#Peregrïn

[drew-winchester]

Khadgrin sketch

[skymagpie]

Doodled this meme based on this post, feat. @drew-winchester and @katieladswrites who were so kind to lend me their lovely characters, Peregrïn and Alanara (and my Shazi riding shotgun)

[zakthefiend]

High Elf Peregrïn AU

(Been a long time since I made one of these for @drew-winchester​. Sorry for the absence, been learning how to write better with drabbles from some friends here. I hope you are doing well yourself! As an apology for going dark, here’s an AU for our favorite elf as a high elf! Had me thinking for a bit, so I hope you enjoy!)

The biggest difference in this AU(as stated by Drew) is she wouldn’t have a very bad childhood. It would be a pretty good one actually!

They weren’t at all forceful as to what she should be, and they didn’t make choices for her. Rather, they let her make choices herself and were there to pick her up afterwards. She wasn’t coddled, neglected, or forced into anything she didn’t want to do.

She sunburns easily. It is the worst thing, because she could be out for a solid five minutes and she’s pink like a night elf!

She wears reading glasses for two reasons. One is for helping her eyesight, two is because she feels cute in the small glasses.

Her favorite places has always been either a center of a district or by a riverside. She likes the sounds of people walking by or the nice calm waters flowing through at a steady pace. Good for reading!

Perry loves to read books of adventure and quests. Her passion for Elise Starseeker exists even here! I’m afraid it is a universal law that Perry fangirls over Elise.

She grew up to have magic affinity like her Kaldorei self, but she’s more of a paladin. She likes her sword, her shield, and her nice protective but light armor. She prefers mobility over large defense. It feels uncomfortable.

She’s much more relaxed and has a more proper stride about her, but she’s still prone to joking around and being a bundle of joy. This Perry is mellower, but there’s still some jokes this elf can play!

She likes nature, but you won’t find her leaving the comfort of a city unless needed to. Trees are nice... but nothing beats a nice bed!

She’s not as mobile as our usual night elf Perry, choosing to balance defense with mobility.

She’s visited Dalaran multiple times, completely enamored by the city and the magic in it! The towers, the mages and sorcerers, it was a real show for her!

Does she meet Khadgar? Yes. It’s less of her just going with him for adventure, and more because she has a high school crush on the boy. She’s very shy about it, but she finds this human boy really cute.

There is... complications. The two do not exactly see eye to eye on magic. Paladins have a notorious bad rep on harassing Mages and spellcasters, and even though this Perry isn’t a rude pally, Khadgar did have some reservations on letting her travel with him. It was only after much thinking did he agree to the idea of a tank that could double as a healer if need be.

He also really liked her blue eyes. They sparkled like a sapphire reflecting the noon of the day!

Most of their combat involves Peregrïn defending the mage from the threats, making them focus on her, and letting Khadgar handle attack at a safe distance. Their quite the dynamic duo!

They do some small time quests to make some money to keep for food, water, night at an inn, and repairs for their items. Khadgar cannot afford to replace his stuff at this time so Perry has to do a lot of the heavy lifting in combat.

She does not like this, but goes with it.

Their nights together, Perry will usually stay up to look at the night sky. The stars shining down to them with the moon hanging just over head, leaves her breathless sometimes.

She does make some hints to Khadgar that she likes him but he either sheepishly brushes it off or it goes right over his head! Usually the latter!

Peregrïn does eventually get the courage to tell him how she feels(after a few quests, some near death experiences, many bloody bandages, and her nearly dying to an ambush of gnolls). He does tell her that he likes her, but is unsure what to do. Their not exactly the same in classes, races, and their preference in books are different and the added bonus of this being his first time in dating! However, he’s at least willing to try and see where to go.

It’s pretty slow but it is a comfortable pace. You can imagine how long it takes for Khadgar to try and hold her hand!

[sunskaiis]

I just want to put pretty elves in pretty dresses. 

Artists:

Faebelina

https://twitter.com/Faebelina

https://www.instagram.com/faebelina/?hl=en

@radikatt

@drew-winchester

@eiyr

it’s 12 am why am i awake

[eri-potato]

I wanted to draw a smoll thing with 2 cute beans, but I realized I don’t really have any ships of my own right now haha! So I decided to draw @drew-winchester ‘s Peregrïn with Khadgar ! <3 Khadgrin has been one of my fav ships for a while now, and probably the only oc x canon ship I follow at the moment. Drew’s Art is amazing so if you see this, plz check their tumblr <3 I think I miiight of made it a bit too small and it might be a bit blurry, if yes so sorry, I’m still learning to use this website ;v;! If you see this Drew well I hope you will like it, and I hope you don’t mind! 

[huffle-puppy]

A Story for Winter’s Veil

For @drew-winchester and @haleth -- normally I’d go more traditional and write a ghost story for Yule, but it’s been a tough year and I thought it best to be wholesome instead :3

And, I got inspiration from recent posts! So I hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful holiday season!

A great fire burned in the hearth; orange tongues dancing and rising up from logs enchanted to burn for weeks on end. Karazhan’s great hall had been decorated to magnificence, with ribbons and streamers and great pine trees with baubles and lights--

    The staff of apprentice mages had already gone off to their respective corners of Karazhan to relax and read and look through the gifts they got. In the great hall, amidst the library stacked with endless tomes, one particular tree stood by the hearth, smaller but somehow the brightest in festivity. A large fuzzy rug had been set down on the cobblestone, and in front of the fire, two couches had grown extremely comfortable and well-worn.

    The morning’s jubilation had died down to a humming sweetness. Khadgar silently thanked the Gods that Anaël and Avalon had outgrown getting up at the crack of dawn and tugging on their sleeping parents to see what Greatfather Winter had gotten them. In fact, Perry had giggled to Khadgar as they’d gotten up that morning, it was now the parents who had to pounce and rouse their children!

    They’d all gotten up in a timely fashion, prepared themselves as much as they wanted, and gone down to see a set of presents miraculously transported under their Winter’s Veil tree where last night there’d been none. Despite being “adults” now, Anaël and Avalon had both squealed with joy and rushed down the large stairs to the couches and the gifts. Khadgar smiled, shaking his head and looking over to Perry, about to ask if she wanted him to get tea--

    --only to have her tugging on his arm excitedly too to rush to them.

    The gift-giving had been marvelous; few as the gifts had been to each of them, they were all dearly longed-for items. Robes, stuffed critters, reagents enchanted to be ten times more useful--and to regenerate once used up, candies, chocolates, fictional books, non-fiction books, a new set of arcane tomes for Anaël, a new chi-conducting staff for Avalon--they all found exactly what they wanted.

    Khadgar lulled back on the couch, smiling softly and watching his family. In a few hours, they’d have to start tidying up; Karazhan hosted a party of most of the mages throughout the whole continent, if they could make it, and had ever since the Council of Six had approached Khadgar with the idea a few years back. He’d deliberated, but said yes; it gave everyone another chance to mingle and chat and be merry, regardless of their faction or views. And that was what Winter’s Veil really felt like it should be about.

    But, in the hours leading up to it, there was a truly blissful quiet where there were absolutely no cares in the world.

    Avalon rushed about the vast hall, practicing and twirling the staff around giddily. Anaël sat cross-legged quite close to the fire, bent over the first of the arcane set with wide eyes. Khadgar chuckled softly, arm around Perry on the couch.

    “They’re lost to us, I think,” he murmured, nuzzling against his wife. No reply. He glanced over, seeing that she was lost in the pages of Elise Starseeker’s newest book.

    He laughed softly to himself, leaning his head back and sighing blissfully.

    A sudden, fuzzy feeling came down around his head, and he opened his eyes to find Avalon grinning above and behind him.

    “Merry Winter’s Veil, Dadghar!”

    She leaned down, hugging him tight, and he patted her arms.

    “Merry Winter’s Veil, my cute little murloc.”

    Avalon giggled. “Must you still call me that?”

    Khadgar grinned. “If you’re still calling me ‘Dadghar’… now what on Azeroth is on my head?”

    Perry glanced over and grinned brightly. “Greatfather Winter!”

    Anaël looked up, blinking then grinning as well. “He’s already given us our presents.”

    Khadgar wrinkled his nose, looking to Perry. “It’s one of those hats, isn’t it, dear?”

    She giggled and kissed his nose. “Maybe!” Khadgar sighed, bemused.

    Avalon vaulted over the back of the couch and landed on his other side, smiling up at him. “I think you’d be a great Greatfather Winter! You’re already charitable, and you’re fun, and you could get one of those large white beards and it’d be great!”

    Khadgar laughed. “I could GROW my own beard!”

    Avalon made no comment, simply smiling up at him.

    Perry cuddled up closer to his side, her head falling on his chest, quite warm and comforting. She kissed his jaw.

    “You’d be a great Greatfather Winter, I think. At least keep that on through the party; we’ll see what the other mages think!”

    Khadgar chuckled again. “It’s red clashing against my blue and grey robes; I can expect some smirks.”

    “Oh, it’s Winter’s Veil, Bubbly!” Perry said, beaming. “It’s a ‘festive’ look.”

    “Uh huh.”

    A bell rang throughout the hall and Avalon vaulted backwards over the back of the couch. “I got it!..” her voice echoed back to them and she was already darting up to the door.

    Khadgar looked down at his wife. “You really think I’d be a good Greatfather Winter?”

    “Yes!” Perry said, still beaming up at him before lowering her voice to a faint murmur. “I could sit in your lap, tell you what I want, thank you for your gifts--it’d be wonderful.”

    Khadgar blushed lightly and she stole a kiss from his lips. “And,” she said, “I could get to dress up as Greatmother Winter! Couple costumes.”

    Khadgar laughed, managing a faint “oh nooooo..!” Perry laughed with him.

    “Bro!” Avalon called from the door. “Meera’s here!”

    Anaël shot up from his seat on the rug, wobbling slightly and knocking his fists on his legs to try and wake them up. Despite his attention being pulled from the tome’s secrets, he still looked wide-eyed--in fact, Khadgar thought bemusedly, even more so. The young man brushed his already-tidy hair back, smoothed his crease-less robes out, and started on quickly towards the door.

    Khadgar and Perry both scooched around in their seats, watching with faint smiles.

    Avalon hummed and trotted away, twirling her new staff around again and practicing strikes against imaginary foes. Anaël helped a young Night Elf woman inside and shut the door against the cold winds and the heavy snow. Meera shook off as much as possible, but it was obvious she was cold. Anaël helped her peel off her coat, exposing a very pretty--if not all that heavy--dress-robe beneath, and they stood chatting with shy smiles in the doorway.

    “Anaël,” Greatfather Khadgar called out, “bring her on over to the fire to warm up!”

    Anaël blushed and escorted his girlfriend over. Avalon grinned, ears twitching to hear all the conversation, though she still danced around lithely, testing that staff.

    Meera sat down on the rug near the fire, still shivering, smiling politely. “Hello s-sir; ma’am.”

    “Oh, dear,” Perry said, glancing to Anaël as he joined his lady on the rug, putting a warm arm around her. “You know you don’t have to be formal. Khadgar, now’s a good time to give Meera her gift?”

    Meera blinked. “My..?”

    Khadgar smiled and nodded. “Anaël, if you’d be so kind? You’re already down there; let my old knees rest, huh?”

    Perry bit back a laugh. “You’ve used that line every single Winter’s Veil since your hair turned white to make me bend down to get the gifts, dear.”

    Khadgar blinked innocently.

    Anaël fetched from under the tree a parcel marked “Meera” from “Greatfather Winter.” She looked up at Khadgar, with his Winter’s Veil cap on, and smiled. “Th-Thanks,” she said.

    Khadgar blinked, then felt up on his head and sighed, bemused. Perry giggled into his shoulder. “You’re welcome. It’s from all of us; mostly from Greatson Winter there next to you. He made it.”

    Avalon came over again, watching with a smile as Meera opened her gift and pulled out a deep blue cloak lined with thick white fur, back designed in ultramarine and sparkling cobalt to look like the night sky. Meera looked up at Anaël, a blush starting to steal over her features, and he carefully reached around her, wrapping the cloak up nice and warm around her body.

    “B-- Because you’re as beautiful as the night sky,” he mumbled. “And it gets windy here, a lot; and cold, so I wanted to make sure you were always warm.”

    Meera’s blush deepened. She glanced shyly at Khadgar and Perry and Avalon, who all pleasantly looked away at nothing, before she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him long and soft.

    “That’s an interesting carving up there, dear,” Khadgar commented mildly, pointing up at a section of stone high up and in the furthest direction away from the young lovers as possible. “See it? The gargoyle face?”

    Perry laughed. “Bubbles, that’s just a chip in the stone!”

    “Are you sure, now?”

    Meera handed Anaël a small wrapped box. “It’s-- um-- uh, my-- would you mind if we opened it more in private?” she asked, glancing at his family.

    Khadgar smiled, glancing back at her. “Not at all, dear. Our home is your home.” He looked to his son. “No doing anything I wouldn’t do!”

    Anaël blushed. Khadgar harrumphed. “Exactly!”

    “Dadghar,” Avalon asked mildly. “Aren’t those books you gave An the same as that set you broke into the Dalaran library to read?”

    Khadgar cleared his throat loudly. “NO… they were sitting out on a table! In the section I happened to break into.” He grinned, looking from his daughter to his son. “Point is, go; shoo. I get it; go enjoy your Veil together.”

    The young lovers blushed, moving off through the hall and upstairs. Perry sighed blissfully, cuddling up tighter against Khadgar, glancing back over the couch at Avalon.

    “How’re you liking the staff, honey?”

    “It’s wonderful, ma!” Avalon said, twirling it again, then paused, looking at them and smiling. “And I’ll go wish the apprentices a merry Winter’s Veil.”

    She started off towards the door out of the hall. Perry blinked, glancing to Khadgar. “Did I scare her off?”

    Avalon stopped in the doorway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, you crazy kids!” She giggled, exiting.

    Perry rolled her eyes, blushing as a bemused smile hit her features. “Ah.”

    Khadgar shook his head, wearing a similar smile, and held her in tighter, hand coming to rest on her hip.

    Perry moved a leg over his, nuzzling against his neck then kissing it. He shivered, and she paused, moving up and kissing his ear softly…

    “Dadghar.”

    She giggled and nuzzled back in at his shoulder. He let out a loud, over-dramatic sigh, and she laughed harder.

    Things settled and the fire’s crackling filled the hall again, so very pleasant.

    “Mm--Khadgar?”

    “Hm?”

    “Tell me a story?”

    Khadgar looked at her. She smiled up at him, eyes shut--opening to look up sweetly into his. His other hand moved to her cheek, one finger stroking it softly.

    “Marlon was dead, to begin with--”

    Perry laughed. “Nooooo! A different story! You read us that tome last night--you always read that tome each Veil’s eve! I could recite it at this point!”

    Khadgar laughed. “But don’t you want to hear about how a tight-fisted money-loving old Goblin changed his ways again, dear?”

    Perry stuck out her tongue. “Something OTHER than the tale of Mr. Scruge and his ghosts, please.”

    Khadgar sighed, bemused. “Fine--fine…”

    He blinked, then paused, going silent. Perry waited, looking up at him.

    “Did I ever tell you the story of my first kiss?”

    Her ears perked up.

    “No…”

    Khadgar glanced at her shyly. She looked up, expectant. He held the pause.

    “Oh, go on! Please!”

    He grinned, and started:

<*>                    <*>                    <*>

    Winter had poured out all its snow onto the earth, but still more rained down from the skies. The streets were full of revelry and cheer; banners were hung proclaiming celebration and good-will to all. On each street corner, different groups of friends were singing with all their worth, expecting neither money nor even a crowd; just wanting to do it.

    I was--oh, I was a lot younger, back when my hair was still brown. I remember distinctly that the day had been strange; I’d actually forgotten that it was Winter’s Veil proper despite so many people excitedly awaiting it. Many of my friends were out and away, celebrating with their families or having traveled in groups somewhere else for the holiday. I, meanwhile, had gotten up like any other day only to find my employment shut and the winds quite cold, even with carrying such sentiments of mirth.

    I think I spent most of the day reading. I hadn’t bought myself any gifts; I was saving up my gold in case of emergency, and for the future of finding a more independent home-life with a family. But, books were entertaining, so I spent almost the full day reading.

    That night, however, there was going to be a grand celebration at the center of the city. There’d be a huge feast, rounds of carols around the massive great-tree they’d picked out that year, and I had a friend who was supposed to meet me there. So when it got a lot closer to that time, I wrapped myself up in a scarf and heavy clothes and I went out.

    My friend did meet me there, but the large crowd made her rather shy, and so we clambered up out of the way and sat on the deep windowsill of a building, high on the second story. A few people asked if we were all right and needed help down, but we replied we were fine, and as there was no real commotion or alarm on our part, nobody paid us any more mind.

    I don’t think she’d ever really enjoyed--or even celebrated--Winter’s Veil before. She had this look the whole time like everything was brand new and the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen. We had a wonderful view of the tree and appreciated its exquisite ornamentation, even at the highest layers.

    I can’t honestly remember anything either of us said to each other, though we talked most of the evening and night.

    And then suddenly it was late, and I realized we had to get going. The crowds were starting to disperse beneath, and we had to get back to our homes and rest. And I realized too that I really didn’t want her to go. My hand covered hers, and we both paused a moment, looking into each other’s eyes, and just--kissed.

    Her lips--oh, they were like heaven. They were so soft; so pure. It felt so fragile; like if I kissed her any deeper, she’d crack like a porcelain doll. And yet with that fragility; us just barely touching together--my heart raced faster than anything more passionate could’ve done. That fragility was as tender as either of us could ever be, in that moment, and we both were.

    I don’t think we even said goodnight, after that. We just held hands walking home, and waved, and I know I went to bed not long after but couldn’t sleep at all, staying up thinking about her and how much I wanted to spend all my lifetime with her.

<*>                    <*>                    <*>

    Khadgar blushed, his voice soft, and he glanced down at Perry again. She blushed too, biting her lip.

    “That sounds… remarkably… like my first kiss, Khadgar…”

    “Does it, now?”

    He smiled softly, and she put a hand to his cheek, drawing him in against her and kissing him again with that fragile tenderness, so light it barely touched… then again, deeper, aching to let him know all her heart’s desires to be near him.

    Hours more passed in sweet, pleasant loving.

    They lay quietly together on the rug, a pillow propped up for their heads. Perry petted his chest slowly, working her fingers in circles along it. He smiled, petting her side, and they both listened to the crackle of the logs in the hearth. Still half an hour until guests--

    The bell rang for the door.

    “I’ll get it!” Avalon called out, sprinting through the hall, pausing long enough to see her parents poke their heads up from the floor.

    “Old people,” she muttered, shaking her head before getting the huge door, squealing happily at whoever it was.

    “Uncle Momo’s here!” she called out.

    Móshù, a large dark-furred pandaren mage, poked his head over the couch to the host and hostess on the floor, waving politely and holding up gifts. “Are we all celebrating this year lying down on the rug?”

    Perry giggled. “It IS a comfortable rug…”

    The pandaren mage grinned. “Sorry to be early; I forget the time differences from Pandaria to here.”

    “That’s perfectly fine, Mo,” Khadgar said, hoisting himself up to sitting, the top Winter’s Veil hat flopping over onto the back of his neck, “we’re just glad you could make it. Do you need help with your coat, or any--?”

    “I got it, I got it!” Avalon said, helping the pandaren out of his traveling gear. Perry sighed.

    “Ava, my darling, please don’t try and spar our guests this year…”

    Móshù grinned. “That’s quite all right, Miss Starfallen; I’m perfectly happy to spar your daughter and comment on where she needs to improve!”

    Avalon narrowed her eyes playfully. “As if you’ll score even one point this year!”

    Anaël and Meera came downstairs, his hair a bit more tussled-up than before. “Who is it?” Móshù waved, grinning heartily, and they waved back.

    Perry sat up as well. “So, can we see Meera’s gift to you now, An?”

    Anaël paused and blushed lightly, then moved over to his parents. Avalon bounded over too, curious. From his neck, Anaël pulled on a chain, bringing a locket out from underneath his robes, opening it to show a beautifully-painted portrait of Meera and a tender phrase handwritten in Darnassian.

    Meera blushed, still a little further back, standing and quite lovely in her cloak. “So that he always can see me if he wants, even if he’s far away doing work,” she murmured.

    “It’s beautiful,” Perry murmured back, motioning for Meera to come closer. The younger elf did. “Who painted it?”

    “I know he doesn’t take many commissions, but I wrote Mr. Remor a letter and he replied that he’d be happy to.”

    Khadgar blinked. “Kaskaeld Remor?”

    She nodded.

    “Huh,” Khadgar mumbled. “Winter’s Veil’s spirit touches us all, I suppose.”

    The bell rang again for the door, and Avalon sprang to it with glee. Khadgar sighed and looked to his wife. “Time to get up and celebrate.”

    “Oh, poor us, that we must celebrate with our friends!” she giggled, accepting his hand as he brought her up into his arms. He paused, holding her there a long moment.

    “What?” she said, blushing under his loving gaze.

    “Just--how on Azeroth did I get so lucky?” he said softly, the fire blissfully wavering along his handsome features.

    Perry smiled, moving her hands up his chest and around his neck. “Something made you not afraid anymore to kiss me up on that windowsill, my dearest. Everything seems to have snowballed out of control from there.”

    Khadgar grinned. “What merry chaos this is, then. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

    Perry smiled tenderly and they kissed again, savoring the long, sweet moment, before the guests came in and a most enjoyable night was had by all.

[telicoffeenstuff]

quand tu retrouves un gribouillage que @drew-winchester t’avait aidé a faire, pour un petit Khadgrin, fait sur fond de compilation année 80.

(the tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime of my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife)

et qu’on avait gloussé en imaginant Khadgar danser comme Patrick Swayze.

[sugarbunnydeku]

@drew-winchester‘s Peregrïn  for the @warcraftdolls thing. :3

[aragornslegacy]

For Frodo.

[primlila-blog]

so I’m in love with @drew-winchester‘s lovely night elf, Peregrïn! I always get excited seeing art of her and Khadgar, so I wanted to do a little painting of her! Hope that’s okay!! <3

[drew-winchester]

"Where Love Finds Us"

[skymagpie]

When I gotta adjust Shazi so she fits the style along Peregrïn so we get cutesy Shazi now

[zakthefiend]

Mermay (late)

((This is beautiful. Absolutely stunning. I’ve been waiting for almost a month to write something for this, and I finally can! @drew-winchester made this beautiful piece, and I hope you enjoy!))

Peregrïn loves the ocean near the land. She hangs there the most because of the least amount of predators and the beautiful fish and corals all over the place! She especially likes all the sunlight and moonlight she gets, as well as a strange light that peers out to the sea every night...

Khadgar is a scholar currently living in a lighthouse. He’s currently writing a book on the ocean life and how important the ecosystem is. He’s also trying to write a book as a hobby but haven’t found a good premise yet!

They first met literally when they were teens. Khadgar dropped his notes in the water, and sadly walked away. A loud splash occurred and his notes appeared on dry land! Now, as any rational human would do in a situation like this, he tossed the book back into the ocean and ran away to hide. This time, he noticed pink hands tossing the notebook back onto land!

Seeing this, he tossed the book directly into the water and shoved his head to see who was in there! He did not expect a beautiful mermaid, inches away from his face, to be the culprit! His first reaction had him rolling backwards in surprise! Mermaids are real! Holy S#%*!

Perry, on her side of things, was going to peek to see who keeps dropping their book into her home, and had a very handsome human so close to her face. She physically inhaled and swam to the ocean floor! Humans were real! Holy crap!

Eventually, after dodging another heart attack, Khadgar would once again peek into the ocean. He sees a very shy Perry hiding behind a rock looking up at him. He tried to say “Hello there! Good to meet you!”, but all that came out was “Hbltlbtlbt! Gdnvfjorwkjfou!”Which had the mermaid laugh a little.

She swam up to him, pressing her lips onto his, and took a bit of air from him. Khadgar once again falls on his back in surprise! The mermaid get halfway out of the water, and rests her head on her arms looking at the goofy human. She explains mermaids can learn different languages and dialects quickly with the power of a kiss. This also supposedly allows humans to breathe much longer underwater in exchange,

Khadgar is still stuck on the kiss part.

Perry introduces herself, offering her hand to the human. Khadgar revealed his name to her and shook her wet hand. Perry begins asking Khadgar so many questions, Khadgar doing the same. The two nearly pass out from the lack of oxygen before taking a couple deep breaths.

Khadgar asks how Perry can breathe both air and water. She explains that her lungs are specially designed to not only take in the oxygen of the water, what her gills do, but also allows her to breathe oxygen as well.

Khadgar takes a bottle water out of his bag and offers it to her. The words “spring” water, caught her attention, and she IMMEDIATELY lunges away! She explains him she cannot go into fresh water areas. Her body literally burns from even a small touch of fresh water!

He immediately puts it away. He doesn’t want to hurt his nice fish friend.

The two bond after hours and hours of talking, literally stopping when it was almost twilight! Khadgar says his goodbyes, and promises to meet her at the same spot tomorrow.

He does.

[airanke]

Anduin x Jeanne suggested by @nadiaofazeroth; Jeanne belongs to @druidickats. ‘Tis an adorable OC x Canon ship I love it.

Khadgar x Peregrin suggested by both @lyssea & @pansexualpandion; Peregrin belongs to @drew-winchester. This is also a lovely OC x Canon ship and I love it.......

A lil while back I was taking OC x Canon suggestions where the catch was you could only suggest OC x Canon ships that weren’t yours. These were the only two I got yis.

[doudouyouli]

Hm... How about B2? For any character! :3

I chose peregrin from @drew-winchesterpardon drew ^ ^°

I make her angry ….

[huffle-puppy]

The Stars That Bind

@drew-winchester, I promised two things--that I’d write something happier, and that I’d write this scene. This is about as opposite in tone from my previous fics for you as I could get, which is a happy thing! (And I’m glad to be writing of happiness--I’ve had a rough few months with school that have blessedly finally evened out; else I’d’ve gotten this out to you sooner.) Enjoy :3

Khadgar woke up with a weight over his chest. His eyes darted open, quick and anxious that the Legion was attacking again and somehow had made it into the city--

    Perry’s lips met his, soft and full.

    He lay there a moment, disoriented but quickly returning to the present, before wrapping up his beloved in a tight hug, kissing her back tenderly.

    The morning light strode in upon them from behind the curtains, casting a soft glow about her. She pulled back slightly, folding her hands over his heart and setting her chin on them, bright eyes and sweet smile bathing his face in radiance.

    “Good morning, Sun,” she murmured, voice a quiet song against his ears.

    “G’morning, Stars,” he replied, stretching and yawning and settling back, hugging her close again. “What’s… time?”

    “It’s something the Bronze Dragons know a lot about, dear.” Perry giggled and kissed his chin. White stubble prickled against her lips, and she nuzzled against it, scrunching up her nose. “You’re getting to be a cactus.”

    Khadgar sighed, a smile playing at his lips. “I can shave.”

    Perry laughed. “I don’t mind you being my Cactus-Mage~!”

    She kissed his chin again and moved back out of his arms. Khadgar sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pausing looking her over. She was already dressed to go out, leather armor worn and heavy. Reliable, thick and not made for showing off the person beneath, but still…

    “Are you staying in bed all day, my love?”

    Khadgar blinked and shook his head slightly. “Hm?”

    Perry smiled softly, tucking a white strand of hair behind one elven ear. “Are you staying in bed all day? You paused, looking at me.”

    He blushed lightly. “Of course I paused, looking at you. Why wouldn’t I pause, love?”

    She giggled, a dash of purple rushing over her pink features, but gave no reply. He smiled and hoisted himself up out of bed, cleaned himself off, and dressed to go in robes that had seen so much conflict.

    “So, where to?” he asked, meeting her at the door.

    Perry’s smile faded. “Darkshore. Even with-- Even with things settled, and Deathwing finally gone--”

    “There’s still so much to do,” Khadgar murmured.

    She nodded, face set in determination and courage. His heart moved faster, looking into her eyes, and he took a breath to steady himself, nodding back. They would do as much good as they could, today. And-- perhaps--

    Well, perhaps it was time.

    There was, after all, something waiting in Ashenvale he’d set up. The elves there were patient; they’d still be waiting, surely--

    Khadgar summoned a portal around them, and moments later it crackled and crept away again to the ether, and they stood huddled together against the Lor’danel winds.

    The shoreline bathed them in what should have been a resplendent serenity. The water broke along the edge of the town and down the sandy beach for miles, waves cresting and filling the air with sighs of power before they receded and another took their place. The trees seemed almost to hum against the wooded edge of Lor’danel, and the occasional wisp darted too and fro merrily. Animals wandered in curiously to be greeted by the tall, friendly populace, and beyond the ocean’s edge, far out into the water--just a bit too far to comfortably swim--the massive tree Teldrassil stood, looming, a pillar to the everlasting victory of nature and nurtured hope. Home of the Night Elves, Perry’s people--

    His beloved, Khadgar noted, maintained her brave demeanor, yet the occasional small fidget in her fingers let him see a tired anxiety beneath. Perry was, after all, as small as he himself was, compared to the tall elves, and, though they for the most part seemed quite polite, he knew every race to have some inborn judgmental streak. He himself had worked hard to turn off those thoughts when working with Orcs, and even then some residual murmurs rumbled about.

    “Anywhere specifically you had in mind, my dearest?”

    He took her hand in his, warm and strong, and the fidget ceased as she glanced back at him. Her brief, sweet smile lit up his soul.

    “There’s a refugee camp a few miles down the road,” Perry said. “They were hit hard after Auberdine collapsed. The elementals and cultists in the area were taken care of, but I’m sure they could use all they help they could get, right now.

    Khadgar nodded, found the Saber-Keeper in the town, and chartered a ride down the shoreline to the Auberdine ruins. Perry was delighted to climb on the back of the large saber cat, and Khadgar, who had far less experience with them, tried to remain as pleasantly calm as possible. If he could deal with the Legion out in Outland, it was absolutely foolish that a giant cat would scare him!

    Especially considering that Perry, being a druid, could turn into a (albeit smaller) cat with just as ferocious claws and fangs.

    Although, perhaps he should be frightened. She was, after all, the last person he ever wanted to make angry…

    Perry giggled as he hugged her waist tighter. “It’s just a big lovable kitty, Khadgar!” she called back against the wind rushing around them. He said nothing, smiled, and hugged her tighter still.

    Soon enough, they got to the ruins of the once-great Auberdine. Khadgar looked on in sorrow at the great devastation wrought upon the town; buildings fractured and sunken into the ground; water and sand consuming the foundations; massive jutting cracks of earth spearing upwards, carving through the old town roads and homes.

    Perry looked on with him, pain inexpressibly quiet in her eyes, before turning back to the saber and thanking it for taking them this far, petting its long mane and making it trot over to Khadgar and poke its fluffy head under his hand. The mage started, looking down at it quickly, then chuckled and gave it a suitable reward of scritches before it trotted back to the road and took off back to Lor’danel.

    “Let’s find this camp, then,” Khadgar said. Perry moved over, taking his hand and squeezing it tight, and together they walked on past the Auberdine ruins.

    The camp didn’t take too long to find; off the main path leading out from the town, by the road’s sign-post, a large area of grass had been trampled down. Upon it, tents were erected from tarps that had seen better weather and the straightest fallen branches the elves could find. Against the back edge, a caravan was parked, and from it, various clothes and medical supplies were being distributed and stored away again. A scarce number of refugees huddled together against the winds, barely fifty by Khadgar’s count; less than half of the town’s populace. However, he knew, trying to shine hope back on that bleak thought, that any in better shape would’ve already made their way up to Lor’danel.

    Dentaria Silverglade, a Priestess of the Moon, pale skin accentuated by her white satin robes, looked up from one of the refugees on the ground. She stood, taller than either the human or his elven lover, but nonetheless bowed in respect.

    “May I help you two?”

    “That’s what we wanted to ask you,” Perry said softly. The elves of the camp watched the newcomers wearily, but Perry’s gaze stayed focused on the Priestess. The taller woman blinked, then smiled.

    “Help would be appreciated,” Dentaria replied. “I fear the tasks will be menial and few; we have most of what we need. Nonetheless, we would not turn down your offer.”

    Khadgar smiled. “What do you need, Priestess?”

    Dentaria turned her gaze to him. One of the elven mages of the camp, recognizing Khadgar, offered him a brisk salute before continuing his work.

    “Firewood to last the night and any herbs you can find--especially anything edible, though those with toxins we can use in salves and treatments.”

    The couple set off into the Darkshore woods.

    Khadgar, determined not to upset any of the wonderful trees--and any forest critters whose homes were in there--limited himself only to branches that had fallen. There were, blessedly, many of them, and it wasn’t long before he had to summon arcane servants to carry the back-breaking load of firewood.

    Perry, meanwhile, who they determined was far more likely to recognize specific herbs from any tall blades of overgrown grass, sprinted along in the forest, pausing by the edge of a nearby river, looking along the base and roots of each tree, giving her pleasant regards to the bears and stags and cats that roamed free through the area.

    An hour passed this way, and they returned to camp with what they’d amassed.

    Dentaria, surprised and delighted, thanked them both for their efforts. There was, as she commented bashfully, however very little the camp could give back, including even such a meager reward as lunch. Perry laughed, shaking her head, saying sweetly that no reward was necessary. The knowledge they were safer and better off was reward enough.

    The elves of the camp watched her more intently, some even smiling. Small in stature and different as she was, there was a pure heart beneath an irresistible smile.

    Khadgar certainly thought so, lost once more in her presence. It was definitely time, he thought to himself.

    He took her hand, thanking the Priestess and wishing the camp well, and summoned another portal. Perry stepped through it first, he followed, and they came out at the wondrous Astranaar, further down the continent in Ashenvale.

    The elven town, larger than Auberdine and intact, bustled with its occupants. Night Elves went too and fro, mostly uninhibited, though the occasional Sentinel, Draenei, or Worgen wandering through broke the quiet hum of their forest lives. Around them all, the trees sighed and leaned in, protection; beyond them, a natural river carved around the island of the town.

    A safe haven, beautiful, sweet.

    Perry looked around, smiling brightly. “Khadgar? We’re having lunch here?”

    Khadgar smiled to himself, glancing around. The tailor of the town, sitting out on his front porch and watching the world, got up and bowed to the mage, going inside his shop.

    “Khadgar?”

    Perry looked back to him, smile still lighting up her features. Khadgar met her gaze, thoughts racing and heart starting to pound harder, nervous. Perry blinked.

    “That’s a very wistful smile to have, my darling.” Perry moved to him, taking his hands. “What’s clouding your thoughts?”

    Khadgar looked around, sighing. The trees were so old and so wonderfully strong. Some of the branches overlapped; some even intertwined. Old souls spinning their way up to the heavens.

    Khadgar took a deep breath, looking back to his beloved.

    “Peregrïn Starfallen.”

    Perry blinked again, eyes opening wider after. Her breath slowed, and her face colored purple. After all this time, hearing him say her name in such soft, rich tones still made her heart skip.

    Khadgar started to say something, paused, then chuckled and looked down, hand moving into a pocket of his robes and fishing about for something.

    “I-- Well. Perry. I’m not-- I know I’m not the best with speeches and eloquence--” He pulled something out of his pocket, something small, that she couldn’t see quite yet-- “--and I also know, beyond any magic I’ve learned; books I’ve memorized-- histories, anything-- that I love you. I love being near you. I love every moment I have with you. So I’m going to do something that terrifies me, irrationally, far more than any demon invasion.”

    Khadgar knelt down before her, looking up with a faint smile. Perry’s breath caught, and the world around was silent, in awe, watching them. Khadgar revealed the small box he’d pulled from his robe, opening it to show a ring, a carved perfect pearl inset among the petals of a pure white starflower.

    “Peregrïn Starfallen, will you grant me the privilege of being your husband?”

    Perry gulped. A faint smile slowly danced along her face. She opened her mouth to speak, shut it again, and nodded, smile growing faster and faster. Khadgar let out a deep breath, relaxing, taking her hand in his, warm and gentle, so much coarser with war, and slid the cold band onto her slender finger.

    She looked at it, grinning ear to ear, then threw her arms around him as he stood again, kissing him with deep, tender passion. He held her close, kissing back with as much loving energy.

    How long she held that intimate contact, she didn’t know. Time was nonexistent. All that there was was him.

    She did finally pull back with a giggle, blushing deep purple. “Why, d-- darling, was that so much more terrifying?”

    Khadgar blushed, looking away sheepishly. “If you said no…”

    Perry wrinkled her nose and covered his cheek and neck with a myriad of soft kisses, hugging him tighter.

    “Do you really think, Khadgar, that I would have ever refused you? I love you with all my being. Wherever you are; whatever happens-- I will forever be yours, and you mine.”

    Khadgar smiled, nuzzling her cheek.

    Perry paused, still blushing. “Does this mean now we have to go mad with inviting everyone and decorations and…?”

    She trailed off, wincing. Khadgar chuckled, nodding over to the tailor’s hut.

    Perry glanced over. The tailor smiled and waved, beckoning her to come in. She blinked up at Khadgar.

    “You didn’t… did you?”

    He chuckled. “I thought it’d be easier than trying to create a big fuss for weeks on end and rescheduling everyone’s lives…”

    She blushed and moved over curiously to the tailor’s shop, disappearing inside. Khadgar gulped, moving over to the row of houses against one side of the town. The Night Elves beamed, appraising him, and the tailor’s wife handed him a bundle, bowing deeply. Khadgar took it, bowing back, saying in his best elven that he was extremely grateful to her and her husband before moving off to change.

    The sun, just starting to dip down in the sky, cast a golden glow through the leaves, sending shadows and beautiful patterns of nature scattered along the ground. Secluded in a small grove at the edge of Astranaar, a Moonwell of glowing, pure waters cast an ethereal light. The townsfolk were seated pleasantly or standing by the ring of trees, leaving room down the middle aisle. In the pure waters, another Priestess of Elune stood, covered in light robes and a thick, deep hood, so that the Goddess herself could see through her.

    Khadgar stood at the Moonwell’s edge at her command, dressed in an elven suit of fine white silks. He breathed as evenly as he could, yet nothing could prepare him as the crowd let out a murmur of reverence. He turned.

    Perry stood at the end of the aisle. The tailor had outdone himself: her wedding gown rolled smoothly along her top half, outlining her with dignity and regality fit for an angel itself. It was cut deep along her front and back, and along her shoulders and the border of the cut, white rose petals had been sewn in, adorning her with the delicate beauty of the finest craftsmanship nature had. The sleeves ended at the elbow loosely, and white lace, dazzled with jewels tenderly shaped in floral arcs, wound its way up to her wrist and along the back of her hands.

    Seamlessly, the tight fabric billowed out along her hips and below, giving such slender folds as the robes the maidens of the stars might wear. Against her hip was fashioned a five-pointed flower of huge white petals, and along her ears the glitter of small chains connecting piercings hung down.

    Perry met his gaze with a soft smile, vulnerable but without any shyness. She was his to behold.

    And behold he did. That such a sight of magnificence and beauty could ever appear before him, much less be wed to him--

    “Light above,” he managed to mumble.

    Perry made her way down the aisle to him, slow, steady strides. The dress billowed around her feet but never once threatened to get caught under them. The crowd murmured in awe as she passed them by, shining brighter than any star above, bathed in the soft glow of the sunlight and the glistening purity of the Moonwell.

    She came to her beloved’s side and stood still, facing him, a blush spreading slowly along her features as she looked over his visage. He was a statue come to life; so perfectly, achingly handsome, white hair and drawn face; strong and tall, sleek and powerfully magnetic in his suit, drawing her in without any attempt. Elven patterns wound around his chest, and she resisted hard the urge to brush her fingers along every one of them.

    The Priestess took a deep breath, reaching her hands up to the heavens. The lovers looked to her as the Moonwell shined brighter. She brought her arms down, slow, slow…

    Her voice rang out, deep and high, charged with power:

    “I am the Queen of the Starry Vaults, the residing Mistress of Heaven, the Moon in all her phases and majesty. I preside now over the union of two mortals, their paths irreversibly entwined; their souls, in my will, to bind together for all the eons left that Time shall spin its webs. Lest this be done with error, I offer first the chance to any and all who can think of a reason why these two may not wed. Speak, if you have words with which to speak.”

    The elves of Astranaar and all of nature beyond stayed silent.

    The Priestess of Elune bowed, then held out her hands.

    “Join hands and step into my waters.”

    Khadgar glanced at Perry. She glanced back. They smiled faintly, and with interlaced fingers stepped up the steps to the Moonwell and into the pure waters. Despite the liquid, though, neither their legs nor their garments seemed to get the slightest bit wet.

    “Face each other.”

    They did, and it took all their will not to embrace, their beaming faces full with such sweet intimacy.

    “Take both hands.”

    They did, interlacing their fingers; no balance of power between them save equality in love.

    The Priestess produced from her robes two golden cords, tying them one at a time around either set of hands. Neither Perry or Khadgar even felt the fabric, too busy looking into each other’s eyes. The Priestess receded again to her place.

    “Speak the vows of the Soul, and give your ties meaning.”

    “Khadgar. To you, I give the years of my life. To you, I give the air and the fire, and all my power with which you may do as you will. I give you my unending devotion, my loyalty, and all the hours and chambers of my heart. Within you, I give a piece of my soul, to nourish and cherish and grow, to be your calm in any storm of life, to be your shield and defense, to be your sword and guardian. I give to you all I have, all I shall ever be, and all that I am. Until Time’s wheel cracks and the echoes of Eternity fall silent again in the realm of the Divine, I pledge my soul as yours.”

    Perry spoke softly, murmuring without even knowing the words. They flowed neat and beautiful from her mouth, and with each syllable the golden cords along their arms glowed brighter.

    “Peregrïn. To you, I give the years of my life. To you, I give the water and the earth, and all my power with which you may do as you will. I give you my unending service, my faithfulness, and all the hours and chambers of my heart. Within you, I give a piece of my soul, to nourish and cherish and grow, to be strength in any time of hardship, to be your shield and defense, to be your sword and guardian. I give to you all I have, all I shall ever be, and all that I am. Until the Stars crumble from the sky and the Divine Beings of Elune and Eonar fall once again to the next cycle of Creation, I pledge my soul as yours.”

    Khadgar’s words came out smooth and entranced. The golden cords burned bright as the sun along their arms.

    “Kiss,” Elune murmured, “and be One.”

    The lovers kissed, and everything melted away. The cheer of the Night Elves around them, the electricity sparkling through the air, the wisps watching on, the trees, the earth, the sky: nothing was there. They stood together, pressed together, lips caressing, a zenith of all they could be. They felt each other, knew each other, and beyond the plane of mortality, their souls entwined and held fast, pieces of a grand cosmic puzzle that had found each other after so very long.

    The Priestess gently undid the cord, and the kiss broke. Perry and Khadgar looked at each other, breathing hard in a daze, the static of their connection no less heightened than it was, no less than it ever would be now. The Night Elves were clapping in a steady rhythm, and they looked together to the end of the aisle where a broom had been placed along the ground.

    Jump over it together, enter the new life.

    They grinned to each other, rushing forward, the world passing by in a smooth shifting set of colors, and in one motion, they were over the broom and out of the glade, off into the world.

    Rain started to fall from new clouds above. Perry glanced up and laughed. Khadgar grinned, still watching her gorgeousness, still squeezing her hand tight. He summoned another portal, taking them to an inn by the quieter end of Ashenvale, near the border of Darkshore overlooking the ocean. Without breaking stride, he went in with her, lifted her up into his arms, and carried her to the room the innkeeper had set aside for him--the best one there was to offer.

    There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her; nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Without a second thought, they were bound for this and every lifetime. Husband and Wife. Khadgar and Peregrïn.