Just finished going through what I decided as part 1 of my story. I’m super nervous to post this but a couple of you said you’d read it, so why not?
Side note: This is probably going to turn into a very cheesy romance throughout.
This is a self insert fanfic for the World of Warcraft universe.
Along with the self insert, it is very true to myself. Especially the fact that I’m a big ass cry baby.
Pairing is self insert and OC of mine (Will attach photo of OC).
OC’s name, Fânndaer, is pronounced either “Fan-Dare” or “Fan-day-er” (that’s how I say it)
Set in the xpac, Legion. I started playing in Legion so it’s my favorite part of the timeline.
I dunno what else to say about it, lol. Anyway, here it is @ravenholdt-crypts
your comment made me just say fuck it and start posting my writing. So thank you.
Part 1.
Words: 2253
Rest of story under cut, just cuz it’s so damn long.
I've been dragged into a war I don't want to be a part in. The Alliance and Horde, from as young as I can remember, were nearly always in some sort of war. I'm not and I most certainly don't agree with all the fighting. Yet there it was, on another planet, Argus. Both Horde and Alliance were fighting against something greater than them both but each side managed to keep some sort of war going with each other.
Why did I have to be dragged into this mess? was always a question that ran through my mind. I, a young woman much like everyone else, with black hair and hazel eyes that don't miss a single detail of anything. I'm of average height, around five feet five inches, and with having powers slightly beyond my control, am apprenticing under the great Khadgar. An older gentleman with piercing blue eyes and graying to white hair, he was a spectacle. Tall and muscular, although his wardrobe always hid his physique, he was very beautiful for a man of 46 years. He's always there to help with anything and he is a great teacher. Khadgar's always watching over me, meaning he takes me everywhere with him. Whether it be to Argus to assist Prophet Velen, Turalyon, or Illidan, or the Broken Shore, helping the Champions of Azeroth on their quest to save our world. I'm with him everywhere.
"There's much to learn, young one! I won't be here forever and I'm going to need someone to take my place when I'm gone." Khadgar, as if boasted, while we walked up the many stairs to the top of the small mount, a group of people waiting for us at the top.
"Sir, you say that as if you're going to be gone within a month." I begin to protest but he just waves his hand above his head.
"But you know I won't. We still have a war to end!" Giving a hearty chuckle, he slows so I can catch up and he throws an arm around my shoulders, allowing us to walk side by side up the remaining stairs we had to traverse.
As we reached the top, that group of people Khadgar was greeting today were already there. He had removed his arm from my shoulders and walked towards them with the cheerful greeting he gave all the champions that were helping fight the war. I'm still standing at the top of the stairs, watching them for a few moments before,as if somewhat reluctantly, finding my place at Khadgar's side.
"Now, here's everything you need to continue on your adventure," he said as he went about passing out scrolls with all the information these men and women would need to know for their next adventure. I managed a small smile watching him work before going back to daydreaming and letting my eyes wander elsewhere.
Khadgar had walked back to join me once more and that's when I finally looked at the group of Azeroth's great champions. One stood out, truly stood out, must be about six and a half feet tall, bright red hair thrown up into one of the worst pony tails I've ever seen. They were light skinned and had long, pointed ears as well as glowing gold eyes, and they were staring right back at me.
I peeled my eyes off of them and quickly walked off, causing a scene that made the group turn their attention to me before Khadgar had managed to get it back to him. Not knowing what was happening, my mind raced at a million miles an hour. Oh by God, why did I run off like that? With hand on my heart, I turn, seeing Khadgar approach the place that I had run off to.
"Hey, hey, hey... What happened to you? Are you alright?" he seemed very concerned, it showing in his eyes and he lifts my face to watch my expression, if not, my eyes.
"Yeah. I-I'm fine. I'm not always good with big crowds, don't worry about me." I tell him, trying to not go into the real reason why I had run. I know Khadgar cares but I don't need a new father figure so it'd be better if he'd just leave and let me come back to learn when I've regained my composure.
With a deep sigh, he pulls me into a hug and plants a gentle kiss on the top of my head. I glance up to him, wrapping my arms around his torso to return the hug.
"Thanks for worrying about me, Khadgar, but you don't have to. I can take care of myself."
"I figured you'd say that, but I don't mind at all. I haven't needed to watch over someone in a very long time and to be honest, it's nice to do so once again."
The both of us let go and I stayed where I was for a little while longer, looking over the land that had just recently looked so mesmerizing. Now it had been filled with demons roaming about, unsafe for anyone to enjoy. A quiet sigh had escaped my lips. Rubbing my eyes, trying so hard to make my mind go blank.
I still couldn't get the short memory of the man, who had noticed me staring at him, out of my head. He was strikingly handsome and way better looking than anyone I had ever seen before. But there was one thing I couldn't shake. He was a Blood Elf, fighting for the Horde. I've always heard that blood elves were so full of themselves. I wasn't on any side, just like Khadgar, I was neutral, just trying to help everyone out.
Glancing down at my watch, I realized I had taken longer than I wanted, I needed to get back to Khadgar. I'm sure he needed my help with something at this point. Gritting my teeth and with a gentle rubbing of my temples I turn to head back. To my surprise, that striking man stood before me, causing me to jump and lose my footing. I wanted to scream in that split second I knew I was going to fall, but I didn't. All I felt was the wind on my face at the edge of the mount, strong hands gripping at me with all their might. Looking back, of course, it had to be the blood elf that stood out from everyone else.
He pulled me up and a smirk crossed his face. "Be careful, little one. I'm sure someone who cares about you wouldn't want you to fall."
I was at a loss for words, my jaw dropping to the floor. Did he just say that to me?! He's the reason I almost just died! I just stood there, staring up at him in mostly anger but also with that feeling I had mere moments before I ran off. Not knowing what my expression was giving away, I turned to face the open land once more, wanting nothing more than this man to go away.
"Little one? Are you alright? I just saved your life!" he boasted. I could hear the pride in his voice, it made me want to punch him more than anything.
"I'm sorry? You saved my life?!" I started to raise my voice at this mystery man and I knew it would cause a scene. I quickly drew a deep breath and tried to calm myself. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to yell... But I wouldn't have needed saving in the first place if you hadn't scared me half to death." Oh boy, I'm going to embarrass myself in front of this stranger. My voice wavered as I was on the verge of a flood of tears, the dam they were behind quickly crumbling under the pressure.
The man's expression turned to one of concern upon hearing my not so confident voice. Although he was a stranger, he seemed as if he knew how to calm someone. He brought me to him, holding me close, and I didn't object. The tears just... came. They came flooding in front of this stranger but I couldn't help it, the tears wouldn't stop.
"Shh... It'll be okay, little one. Come, let's not make a scene in front of all these people," he walked us away from everyone on that mount, and I had never been so thankful for a stranger before in my life.
He led me to a quiet spot somewhere between the mount and the beach of the Broken Shore, secluded by the last few trees that stood. My tears had slowed to a crawl within the few minutes of the walk and I could clearly see this stranger once more. Maybe it was just because of my emotional state, or that he was so close now, but he seemed even more beautiful than before. He motioned for me to sit so I found a more comfortable patch of soft ground than the rock he pointed to and sat, pulling my knees to my chest.
Sitting next to me, he did the same as well. He didn't seem so very full of himself. "I'm terribly sorry I had made you so upset, little one. Let me make it up to you."
"I accept your apology, kind sir," I whisper, nothing louder able to cross my lips. "However, I'm afraid I do not know your name. Or your intentions."
"It will come in time, you will learn who I am, little one. And my intentions are merely innocent. What is it that they call you? Or should I keep calling you little one?" he cocked his head to the side, a gentle smile on his face.
Sniffling, I wipe my nose on my sleeve. "Khadgar mostly calls me young one... But my birth name is Kaitlin. I usually go by Kate though, cuz I don't like my name," talking to this beautiful stranger felt so comfortable, it shouldn't have been though. Is this real? It feels like I'm dreaming.
This was no dream. He had just saved me from dying and had worried that I would make a scene around everyone. Maybe he wasn't so bad.
"Ah, Kaitlin... I like that, very pretty, very gentle," he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me a bit closer due to the cold wind coming off the ocean. "Well, a woman with such a beautiful name very much so deserves to know mine. They call me Fânndaer. I'm a Retribution Paladin trying to save the world, with one person at a time and vanquishing one demon at a time."
Yeah, no, this was definitely real. I lay my head against his shoulder, a bad habit of mine in the company of a stranger, and I just now realize that he is seemingly made of all muscle. "Fânndaer... You have a handsome name as well. Thank you for saving me. And taking me away to avoid a scene," I turn my face away, most certainly embarrassed about this whole thing, not really knowing how to feel.
"It was no trouble, litt- Kaitlin. It was, of course, my fault you had almost fallen to your untimely death. Please. let me make it up to you. In any way you'd like!" he exclaimed, a child-like giddiness to him.
I thought about it for a moment or two, contemplating if Khadgar would even allow me to go out and miss a night of my oh so important studies. "I'd have to check with Khadgar, as he is my mentor and allowing me to stay with him, but if you'd like to make it up to me, what about tonight?" realizing what I had just said, I squished my face all tight, hoping Fânndaer didn't see as my cheeks grew warm with color.
"Tonight? Yes, tonight! That'd be great! We can do anything you want, just let me know, alright?" he was now acting more boyish than I ever thought a man of his race would.
Fânndaer and I had fallen into a silent spell. It wasn't awkward, quite the opposite actually, it was calming. We just sat there, in our new found friendship, for what seemed at least an hour or two as we watched the sun go down on the water's edge. Before I knew it, Khadgar was there, needing me to accompany him to Suramar to assist Thalyssra with the taking back of her home city. Fânndaer helped me stand and I brushed myself off. The ground had been damp when I sat and I had blades of grass all over me from grabbing handfuls out of the earth.
Stretching and with a yawn, I waved to Fânndaer as Khadgar led me away to the portal he had conjured up to get us to Suramar, the fast way. "Oh! Wait!" I yell, pulling away from Khadgar and running back to the blood elf. Standing on my tippy toes, I was still way shorter than he, so he crouched down, my lips meeting his ear.
"Tonight. Find me on the Vindicaar, I'll be on the upper deck by Turalyon and Illidan for some studies. Don't keep me waiting," I press my lips to his cheek with a smile, having to run back to Khadgar before he came to drag me away again or leave me by myself on the island. I turned, looking back to see Fânndaer's hand pressed to the cheek I kissed, and I stepped through the portal.
