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ladypurplejanewrynn · 2 years

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Star’themar One Shot: The Jealousy

This is a one shot for my best friend and also my big sis @hopelessly-austroholic

The stars were shinning so bright, but this wasn’t a problem for the two lovers. They were celebrating their marriage anniversary by throwing up a party in Silvermoon city. After the horrors of the Fourth War and the Shadowlands, they deserved a break. And so did the Alliance and the rest of the Horde. That’s why they decided to celebrate their anniversary along with others. Some of the Horde leaders even came by to celebrate as well. Along those leaders, there was also the leader of the nightbornes, the First Arcanist Thalyssra herself. Is been a while since the Regent Lady felt uncomfortable when she was around her husband. Although she knew that Lor’themar would never dare to cheat on her and that he’s a loyal husband, she just couldn’t get over the thought that he might leave her for Thalyssra. After all, the First Arcanist was pretty good looking, was very talented and had an interesting personality. Tonight, Daenah’rys decided to brush that thought away though. She didn’t need negative and overwhelming thoughts to ruin her and her’s husband day. She was getting done with her tonight’s outfit. The lady decided to wear a beautiful, long and short sleeved red dress, with some red high heels and a tiara to complet the outfit. Just as she finished, Lor’themar came in:"Well, look at you. You are absolutely stunning my dear." Daenah’rys faced her husband:"You don’t look so bad either, love." They looked each other in the eyes and we’re about to kiss but got interrupted by someone knocking at the door. "Come in." said the Regent Lord. A guard came in:" My Lord, everyone’s ready and are waiting for the two of you." The man looked at the guard:"Give us a moment. Tell them that we’re coming." "Yes Sir." said the guard and closed the door. Lor’themar turned his face to his wife:"I guess we will have to save that kiss for later." She smiled gently:"Is alright sweetheart. After the party is over, you can kiss me all the way you want." He smiled at her and took her by the hand:"Let’s go. The guests are probably getting impatient." She giggled softly and they went out of their room, to join their guests.

They arrived at the room where they were hosting parties. They were greeted by Baine Bloodhoof, Mayla Highmountain, Cordelia, the Regent Lady older sister, Talanji, Zekhan and Thalyssra. The party start it. Daenah’rys decided to go chat with her older sister for a bit:"Hey sister, how are you doing?" The death knight turned to her:" Hey there little sis. Not much to be honest. Since the Shadowlands events happened, I don’t really have much things to do." The Regent Lady smiled:"Oh, really? What about your boyfriend, huh?" "Oh, him? We only just began dating . We’re still getting to know each other." answered the older sister. Daenah’rys looked around:"And where’s Kinvy? She didn’t want to come?" "Nah, is not like that. She would gladly come but the princess of Stormwind got sick and she refuses to leave her side." said Cordelia. "Well, that’s understandable. Princess Sophie is her girlfriend after all." said the Regent Lady. After a conversation with her older sister, she joined her husband’s side. Lor’themar gave her his hand:"May I ask you for a dance, my lady?" She gave him her hand:"Of course." Then they got in the middle of the ballroom and start dancing in the rhythm of the music. It was a slow and a romantic dance. The couple swayed like swans and we’re looking in each other’s arms. They looked absolutely stunning together, admired by all the guests. After the dance, they went to get something to drink. "I’ll be right back sweetheart. I will go check on our daughter, if she’s asleep. After all, the party is a bit loud and she’s still young. She still needs a lot of sleep." said Daenah’rys. "Alright, honey. I will be there waiting for you." said Lor’themar. The Regent Lady smiled at him and left for a moment.

Just as she left, someone else joined the Regent Lord. "Hello there, Regent Lord. Is nice seeing you again." said a female voice. He turned around to see Lady Thalyssra. "Oh, First Arcanist. Is nice seeing you as well. I’m glad you could join us at the party." answered the man. She smiled:"You know, you look really stunning in that outfit. I think you should wear it more often." "Ummmm… but I wear it really often. But thanks… I guess?" said the Regent Lord with confusion. "How about we go have a drink together. You know, just you and me."said the First Arcanist. "I can’t. I’m waiting for my wife in here." said Lor’themar. A moment of an awkward silence got between them. Suddenly realision hit the Regent Lord:"Lady Thalyssra, I got a question. Are you trying to flirt with me?" The woman let her head down as a blush appeared on her face:"I actually am. I’m really sorry for all of this. I know you have a wife and there’s absolutely no chance for us to be together. But I just can’t help it. I really can’t resist you." He looked at her, placed a hand on her chin and lift it it up to make her look at him:"Thalyssra, I’m really grateful that you’re being honest with me. But what you’re saying is true. We can’t be together. While I think you’re a really interesting person, my heart belongs to someone else. Plus me and Daenah’rys already have a child. I could never betray my wife like that. She is my everything. But, I’m sure you’ll be able to find someone who will return your feelings one day. And I wish you the best of luck for that. Although, we can still be friends." She smiled softly:"Promise?" He returned the smile:"Promise." Then they hugged each other. "Alright dear, I’m back. Sinetra’s asleep. Now, where did we..?" said Daenah’rys but didn’t finish as she saw her husband hugging with the First Arcanist. She felt her heart shattering and tears coming out of her eyes. "So is like that. I really didn’t thought you would do such thing but it turns out you’re cheating on me after all. And with whom? With her!" the Regent Lady burst into tears. "Hey, no honey. Is not like that. We…" said The Regent Lord but got cut off by his wife. "I’ve seen enough." said the lady and teleported away. She teleported herself into their room. She sat on the bed and covered her face with her hands and she was crying. "How could he do this? I thought he would never. Didn’t he love me after all? What does she have that I don’t have?" thought the Regent Lady as she was uncontrollably crying and was unable to calm down.

Suddently, she heared the door opening, but she didn’t dare to look up. A well known voice spoke up to her:"There you are Daenah’rys. I thought so that I would find you here." "What you want from me Lor’themar? Don’t you wanna stay with your new “lover”?" asked the woman. A confused look appeared on his face:"My new lover? Are you talking about Thalyssra? But there’s nothing between us. I swear that nothing happened between us." No response. Just silence. "Honey, please look at me. I’m telling you the truth. I would never do such awful thing behind you’re back. You’re my everything. I love you. I really do. And I love our daughter." She faced him:"Oh, really? Then why you two were hugging? Can you explain that to me?" "It was a hug between friends. She confessed her love to me but I turned her down. You’re the only one I love. But I also had to comfort her somehow. I promise you, that this hug means nothing else." he explained. Daenah’rys turned her head away from him:"Is been a while. Since you and her got to know each other, I saw that she start it to slowly develop feelings for you. And I was so affraid. Affraid that she might steal you away from me. That she might ruin our relationship. That she might push me away from the picture and take my place." The Regent Lord sat next to his wife:"She would never try anything like that. And there’s absolutely no one who could replace you. Never, in any lifetime." She looked at him, tears still coming out of her eyes:"But she’s just so perfect. So elegant. And she is pretty talented. Not to mention she does have an interesting personality and she is in fact pretty good looking. Sometimes it feels like she’s better than me." "Wait a minute hun, are you jealous of her?" asked Lor’themar. She turned her face away:"And why do you care?" "Because you’re my wife." he answered. She didn’t say anything. He hugged her:"Daenah’rys, listen. For me you’re perfect just the way you are. And you’re pretty talented as well. And I love everything about you. Your look. Your personality. Your strong sides and weak sides. Your virtues and your flaws. Think about it. I would never marry you if I didn’t like you back." Still no answer. "Here" he took her by the chin and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. A look of shock appeared on her face. They broke the kiss. "Wah… what was…? she was speechless. "I know we were supposed to spare that kiss for later, but this was an emergency." said the man. "But why did you…? I thought…" asked the Regent Lady. He smiled:"Like I said. You’re the only one I love. And nothing will ever change that." She jumped on him a hugged him:"I’m really sorry honey. I don’t know what got over me. I really shouldn’t jump into conclusions like that." He hugged her too and patted her head:"Is alright sweetheart. Just let it all out. Everyone makes mistakes." They sat there, hugging each other in silence. Both of them needed that. To sit together in silence for a moment, comforting each other in each other arms. "Maybe we should get back to the party? The guests may be growing impatient waiting for us to come back." said Daenah’rys. Lor’themar softly smiled at her:"Let them wait. Let us share that moment alone. Just the two of us. You and I." And they end it up by laying on their bed and passionately kissing each other, without anyone interrupting their moment.

The End

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dandelionandkrindle · 1 year

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WORLD OF WARCRAFT • CHARACTERS (8/?) Lor’themar Theron (requested by @victory-for-sylvanas)

All we can do is walk the road we are given with such dignity as we can muster, each to our own glory or demise, and pray that there yet remains something of our own hearts when all is said and done.

#lor'themar #lor'themar theron #world of warcraft #warcraft #wowedit #gamingedit #wowcharacters #post legion he's in a total of two (2) cutscenes and has zero lines. his job is literally just to stand around looking pretty

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chronicallyhaughty · 6 months

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Love Letters

“My rose,” Lor’themar’s silken, molten-chocolate voice rumbles from the aether to fill the room entire, and Rommath’s back stiffens, eyes wide with a deep flush blossoming swiftly across his cheeks and ears, which press back close to his head. He has miscalculated. Badly.

[Rommath/Lor'themar Theron, NSFW, AO3, Ko-fi]

When that midnight fugue hits and you write a whole fic on a whim on your phone and then have to face your deeds and actions the next day but hey, actually it's not that bad? Yeah.

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The message appears on Rommath’s desk sometime around noon, while he is doing his due diligence stretching his legs briefly before returning to his office and his paperwork. A tray carrying a light luncheon has been placed on the small table beside his massive mahogany desk – a piece inherited from his predecessor, Belo’vir, that has room for a truly despair-inducing amount of papers – and tucked between the bowl of cut up fruits and the glass of white wine rests a scroll carrying the seal of the Regent Lord’s office.

Rommath pops half a grape in his mouth with an eye roll. It can’t be urgent if he hasn’t been summoned back to the Spire, and it hasn’t arrived through the normal, official means: that is, dragonhawk courier to Sun’s Reach by the docks, delivered by someone ready to take a reply back. An official correspondence between the Grand Magister’s office in the rebuilt Magister’s Terrace on Quel’danas and that of the Regent Lord in Sunfury Spire, back in Silvermoon.

This scroll almost certainly is little more than Lor’themar attempting to alleviate his boredom while Thalyssra is in Suramar, and Liadrin and Halduron both are gone on their own different assignments, thus leaving him all on his lonesome. Child of a man that he can be, he seems to have decided to bother Rommath instead of working.

Rommath plucks it from the tray, revealing his utensils, and sets it aside to eat his meal. Outside, he hears the chatter of apprentices and arcanists leaving the building and crossing the grounds of the Terrace to seek their own midday repast, laughing and jostling each other as youths are wont to do. He’d never do so in public, but up here, in the privacy of his office, he allows himself a small smile of... contentment. The isle is serving its purpose once more, training the next generation of magi and carrying on their forebears’ legacy and customs. He can allow himself some measure of pride in the hand he’s had in making that happen.

He polishes off his meal and with a flick of the hand, sends the tray back whence it came. The sealed scroll seems to stare at him near imploringly from its place, precariously close to the edge of the desk, where it might fall onto the floor and roll beneath a shelf to lie forgotten for days. Rommath stares back at it, almost tempted to nudge it along that path himself.

Instead he grabs his quill with a sigh, dipping it in his ink bottle to prepare to send a scathing reply of some sort, and casts another spell, this one to have the message read itself aloud in its composer’s voice.

He has miscalculated. Badly.

“Pray hold your acerbic tongue and quill for but a moment. I know I am likely interrupting your work,” he absolutely is, damn him, and yet Rommath can do nothing but stare into the middle distance, hanging onto every word, “and yet, I cannot help but share with you my thoughts like this. You see, all day now my mind and heart both have been consumed by memories of you.

“This morning you awoke before me, and yet, your leaving my arms drew me from sleep as surely as any bell or horn might; your body’s absence from mine, unbearable. I watched you dress with such grace of movement as you have in everything you do, and my heart felt full to bursting with adoration. I told you as much, as you tied your hair, and you rolled your eyes at me, called me a simpering fool. Every insult is like a caress from your sweet lips, my love, and well you know it.”

His ink is dripping onto the wood, Rommath realizes with a start, and he shoots up out of his chair with a curse, face aflame as he tries to salvage the furniture with anything he can find. All while Lor’themar’s voice continues to croon such, such nonsense! He is much too preoccupied to interrupt the spell, however. One must prioritize. He feels all over goosebumps, listening to Lor’themar’s voice carry on to say...

[Ko-fi]

#rommathlorthemar #rommath #lor'themar theron #warcraft #haughty fanfics #nsft

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lothirielswan · 1 year

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"I Wish This Was Sangria"

Check out the race leaders' support group from Dear Prince Dandelion!

Quest Objective: Steal some free mana buns.

“Yes, welcome to our support group.” Jaina answered. She added with a roll of her eyes, “Hi, I’m Jaina—”

“Hi, Jaina.”

“—and I’m a sex addict.”

Stamina elixir and sex addicts? Where’s the overlap there—I don't want to think about it.

Khadgar noticed my furrowed brow, “Most support groups share the same problems. It seems we are all grappling with something different and need some…comradery. Why don't you join us?”

“We have free mana buns,” The old blood elf replied.

I leaned around Khadgar’s form to meet his gaze. “Sorry, who are you again?”

“I’m Lor’themar Theron…?” He said. His words hung in the air with some implied meaning.

“Hi, Lor’themar.” The customary greeting followed.

“We’ve met before. I’m the regent lord of Silvermoon, engaged to your best friend…” Lor’themar hesitated, waiting for a sign of recognition. “...and I’m an alcoholic.”

Lor’themar? Alcoholic? Where have I heard that before—? Recollection hit. “ Oh! You’re that guy Sylvanas used to bully all the time!”

Thrall sunk down in his chair. Lor’themar frowned at the paper cup of coffee in his hand. “I wish this was sangria.”

Everyone in the room shot the regent lord pitiful looks. Thrall heaved a heavy sigh as if it were a common occurrence. “Please continue, Khadgar.”

“Thank you.” The archmage ushered me to an empty seat next to him and resumed his tale of addiction. “I’ve been overusing stamina elixirs for three months. At first, I thought it was simply to keep up with the three dragons I adopted and the demon that co-parents with me. But since I’ve started attending the retreat…I’ve realized that I’m not used to peace. I’m always expecting some explosion to break the silence! For instance: a week ago, my ki—Eona went out on a date late at night—”

Blood rushed to my face. Khadgar continued, “and I was so worried for her safety.”

Genn raised his hand. “Question. I’m Genn—”

“Hi, Genn.”

“—and I have anger management issues.” Genn glared at the ground as he uttered the confession. “Are you certain that your fear wasn't parental? My daughter, Tess, has had many nights out with her lady friends for the past few days. She doesn't return until morning! It always rubs me the wrong way.”

“Genn, now is not the time to discuss your daughter’s impending lesbianism. I’m Tyrande, and I struggle with…pyromania,” The High Priestess added.

“Hi, Tyrande.”

Flashes of moments with Tess filled my mind. Her arm linked with mine, strolling through the halls of Anduin-crazed women.

“You dress like a normal person, at least—cute, but normal.”

“I prefer wolves over lions.”

I looked everywhere but Genn’s face. Tess was pretty—which is not a relevant point!

“With all due respect, Tyrande: if my daughter preferred the company of women, I’m confident that she would tell me.” Genn rumbled.

“With all due respect, Genn: as a mother who has a daughter that prefers women, I’m not wrong.”

Jaina blinked. “Oh! We should’ve given our pronouns.”

Thrall raised a hand. “We’ll circle back. Khadgar, do you have anything else to add?”

Khadgar shook his head. Thrall motioned to Jaina. “You’re next.”

“Right.” Jaina straightened her posture. She crossed her legs beneath a long, weathered trench coat (another elaborate attempt at blending in). “For me, what I’m struggling with is…intimacy. I’ve been in a lot of relationships. All of them have just…ripped my heart apart. Over and over…I’ve recently recollected with a former lover of mine—”

Our eyes met. Jaina eyes quickly flit away. “But I’m incapable of journeying into anything more vulnerable than sex. I’m aware that relationships based purely on arousal exist, but I know that’s not what he wants. I also know that we click, and if I could get over the fear, we might work well together…perfectly, even. But how do you get over fear of someone you love?”

A respectful silence hung in the air. Kalec’s glassy, dead gaze from last night haunted me throughout her story. Jaina wore a similar expression as she stared at her lap. I want to say something. But…I’m Kalec’s sister. I’m too afraid she’d take it as a criticism instead of advice. But we are friends…

I shifted towards her in my seat. “Maybe…you should tell him that.”

Every pair of eyes seeped into my skin. I traced the ivory pattern of Jaina’s braid with my eyes, the only object in the room that didn't hang on every word I spoke, “Letting him know might make you feel better. If the two of you truly work well together, he’ll listen. Maybe setting boundaries will make the relationship more trusting and less scary. I’m sure Kal— whoever it is, would agree.”

Heads bobbed in agreement. Jaina mouthed a thank you. Her shoulders relaxed.

Thrall’s gaze fell upon me. “Would you like to go next?”

I froze. The people surrounding me had far more power than I did. Their presences filled the room like an astral orb in the sky. But, at that moment, their identities were meaningless. As was mine.

I clasped my hands together in my lap. “I’m Eon, and…there’s way too many issues to just list one. My father’s dead. He passed away years ago. I think I’ve finally given up on trying to be something he wanted, but I may be wrong about that.

“My mother is alive. She hasn't spoken to me in years, and I’m too afraid to reach out first because of what she’ll say. I was not the best daughter. I left her alone with my aunt, and I’m afraid that made things worse. My aunt was a psychiatrist to the worst people Azeroth has known, and they broke her. I know it’s taken a toll on her and my mother.”

I paused. My body felt hollow, like organs and arteries had been yanked out and pooled on the floor in front of everyone. Something didn't feel right. Something was missing. “But I have support in my life. I have a close relationship with my brothers. They are an important part of my life. I have healthy parental figures in my life that don’t inspire feelings of inferiority—”

I glanced in Khadgar’s direction and kept going. “—I finally have the guts to pursue someone that makes me happy. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with them for years.

“The people I share blood with—and a few twisted individuals that I was close to—did some terrible things. Some people even called them monsters. But I don't see them that way. They’re people with problems. And I think I’m finally convincing myself that I’m not one either, and people don't see me that way.”

Khadgar sniffed and wiped at his eyes. “That was beautiful, my little murloc. I’m so proud of you—”

“Do you need a tissue?”

“...How about a bottle of stamina—”

“NO!”

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irishk0rn · 1 year

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A scrapped piece of a fic I’m working on. Rommath and Kael’thas have a fight.

[what if Illidan died before Kael’thas?]

“I miss that kal’dorei bastard, Rommath. I miss him. I think he was trying, you know… trying to help the world, trying to at least treat my people decently. I think,” Kael said, finally, after a few moments. Rommath was sitting across from him on his bed, trying to see how his prince felt and trying to talk him through anything he needed to talk through. But this, this just didn’t add up.

The Grand Magister let out a gentle sigh and asked, “Why are you still hung up on him, Kael? He’s gone now — that’s a good thing, yes?”

The prince paused. Why was he hung up on Illidan? Why did his death affect him in any way except positive? He had bawled his eyes out and practically drowned in his own tears when Sanguinar first broke the news to him. Why? He couldn’t answer these questions himself — it had been a long time since he thought of his own questions that he couldn’t answer. But when Kael thought of Illidan, he had a flutter in his chest he couldn’t describe. He had been angry with him for a long time, yes, but that feeling always recurred. It made the numbness go away for a few moments as it fluttered, the wingbeats of the butterflies in his chest bringing back a healthy pulse.

“The half-demon bastard can’t be a source of torment anymore. Aren’t you happy about that, my prince? You hated him — no?”

Kael frowned. “He wasn’t a mongrel, Rommath,” he said, his voice breaking at ‘mongrel’. He had said that about Illidan himself but he felt they were not even his words. He didn’t feel that now. He wasn’t mad anymore.

“He was, Kael — a traitorous, half-night elf mongr—”

“I loved him.”

Rommath snapped his head up. “What?”

“I… I loved him, Rom. I loved him as much as I loved Quel’thalas,” the prince let out a sigh and smiled sadly, “Some lover I am… I left him alone. That’s not what you do to your loved ones, ha…”

There was a ringing in his ears that Rommath couldn’t describe. It seemed to tune out the sound of his prince’s precious voice and it allowed him to stare off into the wall as Kael kept talking — was Kael still talking? Well, he supposed his prince did have a tendency to be chatty… the dark haired elf waved away the ringing with a gentle shake of his head and looked at Kael’thas, who had since stopped talking and was now giving him a look of concern.

The mage frowned. “What?”

Wherever there was a flutter that Kael described with Illidan, there was a crack, a shatter and a tug in Rommath’s chest. Was he not enough for Kael’thas? Was the thrill of mana and living dangerously more entertaining for Kael than the promise of a healthy and stable relationship? It was quite the equation, really. One that Rommath didn’t think even the smartest of gnomes or highest experts of love and experience could solve.

Why wasn’t he good enough for Kael’thas?

Now it wasn’t a matter of was he not good enough — why was he not good enough?

The Magister forced a smile and leaned over to hug the mage, insisting that it was nothing, that he just remembered something with Theron. He gave his cheek a nuzzle and pulled away, before he stood up and left. He would check on Kael later, he said.

Earlier that afternoon, Kael’thas would get word of Rommath taking a couple weeks off, and that a mage was placed in his position for the time being. He knitted his eyebrows forward in thought — Rommath never took off work. The blonde was pretty certain he slept here, even though he had a cottage somewhere. Lor’themar too. So that much was concerning.

He knew where Rommath liked to hide whenever he was upset, though — near the waterfalls. And sure enough, Kael’thas found him there. He sighed. “Rommie?” he called out, gently, not to scare. Watching Rommath examine his presence and slowly get up after deciding he wasn’t a threat was like watching a baby deer learn to walk for the first time. It was quite majestic, in a strange way, and the beauty of the waterfalls added to the exoticness of the moment. They stared into each other’s eyes and Rommath stood and they remained a distance away before Kael spoke.

“What’s wrong?”

Rommath laughed. That was a question, wasn’t it? Though he supposed he couldn’t blame Kael’thas’s confusion and minor fright, he had told him everything was fine after all.

“I’m not good enough for you, Kael!” Rommath continued to laugh like he had just heard the most side-splitting joke in all of Silvermoon. “I’m not good enough — how am I not good enough? When I’m being compared to that mongrel?” Rommath tore off what covered his face so Kael could see his expression, everything. He could see Kael’s clear as Belore, and it was horrified.

“Do you see me now? I only smile for you, my sun.

“I thought you loved me, Kael, I— I held out for you— I turned people down for you, hoping that you would act on the feelings I thought you had—”

Rommath was interrupted. “I do love you, Rommath!” Kael’thas screamed. He screamed as if Rommath was at the bottom of a mountain and needed to hear it from the mountain tops. Thorny tears pricked his eyes and his cheeks and nose were turning rosy. “With all my heart, Rommath, I do. I always have and I always will…”

The Grand Magister’s expression went sour. “So what, you… you mean to tell me that what you had in Outland was just desperation, my sunbird?”

The prince gave a look of warning. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Rommath.”

“The need to feel important enough for him to help you? To be supplied with more fel? To be supplied with attention under the false hope that he means what he says?”

“Rommath—”

“Yet you still argue that you love him, no?”

Fury and fire crackled around Kael’thas and his sentient sphere sent after Rommath without him telling it to — but Rommath was quick and he dodged it. It went back to its place on Kael’s left shoulder. “It wasn’t like that, Rommath! How dare you speak on my self worth. Is that what you think of me? That I’m a helpless little prince in distress with no confidence or self esteem, waiting for you to save me?”

“I—”

The blonde swiftly glided his way over to Rommath and grabbed the taller elf by his collar to drag him down to his level. “You listen to me right now, and you listen good— try that for once—”

Rommath secured his hands around Kael’s wrists and tore his hands away from him, keeping a hold of them so Kael couldn’t escape. “I’ve been listening to you our whole lives and look where it got us!”

Kael’thas yanked his wrists out of Rommath’s hold. “Now I see why my heart chose him instead of you.”

If there was a set sound for a heart breaking, it would be the sound Rommath’s heart just made.

Tears streamed down the blonde’s face and he backed away from the dark haired elf. “Enjoy your time off,” he spat, spitefully, because if the prince of sin’dorei was anything, it was a spiteful brat.

Tears befell the Magister himself and he grabbed his colae again to muffle the sound of a choked sob tearing out of his throat. The son tore through the air but fizzled out of existence before it could reach Kael’s ears. Rommath begged for Kael to look back, look his way again, look his way like he used to Arthas Menethil or look his way like he did The Betrayer.

Rommath let out quick and hyperventilating breaths and sobs from his lips and just begged for the prince to look his way.

He didn’t.

Kael didn’t have the heart to look back at Rom, nor the will to carry on walking away from him. How could Rommath possibly think for a second he didn’t love him? Sure, it wasn’t romantic — of course not. But how could Rommath look him to the face and say that? Did you truly believe it? Kael made him feel that way?

Kael couldn’t possibly choose who he loved. For the love of Belore, he fell in love with The Betrayer. It sounds ridiculous. But now does Rommath think he’s not even better than The Betrayer? That he means so little that he is below that? Kael’thas didn’t know — and he was scared to find out. Scared of the results.

Gods, he felt almost insane again just thinking about it. He was neglectful, and lost sight of the man and friend who had been by his side since he became prince. Who used his own strength that Kael couldn’t muster sometimes to make the crown less heavy. Of course, everyone else did, like his generals and advisors, but Rommath took on the most.

The remarkable part is he didn’t mind. He seemed to even enjoy the fact that he knew he was helping Kael. That’s what drew Kael to his companionship in the first place — and probably the earliest sign of a one sided love forming between them.

If he’s honest, he had thought of trying to date the Grand Magister once. He didn’t feel that spark but maybe after a couple of dates he would — he would marry a well respected blood elf and please the kingdom, they would have children and life would go on.

At a sound, Kael perked up.

“Kael…” Rommath choked. This time, it reached Kael’thas’s ears. And Kael stopped and he finally looked at Rommath. The wind was blowing the tears off of his face and making his ears and face even redder than they already were. The same was happening to Rommath and it was starting to sting his face from the unforgiving tears being kindled by the wind. The wind made his eyes water more and he finally allowed himself to sit gently on the ground and hug himself.

Kael went over to him and sat in front of him, gently grabbing his face with his soft as silk hands. A bubble sound escaped Kael’s lips and he started to snicker, tears beginning to run down his face again. He was giggling now, and Rommath had no idea if he was laughing at him or if Kael had truly lost his mind. For real, this time.

“You— hee-hee— you look like a lobster, Rommie.”

The Magister blinked a few times before an amused grin crossed his face.

Kael started to laugh. His laughter was so infectious that Rommath began to laugh too, thinking about how red his pale face must look. “Grand Lobster Rommath…” Kael mumbled.

“Yeah? And you look like a tomato. Tomato’thas Sunstrider!”

Kael let out a belly laugh and started going closer to the ground from laughing so hard. “That’s—” he giggled, “That’s not even clever!” but as unclever as it was, the prince continued to laugh with the Grand Magister, both of them embracing like it was the end of the world and they never wanted to let go.

And in a way, they really didn’t want to let go. Not for a while. But it was getting cold outside, and Kael’thas would rather hold Rommath in the warmth of his chambers. It wasn’t better yet, but it would be.

#grand magister rommath #kael'thas sunstrider #kaellidan #illithas #wow #world of warcraft #irishkorn fics #irishkorn

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longveil · 11 months

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Report 638-05y: Claims to Title

[Photo by Mathias Reding on Unsplash]

Report 638-05y: Claims to Title, Seraanna Longveil

Seraanna Longveil (ren’dorei), and her younger sister Annadia (sin’dorei), are the only known survivors of the Morrowsun bloodline, a house once thought to have gone extinct in the Fall of Quel’thalas.

Morrowsun was a quel’dorei house of modest holdings on the southern borders - the Marches - of Quel’thalas. Almost a century before the First War, Lord Vaeran Morrowsun, formally addressed as Marquis, entered into an alliance of marriage with Telnia Roselight, the daughter of a well-placed merchant family. The Roselights received entry into title and nobility and all it entailed, while Morrowsun gained much-needed resources and an entry into finance.

It was an open secret that the marriage was one of alliance, not love, and that Vaeran kept a mistress, Aralya Longveil, known since his youth. Telnia gave birth to a son hailed as the Morrowsun heir, cementing the union of Morrowsun and Roselight. Meanwhile, the daughters of Vaeran’s mistress, Seraanna and Annadia, were considered illegitimate lest Roselight withdraw their alliance.

Arthas Menethil’s scourging of Quel’thalas ravaged Morrowsun lands, and the Morrowsun line was slaughtered in the ensuing carnage. Similarly, Aralya perished when the Lich King’s forces reached Silvermoon but her grown daughters, Seraanna and Annadia, survived the invasion and harsh times immediately thereafter (see historical report 001-06g). With House Morrowsun thought extinct, Kael’thas and his Magisters seized most of its assets and redistributed them to their allies as Quel’thalas attempted to rebuild.

Thirty-four years later, near the closing of the Fourth War, a packet of documents was presented to the offices of Regent Lord Lor’themar Theron. (Refer to report 631-12c regarding disturbance and fire in the Ghostlands.) Dated from the run-up to the Scourge invasions and bearing Vaeran Morrowsun’s witnessed seal, the documents conferred legitimacy upon Seraanna and Annadia as heirs of Morrowsun “should my house otherwise come to ruin.”

The solicitors involved, Vor’min and Alesstus Evercrown, presented a case that managed to survive the challenges of the noble houses that had profited from the fall of Morrowsun. Ultimately, the sisters were allowed to claim the house name, title, and remaining (uninhabitable) estate - on the condition of renouncing any claim to the lands and assets previously seized and redistributed.

Seraanna now holds the title of Marquessa (Lady of the Marches) of Morrowsun although she rarely uses the title and has shown little interest in noble machinations, particularly as ren’dorei remain unwelcome in Silvermoon. She owns, through legitimate agents, (vetted, no irregularities found) a controlling interest in a building on the edge of Stormwind Harbor where she often makes her residence. However, she’s spent most of the last three years near the Temple of the Jade Serpent in Pandaria’s Jade Forest (cross reference report 636-18m, subheading “Alchemist”)

Annadia, using her affected surname of Thorn, seems even even less inclined to politics and prefers her role as Captain of the Aralya’diel, a newly-christened clipper from the shipyards of Suramar (report 637-12e). Not only is it unusual to see a private vessel completed while both navies are still under reconstruction, the Aralya'diel has a difficult-to-obtain dispensation to dock in Alliance harbors (request permission to examine signing authorizations, cross-reference with financial transactions and spending patterns). Such dispensations are a recent development of the armistice; Horde crew or passengers of such vessels are limited to the docks and harbor only.

The brothers Evercrown remain as Morrowsun’s solicitors and representatives in matters of business and finance. (Background checks have not borne fruit, refer to assets in Dalaran and Suramar for further investigation.)

Queries submitted to Stormwind's intelligence agencies have resulted only in documents so redacted as to be useless. Similar queries to Silvermoon have returned only the registration of House Morrowsun upon the rolls, with no other matters addressed.

– Respectfully submitted, Agent C. Nath

Agent’s note: I understand that previous reports establish Longveil as a person of interest, and Thorn’s actions and associations as a potential infiltration risk, but neither seem to bear inclination or motive to pose meaningful threat. The Evercrowns are most notable for escaping notice but, while I expected them to have a more visible profile, they seem to operate only rarely within Alliance purvey. Permission requested to reduce priority of this line of research for higher priority subjects.

Response: Request denied. Continue research and observation.

#longveilstories #how to couch background in narrative #morrowsun #annadia thorn

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vawianwynn · 1 year

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Blue dragon makes it his personal job to be an annoying debauchery cat at Lor’themar Theron’s expense, won’t stop sleeping in his bed and drinking arcwine, more at 11.

#he's here to look pretty and drink wine and he's all out of wine #og cont #alugos #world of warcraft

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mcsiggy · 1 year

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Found you via my unhealthy obsession with Lor’themar Theron and the ship with Thalyssra. ❤️💜

omg!! 🤝

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kimaisalloren · 2 years

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Sketchdump of my QUEEN, Nathanos, Lirath, and a bell sprout.

I think a lot about the scene in the book where lirath confronts Sylvanas for ignoring him and asks her if she even cares or if she’s forgetting him and she gets so overwhelmed with emotions and her own inability to explain herself to Lirath, wanting to tell him how much she loves him and how much he changed her life, but also wanting to be mad and angry and she wants to hurt him as much as break down and love him and so she just fucking SPRINTS AWAY FROM HIM it’s SO FUNNY

#sylvanas x nathanos #sylvanas loyalist #sylvanas windrunner #lor’themar Theron #nathanos blightcaller #lirath windrunner #the bellsprout is referring to uhhhh #like the loading screen with him on it.#he looks like a bellsprout #warcraft art #warcraft #warcraft shadowlands #world of warcraft #wowhead #wow #blightrunner #sketch #sketch dump

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trashgavin · 1 month

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wip of the day: redraw of my 2020 lor’themar art

#world of warcraft #lor’themar theron #i hate using gold #can you tell #art wip #mine

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pridebicons · 1 year

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gay lor’themar theron pride icons

requested by anon

like/rb if using + credit

#my icons #pride icons #world of warcraft #lorthemar theron #gay

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alikatvus · 1 year

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Damn, i forgot that just write a fic isn't enough, i still have to try to promote it

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Warcraft - All Media Types, World of Warcraft

Relationship: Turalyon/Lor'themar

Characters: Turalyon (Warcraft), Lor'themar Theron, Alleria Windrunner

Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, kinda crack ship but actually it's not, I Wish I Was Drunk When I Wrote This, inspired by The Vow Eternal, it's falling in love on the job trope, but the situation is getting worse, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Summaries, AU, Out of Character

Language: English

Summary:

It hurts Turalyon to hear Lor'themar exchanging wedding vows and to see him kiss Thalyssra. A little bit. Even naive belief that Lor’themar did not lie to him and not going to leave him after the wedding, doesn’t help. However, the dismay feels like a splinter under the nail, an endless nagging irritation, too weak to want to get rid of immediately.

! English is not my mother tongue

#lor'themar #turalyon #lorthemar theron #world of warcraft #lor'themar theron #lorthemar #warcraft

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chronicallyhaughty · 15 days

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Got A Taste For Your Loving

“How much can he take?” Lor’themar asks, swirling the whisky. He’s slumped in the armchair like a lord on a throne which, in this house, he kind of is. His shirt is half-unbuttoned, revealing his hairy chest and the gruesome scar cutting down the middle of it. Halduron snorts and strokes his palms over Aethas’ thighs, up and down, up and down, trying to soothe his obvious nerves. Aethas is avoiding looking in Lor’s direction like seeing him might make this all the more real. It’s already very, very real. “Anything I can give him,” he shoots back, and Lor’themar grins and tips his glass at him, then takes another sip.

[Halduron/Aethas/Lor'themar, NSFW, AO3, Ko-fi]

So me and Syrosaur have been talking a lot about a Crime AU lately, and we got to talking about Aethas staying with the triumvirate and how that might play out... well, maybe it would go like this!

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Halduron snorts and strokes his palms over Aethas’ thighs, up and down, up and down, trying to soothe his obvious nerves. Aethas is avoiding looking in Lor’s direction like seeing him might make this all the more real. It’s already very, very real.

“Anything I can give him,” he shoots back, and Lor’themar grins and tips his glass at him, then takes another sip.

It’s strange how restless Halduron feels in this moment. He has shared pretty people with Lor before – plenty of people, several times – and never felt even an inkling of nerves. But Aethas, as always seems to be the case, is different. Hal’s never needed this much convincing, either – far from it. More often than not he’d be the one offering. But this time Lor had needed to wheedle, cajole, and straight-up beg before they ended up here.

‘Here’ being the three of them situated in Hal’s room at the mansion that Lor’themar generously shares with his closest allies – and Aethas, lately.

Some unsavory people catching wind of Aethas’ connection to Halduron (and thus, Lor’themar) had led to an… unpleasant incident. Once they had finished dealing with the situation and gotten Aethas to the hospital Hal had asked Lor to extend his protection to him, at least for a while. Lor’themar, being the good man Hal knows him to be, had readily agreed.

Things had been great for a while, Hal had easy access to his new favorite person as he recuperated and got to sleep soundly at night, safe in the knowledge that Aethas was out of reach of any thugs with more guts than sense.

But then Lor had started to notice Aethas. Had wanted Hal to share, a little bit.

So now Hal is sitting on his bed with a tense Aethas in his lap, trying to keep him from bolting while also trying to communicate without words that Lor should shut up now, thanks.

He seems to get it well enough, occupying himself with expensive liquor and staring intently at the gap between Aethas’ sweatpants and his cute little crop-top. Understandable, Hal also enjoys trying to count the freckles on any bared slip of Aethas’ skin. Aethas, who’s still very tense.

“Hey,” Hal tries, bringing one hand up to nudge Aethas’ chin, “forget him. He ain’t shit. Pretend like it’s just us.”

Aethas looks at him like he’s grown a second head, but doubtfully says,

“I’ll try,” so he can’t be that scared.

Hal has spent weeks training Aethas to know that he can always safeword out of a sexual situation, so he’ll trust him now, to know his own limits. And Lor is a good guy . He won’t push too far. But if he does, Hal will deck him, and Lor knows that, too. He’s the only person alive who’s allowed to lay a hand on Lor’themar Theron. Well, except Rommath. And Liadrin. But whatever, they’re not here. Aethas is.

‘Peach’, his cropped shirt says, and below the cute illustration and the hem lies the expanse of his soft, bare stomach. Endlessly fascinated, Hal runs the back of a knuckle down his treasure trail firmly enough that it won’t tickle, and Aethas gasps so light and airy.

Hal still can’t quite believe that he’d been a virgin when they’d first met. There’s something so utterly magnetic about the guy, so how did nobody throw him down and ravish him before Halduron got to do it? It’s hardly some kind of reward for a good life lived well, but Hal will accept it nonetheless...

[Ko-fi]

#halduron/aethas/lor'themar #halduron brightwing #aethas sunreaver #lor'themar theron #warcraft #haughty fanfics #nsft

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