#WoW fanfic

[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.

#isoldera ambershield #varian wrynn #sylvanas windrunner #bolvar fordragon #dranosh saurfang #ocs #world of warcraft #wow fanfiction #wow fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #my writing #my ocs #world of warcraft fanfic #world of warcraft fanfiction

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lathos Sunband/Rannan Korren Characters: Lathos Sunband, Rannan Korren, Naleidea Rivergleam, Wyeth Silverstrings (OC) Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, All elves are queer, Magic Tech, Bodyguard, Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant Summary:

Lathos Sunband, a Guardian with the Dragonscale Expedition, is assigned to an overly-focused genius researcher named Rannan Korren. When they must abandon their first mission due to ambush, they turn their eyes to the heights of the Skytop Observatory and its ancient secrets.

But hidden danger awaits them in the long-lost lands of the Dragon Isles, and they must learn to act as a team if they ever want to see the light of dawn, a second mission, or each other, ever again.

#sharing (again?) because this fic just got me through a really rough few hours #my writing #wow fanfic #lathos/rannan #my rarepair

[mothervvoid]

1/1ch | 2.1k wc

Shandris does not want to lose her mother again.

#shandris feathermoon #lilian voss #world of warcraft #world of warcraft fic #wow fic #wow fanfic #wow fanfiction

[nadiaofazeroth]

I have COMPLETELY forgotten to update here, which I apologize for, but I want to let you all know that Part 17 and Part 18 are now LIVE on our pages for Something Borrowed, Something Blue!!

I’ve linked it to Archive of Our Own because FanFiction has been glitching and broken for email notifications and such for a month (also, if you follow on FF, be sure that your email opt in is on because they turn it off every 6 months apparently).

Thank you for your patience so much everyone!

Part 17: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7589713/chapters/126661831

Part 18: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7589713/chapters/128038774

#world of warcraft #nadia ravenscroft #fan fiction #fanfiction #wow writing #wow fanfic #wow fanfiction #writing update #fanfic #something borrowed something blue #warcraft fic #warcraft oc

[boilingheart]

(originally written nov 28, 2020, so this is set more in BFA time)

              MORNINGS.

they either begin with a start, far too early for comfort, drenched in sweat, echoes of past missions, kills, horrors, detheroc in his mind —

or they begin slow, quietly, eyes opening at that trained 5am, fully alert, fully awake no matter how much his body cries out for more rest, no matter what time he’d lay down prior, he wakes at the same time.

( this, of course, is not counting the noises that wakes him in the middle of the night. rustle of the leaves, branches brushing against the side of the door, thunder, rain, bumps, thuds, anything that’s just too loud, he wakes to it, alert, ready, daggers already in his hands — truly, there is no real rest as the spymaster. not when the world has proven to be cruel and unpredictable. )

every new day is a trial, a testament to his strength, his patience, his endurance. he’s carved a routine though, you must understand — stretch, exercise, shower, walk, eat — he is well cared for, his needs met. he lives well, a home five minutes away from the si:7, tucked away in old town and hidden from public view. room, office, running water, heat, plentiful food, clothes and blankets, he is not suffering as many others in stormwind are. he serves royalty, he is well, there is no need to loathe these mornings. he is cared for. he is well.

work begins the moment he’s conscious ( though work doesn’t really end when he goes to sleep, ) - the moment an agent spots him, reports are head, tally of the day, new intel to be discovered. unrest among the civilians, spymaster, one tells him on his morning walk around the city, discreet, agent convincingly posed as a mere traveling merchant. the war has taken much from them, as has the draft. the armistice brings them no peace, and they voice their concerns over the throne. quiet, and calm things are for now, but we are watching it closely.

he thinks then, of the stonemasons, and as if fated to, casts his gaze towards the white cobblestone walls, the signature brick of the stonemasons, and remembers their work, their rage, their injustice. i’ll report it to the king, shaw would reply, knowing that wrynn can do nothing on this, that history is always bound to repeat. he is well, he is cared for. stormwind, westfall, the alliance, they are not.

you’re distant today, renzik tells him as he enters the headquarters, bearing the missive and knowledge that he is to send agents to die today. organizations in the shadows, intel to be gathered and dark forces play out of the public’s view, and it was up to them to deal with it. his agents can handle it. they are cared for. they are trained. they are prepared. but it’s blood to be spilled, and though shaw himself has become desensitized, he knows that every pulse ended kills a small part of him as well, no matter how much time passes.

the sun is fully out now, chill of early morning air dissipating as the city swells to life, noise and activity, the busy-ness reminding him of what he stands to protect ( what he stands to lose ) and what stood to give his bloodline a chance ( what also claimed his mother in violence ). stormwind is his armor, his blood, his purpose. the throne ensures he is cared for, that he is well. he is to do the same, until death.

busy day, is all shaw can say. things are well, things are fine. cruel of him, to find discontent in this life, when he is still breathing, still walking, still fortunate enough to see through another day ( another war ). can he say the same for the others? for edwin, for tiffin, for varian, kearnen, charlene, pathonia? he endures. they do not. for every day he survives a mission, huddled in his hiding spot as bombs drop by, or patching a wound that could have struck a vein, or successfully evading sight and dispatching foes twice their size, or enduring the harsh climates of the environments he’s forced into, he is grateful to leave in one piece.

dear pathonia taught him how to, of course. where would he be without her? ( where would she be, without stormwind? )

but renzik knows him well. their bond was forged through blood and war, they’ve witnessed many of the same atrocities. they are well, they are intact, yes, physically, they are well, they are fine. renzik says nothing, simply hands him the latest scroll. reports from kalimdor. they’re to mobilize immediately.

the sun is at its highest point now, as shaw gathers his agents, armored and ready, standing at the harbor, awaiting their sloop o’ war. he’d rather stay in stormwind, watch the king closely, but wrynn’s orders are not to be disobeyed. his loyalty would never let him stray.

but still, he watches a kul tiran ship arrive and dock, and he wonders idly, if he’d ever succumb to such weakness to simply run away from it all, and never look back.

armored and armed, poisons ready, gadgets stocked, tools counted for — a spymaster’s work never ends. he does what he does well, and in turn, he is cared for. he is well.

these good mornings, spymaster, they’re for the alliance.

#bheart writes #Mathias Shaw #Renzik the Shiv #Warcraft #wow fanfic

[lilacs-and-ladybugs]

Last line tag game

I got tagged again! Thanks for tagging me @yletylyf

My current WIP is still my World of Warcraft one, a smut-shot of Wrathion/Sabellian

It’s electric; shocks of pleasure force his toes to curl, force guttural moans to escape his lips— he’s already close to coming, and Wrathion has to grasp the base of his cock tightly to stop it from happening.

@metalomagnetic, tagging you, boo.

#yletylyf #world of warcraft #wow #wow dragonflight #dragonflight #wrathion #sabellian #wrathellian #fanfic #wow fanfic

[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! 

#warcraft #world of warcraft #wow fanfic #anduin wrynn #world of warcraft fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own

[fictosensuality]

Thrall x F! OC

My other Thrall fic.

Eowyn wiped her sweat-covered brow against the back of her hand, looking down with pride at the completed meal before her. Cooking for her orc husband was always a chore that took hours as he could seemingly eat forever, but it was a chore she enjoyed wholeheartedly nonetheless. She wiped her hands on the white, stained apron she wore over her simple blue linen dress. Thrall would be home any time. She lit the candles on their modest wooden dining table and set out the food. Blackrock ham,  black cherries, Rylak claws. All made to his liking. But still, Thrall wasn't here. She began to grow worried, almost enough to go out and look for him, but before she could he finally entered the house. Eowyn stood with her hands clasped in front of her, worry knitting her brow. Thrall stood in the doorway for a long moment, staring at her. His expression was unreadable.

"Go'el...?" She asked sheepishly and he suddenly charged towards her, grabbing her face in his large hands and pulling her into a searing kiss. Eowyn was taken aback at first but soon returned the kiss, placing her hands atop his.

When he pulled away he went to sit down at the table and eat as if everything were normal. Eowyn said nothing as she sat across from him, but she was certain she was going to interrogate him about this before the night was through, if he did not give her answers beforehand.

"Impeccable, as always." He remarked with satisfaction as he finished his food, drinking deeply from his goblet of ironwine.

"Thank you, my love." Eowyn said, unable to keep the suspicious edge out of her voice.

"I'm going to take a bath, would you care to join me?" He asked, smiling at her as he got up from the table.

"I bathed already, I'll clean up." She said, standing and beginning to do just that. Thrall gave her a lingering glance as if he wanted to say something, but he decided this was not the correct moment and he left to take his bath without another word.

When Thrall came to the bedroom, clean and naked, Eowyn was sitting on the edge of the bed in her thin nightgown, looking at him expectantly.

"Go'el. I want you to tell me what's wrong." She demanded. Thrall sighed heavily and came to stand in front of her. He looked down at her thoughtfully, eyes full of love and affection and then he knelt, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his ear to her breast, listening to her heartbeat.

"Saurfang came to visit me today. He was following two assassin's, I don't need to say who sent them. He did not ask me to lead the horde, but he asked me to fight for it." He confessed. He noticed the quickening of her heartbeat as he spoke and he pulled back to look into her eyes. The glow of the hearth against her skin made her look so warm, radiant. Regardless of faction, regardless of race, he would trade his human lover for no other, horde be damned. Eowyn looked concerned, unsure of what to say. She could not ask him to reject his faction, it was not her decision to make.

"I will not fight for the horde if it means fighting against you." Thrall took one of her hands, dwarfed in his, and held it to his lips.

Eowyn was contemplative for a long moment.

"We are not fighting against each other. We fight together, for Azeroth." She said, squeezing his hand encouragingly.

Thrall smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

"I am so blessed to have your support. Together we will fight, side by side. For Azeroth." He said, standing up to kiss her lovingly.

Eowyn kissed him back, cupping his face with one hand. As they kissed she trailed her other hand down, over his muscular chest, to his cock, wrapping her hand around his thick, warm shaft. Thrall inhaled sharply and broke the kiss, looking downward to admire the sight of her small, soft hand wrapped around him. Eowyn stroked him slowly, now with both of her hands and she continued to pump his cock between them until he was fully erect, precum glistening at his tip. She gently ran her finger over it, swirling it in a circle, a trail of the transparent fluid connecting her fingertip to it as she pulled it away to put it into her mouth. Thrall groaned and grabbed her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach. Eowyn giggled, satisfied with her ability to drive him mad. Thrall pushed her nightgown upwards and fondled her ass roughly with both of his hands, squeezing and rubbing and spreading them to get a good look at both of her eager entrances. He plunged two of his thick fingers into her, as deeply as he could. Eowyn arched her back and cried out as he pumped his fingers back and forth, making loud squishing noises as she was already quite wet. He pulled his fingers out and plunged his cock into her, lifting her up by her hips with one hand, putting his slick-covered fingers in his mouth and savoring the taste of her as he thrusted vigorously. Eowyn gripped the fur blanket beneath her in both of her fists, closing her eyes and moaning continuously enough for her to start to drool. Thrall held her hips tightly, pulling her away from him as he pulled out and slamming her back into him as he thrusted forward, reaching deeply enough inside of her to touch her womb with every thrust.

"Go'el- G-Gods I-" she broke off as she climaxed, unable to finish her sentence, eyes rolling back as she trembled and clenched tightly around his cock.

"Yes..." He hissed in satisfaction, the feeling of her hot, snug cunt around his cock was absolute ecstasy. He picked up his pace, nearing his climax as well. He leaned down, pressing his face against her back, sliding his hands up her body to cup her breasts and letting out a feral growl that would've frightened Eowyn had it not come from her lover as he came, his hot cum spilling out directly against her sensitive cervix. Too tired to move immediately, Thrall stayed where he was, pressed up against her back, cock still deep within her. Eowyn reached back with one hand, entangling her fingers in his dark hair, holding him close. He purred and nuzzled against her lovingly.

"Go'el."

"Hmm?"

"I love you but you're very heavy."

Thrall chuckled and rolled off of her, stretching out on the bed on his back and yawning. Eowyn lay beside him, thoroughly spent. He rolled onto his side to face her and began to stroke her hair, humming softly to her. The sleepy, happy face of her lover and the sound of his lullaby were the final things Eowyn beheld as she drifted to sleep.

#wow fanfic #smut fanfic #wow orc #thrall

[esperanta-dragon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Thassarian (Warcraft), Darion Mograine, Leryssa (Warcraft), Khadgar (Warcraft) Additional Tags: Funny, Humor, Discworld References Summary:

Thassarian is trying to get to his nephew's birthdays so he can read him his favorite fairy tale. But the whole world is against him! Including demons, his boss... and a different time zone. P.S.: Yep, we've managed to translate it into English. It's super silly thing but I hope you will have a good laugh.

#Thassarian #Darion Mograine #Khadgar #Leryssa #World of warcraft #Discworld humor #Discworld reference #Short story #fanfic #fanfiction #wow fanfic #Legion

[randompersonnumber3]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Flynn Fairwind/Mathias Shaw Characters: Mathias Shaw, Flynn Fairwind, Anduin Wrynn Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, forced vacation, soul mates, Discovering secrets, wanted to write fluff but came up with this instead Summary:

Chapter 7: Flynn reveals his past

#fairshaw #wow fanfic #i have not updated in ages #world of warcraft

[celenacallaghan]

Desi aides in cleanup after the Wrathgate and learns just how frustrating the group known as "people" can be. Izzy agrees.

This chapter was a nightmare to get out. The balance between pacing and falling action was fun. But the chapter is up and exciting stuff is coming next time ^^ Reunion tiiiiime <3 <3 Thanks so much everyone, stay safe and sane, and I'll see you next time!

#world of warcraft #isoldera ambershield #desislava sunseeker #varok saurfang #fanfiction #fanfic #wow fanfiction #wow fanfic #ocs #my ocs #writing #amwriting #new chapter #fic update

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Chapters: 2/9 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lathos Sunband/Rannan Korren Characters: Lathos Sunband, Rannan Korren, Naleidea Rivergleam, Wyeth Silverstrings (OC) Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, All elves are queer, Magic Tech, Bodyguard, Pre-Canon

Summary: Lathos Sunband, a Guardian with the Dragonscale Expedition, is assigned to an overly-focused genius researcher named Rannan Korren. When they must abandon their first mission due to ambush, they turn their eyes to the heights of the Skytop Observatory and its ancient secrets.

But hidden danger awaits them in the long-lost lands of the Dragon Isles, and they must learn to act as a team if they ever want to see the light of dawn, a second mission, or each other, ever again.

#my writing #listen this is the first ever fanfic for these two so i know no one cares but #your honor i love them #lathos sunband #rannan korren #lathnan #WoW fanfic

[mothervvoid]

1/1ch | 1.9k wc

For people and kingdom.

#wow fanfic #wow fanfiction #warcraft fanfiction #the desolate council #calia menethil #deathstalker commander belmont

[nadiaofazeroth]

I finally did the thing!!!

New work and first update of the new year is now live!! I hope you all will check it out and give it a read if you have some time! It features all your favorite characters, but sort of with an “Alternate Universe” spin!

I got the idea stuck in my head and had to write it out, so here we are lol! 😂

#world of warcraft #nadia ravenscroft #vol'jin #wow writing #wow fanfiction #wow fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #how much the heart can hold

[boilingheart]

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

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

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

#bheart writes #Warcraft #World of Warcraft #vanshaw #Mathias Shaw #Vanessa VanCleef #wow fic #wow fanfic #wow legion

[sheikfangirl]

Power △ Wisdom △ Courage △

A rough sketch I made a couple of months ago to commemorate Ocarina of Time's 25th anniversary. I might clean it one day and make prints for my convention tables, idk yet :) I'm still not over this game. I never will.

#my art #legend of zelda #zelda ocarina of time #ocarina of time #loz fanart #zelda fanart #princess zelda #zelda #link ocarina #ganondorf #majoras mask #nintendo #nintendo 64 #oot zelda #oot link #brokenhearted since 1998 #not over OoT Zelink #14 yo me was reading OoT Zelink Fanfics in 1998 with prehistoric internet...wow.