#world of warcraft fanfic

[rhaemaya-valwynn]

I need everyone to understand that @scourge-lover has linked me a website in which I can make my own WoW items. This is a power i should not have: -spoilers for my WoW AU are below the read more-

(made a quest for this item too)

(He's such a sassy little fuck, haha!)

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

You know, I'm still posting on Ao3, whinyposting or not; I updated my current project today!

It's a completely AU story featuring a young Kel'Thuzad as the protagonist (and the same OC I always ship him with as the love interest, sorry), loosely based on a novel called "Krabat", which you do not need to have read to understand. Really. It's an AU with a bit of an (I assume) unusual theme - Kel starts off as a miller's apprentice with no magic ability at all - but there's going to be magic, a bit of drama, a healthy dose of evil, and cats. However, if you are familiar with the original story, you can play a game of "which elements did Caz take from the original?"

Give it a look if you have a moment! If only to tell me that I write very nice but it's not for you. (Or don't say anything. I'm grateful for any eye that does behold my writing, in any case, a chance given is all I can hope for!)

[tanadin]

Chromatic Light (Please Guide Me Home)

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Khadgar (Warcraft) & Original Character(s) Characters: Khadgar (Warcraft), Original Characters, Varian Wrynn, Anduin Wrynn, Modera (Warcraft), Krasus | Korialstrasz, Tirion Fordring, Medivh (Warcraft), Kalecgos (Warcraft) Additional Tags: Found Family, Canon-Typical Violence, Chromatic Dragonflight, canon-typical child endangerment, Adoption, in which Dadghar adopts a chromatic whelpling, casual disregard for canon and the timeline, Medivh doesn't appear so much as he's an ever-present specter haunting the narrative Series: Part 1 of Chromatic Light & Ebon Wings Summary:

Khadgar is used to sudden upheavals in his life. He's always prepared for one--and while that doesn't make it easier to face when his life gets turned upside down, it does mean that he's not surprised anymore.

But when a chromatic whelpling shows up in Shattrath City wielding Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian, Khadgar finds himself completely thrown and caught up in a whirlwind of events, new friends, and parental feelings he hadn't realized that he'd had the capacity for. He finds himself torn between his self-imposed duty to defend Azeroth and his newfound desire to protect Prima at all costs--and with her own notions of becoming a Guardian for Azeroth, he's in for more than he bargained for when he involved himself in her life.

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I figured I should put a post out on Tumblr about one of my current projects--a fanfic series featuring Khadgar trying very hard to live a normal life and failing miserably and adopting a chromatic whelpling instead. You do need to be logged into AO3 to read it, because I want to reduce the risk of it getting scraped by a bot, so, sorry about that!

Chromatic Light is completely finished, but the series is ongoing. Part two is completely prewritten and I’m reaching the end of writing part three, so you can rest assured that it’s not going to get stuck in a WIP state forever. This fic can also be called “Khadgar Gets Adopted By Three Lizards,” but that didn’t quite have the same ring to it.

Not sure if you want to read it yet? What about now? (Art done by the wonderful @dragonheartftherpays​ and posted with their permission.)

As for Medivh, well... he doesn’t directly appear in Chromatic Light. But his haunting of the narrative becomes a little more direct in part two, On Ebon Wings (read: he crashes into the story and Khadgar has to ask himself, “Are you for fucking real right now?” at the stupid crush he develops in response).

[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.

[lothirielswan]

BLUE MOON [2]

Read BEYOND THE STARS on AO3.

QUEST OBJECTIVE: Open the door.

Eona and Anduin broke apart. Varian Wrynn’s booming voice came from the other side of the double doors. A shiver ran through Eona’s body as she sprinted off the bed, looking around Anduin’s quarters awash in gold from the hearth. Everything was bright, illuminated. There weren't many shadows to hide in. And even if there were, Varian Wrynn wasn't an idiot. 

“Can you keep to the shadows?” Anduin whispered even as he stood inches away from her. His hands squeezed her shoulders.

“I’m not stealthing with your father in the room! He hunts — his bestie is Valeera Sanguinar!” Eona hissed. No. Hiding wasn't an option. Because if she was found…

“Anduin!” Varian called again, followed by two pounds of his fist against the door. The oak shuddered from the hit. 

Eona shot another glance at Anduin. She realized that his clothes were ever so slightly wrinkled. On anyone else, it wouldn't matter. But on a prince as regal and refined as Anduin, it was a bright red flag. And he still hasn't answered the door. That screams suspicious.  

Eona sighed. “Answer the door.”

“What?” Color had completely fled Anduin’s cheeks. 

“Go see him,” said Eona. 

Anduin didn't just lose his redness; his face paled, his expression nearly sickened, as if a plague was on the other side of the door. His fear easily summoned her own. She clenched her fists to avoid the tremors that racked her body. 

Anduin turned away from her and walked towards the entrance. 

Breath rushed past Eona’s lips as she snapped her eyes shut. She focused on her skin, like it was its own appendage — like an eye that could be opened or closed, a fist that could unfurl. 

The door groaned as it opened. 

“Yes?” said Anduin. He held one of the two doors halfway open, only revealing himself. 

There was a pause on the other side. “Are you feeling well?”

“I’m fine.” 

“You look nervous,” said Varian.

“It’s called introvertism. You wished to discuss something with me? I could hear the urgency in your tone,” said Anduin.

For a moment, Eona listened to the silence. She felt her heartbeat in her palms. The steam had receded from her form, leaving her scalp awkwardly warm with humidity. 

“...It can wait.” The door was pushed open wide as the hulking king shouldered past his son, and into the room. 

Varian Wrynn was intimidating without the title of king. His physique could've been mistaken for a giant bear. Even in the plain attire of a linen shirt and trousers, the fabric seemed exhausted and taut from the muscle underneath. 

A messy, brown bun bounced on his head as Varian entered the room. As soon as his narrowed eyes fell upon Eona, his hair — along with the rest of him — froze. 

It was the bronze dragon, Chromie, who taught Eona how to change forms. Eona couldn't achieve dragon form (and probably never would), but dragons had the ability to warp their humanoid forms. A simple transformation from half-elf to human was uncomfortable, but doable. 

Sweat slickened Eona’s palms as she clasped them in front of her. It was difficult to tell whether Varian’s wordless gaze or the heat of changing forms was the cause. Turnip-pink skin turned a warm brown. Brown curls ending in rose-gold tips replaced straight, red hair. 

Eona would have to face Varian Wrynn eventually. Now that the moment finally came, she felt a little safer appearing as a human — even if it was a farce. It's one thing to walk in on Anduin with a human girl. It's another if he sees what I truly am: a member of the Horde. A sin’dorei. 

“Hi,” said Varian.

Eona waved at him, hoping the gesture — and the rest of her — appeared friendly and harmless. “Hi.” 

Varian looked back at Anduin. He was still at the door; he hadn't moved an inch. One would’ve mistaken him for a statue if it weren't for the blood that had rushed back to his face. Two Stormwind guards stationed outside peeked in, too, gaping beneath their helmets. 

Varian pointed at Eona. “Who’s this?” 

“Leaving?” Eona offered. She stepped back. Varian’s head snapped towards the movement, like a wolf regarding a rabbit. She stopped. 

“Good answer,” said Varian. “You must be the one who’s been giving our night watch such a workout.”

“Yep. That’s me,” she said. Eona didn't want to lie to him. It felt better to be truthful; Varian could’ve easily thrown her across the room with two fingers, and Eona didn't forget his strength, even when he stood so casually before her. 

She tried smiling. Weirdly enough, Varian smiled back at her.

“So, what do you have against doors?” Varian absently scratched at the large, messy bun on his head. 

“They’re, uh…a little crowded,” said Eona. She glanced back at Anduin. A servant had joined the two guards ogling the scene from the door. All three stared with the rapt attention of opera attendees.

Varian followed her gaze. The small party scattered with awkward coughs.

“You’re right. They are crowded,” said Varian. 

Anduin closed the door. Tension thickened the air when he did so. Eona felt more on edge without an audience, somehow. 

Anduin cleared his throat, “Father, I —”

Varian cut him off. “She seems fun.” 

Eona smiled a little wider. She had been aiming for please don't kill me , but fun was a pleasant surprise. 

Varian closed the distance between him and Eona in two strides. His height threw a shadow over her, blocking the golden tendrils of the lit hearth. An oaken spice with a hint of bourbon filled her lungs from his closeness.

“Let’s have a meal together sometime. Bring your father, too,” Varian said.

Eona blinked in surprise. “All right.” 

Varian nodded as if he were satisfied with the answer. He offered a massive, burly hand to Eona. She shook it. His grip was strong, but he didn't crush her fingers. Eona didn't use all of her strength, but enough so he could feel her presence. 

Varian’s brow rose before they broke apart, but he made no comment. 

The King of the Alliance turned away, and retreated to the door. As he did so, he clapped Anduin on the shoulder, “Raising you is a joy.”

“I’m so glad it pleases you,” said Anduin starkly. 

Varian paused at the doorway. His hand engulfed the entire golden knob, like it was a child’s toy in his hands. He tossed one last look at Eona, “You should use these from now on. They’re not that scary.” 

“Thank you. I will keep that in mind,” she said. 

Varian turned the knob. 

A flicker of recognition flashed across Anduin’s face. “Wait, you wished to speak with me —”

Varian shrugged. “There’s always tomorrow, son. Nice meeting you.”

Eona waved. To her delight, the towering king in a messy bun waved back. 

Varian left the room behind, casting a stern look at the guards as he passed. Anduin shut the door behind him, slouching against it. His hands pulled down his face as he processed the encounter. 

Eona dashed over to him. When he slouched, they were eye level. She could easily see the daze he was trapped in; he stared blankly in front of him, but didn't see her in front of him at all. 

“I think that could have gone a lot worse,” she said, fishing for some comment. A sign he was still alive in there. But Anduin didn't speak. 

“Andy?” she tapped his shoulder. No response. “Will I have to resuscitate you —? I know that’s your thing, but I think I’d be great at mouth-to-mouth.” 

When she bit her lip, Anduin stirred, his eyes following her lips. He looked her human form up and down. It wasn't the first time Anduin had seen it — Eona used it for their adventures outside the walls. He wore rags, she wore someone else’s skin, and they became no one together. 

Anduin finally spoke, “So…I suppose you should use the door from now on. Instead of the window.”

Eona patted his shoulder. “Yes. That is exactly what you should take from this conversation.” 

He nodded, looking as if he might slip back into the daze. His hand clasped hers, and squeezed hard. “You shouldn't have had to hide who you are.”

Eona shrugged. “Less questions this way. We can tell him more as we go.”

“He wouldn't have minded you looking like an elf — Valeera’s an old family friend. Father’s never questioned her once.” Anduin had mentioned Valeera Sanguinar in the past. Eona had yet to run into her  — she was relieved that that encounter had been saved for after Varian Wrynn knew of Eona’s existence. 

Eona glanced down. “I don't want to make anything harder for you than it needs to be.” 

It pained her to prolong telling Anduin everything, about who her parents really were, of how she could never walk beside him in the light — but, at least he would be with her. Even if they were always cloaked in shadow.

Anduin’s fingers caressed her chin, guiding her gaze back to his. “We should tell Khadgar, too. If Father wants to meet him.” 

Her heart spasmed. Khadgar was her only family member on Azeroth who didn't know she was dating Anduin Wrynn. She didn't know how he’d take it — she had been hiding the relationship from him for two years. 

Eona lowered her head, letting it rest against Anduin’s chest. “That is going to be one awkward dinner.”

Read BEYOND THE STARS 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)

[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! 

[spellbound-fanfics]

Hey there! Happy New Year!

I know, I know. I’m nearly a month late. Ever since last summer I’ve just been dazed. No motivation, no inspiration. No desire to write. I’ve been losing track of a LOT of time…

But, regardless, it’s slowly coming back! Watch this space for more teasers, and possibly even completed projects.

I’m back!

[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....

[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!

[rhaemaya-valwynn]

Drunken Stupor- Dawnseekers Snippet

Here, I wanna share some of my writing. This is later in the Dawnseekers AU I'm working on right after Deathwing is defeated, Arthas (As the Lich King) and Varian celebrate and get plastered.'

Mathias Shaw gets to babysit them.

Shenanigans ensue.

Killing Deathwing was an achievement to be celebrated.

And by the Benevolence, Arthas was going to do so, even if it killed him.

Or made him alive again?

The world spun as he looked around in confusion at the thought. Arthas was dead, right? No... No... his heart was still beating when he took the- the thingy- the helm.

Yeah! The helm!

So that meant he was a living Lich King, right? A grunt escaped Arthas as he swirled the mug of ale he had in his grip, causing the ice inside to clink together as more confusion set in.

"Heeey, Var-Varian?" Arthas slurred heavily, his voice contorting in odd and slightly terrifying ways as his powers fluctuated due to his loss of self-control. His brother, not by blood, hummed from his own tankard next to him and leaned over.

"Yeaaah?" Varian finally answered, wiping the ale's foam from his mouth.

"Ammm I- alive?" Arthas asked. Something deep inside Arthas scoffed and began to tout off at him. He shoved it down easily, but it definitely wasn't happy about it.

Varian narrowed his eyes and thought deeply for a moment before saying: "Fuuuck man.... I'm just a warr-waaaarior king...I- don't know hooow that kinda stuff...works man..." The human king took another drink almost in condolence before raising it and shouting: "Anooother ale!"

"Maaaan, listen. You're my brother, okaay?" Varian slapped a hand on Arthas's shoulder; whether to balance himself or offer comfort, Arthas couldn't tell. A female Tauren came up to them and had to hold the tankard in Varian's hand to help balance it while they refilled it for them. A man peered over Varian's shoulder at the drink, inspecting it as the barkeep did her duty. "Since weee're both kings.... I say, lets declaree you alive. That waay, no one can say otherwise! Who's gooing to stop us???"

The man was rolling his eyes, his hands twitching to reach up and pinch the bridge of his nose.

Mathias Shaw was painfully sober, having to babysit Varian who was clearly painfully drunk. The man didn't get paid enough for this. Sniffing at the drink, the Tauren opened her hands and performed the routine; having been the one to fill Varian's cups throughout the night, she had become familiar with Shaw's pickiness.

Arthas returned his attention down at Varian and spent a moment recounting his words before a look of shock and awe covered his face, "That's brilliant....Why didn't I think of that- beforee?"

"Because, I'm the smaart one," Varian gave him a wolfish grin, which made Shaw groan in disdain as his king pulled the approved tankard back and downed half of it in one go.

"If you die from alcohol poisoning, I swear to the Light I'm dragging your ass back here so you can at least suffer the hangover!" Mathias snarled under his breath, folding his arms when his king ignored his complaints.

Someone came up behind him and lightly tapped their tankard against the back of Arthas's chest plate. He turned around and made eye contact with a Draenei paladin who sheepishly grinned at him and waved.

Oh, right. He had agreed to let people chill their ale on him.

Arthas offered a smile and waved back. Was that a female or male Draenei? he wondered to himself as they left, lifting the chilled tankard with a cheer. Their friends clamoured in shock and clapped in excitement as they took their seat.

Something inside Arthas's head screamed at him again. It made him flinch and try to cover his eyes for a moment, which was hard since he still had the damned helmet on. Its words were vipers behind his eyelids as it pushed against the confines of his body, making Arthas groan for a moment in pain.

Someone plopped down next to him with a cheery: "Okay, I'm back! Did I miss anything?" Arthas's neck snapped to look down at the beautiful blonde-haired woman who was now beside him.

"Let's see, they arm wrestled, broke several tables and chairs when Arthas won, argued about who owns the best horse...dead or alive... and just got done having an existential crisis." Shaw recited, looking at the woman with a controlled gaze.

Varian swayed and waved at the lady with a wink before flipping Arthas off with a teetering laugh, "And I wooulda won if you weeeren't....damned?" he seemed confused at the statement but decided it wasnt worth the effort and downed another gulp of ale.

Something about that made Arthas mad. Really mad. But for the life of him, or death of him, he couldn't quite place a finger on it. She seemed familiar like the skin on his own body, but by the Benevolence he couldn't remember where it all came from. Something told Arthas she was his heart, outside his body and moving around like some spell over him.

The voice inside his head was practically dripping in unholy energy as it serrated the walls of its containment. But when the woman gave a worried look at him, it fell immediately into silence. "Oh, I'm sorry Shaw. I got...sidetracked getting Arthas his beer."

"For an hour?" the SI:7 agent growled.

"Paladins found me..." she commented as she filled Arthas's mug. Another surge of anger filled him as the voice let out a guttural snarl and some choice words about paladins.

"Fuuuck thoose paladins!" Varian yelled a bit too loud. "Alwaaays butting into shit that isn't theeeirs to butt into..."

Inside the voice grumbled in agreement with the human king, but Arthas was too fixated on the lady to pay attention to why. "You're the prettieeest woman I've evveeer seeen..." Arthas blurted out, his face feeling hotter by the second as he blushed profusely.

The woman looked at him for a minute before letting out the most beautiful laugh he'd ever heard. If Arthas hadn't been sitting already, he would've fallen over. "Oookaaay, let's slow down a bit on the ale there dear," She reached over and worked her fingers between his in a subtle trick to get his tankard away.

"Whaatsss yoourr naame?" Arthas asked as she let go of his hand and stepped back to scoot the ale far from his reach. He leaned closer, tilting his head side to side in an attempt to observe her better.

She laughed again and smiled at him before patting the back of his hand, "It's Scillea, dear." Arthas practically swooned at her fearless touch, let alone hearing her name.

The voice inside was full of fury, and its words practically dug into his skull. 'Do not tell me you got SO fucking drunk you forgot about SCILLEA?!'

As Arthas began to process that comment, Shaw scoffed behind him and made a nasty remark about: "He's so piss ass drunk, can't even recognize his own wife..." Even Varian was giving him a confused look, one that said: 'Really?'

It all clicked at once, and he straightened up in shock, "...YOU'RE MY WIFE?" Arthas nearly shouted. She didn't even flinch at how terrifying his voice sounded, though a good half of the room turned to look at him in worry, but Arthas couldn't stop himself from continuing: "HOOLY SHIIT, HOOW LOONG HAAVE WE BEEEN MARRIED?" Scillea and Varian burst into loud, boisterous laughter at his comment.

Varian pounded the table to try and catch his breath, "You druuunk idiooot!" he howled in delight. Shaw wasn't impressed and finally pinched the bridge of his nose as the sight of the gaggle he was in charge of.

"Light, Benevolence, anything willing to listen. Give me strength..."

Placing a hand over her heart, Scillea continued to laugh till she had to put a hand on the table to steady herself as she crowed. Wiping tears from her eyes, Scillea coughed several times before looking up at her husband, who was clearly in utter bliss just listening to her. "About nine years, my love."

"Nine years!?" Arthas was on cloud nine, the lich flame of his eyes burning bright as torches in excitement. She suppressed a giggle to the best of her abilities and nodded at him. "Godsdamn! I-Have we kissed yet?"

A sputtering cough came from Varian, who had tried to drink more ale, leaving him coughing and gasping for air before he could finally let out a howl of delight as he pounded the table. "Virgin Arthas! Virgin Arthas!" the human king chanted, making Arthas blush in embarrassment, though he felt deep inside that wasn't a truthful comment.

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

Writing death scenes is the best.

I started over with my nanowrimo project, to the point where it's basically a completely different story, and oh boy was it a good decision. Gave myself way more excuses for emotional stuff while getting closer to the original plan I had before I wrote the outline for the first attempt

Also going back to no outline

Though I have the novel I'm using for inspiration with me at all times. I am off course, of course, but it's certainly a guideline.

[tanadin]

Show Me Your Scales

Chapters: 11/13 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Khadgar/Medivh (Warcraft), Khadgar & Anduin Lothar, Anduin Lothar & Medivh & Llane Wrynn, Garona Halforcen & Khadgar Characters: Khadgar (Warcraft), Medivh (Warcraft), Anduin Lothar, Moroes (Warcraft), Llane Wrynn, Varian Wrynn, Garona Halforcen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dragons, but not Warcraft dragons really, come in I have perfectly normal dragon lore for you, More violent than is canon-typical, In which the author breaks and distorts canon very deliberately, Soulmates, but only if you sit down and do it on purpose, in which Medivh's platonic soulmate throuple disintegrates so bad, Canon-Typical Apprentice Endangerment, this is essentially a rewrite of The Last Guardian with more emotions and dragons, Angst and Emotional Turmoil Series: Part 1 of Dragons and Ravens Summary:

With the Kirin Tor finally fed up with him, Khadgar, a young gold dragon, is sent all the way to Karazhan to make his case for an apprenticeship with the Lord Magus Medivh--a mysterious, capricious dragon known for his great power and little else. To his surprise, he is allowed to stay and prove himself--and, in time, a deep bond forms with Medivh, one that curls around his heart and changes his life forever. Khadgar finds himself needing to recruit Medivh's old friends and guard the Guardian as more and more oddities in his behavior spring up, all while juggling his own education. Eventually, two truths make themselves known to him:

Medivh is not well. And he is running out of time.

Fic is completely prewritten. Chapters aim to go up every Thursday, to give me time to edit them and write the sequel (which is almost finished), as well as my other series. It can only be viewed when logged in to prevent it getting scraped by a bot, so, sorry about that. If you’re worried by my choice to not use archive warnings, feel free to shoot me a PM and I’ll be happy to confirm whether or not the fic contains something that might be upsetting or uninteresting to you.

[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