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“Then…” Enid steels herself. “Then can I touch myself, or not?”
Wednesday exhales, uncrossing her arms. “You may.”
This fucking girl.
“Fine,” Enid says in a small voice, scooting back on the bed.
She feels cowed and decidedly not turned on, shoved as far away from her as possible against the unforgiving headboard. This was not how she saw her Thursday afternoon going when she escaped to find some privacy.
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- Part 1 of In the Heat of the Moment-Verse
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153/200
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If Wednesday's magic were even half as volatile as Enid's—better yet, if Enid were half as cruel as Wednesday in heart—this entire building would have been leveled years ago. No one would have been spared.
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For all that Wednesday claims to thrive in chaos, she's a stickler for cleanliness. If Wednesday Addams were to bring about the apocalypse, she'd be the dreaded fifth horseman of disorganization.
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She cannot allow her beloved to enter the forest at night with so little protection. Her father’s wards may be near-inpenetrable, but Enid could find danger in a padded cell. -
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Haunted by the ghosts of her father and the love she herself condemned, Jaina throws every ounce of energy into making Theramore prosper. Yet at night she lies awake, wondering about what could have been. Until one day a strange courier arrives, and she suddenly finds herself presented a (rather strained) second chance.
Sylvanas is trapped in a delicate situation; having not killed Garithos, she is now in a failing power struggle with the living who want to reclaim Lordaeron. Seeing no safe outcome for her people, she begins to send envoys out to the Alliance, only for all of them to be killed on sight.
Desperate and furious, she reaches out to a fledgling state on little more than a whim. She prays her undead heart will bare yet another blow; seeing Jaina Proudmoore, alive and well.
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The Ranger Captain's Vow by Sylvainaneedsanap
Fandoms: Warcraft - All Media Types, World of Warcraft, Warcraft III
13 Mar 2022
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Aside from the Tidesages, magic among humans was rare in Kul Tiras. It was rare in most of the world, really. Sure there were a few mages in Dalaran, but they were given their magic by the elves. It was completely unheard of for a human child to be born with magic, until Jaina Proudmoore was born, that is. She quickly became a target as the only remaining heir to the Kul Tiran Admiralty. After three attempts on Jaina's life, Daelin and Katherine Proudmoore have taken Jaina to Quel'Thalas in an attempt to negotiate with the High Elves. The terms? Jaina stays in Silvermoon until she can take care of herself and Kul Tiras will aid Silvermoon in an impending war against the Amani/Zandalari.
Ranger Captain Sylvanas Windrunner just wanted to train her troops, move up the ranks, and take care of HER forest and figure out where all the druids have been disappearing to. When King Anasterian assigns her to be a human girl's new Honor Guard, at first she feels slighted, but the more she learns about Jaina Proudmoore, the more she vows to always be there to protect the girl.
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Desperate to circumvent her fate and leave the place that holds her literal nightmares, Sylvanas Windrunner seeks out the powerful Jaina Proudmoore to form a contingency plan. However, with the introduction of the mourneblade and the reminder of her traumatic past, Sylvanas realizes the mage is her only true path to freedom and, despite Jaina's initial reservations, an uneasy alliance is formed. Unfortunately, the mistrust between them comes to a crux at the worst time, and in order to move forward Jaina suggests an old elven agreement that, unbeknownst to her, she has gravely misunderstood the intentions of.
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Yet another marriage fic, except we're dealing with the Shadowlands mess and actually addressing Sylvanas' trauma.
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With the fall of Arthas Menethil, the infamous Lich King, the Scourge was left headless, but not toothless. They would always be a threat and so there must always be a Lich King.
Or Queen, as the case may be.
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AU where Bolvar didn't survive. There is no BFA/Shadowlands in Ba Sing Se.
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71/?
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She was dying. Slowly but surely, the necromantic power that she had sown in her soul by putting on the Lich King’s crown would take her life. It was an inevitability of the cursed thing. Any undead could have told her. Sylvanas could feel the sheer magnitude of deathly power that soaked it.
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‘Do not fight us, Acolyte! Did you imagine the binding of your soul to an artifact of limitless death would be pleasant?’“It's so cold.’
‘I know, my dear, I know.’ In that moment, Kel’thuzad didn’t sound like the Archlich of the Scourge. He sounded almost sad. ‘But you must endure. It will not be easy, and it will not be gentle. It will unmake you, but you must endure all the same, for the sake of your soul, and for her soul, and each of us, for you are our Lich Queen, and heavy is the head that wears the crown.’
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“I’ve sent missives to Tandred. He’ll make a fine Lord Admiral one day, and I’m a bit too old for that shit, anyway.”Jaina let out a single bark of laughter. “Not too old to take three elven women to bed at the same time, though, apparently.”
“Well,” Katherine scoffed, “there are some things Proudmoore women don’t age out of.”
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It’s frankly insulting that people put Arthas and I on the same level. I actually went to school for this, Sylv. FOR YEARS! I was trained by the head of the Kirin Tor, for Tides' sake! Arthas needed Frostmourne just to focus all the power that genocidal shaman was pushing through him like shit through a clogged pipe! Anyone who thinks that would produce a better result than me—a classically-trained bloody magus—probably struggles to breathe and lace their boots at the same time!