#sphere fics

Just a little fluffy fic, nothing extra, just figuring out the dynamic of the two.

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As the darkness settled around the camp and everyone was slowly getting ready to sleep, Corvus was restless. Sitting in his chair, reading his notes over and over in the dim light of a candle.

“What are you sulking about?”

Corvus turned as quickly as possible just to meet the familiar face. “Caspian.” His brows furrowed. “You cannot be here. Not now. Not like this…”

The redhead slowly walked on over to him, gripping one of his shoulders and turning him back around to the table. “My sweet sweet darling, what’s on your mind?” He started massaging Corvus’ back, relieving some tension.

“There are…” He sighed, lifting his hands to lightly press fingers against his temples. “-many, many matters I must tend to… and believe that even more is to come.”

“Hm…” Caspian moved his hands, hugging the other man from the back and peaking over his shoulder. “What are these notes about?”

Corvus hastily covered the loose papers on his desk, turning his head a little to see Caspian’s face. “None of your business now is it?”

“Oh how I adore it when you’re so rough with me…” An ever present smile and arms squeezing Corvus’ shoulders clearly showing just how comfortable he was. “I just wish I could… Maybe calm you down a little- help you…”

“I don’t think you can help me… I just need space to get to the bottom of this-“

“What you need, my dear, is sleep…” Caspian planted a gentle kiss under his ear. “Go to bed, I’ll accompany you and leave just before sunrise, I promise.”

Corvus frowned, although his heart was longing to lie next to him. “I have my duties…”

“To who? Not the magistrate, that’s for certain… not to your father… not to yourself-“

“Stop acting like you know everything that happens in my world…” Corvus’ tone was harsh, the mention of his father hurt like a freshly opened wound. He owes everything to him and the Magistrate, and he cannot fail them once again.

“Ouch… up until now I thought I was your world, sweetheart?” Caspian straightened his back, taking a step away from his beloved. “But clearly your work is far more important than that, isn’t it?” He didn’t physically pout, but clearly really wanted to.

“My work is important for the entire realm, my sleep is important to me and lying in bed with you only benefits the two of us, what do you not understand? We’re a part of a bigger picture that is getting torn more and more with each passing day and the responsibility to glue it back together lies on my shoulders alone… I cannot rest.” He stood up from the chair, turning to Caspian. “I apologise…”

“This is going to destroy you.” Caspian shook his head, crossing his arms on his chest. “When have you last actually slept? Not rested, slept?”

“I don’t know… and it matters not, as long as I can hold a pen, I am useful-“

Caspian quickly stepped in closer to him, catching him by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t care about you being useful when you’re dead, you absolute mad man! It isn’t selfish of you to sleep! That is a necessity for every mortal!”

“But the abyss doesn’t rest, Caspian, the darkness doesn’t either.” His gaze softened, staring into the eyes of his partner. “I apologise, I apologise for everything…” He lifted his hands to Caspian’s cheeks and held them. “I need to protect this realm… And I must protect you.”

“Your protection is useless to me when you’re dead… Nor is it needed…” Caspian tugged on his collar and planted a kiss on his lips. “Come to bed or I’ll carry you there, idiot.”

Corvus smiled, caressing his cheeks. “I hate you, Caspian, your morals are horrendous and your lifestyle disgusts me.”

“Well, maybe, in your princely duties, you shouldn’t have chosen an assassin of kings for a partner, don’t you think?”

Corvus chuckled, both of them smiling at one another now. “You’re no assassin of kings, you just know how to look pretty with a sword-“

“Is that what caught your eye? My sword?”

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The mage's sincerity

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"Sit down..." Rommath gestured to a living chair and the Betrayer awkwardly sat down. Even though blood elven furniture was clearly not made for him.

"What did you want to discuss, Grand Magister?"

"There's no need for such formalities, I'm not calling you by your title either, Illidan."

"What did you want to discuss, Rommath-?"

"The fact that your... well, well-deserved title, tells me you're not someone to be trusted."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't think you're the best pick for the prince..."

"As if he wasn't able to decide that for himself."

"Of course he is fully capable of choosing his partners, however, I am unsure if he´s able to choose a king to rule by his side... And as his," Rommath's breath hitched for a short, but noticable moment, "most trusted advisor, I should have a say in the matter."

"Oh..." Illidan smiled. "Is that how it is? Gods, you blood elves are so stuffy-"

"Excuse me?" Rommath frowned at him.

"Well, you obviously think yourself more than an average night elf, don´t you? With all your jewellery and tacky furniture-... You´re an interesting kind of elf-... Yet you still manage to see me as the odd one?"

"That is not what this is about... All I am saying, Illidan, is that you are not... Made to be a king, to put it bluntly."

"Is this as blunt as you are going to get, Rommath?" He grinned.

"Would you wish me to be even more sincere?"

"Of course... As you yourself like to say, it's in your prince's best interest, isn't it?"

"Alright, Illidan... Let me be absolutely real with you for two seconds..." He smiled, his expression far too cool for a mage specialized in fire magic. "I am not going to stop at anything to destroy your miserable existence if you manage to hurt him... And I have never taken a liking to you, I have to admit... I don't see a single bit of what could've left Kael so charmed."

"Aww... you think I'm charming?"

"That is- the opposite of what I just said!"

"How lovely."

"Tell me one single reason for why you should marry the prince of the sin'dorei." Rommath was frowning again, his long eyebrows knitting together right above his nose. "Why should you be the one?"

"To be absolutely frank with you now... I don't know."

"You don't know?" He suddenly burst out laughing. "YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!"

"Well... I am serious. I never expected anyone to love me. And certainly haven't expected a crown prince to take a liking to me."

Rommath was giggling, looking at the much bigger elf, his composure lost, wondering what his next response should be. "You're so pathetic for a man who won against the legion... You cannot even win against yourself in that horned head of yours, can you?"

"If that isn't the truth, Rommath... I can't. The only thing keeping me from throwing myself off a cliff now that my duty is finished... Is him-"

"Well that makes the two of us..." Rommath sighed, turning his head away from the demon hunter. "Will you keep him safe?"

This question startled Illidan, he was unsure if he could keep Kael safe from himself, let alone anyone else... What he was sure of on the other hand was that Kael did not need protecting. "I can certainly try..." He blurted out after a long while of staring at the smaller elf.

Arator's heart sank. He knew this would happen. He knew he should have atleast bothered to wear something feminine to make the change easier on his long lost parents.

He saw Vereesa frown and look at him, nodding slowly to let him know she's there for him.

"Where is she? Has she not arrived yet?" Turalyon was looking around and noone dared to say.

Arator looked down on his shoes. He couldn't even lift his gaze up to see his parents.

"Did something happen to her? For Light's sake, why are all of you so quiet? What happened to her?"

"Nothing-" Khadgar started but his sentence was cut short by Turalyon.

"Something happened and HE has something to do with it! Look at how pale he looks!"

Arator looked up at his father, who was enraged, obviously not recognizing him.

"That's very far from the truth actually..." Vereesa said. "This is Arator... Arator the redeemer."

Arator instinctually bowed a little although he felt as if he could throw up if he actually bowed properly.

"And why should that interest us?"

"Because he is your son, Turalyon..."

Alleria's eyes lit up after a second and she immediately walked over to hug Arator. He was completely frozen in place, not knowing how to respond to her embrace. "Arator..." She said, a smile on her lips, tears in her eyes. "What a beautiful name you've chosen..."

Turalyon was just standing there, mouth agape, confused by the whole situation.

"You are a handsome young gentleman, Arator... I'm delighted to finally meet you..." Alleria said, slowly pulling back. "Can I, please, hear your voice?"

A few moments of silence and then... "Mother..." As he essentially fell back into her embrace.

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"Like I said, you shouldn't be cocky infront of me... I wanted to kill you since I was like six..." She said, Anduin couldn't really tell if that was supposed to be a joke. Vanessa always had such dry humor he wouldn't even be surprised if she meant it.

"I'm not acting cocky... I'm just saying that-"

"That you would win in hand to hand combat against me... And THAT is utterly unrealistic..." She smirked.

"Well- not that unrealistic... I got a lot of training from Shaw and-"

"Me too, Anduin..."

"Oooh... Hm..." He got lost in thought for a second. "How do you know Shaw anyway?"

"Well... Mathias used to be like... Like an uncle to me... A second father maybe..." She smiled. "Before and in the beginning of everything... And I suppose he came back to fill the role of a dad for me... Even after all that happened..."

"Oh so... so like Genn is to me?"

"Well..." She started giggling.

"What is it?"

"Well... Unless Varian and Genn slept together, it's not the same..."

Anduin looked at the giggling rogue, absolutely flaberghasted. "What?"

"What what?" She laughed.

"I didn't know Shaw and Edwin-"

"Well now you know... They always acted like an old married couple yet everyone was like 'huh, just buddies being friends'..."

"Cats choose you, you don't own them"

and hell did Kael choose Rom

Once again a product of a collective brainrot with the magnificent @relamune.

Modern AU, rest is self-explanatory.

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It was a rainy day in the city, the air was humid and the tapping on his windows was pleasantly stimulating. Rommath loved it. It was relaxing and it helped him focus on school work before inevitably going to sleep.

He had no idea that his evening plans are going to be completely ruined by a wet beast entering his safe space.

He heard the door bell ring. Once, twice, thrice. OF COURSE Hal is pretending to not have heard it... And Lor is probably actually too deep in his work.

Rommath groaned and stood up from his chair, entering the hallway and, after a few more rings, opening the door.

"You really couldn't've taken longer?" The soaked blonde jumped right around him into the hallway and immediatelly began taking his shoes and coat off. "IT'S HORRIBLE OUT THERE! I HATE THE RAIN!"

The black haired elf snickered watching him struggle to take off his shoes without falling over. "Is that why you came? You hate the rain so much you simply had to walk right into it?"

"Of course not, stupid... that's ridiculous!" He finally straightened his back, looking at the other, strands of hair sticking to his face.

"That's ridiculous? You're ridiculous... You seriously need to dry your hair... Wasn't aware Sunstrider corp didn't sell umbrellas..." He shrugged, walking to the bathroom.

"Why should father's company sell umbrellas, it's a tech brand..."

"And you make fun of ME for not understanding jokes?"

"Precisely..." Kael navigated into the bathroom, picking up a hair dryer and handing it to Rom.

"I am not drying your hair for you, you're an adult-"

"Pretty please?" He smiled. That fucker knew exactly what he was doing.

"Ugh, fine..." Rommath rolled his eyes, pretending as hard as he could, that he didn't want to touch the blonde. He took the item out of Kael's hands and got behind him. "When did you last do something like this for me?"

Kael smiled back at him in the mirror when Rom turned the machine on.

"Never, huh?" He used his free hand to poke him in the ribs.

"Ow! What did I do?" He whined, spitting out a stray hair from his mouth. It always flaberghasted Rom how this genius with straight As and an heir to a fortune could also be the silliest person he's ever known.

"You did nothing, that's the problem..." He turned off the hair dryer after a while, putting it back in it's place. "Now tell me what happened for you to come here in the rain..." He ran a hand through his hair, picking up a brush and beginning to untangle it.

"Well, what do you think?" Kael's expression tensed.

"What did good old Anasterian do this time?"

"Good old, yeah right..." He pouted. "Father didn't let me borrow his Ferrari... He has THREE for reference. THREE! Why can't I borrow one, you might ask? Well, of course, because of that 'Kael, you almost lost your driver's license last time'- BULLSHIT!"

"Would you be mad of I said I have to be with him on this one?"

"Of course I would!"

"Kael, you know that I would rather take time off work to drive you places than even imagining you behind the wheel..."

"Tsch... Anyways! I was considering going to our villa outside of the city for a couple of days but I would be all alone there and I am not really in the mood for picking up random girls to spend the night with..."

"Ah yes, how hard it must be for you to be drowning in so much pu-"

"Oh damn you! I told you many times I do not like how many girls want me just because I have money-"

"I said it must be so hard for you!"

"But you didn't mean it!"

"Kael, honestly, what did you expect me to do? Cry?"

"At least!"

"You're ridiculous..." He shook his head, before placing the brush down next to the sink. "So you want to stay here for a few days I assume?"

"Yes... Well, unless you're planning on having someone else over..." He turned to Rom and winked.

"Shut up, you know I don't have time for stuff like that..."

"Sure sure... You can't even be mad about me occupying half your bed, I am a magnificent cuddler..." Oh just how Rommath wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

"A magnificent cuddler? You? The little spoon?"

"RUDE!"

"Me? Never..." Rommath chuckled and walked out of the bathroom. "I still have stuff left to finish for class on monday so..."

"I won't bother you while you're studying, don't worry... I'll just lay down and look at you with a very serious expression like you always do to me..." He giggled.

"Fine... I just need you to be quiet for once, that task I was working on is important..."

"I'll be quiet! Don't you worry, love!"

He was, infact, not quiet.

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In the morning, Rommath found Kael completely dead next to him. It was understandable, considering they ended up talking until 1 AM and... Would probably not stop if the little princeling wasn't tired.

He got out of bed and started to get dressed for work when Kael started speaking. "Where are you goiiing?" He looked at him, his eyes almost shut.

"To work?" He bent over to gather his hair up in a ponytail.

Kael sat up on the bed and just admired his view for a moment before continuing. "Why do you need to go to work when you have me here?"

Rommath's back straightened as he turned back to the blonde. "Beg you pardon?"

"What? You shouldn't leave me all alone here..."

"I'm pretty sure Halduron is free all day, you can spend it with him..." He said while packing his uniform in a bag.

"You don't understaaaaaaaaand..." He pouted at him. "I want to spend the day with you..."

Rommath snickered and shook his head. "You can... Come by?"

"I don't want to 'come by', I want to be with you..."

"Kael'thas, Belore, I can't just not go to work because you want to spend time with me!"

"Then... Then I don't know just-! OH!" He got up, almost too fast for his head not to start spinning, and he started getting dressed.

"What... What are you doing?"

"I'm going with you!"

And see... Usually, Rommath would argue against it. But maybe it was the almost sleepless night, maybe the fact the blonde looked so happy in that moment... He just couldn't say anything back to him.

And so they left together.

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Kael ended up sitting in the corner, looking into his phone and periodically ordering drinks throughout the day.

Honestly, Rom would've confused him for a stray cat if he was just a bit hairier all over and had cat ears. He was also getting a tiny bit worried about the blonde's sugar and caffeine intake. It wasn't Kael ordering waters to change things up, no no, the dumbass would get this elaborate concoction of whipped cream, pumps of sweet syrups and espresso- the whole thing made Rom's lip curl the first time he made it... But that was a long time ago and now, he was pretty sure he could make it from memory even when half-asleep and with his eyes covered.

If he had more time today, he would certainly enjoy joking around a little and making fun of the- What did Kael call it? The... Pinkity drinkity? Yes, that was it. -pinkity drinkity, but the customers kept him far too busy.

He couldn't help but take a little jab at the blonde before they were leaving and Kael asked for one last drink to-go before Rom starts to clean up.

"You know how much sugar you drank today, right?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Oh don't you start on that againnnnnn..."

"You're gonna throw up later and I am not holding your hair up..." He said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not gonna throw up because of sugar, Belore, Rommath!"

"Fine then..."

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And Kael did not throw up later that day.

More of a crackfic but whatever

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The two men were seated at a beautiful café, one of them slowly sipping his coffee, looking at the other, who was somewhat restless for some reason.

"Are you alright?" Khadgar asked. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Huh? No! No, not at all.... not by any chance, I- I'm fine." The bluenette gave him a second of eye contact before looking out of the window once again.

"What is it? You know you can tell me..."

He took a long breath. "It's just that... I haven't been on a date that went well... Like ever. In my life."

"That went well? What do you mean? Does someone always die at the end? Should I be worried?" He chuckled in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

"Well..." He took a sip from his tea cup. "My first date was with this one girl in highschool. And I got the most beautiful flowers I could afford, went to her house... And I was so nervous I-" He stopped for a second, giggling softly. "I threw up on her."

"You did what?" He examined the half-elf infront of him, never expecting such a sentence to come out of him.

"You heard me..."

He started laughing. "And that is, precisely, what I love about you!"

"The fact I get so nervous my insides decide the best course of action is to get rid of the nerves by scaring the source?"

"Yes!"

"And then the next date I had, in uni this time, was in this pretty bar in the city centre... And this time I didn't vomit on anyone... or anything..."

"Uh-uh?" He nodded, smiling.

"It was alright while we weren't drinking alcohol. I was funny, talkative, I told them EVERYTHING about Ravasaurs, I might've even thrown some pick-up lines in there! But then we started drinking... And then I remember waking up in just my shirt-"

"Oh my- that's spicy-"

"It's not, -shirt and pants, my watch and all the other expensive stuff was gone..."

"Ooooooh... that's not very pleasant."

"Yeah." He brushed back his hair. "But that's not all! The last date I went to was a date with a girl who's parents apparently need to meet every man she likes... And so I went to their house for dinner. And somehow set, the most expensive table cloth I've ever seen, on fire."

"Oh wow, what happened after?"

"I climbed out of the bathroom window and ran home."

"Kalecgos!" He laughed.

"What? I was pretty sure her father would kill me if I went out the door."

"So... do you feel less nervous now?" He smiled and reached his hand over the table.

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"Do you ever do something other than read, Spellweaver?" A subtle smug grin was forming on his lips as he approached the other.

"Well, what else do you think there is for me to do?" He smiled softly. "Walk around causing mischief all day like you, prince Wrathion?"

"Perhaps you could accompany a certain someone to a picnic," he sat on the table next to the other's open book, "or to the spa..."

"Perhaps YOU could accompany yourself to tend to your duties, what do you say?"

"What fun is in that, truly? I do everything I have to and more... After all, I am not the one spending all their days buried in books about reptiles. What is there so interesting about those?"

"Wrathion..." He slowly shook his head. "You are a reptile."

"What?"

"Dragons are reptiles... technically." He chuckled.

Wrathion stopped in his tracks for a second. "What?"

"What what?"

"Dragons are reptiles?"

"What did you think we were? We come from eggs... did you think we were birds?"

"Well, no, obviously not birds... Birds don't shed their skin... I don't think..."

"Exactly. But you know who does? Reptiles."

"Hm... so are we no different from a common lizard or a snake then? I suppose that would fit Sabellian well."

"No, obviously we are very different." He looked into Wrathions eyes for a short moment. "Did you know that some lizards bark? Like dogs?"

"They do what?"

"Bark."

"Impossible! They're lizards!"

"Oh my gods, you're basically a lizard!"

"But I don't bark, do I?"

"I said that only SOME lizards bark, Wrathion!"

"Well if they do, how come I have never heard a lizard bark?"

"Ugh, you really want me to get you a lizard that barks huh?"

"Well perhaps you could center our next date around that, Kalec..."

"Around a barking lizard?"

"Around a barking lizard!"

"Fine... You're on for a picnic"

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The prince always had to uphold some kind of persona, -look a certain way, act a certain way, talk a certain way- and he loathed it. He did anything in his power to not conform to what was expected of him. But as the elf aged, pretending felt much more comfortable than constant struggles.

In the arms of a certain someone, however, he never had to play a role. All that was expected of him was to love and to let the other love him. And for the time being, that he could do.

Rommath, his most trusted advisor, best friend and lover. He was special. Handsome, genius and, even though his demeanor might fool others, so tender and warm.

Some days, the two of them would lay in bed, exchanging lazy kisses, caressing one another's cheeks and being oh so close. It felt like a great change to the stereotype they got so used to. Normally constantly on their feet, seeing to their duties and playing their respective roles.

Kael chuckled and kissed his companion. "What animal would you be, if you weren't an elf?" He broke the silence while looking deeply into the other's eyes as if the future of their relationship depended on his answer.

"What kind of hell did you pull a question like that from?" He rolled his eyes. "A panther... And you would be a hawkstrider..."

"A hawkstrider?" The prince pouted. "They have tiny brains..."

"Exactly..." The mage snickered.

Kael sat up, grabbed a pillow and before Rommath knew it, it was in his face. "I am not stupid!" He threw the pillow away and got up on top of Rom. "You can be so rude... Sometimes I think you have no idea who you're talking to..."

"I am talking to Kael'thas Sunstrider... The royal dunce..." He smirked, raising his hands to hold the prince's face, slightly squeezing his cheeks together. "Aw, you can be so adorable when you're all pouty..."

"I hate you..." His face softened. "Why do you think I would be a hawkstrider?"

"Well, because, my love, your attention span is precisely as good as theirs is..." The dark haired elf was smiling, still caressing the other's cheeks.

"That's a lie..." He frowned.

"Oh really? Tell me, Kael, what did you do yesterday...?"

The blonde's face lit up. "I had practice with Voren'thal... He said, as always, that I have a natural gift for the arcane- well... As if I didn't know that, right?"

Rommath chuckled, nodding. "Yes, yes... And what were we talking about before?"

"Huh?"

"My point stands..."

"You're so rude!" The prince exclaimed after realizing. "I am no hawkstrider... Besides, if I were one and you were a... Panther... You would eat me..."

"I am well aware..." In an unguarded moment, the mage sat up and threw Kael back first onto the bed. "You're acting as if I would not be capable of besting you even now-" he said as he got on top of the blonde.

Kael'thas scoffed. "And as always you're doing your best to do exactly what I want from you..."

"How very lovely of me, isn't it? Always doing everything for your benefit... Hiding your hungovers from the king, always taking care of you-" He almost whispered the last five words into his ear.

"Oh you do take care of me so nicely, I have to give you that..." He smiled. "I... I want to marry you someday..."

The mage looked confused for a moment, a reaction rarely ever seen from him. "Marry me? Isn't that impossible?"

"Well... It will be hard... But then again, if my father has to choose between me running away and me being with you... I think he will be more than inclined to accept the latter..."

Rommath deeply inhaled and closed his eyes for but a moment. "I fear your naïvety is going to kill you one day, Kael..."

"Why would you say such a thing after I expressed my love for you?"

"Because it's the truth... You cannot truly believe Anasterian would let you marry me..."

"And what if I do? I would hope so, certainly... Wouldn't you?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I... Belore, of course I would... But I don't believe it could happen... And everytime I think about it my heart breaks just a bit more..."

Kael bit his lower lip and looked away, there was a moment of tense silence between the two for a bit. "Can we... Go back to cuddling?"