#elf romance

[running-with-kn1ves]

An Elven Winter

CW: None! Arranged marriage, very cozy very comfy, winter nights, grossly affectionate moments

Synopsis: You’re late for dinner with your brawny elf husband, again. Is he going to scold you this time, and live up to his name as a heartless elf?

A/N: Your favorite boy Cirdan is back! Here's the OG piece I wrote with him if anybody wants some more comfort and cuteness.

Snowflakes whipped from the left across your face, illuminated by dampened yellow street lanterns with an icy blue tinge to their miniscule edges. The cold stuck to your eyelashes, to the tip of your nose, to the bottoms of your trudging boots. 

When was the last time it snowed this hard? Not in years, certainly. Not since you began to share your home with another warm body, waiting to welcome you home away from the chills seeping into the openings of your sleeves. You could see your home only two doors down now, the front bathed by hanging porch lights, a trellis covered with dead vines propped against the dark, unlit corner of the cabin. Everyday he’d water that thing, and everyday it’d continue to shrivel under the coldening wind.

Your face creases with concern for what your spouse's reaction may be once you make it home. He might fawn over every trickle of water that was once snow on your shoulders, fraught by the coldness of your fingertips in his palms. It wasn’t his worry that was exhausting, it was the fear of making him feel anything other than glowing warmth, of adoration for you.

Your feet slid over one another racing to the front doors in a jog. Another wave of guilt washed over you for the tenth time tonight for being, what was it now-- an hour late to dinner? How your lovely, saint of a husband worked endlessly to make your homestead full of comfort and homeliness-- and yet you couldn’t make it in time for a meal he had spent endlessly curating. You would beat yourself over the head if you had a moment to spare.

But there was nothing you could do to turn back the time, to slide any quicker on the glassy, frozen ground. Tripping to race up to the door, you fumbled over stone steps in impatience.

The delicately carved door handle was just as cold as the tip of your nose was, hardly putting up a fight as you pulled it toward you. The door opened with a breeze of thick comfort blowing against exposed skin unveiled on your body. Warmth and the smell of a working oven flooded to the points of your cheeks, the door’s creaky nature betraying you as it let the other resident of the house know of your return home. 

This would be the part where you shout “Honey, I’m home!”

But you’re given no time, no time at all. A crackling fire fills your ears, the sudden appearance of a dastardly large silhouette clouding your vision of the kitchen table, plates upon plates decorating a tablecloth you knew so well.

“It’s nine.” His voice relented, the emotion detected and yet hard to describe as you look up to read his face. 

His cheeks are tinted a slight red, as if he had been outside in the cold, waiting for you. 

“It is; I’m sorry, Cirdan. I really thought I'd get here sooner, we were trying to wait out the snow. And, well.. That didn’t really do much.”

His eyes were full of thought, expression in their hardened lids and watery irises. Being late for things seemed to be your specialty. It broke your heart into desperate pieces when you saw the look on his face-- hardly concerned with the cold food, but locked on to you to see what had gone wrong, if you were hurt, what he could do to fix it all. 

“Don’t apologize. I’m just.. So glad you’re home.” He genuinely sounded relieved, a rough stutter you hadn’t heard in a long time, if not ever before. 

His body, so untraditional to what elves were expected to be, came forward to hold you just as gracefully as any normal, lean and tall version of the creature would. But he was all brawn-- a hard and heated rock that snug itself tight against you. A thick hand made its way into your hair to press the top of your head to his pointed nose. 

His taut inhale was shaky, white strands of hair much longer than your own crowding your view. 

“I was nearly about to go out there and find you myself. It’s no place for you to be, out there in the snow. Cold and alone.”

It sounded as if he had scared himself with anxiety-ridden thoughts about where you were in your tardiness. 

“I know.” You muffled against his chest, the wool of his sweater smelling like sweet potatoes and rosemary. 

If it were anyone else you’d be embarrassed to press your head deeper, to lean into the touch so clearly full of desire. But you knew no other way to make up for all that you had done. Your briefcase bag fell to the floor, crumpled and forgotten. 

The affection was so tender you nearly forgot about the sensation of frostbite clawing at your fingernails and the aching in your stomach. It resounded out in the room with an acidic gurgle, forcing your body to go rigid with a mix of exhaustion and embarrassment. 

You could feel the soundless laugh Cirdan let out through the shake in his body-- his warm, scarred arms your safe space. Even the apron two sizes too small on him smelled of sweets. It  hugged him enough for you to feel the ridges underneath his sweater. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked, gently releasing you from his stroking bear hug. 

“You have to ask?” You mumbled, still somewhat embarrassed by your show of weakness. You were supposed to be the strong one, carrying out the toughness of reality and endless meetings between the human and elven realm, while your unconventional elf husband finally had a chance in his brutality to rest, to be easy and let his heart and scars heal. But you were only human. 

“I kept it warm for you, wasn’t sure when you’d be back.”

 Your chest ached at those words.

You were tempted to let out another ‘you don’t have to do that’ or ‘you should’ve just left it in the fridge’, but it would only serve to dishearten him even more. 

“Thank you,” Was all you could half-heartedly murmur, looking up to stare at him. 

His hair fell sloppy along his face, snowy locks hiding his grey, blinded eye. He had started letting it show in privacy, when scrubbing the stove oven or reading in his colossal wine-red chair, black specs you called his ‘old man glasses’ falling off his nose. You pushed the heavy strands behind his pointed ear, letting your hand slide down the curve of his jaw. 

Cirdan merely smiled longingly, crinkling at his eyes and gazing at you as if you were all the stars in the sky held in front of him. He leaned just slightly into your touch, its coldness offering a stark contrast to his warm, honey skin. 

“Go, sit by the fire. I’ll bring your dinner.”

You were again ready to protest, but an intensely soft fleece blanket was draped over your head, covering from your forehead to your calves. It was originally made for your husband, twice any human’s size and still long enough to cover his shoulders. Cirdan had turned to the loveseat beside him to grab it, leaving you to buckle under the weight of swarms of fabric as he moved toward the kitchen. Blindly, you made your way to the orange glow in the middle of the room, bright flames caressing freshly chopped oak.

The corners of your home closest to the outside world had a chilled air of ice, but within the middle was where the heat resided, beckoning you to the fireplace onto a small elk hide rug. 

Cirdan’s footsteps upon the soft kitchen floor came toward you, steam rising from the plate held in his hands. He seemed so relaxed, shoulders drooped and yet posture enviously perfect, an effect of having an elven spine and ruthless upbringing. His loose sweater was soft on his carved shoulders, reminding you of your shared cozy bed-- of his body radiating glowy warmth against you, rustling sheets tangled as you push deeper against the crook of his neck.

But your stomach was too insatiable for anything other than food right now, even warmth. The herby, peppery scent brought drool to your mouth, looking at the elf with wide eyes in hungry desperation. 

“It’s hot, let it cool off for a second.” Cirdan blows on the mouth-watering food as he hands the plate to you with a potholder on its lip, protecting you from the heat. He is quick to grab a pillow and place it in your lap, gently letting the plate rest.  “I kind of went overboard; something in me felt like cooking tonight... We can give the leftovers to the neighbors.”

“No!” You shout territorily, covering your plate as if he were ready to steal it from you. “It's mine to eat, I mean.” 

You don’t leave room for the conversation to continue, shoveling a forkful of well-seasoned vegetables in your mouth. The moment a green bean touches your tongue you realize your mistake. 

“Haw, hawt!” 

Your open mouth does a dance as you try to fan the heat, so eager to eat that you forgot to heed his warning. 

“I told you!” Cirdan exclaims, a laugh escaping him as he reaches for a glass of water on the table behind him. “I guess my intuition knew you’d try something like that.”

You take the glass with unheeded swiftness, letting lukewarm water settle in your fiery mouth. 

A hesitant swallow leaves your tongue numb and your hunger yet to be filled.

You reach for another bite, this time for a heap of buttery mash potatoes, soft and fluffy like the piles of snow outside yet starkly contrasted in their steamy heat. 

You know better now, blowing on the fork before taking a hesitant, small bite. 

Cirdan merely gives you a watchful, entertained grin. He doesn’t have the pompous smirk of most elves you’ve met with, but instead a full, close-lipped smile that reaches to his sharp eyes, his uncharacteristically full cheeks rising, his face slim and etched like the rest of his kind yet with more ruggedness and expression in it, remnants of a jagged past etched into his skin. 

“I’th really good.” You cover your full mouth, singing his praises with potato and sweet, savory bread in between. 

“I’m glad you like it,” The comment he passes hardly utters any attention to what you say, instead busy watching you consume like a ravenous animal. Cirdan brushes back hair that falls close to your plate, stroking just gently a thumb over your cheek. 

You swallow a few more bites before you feel the ache in your stomach subside. The intense way the elf keeps looking at you is not unforeign, but you still have yet to be comfortable with it. 

“Thank you for the food,” You wipe your mouth with your sleeve, hoping you weren’t too many levels of disheveled. “but, I have another favor to ask.”

“Hm?”

You witness in his eyes the willingness, eagerness to see what you desire. 

“Let me brush your hair?” 

Cirdan’s lips part in an ‘o’, before returning to the usual gentle hardness of his face.

“That’s all? I thought you were ready for dessert.” 

The elf lets out a stifled laugh, deep and bouncing off the small cabin walls in pure delight.

You shoot a self-conscious gaze at him, lips half upturned in a hidden smile; you’re not sure whether to laugh or bashfully tell him nevermind.

“You know you don’t have to ask. I was waiting until you were done to clean myself up--” He turns to the side, opening a stool compartment stuffed with a myriad of little things from nail polish to old lighters. His gentle hands searched for a delicate hairbrush, elven in the intricacy of its design and dwarven in its robusticity. The curving vines against the brushes ivory skin along with its weighty hold made it a piece of craftsmanship worthy of generational pass-down. 

 He takes your plate fit for kings off of your lap, moving it to the floor closest to the fireplace. In this house, everytime you attempt to do something, it seems to be done at-hand immediately before you can think to move. 

Cirdan wordlessly hands you the brush, tender fire under his palm gliding over the icicles you called fingers.

You attempt to scoot behind him, blanket nearly falling from your shoulders to do so, but the elf catches you. 

“I’m not letting you freeze to death on my behalf first,” He grunts, grabbing your hands in a chokehold. “You're practically frozen my love.” 

The tendrils of his fingers wrapping over your own were akin to hot coils, oddly welcoming and conflicting to your body void of warm blood. 

“Your behalf? I’m the one who suggested the idea!” You shake your head in mild disbelief. “Besides, being near the fire is warming me up. I’ll be unfrozen soon.”

Your airy voice is sarcastic and not nearly as teeth-chattering as it once had been-- yet still, Cirdan huffed over your fingertips, letting out heavy breaths to warm the parts of you that were yet to be anything but icy. 

“You aren’t going to win this fight.” He looked up at you, a serious furrow of his brows, “I won’t lose you to such simplicities of frostbite, you’re too precious.”

Oof. Right in the heart. Everytime you see his resting brooding face like that your chest lurches in worry--- but then he’ll say something so sweet in sincerity that you want to collapse into a puddle.

You open and close your mouth like a gaping fish, unsure what to say to beat, or even match that. 

The elf deeply exhales once more against your trembling fingers, letting silence float between you with the sound of crackling flames flickering in between. 

With a final heavy breath against your knuckles, he straightens your fingers out, placing them over his heated cheeks. Even with the ridges of bone and scar on his face, he was squishy and pliant like a human. Your thumb brushed against the healed tissue leading from the bridge of his nose to his blinding eye, relishing in the slow blinks he gave. He looked… tired, and yet full of comforting bliss. You break the silence with an anxious swallow.

“I can't believe this.. you should be scolding me, making me eat cold leftovers in a dark room for being late, once again. Instead you're welcoming with open arms and a full stomach? I just don't get you; I don't know if I ever will.” 

You smile a little sadly, grateful and mystified.

��Maybe you won't understand it,” Cirdan moves his lips to your palm, nudging it with a kiss. “but it's what I'd want.”

You did understand that. All those nights he laid in the cold snow after throwing himself against battalions as a living shield, coming home to an even colder room, eating alone and wondering if anyone was thinking of him. If he meant anything more than a body to be used. He wouldn't let you feel that way, if he could help it.

You nuzzled so hard against his face it made you both scrunch up your noses. 

“Oh I just-- wish I could stick you in my pocket and never let you go-- never let you feel anything but warmth and softness and love again.”

Cirdan grinned, his expression practically basking in the adoration. 

“You don’t know how good it feels to hear you say that.” 

You kiss him rough, not caring if the temperature difference sparks you both, making your noses tingle with electricity and your lips buzz. With gentle encouragement your hands holding his face might lead elsewhere, but tonight you wanted to show him the chaste devotion, the love he deserved in any way you knew how. Cirdan was fervent with his kiss, though he still seemed concerned with your warmth as his hands searched blindly for the blanket slipping from your back. 

You roll your eyes, letting your lips fall away with a warm breath. You're quick to get back to what you want, the task at hand.

“We're getting off track-- will you let me brush your hair now? I promise I won't freeze you with my icicle fingers.”

You drum your fingers against the sides of his cheeks, watching as he reaches for the forgotten brush on the rug, slightly dazed. You leave the tepidness of his face to snatch it with playful ease, ushering him to turn around.

“All right, all right, my love,” He concedes with a sigh. “Whatever you desire.” 

You grasp the edges of his messy hair as he faces away from you, pulling out the slipping black elastic band to let the rest of it fall; It’s gently knotted at the tips, but the rest of it still holds a sleek shine created from fine, thick strands and patient washing. 

“It’s my turn to take care of you..” You mumble, holding a fistful of silvery white strands with a calm stroke of the brush. The rhythm lulls you into a peacefulness, listening to the flickers of fire in front of you, the gentle snowfall from outside your little world of warmth and coziness. The blanket falls to your elbows-- you don’t go to fix it, so enraptured with the task at hand. 

Cirdan begins to hum just the slightest, his eyes shut in a stoney, calm expression that you can see if you tip just slightly sideways. It was a solemnly elven tune, and yet it slowed your heart so simply that you felt a wash of nostalgia and ease run through you. 

You would trade anything to keep this December night going, to have the man in front of you, held in your arms forever. Cirdan’s warmth was inseparable from your own, your bodies impossibly close for comfort. 

[lovestruckthedasbard]

It would be kinder in the long run. But losing you would....

[evanhereonearth]

Since I’ve gotten a few questions about my original books and where to find them, I figured I should do an introduction/master post, because I’ve a whole heap of things I do.

I’m a polymath, a pain in the ass, a massive pain

If you’ve enjoyed my Solavellan meta and want to support me, I would be honoured. I’ve just been totally cleaned out by a gruelling and traumatic immigration process (that is ongoing), and honestly *any* support is an enormous help in getting back on my feet so my life in my home can…finally begin.

I’m a fantasy author of over 25 novels across several subgenres, but all of my books have a romantic element or are romances. I’m also an award-winning Gaelic singer and songwriter who has represented Scotland internationally twice and been invited to perform for our parliament’s 25th anniversary celebration.

I’ve been at this a long time, and I keep kind of getting knocked backwards onto my arse and am pretty exhausted! Here’s my erm…life’s work below the jump!

Books

If you want to read my current series as I write it, check out my Patreon! I’m back on my Solavellan bullshit with it: if Lavellan met Solas somehow both as Solas and simultaneously as rebellion-era, peak traumatised Dread Wolf…and had to reconcile those experiences on the fly as her people’s oppressors subject her to impossible trials to steal what remains of their Indigenous magic? Aye, that’s Wilder.

You can follow along for £1 a month on Patreon. It’s going to get very spicy.

My most recent published series is a Solavellan-inspired romantasy trilogy (complete!) that I wrote over the last five years of absolute panic that we wouldn’t get a happy ending.

Complete trilogy!!!

Mutual pining

Souls bound across time and space

Big Dragon Age and Solavellan vibes

Banter!

“We shouldn’t” 👀

Low spice (honestly I kinda regret not making it spicier so might make some erm…bonus scenes at some point)

In KU/ebook and available in bespoke deluxe paperback from my own shopfront

Elven gods and mortals romance episodic series where the gods are being punished by a greater power for being assholes and can only find redemption by winning the heart of their mortal soulmates 😌

Queer-norm world!

Book 1: m/f

Book 2: f/f

Book 3: enby/f

Book 4: m/f

In KU and ebook only; they’re just short lil guys

Complete trilogy!

Spell-induced climate change, one land magically draining the resources from another, and those dead set on righting the wrongs (or making it worse 😳)

Giant sapient bats

Giant cats and those who bond with them and ride them

A land cut off from the world by an ancient curse

Ace rep!!!

Profound friendships and trust

Available in ebook, hardcover, and paperback

Complete quartet!

Lots of snark

My earlier work but I’m still proud of it 🥹

Bi lead, f/f endgame

So many butts

Adorable demon hybrid lads who are very wholesome and also always naked

NANA THE BUNNY, best bunny

Available in ebook, hardcover, and paperback (and audio, narrated by the amazing Amber Benson of Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame—she’s truly an absolute legend 😭!)

Look to the Sun and A Hall of Keys and No Doors are both available in ebook, paperback, hardcover, and audio. Also narrated by the amazing Amber Benson!

Two standalone YAs, both lightly paranormal

Non-binary autistic leads in both

Big themes of surviving and recovering from trauma

Sweet romance in each

Demi/grey ace rep in each

Will is obsessed with Solas just like me lmao

Target of banning in plenty of US states 🙃

Sam got nominated for a Nebula award 🥹

Available in ebook, paperback, hardcover, and audio (Sam is narrated by Allegra Verlezza, and Will by Vico Ortiz—yes, that Vico Ortiz!)

Seonag and the Seawolves: free to read at Reactor Mag!

A Gaelic reimagining of a Green Man tale with a sea-based protector and their wolf guardians. Set in South Uist!

Long listed for a Hugo award 🥹

The Quiet: A tale of a woman who bridges worlds to seek out her lost sister in the face of an ancient threat. Has selkies!

Perchance to Dream: An m/m tale of Sleeping Beauty if the legends didn’t get it quite right and neither Aurora nor Phillip wanted anything to do with one another, beginning from the wake-up kiss

The Quiet and Perchance to Dream are both available in ebook and KU!

***

Beyond this, I have a whole series of LitRPG under another name that I’m toying with outing myself about.

Music

I also have a wee EP of demos of my original Gaelic songs and one translation of Once Upon a Dream over on Bandcamp. It’s a pay-what-you-want dealio!

Art

You may have seen my lil Solavellan art going around! You can get it on a T-shirt in my shop, along with other wee bits and bobs I’ve painted.

And, of course, if you want to just read my Solavellan long fic, you can do that here. 💕

[elf-luthiel]

needing days ages to process Trespasser

Vhenan…

[yume-tavriel]

tfw they genuinely love you as your equal

[elfrootcollector123]

" Ar lath ma vhenan " (I love you my heart)

[delicatefade]

Dream a Little Dream

OC Kiss Week Day 2: reach

Fandom: Dragon Age, though it really doesn't matter for this snippet. Word Count: 601

Eilan is on a stage. A cast of actors stands behind her, applauding. The theater’s house lights are on. The audience is on their feet clapping and whooping. Lex, her love, is loudest. He stands in the front row, whistling, two fingers pressing down on his lip. Eilan waves at the packed theater, one hand clapped over her mouth as she is overcome. Oh, maybe she is holding flowers? Flowers appear nestled in the crook of her arm. From Lex or the cast? Roses or something else? She started over. Heavy red velvet curtains fall on the stage. The house lights come on. The gilding in the ornate walls shine. The patterned carpet muffles the celebratory stamping of feet. Eilan is in a theater fit for Val Royeaux. Oh! And this is the first play penned by an elf to be performed on a premiere Orlesian stage. Was that true? Had no elf ever written a play for an Orlesian stage? She would look it up later, much later. The clan had a hard time sourcing books. Imagine if the Dalish had a library? Any-who.

Eilan stands in the first row before the seat reserved for the writer. Lex is standing beside her. They both clap. The curtains draw open to reveal the full cast holding hands in a line. They bow and applaud each other and bow some more. The lead actor then gestures towards Eilan. The house lights come on. Eilan walks up the stage wing’s stairs to join the cast. The audience erupts into raucous applause. Lex presses his pinkies to his lips and whistles. She waves at the crowd, demurely overcome, so humble, so grateful. With a sweep of her hand she directs the audience’s applause towards the orchestra pit — wait, no. How will Lex give her flowers if the orchestra pit is in the way? She backtracked a little. Eilan is on the stage, waving, tears in her eyes. Lex walks up to the stage’s apron with bouquet in his hands — where had he hid it this whole time? Perhaps over the course of Eilan’s staging of the play Lex had gotten to know some of the theater’s staff? A small edit, then: before opening night Lex had colluded with the stage manager to hide flowers somewhere in the theater to be given to Lex when Eilan took her bow so that he could then present them to her. The honor fell to him, not the cast, because, well, perhaps by then she could be his wife? Eilan flushed at the thought. Dared she dream it? Oh, he won’t know. Alright, so. Eilan is on the stage, waving, crying, etc, etc. The stage manager discreetly hands Lex the bouquet. He walks up to the apron and reaches up to Eilan to present the bouquet of… white roses and gardenias? Yes. And Eilan is definitely his wife. (Eeee!) She kneels down on the stage and kisses her husband (Eeee!) before the eyes of the adoring public. Eilan’s heart fluttered. “Babe!” Lex burst into Eilan’s tent. She startled out of her daydream, sitting bolt upright in her cot. Her eyes went wide. A book slid off her chest onto the ground. She was back at Clan Lavellan’s camp, near Kirkwall, far from any Orlesian stages. He grinned at her jumpiness. “Napping?” “No no.” She stifled a yawn with her knuckles. “I was reading.” “Riiiight.” He planted a hand on either side of her on the cot. “I read with my eyes closed, too.” He kissed her hello. “You ready to go, miss sleepy babe? I got big plans for us today.”

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Eilan is my OC and Lex belongs to @bluewren

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[mysteriouslyspookyandcooky]

Milius the Elf (f/m)

female protagonist with a scar from injury, male monster that is a lord

warnings: violence and gore in the beginning, language, sexual themes, mature themes

words: 5117

She coughs into the dirt, spitting blood in the process. She heaves in for a moment before swinging back up to throw her dagger at the nearest threat. It enters the throat of a bandit and he clutches his neck before falling to his knees. She lunges to grab it from his neck, pulling it out with a faster speed. The sound is horrid as the man gargles blood and tries to breathe.

The man looks at her with disdain before his eyes lose the life in them. His hands fall from his neck and fall to the dirt below them. Isda takes a deep breath and sits on the floor for a long moment. One second she was traveling along the path, eating an apple for energy to get back to the town and then the next she is fighting for her life.

The woman shakes a little but she sighs and gets up, pocketing the dagger in her bloody hands. The sound of a few horses catches her attention and men appear. Fuck, she mutters to herself. She cannot run as they pull up to her location.

A man at the front catches her attention. An elf with dark skin looks at her with bright green eyes that match his white hair. He looks at her, and raises an eyebrow at the dead bandit on the floor, "Did you kill this man?"

Isda only nods, "He- he attacked me. I defended myself."

The elf nods and motions for a man by his side. They get off of their horses and retrieve the body. The elf looks at her, "Thank you. You did our job for us."

Isda barely hears him before falling to the floor, the world going black. She thinks of her mother and how she was to return home in a swift manner after leaving.

The woman wakes with a sudden jolt, looking around the room frantically. She sees a woman at the end of the bed, surprised at her. Another elf. The blonde woman smiles, "Well, good morning, dear."

Isda stutters, "Where am I?"

"You must be confused. Apologies. We are at Stalwart Castle. The Lord took you in after you fainted on the road," she tells Isda, offering her water in a glass.

Isda takes a drink, feels her sore throat ease slightly, and continues to drink the liquid down. The woman smiles, taking the empty glass from her, "I can get you more?"

"I'm okay for now," Isda mutters, "I need to get back home."

The woman nods, "I will grab Lord Stalwart for you. He wishes to speak to you before you leave."

Isda goes to talk but the elf leaves the room as quickly as she thought possible. The human stares at the door and frowns, moving from the blanket. She groans and looks at her leg. It was wrapped up. It hurt. What did she do?

The woman sits there for what feels like hours before a knock echoes out. The woman looks up, "Come in?"

A form enters, "Why do you question me coming in?"

There stands the dark elf she had seen the day before. She frowns, "I do not know much of what is happening, forgive me…"

He waves her off, "No need. You were injured."

"What happened?"

The man takes a seat in a chair in the corner and smiles, "We were following that bandit because he had escaped from us. We did not expect to find you had killed him, although that was not the trouble. He must have injured you because you fainted in the street, bleeding from the leg. I could not leave you there. It would not have been right of me."

Isda sighs and nods her head, "Ah, I see. Well, thank you for helping me…"

"Milius. Call me Milius."

She nods, "Thank you for saving my life. I appreciate it, truly. How can I repay you?"

"There is no need," the elf tells her, "I am just happy to see you well, human."

"Isda."

"Hm?"

"My name."

"Ah," he smiles, "You may stay as long as you need, Isda, and even after that if you wish. We have jobs in the castle."

She raises an eyebrow, "I already have one."

Milius chuckles, "I noticed your belongings. I apologize for snooping, but we did need to check if you were a criminal yourself. You have the Aceden emblem. You must do deliveries. Cannot be much of a paying job, is it?"

Isda frowns, "Rude of you to assume so."

The elf smiles, "Sorry, but I do know those in my lands well.

Isda nods her head, "It didn't pay much, but it kept me alive."

Milius nods, "Of course, but I can offer you more here. I need someone with your attitude."

"Why do you wish to hire me?"

The elf smiles, "Truly because I see fight in you, but because I find you rather pretty to look at?"

The woman's mouth drops open, "You say that with no shame!"

Milius seems to blush a little, "I cannot help what my eyes see. And they see a woman full of vigor and energy. It is something I do not find much. Do forgive my brash words, but I do not tilt from the truth, Isda."

The woman nods her head, "Well, thank you. I've never had someone say that before but…"

"Let me convince you."

"What?"

"You need to heal," he tells her, shifting a little, "Let me convince you over the time you're here to work by my side. I always can use another on my council for an added opinion."

Isda frowns and rolls her eyes, "Okay. I'll let you try to convince me, Milius."

The dark elf offers a hand and she grabs it, shaking his hand. The elf smiles, "I will leave you to rest, Isda. Someone will be by later for dinner and medicine. For now, I shall leave but I will come to talk to you tomorrow, if you are willing."

She nods, "Yeah, I'll see you then."

Isda welcomes the silence of the room for a while before she sighs and tries to sleep. Her leg, especially her thigh, aches but it is a dull sensation. She falls asleep for a few hours to be woken by a medic coming into the room to change her bandages and give her some more pain relievers.

"Hello, Isda."

"Hi."

The woman smiles, "Milius told me of your situation."

Isda sighs, "Going through the castle fast?"

She shakes her head, "No. He is my brother. He tells me most things anyway."

"Oh," Isda smiles, "Nice to meet you…?"

"Yrena."

"Hi, Yrena, I assume you are here to help me?"

"I am. I need to change your bandages and I'll give you something for the pain."

Isda lets the woman touch her thigh and take the previously bloody wrapping off. She sees her thigh and grimaces, looks like she was stabbed and slashed pretty badly. It was healing over already which is surprising. Yrena allies a salve to the wound that looks unlike anything Isda has ever seen, "What is that?"

Yrena smiles, "Ah, it's an elvish medley. Works perfect for open wounds, why?"

"Never seen it before," she admits.

"Not surprised," Yrena chuckles out.

As she is wrapped again, she is given something to take when dinner comes. Apparently, it's better taken with food in her stomach. Yrena looks at the human, "My brother is persistent."

"Is he?"

The woman nods, "But he will respect you if you tell him no. He's no ruthless leader."

"Trying to convince me?"

Yrena laughs, "Definitely not. I merely say it to ease your mind, Isda. But for now, try to rest up."

Isda nods and smiles, "I am tired."

Come the next day, Isda tries to stand up on her own. She's able to but her thigh throbs in pain at the motions when she tilts it wrong. She stands to stretch a little from the bed before sitting right back down, the pain overwhelming. Someone comes and brings her breakfast and she thanks them as they bow to her before leaving.

As she starts to devour the eggs, a knock reaches her ears, "Come in."

Milius opens the door and smiles, holding a tray in his hand, "Hello, Isda."

"Morning," the woman mutters, sleep still clinging to her. The elf enters the room and motions for the extra chair, "May I join you for breakfast?"

Isda nods, "Sure. Can't promise I am good company. I did just wake up a moment ago."

"No worries," he starts, taking a seat, "I am never a morning person but the duty calls and I must be…"

The woman hums, "I suppose so, huh?"

Milius nods, setting his tray on his lap, and starting to eat a meal similar to hers. He had more fruit though. He watches as she moves to the potatoes on her plate and bites into them, almost surprised at the taste.

"Not to your liking?"

"Oh no," she starts, "These are amazing. I haven't had food this good in a very long time."

Milius hums, "Not much of a cook?"

"I enjoy it," Isda tells him with a smile, "But the spices I used to use are too expensive now so all of my stuff has become plain and bland. I forgot what good food tasted like."

"I worked in the kitchens for a little, and when I started off my food tasted much like that until I learned the ways to season well," he tells her.

"You worked?"

The elf chuckles, "Yes. My father wanted me to get an understanding. He wanted us to be as humble as we could as small rulers."

"Is that why Yrena is a medic?"

Milius smiles at the mention of his sister, "Yes. She loves talking to people and helping them so she became a medic while being in my court."

"Must be a large responsibility…" Isda trails off.

"She loves it though."

"I can tell she does. You don't find that often nowadays," Isda frowns.

"No?"

Isda shrugs, "I don't see much happiness in my town. We are at the butt-end of the companies taking over the metalworking. The fumes have made the people move out and what is left of us is left to rot. Not that I'm saying that to be rude to you. It was a lot worse until you sent out the cleaning crews to dwindle the pollution but the poor can't go further. Too expensive to move."

Milius thinks for a moment, "Jerti, yes?"

"Yes?"

"We're going to be destroying the town and replacing it with fields."

"What?" Isda looks surprised, "How the fuck could you do that?"

Milius seems taken aback for a moment at the sudden swearing but listens, "There are people there who cannot move and have their entire lives there. Why would you destroy their homes and livelihood?"

"We will resettle them," he assures, "The area can be used for more farming. We can move the factories closer to the edge near the open areas so we can regulate the fumes."

Isda doesn't seem convinced and only hums in response, "If they will even want to move."

Milius sighs, "I am aware of that. We need to do it anyway. It's safer for the people to move the factories elsewhere."

"Try and tell them that," she tells him, taking a drink, "Preach to them, Milius, not me. And if need be, flash the opportunity to make more money in their faces."

The elf smiles, "See. You are already giving me advice. You'll be perfect in my court."

Isda's mouth opens but she just closes it and frowns a little, "Won't be that easy to get me to agree."

The lord chuckles, "I hoped it wouldn't be that easy! I enjoy a challenge."

He stands with his finished tray and smiles down at her, "Enjoy the rest of your meal, Isda. I will see you later or at dinner. Til then, enjoy yourself."

She waves him off, "I'll try."

The lord leaves the room and she huffs. He is something else. Nothing she has ever encountered before. She's talked to many different folks, but one determined for her help is a new thing. She shrugs and finishes her breakfast.

A bit later, Yrena comes to wash her leg and wrappings and offers the woman a bath. She happily takes up the offer and washes herself clean, minus the wounded leg which she has to stick out of the water for the time being. Yrena ties her wrappings and smiles, talking a little about the days with one another before giving her more medicine and leaving.

Isda sits in the room and huffs, she isn't tired and there is nothing to do. She sits up and looks to the other side of the room and notices a bookshelf. She hops up and makes precise hops over to the shelf to look at the books that litter it.

She takes one that looks the most interesting before hopping back to the bed. She groans, that taking a lot of effort out of her before moving under the blanket to flip the old leather open. The woman starts the book and gets entranced in the romantic literature that the knock on her door startlers her.

Yrena comes in and smiles, "Dinner is here. I'll get your wrappings before you eat."

"Oh! I have been reading for a long time then."

Yrena chuckles, "It is dark out now, Isda."

The woman glances at the window and gasps, "I never noticed…"

Yrena rolls her eyes, "You are just like my brother. He gets so distracted by books that he runs late or stays up for way too long and regrets it the next day."

Isda puts the book on the nightstand and flips to face Yrena, "Yrena can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," she smiles brightly.

"Why does Milius want me on his council so bad? I am just a townsfolk who happened to kill a guy running from them," she mutters.

The sister thinks for a moment, "To be honest, Isda, I have no idea. But you seem like good and smart company and my brother has never steered me wrong. I won't be doubting him now."

As Isda eats her dinner in silence other than the small thuds of the rain outside, she thinks about the situation as a whole. What could keep her here? The offer of money and working in the castle would be extremely beneficial. But why does she not want to take it? Is it spite? Fear of betraying her friends?

Upon morning, it's Milius who wakes her up by bringing breakfast to her. She grumbles which makes him chuckle.

"Are you not eating?"

"Already did," Milius tells her.

She eats her breakfast half asleep and looks at him, "What do you want, hm?"

He smiles, "Join me in the gardens? It is beautiful and dry even with the rain from the night. I wanted to do some paperwork of mine out there and enjoy the weather. You can bring some books or we even have art supplies if you'd prefer."

Isda sits up straight and nods, "How would I get there? It takes a lot of work for me to hop there…"

"Nonsense," he mutters, "My advisor brought my things outside. I can simply carry you."

Isda chokes on her drink for a moment, "I don't think that would be good."

"How so?" the elf wonders.

"The Lord of the castle carrying around a commoner? People would talk. I don't wish to tarnish your reputation in the castle," Isda tells him.

Milius scoffs, "I never cared then and I won't care now about the little things that are passed between the nosy staff members. Now do you wish to enjoy the weather or not?"

The woman smiles, "Sure, I would love to get out of this room. Let me grab the book I was reading and get changed into something clean."

Milius smiles, "Yrena is outside. She will help you."

The sister pops into the room and waves, moving past Milius as he leaves the room. She helps Isda get into a new tunic and trousers that feel fantastic against her skin. Oddly they are super soft to the touch. She stretches and stands up. Yrena smiles, "Ah, perfect. It's good to see you healing well. You should be okay in two weeks."

"Great," Isda smiles.

She leaves and Milius comes in and motions for someone to come in. A maid smiles and grabs the book from the nightstand. Isda chuckles and gets shy when Milius reaches for her, "Okay, tell me if I hurt you."

The elf lifts her into his arms easily and starts his journey out of the room and down the hall. The maid closes the door behind them and walks next to them with the book. Isda feels so awkward as he carries her as if she weighs nothing and walks through large doors to show the garden.

He was right. It was beautiful.

The lord gently places her down on one of the cushioned benches to the side under a little bit of shade, "This work for you?"

"It's fine," Isda smiles.

The elf takes off his overcoat and sighs to sit on the floor. Isda watches as he grabs a small pile of papers to look through them. He frowns before reaching for a small box, opening them to take glasses out to put them on his face.

"You need glasses?"

The elf hums, "Only sometimes to read these things. Otherwise, I can see relatively well."

The woman nods, "They look nice on you!"

He chuckles and flushes a little, "Thank you, I appreciate it, love."

They both pause and Isda starts to chuckle, "Do you find this funny?"

Isda shakes her head, "I'm not laughing at you, promise. It was just…cute?"

"Cute?"

"Yeah," she confirms, "Cute."

The lord smiles but turns back to the pages, every so often peeking over to watch her eyes glaze the book in her hands. She maneuvers to lean against the chair a little differently, stretching her leg to a comfortable position. 

Some time passes and Isda sets down the book, tired of reading it. She shuffles in the seat and looks over at Milius. He was handsome. She wouldn't deny that. She'd be lying if she did.

"Milius?"

"Yes?" he wonders, looking up at her through the tips of his glasses.

Isda leans forward a little, "Are you still serious about me joining your council?"

The elf sits up straight, "I am. I think this place would benefit from your wisdom, why?"

"I suppose…I am merely curious as to why you would want me on your team," she tells him.

He chuckles and places the paper down on the floor next to him, "Frankly, my reasons are mainly selfish."

She tilts her head in question. He smiles and sighs, "I do believe you would be a fantastic voice of reason but I also want to find a way to keep you close to me for longer. I suppose it was my way of trying to get you to stay in the castle. Stay with me."

"Why?"

"I find you intriguing, Isda. There is something inside me that wants to learn more about you. To my people, we usually find "soulmates" or something close to it. Much like the dwarves have their "One"."

The woman nods her head, "I'm your soulmate?"

"I think so," he tells her, "But if it's one-sided, I will leave you alone."

"It's not that," she starts. He looks at her, hopeful. "I just need to know you better. I need to know the real you and you see me in turn. Once that happens, I would be able to tell."

The elf smiles, "I would love to tell you about myself and learn about you."

"Perfect."

A few days pass since the gardens and Isda is up and walking around soon enough. She trains her muscles back to what they once were with Yrena and spends time walking with Milius, talking of anything and everything. She knew from the start she wanted the elf. Oddly, she felt that weird attraction that Milius had mentioned. The whole "soulmates" thing was coming to be true.

Isda catches herself laughing more with the elf than she ever has with anyone else in her entire life. She feels as though she has known him her entire life, yet it has only been two weeks. Was this making her crazy? 

Another few days pass and Isda leaves her room, heading towards the courtyard. No one came out after this time so she knew she would be alone to sit and look at the stars. The woman sits up on the balcony ledge and hangs her legs over. Her eyes trail the sky and the beauty that lies within it.

"Trying to escape?"

Isda startles and starts to fall but the form catches her with a small gasp, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

She turns and looks at the culprit: Milius. Isda frowns but he gives her a toothy grin to retort. Her eyes roll instinctively and she moves to face him, "Trying to kill me?"

He shakes his head, "Never. I wasn't expecting you, or anyone for that matter, to be out here."

Isda hums, "I was restless. Wanted time to think."

"Willing to speak your mind?"

Isda thinks for a moment and sighs, "It's not a bad thing…"

He looks at her and smiles, wanting to listen to her thoughts. She looks at him, "I want to stay here and be with you. Help you as a person and in the council. But, I fear that this is all too good to be true. That maybe I died during the encounter with the escaped man…"

Milius frowns but understands her, "I can assure you that I am very real."

Isda scoffs but he grabs her hand and places it over his heart, "This heartbeating is proof of both my existence and the fact that I have accidentally fallen deeply in love with you."

The human gaps, "Milius…"

He smiles, "I felt something those weeks ago in the gardens. I looked at you and I knew. I only hope you feel the same for me."

Isda smiles and cups his face in her hands. He sighs into the embrace and kisses her palm. The woman smiles brightly, "Of course I love you. Every day I wake up wanting to see you and be near you. I didn't know what this feeling was but…I know I feel strongly for you and wish to never leave your side."

The elf leans forward and kisses her gently, "I will never let you leave me."

"I do not wish to leave," she mutters against his lips, pulling him back to kiss him again. The elf wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer to him and off the ledge. She wraps around him and clings to him as he holds her.

Milius starts walking with her in his arms. She pulls from the kiss and he looks determined when he walks until they reach a door which she opens for them. He kicks the door closed and moves towards the middle of the extravagant room.

He places her down on something plush, which she assumes is his bed. She grabs the collar of his tunic and kisses him again and he hums into it, laying on top of her lightly. Isda moans when he lays on her and that only drives him wild to drag his fingers up her tunic to touch her warm skin.

The human hums when his hands touch her sides and she giggles a little when he traces a sensitive spot that makes her ticklish. The elf smiles but moves away from the spot, tracing his long fingers down to her hips. Isda grabs his face and kisses his lips. He moans into her mouth, grabs her hips harder, and grinds against her more.

She pushes against him and flips their positions. He looks up at her and holds her waist in his hands. The elf frowns, "Is your leg okay?"

"I'm fine," she tells him, leaning onto his chest to kiss him again. His hands trail up her back under her tunic once more. He starts to take it off of her and she throws it off the rest of the way. The elf's hands then enclose around her breasts, feeling them between his fingers. The woman moans and he leans forward to place little kisses along them.

He flips them and gives her intense eye contact while he takes his shirt off to toss it off the bed. Her hands touch his chest and feels the light hair that litters it. Her fingers lower and she feels the happy trail that peeks out of his trousers. He jolts but leans against her wandering hands.

The elf kisses her while pulling her trousers down her legs. She lifts her hips and lets him touch her thighs. A hand traces her hip while the other one's thumb traces her inner thigh making her sigh. She can feel her juices as he pushes against her underwear. The woman moans, "Touch me, please."

"No need to beg me," he tells her, "I will do whatever you want of me, love."

He trails kisses down her chest again but doesn't stop. He kisses over her stomach and nuzzles into the pudge there before going to her thighs. The elf places a delicate kiss over the scar before moving between her legs. He moves her underwear to the side and lips a stripe up her folds. Isda's head falls back a little as she grabs the man's bright hair.

Milius hums before licking over her clit, not applying too much pressure. Her hips grind against him and he happily enters his tongue into her as far as he can. She clenches on his tongue and he can't help but grind into the bed at the action. Isda moans his name and he pulls from her folds to enter a finger into her gently. Her hips arch and he kisses her stomach. 

The elf moves up and covers her moans up with his lips to hers. She grabs his shoulders and holds him, "More please."

He nods and kisses her cheek, entering another finger into her. Isda groans, "Fuck."

The elf chuckles, "Such crude words…"

"Fuck off," she tells him, grabbing hold of his cock in her hand. He moans and grinds into the hand. She gently trails her fingers under the head making his hips stutter. She pushes him and he lays back. The woman frowns at the loss of the fingers inside her but she forgets about it when she leans down to take his cock into her mouth.

Milius groans into the air and grabs her hair in his hand, holding her head. She starts a slow pace, circling the tip when she comes up. He looks at her and instantly regrets it when she makes eye contact with him. The elf pants as she starts to jerk off what she can't fit due to her gag reflex with her hand.

"Isda…darling…"

She pulls from his cock and trails kisses up his chest until she kisses him. He grabs her and flips them again, "How do you want me?"

"I don't care," she tells him, "Just be gentle."

He looks at her for a moment, "Oh. Of course. Tell me if anything hurts then. I want this to be good for you."

Isda smiles, "You have then?"

"No," he admits, "I just think it'll hurt more for you than me."

She smiles and kisses him, "Please, fuck me."

Milius moans but nods his head, "Yes. Yes."

The elf disregards his trousers, his underwear following. She lines himself with her entrance and slowly pushes in. She gasps at the intrusion but relaxes for him to pop inside. She frowns at the stretch so he pauses, "You alright, love?"

"Mhm. It's just an odd feeling," she mutters, holding him close.

He slowly pushes inside of her until his pelvis touches her ass, "Everything feels okay?"

Isda hums, "Yes. Please move…"

The elf pulls out slowly and pushes back in. She sighs. The woman arches into him to push him and he starts a slow pace. Isda hums and her eyes close in pleasure. Milius leans forward and kisses her neck, biting into the flesh. His hips pick up and she moans into the otherwise quiet room. The elf smirks and bucks into her which makes her grab him and groan deeply, "More of that!"

He chuckles, "Hm, what else?"

"Fuck, please."

The lord nods his head, "Fuck, yes, anything for you. You feel so nice…"

She wraps her legs around him harder and holds him close to her as he fucks into her faster than before. Her head falls back and she moans into the room, grinding against him, chasing the blinding pleasure she feels.

He slows for a moment, "Flip for me, please."

The woman shakily turns on her side and he lifts her leg from behind her and enters her again. They both moan. He pulls her back to his chest and fucks up into her. The hand under her reaches up and he encloses it around the base of her neck but doesn't put any pressure on it. The other hand wraps under her thigh and gently circles her clit. 

The woman moans and grabs the hand near her neck and holds it, "Fuck, Wait-"

He kisses her neck, "It's okay. Let it happen. Fuck. I'm so close."

Isda groans and her head throws back against his chest. He kisses her and moans as he feels her clench around him. Isda moans louder and he feels her cum around him. The elf fucks into her but pulls out to cum himself. He grabs her and pulls her against him, rubbing her through the orgasm.

After a moment the two catch their breaths. Isda chuckles, "That's not what I expected."

The lord chuckles back, "Yeah, not at all. I have not even courted you properly."

"It's fine," she tells him, leaning over to lay on his chest, "We can do it our way."

The elf hums and kisses her forehead, "Was everything alright?"

"Perfect," she tells him, placing a kiss on his lips. He smiles and pulls the blankets up to cover them as he holds her close before falling asleep.

[bluewren]

OC Kiss Week: Rain

Lex is my OC, Eilan belongs to the lovely @delicatefade. We have each other's OCs living in our heads now.

Fandom: Dragon Age

Some context: This is in an AU where Lex is a member of the Chargers. Taking place sometime after they started dating and at Skyhold together.

wc: 612

~

The desert sun has been beaming down on Lex and Eilan for several hours. It feels like they passed the same dried up birch tree several times on their way back to Griffin’s Keep. They passed the same crumbled bridge that once supported the Imperial Highway. It could have cut their travel time by half if they had lived in an earlier age. This section of the massive land bridge has since dropped into the valley, and the couple has to walk around it. At least the rotting bronto husk doesn’t look familiar, the heat hasn’t taken all of Lex’s wits away from him. It feels like they’ve been walking all afternoon. He’s delighted that the map is telling him that Griffin’s Keep is along this path. They should be catching sight of shelter by the evening and be there to partake in the driest supper imaginable. Food variety is limited in the Western Approach.

"Hm, why is it that whenever you tell me about your adventures it's always slaying demons and dragons, and yet when I come along it's delivering parcels," Eilan asks. "Oh yea?” Lex chuckles. ��You want to fight a dragon?”  “Maybe.” She smiles with a playful list towards one side.  "You're not getting anywhere near a dragon, miss never-even-thrown-a-punch."  They continue walking, unfortunately their canteens are now completely emptied, with no spring in sight, and some distance to cover.  Eilan is the first to be fatigued. "Come on. Let me carry you." Lex holds his hand, palms up for her to rest on.  “I’ll be fine,” Eilan insists, splaying out her hand. “You’re not much trouble to carry.” “Lex, you can be stranded if you wear yourself out.” Eilan slows to a stop and gasps for breath, one hand on her hip to support herself. “I just need to rest for a moment.” “Alright." Lex looks around for shade but finds none. "We'll get cooked if we rest here. Let's find a better spot." Lex feels a droplet of rain hit his shoulder. The sky suddenly turns gray. It feels like one of the few times today that whatever god causes things to happen in this world is finally being merciful. Lex laughs. He opens his arms wide to catch as many droplets falling from the sky as possible. It undoes his hair, drenches his clothes, weighs on his legs, but now he feels giddy and rejuvenated from being caught in the rain. "No time to argue." Lex swoops Eilan off her feet.  Eilan yelps when her feet leave the ground. Lex carries her in his two arms and dashes. The world turns into a blur. The only thing that he can discern clearly is the sound of Eilan’s voice. Lex can feel Eilan’s arms tightly wrapped around his neck, feeling like she’s scared of falling if she lets go. Luckily the ground is mostly flat, there’s little worry of tripping. He holds on to her tight until they finally get under the bridge. He breathes a sigh of relief when they finally make it to shelter. His lungs feel like they’ve collapsed after that sprint, though somehow he’s still able to laugh. Adrenaline is still racing through his veins as he finally slumps himself over the stone wall. Eilan’s wringing water out of her clothes, drenched from head to toe. Still she manages to dry herself enough to sit down comfortably beside Lex. “We’ll probably be stuck here for a few hours but,” Lex cups Eilan’s chin in his hands. He brings Eilan close to press a kiss to her lips. He feels the water on her skin, and droplets falling from her hair onto his arms.

[ashes-writing-corner]

Friends and fans alike, I'm very happy to inform you that I've completed the first draft of my book, In the Heart of Winter! This has taken me almost a year to write and I'm honestly so proud of myself.

For now, I'm taking a break from writing and I'll be starting the notes for the next draft next month. Hoping to start the second draft in mid may or early June! Thank you everyone who's supported me, even if you're not familiar with my original work! I appreciate and love all of you so much <3 <3 <3

[livarden]

What I Do:

Okay, so, I LOVE portal fantasy/isekai type stories and that's basically all I tend to write.

I found the 'Modern Girl in X' tags and just fell in love with it.

Even my original stories are all portal fantasy, though I usually like to put a spin on it. I'll be showing what those spins look like in my fanfic as well as original. For example:

"Kalista awakens in a realm of darkness and fire, a hell dimension where each shadow could be a threat and every corner might hide a deeper peril. With no memory of how or why she's there, she must navigate this hostile landscape where survival depends mostly on luck and cunning.

Haunted by fragments of herself and bound by a curse she cannot comprehend, Kalista faces challenges that test her resilience and force her to grow in ways she never thought possible before. In ways she'd never even wanted before.

And she knows she needs allies along the way, but she can't trust the humans...

She doesn't want to be eaten."

And

"When she started working for VirtuVita ten years ago, it was written into her contract that she would get free play time in the world of Acroi, doing whatever she wanted, with the game mostly intact as it was, with a few minor adjustments. One of those adjustments being that the system will need to adapt, even if she tries something it wouldn't usually allow. As long as it wouldn't break the game. This was agreed upon.

So now she gets to do what she always wanted to do. Build a nonhuman kingdom with a pair of nonhuman husbands.

In the past, she'd fallen for characters she could never have, because the people running the game thought monster romance wasn't mainstream enough. She'd sacrificed her entire social life and even her opportunities for in-game romance and fun, so they could make money.

She'll do as she likes this time, even if it takes the full ten years in the contract terms... she'll have what she wants. She'll rise to power and find her perfect mates...

Even if it means starting out all over again as a total newbie and working her way up the hard way." These are both available on my Reamstories account.

[davinawritings]

Monster Bestfiend Accidentally Finds Your Only Fans

Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.

He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human. 

His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like. 

As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body. 

The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again. 

And when he sees you next, and his cock starts hardening immediately, he knows he is truly fucked. He’s just going to have to find a way to claim you for himself. At least he knows you have a thing for monsters and riding monster cock. He can’t wait to see you bouncing on his. 

[lovestruckthedasbard]

I still haven't mustered the courage to start Veilguard. I just want to live in blissful ignorance, hope and delution for a little longer..

"This is how their story ends. This is how their story end. This is how their story ends".. I'm so fucking scared.

[monstersflashlight]

Big and muscular orcs who's hands had only known to bring death to his enemies for years, he had never only focused on anything except leading his tribe to victory and protecting it as he is the chieftain.

Until he met his Elven wife, small and petite who's carefree, gentle and very soft. He never have been intimate with them ever since marriage, afraid he's going to break them into two like a twig.

Not until he saw how his wife would tend to the children on his tribe, playing with them and telling them stories, how they would tend to them like a mother, full of love and gentleness and He began to imagine what It'd be like to have children of their own

He found himself pounding into them every night, his huge cock barely fittin in, his tip kissing the entrance of their cervix, pumping their womb full of his seed, hoping that one It'd root.

i love orcs mwuehehheheh

Breeding surprise

Orc x fem elf!reader || breeding, knotting, size kink, cum inflation || tw: mentions of pregnancy

When you married the orc warrior, you weren’t expecting the reality of it. In your first year of marriage, you barely saw him because of the ongoing war, he was far away fighting for wars that weren’t his, not yours… But when the war stopped? Good lord you were expecting that even less.

He arrived home on a random Wednesday and you weren’t even there. You were at the market when the bells rang announcing the warriors were home. You ran back to your hose in the edge of town, and there he was, waiting at the door with the wildest look you’ve ever seen.

Contrary to what everyone thought, you two married because you liked each other, not because of convenience or love or anything like that. He was good looking, and you were good looking, and you both were tired of looking for people, so it just seemed normal to marry a friend and just be happy with it.

That’s why when you arrived home that day and found him with that wild look in his face you weren’t suspecting anything. You approached him with a smile in your face and your pointy ears twitching, you were so happy your best friend was back you were about to vibrate out of your skin. You were about to hug his middle when he grabbed your waist and hoisted you up until you were face to face with him.

And then he kissed you. He kissed you so deeply and so thoroughly that your brain was fuzzy by the time he released you. You couldn’t even ask what was all that about before he had you naked over your living room table and was eating your pussy out until you were screaming his name. He had such a smug expression in his face after that... you wanted to hit him. But instead you pushed him until he was sitting down on the armchair and proceeded to ride him until he was spilling everything inside of you.

That was the first of many. It was like something broke between you two and your friendship was no longer that. Your marriage turned a lot more real than any of you suspected. At first it was just lust and shared passion, but it soon turned into so much more. He looked at the children at the market with longing in his eyes, and when you returned home he fucked you in earnest. He knew perfectly that orcs and elves could only procreate if you had that special potion, otherwise it was just a fun little thing you played where he filled you to the brim and then watched it drip down, just to fuck it back into you again.

Until one day, you decided it was time. He left to go hunting and you prepared the potion, drinking it down and leaving a tiny bit on the glass so he would know.

You got naked and started prepping yourself. He usually enjoyed eating you out, but this time around, with the promise of possible breeding, you knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. And as much as you enjoyed his huge orc dick, you also needed some prep for your tiny elf pussy if you didn’t want to be destroyed.

You were three fingers in when you heard his footsteps entering the house. “Honey, I’m home!” You giggled at his antics and said nothing. You could feel the moment he realized what the glass was, because his steps stopped completely and you could hear him take a deep breath. You knew what he could smell… You being fertile, ready to be breed. “I hope this is not a joke or I swear to…” He appeared at the door of the room and gaped at your naked form, already squirming with pleasure right in front of him. “Are you sure?” He asked, looking at your fingers more than at you.

“Yes. Fill me up,” that’s all it took for him to rip his clothes away and jump over your body in the bed. You giggled as your body shook up and down with the force.

His hands pushed your fingers away, replacing them with his own as he started talking frantically. "Gonna fill you so deep you are going to be leaking for hours after, just so I can slide right in and fill you again, would you like that? Would you like to be filled over and over like you are my own personal fuck toy?" You weren’t expecting that level of dirty talk and you were speechless, your pussy twitching around his fingers was the only answer you could provide. “Of course you do, of course you want to be filled to the brim and used until I’m completely spent.” He kept finger fucking you until you were breathless, begging him to fuck you over and over. He didn’t, not yet. He pushed your legs further apart, licking around his fingers buried in you and sucking on your clit until you came all around him.

“Come on, come on, come on…. Please, husband.” That always worked, reminding him that you were his, not only in body, but in every aspect that mattered… That did it for him. And for you.

He covered your tiny body with his and got into position, you were more than ready, stretched and prepared for him. He didn’t care about your need, though. He only cared about fucking you so thoroughly you couldn’t walk the next day. He only cared about breeding you until you were full of him. So he fucked you slowly, so, so slowly that you were crying out in desperation and he was laughing at how needy you were. But he secretly loved it. Loved how much you needed his cock.

He made you come twice before he started fucking you in earnest. Fast and hard, rapidly approaching his own orgasm. And then, even though you knew he could pop a knot, he never did before. But what you were feeling was definitely his knot, pressing against your entrance, demanding entry. And he did. He entered you completely as your eyesight turned white with pleasure as the knot pushed right over your G-Spot. It was the most intense sensation ever.

And when he started to come inside of you, you felt like you were ascending into heaven. Like your body transcended into a new reality, and the only thing that existed were you and his knot deeply buried inside your pussy.

You came down from the high, and he was still coming. And coming. And coming so much you could feel it dripping down around his knot, filling your womb until your lower abdomen was bloated and your cervix felt overused. It was marvelous.

He rolled his hips to give you some pleasure, your body shaking with aftershocks as he kept coming inside your pussy. When the knot came down, your eyes were already half closed. You didn’t know if you were pregnant, but you definitively knew you were doing that again as soon as you woke up from a tiny nap.

[monstersholygrail]

Two words: Faerie lawyer

Omg it could be like that meme with the monster deals.

You had gotten into some seriously issues and you had no idea what to do. Not only was human law enforcement up your ass, but the magical law enforcement was fucking you over on their glitter-covered cocks and leaving you to clean up the mess. No aftercare in damn sight.

But the real issue was that no lawyer, human or otherwise, wanted to take your case! They were all too scared. Not of you but what the hell you got yourself into. It wasn’t your fault. You were always weak for a charismatic douchebag who promised he loved you but then framed you for a series of crimes he committed. What can you say, you have bad taste.

It wasn’t until you were guided out of your temporary cell and into a questioning room to see a lawyer with his back to you that you finally had hope threatening to sprout within you. Until the idiot turned around and you instantly pick up on his Fae ears. The moment you sit down he starts to spout out some wonderful words of grandeur, promising he can get you off and set you free. Your brows rise at his word choice.

“And what will it cost me?” You finally ask once he’s done giving his whole sales pitch (mini-canons and sparklers included). A wicked gleam passes over his features and it sends a shiver racing down your spine. What kind of shiver? You know yourself well enough to figure it out.

“Oh, nothing much. I merely want to have your firstborn child. In exchange, I will help get you off.”

His words send another shiver throughout your entire body. Meeting his intense stare you narrow your eyes, trying to figure out how you can manipulate this to your advantage. You’re in a battle of wits with a Fae and you did not consider that possibility when you wondered the other day how long you could stay awake before insanity started to set in awaiting your trial.

“Deal,” you finally say. The Faerie’s eyes sparkle with mischief. Though it falters as you mirror the expression. “So when do we get to it?”

“HMMM? Pardon me?”

“You said you wanted to have my firstborn. Well, I’m ready to begin when you are.”

The Faerie Lawyer’s cheeks flood with color. His face turning warm under your suggestive and mischievous smirk. He squirms in his suit, the blasted outfit suddenly feeling too tight and too warm to keep on for a moment longer. His eyes blaze with lust and he looks just about ready to take you on the metal table standing between you two. The one you’re conveniently chained to.

He did not consider this possibility earlier when he decided to take advantage of being selected as your court-appointed attorney. But hey, he’s not complaining now.

[yume-tavriel]

I hear your heartbeat in my soul

Our endings bound, our bodies know