#world of warcraft fanfic

[rhaemaya-valwynn]

-taps mic-

So, I wanna mention that when I was like 5 my brothers played warcraft and other games. In 2004 when they started played the MMO version, I was hooked just by watching.

There was a character I used to write a lot of back when I was younger. 13 years ago I wrote my first fanfic about Arthas Menethil.

Whelp, I'm falling back into the fixation (pulling away from jojo due to circumstances I will not go into as it's no ones business.) But I'm quite curious if people here even like wow fanfic? Guess I'm looking for a community to join if possible.

[celenacallaghan]

Hello all. So, I have some news to impart along with this latest chapter.

"Toward the Dawn" is going on indefinite hiatus.

I'm not abandoning Izzy's story. Not at all. I love Izzy, as much as I love Desi, Kav, and all the other OCs I've made. And of course, I still love the canon characters and the world of Azeroth itself. It's just....things happened over the past couple of years. Things that left me "creatively injured."

Think of it like breaking a hip (or ankle or wrist or whatnot.) Instead of getting PT and staying off my feet, I've gone right back to forcing myself into training for a marathon. It's sucked all the joy outta something i love, and it has for a long time. My productivity has tanked and I do everything to avoid writing. So now, I'm forcing myself to treat the injury before it becomes permanent.

Thank you all for reading and commenting, leaving kudos, and following along on Izzy's journey. It's been a wonderful few years and hopefully, someday, there'll be more years to come ^^ Stay safe and sane, everyone.

[ladymischievous]

A Twist of Fate: An AU Khadgar and Medivh Fanfic

Not an update, will do so eventually just currently stuck. Just posting for some fun and comfort given some of the Khadgar stuff I've been seeing floating around. Title: A Twist of Fate Rating: PG-13 Pairing: RavenTrust (Eventually, don't like? Then don't read), Slowburn Type: Alternate Universe/Alternate Timeline, A version of the setting and characters based off of parts of the MMO, The book 'The Last Guardian', the Warcraft Movie, and Hearthstone's 'One Night in Karazhan', with some original ideas. Sounds like a mess, but this has honestly been a lot of fun. Warnings: Mentions of past abuse and manipulations from institutes of power and personal connections, eventual moments of horror/psychological horror. Medivh's moods. Medivh and Khadgar clash occasionally. Friendship and eventual romance is a slow burn.

A Twist of Fate can be found on AO3.

[opheliajupiter99]

Another random thing I found while digging through my old files, a short horror story I wrote set in World of Warcraft. It's rather dark, as those following me by this point probably aren't surprised to hear lol, but I hope you enjoy it! Among the many fandoms I love, WOW is one of the ones most dear to my heart. (Though I realize as I type this that I haven't actually talked about it that much. Welp, first time for everything I suppose)

[lothirielswan]

"The Boyfriend"

Continue the tale Dear Prince Dandelion here!

Quest Objective: Prepare the perfect first date.

Bonus Objective: Choose the most romantic location on Azeroth!

— MOUNT HYJAL —

“Cheers to our courtship,” My glass of  Pandaren Plum wine clinked against Anduin’s.

“Cheers,” He smiled into his glass.

My eyes rose to the canopy of leaves above dyed gold from the bleeding sunset as I took a sip. A picnic at Mount Hyjal seemed like a fun “official” first date. Faerie dragons serenaded one another from branch to branch. A magical mist of stardust hovered over the lavender lake that replaced the first Well of Eternity. 

“I’ve never been here before. It’s beautiful,” Anduin leaned back on his elbows. The silken blanket beneath us rippled despite the pillows piled on one side to keep it in place. 

“It is. No wonder Ysera preferred here to Northrend,” I said, thoughts drifting to the Dreamer. 

“Did you know her well?” 

I shrugged and set down my glass on the picnic basket. “She used to join my family’s poker nights. She made mojitos for everyone…I miss her.” 

The balcony where she used to stand, weaving magic in the air, was empty. My chest tightened at her absence.

“Did Alexstrasza ever join? I noticed she didn't sit with your family when we met in Pandaria,” Anduin noted politely. 

My gaze traced the lip of the lake before us. The surface shimmered like the transparent cloak Alexstrasza used to wear. My time with her at Wyrmrest Temple was (trips to Stratholme aside)...strange. Alexstrasza asked for stories of Outland and my mother. When I asked for stories of Azeroth, the conversation turned…evasive. Alexstrasza would avoid the topic of my mother like an unpleasant rumor. That rift never repaired, despite all she had done to remedy us. 

“Not really. I always felt as if there is something that Alexstrasza is hiding.” I admitted. 

“Sounds like you when we first met,” Anduin chuckled to himself. 

“Was I that bad?”

“It was more like a rogue. Now, you just seem more like you—if that makes any sense.” With a hesitant hand, Anduin reached out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. 

The sun now slept. The flora of the forest casted a dim glow; giant flowers and mushrooms bathed our skin blue. Faerie dragon wings whispered as they frolicked in the shadows. 

“Are you cold?” I asked as Anduin sat up, pulling his knees to his chest. 

I opened my arms. Anduin slid between my legs and leaned against my chest. Lavender melted the air. 

“I didn't know much of Kael’thas when you first told me he was your father.”

My body stilled. I hadn't realized that my confession in Stormwind was the first time I admitted to Anduin who my father was. He hadn't reacted much; when he claimed I was royalty, I thought he knew. Perhaps he meant my maternal family. 

“I heard of him from Velen and Liadrin. When I heard of him in the past, I always focused on the Sunwell—I wondered if it had any connections to the Naaru.” Anduin admitted.

“And?”

“I’m curious. What was it like on Outland with him and Illidan…?” In the silence that followed, Anduin apologized. “I’m sorry. If you don't wish to speak of it—”

“It’s…complicated.” I said, relieved Anduin couldn't look at my face as I spoke of the following. 

“When my father came to Outland, he nearly reconciled with my mother—but I think she did so more for my sake than her own. The affair happened not long after.” 

Anduin peeked up at me. “The affair?”

“My father betrayed Illidan by joining Kil’jaeden. But Kael’thas tried to convince Illidan of his loyalty—or maybe he did care for him, I don’t know…”

“Kael’thas…and Illidan?”

“Yes.”

“And your mother remains on Outland…”

“Yep. With my aunt who belongs in a psych ward.” 

Anduin stiffened in my arms. “And yet you still remain close to Illidan? Enough to help him with Ar—with…his one hundred and sixty pounds of stupidity?” 

My face caved into a smile. “You’re adorable. Yes. I don't know how we’ve remained so close…It could be our shared desire to thoroughly remove the threat of the Legion. He is very good at that.” 

Or maybe we both represent a time long past that we will never get back. 

My mind wandered back to my mother and her long silence. The affair wasn't pleasant. Perhaps it had more effect on her than I thought—that might’ve been the source of her quiet. It was doubtful that my aunt would ease things. 

“Does that mean I finally win?” Anduin mused. “Have the Kaldorei finally proven themselves better saviors of the earth than dwarves?”

I laughed quietly. “Maybe. I guess you’re right.”

“What do I win?”

“Hmm…” My arms tightened around him as I thought of a reward.

The world around us was in slumber. Meadows of lilies swayed, their long necks tossing their petals to and fro. It’s a shame we spent so much time discussing darker subjects. I’m glad Anduin knows, but I had other plans for tonight… 

I leaned into Anduin’s neck and pressed an experimental kiss there. He didn't move.

“I assume that by courting me you also agree to the… physical components.” My lips grazed his ear.

I placed another kiss on his jaw. Anduin’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “What exactly does ‘physical components’ entail…?”

I turned his face towards mine with a finger under his chin. “Whatever you desire. Why don't you enlighten me?” 

My lips pressed against his. It felt like my first kiss, the almost foreign feeling of my mouth moving against Anduin’s. Soft as lily petals caressing one another, stems intertwining, whispering seductive thoughts. 

Anduin turned in my arms. My fingers scrambled for exposed skin, curling around his neck. His pulse was hot and throbbing beneath my touch—

Anduin moaned into my mouth. The desire to be soft and gentle burned beneath my craving for him.

Our positions changed; Anduin’s body was under mine. My tongue traced his lips. His hands clutched at my back as if holding on for dear life. Every inhale roused lavender. 

My lips parted from Anduin’s to trail down his neck. Red spots blossomed across his skin. My teeth grazed his earlobe, “How far would you like to take this, Your Majesty?”

Pants escaped Anduin’s parted lips. The voice that answered was husky and aroused, “Whatever you see fit, my rose.”

Anduin’s labored breathing paused as my fingers drew a random design on the inside of his thigh. He jolted beneath my touch. My fingers traveled higher—

Wings flapped above us. A snarky retort disrupted the quiet. “For once, I am overjoyed by my lack of eyesight.” 

I stilled. My face remained pressed against Anduin’s neck, holding my breath. Maybe if we’re quiet, he’ll just go away… 

Anduin’s voice entered my thoughts. Are you sure you want to leave your hand there? I don't mind in the least, but— 

Oh! Sorry! 

Our bodies remained entwined. The cool breeze from his wings tousled my hair.

“If you plan to make me uncomfortable with this grand display of affection, let me remind you that the Den of Mortal Delights existed in the Black Temple. Don’t let me…dissuade you.”

I inhaled sharply. Speak of the devil. My breath flared against Anduin’s skin, “Perv.” 

“The current circumstances would apply that title to you.” 

I climbed off Anduin. We sat upright. I bit down to prevent a lot of nasty remarks from escaping. The one time he decides to do something parent-like! Just give me one hour alone with Anduin to sate this thirst— 

Illidan landed before us. His nose crinkled in Anduin’s direction. “This is the boyfriend?” 

“Yes.”

Illidan’s expression soured. “Blond men obsessed with bright objects are drawn to you like moths to an open flame.”

“And I could say the same to you.”

I imagined Illidan rolling his eyes beneath his blindfold. He couldn't see my hardened glare of contempt, but I continued to wear it.

“We need to speak. Alone.” Illidan said.

“Okay.” I placed my hand atop Anduin’s. “Please share your little gems of wisdom with us.” 

No one moved for a long moment. Anduin’s eyes drifted to me, questioning whether I bluffed. I stared straight ahead, waiting for Illidan’s next move.

The demon hunter broke the silence first. “I prefer not to share this in front of Arthas the Second.” 

“The boyfriend stays—and be nice!” I patted the blanket below us. “Join us.”

It was the most miserable I had ever seen Illidan as he took a step forward and kneeled on the silken ground. Nothing would be hidden from Anduin. I wouldn't tip toe around him as Alexstrasza did with me. Illidan was also an integral part of my family…and Anduin would have to get used to the craziness somehow. 

“What I am about to share cannot be uttered by any other living mortal.” Illidan’s whisper was hushed by the shivering lilies. 

Anduin and I exchanged a look. He inched closer to me and took my hand in his. We waited for Illidan to continue. 

“Someone has released Sargeras from the Titans’ hold.” 

A high pitched ringing noise deafened my ears. The world around us unfocused, lines blurring and brown filling my vision with a bright, bleeding red. 

Anduin’s voice echoed from a faraway place. “How? Who released him?”

“I do not know. Whoever it is is mad enough to put the entire cosmos at risk.” Illidan’s words had an edge sharper than his warglaives. 

The red was dissipating, but the voices around me traveled through water to my ears. My hand tightened around Anduin’s as I willed reality to return. 

“Do you know where he is?” Anduin asked.

“No.”

Who could undermine the Titans? Why would they unleash the destroyer of worlds? 

“Is the Legion returning?” Words finally forced their way from my dry mouth.

The last Legion invasion of Azeroth affected every life on the planet. Thousands had perished. Now it was worse. Now I had too much to lose. 

Illidan’s claws curled into fists. “Whoever unleashed Sargeras must be found…and eliminated.”

Continue the tale Dear Prince Dandelion here!

[hellolunara]

Pls, pls, pls comment and gives kudos. It can go a long way to help a writer out. Don’t be afraid to send a comment either. I don’t mind! 

[oldnwise]

Yet another story idea

So I play World of Warcraft, have a long time. And the idea came to me of similarities in certain tropes in WoW that could match up nicely to provide a crossover with SW, particularly Obikin/vaderkin.

Would go like this: Prince Anakin has been corrupted by the sword Frostmourne and become the Lich King, the servant of Sargeras and the Burning Crusade. His oldest friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, Paladin of the Order of the Silver Hand (a warrior of the Light) tries to bring him back to the Light and naturally enough that doesn't go well...

There are multiple routes that story could take, including Anakin turning Obi-Wan into a Death Knight (which the WoW character frequently did to Paladins and many others) to become his nearly mindless servant. So a happy, joyous story that would not be.

Angst, gotta love it in all its iterations....

[shatteredblueflame]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44371657

Little fic I made while editing another bigger fic

[alvivaarts]

AO3 is Removing 'All Media Types' without Public Input or Announcement. What Can We Do?

What's Happening?

For those who don't yet know: AO3 and the Tag Wranglers have begun to slowly remove the 'All Media Types' tag for older fandoms. Aka, removing the 'umbrella' tag for many franchises, and forcing franchises to be split by media, or to be shoved under one umbrella that does not accurately reflect the types of fics or source medias they come from. This has been slowly occurring with no official announcement, under the pretense that things will be 'easier' to manage, or that some users claimed that the 'All Media Types' tag was confusing. This has begun in secrecy, without genuine input from the userbase, and without any public announcement. (As of 9/5/2024 9:30 AM PST) Many of us are pretty confident in AO3 staff's decisions, but the fact that this decision is not only incredibly impactful, but made without public input, has deeply violated the condition of the site as an archive... an archive of OUR own.

Current seen issues and active risks:

Removal of 'All Media Types' automatically makes fics from different sources in the same franchise a 'crossover', forcing users to consider non-crossover fics 'crossovers'. So, any fanfic that spans or implements elements from multiple pieces of media in a franchise are now considered a 'crossover', despite being from the same franchise and not a crossover.

Removal of 'All Media Types' forces users to manually search for the fics and ships they want one by one through each fandom tag in a related franchise. (Imagine looking through all the separate DC or MARVEL movies one by one).

The 'include crossovers' and 'exclude crossovers' filters are now useless, and removing genuine crossovers (crossovers between franchises) must be done manually through the filter system, which can take upwards of half an hour, if not longer, with the amount of one-off genuine crossovers that exist.

Slightly smaller franchises are being shoved under the umbrella of a single, super popular fandom. (See, Sherlock Holmes. All Sherlock Holmes media has been relegated to the tag 'Sherlock TV', which confuses users, as the tag now includes not only BBC Sherlock, which is the umbrella tag, but any works based off of Arthur Conan Doyle's original works, the 2009 Sherlock Holmes films, and the 16+ Sherlock Holmes adaptations and international TV shows... none of which are BBC Sherlock.)

Anime and manga fandoms��(especially smaller ones) are being automatically split by media type, without regard to the fact that many anime and manga adaptations are very similar, and/or authors tend to often implement elements from both anime and manga.

As far as we are aware, no one is going to be correcting any improper sorting resulting from this.

Accounts that are no longer active/accessible, memorial accounts, and orphaned fics and no longer be corrected by their original authors and are at risk of being misplaced into incorrect fandom tags. Unfortunately, no one can fix this but the tag wranglers, who were supposedly removing 'All Media Types' in the first place to prevent MORE work. Counter intuitive, isn't it?

Already, fandoms are being improperly split, others being improperly merged, and still more being far more confusingly sorted. This deeply damages AO3's integrity as an ARCHIVE.

What Can I Do?

As soon as it's back up again, make sure to stop by the Contact Support page! There, you're able to let them know exactly how you feel about this, and what fandoms your fear will be impacted by these changes. Many already have been.

In the meantime, make sure to contact AO3 on Twitter (or X): ao3org (AO3's general twitter page), ao3_wranglers (AO3's tag wrangler page), and OTW_news (the parent host of AO3).

There is also tumblr: ao3org (AO3's tumblr page) and transformativeworks (OTW's tumblr page).

And finally, the Organization for Transformative Works contact page.

If you are aware of any additional medias, please add them below to ensure that AO3 thoroughly understands the negative impact of this decision, especially the violation of trust resulting from making such a massive choice without impact. Be sure to share this information elsewhere, repost, share the links, and make a stink. Furthermore, if you are able, letting AO3 know that you are no longer comfortable financially supporting them in the future.

Be sure to also repost and list any fandoms you have personally noticed have been impacted by this change!

Already Impacted Fandoms:

MARVEL, MCU, Marvel Comics, Avengers, and related tags

Any Sherlock Holmes based Media

A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon)

World of Warcraft

Assassin's Creed

Monogatari

BanG Dream!

Jujutsu Kaisen

Disney (all media, now: Disney Theatrical Animated Universe)

DC and DC Comics

AND MANY, MANY MORE!

[druidonity2]

2022 WoW x FFxiv: Mysterious old men who are very magical and also have really tall towers and have sorta weird relationship with aging.

[swordgrace]

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[celenacallaghan]

As the Horde and Alliance prepare to march on the Wrathgate, Izzy is determined to foster the bare amount of cooperation between the two factions. An unexpected visitor doesn't change her plans until they meet face to face. A missive to Sylvanas Windrunner leads the Banshee Queen to a terrible choice: her people or her priestess?

This chapter was a bear to write, but I did it anyway, haha. I even accomplished my goal of posting before the end of the month! Thank you all for your patience, stay safe and sane, and I’ll see you next time.

[ladymischievous]

A Twist of Fate Chapter 7: The Masks We Wear

Posting this again. Currently taking a break to recharge but I'm really proud of how chapters 6 & 7 turned out. Still in the sketching phase for chapter 8. It's going to take a while to write down but I hope you will enjoy the story so far.

-Snippet for Chapter 7-

Northshire Abbey was one of the most peaceful places Khadgar had ever stayed at. Which made it all the more unsettling to him. There was no doubt that the abbey was beautiful, it had the feel and charm as many old places did. The building stood tall and proud, made of stone that was carved into ornate iconography of the religion of ‘The Light’. Symbols above archways and statues of heroes and saints of the past lined the walls of corridors in niches or stood in the abbey garden. The inside of the abbey was also cool, something Khadgar very much appreciated, as the climate in the south of the continent was much warmer than back home.

There always seemed to be the lingering distant smells of incense, old books, or cooking food. Khadgar couldn’t say it was a ‘bad’ place to stay, but he certainly felt out of place. He hadn’t been to a church service since he was a child, before coming to Dalaran. It was a time he preferred not to think about.

So Khadgar kept himself busy. He was settled in a chair in the room Medivh had been laid to rest in. He worked on writing notes and sketches of the events that had happened the night before. It was hard to believe any of it was real. Khadgar would sometimes look down at his hand, the one that held Medivh’s dagger, and find it trembling. Sometimes when he dozed off, he’d relive furiously stabbing the scarecrow he protected Medivh from. Only Khadgar would end up seeing that the scarecrow was himself. His own blue eyes were glassy and dull, staring upwards at the sky. Khadgar was certain a part of him died that night, as for which part, he wasn’t sure. ‘Innocence’ didn’t exactly fit with everything he’d seen and done while uncovering secrets in Dalaran. If it was, then it may have been the very last shreds of innocence he had.

Khadgar paused in his work and looked at his sleeping companion. Medivh was still in a deep sleep. It was later in the afternoon and he had been slowly recovering. Now Medivh looked as though he had aged only about ten years. The gray in his hair had returned to its deep black color and color returned to his face. He still looked drained and fragile. It made Khadgar feel uneasy.

Looking down at his notes, Khadgar was reminded that Medivh had been targeted. The fog, the gnolls that tracked them like animals, someone had it out for Medivh. It made Khadgar eye every visiting nurse, doctor, or worker with a hint of suspicion. He’d watch everyone and what they did around or to Medivh carefully. If he was being targeted, then it surely wouldn’t be the only attempt.

Khadgar kept Medivh’s dagger close by, promising himself that he’d return it when he woke up.

The sound of heavy footsteps drew his attention towards the door. Anduin Lothar had arrived and stood in the doorway, giving Khadgar a confused look. He then noticed the cot set up close to Medivh’s bed and frowned.

“Don’t tell me the folks here weren’t able to set you up with a room.” Lothar said. “I’ll have things sorted ou--”

“They did.” Khadgar spoke up, cutting him off. “I turned them down and asked to stay here.”

-End of Snippet- Read the rest on AO3. Chapter 6: Night of the Wicked Harvest Chapter 7: The Masks We Wear

Starting from the beginning? Chapter 1: Lucky Number 13

[massivespacewren]

Art for the @cap-ironman RBB! I had the thought that for a World of Warcraft AU, Steve as a Human Paladin and Tony as Draenei Paladin who is more about analyzing the light than truly believing would be a fun idea! Luckily, my art was picked up by truthiness_aura, who wrote an amazing fic about these two slowly getting closer. I am super excited we finally get to share it with everyone. Go check out truthiness_aura’s fic “Redemption” here on AO3! Can be read without any Warcraft knowledge. You can just treat it as a Fantasy AU

[lothirielswan]

"My Urge To Commit Arson and Assassination"

Check out the dragons' drunk night in from Dear Prince Dandelion!

Quest Objective: Get drunk.

— THE PURPLE PARLOR —

We arrived at the same time. The portal hissed behind me. Wrathion entered from the balcony. Kalec’s teleportation spell lit up the room. 

“What are you two doing here?” Kalec’s eyes, red and puffy like a pulsing artery, darted between Wrath and I. 

“I had a long day and I’m taking a sabbatical. From…life.” I shuddered. 

“I needed somewhere to…regroup until my urge to commit arson and assassination wanes.” Wrath remarked.

 Kalec nodded. “I’m regretting every choice in life.” 

Our small party gathered around a table and sank into the seats. Everyone’s shoulders slumped. Wrathion’s left eye twitched every five seconds. Despite the comfort of the plush cushions and dim lighting, the atmosphere was as heavy as the fatigue of a swimmer navigating the ocean. 

Kalec spoke first. “Jaina doesn't want…us.” 

Our heads snapped up. “What?” 

“She doesn't want to get back together,” Kalec rested his arms on the table as if his own limbs were too much to carry. “It’s just…physical to her.”

Wrathion leaned over and whispered to me, “It must be really dire if Proudmoore can only endure the sex. I imagine that’s the most lacking of his qualities.” 

I shushed him and turned to our brother, who’s mood matched his hair. “I’m sorry, and surprised. You two always had great chemistry in my eyes…I know you cared for her. Deeply.” 

Wrathion agreed, “She’s a fool. One of your most admirable qualities is your patience. The best partners have that. Not to mention, you possess the highest degree of intellect that I have ever encountered. You offered her a romance of the mind that will never be matched by any other on this planet.” 

Kalec and I stared in wonder. Compliments from our youngest brother were rare. Wrathion simply shrugged, “You think me incapable of acknowledging strengths? I have the best eye out of all of us…and that is why Gallywix will burn.” 

Wrath’s talons curled into a tight fist. Jastor Gallywix was slowly becoming an important figure to our family. Any entrepreneurial hobby we sought out was endorsed by him; my music, Khadgar and Kalec’s podcast (2 Cool Cucumbers), Chromie’s museum exhibits. I hadn't heard of what Wrathion planned with the wealthiest goblin on Azeroth.

My hand tentatively reached for his taut first. “Want to tell us?” 

Wrath glared at the center of the table. “He withdrew funding for my clothes line. I can cover the loss, of course. But his name bolstered customers.”

“Why did he withdraw? You’re the best dressed in every room,” Kalec muttered.

Wrathion bared his teeth. “Illidan was to be my muse. My model for my first issue. But I couldn't agree to his outrageous demands! Jastor deemed our squabble in the square ‘bad press.’ ” 

“Oh…” My mind thought back to the day Wrathion and Illidan had fought in the streets of Dalaran. Perhaps it wasn't about Arthas after all. Wrathion never knew of Illidan’s scheme to obliterate the rest of the Legion’s forces. 

“You dress the whole family to perfection. Anyone would be lucky to wear something you made.” I said. “I’ll talk to Jastor if you want.”

And I am so blackmailing Illidan into doing whatever the hell Wrath wants. 

Wrath bowed his head and didn't say a word. He hadn't dismissed my hand on his fist, which had relaxed under my touch. 

“What are you in for?” Kalec jut his chin in my direction. “You look like a tiger mauled you.”

“Actually, it was an assassin with little social engagement.”

“Ah. Hate when that happens,” Kalec’s head tipped to the side. 

“It’s…not a big deal. I’m more concerned with the epiphany that I might hate my father, but that’s a common problem in Azeroth….” I shrugged as Kalec’s gaze softened. 

Wrath nodded and took my hand in his. “It gets easier. Once you pass the anger stage…well, no one gets past that. That might be the only stage.” 

“I’m more in the self-disgust stage.”

“Yes, that’s a side-effect of the anger stage.”

We sat in silence for a moment. The cool night air invaded from the balcony’s entrance and caressed my skin. The portal in the corner continued to hum.

Kalec exploded without warning. “Why are we like this? Why are our lives always in disarray? I’m a dragon aspect, for fucks sake, and I’m the biggest screw up in the room!”

We gaped at him. Kalec had the calm of a still ocean, the gentleness of a pond that purged all thirst. He was everything one could desire in an older sibling. A tempest in human form raged before us. 

I recovered first. “Out of the three people in this room, Kalec, you are definitely not the screw up.” 

“Oh, I am.” Kalec rose. “Eona, you’re in your twenties. Wrath’s just entered puberty. I’ve endured centuries of disappointing Alexstrasza and the rest of Azeroth. I failed Anveena right before I met you.” 

Wrath and I shared a nervous look. Kalec never spoke of Anveena Teague. She was the one person (to my knowledge) that Kalec loved before Jaina. Only Anveena wasn’t human; it was revealed that she was the remaining energies of the Sunwell in hiding. The Sunwell was restored…and Anveena no longer existed. 

“That was my father’s fault, not yours.” I said. How has my father managed to touch every single part of my life and alter it in some way? 

“So it's suddenly yours?” Kalec’s arms slapped against his sides in exasperation. “That’s not fair. You can’t take the guilt for every single thing your parents did, Eon.” 

If I won't, who will—? I rose from my chair. “This isn't about me! This is about you, and you are not a screw up, Kalec.”

The blue dragon fell silent. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Damn it all. Our lives suck…”

Kalec gestured casually with a hand. A dozen wine bottles appeared on the table. “Let’s get drunk and complain about all the… suck. Are you in or out?”

Words fled my mouth at the lines of colored bottles before me. None of us had a knack for alcohol. Perhaps Wrathion during his stay at the Tavern in the Mists, but he preferred green powder tea to “maintain his radiant looks.” I had never seen either of my brothers drunk. 

Wrathion raised a hand. “We’re dragons. It’ll take forever to get drunk if we’re sipping juice. I suggest something a little…stronger.” 

With a snap of Wrath’s fingers, a pandaren keg appeared. He gestured at it lazily, “This took down a rock giant. Shall we begin?” 

— HOURS LATER —

Consciousness was a blurry haze. My head ached in a way that overworked muscles throbbed in action. 

A hangover. Ew. 

Everything around me was pure white. It took many minutes to realize ivory satin veiled my gaze. I pulled the fabric from my face. Every movement held a certain degree of numbness, detached from the physical realm. 

I waited for my vision to focus as I held the white fabric aloft. It was Wrathion’s old turban. 

I sat up. The world wobbled. My gaze trickled across the disheveled Purple Parlor as I did so. Murky memories of last night fluttered across my mind. Discarded garments littered the floor from when Wrathion demonstrated his clothing line. Wrathion himself was wearing a golden dress, passed out on a tabletop. He hugged a pillow as he slept and muttered Andy’s name every once in a while. 

Kalec was a few feet away. His eyes were red from his intermissions spent crying in the corner about Jaina. He was curled up on the couch with a picture of Jaina drawn on a pillow. I couldn't remember who drew it. 

The room teetered when I attempted to stand. I settled for crawling on all fours towards the exit. Sunlight is gross. I’ll sleep this off in my room. 

The portal hovered above my head. I waved my arm in the air, hoping the movement would activate it. The hum of the portal was nearly mechanical at the proximity. 

Vomit bubbled up as the floor disappeared before me.

Do not throw up. Do not throw up. Do NOT throw up! 

Darkness soothed my eyes. The bottom of the Violet Citadel was dim and cool. I stilled for a moment, heavily breathing from my spot on the floor. 

Voices echoed down the stairs. Many voices. 

I shuffled over to the bannister and looked down at the lobby. Folded chairs were gathered in a circle. The people seated in them made my eyes widen. Thrall. Baine. Genn Greymane. Tyrande Whisperwind. Some old blood elf with an eye patch. Jaina—

I ducked down before I could recognize more. I need to get out of here. Still on all floors, I padded alongside the railing. I hoped my existence remained unnoticed as I passed the top of the stairs. 

All voices suddenly went quiet. “Who wants to start?” 

“I will.” 

I froze. That voice.  

“I’m Khadgar…”

“Hi, Khadgar.” Everyone greeted him at once. 

“And…I’m addicted to stamina elixirs.”

I peeked over from the top of the stairs. Part of me wondered if he was a drunken illusion. Wait, is this an—oh shit! 

My hand slipped on the edge of the step. I lost my balance. Everything blurred as I rolled down the steps. Voices rose in alarm. 

“Eon…?”

I looked up. I had landed right at Khadgar’s feet. 

“Hi.” I waved from the ground. “Don’t mind me. I just wanted to go somewhere peaceful…and empty…”

“Is that one of yours?” Genn whispered to Thrall. The orc raised a hand to shield his eyes. 

“Here, up we go,” Khadgar helped me up from the ground. His hands rested on my shoulders as my balance wavered. His voice lowered, “Is that alcohol on your breath?”

I ignored the question. “Khadgar…is this a…”

I glanced behind him at the circle of people, all looking at me. “Is this a support group?”

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