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Chapters: 134/134 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Mathias Shaw/Edwin VanCleef, Baros Alexston & Edwin VanCleef Characters: Mathias Shaw, Edwin VanCleef, Pathonia Shaw, Baros Alexston, The whole Stonemasons' Guild, Stormwind's Assassins Guild, Original Characters, Characters are going to be updated, Khadgar (Warcraft), Bazil Thredd, Onyxia (Warcraft) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Minor Injuries, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Class Issues, Class Differences, Communism, Friends to Lovers, Lovers To Enemies, Childhood Friends to Lovers, VanShaw - Freeform, Pre-Third War (Warcraft), Abusive Parents, Grooming, longfic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Labour, Not Beta Read, Eventual Sex, Eventual Smut, Implied Sexual Content, soft nsfw, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Light BDSM, NSFW is in chapter 91, There is also some in chapter 80, the longer I write the hornier I become, The Author Regrets Nothing, Miscommunication, NSFW in chapter 109, Powerbottom Mathias is a thing I enjoy sometimes, NSFW in chapter 117, Rope Bondage Summary:

Mathias Shaw is young. He's not even fifteen, but he already had enough time to get to know and understand death better than many adults. He's also an Assassin, even when he is still considered too young to take on his first contract: his fate was set years ago and he believed himself to be ready for it no matter what it took.

Edwin VanCleef is also young and his hands are cold, but he had to learn as fast as he could. After all, all he wanted was to be a Stonemason.

Neither of them had been ready for the war, nor leaving their home behind, nor the uncertainty that took their lives and fates.

They also weren't ready to find the other among their own hopelessness.

I JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THAT I FINISHED TRANSLATING ALL OF THAT YEARS AGO????

#Edwin VanCleef #Mathias Shaw #VanShaw #My Fic #Pre Defias Era #My writting #This is archivelocked in AO3 for a reason and you all know why #Anyway yeah the were young and unaware #The VanShaw no one asked for #I was also young and unaware so forgive any of my numerous translation mistakes and bad grammar I guess #The vanshaw nobody asked for.

guiltfactory

i would like if something horrible and invasive was happening to him and his boundaries were violated and he was uncomfortable and scared

imjunebitch

"can mutuals dm" "can mutuals ask for your discord" girl, mutuals have an implied invitation to my wedding

godlessondheimite

In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.

nobodys-odyssey

Taylor Swift does this

godlessondheimite

no she doesn’t

nobodys-odyssey

You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.

dancinbutterfly

#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic

papayajuan2019

paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance

marmorada

virtualgirladvance

skopostheorie

Once I "made" a custom emoji for my mum by crudely drawing a hijab on it and now whenever she wants me to buy a coffee for her I get a text like this

cnmcn

absolutley enchanted by cobepee

honeywitchwowedition

#vanshaw #“I have work to do”/“That's my middle name. Edwin Work VanCleef. You can start anytime”

my-dailydreams

fibul

there's no temptress quite as irresistible as the mid afternoon sleepies

dono-cho

s4mm4n

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

argumate

you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter

lastweekseyeliner

every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud