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  1. Heart of Ashes Verse Anthology by

    Fandoms: World of Warcraft, Warcraft - All Media Types
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    24 Sep 2022

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    Summary

    Showing up to Sylvaina 2 years late with starbucks and a plague mask but I'M HERE NOW.

    Please enjoy whatever indulgent nonsense I come up with for these two.

    Anthology containing:

    On Good Behaviour

    [Pre-Heart of Ashes] - WotLK Era

    With the defeat of Yogg-saron, and Azeroth spared from clinical eradication, a celebration is thrown in Dalaran to mark the victory and bolster morale for the coming trials in Icecrown.

    While everyone else makes the most of it, a certain Archmage and Banshee Queen find themselves drawn together.

    Taste Your Beating Heart

    [Pre-Heart of Ashes] - WotLK Era

    Sylvanas is badly injured in the process of killing a frost giant in Icecrown Glacier, and the lack of living creatures in their near vicinity leads to Jaina offering an alternative solution to mend the Banshee Queen’s wounds.

    The Judgement of Helheim

    [Pre-Heart of Ashes] - Legion

    Odyn's arrogance and ego have long run unchecked. He casts himself as an undeserving victim of Helya's attacks and resentment, never admitting to the fact that Helheim and Helya herself are products of his disregard for others. But the truth has a way of getting out and in the end, his thoughtless cruelty will be the instrument of his own undoing...

    Heart of Ashes

    That damned smirk remained. “Are you volunteering?” Sylvanas asked in a low, conspiratorial voice that positively oozed with provocation.

    Anduin, Genn and Nathanos were deathly silent, the kind of silence one fell into when they desperately hoped to go unnoticed.

    Nostrils flaring, Jaina glared. “And what if I am, Warchief, afraid of one little mage looking over your shoulder?”

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    AKA Battle for Azeroth but what if there wasn't a faction war and it's about two traumatised women falling in love at the end of the world?

    Take My Breath Away

    [Post-Heart of Ashes]

    And just like that, Jaina found herself confronted with the image of Sylvanas Windrunner, feared Banshee Queen, Dark Lady of the Forsaken, and Warchief of the Horde, looking for all the world like a startled deer.

    Tides of Darkness

    [Post-Heart of Ashes]

    Two months after surviving the trials of Kul Tiras, Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner and her Witness, Archmage Jaina Proudmoore, stand in attendance at the Maelstrom as the Earthen Ring clears the skies of Azeroth, bringing back the sun after Sargeras's attack on their world nearly smothered it in ashes, secure in the knowledge that the fledgling peace between the Horde and the Alliance grows stronger every day.

    But the machinations of a vengeful queen and an Old God are not to be underestimated, and as wounds wrought by decades of conflict are inflamed, threats to the peace will come from within as readily as they do from without...

    Burning Shadows

    [Post-Heart of Ashes]

    Living with the lingering effects of the weapon that destroyed her home was something Jaina had long since resigned herself to.

    Lady of Silver

    [Post-Heart of Ashes]

    Jaina likes to remind Sylvanas just how loved she really is.

    Firecracker

    [Post-Heart of Ashes]

    As part of the Lunar Festival celebrations, a ball is thrown in Lordaeron, and Sylvanas has plans for her wife.

    The Pains of Yesterday

    [Post-Heart of Ashes]

    Determined to scrape together something resembling closure, Sylvanas returns to Windrunner Spire to dig through the memories and recover everything that remains.

    The pain is more than enough to drown in, but that’s why she isn’t doing it alone…

    Boiling Over

    [Post-Heart of Ashes]

    A busy day is the perfect excuse for Jaina to rile up her wife until Sylvanas just can’t stand it anymore.

    Companions

    Katherine sends Jaina and Sylvanas a cat.

    Glass Heart

    For Sylvanas, control was everything after having it so brutally ripped away, her very will and sense of being violated down to the fabric of her soul, forced to do things that would remain with her for the rest of her days. To wilfully give in, to surrender knowing that the person she submitted to was not going to hurt her and would respect the slightest sign of discontent—it allowed her to shrug off the heavy chains she held herself together with.

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