#wrathion fanfiction

[anduln]

thinking of anduin going on a special royal visit to the dragon isles since coming back from his hiatus, & of course, all five aspects are present to welcome him, including a certain black dragonflight diplomat…

wrathion is nervous because he definitely doesn’t feel like getting slapped across the face (wrathion, the prince-turned-diplomat, getting slapped by the king of the alliance in front his dragonkin?! no, way too embarrassing), but, most importantly, nervous because he wonders how his friend feels about him nowadays. it’s been too long. can he even call anduin by that title? does he even know him anymore?

months pass, & despite a few hiccups here & there (the dragon isles are old & have this tendency of making past memories, good & bad, bubble up to the surface), they build their friendship, their trust, back up again. nights passed flying over the waking shores, skiing with tuskarr children, strolls down the ancient bough…

wrathion had never truly felt home anywhere. both unwanted & misunderstood by his kin anywhere he went for, well, most of his short life. the only time he’d felt at home (or at very least, at ease) was in that quiet tavern up in the mountains of pandaria, worlds away from any person who believed they knew his heart.

& finding his friend again, a friend he met at a place he came to love, well… you couldn’t blame him for opening up his heart.

wrathion never missed a chance to explain any aspects of draconic culture to anduin. local foods (& why black dragonflight cuisine was so much better than the rest of them), the long history shared by the centaur & the green dragonflight, how to properly care for a whelp, national holidays,…

anduin always listened. as king, he was interested in how different nations built a life for themselves, & how they celebrated their history. but he loved seeing wrathion smile so big when talking about local games. or seeing his features soften when talking about black dragonflight history, recounting tales he’d heard from sabellian & onoria. memories he never lived. anduin watched his friend pour his heart out through his words, the tone of his voice betraying this bittersweet feeling of being ‘home’.

[toxictwyla]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wrathion/Anduin Wrynn Characters: Wrathion (Warcraft), Anduin Wrynn Additional Tags: First Kiss, First Time, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Human/Monster Romance Summary:

Anduin has returned, and Wrathion isn't as happy about it as he expected. Almost a decade later, and he's dealing with all the pain and stress all over again. But Anduin only wants to heal their relationship, in the best way he knows how.

[sekhithefops]

Something tells me Wrathion is going to be a really hard sell for any of the Pandaren who actually pay attention.

Hotness only goes so far. Sooner or later someone notices the body count. >w<

[scourge-lover]

Morning Kiss

Wrathion did not sleep well. Sapphire makes his mood worse.

Mornings were the worst. Deep sleep eluded Wrathion so he never wished to leave the bed when sunlight forced him to get up.

Not yet ready to take on his visage, Wrathion left his bedroom in his small vulnerable whelp body. His body ached from laying down for hours without rejuvenating sleep. He stretched out his long body reminiscent of a cat. Talons dug into the wood floor as he flexed his toes.

"WRATHION. GOOD MORNING!" A loud high pitched voice assaulted the quiet.

Before Wrathion could react, feet pounded down the hall. He looked up in horror just as Sapphire Menethil snatched him up in her bony little hands. He hissed in impotent rage and squirmed but the girl had a firm grip on his body.

"Unhand me!" He snarled.

Sapphire held him up and smiled. "Aw, whose a grumpy dragon."

He was unable to snap back a response before Sapphire committed the worst offense. Her fleshy mammalian lips approached and disgustingly touched the top of his head in a wet kiss.

Wrathion hissed in absolute rage. He smacked her face with one paw. Left and Right, who always stood guard by his door, did nothing to stop the assault. Wrathion finally managed to claw his way out of Sapphire's grip and leapt to the floor. He glared at both of his guardians.

"Whatever happened to doing your jobs???"

Left raised one eyebrow. "We protect you from threats."

Right eyed Sapphire up and down.

"I don't consider that a threat."

Sapphire smiled. "I like you too!"

Sleep deprivation was bad enough, but indignity was too much. Wrathion sulked back into his room and kicked the door shut.

[ladymischievous]

Repostober Fic Collection

Not art, but writing instead. Here's links to a few of my works that I am particularly proud of from over the years:

Mask of the Rose/Fallen London

Dreams of Home

Archibald Reid had finally returned to the surface. He hadn’t realized just how much he had changed. There was a time where he wanted nothing more than the sun and returning to Glasgow. But now, he found himself a stranger to all the things he once found familiar. Archie tries to find solace in his dreams. WARNING: This fic contains spoilers for the 'Baptism' ending of Mask of the Rose.

World of Warcraft

A Twist of Fate

Type: Alternate Timeline, Did a lot of mixing of lore sources from things like 'The Last Guardian, The Movie, WoW, and Hearthstone's One Night in Karazhan to make this.

Warnings: In later chapters there's a bit of horror and psychological horror. This is a character study and exploration of both Khadgar and Medivh.

Main Characters: Khadgar and Medivh

Pairings: RavenTrust (Friendship and eventually romance (not there yet currently)

Curiosity was considered both a valuable trait and horrible vice of mages. It was his own curiosity that got Khadgar shipped off from the only home he had known.

AU Snippet: Dark Deals

Type: Modern!AU, Snippet based off an old RP

Main Characters: Medivh and Kel'Thuzad

Pairings: Kel'Thuzad/Medivh, hinted RavenTrust

Warnings: Spiders, Dubious Consent

Modern!AU. A crime intertwines the worlds of humans and of magic and mages. To help Lothar and protect Khadgar, Medivh must pay a visit to the dark underbelly of his world. Important Note: This is a snippet I adapted a scene from a past RP I did with a friend. I took it and adapted it into a oneshot as a writing exercise.

The Dragon Prince and the Recluse

Main Characters: Medivh and Wrathion

Pairings: Mentioned Hinted Raventrust, (Once I continue an) eventual friendship with Wrathion and Medivh.

It took a bit of work on Khadgar's part to convince Medivh to let the 'dragon prince' stay in his home. Wrathion isn't sure what to make of Karazhan, the ghosts within, or her reclusive master. He heard stories of Medivh, a guardian of Azaroth who fell from grace. Even his father was quite wary of the mage yet Wrathion is far from impressed. A Guardian is meant to protect Azeroth, not lock themself away in self-exile.

Dark Eyes Over Stormwind Keep

Pairings: Wrathion/Anduin, Wrathion & Medivh (friendship)

Warnings: Mild Body Horror

Haunted in his dreams, Anduin teeters on the line between light and shadow.

My Hero Academia

Heroes are for Fiction

Type: Writer!AU

Warnings: This one I wrote when I was in a particularly dark place. Feelings of depression and suicidal ideation. It was a theraputic bit of writing for me as I was navigating heavy emotions at the time.

Main Characters: Toshinori Yagi, Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya

Pairings & Relationships: Inko/Toshinori, Izuku & Toshinori (Fatherly bond)

After a devastating personal tragedy, author Toshinori withdraws into loneliness and depression--at least until a face from his past comes back to remind him that heroes are not just for the fiction he writes.

[lothirielswan]

"Your Cold, Black Illidad Heart"

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

Quest Objective: Don't break Time.

— KHADGAR’S QUARTERS —

“You won't be joining us tonight?” Khadgar and Kalec wore matching looks of disdain. They seated themselves at a round table dominating Khadgar’s lounge. Lavender and rosy candlelight dyed the room in cool tones. Neat stacks of chips and cards magically arranged themselves before the mages, specially prepared for our beloved Poker Night. 

“She’s ditching us. For a date,” Kalec mused. 

Khadgar sighed heavily. “They grow up so fast. Thank goodness you’re not going anywhere, Kalec. Are you sure you’re going out in that, dear?”

“What’s wrong with this?” I looked down at my clothes. Unlike the two mages adorned in bathrobes and matching slippers, I didn’t wear Poker Night garments. A black trench coat with thigh-high boots made of onyx serpent scales completed my incognito look (all items hand-picked by Wrathion; he prided himself on dressing the family to perfection). 

Khadgar bit his lip. “For a first date—”

“It's not a date, Khadgar.” I corrected, hoping my voice was more convincing than my thoughts. 

“If it's after seven, it's a date. And you put on lip gloss.” Khadgar’s eyes narrowed.

“Chapped lips are an enemy of us all.” I countered, smoothing my coat down for the third time. 

“Regardless, be careful at night. Hooligans are always abound,” Khadgar sighed as he plucked his flask from his breast pocket. “And tell Anduin I say hi.”

My eyes widened in dismay. I hadn't mentioned Anduin’s name. 

“Ah, yes. This family’s obsession with blond humans continues.” Kalec’s voice was dull now that he was condemned to a low-attendance family outing. “Speaking of, I wonder if Wrathion will show.” 

Wrathion hadn't shown his face yet tonight. I doubted he would after his spat with Illidan. The possibility of Illidan’s appearance was also low. Chromie, however, had yet to arrive. 

I passed a bookshelf full of Khadgar’s steamy romance novels on my way out. The books levitated, cataloging themselves in order of Khadgar’s progress with them. I frowned as I caught the glint of empty stamina elixir bottles behind the shifting books. 

“I’ll be on my way,” I called out as I clasped the doorknob. I looked over my shoulder at Kalec, hoping he would monitor the Archmage’s cravings . “If Khadgar falls down, please call for help.” 

Khadgar groaned at the old man joke as I opened the door. “Have a good night—”

“Hi there!” I looked down just in time to spot Chromie in the doorway. She was the mastermind of our poker nights. The bronze dragon usually adorned herself in a bathrobe printed with colorful murlocs, a green cap and goblin shades (Chromie had a flair for the dramatics). Unease fell upon me as I noticed these items missing from her person. 

“I’m so glad I got here in time to run into you, Eona! May I…speak with you?” Chromie’s smile flickered. If the woman who knew the future couldn't fully smile, something was terribly wrong. 

I glanced back at Kalec and Khadgar. They hadn't noticed the tension in the air. I kept my voice light, “Outside, or here?” 

“Let’s step out for a minute.” 

Red alarms wailed in my head. I nodded, softly shutting the door behind me. I dreaded whatever news Chromie carried tonight. 

The halls of the Violet Citadel were empty, save sighs from the endless spiral staircase of the tower of the hiss of hearthstones behind closed doors. Orbs of arcane magic flickered in their wall sconces, allowing flashes of the burgundy wallpaper. Shadows danced across Chromie’s face. 

“How bad?” I asked warily. I had assisted Chromie in the past with tending to time anomalies. My mother had left the red dragonflight to join the bronze dragons, but I didn't pursue the Timekeepers for her legacy. My allegiance was to Chromie, who helped me escape the soulless abyss that lurked beyond the Dark Portal. I owed Chomie my life. 

“Stratholme.” Chromie whispered. I flinched at the term. Our code word for the very worst. 

“The Caverns of Time were raided recently…” Chromie’s light, fairy-like voice was void of the bright assurance that always laced her words. 

A break-in. Someone took an important relic, perhaps? Changed the course of history? I glanced down the hallway, confirming it was empty before we continued to trade whispers, “What’s the damage? Was something stolen?” 

“More like…someone.” Chromie shuddered at memories I couldn't see. “We’ve never had an instance like this before. Usually intruders go for artifacts or seek to alter an event, but this time…I’m coming to you with this problem because I know you’re the only person who won't kill him on sight.” 

“Who?” 

Chromie’s small fists clenched at her sides. “You’ll know him when you see him. He’s not from…around here.” 

Him? I wondered why Chromie wouldn't dare speak the name of who was kidnapped from time, but there was no guarantee who was watching. Someone could travel back in time to witness this very moment that we shared. I nodded obediently without further utterance. 

“There’s something else,” Chromie said quietly. She was wringing her fingers as she spoke. She had never done so before. “I sense something big. Someone else has entered the fray. Their presence makes the future…wobbly. Unpredictable. I’m not going to be a lot of help, I’m afraid, but keep an eye out for whoever might be tampering with things.” 

“It will be taken care of.” I assured her. My words were stronger than my resolve. Two new threats loomed on the rise, and I didn't know a single thing about them. Not even a name. 

“Thank you. Be careful, please! I’ve got a terrible feeling about all of this.” Chromie stepped to the side, allowing me to pass. “Enjoy your outing, Eon. Hopefully it all goes according to Time itself…”

“Thanks, Chromie. Be merciful on them tonight,” I bowed my head in the direction of Kalec and Khadgar. 

The playful light in Chromie’s eyes reappeared. “Mercy is not the trait of a winner!” 

I left Chromie behind and finally began my trek to Anduin. Our chosen meeting place was Antonidas’s statue. The rendezvous ahead would be a delightful distraction from the dark objectives of the future. 

Regardless of night’s reign, Dalaran was awake, stretching its many white chocolate limbs towards the stars. Silhouettes gathered on rooftops to throw fireworks at the jeweled sky. Bards roamed the streets in lamplight, strumming a tune as they traveled from inn to inn. Every tavern I passed teased me with the scent of roasting meats and sweet wine. It really is a nice atmosphere for a date—which is completely irrelevant…! But it would be wonderful.  

I passed a row of closed shops when a hand covered my mouth from behind. They pulled me into the shadows. 

Hooligans are always abound, Khadgar’s voice taunted in my head.

Foreshadowing hardly registered from the swift assault. In a smooth motion, I pulled an electric crystal from my coat and jabbed it against my attacker’s chest. Sparks crackled in the night. 

“Play nice,” A deep voice murmured in my ear. 

I stopped struggling. The kidnapper removed his hand from my frowning mouth. I huffed as I turned to face him, “Khadgar was right. You really suck at parenting.” 

Illidan ignored my comment. We stood alone in the narrow street between closed establishments. 

“I require your assistance,” Illidan said. His voice was the embodiment of night; each word was a velvet purr like the ruffle of silk sheets in a dark bedroom. There was a subtle growl beneath the sultry; a predator stalking slumbering prey. 

“Sorry, I’m not available tonight. Someone’s expecting me,” I started to turn from him. There had been enough obstacles on my way to see Anduin tonight. 

Illidan’s claw fell upon my shoulder. Against my will, I faced the demon hunter once more. His wings fluttered with irritation. “This is not a request.” 

I glanced back down the road. Guards were coming around the corner. They were ordered to retain Illidan on sight for escaping the Purple Parlor. 

“Is there any way to postpone this?” I pleaded.

“No.”

“Is it quick?”

“It would be quicker if you put an end to your queries.” Illidan snapped. 

My shoulders slumped. The urge to see Anduin was ebbing to disappointment. What would happen if I didn't show? Would Anduin assume I ditched him? Pain racked my chest at the thought. 

Something in my face must’ve altered Illidan’s approach. The edge in his voice had lessened, “I made a discovery that might thwart the Legion’s progress across the cosmos. Their demise is still a desire of yours, I assume.” 

My nails dug into my palms at the mention of the cosmic terror. I witnessed Illidan battle the endless army of demons throughout my childhood. The Legion had drained the life out of my homeland and consumed my father. Hatred for demons had a special place in  my black heart, but I didn't let it control my life like the former night elf before me. 

“What did you find?” I said. 

“Join me,” With a gesture of his claws, a portal burbled into existence.

Footsteps of guards beat upon the cobblestone around the corner. Illidan looked at me. I was to go first.

I sighed and stepped forward. Fel energies curled around my body, eating at my skin like acid. I’m sorry, Andy. 

The fel portal groaned as I emerged on the other side. The bitter magic lingered on my flesh like an unwanted touch. Rain tapped my nose from above. 

I squinted up at the steel wall of clouds. The green of the trees was a dull olive without the presence of an astral body in the sky. Rainfall dripped from thin branches, sloped into submission against the constant downpour. 

Illidan appeared behind me. A cold separate from the climate settled under my skin as I recognized our surroundings. “Why are we in Gilneas?”

With a single step of Illidan’s hooves, ravens fled the branches above us. Most animals regarded Illidan as a powerful predator not to be crossed. Black feathers and rain cascaded from the sky as Illidan stalked through the woods. 

“Because no one else is. It was deemed unsafe by the summit from use of toxic chemicals,” Illidan’s lip curled in amusement as if such harmful substances were child’s play. 

Toxic chemicals. The invasion of Gilneas. Sylvanas released the blight. My hands instinctively wrapped around my throat. 

Illidan paused to look back at me and glare. “The fumes have long died off. Fel poisoning on Outland was a far greater threat than an over-glorified pesticide.”

“In the scenario you just created, the pests are humans!” I hissed.

“I stand corrected.”

Slowly, I unclasped my hands from my throat and inhaled deeply for the first time. Wet moss and fresh downpour were all I could detect.

Illidan waited until I had caught up with him to continue our brisk hike through the forest. He lifted one of his wings, shielding me from the sky’s tears. 

“So, how does…whatever this is stop the Legion?” I asked him. 

“He’s strong.” Illidan was reluctant to utter the compliment. “He also has intelligence that no other being possesses.”

“He? ” 

The trees gave way to a clearing. At the center, an abandoned hunting lodge was buried in overgrowth. The roof slouched against the onslaught of droplets and flourishing silverleaf. A chicken coop squatted in front of the house, the rusted iron netting overrun by weeds. 

Mud sucked at the soles of my shoes as the grass kept its distance from the property. I glanced at Illidan as we passed the chicken coop. “You’re not nesting, are you?” 

“You are one of the few that I allow to give questionable commentary.” Illidan remarked. 

“Because it warms your cold, black Illidad heart?”

“Never refer to me with that putrid term again!” Illidan flashed his teeth as he sneered in disgust. “I hold sentiment for no one. But you’re the last remnant of my most trusted and powerful allies from Outland.” 

I swallowed a lump in my throat. It was rare for Illidan to speak of our past on Outland. Few beings were left from that part of our lives. And those that died were nothing but monsters from a nightmare long past to everyone else. 

“You’re father’s betrayal aside,” Illidan added.

“You had to sneak that in there, didn't you?” 

We stood at the entrance to the house. Illidan’s brows furrowed, “I take no joy in this. Your assistance is necessary for his livelihood…you are the only one who won't kill him on sight.” 

My head snapped towards him. Hearing Chromie’s words out of Illidan’s mouth had the sinking feeling of a prophecy. Unavoidable. Set in stone. 

“What did you do?” I whispered.

Illidan pushed the door open. My eyes fell upon the face of my mother’s best friend. A man that I had killed years ago. Another monster from a living nightmare.

Arthas.

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

[mysdrymmumbles]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Wrathion (Warcraft), Anduin Wrynn, Kalecgos (Warcraft) Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Pining, Heartbreak, These will update whenever I update the fic Summary:

Wrathion knows that he and Ebyssian are the last of their flight, and he knows that the world is just waiting for one misstep so that they can be branded monsters, just as their father was. But there is more to life than crushing legacies. Wrathion just has to stay strong, and have faith that this world -will- accept him, someday.

[late-to-the-fandom]

Chapter 3: The Obsidian Throne

In which Renathal and Elisewin determine their loyalties. Rated T for oblique sexual references. Read on Ao3 here.

The Dark Prince of Revendreth and his former Maw Walker stood shoulder to shoulder before the shadowed dais, watching the two hulking dragons toss their heads and stretch their wings in obvious attempts at imperious unconcern.

"Sabellian, of course," declared Renathal tersely, brushing a bead of undignified sweat from his brow.

Beside him, Elisewin tilted her head, meeting his gaze in the Obsidian Citadel's dimly flickering firelight. She blinked. Renathal interpreted the gesture unconsciously and raised an eyebrow in equal surprise.

"You disagree?"

"I … no, I don't disagree, per se. I'm just … surprised." A muscle twitched in her cheek; another physical tell he understood without thinking. "I thought you would have a bit more princely solidarity."

Renathal frowned, at Elisewin's amusement and the sight of her indecently cool skin, her magic apparently insulating her from the Citadel's sweltering heat.

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean," he said curtly.

Elisewin snorted, loud enough for the Blacktalon Assassins behind her to look their way, but Renathal ignored this in favour of addressing an even more distasteful question:

"Surely, you do not consider myself and this Wrathion on any sort of equal footing?”

"The Black Prince. The Dark Prince."

Her gaze flicked between the two as she named them. Renathal sniffed and tossed damp hair haughtily over his shoulder.

"Besides the coincidence of a slight similarity in our titles, I cannot see how he and I have anything in common whatsoever."

"He's leading a rebellion? To regain control of his ancestral home and restore a reputation besmirched by a corrupt father figure?”

Someone unfamiliar with the former Maw Walker might have thought she was enjoying raising Renathal's ire. As someone who was intimately acquainted with her, Renathal knew that was precisely the case. Their raillery was a well-practiced ritual he usually enjoyed; but the suffocating weight of his armor, and the way his clothes clung stickily to his skin underneath it, and his lover's defense of a different Prince all left him distinctly discomfited. 

“If Wrathion were leading a rebellion against his father, I would have sympathy," he argued tartly, "but that fight is finished. Sabellian is the eldest and, as far as I may ascertain without truly knowing either, entirely competent to lead his flight, and clearly has the prior claim. If anything, Wrathion is hurting their efforts, manufacturing conflict purely for the sake of power. The more accurate comparison would be if another, younger Harvester had attempted to usurp my own position while we were distracted by Denathrius, to seize control as the realm was embroiled in chaos. Unacceptable."

Murmurs of agreement from behind him - two elf-visaged dragons of Sabellian's flight - clashed with the echoes of indignation from Wrathion's nearby Blacktalon contingent. Renathal had not realised how loud his voice had risen. He took a steadying breath through his nose and fixed passable apology onto his features. But neither his heat-induced vitriol nor his attempt at calm - nor the low, dull roar of the dragons and kin arguing on either side - dented Elisewin’s expression. She continued to smile sedately, gaze still flitting between the Dark Prince and the dais. Renathal watched her eyes linger on the smaller dragon, and the anima boiling in his veins had nothing to do with external heat.

"But I suppose given your history together, you would prefer to support Wrathion, regardless?"

His voice held notes of delicate warning, which Elisewin, watching the two would-be aspects' fraternal bickering, seemed not to hear.

"History?" she repeated absently. "With Wrathion? I think I met him ... three times? Four at most, before this. Most of his dealings with Azeroth were before my people joined the Horde. Nearly everything I know of him comes second-hand."

"Still," persisted Renathal in that same deadly tone, "he must have made quite the impression for you to support him so staunchly," and Elisewin's smile slipped at last.

She whipped around to face Renathal properly, inspecting him with an impassivity as flat and familiar as his armor. The dragon onlookers would read her expression as blank, even bored, Renathal knew. But he knew better. Elisewin's pale eyes fixed on each piece of him in turn, putting his own physical tells together, and he felt tense satisfaction in being the center of her attention once more. It was becoming a rare occurrence here, what with how busy they were, and Renathal was aware of a restless ache throbbing at his center as she closed the distance between them.

"My impression," she said quietly, brushing back limp hair stuck to his collar, "is that Wrathion is both dramatic and ridiculous. A combination almost as dangerous as corruption. And one that requires a great deal of external handling to prevent it ending in disaster for all. If I'm inclined to support him, that is why."

Her disapproving tone, and her blissfully cold fingers brushing against his throat, were undoubtedly effective in soothing some of Renathal's tightly wound tension. But he wanted more. More of that enchanted chill, more of the skin-on-skin contact he had not realised how badly he missed, and a more solid confirmation.

"You are sure it has nothing to do with your... affinity for fallen princes?"

Elisewin's light laugh fluttered the hair of his goatee and set his spine tingling with a different, more welcome heat.

"Renathal," and his shoulders relaxed at the way she pronounced his name, "I already have all the prince I can handle."

Her accompanying kiss was sweet and tinged with frost. An unusual and wholly welcome sensation that chilled the sweat prickling across his skin. Though it did nothing to cool the flames now licking at Renathal's core as she pulled away.

"Not for several days, you haven't," he reminded her darkly.

She laughed again, a shakier, more self-conscious sound, and Renathal knew precisely what was discomposing her. He wrapped an arm around Elisewin's waist and tucked her securely to him, allowing his staid lover to hide her heated blush from the curious, susurrating crowd.

"We can always fix that, you know," she murmured, the words muffled against his chest. "Just say the word and I'll take us home. We can lock ourselves in Darkwall and not come out for days."

"And the dragons?"

"Forget the dragons."

"Hmm," Renathal growled. "Do not tempt me."

Her low, throaty giggle vibrated through his newly frost-tinged armor, but it was only half jest. The idea held definite appeal. A week of physical labour in an unfamiliar, sun-cursed land, and without the precious intimacy - not to mention physical release - to which he had grown accustomed made Renathal long wistfully for Revendreth, even in the state they had left it. But-

"Unfortunately, we have already given our word," he reminded them both, "and I would not offer the mortal realms any more reason to think uncharitably of myself and my kind."

Elisewin lifted her head to find Renathal's resolute gaze.

"And that is why you are the only prince who has any claim on my loyalty." 

She craned her neck to kiss him again, and this time Renathal refused to let her go. The dragons could watch all they liked, he neither noticed or cared. Nor, he felt certain, did his lover any longer as he guided her lips and tongue in their perfect, practiced dance. After a minute, far too brief, he allowed her to come up for air, enjoying the odd combination of fire and frost swirling through him, and the deep, shuddering gulps of air Elisewin required to reassert her focus. 

"A compromise, then?" he suggested, feeling more magnanimous now he was no longer perspiring. "Offer your assistance to Wrathion, and I will offer mine to Sabellian. A division of forces will keep both sides happy, as well as appropriately supervised. And, perhaps, allow us to finish our work here more quickly so that we might find the time for a well-deserved break."

He infused the word with equal expectation and promise, and Elisewin glowed at him.

"As you command, my Prince."

She nodded deeply, then met his eyes; hers glittering darkly, his burning to rival any Obsidian flame. Readjusting his grip on Elisewin's waist, Renathal stepped forward and escorted her up the shallow stone stairs. There were whispers, and more than whispers. He ignored them and so did she. His chin was as high, his stride as proud as any would-be draconic royalty as he relinquished his soulbind and the two of them approached different sides of the shadowed dais.

[aspect-illidan]

Guys, loving the fanfictions of Wrathion, I am, but I need more of him in his dragon form PLEASE 😭 If your ship can't handle him at his scaliest then they need to work on it

[cosmererambles]

I should be working on my novel but instead I'm rewriting a fanfiction no one will read because it's important on how Kale and Wrathion get together.

[anduln]

— the journey back home (home is where the heart is)

A few years have passed since the Shadowlands adventures. Anduin is back, though this time, not as king. He’s got a couple more important things to do besides ruling the Alliance, and that includes: having fun! With his best friend, of course.

Or, what if Anduin and Wrathion became the true protectors of the Dragon Isles?

thinking on whether to expand this idea or not! i have this whole plot in my mind of how anduin and wrathion met again in the dragon isles and how their friendship (and possibly relationship…) would blossom again with time. i think they'd have so much fun together, going on adventures, just like they would in pandaria… but you can't help but ask yourself… for how much longer would anduin be able to enjoy his royal break? and how does wrathion marry his current life (as a black dragonflight diplomat, and possibly leader) to his old life (carefree in some ways, but just as exciting, especially with his friend once again by his side?)…?

i don't know, i'm just freeballing here! but i will say, writing about wranduin in the dragon isles is so much fun!!!! might just write a whole bunch of one-shots if i can't quite put my plot ideas together. let me know of any suggestions you might have!!!

p.s.: this time, i've proofread myself over and over again lol. no more mistakes!!

p.p.s.: read this on ao3!

It was a sunny morning in the Waking Shores.

The sky was as blue and vast as the ocean. Ohn’aran eagles were singing and welcoming the new day, and a pleasant breeze swept what little grass remained in that rocky landscape. Deer and their fawn were rising from their sleep, looking for some fresh food. Nature was waking from her slumber as she should, and nothing was out of place.

Except for that ginormous fire-breathing hornswog trying to turn Anduin into a crisp.

He jumped out of the way from its spit, only to fall from trying to dodge another surprise fireball attack.

‘Wrathion! Maybe not the best idea to use fire spells right now?!’

His battle companion huffed in response but drew out his scimitar and launched at the hornswog, nimbly blocking out its tongue when it darted toward him in defense. He slashed the hornswog’s belly, and it jumped back in pain.

He offered his hand to Anduin.

‘And let that beast fry you instead of me? I think not,’ Wrathion smirked.

Anduin groaned, but Wrathion could see his smirk. They clasped their hands, Anduin got up, and off to battle they went.

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‘Stop moving.’

‘It hurts.’

‘Yeah, well, suck it up, pretty boy. You’re the one who insisted on using fire spells, even though I specifically told you not to.’

Wrathion sucked in his breath. Who knew paladin healing spells could sting this bad?

‘And I told you to mind your aiming! Why would you cast a stun spell even though I was so near you?!’

‘I can’t babysit you while we fight! How could I know it’d scare you so bad your fireball would explode in your hand?!’

‘I wasn’t scared, I was merely distracted by your incompetence—’

‘You know I can just stop healing you if that’s what you prefer—’

The two kept on bickering, Anduin’s hand still glowing yellow over Wrathion’s wounds. Toddy walked up to Naleidea, with whom she was buying some supplies for the Dragonscale Expedition camp at the Artisan’s Market, and whispered.

‘Oi Naleidea, do you think the two lads are okay? I mean… why is the Black Prince yelling at King— uh, Anduin like that? It’s not like them to fight.’

Naleidea laughed as she thanked the cheese merchant, eyes bright as ever. ‘Are you kidding me? It’d be a miracle for them not to bicker every time they come back from a mission. It’s become their ritual at this point. Have you never noticed?’

‘I guess you do spend more time at camp… I’m just confused, I guess,’ Toddy sighed. ‘I can’t believe Anduin would join us on the Dragon Isles. Not even as king, but… as an adventurer? I wonder what happened for him to abdicate…’

Naleidea’s face darkened. A moment of silence filled the space between them, despite the bustling streets, and Anduin and Wrathion’s loud voices. ‘Have you not heard? About what happened to Anduin a while ago?’

Toddy’s own face fell in response. ‘Well… I guess I would also want a break from… everything… if something like that happened to me…’

Toddy trailed off, and the two girls got lost in their thoughts. A moment passed, and Toddy cleared her throat, not letting the mood turn sour. After all, their friend was here with them, not lost in another dimension anymore.

‘I have to say I don’t even remember a time when Anduin and Wrathion weren’t a part of the expedition!’ Toddy laughed. ‘Those lads sure brighten up the whole camp, and they’ve been such a great help in taking care of the isles.’

‘I remember,’ the elf smiled fondly. ‘I remember it all like it was yesterday.’ Toddy gazed at her, confused, as Naledeia turned to the human and his dragon friend, now right in front of them, sat down at the stairs leading up to the Seat of the Aspects. ‘Alright, friends. We’re all set to go! Wrathion, are you feeling okay?’

‘I’d feel better if Anduin here would stop trying to use his paladin powers to further injure me,’ he grumbled, though there was no bite to it, only exhaustion from a long fight. Anduin chose to mock-imitate him behind his back, and Toddy sighed, while Wrathion transformed into his dragon form.

‘Well hop on, folks. The day’s barely started, and we’ve got things to do!’ The dragon’s voice boomed.

And away they flew. Naleidea smiled, still reminiscing on that one day it all started. And it went like this…

[yulon]

hey guys — I sincerely wanted to say thank you to everyone for all the genuine comments, tags, and other kindnesses about this whole Sabellian stuff. I started WoS during a very tough time in my life, and it quickly became a deeply personal project that I loved more than anything to work on. Seven years of writing really makes the story become a part of you - and so all the love and support over the years was and is appreciated beyond words. I look back on those times with incredible fondness. I know it’s kinda silly that this is all about a World of Warcraft fanfiction, but hey, whatever, cringe is dead. I meant all I said!

Suffice to say, it been an absolute treat hearing people react to Sabellian in Dragonflight because of WoS. I honestly still can’t believe this is real — I keep remembering way way back, when any new scrap of info regarding Wrathion or Sabellian post-MoP was a huge deal. AND LOOK AT US NOW

Anyway — sincerely, thanks, it’s all been wonderful. :’)

[trixcuomo]

Hogger Day, 2: Dragonflight Boogaloo

Meanwhile, in front of the Stormwind Stockade...

Wrathion: Ah, yes. Hogger Day. A glorious holiday I just now invented that will immediately! Necessitate! The return of Stormwind's king. My dearest of dear friends... Anduin Stormrage.

Matthias Shaw: Uh. Anduin's last name is Wrynn.

Wrathion: Just a minor slip, I assure you. Illidan is my favorite too, so I have a fanfiction. *coughs* Anyway, gentlemen? Let's put on our fancy top hats and head down into the prison, shall we? *top hats himself*

Shaw: *also tophats*

Prison guards: *synchronized tophatting*

Trixany: *comes running up* Wait!!

Shaw: Horde attack!

Sharpen: *also comes running* From her? This is a harmless Horde B-celebrity. Everyone, this is Trixany Cuomo.

Shaw: Oh, her. Nevermind.

Trixany: What's that supposed to mean?!!

Sharpen: Focus, Trix! Tell them what you told me. Trixany had a fourth wall-breaking vision, not unlike Raven Simone. We can't let Wrathion go through with this. It's a trap for Anduin!

Trixany: Well. Sharpen, you just told the whole thing. Anyway, that stuff the himbo said.

Shaw: *peers at Wrathion*

Wrathion: If... if we could just let Hogger out of his jail cell a weensy bit? It could work out for everyone. I mean, we all want Anduin back, as king, I mean.

Shaw: Not as some kind of fiercely attractive, demon hunter hybrid? That you can slap in chains and drag off?

Wrathion: Well, now you're just kink-shaming.

[sekhithefops]

Working with the Black Dragonflight as my tauren is gonna be... awkward.

[schyulerwow]

You’ll Be Back - Songfic Oneshot

Schyuler learns the truth of her father’s passing and her old friend’s *obsession*. 

Song: You’ll Be Back from Hamilton. (X)

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Maxwell chuckled with a sinister grin as he slowly stood from his throne, just as Schyuler Braveheart and Wrathion pushed open the large oak wood doors, storming into the keep’s throne room. “I take it, the cat’s out of the bag?”

There was a fire in Schyuler’s eyes as her footsteps were quicker than that of the human disguised dragon. The radiant power of the chi shining at her palms. 

Wiloh saw this and stepped forward, her hand reaching for her staff that was situated on her back, with Maxwell raising a hand, silently commanding her to stand down. 

“You diabolical liar!” The monk pointed an accusing finger at the man. “You lied to me about everything!”

He tisked, shaking his head at the woman. “I wouldn’t say that I lied, more like sugarcoated a little here and there,” 

“Really?” There was an edge in her voice as Schyuler stepped closer. “So you sugarcoated the fact that instead of coming down with an incurable illness, you murdered my father to take the throne, and sent out an assassin to hunt my mother and I for sport?!” 

“Those are the consequences when defying my command,” Maxwell responded with a stern look, as if he were lecturing a child. “I tried to explain to her that with my upcoming plans, you would be safer here on the island at my side, not out there with those barbarians,” 

Wrathion could sense that her emotions would explode and throw all caution to the wind as he just caught Schyuler’s wrist, holding her back from doing something she’d regret. “Did such plans include building an army to invade all of Azeroth and enslave innocents?” 

“Those barbarians are my family, my friends,” She spat. “They’ve treated me far better than you ever did when we were children,” 

“Better than me? I did everything to keep you safe, and to make you happy, to ensure your loyalty to me!” Maxwell stated as he slammed the end of his staff to the ground.

Lightning cracked at the ceiling of the throne room, startling the pair as Wrathion was suddenly pulled back from Schyuler, the lightning taking the form of chains at his wrists as they pulled and slammed him against the marble wall. 

“Wrathion!” Schyuler called out to him as she tried to run for him, but the lightning struck at her feet when she drew too close, tossing her to the floor. She shot a nasty glare at Maxwell as she gathered herself to her feet. “After everything I’ve learned, what makes you think I’d ever be loyal to you?”

Maxwell’s eyes flared in surprise as he glanced at Wiloh, almost to relish in her reaction before turning back towards Schyuler. “You truly haven’t remembered?” 

Schyuler casted a cautious look as the sorcerer made his way down the small throne steps. She tried to step back, but the surge of crackling lightning reminded her that there was nowhere to go. 

“You say

The price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay

You cry

In your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by

Why so sad?”

Schyuler tried to smack his hand away, but using his magic, he held her chi infused hand back as he held her chin with his bold fingers, forcing her to look at him. His eyes burning with fire that made her stomach backflip. 

“Remember we made an arrangement when you went away

Now you're making me mad

Remember, despite our estrangement, I'm your man,” 

“What are you talking about?” An uneasiness was settling at the pit of her stomach. “What arrangement?”

Maxwell smirked as his face inched closer. “We were arranged to be married, my dear. It was your father’s dying wish,” 

Schyuler’s eyes widened as she could sense losing the feeling in her legs, frozen in pure fear. Maxwell saw to take advantage of his, his eyes glancing at her lips as he eased closer. Her heart was pounding in her chest, the voice in her head screaming to stop this, to scream for help. Closing her eyes, she thought of Anduin, her mind thinking back to their first intimate moment they shared. In that split moment, realizing her other hand was free this entire time, Schyuler fully charged a chi blast, forcing her fist in between them as the spark set off, sending them both flying away from each other. 

The blast disrupted Maxwell’s spell as the lightning vanished, along with Wrathion’s chains dissolving. Pulling himself up to his knees, Schyuler scrambled towards him as Wiloh ran for her master, but again, Maxwell eased her off as he pulled himself up with a grudge. 

Schyuler helped Wrathion as her eyes burned into Maxwell’s soul. “I’m leaving, and I’m sure as hell that I will never be your bride,” 

The pair were scurrying towards the giant oak doors when they suddenly slammed shut. They turned back towards Maxwell, the crystal of his staff glowing vibrantly. 

“You'll be back, soon you'll see

You'll remember you belong to me,”

An iry trail of magic slithered from the crystal, scaling the floor as it hexed onto Schyuler. She could feel her head pounding, as if her brain was trying to pull itself free from her body as she wobbled out of Wrathion’s hold. 

“You'll be back, time will tell

You'll remember that I served you well,” 

He was trying to manipulate her, control her. If she wouldn’t go with him willingly, he’d do it by force. Grinding her teeth, she concentrated on her vivify spell, her hands pulsing a shade of green as she forced the slithering snake out of her mind, shattering. 

“Come on,” Wrathion grabbed onto her hand as he tried to led her away, until they were suddenly swept away by a sudden gush of water as it lifted them up into the air before it morphed into a series of boulders and concrete, plummeting them to the floor. 

“Oceans rise, empires fall

We have seen each other through it all

And when push comes to shove,” 

Shadows hovered above them, as the pair glanced up to see magical manifestations of naval warships sailing through the air, firing cannon balls that exploded fireworks. They shielded themselves from the blinding lights as Maxwell laughed almost manically at the sight. 

“I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!

Da da da dat da, dat da da da da ya da

Da da dat dat da ya da!

Da da da dat da, dat da da da da ya da

Da da dat dat da!” 

Schyuler glanced over at Wrathion, both knowing that they needed to get out of this room and off this island. Trying to use the blinds for, they made another attempt at running for the door. Something caught a hold of Schyuler as she yelped out of Wrathion’s reach. Magical chains wrapped themselves around her torso as they pulled her back to Maxwell’s side. 

“You say our love is draining and you can't go on

You'll be the one complaining when I am gone,”

A loud beast-like cry erupted the room as the opposite end of the room filled with smoke, before Wrathion emerged in his dragon form. He leapt forward, aiming as if to take a bite out of Maxwell, but the sorcerer was quick. He summoned a protective barrier, catching the dragon's claws and teeth as his blood ruby red eyes scorched down at him. 

“And no, don't change the subject!”

Amplifying the barrier, he pushed Wrathion back right through a pillar and collided with the wall, shattering a large chunk of a glass painting. The chains rattled as Schyuler tried to pull herself free to go to her friend, but the noise alerted Maxwell as he glanced back towards her. 

“'Cause you're my favorite subject

My sweet, submissive subject

My loyal, royal subject,” 

He seemed to circle her as if he were a shark hunting for his prey. His hand petted her head before his finger snaked down the side of her face and grabbed her chin. 

“Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever!”

His face inched closer again, anticipating a moment, and Schyuler wasn’t having any of it as she spat right on his face. Maxwell recoiled, taking a step back with a snarl. For the first time that night he looked at her with such disgust as he raised his hand and slapped her, knocking her to her knees. 

“You'll be back like before

I will fight the fight and win the war

For your love, for your praise

And I'll love you 'til my dying days,” 

Her cheek stunned as Schyuler could feel the hand print along her skin. She tried to go in for a jab with her knee but Maxwell swiftly moved out of the way, allowing her body to fall forward. 

“When you're gone, I'll go mad

So don't throw away this thing we had,”

He reached out, grabbing her hair as he yanked her back up to her feet. He caught and spun her around, forcing her to look in the direction of Wrathion as Maxwell aimed his staff towards him. 

“'Cause when push comes to shove

I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love,”

He charged an arcane blast and with as much strength as she could muster, she thrusted her body and knocked the staff out of Maxwell’s hands. “Wrathion, run!”

“I can’t just leave you here--”

“GO!”

With a defeated and disgruntled roar, Wrathion managed to pick himself up, soaring through the broken stained glass window. His wings flapped through the mist as Wiloh ran to peek outside, watching as the dragon’s image shrank smaller and smaller. 

“Shall I give the order to go after him?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Maxwell dismissed the idea as he glanced over towards Schyuler’s body. He knelt beside her, his hand reaching out as his fingers curled around the chains and pulled her up from the floor, staring obsessively as if admiring a painting. “Let him warn your precious fools of a family. I already have what I want,” 

The monk casted her gaze towards the window, the flapping of Wrathion’s wings growing faint by the second. He was safe, and alive. Warn the others. That was what mattered. After everything he had done to get her here, she’d never forgive herself if something happened to him. 

“The Alliance will stop you,” Schyuler proclaimed, her voice dry from the screams. She took a moment to better compose herself before staring right into his eyes. “Anduin Wrynn will stop you,” 

“I welcome him to try, but hear me when I say,” Maxwell cupped the back of Schyuler’s head, lifting her head up to whisper in her ear. “I will eat him alive should he try to take you from me,”

[giant-oc-ballpit]

Aeshalis

favorite thing about them

Probably his appearance, lol. He looks really cool and unique, and you can tell a lot about his personality just from looking at him.

least favorite thing about them

Hmmmm.... probably how little I get to do stuff with him. There's not really a whole lot of interest in an oc that's Turalyon and Alleria's kid lol.

favorite line

"Sure I can hit it. Might need to look at it, but I can hit it."

brOTP

For a platonic thing, either Aeshalis and his brother Arator, or Aeshalis and Joli.

OTP

Aeshalis and Wrathion.

nOTP

Uhhhhhh. Aeshalis and any woman? He's very gay

random headcanon

He is actually pretty sad that he doesn't look anything like his twin brother anymore. He missed being able to look in a mirror and find his best friend.

unpopular opinion

......... I have no idea lol

song i associate with them

I don't think I have one

favorite picture of them

This was after the patch dropped and I could finally give him his half-elf ears lol