. Those who wished to speak to him gave up and resigned to try again later, it was obvious all of his attention would be on the maiden he clutched to his chest, at least until tomorrow.

"I missed you so dearly Cres..." Genn said in his deep, rough voice, sniffing at her body and savoring the familiar scent of her

"I thought of you every day and dreamed of you every night. I knew I would not fall, not until I'd held you in my arms again." he squeezed her body tightly, but she did not mind the pressure and rather relished in it. 

"I missed you too Genn. And I knew you'd come back to me." Cres said, stroking her hand through the fur of his cheek and he leaned into her touch.

"Now, let's go up to our room, I know you need patching up." she said good-naturedly. Genn gruffed his reply and put Cres over his shoulder, holding her there with one large clawed hand across her ass and making his way to their room. 

Cress stitched up his wounds, cleaned them, scrubbed clumps of dried blood from his fur and soothed him with her healing abilities. It was difficult to get him to sit still long enough to be healed however, as he took every opportunity to lick or sniff her or run his large paws all over her body.

"You're too impatient." she chided as she bent down to kiss a wound she had just finished bandaging. 

"Cres." his voice was stern and he grabbed her by her shoulders, forcing her to look into his wild yellow eyes. He was panting and almost drooling as he looked down at her. He looked less like her lover, her King and more like a wild animal. A beast from the deepest forests of Azeroth come to claim her.

"I need you." he growled. 

Cres frowned and brought her hands up to his face, trying to soothe the fire in him to no avail. 

"I've needed you since the day you left, but you're hurt and we should wait. I'm afraid your injuries-"

"Injuries be dammed!" he barked, not letting her finish and shoving his paws under her dress, pushing it upwards enough to expose her pussy and ass. His claws tore at the delicate fabric of the dress and scratched at her soft skin as he kissed her forcefully, his maw clumsy and awkward against her soft lips, all fangs and slobber which ran down her chin as well as his. She opened her mouth to him and he wasted no time shoving his tongue into it, overwhelming her. She delighted in being suffocated by him. He picked her up and threw her down on their bed like a doll, ripping away the shredded remains of her dress. He buried his face between her legs and inhaled deeply, becoming almost drunk on the scent of his lover's arousal. He lapped at her cunt furiously, her clit, her entrance, no part of her was left untouched by his large, wet tongue. As he devoured her he reached down between his own legs to grasp his large, red cock, unsheathed and dripping with need already. He drank in the taste of her, the smell, the sound of her whimpering and mewling until he could stand it no longer. He sat up and grabbed her hips, deftly flipping her over onto her stomach. Cres knew what to do, having been bred by him many times before. She got on her knees and grabbed at the headboard in front of her, gripping it and bracing herself. Genn grabbed her hips, claws digging into her as he shoved his entire length into her in one harsh thrust. He threw back his head and practically howled and Cres cried out in pleasure and pain, legs quivering already. 

"G-Gods Genn.." Cres struggled, her voice strained. Genn gave her no time to adjust to his length as he leaned forward, his large body surrounding her like a warm blanket as he thrusted in and out of her as fast as he could. He pulled her into him with every thrust, lifting her off of the bed, using her body as if she were a toy. Cres's moans and cries were lost beneath the animalistic groans and growls Genn let out as he fucked her ruthlessly. He bit into her shoulder, digging his fangs into her hard enough to draw blood, drool spilling out and dripping all over her, growling low in his throat as he tasted her blood. His breath came in hot huffs against her neck and Cres lost her grip on the bed, pleasure making her feel like her body had turned to jelly. Genn released his grip on her with one of his paws and wrapped it around her chest, squeezing her breasts and pulling her to him. Tears ran down Cres' face, saliva from her lips, the noises she made were guttural, visceral. Genn suddenly stopped thrusting and Cres could feel him knotting her, the feeling making her toes curl and making her shiver with euphoria.

"I love you Cres, I love you so much..." Genn cooed, licking her face, lapping up her tears and spit and rubbing her body gently as he laid down on his side, hooking one of her legs over his hip as they remained connected. Cres was panting heavily as she reached behind her to scratch at his chin.

"I love you too Genn..." she said when she caught her breath enough to speak

When Genn had finished, filling her to the point of overflowing he shifted back into a man finally. He laid on his back and ran his fingers through his hair, thoroughly spent. Cres touched the mark on her shoulder and smiled. The scratches, bruises and bite marks that came with loving a worgen were part of the fun. 

[shouyuus]

18+, college roommate!vi cinematic universe thigh-riding, questionable vape-usage, oral (vi receiving), smut with a fluffy ending

"s-sweet fuck, pretty girl -- j-just -- just like that --"

you let out a soft whimper, rutting your hips over her flexed thigh, whining as she leans back, a palm resting on your waist, the other clutching her hot pink vape, bringing it up to her lips for a long hit before tugging you down, blowing the dragonfruit-flavored smoke into your mouth.

you suck in, tasting the bright tang of the vape smoke as your pussy clenches, your clit throbbing as you chase your orgasm, grinding down over vi's leg as she groans thick in the back of her throat, her eyes dark and hazed out as she watches you with parted lips.

"like -- like that?" you ask, your voice high and desperate even as vi bites her lips, letting her head fall back against the wall of her room, her cheeks high with color as you reach down and wedge a hand between your bodies, slipping your fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts to thumb clumsily at her clit. she keens, fingers digging into your waist as she jerks you against her, your juices now so sticky on her thighs that it squelches every time you rut your hips forwards and back.

"fuck -- yeah... mm --" she shifts, hoisting you further up just to meld her mouth with yours, licking into your mouth as your pace stutters and you groan, fingers clutching at her shoulders, her biceps, steadying yourself on her arms as she kisses a harsh line down your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the junction of your throat. "shit, you're so -- so hot, so pretty--"

"vi -- vi -- m'so close --" your lashes flutter as you feel the familiar twist in your gut, the warm already spilling through your limbs.

she chuckles, "c'mon princess --" she tugs on your chin, blowing another puff of smoke in your face, smirking when your breath hitches, "look at me -- wanna see your face when you fuck yourself stupid on my thighs --"

the tension in your belly snaps, your whole body shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. and vi -- she guides you through it, groaning out long and low as she feels you twitch over her, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you ride out your own orgasm against her. you eyes flicker but she keeps you upright, forcing you to look at her even as the edges of your vision fizz out into white sparks of pleasure.

she kisses you as you come down, grinning at the way you whine when she pulls away for another hit of the vape, opening her mouth as you press back in, your fingers finding the soaked folds of her cunt, pressing in, her kissing you as smoke wreathes out the corners of your mouths. you trade the same breath back and forth till you lose count, till you can't figure if the sweetness is the smoke or just the tingling addiction of her mouth on yours.

"mm... wow, princess -- that was --" she hiccups as you press a line of sloppy kisses down her neck, the pale, lamp-kissed bend of her shoulder, the small divot between her breasts, pausing to lave your tongue over her nipples, the piercings there cold as you suck them between your soft lips. your revel in the way she gasps then, the way her fingers bite into your skin.

you reach up wordlessly to tug the vape from her slack fingers, her eyes half-lidded and alight with a loose, liquid hunger as she watches you work down the length of her body.

"you're so wet, vi..." you murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone, smiling up at her as you tug on the waistband of her boyshorts. she lifts her hips, her cheeks darkening as she clears her throat.

"yeah well -- 's not like you can blame me -- oh shit --"

her head thunks back against the wall as you dig your nose into the thin trail of hair that leads to her sopping folds, the slick there glistening in the wane light. you only allow yourself a second to admire her before bringing the vape to your lips and sucking in a breath of the synthetically sweet smoke, and then you're lowering your mouth to her and pressing your tongue into her slow, moaning long and loud, your eyes fixed on her face, watching for the twitch of her lips, the slack in her jaw.

"jesus christ -- mm-mngh --!"

you fight back a grin as she whimpers, her thighs tightening on either side of your face. her fingers dig through your hair as she forces her eyes open to look down at you, an open, needy expression on her face that you doubt she'd willingly show to anyone else. but the knowledge that you can bring her to such pleasure quickens your own pulse and drives you forward as you give her clit a hard suck and she keens again -- that gorgeous, high, helpless sound even as she presses you harder against her folds and jerks against your face, guiding you into a rhythm that suits her needs.

"fuck, fuck, fuck princess --" she lets out a string of incoherent swears as you feel her shove your face into her harder and harder, and all you can do is offer up your mouth, your tongue, anything and everything you can till she shakes apart above you, her release coating your lips and dripping down your chin.

you lap at it hungrily, savoring the salty-sweet-tang even as she finally relaxes her thighs and you manage to pull yourself up for a breath. your face is sticky, and honestly, so is she, but her laughter is warm when she tugs you up to give you a lingering kiss.

your head is a smoke-filled euphoria of half-formed thoughts as the pair of you collapse, boneless, sweaty, and sated onto her messy sheets. she kicks off her boyshorts, leaving her just as naked as you already were as she curls around you, her arms solid and strong, yours curled against her chest, your fingers splayed over the smooth expanse of her skin, tracing abstract shapes as you turn to face her.

"you got somethin' on your face there, sweets," she says, rubbing at thumb down your slick-covered chin. you crinkle your nose, turning to wipe your face messily against her bicep even as she laughs.

"mm... why didn't we do this sooner?" you ask, curling into her, your faces inches apart.

"what, this like -- smoke each other out and have amazing, mind-blowing sex?" vi asks, grinning.

you giggle, shaking your head, "no! i mean -- well, yes, but like... this.." you reach out and cup her cheek, the touch so gentle it stills you both.

vi sighs, shrugging, "dunno, cupcake. i -- i guess i was caught up in..." her eyes cast about her room, the band posters and hand-scribbled workout notes tacked to her wall, "in wondering if you -- if you felt the same about me, i just..."

you purse your lips around a burgeoning smile, "you just... forgot to ask me?"

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever. we get it -- you had to make the first move but --" her eyes soften, and so does her voice, "at least we're here now, right?"

"mm," you nod, inching closer, "and we've still got another six months left on the lease."

"six months is a long time," vi says, her voice husky as she rubs a thumb along your cheek.

"yeah... plenty, if we're trying to make up for lost time but..." you hesitate over a held breath, "what happens after?"

"after... we both graduate?"

"yeah."

for a moment, vi's silent. and all around you, the future stretches out like the moonless night, tendrils of shadow reaching like spindled fingers into the unknown future.

"after that... i go wherever you go, cupcake."

you blink, eyes meeting hers, a startled spark of uncertainty rising within you.

"you..."

vi smiles, a crooked, honest thing of lips and teeth. she hooks her ankles around yours and presses your foreheads. her hand comes up to caress the back of your neck.

"if you think i'll ever let you go again after all that... you've got another thing comin', princess."

you let out a relieved laugh, leaning in for a kiss.

"right. i guess the orgasm really was that good, huh?"

vi laughs too then, a soft, breathy sound.

"sure. but really... i mean it. i'm yours, cupcake. for as long as you'll have me."

your lashes flutter; your heart skips. then, you're the one pulling her in for a kiss, one that's sweet as it is consuming. the skin-scalding simmer of a long-burning flame, a spark catching hold on a breath of summer wind.

"i might not be a theoretical physicist, but from what i've heard, forever is a really long time," you say. and vi, to her credit, only takes a second before understanding blossoms in her eyes and she pulling you to her, crushing you in a stomach-turning embrace.

"you're my everything, princess. you know that?"

you bury your face in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. the room smells like sex and sweat and the soft perfume of your shared shampoo. you grin, a giddy heat pluming up your chest to coil at the back of your throat.

"and you're mine, vi."

vi puffs out a breath, her voice just a tiny bit shaky as she cradles your head in her palm.

"yeah. i know, sweets. i know i am."

[kittysauce]

au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept

[keferon]

…..I should be working rn but one of the songs in my playlist hit harder than usual so

[ghostbsuter]

"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.

Dick stares at him. "Huh."

"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.

"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.

Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—

Huh.

"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.

Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."

Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.

In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."

And Dick understands.

Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.

"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."

Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."

[wowerehouse]

Chapter 22 | Polestar

In which, for better or worse, the champions of Azeroth have always been the ones to shape her future.

Or: Prominent named lore characters actually contributing anything of value in a raid instance would be wildly out of character.

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Chapter 20: Briefing

In which Tyrande alone realizes what they're hunting. Also: Vaz makes bedroom eyes, Brann Bronzebeard makes eggs, Finley makes some salient political points, Elise gives exposition, and we briefly check in on the Lordaeron team!

I got you guys a chapter for my birthday! My sincere thanks to everyone who's still interested--I hope you enjoy digging into these incredibly meaty upcoming Lordaeron and Ruby Dragonflight arcs with me.

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when old friends turn into strangers and when "i thought you were dead" turns into "you should've died"

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Obsessed with the fact that Shen Yuan only transmigrates when all the Peaklords have settled into their positions for a few years because the idea of Shang Qinghua being stuck watching Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge arguing for nth time about some budget detail that is DEFINITELY getting overblown now and just being stuck thinking

"Damn this would've been such a good enemies to lovers plot line... Imagine how much I could've made off of them..." and regretting not monetising their rivalry more before he killed off Liu Qingge ( "Oh and the angst Shen Qingqiu would've faced after his secret lover died and everyone blamed him for it! Fans would've been begging for more extras!" 🐹💔)

Like all the peaklords are desperately trying to mediate and fix the situation and Shang Qinghua is just imagining his one hundredth Fix-It Fic/AU where Shen Jiu is the King's trusted scholar and Liu Qingge is the King's personal bodyguard

Everyone thinks when a single tear falls from Shang Qinghua's eyes its because during Liu Qingge and Shen Jiu's fight they destroyed both his newly drafted budget (for the fifth time that month) and the fact they also destroyed the table (for the third time that week and the week just started)

Reality is Shang Qinghua is crying because he thought of an angsty death scene for the two Romeo and Juliet style because both their families couldn't accept them being together

Years of this pass and at some point he even picks up writing again (specifically about characters clearly based on Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge) and he gets really popular, popular enough his novels start to flood all of Cang Qiong and even Liu Mingyan takes some inspiration from them

Everyone knows damn well that the characters are clearly meant to be Peaklord Shen and Peaklord Liu, but no one tells because they all are legitimately waiting for the next volume of "Battle-to-your-poisonous-heart-and-peaches"

Does everyone know it's Shang Qinghua... Noooo.. Would anyone admit if they did know.... No.

Then all the sudden on day Shen Qingqiu suddenly looked in the dictionary and discovered what the word 'nice' is and now he doesn't abuse his students 🐹🤯

He even let himself get poisoned and potentially ruined his cultivation for life for Luo Binghe of all people!? Um excuse Airplane Logic, but the MC is supposed to only get all the good stuff AFTER he falls into the abyss!

And what's this about Liu Qingge helping to 'clear' his meridians so he has to personally visit Qing Jing peak every week?? Def something is off, an author knows fishy when he sees it

For how many years Shang Qinghua is stuck watching these two do their whole "You're my precious Shidi" and "I'll always be here for you" act and he's just stuck eating dogfood wondering when exactly is the marriage extra coming in and why the System won't tell me why Shen Qingqiu is acting all happy go lucky now

Shang Qinghua notices Shen Qingqiu talking to Yue Qingyuan more, he notices Qing Jing disciples running straight to Shen Qingqiu with joy and excitement rather than the reserved fear they had before, he notices how Shen Qingqiu only glares at him twice every meeting than before!

Maybe this isn't his version of PIDW, maybe it's a fan made version where Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu fall in love and with the power of love and friendship Shen Qingqiu learns to be kind and to care and isn't going to cause Luo Binghe to go down his dark path and maybe they can all have a happyily ever after—

*Endless Abyss Arc*

"Oh fuck–"

[Before Endless Abyss Arc]

*Shang Qinghua watching from a distance as Luo Binghe is practically clinging to Shen Qingqiu's side. Shen Qingqiu pats Luo Binghe's head and Luo Binghe does THAT smile he only does for his wives*

"Well this is an interesting fanfic..."

[After Airplane Reveal]

"Wait... So you're actually a transmigrater as well, Cucumber-Bro?"

"Yeah, and?"

"..."

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Do you hate, or have you at least at some point hated, Liu Qingge?"

"I– No–Wait what???"

"Let me reword it. Have you ever considered murdering him at one point?"

"WHYAREYOUASKINGMETHESEQUESTIONS!? YOUKNOWWHATHAPPENEDTOSHENJIU! IMNOTRISKINGHISFATE!"

"... So I'll take that as a no."

"OBVIOUSLY!?"

"So it's just a normal Friends to lovers 😮‍💨 No flavour 🙄"

Shang Qinghua was then brutally attacked.

[During the Five Years SY was dead]

*Shang Qinghua watching Liu Qingge go every single day to fight Luo Binghe for Shen Qingqiu's body*

"Oh my Airplane.... It's not a enemies-to-lovers... It's not Teacher X Disciple... It's a bloody love triangle with both! Oh how much money this plot would've made me 💔 I would've been able to pay for four months worth of rent and groceries!"

Random Disciple visiting An Ding: "Um.... Is Shang-Shibo okay? He fell on the ground?"

An Ding Disciple: "Leave him. He does that sometimes. Now about your budget request..."

*Shang Qinghua screaming in the background*

Random Disciple: "..."

An Ding Disciple: "..."

Random Disciple: "Should we check on–"

An Ding Disciple, now dragging other disciple away: "Let's settle this at your peak."

Years later when Bingqiu have already had their wedding and everyone has become somewhat tolerant of their relationship, Shang Qinghua just sighs loudly and Shen Yuan asks him what's up. Shang Qinghua looks him in the eyes and just shakes his head.

"My ship...💔"

"..."

"OW– Why did you have go hit me on the head!?"

"Because I don't want to know what's going on in there and I need to make sure what's in there stays in there."

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1/1ch | 2.5k wc

Notes from Lilian on the Forsaken, post-council formation.