Greentea Dragon

they/them | writer | wranduin enjoyer please feel free to send me your wranduin writing prompts and requests I'm also always looking for roleplay partners for this ship https://greentea-dragon.github.io/

[greentea-dragon]

Once I'm done with this one writing project I'm working on I might put my focus on this random MoP Wranduin plot bunny that bit me some time ago. Anduin follows Wrathion into places that he will come to regret. Danger, action, and being stuck in a closed space with your teenage crush... what more do you need in a story?

[subwaybug]

La Belle Prince sans Merci

Based off: ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’ - Frank Dicksee

[mistsofpandaria]

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[lambylingames]

tossing these sketches i shared with discord forever ago into the wild since i'm still not in a place to draw much ~__~ was really in a mop little guys-mood for a while.........

[aerybunchronicles]

We’re nearing the completion of Volume 1 of our manga, and fitting for the still sweet and beautiful early atmosphere, this illustration came to life.

What could be sweeter? 🌸

The affection between the two is almost tangible. 🩷

Yours, Aery & Bun

[honeypiehotchner]

i want to read a very specific fanfic and i’m so mad that i can’t (it’s sitting in my drafts) (unfinished)

[honeypiehotchner]

so glad this post is resonating with people bc it’s still resonating with me as i am once again not working on said fanfics that i want to read

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

can’t even joke about wishing my fics could write themselves without people mistaking it for ai usage anymore. what a lost whimsy

[dreamu-draws]

I've been kinda down recently so naturally I drew an entire page of my sillies

[lowburnup]

#commission #Warcraft #Nefarian #Onyxia #Wrathion #Sabellian Let's have some fun, boys and girl

[greentea-dragon]

We are inviting every European retail player to join our Wranduin neighborhood! 🏡✨ We are a small community right now, and would like to welcome other like minded people to join us 💕doing endeavors together, decorating, and other game content in a relaxed atmosphere! 🎮

We are an Alliance neighborhood and have plenty of room left for people so don't be shy! We want to make new friends 👉👈 Feel free to message me for more information or an invitation!

[atomeja]

the boys for Sam 😌✨💕...!!!!

[aerybunchronicles]

✨ Our contribution to the Wranduin Secret Santa 2025! ✨

Of course we don’t want to keep our Secret Santa gift from you! We really hope you enjoy it. Our Secret Santa partner this year was the wonderful @greentea-dragon. :) It was truly a pleasure. <3

Look forward to more Wranduin content and to our upcoming manga about the two of them! (A short story as a doujinshi will also be available from us soon. Check out our social media channels!)

If you wish to see it (probably) in a better quality, I´d suggest to go to our patreon (no worries, it´s for free!)

AeryBun_Chronicles | Patreon

Manga & Cosplay

[jadeismyname]

A Distraction

Rating: Mature

World of Warcraft

Wrathion/Anduin Wrynn

Summary:

"Well, if you don't want to go for a walk, then I could think of something else..."

Notes:

My contribution to the Wranduin discord server 2025 Secret Santa exchange!

For: Mauvaiscadeau

Winter Veil Bingo 2025 Prompt: snow

[strangeharpy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World of Warcraft Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wrathion/Anduin Wrynn Characters: Wrathion (Warcraft), Anduin Wrynn, Faerin Lothar Additional Tags: Reunions, Canon Compliant, The Feast of Winter Veil, World of Warcraft: The War Within, Fluff, Kissing Summary:

Anduin sends Wrathion a letter. Wrathion decides to respond in person.

Here’s the gift I wrote for the Wranduin Secret Santa event! The prompt was for something fluffy and slice of life, and this idea hit me almost fully formed. I hope y’all enjoy!

[greentea-dragon]

My Secret Santa this year was Hasenmaedchen and they mentioned liking Anduin with long hair and Wrathion with sharp teefies so, oops? It's porn! Really. It's just. It's just filthy porn. Merry Winterveil? jhkjdfskjh

Title: Reunion Rating: Explicit Tags: post WoD AU-ish, slight dubcon, but Anduin actually very much wants it, kinda feral Wrathion, top!Wrathion, bottom!Anduin, porn with barely any plot, yet surprisingly fluffy at times, vague references to underage sex in Pandaria Summary: When Wrathion marches back to Stormwind out of the blue after being missing for years, Anduin is suddenly having to face his old feelings and finds himself from ruminating in his rooms. Wrathion also finds him from ruminating in his rooms, but he doesn't hold the same kind of hesitations about their reunion as Anduin does.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[greentea-dragon]

random vampire!Anduin drabble inspired by @strangeharpy and I's ramblings, it purely exists to allow me to puke out the mental images that were plaguing me and its going here instead of Ao3

rating: G summary: Wrathion has been doing his best to help Anduin after he got turned into a vampire unexpectedly, staying in the Stormwind Keep to make sure that he feeds and rests enough. But despite his best efforts he sometimes feels like Anduin is slipping from between his fingers, and it has been challenging to get the blonde to open up.

Wrathion shifted slowly into awakeness, the kind of stirring from a night’s sleep you had when you barely were aware enough of rolling over and finding a comfortable new position to drift off in again. But as he moved over and reached his arm out almost instinctively to pull the other body against his, he discovered that it was not there where he had left it. Gone was the chilly form of the young man whose ice cold fingers so often had found their way against his burning skin in search of comfort recently, and who had been soaking in his body warmth for a bit over a month now that they had found this arrangement that helped him rest more easily. ‘More easily’ was a rather relative term though, when the starting point had been no rest at all.

The dragon rubbed the pad of his palm over his sleepy eyes as he tried to blearily take account of his surroundings to see where the other man could have gone to. The room was only bathed in the cold light of the moon and the few candles that had not yet died out, casting the space into a blue midnight shroud. He shifted his legs under the covers, warm and soft, and raised his head from the pillow that still called for him, but the urgency to make sure that his companion was alright won over that yearning.

It took him a moment, blinking his glowing red eyes in the darkness of the room as he leaned against an elbow and brushed his wild mane of hair back with the fingers of one hand, before he finally spotted the familiar figure.

He sat there on the window sill of the giant glass panes with his knees drawn up and hugged close to his chest, threatening to sink into the shadows of the room while half of him was illuminated by the bright moonlight. Looking fragile like a porcelain vase positioned precariously on the edge, and equally as pale thanks to his condition that had quite literally drawn the warmth of life out of him.

Wrathion pushed himself into a fully sitting position on the bed now, the covers pooling at his naked waist as he watched Anduin’s quiet form.

The way his long hair had been released from its bindings and resting over his right shoulder, where even now the delicate fingers of his left hand were absentmindedly and slowly combing through it like a nervous tic. The way his loose white collared shirt rested against his body but did not betray the movements of a breath that were no longer there, the piece of garment looking over-sized on his slender figure and still not long enough to help cover the pale expanse of his legs or his bare rear that his small clothes surely did nothing to protect from the bite of the chilly stone he sat upon.

Of course, that chill no longer bothered him. He probably did not even register it, or how he surely should have been feeling cold from sitting for who knew how long so close to the big windows if he had still been fully human.

Anduin’s expression was set into a melancholic trance as he stared outside. No doubt once more thinking of how life simply continued on no matter what horrible things happened, and how his death, or undeath, had very little effect on that. His blue eyes, one of the only things to remain the same about him after everything, were staring off at nothing in particular, and his plush cold lips were lightly parted as if he was about to go and draw a breath again at any moment now, revealing the slightest sliver of his sharp canines.

When Wrathion had found him those few months ago the blonde had been a mess. Stubbornly starving and delirious as he refused any ideas of feeding from his father and others who were close enough to him to know about his newly cursed condition. And even after the dragon had managed to goad him into begrudgingly feeding there had been the trouble of sleeping.

Anduin did not sleep anymore, not in the traditional sense at least, but he required rest just like any other creature. But rest had been hard to come by, as the blonde had admitted in a whisper laced in shame, because how could he know rest when he was so aware of being a monster. It had taken them weeks of work, and trial and error, to finally have the blonde feel comfortable enough to settle into his version of sleep in Wrathion’s arms. Cuddled close into his warmth when he Keep lay quiet around them and the city outside slept, closing his eyes and lying so still and pale that at times the dragon feared that he would never wake up again.

His strong and steady heartbeat helped him to relax, Anduin had confessed to him once, saying that it felt like a comforting metronome that he could focus his thoughts on instead of the horrors that lurked in every corner of his mind. It seemed like such a pitiful comfort to offer, but Wrathion was ready to take any little win in this battle.

The blonde did not react in any way when the dragon rose from the bed and pushed himself to his bare feet, the loose sleeping pants that he wore settling to hang low on his hips. He did not make any attempt to conceal his steps through the space, but he might as well have employed full stealth with the way Anduin did not notice him approaching, just continuing to stare idly outside. Or perhaps out of this world completely, listening to whatever it was that his mind plagued him with and kept him only half present at any time, leaving the prince looking like nothing but a ghost as he occupied his own rooms day in and out.

Finally Wrathion was close enough that he could reach out and place one warm hand on top of the chilly one that Anduin had wrapped around his knees, and the blonde did a sharp inhale of breath in surprise more out of old born habit than any need. He turned to look at the dragon with the kind of startled confusion you felt when you were suddenly yanked from somewhere else entirely into this time and place, and it took a moment for the alarm to die off from his expression.

“You startled me,” Anduin confessed quietly, moving his hand so that Wrathion could slip his fingers between his cold digits and hold his hand more proper, and the dragon did, as he stepped closer to offer any faint comfort of his body heat as he stood next to the blonde’s shoulder.

“I did not mean to,” Wrathion confessed equally as quiet, not always fully sure how to handle this new fragile way the blonde was sometimes, except with the kind of patience and gentleness that he really was not known for but was discovering that he held a lot of potential for when it came to Anduin.

“You were staring off again,” he continued with a gentle prompt in hopes of either inspiring the once-human to talk about what was bothering him, or to break him out of this spell of melancholia so he could return back to bed. And Anduin looked oddly caught and guilty as if getting lost in your thoughts and staring off were some kind of a crime, or maybe it was more the nature of his thoughts that he shied away from admitting, and he turned to give a glance outside the window again even when it still looked like he wasn’t fully present and seeing the actual view.

“I’m sorry,” the prince said softly, even when there was nothing to be sorry for, but guilt and need for some kind of outer forgiveness had been dominating themes in his speech lately. “It’s just…” and he hesitated, his lips opening and closing like the words he wanted to say and the things he wanted to admit were right there on the tip of his tongue, but whatever it was that he was afraid of was still keeping him from spilling them. And when he turned back to Wrathion it was clear that he had given up the fight again and was instead taking the path of less resistance.

“It’s just hard sometimes. To rest,” Anduin admitted, a half truth at best but the brunette didn’t press. That had hardly helped at all as he had discovered fast, and it was best to allow the blonde to approach these things on his own. The only thing Wrathion had not been ready to compromise with was getting Anduin to feed before he withered away completely, no matter how the prince had resisted and argued against it.

There was a moment of silence as the dragon wasn’t sure what to say that wouldn’t just be him pointing out that Anduin’s words were nothing much but vague fluff to keep him from prying. But then he took that hand that he had been holding, and gently pulled the human away from the window where the sight of people always managed to only make him feel sadder it seemed.

“Come, you must be cold,” Wrathion said, pointedly ignoring the fact that Anduin could never again not feel cold and that the chill of the night did nothing to affect that; and the blonde said nothing to correct him either as he simply slid off the window sill quietly and allowed the dragon to guide him back to the warm bed silent as a ghost. Where Wrathion made sure to wrap the covers carefully all around him as he pressed his cold nose on the dragon’s collarbone and curled his chilled fingers against his skin, and made a quiet sigh of a sound as those warm and strong arms wrapped up around him and hid him away from the rest of the world with more care than he really deserved. And for a brief moment he could pretend like the constant ringing call in the back of his head that kept him perpetually restless with its pull could be covered by the sound of Wrathion’s strong heart beat.

[greentea-dragon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: May I have this dance and every dance that comes after it? Rating: T Tags: crossdressing, slight internalized problems, where Anduin feels embarrassed over being in a dress, but he loves it, date night, dancing, fluff, so much fluff, impure intentions with lace underwear, fade to black summary: Wrathion has a Vision for their date night, and Anduin has decided to give him free hands with it, just being there for the ride.

This was written for @dreamu-draws's art that was part of our server gift exchange, I wasn't supposed to do this but I saw their wonderful art and got possessed by demons and punched this out in one sitting. Merry Wranduinmas to all!